|
|
Post by Admin on Aug 16, 2018 12:20:51 GMT -6
 Alex "Bullet" Carbajal
vs
Emily FallsRoleplay Limit: 2 Roleplay Deadline: Thursday, August 23, 2018 @ 2AM Central Time |
|
Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2018 11:22:27 GMT -6
(Words on the screen)
Emily Falls would not forget her win-loss record. It was a mess. A lot of people, Emily realized, would just give up and leave once they saw how bad they were. But, Emily could not do that.
The truth is, to think that Bullet absolutely has to be the best in the company, Emily still won't give up on her match. Some nasty Shieldmaiden will have to suffer from handling a Barf Queen named Emily Falls. She'll have to handle watching someone barf all over floors and in buckets.
Comparing Emily Falls' 3-7 win-loss record to Bullet's 7-1 win-loss record really made Emily feel disappointed in herself. But when she discovered Azurine Vebbins' win-loss record, 3-7, like Emily's, she felt better. Everyone knows that Azurine is a great wrestler.
And then, Emily realizes that it doesn't matter how good you are at wrestling. It matters how much fun you have kicking butt. Many people, she knows, have to realize this.
And, she thinks, she is becoming a better wrestler every second.
(Words come off of the screen)
Home
8:58 AM
Emily sits down at her small table with her husband, eating scrambled eggs.
"Emily, I'm not too sure I like eggs."
"Well, fine, eat some leftover spaghetti from last night."
Emily slowly eats her own eggs, looking at her husband, wanting him to taste the delicious flavor of the eggs.
James slowly takes a bite. When he tastes it, he eats much much faster.
"I knew you would like it! Life isn't all hot dogs, you know."
"I know." James answers. "Hey, wait, you live with me, don't you know that I don't eat hot dogs every second of the day?"
"I know that. I just don't think you should be eating hot dogs every second of the day."
James raises an eyebrow.
"You'll Barf Your Heart Out." Emily says.
James raises an eyebrow again. "Didn't I say that I don't eat hot dogs every second of the day?"
"Yes, and I heard you, you don't need to repeat yourself. All I'm asking of you is to stop eating hot dogs every second of the day. You need to start eating vegetarian stuff. You're such a meat fan."
James smiles. "Pass me the sausage, then."
***************************************
Home
3:03 PM
Emily Falls is looking at her new bookshelf. It is filled with many books, such as Plutarch's Lives, Shakespeare, and more classical novels.
James walks in. He quickly grabs Plutarch's Lives, and hides his head behind the book.
"How far are you in that book?"
James does not raise his head. "I'm almost done."
Emily grabs one of her other books, Pilgrim's Progress, and heads into her living room.
She reads a few pages, and then raises her head.
"My favorite book, my apologies. Or actually, his apologies, the cameraman was the one who was recording me."
She sets the book down on the couch she's sitting on.
"So, on Thursday I'm fighting Alex 'Boring' Carbajal. She has always been Boring. She has a bunch of moves that I can't even pronounce, or read, or even understand. Sounds something like Spanish, James tells me, and you were born in Colombia? Do they speak Spanish even near that place?"
James walks in, and Emily looks up.
"Emily!"
"What?!"
"I FINISHED PLUTARCH'S LIVES!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Good! What was it about?"
James frowns. "I'll tell you later. First, you tell me what Pilgrim's Progress is about."
"I haven't finished it yet!"
"Oh." He heads back in the room, and you can hear him plop on the bed.
"Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes, so tell me about Columbia, Alejandra. Is that a name popular in Columbia? I wonder, because me and my husband went to Brazil for our honeymoon.
"Also, Alex, realize that, even though you've won seven matches and just lost one, you've probably just got lucked up. Azurine Vebbins, win-loss record being 3-7, I think actually won against you in that triple-threat match with you, Azurine, and Anya. And, according to Vebbins' win-loss record, I'll take it she isn't as great as Candi Bratton, Skrabz, or you."
The cameraman starts crying.
"I mean, Candi Bratton, Scrabz, or Alex Carbajal, even though how great she is!
"So now I know that you're not the type to Barf Your Heart Out. You're not the type who actually appreciates winning a match, because you've already won too many matches to be happy about them. You don't understand that life isn't all 'sweating bullets,' because it isn't, as Ariana Bentley proved; she beat Chris Mosh in just a few seconds, and obviously that means she didn't sweat."
Emily walks back into her room and puts her book back on the shelf.
