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Bullet© vs Joseph HunterRoleplay Limit: 2 Roleplay Deadline: Thursday, August 30, 2018 @ 2AM Central Time |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2018 9:36:52 GMT -6
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”JOSEPH MARTIN HUNTER! WAKE THE HELL UP! RIGHT NOW!”A fourteen-year-old Joseph wearily opened one eye and groaned as he glanced beside him and found the time. 2006 had only recently started and, already, it was off to a very shitty beginning. Go figure. Then again, when was it ever off to a decent start? He didn’t get to dwell on it very long before his door was hurled open, causing Joseph to quickly turn his head and just as hastily sit up. Inside walked his father, Ethan Martin Hunter. Despite the chilly weather outside, he was shirtless, only wearing a pair of sweatpants. But the first and more immediate thing Joseph noticed him wearing was a look that, by itself, could have killed him if that were possible. ”You little shit!” Ethan snarled through gritted teeth. ”This is your fault somehow, isn’t it?!””W-What are you talking about?”Joseph instinctively closed his eyes, half-expecting a slap for a response. Either he’d gotten lucky or it was delayed. All he knew was the very first reply given to him wasn’t a physical hit, but rather, something plopping on top of his sheets. His eyes slowly opened to see a manila folder. Only after getting an affirmative nod from Ethan did he open the folder and find what his father must have been bitching about. Divorce papers. ”So mom’s … ??” ”No thanks to you!”A weak smile crossed Joseph’s face as he shook his head. ”No. That’s all your doing. If you had ever loved her, you wouldn’t have ---” SMACK!Now came the slap he’d expected, resulting in his head turning. And even when he recovered from the shock of the hit? He kept his gaze averted. It was something he was used to, something that Joseph had told himself time and time again made dealing with this attitude much simpler. ”Hmph. The fuck do you know about love, huh? Not like you’ve fucked a girl yet.” ”No, but I do know when I find a woman to fall for, I’ll do much better than you as a lover. And even father.” … Too late to take back those last words. Then again, he didn’t really regret what he said, per se. It was more knowing they would come with a cost. And indeed it did. This time with a punch to his midsection; a very hard, brutal attack, too. No mercy was included, not even for his own child as Ethan kept a clenched fist embedded in Joseph’s sternum. ”You’ve got quite the mouth on ya, boy. I’ll make sure that gets fixed by dinner.”That seemed … cryptic. And very unnerving. What did he mean by that? Before Joseph could ask, his father strode out. A simple click indicated what the young teen tested seconds later; his father had locked him in his own room. ”Dad? Dad?! What are you doing?!” No matter how many times he pounded on the door or jerked at the knob, he didn’t receive an answer, nor a hint of one. All he could sense while shakily moving back to his bed and pulling the covers back over him was he was terrified. This may not have been the first time ever his dad resorted to abuse on him; but it was the worst. Not because of what he chose to do, but the undertone that rested in his father’s tone. Whatever he had gone on about, he had to be scared. But more than that? Joseph had to figure a way to get out. Not yet though. First, he’d get more sleep. Six hours of interrupted sleep wasn’t enough time, definitely not to come up with a good enough plan to determine how to escape his now very crazed dad.
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Joseph woke up with a start, panting heavily as he turned and found Samantha still beside him. Still asleep, which made his eyes soften. She’d cried herself to sleep after last night’s show. Apparently, the news of Katrina deciding to unplug Rob should he not wake had really taken one hell of an emotional toll on her. It was equally sad as it was ironic. The same man who had a persona that had caused Sam so much angst was now making her this upset; go figure. As if she hasn’t lost enough already, Joseph thought, frowning slightly as he slowly laid back down, wrapping his arms back around Samantha. There was literally only one saving grace that came with this very grim scenario. It made everything he had planned on going through with all the more sweeter. More precise details - namely when to go with said idea and so on - were the things Joseph really needed to figure out. Before that, however, there was something else, and it was just as important. His hand slowly trailed along Sam’s arm. Before he could intertwine his fingers with Sam’s she wrapped her fingers around Joseph’s arm. In his head, he cursed. Out loud, he greeted The Titaness with a kiss to the nape of her neck before whispering, ”Morning, sleepy-head.””Is it really that late?””Hmmm. For you, yes. You’re usually awake sooner.”Slowly, Sam opened one eye long enough to stare at the time before groaning and shutting it again. ”Yeah. You’re right.”The somber tone in her voice hinted she still wasn’t out of her funk, which made Joseph softly sigh. ”Sam, you haven’t eaten anything since dinner last night. You want me to get room service for us?”Sam quickly shook her head from side to side, resulting in Joseph grimacing. ”Sam …””I appreciate the concern, Joseph. Really, I do. But … I don’t feel hungry. If you want something for yourself, then don’t wait for me.”While firmly but gently holding onto her shoulders, Joseph helped turn Sam around so she was facing him. ”Open your eyes and look at me. Please.” It took her a few seconds, but she soon complied. ”Promise me that before Good Time rolls around, you’ll eat again.”The Titaness didn’t immediately give Joseph an answer. She’d stay quiet for a good minute, nearly two, before finally giving her lover a reply. ”I can’t promise when that’ll happen, but I do promise to eat sometime. It just isn’t going to be today.””That’s fine. For now, that works. I’m just refusing to allow you to go a whole week without food or anything to drink.”Sam weakly smiled in response, sighing as she turned away after another minute ticked away. Joseph would elicit his own sigh before begrudgingly letting go of Samantha’s hand. He looked over his shoulder one last time, hoping she’d speak up and decide to eat. … Nothing. That was his reply, lack of, rather. His head shook as he moved towards the hotel phone, picked it up, and called the room service line ...
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”About time she’s better. Good. I feel much more confident knowing I can go into Good Time and not have to worry about my lover. She’ll be helping your own other half while we go head to head against one another. I can’t help but wonder if that was done on purpose.” Joseph is sitting atop the hotel bed, looking much happier than he did in the last recording. A closer inspection of his body gives hints of bruises adorning his skin. Namely around the midsection, though there are a few stray marks on his forehead and arms. ”Don’t worry about these. They were for a good cause. Namely so Sam and Bandit