"I'll see you on Thursday!"
|
|
|
|
Post by Bullet on Aug 22, 2018 7:41:04 GMT -6
Off-Camera
Tuesday
August 21, 2018
Twisted Steel Garage
New Orleans, Louisiana
Staring at the 1969 Dodge Charger she’s been working on restoring for several weeks now, Alex “Bullet” Carbajal steps back, nodding to herself, making quick mental notes about what all still needs to happen for the job to be completed. Staring at the still empty wheel wells, she silently thanks the universe that there really is no deadline attached to this job and that she can take her time to make sure this car is really ready to go in the end. As she nods a couple of more things she’s noting need to be done, her phone rings. She frowns and looks at the screen, seeing a picture of the DC Comics character Starfire staring back at her. She answers the call and leaves it on speaker rather than hold the phone up to her grease-smeared face.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Bueno!
Her jaw clenches as she waits for the answer, glancing down at her coveralls to see how splashed in grease, grime and other amenities she currently is from this job. When no answer comes, she frowns harder at the phone.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Bueno?
The call abruptly ends and Bullet quickly dials another number. A second later, the call is answered and the voice of her girlfriend, fellow Shieldmaiden member and Mile High Wrestler, Jackie “Bandit” Layton, greets her confused ears with an equal amount of confusion.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Ale?
Bullet nods quickly, pointedly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Jack, do not worry, I am at work…
Bandit exhales with relief.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Ok, then…?
Bullet looks up and shakes her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I just got a call that ended with no answer from a picture of Starfire…
Bandit’s voice’s confusion increases.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You… WHAT?
Bullet nods slowly to her phone.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I was standing here looking at the empty wheel wells and my phone rang. The ID was a picture of Starfire but no one said anything when I answered.
Silence reigns momentarily before Bandit’s voice comes back.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Did you try to call back?
Without even thinking about Bullet starts to nod and then catches herself. She ponders silently for a second and then is forced to shake her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: No...
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: So you don’t know if it was her?
Shooting her phone a dirty look, Bullet leans against the wall opposite the car.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Who else would show up like that? I know who was assigned that one my phone, Jack! If it was not her, then someone else suddenly has her number and was calling from a phone with that number associated with it.
Bandit sighs heavily.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You know what this is likely to mean?
As Bullet starts to nod, she glances out into the parking lot and sees an unfamiliar black SUV pull up to the garage’s bay door area.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Hold that thought, I have…
She trails off at the sight of the man in the cheap suit stepping from the vehicle.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I have to go…
She abruptly ends the call and puts her phone away as she watches the man slowly walk over, his familiar little yellow note pad in his hand as he walks over. The man adds a cheap smile to his ensemble as he comes over into the area that Bullet is standing.
Detective Marchand: Alejandra Mariana Carbajal de Gonzalez…
Bullet remains dead silent as marchand looks down at his pad, shaking his head with savage amusement.
Detective Marchand: So, they still let you work here…
Bullet glares at him as Marchand moves his gaze from the pad back to her.
Detective Marchand: You’d think stealing your president’s place and splitting your club down the middle would have consequences…
He walks around the car, taking in the sights of progress that has been made since his last visit, nodding as he goes.
Detective Marchand: Tell me, do your new sisters like being the outcasts you made them?
Pausing by the back end of the car, he nods over at the second building that houses the Shieldmaidens’ club house.
Detective Marchand: I cannot imagine how…
He pauses to steal a glance back down at his note pad.
Detective Marchand: Aoife Maguire…
Looking back up, the smile returns, cheap and disingenuous as ever.
Detective Marchand: Must feel knowing she just got let in and she has family on the other side of the divide?
He nods back the club house again.
Detective Marchand: Do you think her sisters-in-law like seeing that?
Bullet just glares back, remaining steadfast in her refusal to verbally engage with him. Marchand can’t help but smile brighter at this.
Detective Marchand: How about Saoirse Maguire?
He shrugs, giving a playful yet mocking frown as he does so. Again, Bullet makes no movement at all as she glares seemingly through him. Marchand shrugs playfully yet mocking a second time.
Detective Marchand: Becca Rogers?
When Bullet still doesn’t react, Marchand nods as if he knew that would be her answer all along and starts moving to her side of the car.
Detective Marchand: How do your girlfriends feel about it?
Reaming silent no matter how much she doesn’t want to, Bullet manages to somehow make her glare intensify in its hatred and Marchand cocks his head to the right. His smile almost turns to laughter as he takes another step towards her.
Detective Marchand: Aw, Bullet doesn’t want to play?
Bullet crosses her arms defiantly and Marchand nods, smirking cruelly.
Detective Marchand: Now, is that your decision or is that a holdover from others that you are slowly usurping the power of?
Reaming silent, Bullet looks away from him and starts scanning her tools.
Detective Marchand: So you DO know that is what many people think of you now, don’t you?
As Bullet remains silent, Marchand nods, obviously quite pleased with this development.
Detective Marchand: I suppose it was only a matter of time… given how the rest of your family operates…
Bullet stares at a socket wrench and shakes her head before looking at her collection of screwdrivers, paying no visible attention to the man behind her.
Detective Marchand: Oh, come now, you can’t expect me to believe you have no idea how Salazar Mejia got the position he has now, can you?
He cocks his head interrogatively again.
Detective Marchand: Or Julio Cortázar?
Bullet releases her grip on the socket wrench and squeezes the Phillips-head screwdriver she was holding in the other hand.
Detective Marchand: Or... how about your own father?
Bullet’s head droops as she releases her grip on the screwdriver as well. Marchand nods.
Detective Marchand: Well, perhaps we’ll have that talk again later when I start picking some of you up? I mean, that man in Queens earlier held citizenship for fifty years and we were still able to send him back to Germany so, who knows what a little digging could uncover and do to that little house in Bay St. Louis that your father has worked...so… hard… for…
Bullet’s jaw clenches but she manages to kep from wheeling around on him. Marchand nods and starts to walk back out to his vehicle.
Detective Marchand: Oh… and tell Corrie… I’ll see her soon…
He turns and walks all the way out, climbing into his SUV and leaving as quickly and as abruptly as he’d arrived. Bullet slowly turns around and stares in disbelief at the spot where the SUV had just been. As she continues to stare out at the parking lot, Bandit walks up from the next building.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: What happened?
Bullet nods to the parking lot.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Marchand…
Bandit looks away and starts shaking her head.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: What did the fucker want now?
Bullet steps away from the tools and shakes her head in stunned disbelief as she continues to stare out into the distance.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: He was gloating. He came in and started to talk about how we were split and he tried to build guilt in me by mentioning Sorsh, Eef and Bex…
She pauses and then shakes her head some more.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And then he pulled the same family tradition play on me that he pulled on you. Said I was upholding the family tradition by usurping the power here for myself.
Bandit just shakes her head, anger slipping into her voice and eyes.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Asshole!
Bullet nods her agreement.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Then he threatened deportation again only this time he added my family back in Bay St. Louis to it.
Bandit stares at Bullet, her mouth falling wide open.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: How did you not punch him in the mouth?
Bullet shrugs.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: No se…
Bandit nods knowingly.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: So now what?
Bullet nods back towards the clubhouse.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Now we tell Mamá and hope she does not wish to shoot us on sight.
Bandit nods, concern creeping in as the two turn and walk to the clubhouse, neither knowing how this is going to play out.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: There’s one other thing, he mentioned Corrie by name.
Bandit stops in her tracks.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: He… did… what?
Bullet nods as the two stand on the sidewalk between buildings.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: He tolds me to tell Corrie he’d see her soon.
Bandit stares at her friend, lover and stablemate and can’t believe her ears.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: And this was basically right… after… ?
Bullet nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I was on the phone with you about when he pulled up. Then I did not say another word until he was gone and you walked up.
Bandit stares at Bullet and then looks away.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: We need to go tell everyone and then find her.
Bullet nods grimly, pointedly in agreement.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Yes… we do…
Bandit finally manages a nod and the two walk a little faster to the clubhouse, a new sense of purpose entering the fray.
A few hours later...
On-Camera
Shieldmaidens’ Warehouse Gym
New Orleans, Louisiana
The camera opens to find the Shieldmaidens standing together in a contingent in their gym, the infamous black banner with the Shieldmaidens’ logo in white lettering hangs behind them as Vice President Alex “Bullet” Carbajal, and full patches, Jackie “Bandit” Layton and Samantha “Titaness” Hamilton stand together in a tight pack with newcomers “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire, Becca “Bruiser” Rogers and Aoife Maguire, Bullet in the middle, Bandit and Aoife to the left, Psycho and Bruiser on the right with Titaness towering in the middle behind Bullet. All six are dressed in their kuttes as if they’ve all just come down from a Church meeting. Bullet nods to the camera and takes center stage a few steps in front of everyone else.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I had a visitor earlier today who said a few things that reminded me of some who have done some talking in Mile High Wrestling. He talked about things as I was somebody from that book Emily mentioned, Plutarch’s Lives.
She nods in acknowledgement to the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Not a bad book, by the way.
The other Shieldmaidens all stare at her if she’s suddenly speaking in tongues but Bullet just shrugs back at them.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: What? I read more than just “Popular Mechanics,” Parceras!
The five Shieldmaidens all nod as if this was genuinely news to them and Bullet just shakes her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: This visitor was talking about me as if I was Romulus and our President was Remus and we were having a contest to see who would truly lead. He talked about divided loyalties and wondered aloud how everyone felt about that and how I must feel having caused it all before threatening a few things and while I can understand that view from someone on the outside looking in, I am here to tell you that we are NOT divided!
She turns and points to Titaness in the back.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Titaness has not forgotten who invited her to join the Shieldmaidens…
Turning quickly, Bullet’s gaze falls back onto the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And lest any of you forget, it was not me! When it was revealed that Sam was to be our newest patch, I was visibly the most surprised person in the building. I was not completely in the dark in that I had been told there was a new Shieldmaiden being patched over from another club, but I was not told who it was until the new kutte was being presented to Sam. If anything was going to cause a schism in the Shieldmaidens, it would have been that…
She glances back and smiles.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: But it did not.
Titaness smiles back, nodding her gratitude and Bullet turns back to the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Sam is a valued and trusted sister here but more importantly, we all trusted in and had faith in our President and we still do despite how Mile High treated her, our Sergeant-At-Arms and Sorsh and Eef’s sister-in-law! Our President is still our ultimate leader in the club and we all still trust her beyond anything. The only place that has changed at all now is that in Mile High, I have to be the field general because Robert Mack made it just a little difficult for it to be anyone else by sending them all away!
The other five nod in unison behind her.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: So, no, this is not Plutarch’s Lives nor is this a religious history being shrouded as a motorcycle cult! I am the Vice President, I still take orders from those above me, it just means when they cannot be in a place and I can…
She shrugs.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Then it’s on me to make sure the name, “Shieldmaidens,” does not fall into the abyss just because some painted freak wanted to jerk himself off one more time before he inevitably self-destructed in a blaze of glory!
Nodding, she strips her championship belt from around her waist and holds it up for the world to see.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I am the Mile High Phoenix Champion and yes, Emily, I do sport an impressive record here in Mile High Wrestling. In face, I beat the Throwdown Champion to achieve this and then I went out and became the first and so far only person to pin the Mile High World Champion, meaning when I walk into the room, I’m not just somebody who lucked into my position! I came in, I knocked people on their asses and I took my position and even in that one match you mentioned where I did not win, when that match was over, nobody was talking about Adorkable One, they were all talking about me and how I’d just knocked the Desert Rose and the Adorable Angel out and then I came back in my last match and proved that if anyone in that match was a damn fluke, it was Azurine when I knocked her out to win!
She pauses, lowering her championship belt and then switching her grip so that she’s holding it with both hands. Looking down at her championship, Bullet can’t help but smile, nodding ever so slightly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You know, it is funny, I heard from a great many people before this match, “Oh, I love Emily Falls. She’s so funny because she will say anything.” I was looking forward to hearing what they were talking about…
Looking up, Bullet shrugs.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And then you come at me with “Boring” but without really going into it, then you act as if you do not know Spanish when you see it and as if my entire company biography is in Spanish when, in fact, it is only two move names.
Shaking her head in disbelief at having to explain this, Bullet takes a deep breath to calm herself slightly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Now, I can forgive you if you really are a pelota that does not understand Spanish. After all, it is not your language, you do not speak that here, so allow me. “Plata O Plomo” is a phrase that means, “Silver or lead.” As in pay the price or die because silver is money and lead is…
She nods, smirking.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: A bullet and where I am from, if somebody asks you that they really do mean to put a bullet in your head if you answer incorrectly. In my case, as a submission hold, it means I am asking you, choose to tap out or take the injury that will come from your refusal!
The other five nod as Bullet can’t help but smirk a little, stifling a slight laugh.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Like they say in the movies, “¿Plata O Plomo, Gringo?”
The smirk fades off her face.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: The other name, I have explained before and you just were not paying attention. “Dios Es Una Bala” means, “God Is A Bullet” and I say that just like the song says, when somebody fires a bullet, it becomes God and gets to decide on it’s own what happens next. They say in legal circles, “Intent follows the bullet,” meaning if you squeeze off a round and it happens to hit something you did not intend to hit, it does not matter because you gave up the safety of, “I did not mean to do that!” when you pulled the trigger and in that same vein, I come to your blatant disrespect for me and my home country. I am from Colombia…
She hands her belt off to Aoife and then takes a few steps towards the camera, a mask of fury on her face.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: C-O-L-O-M-B-I-A…
She cocks her head to the right looking angry and yet incredulous.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I am not from Columbia, that is a university in New York City and then district that the city of Washington resides in along with many other things, none of which are a country in South America near Brazil!
She nods pointedly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Which, by the way, they speak Portuguese in Brazil not Spanish, so that wouldn’t really help you understand anything now would it?
She steps back by her Shieldmaiden sisters.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: What is it with people like you and Azurine who pretend to be all sweet and cuddly like puppies to try and get everyone behind you before you then open your mouths and prove that you are nothing of the sort? Both of you pretend and have gotten a whole bunch of people to go…
She puts on a bad, mock Louisiana accent and starts rubbing an imaginary puppy.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: “Aw, ain’t she cute? She’s just THE most adorable thang I’ve ever plum seen in my life!”
Dropping the fake accent, Bullet looks like she might just spit in protest.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Hijueputa! ¡Qué mierda! You are both talented competitors in the ring and you can both go with anyone, as they say, but neither one of you is a cute, cuddly, sweet little thing and I can’t wait to smack you for it the same way I did her!
She nods pointedly again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I am going to walk into that ring and show you and everyone else, when it comes to MIle High, I am no fluke, I am not a bit of luck…
She picks her belt up and holds it aloft again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I am the Champion of Champions in Mile High because I have beaten the Throwdown Champion, I have beaten the World Champion, I have beaten one half of the Tag Team Champions in Chris Mosh and if they put me in with the other half, Ripley, I will knock him out too!
She holds out her right hand in the shape of a gun.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: God is a bullet, pray he is in a good mood!
The camera fades to black.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: BANG!
|
|
|
|
Post by Bullet on Aug 23, 2018 0:26:41 GMT -6
Off-Camera
Wednesday
August 22, 2018
Sheraton Denver Downtown Hotel
Room 321
Denver, Colorado
8:24 PM MDT
The Shieldmaidens have had to have sudden and unplanned meetings in many places before. They’d had to hold what amounted to impromptu Church meetings in carports, full-fledged garages, porches, sheds, gas station restrooms and even a rest stop or two while on the road together. This one was going to be a little different because not only was it going to be in a hotel room in Denver, but it was going to be the second such meeting of the day and the second such meeting with an added bonus guest of Chrome Dragon Joseph Hunter being involved as well. On top of that, this meeting would be recorded in order to keep the other members of both the Shieldmaidens and the Chrome Dragons in the loop as far as what all was discussed and discovered.
Shieldmaidens VP Alex “Bullet” Carbajal looks around and the room and nods as fellow Shieldmaiden and girlfriend, Jackie “Bandit” Layton, checks the door and opens it to allow fellow Shieldmaidens Aoife Maguire, “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire and Becca “Bruiser” Rogers to enter the room.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Jack is setting up her laptop to record this.
Aoife, Psycho and Bruiser all nod before taking seats on the bed. A second later, another knock greets their ears and Bandit opens the door to find the other two members of their group, Shieldmaiden Samantha “Titaness” Hamilton and Chrome Dragon Joseph “Orion” Hunter. They are beckoned inside as well, each taking one of the chairs. Bandit makes her way over to the table and makes a final check on the laptop.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Are you sure we’ll be able to send this to both clubs?
Bandit nods and Bullet smiles.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I know this is not your usual bag, Jack, but thank you for doing this.
Bandit shrugs.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Eef could have too.
Aoife smiles and nods gratefully to Bandit.
Aoife Maguire: Aye, I could, but I dinna git th’ call on this one like ye did, Jack. I dinna ‘ave ennithin tae do this wit like ye did…
Bandit shrugs and then nods to Bullet before pressing the button.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: We’re on!
Bullet nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: This is Shieldmaidens Vice President Alex Carbajal. I’m here with Jack, Eef, Sorsh, Bex, Sam and Orion…
Pausing momentarily, she nods knowingly at Joseph.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: This is our second impromptu meeting of the day to discuss what we’ve learned about the current situation. So, Eef, Sorsh, were you able to get ahold of anyone.
Aoife nods.
Aoife Maguire: We got ahold o’ Shonn an’ Nik. Shonn dinna ‘ave much tae say. Said he kinna say he’s heard o’ this Marchand or ennithin tha went wit him even when he was inside.
Bullet nods grimly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: That does not bode well, Sorsh?
Psycho shrugs.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Nik said she will keep diggin’ but she kinna say she’s heard ennithin at present either.
Bullet nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Sam?
Sam sheepishly grins, shaking her head no.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: I had to apologize ahead of time, but gave the twins a call and asked if they’d be fine doing some research on Marchand as well as … their other job. It’s a work in progress, but since I gave them the green light to give this a higher priority, they should have something come up sooner as opposed to later.
Bullet nods and turns to Bandit.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Did you find Corrie?
Before Bandit can answer, Psycho frowns in confusion.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Who bae Corrie, Lass?
Bandit sighs heavily.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: She’s my little sister. Marchand mentioned her by name to Alé yesterday.
The Titaness raises her eyebrow, already looking uneasy about hearing Marchand is trying to drag more family members from the others into … whatever mess he’s working on creating.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: So … is there anything we should know about Corrie? Like … does he have a reason to even go looking for her? Or .. ??
Bandit sighs and then nods to Bullet, who also sighs heavily.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Corrie is eighteen, and she tends to do what we were…
Bullet grits her teeth and then nods, steeling herself.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: In January, we, Jack and I, had started roaming a little. I would not call it, “Going Nomad,” so much as…
Trailing off, she looks to Bandit for reassurance. Bandit nods sadly and Bullet nods back before turning to face her audience.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We went off the reservation. Jack’s mother had been traveling around to different casinos for years, gambling, drinking and using cocaine, all to excess. In January, Jack decided she wanted to go find her mother and she wanted to travel a bit and see how things were so we started doing a lot of the same things. She was going to hook up with a wrestler called Declan Black and his accompanying harem, more or less.
Bandit shrugs.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: They weren’t really a harem, they were just polyamorous.
Bullet nods apologetically.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: She did that and I hooked up with and then moved in with another wrestler called Eavan Maloney. Eavan was also a known drinker and cocaine fiend at the time. I stopped even drinking before I hooked up with Eavan so Eavan tried to clean up for me too but she wasn’t really fully ready. Anyway, not long into it, Jack came back from Nova Scotia not really feeling the whole Clan Black idea and Eavan suggested we make it three. Jack and I had never considered dating before that and, in fact…
She pauses, looking sadly over at Bandit once again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Jack did not trust anyone enough to say she loved them at the time. Eavan and I eventually got her to drop that wall and just as we did, Eavan freaked and left us. Eavan went off the wagon and was on her way to Los Angeles when Jack started posting from the Luxor drunk off her ass. Eavan came back when Jack admitted she wasn’t just drinking and by the time we got to the room, Jack had overdosed.
Joseph "Orion" Hunter: So … it sounds like he has an obsession of his own with people who have links or history with drugs. That’s what I’m gathering, anyway. Which … I mean, that is one thing cops usually do, yes. Monitor for those sorts of activities. But when I recall the way he was with me?
His head shakes.
Joseph "Orion" Hunter: It feels like there’s a lot we’re all missing and not being told about.
He then turns and looks to Sam.
Joseph "Orion" Hunter: You got any links we may as well know of?
Sam starts to snicker, but stops.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: Well … fuck.
She sighs, crossing her arms over her chest.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: The old MC I used to be in had a lot of their members indulge in them. I was one of the few clean members. But, of course, since Marchand dealt with that group, he probably thinks I’m a guilty person who got away from him -- or some shit like that. I dunno. Short answer? Indirectly, yes. But immediately associated with me on a personal level? No.
Bullet nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I know I have, Jack has, but everybody else has not that I know of. I know the club has driven them at times for the cartel but that hasn’t happened for a time either. My cousin…
She nods to Sam.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You have met him…
Shrugging, she turns back to the group as a whole.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Is the leader for the cartel in the States and I have another cousin that works high up inside the cartel as well.
Bandit nods.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: My...
She catches herself, looking physically ill at the thought of the word that is about to move passed her now gritted teeth.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Father…
Bandit has to pause again, seemingly to swallow down the bile that had been building up inside her.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Gilbert Layton is a whiskey mogul in Canada. Both Corrie and I have a near unlimited financial supply from him because of how he expanded into other brands of booze and became the man in that part of the country.
Pausing again, this time she gets a look of shame on her face.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: My mother is in rehab. Her mother went too. So did both of my mother’s siblings and my father’s brother as well. Marchand likes to call it the family tradition…
The Titaness scoffs upon hearing Bandit’s last words.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: That’s not his call. Admittedly, yes, it does sound like a pattern, but that’s not his right to keep reminding you of that.
Sam pauses, nodding after a few moments.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: Can … like, can we not make a joint complaint against this bastard? Between all the constant run-ins, with about half or more sounding like he may literally be following some of you, it just .. he doesn’t always seem like he’s doing his actual job. There’s gotta be some sort of edge we can use against him, rather than just continue enduring this crap. Anything aside from nothing would be better though. Add in the fact that if he is trying to do a legit job, he’s not acting like it, and …
A defeated sigh passes her lips.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: It’s just such bullshit …
Bullet shrugs, visibly uncertain.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Since we do not know what that caremonda’s actual job is, what would we complain about? He never stays very long and he can always say we have been uncooperative when he attempts to question us.
Bandit nods her agreement, as does Joseph.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: The one time anyone showed any kind of resistance to him, three Chrome Dragons were arrested.
Joseph "Orion" Hunter: He used that line with me too. Said he could have arrested me for staying silent … but then implied he wouldn’t have as much ‘fun’ if he went through with it.
Bullet frowns.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You do not suppose Tyke Index could have anything to do with all of this, do you? Considering his apparent love of cocaine?
Sam raises an eyebrow, already looking hesitant to fully believe that theory.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: I mean … I definitely understand where that could be a possibility. But it’s just as you’ve said and we’ve pointed out. He uses cocaine. What reassurance would Tyke have that Marchand wouldn’t simply arrest his ass after he finishes helping him out?
Her eyebrows furrow at the thought.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: I … still find Angel and Katrina as the most suspicious individuals for now. But I won’t say Tyke being involved is impossible. Not something I wanna imagine though, that’s for damn sure.
Bullet shrugs.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I am just saying, he has a drug connection and he was the one picking the public fight with both club presidents before…
She trails off, nodding at the unstated incident in question.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We should not dismiss any idea out of hand, although, I do find it odd he has never turned his gaze in my direction just for the size of cocaine mountain he could conceivably gain from being put in contact with Salazar.
Bandit visibly shudders.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Those two in the same room at the same time?
Aoife and Psycho both look on.
Aoife Maguire: Are these bote bad men then?
Sam lets out a slight ‘Hmmm’ as Bullet reminds her that it was indeed Tyke who made the disputes between himself, Robi Jean, and Forge public first. Her arms go over her chest as she leans back in her chair.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: Unfortunately, just another option we got on our proverbial table. Really frustrating. We’ve got a shit ton of names and faces, but no real definite direction to look or go towards. That .. needs to be remedied. Somehow.
When Aoife speaks up, both Joseph and Sam look uncertain on the answer.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: I’d like to think Tyke is decent. Obviously obsessed with something unhealthy, yes. But if we put that aside, I wanna believe he could otherwise be somewhat good. I dunno, though. I thought I knew Rob as his actual self; now I’m finding myself second guessing the man with some parts of whatever agenda he may or may not have.
Joseph "Orion" Hunter: I think the best thing that can be done is basically what Sam said; try to narrow stuff down. Right now, as things are? We got a really bad mess, and it honestly isn’t gonna be any simpler to figure out anything until we have more concrete details. Particularly as far as Marchand and his situation or certain other ones go.
Bullet leans against the table and crosses her arms in kind.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I really wish we knew what it was set this off in first place. Which club and what did it do?
Psycho smirks almost playfully.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: How long until he asks about our Da ye tink?
Bullet stares at Psycho, her own eyes going wide in shock.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Tu papi…
Psycho nods.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, our Da bae IRA, ye know…
Now even Joseph is starting to look mentally fatigued. His own soft sigh passes his lips as he rubs his forehead.
Joseph "Orion" Hunter: I hate saying this, but for the time being? We’ve likely done all we can. The best thing we can all focus on is - for those of us about to go into the ring - tomorrow night.
Bullet nods her agreement.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I agree and besides, your father has no contact with you, does he?
Aoife shakes her head sadly while Psycho just smirks.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Then Marchand probably will not care about that for the time being. As for the rest of us…
She nods at the laptop.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Did you get it all, Jack?
Bandit glances at the laptop and nods.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Yeah, we’re good.
Bullet nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Ok… perhaps we should all let this go for the night, concentrate on getting through tomorrow and then pick up after we get home?
Bandit, Aoife, Psycho, Bruiser, Sam and Joseph all nod their agreement.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Thank you everyone, we are going to get through this. No one is taking all of us down!
Aoife, Psycho, Bruiser, Sam and Joseph all nod as they take their leave.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: What do you think?
Bullet shrugs.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Something is going on, we must discover what it is.
Walking over to the bed, Bullet is finally able to sit down for a minute.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Did you send that recording to both clubs?
Bandit nods.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: It went through perfectly.
Bullet flops over on the bed and nods with relief as Bandit makes her way over and flops out on the bed as well.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Is this all really as bad it sounds like it could be?
Bullet nods slowly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Yes.
Bandit nods and slides her hand down to Bullet’s.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Ride or die?
Bullet looks over and squeezes her hand.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Para siempre!
Two hours later…
On-Camera
The camera opens upon Alex “Bullet” Carbajal sitting cross-legged on her hotel room bed in just her jeans and white tank top, her Phoenix Championship belt lying on the bed next to her. She reaches down and grips her bare feet with both hands for a second before looking up to the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: So, we have been having some interesting conversations amongst ourselves in the Shieldmaidens lately, trying to figure out what has really been going on and which of you caremondas are involved and thus need to be dealt with.
She releases her grip on her feet and holds both hands up, palms up as if a great weight is upon each and they are about to be weighed and measured for posterity.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We went over our list of usual suspects and…
Her right hand lifts up slightly higher than her left.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Some were dismissed...
Her right hand drops down while the left one raises up as its mate had previously been but a few seconds before.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Some were not...
Her hands go back to sitting on her thighs.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: It was the entire group of us as well. I was there, Jack was there, Sam, Eef, Sorsh and Bex and Sam even brought Joseph with her just to give us an extra set of functioning brain cells since, Mile High Wrestling seems to prove that this is such a precious commodity that we all need to treasure it whenever we come across it. So we had Joseph come sit in with us and talked things out some…
She trails off, shrugging slightly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: But that meeting is over now, the others have all gone back to their rooms because contrary to certain malparido…
Catching herself, she just shakes her head and looks away for a second.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Some people have way too much time on their hands when they have nothing to occupy them with aside from a mouse, a keyboard and their own personal enjoyment at the expense of others.
She pantomimes a male masturbation motion and then shakes her head again in disgust.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Cómo mierda!
She turns back to glare into the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: There was actually time taken out of the day yesterday and into today over a days old post that was finally found by a group of people that could not believe a loving committed couple would play together as they did and proceeded to completely misunderstand the post.
She raises her hand to stop the response she knows is coming.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I know, interwebs will be interwebs, humor me…
Her hand drops and she sits back slightly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: This was almost as stupid as that mierda that Emily Falls tried with the books. I really should ask which part of that was the lie, that you read big books like Pilgrim’s Progress and Plutarch’s Lives for fun and actually understand that which is inside them or that you are so…
Her right hand shoots up to motion above her head slightly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Malfunctional up here...
The hand drops, and Bullet nods knowingly to the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: That you would not know what a pilgrim was much less how one could make progress towards salvation?
Bullet glances down to the bed for a second and then looks back up, nodding almost apologetically.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: It would be sad if that were the truth because you could have gone so many places with Pilgrim’s Progress and the whole religious allegory thing and my choice of entrance music and finishing move names. You could have compared yourself to Christian in that book and said I was one of the false guides along the way that would try to tempt you off the proper road to the Wicket Gate.
Bullet sighs sadly, her hand all but reaching out to the camera as she does so.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: But you admitted even if it were not the case, you had not finished reading the book so it would not matter, would it?
Her hand drops as she nods in her disappointment.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: It is sad because you should be so much more than you are! You are well-liked, you are talented and you seem to be a popular one amongst fans and peers and yet, somehow you get hung up on trying to be funny and numbers that are just…
She waves her right hand dismissively.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: So your record is not that great and neither is Azurine Vebbins’s record, so what?
She shrugs angrily.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: That does mean defeating you is any less taxing or impressive as an accomplishment.
Sliding forward, Bullet gets to her feet in front of the bed.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And yet, here both of you are, talking in ways that just make me want to knock you out as fast as possible so I do not have to listen any longer than is absolutely necessary. You should both be standing with us against the powers that seem hellbent on holding us down while handing the world to men like Skrabz and Tyke Index, who both have no respect for any of us simply because we are women. Skrabz made that abundantly clear when he was fighting me and I made him pay for that one but Tyke…
She shakes her head almost unable to believe she has to go through all of this.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Tyke obviously thinks we are only here to service him while he goes skiing down the slopes of his beloved mountain and while I would like to think that is all an act he uses to get into opponents’ heads…
Pausing again, she looks off to the window and then comes back, her hand held out to the camera again to stop a response that has to be coming.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: But they are really besides the point. The point here is that you and Azurine both seem to be dos caras about everything.
Again, her right goes up, palm up as if holding a great amount of weight for the scales.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: On the one hand, you are nice and sweet and just seem to like to have fun…
Her right hand goes down to be replaced with her left in the same palm up posture.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And on the other you use that candy coating to cover up the salty underside that says every time Emily falls in love, love falls out of her!
Her left hand joins her right in their normal places at her side.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You should be standing with us against those types of forces especially after what happened to Candi last week but I get it…
She nods, anger building in her eyes.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We are a motorcycle club and we work in packs, we have to be the bad guys, right?
She nods, knowingly, resignedly and angrily all at once.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Call us whatever you want but remember when you’re going over your precious numbers, that the only ones that matter when it comes to me are how many times I have been pinned or submitted here in MIle High…
She holds up her right hand, her fingers touching each other in a circle as she mouths the word “zero.”
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And the number of current champions I have beaten.
Her hand opens so that three fingers stand tall for the world to see.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And now, as we reach out to the disenfranchised, the disillusioned, the outcasts and supposed dregs of society…
Her right hand balls into a fist in front of her as she nods forcefully.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Anyone who can say they have felt as if somebody else tried to stand on their heads and take everything they had worked for away, we reached out to you and all you could do was mispronounce my home country and act like this was a funny little thing to do while you pretended to give a damn about whatever your husband was saying at the time. We wanted to help you, to inspire you and now…
She hold out her right hand in the shape of a gun.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I have to show you what happens when you are the one trying to catch the bullet in your teeth!
She closes her eyes and points her hand at the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Dios es una bala…
The camera fades to black.
|
|
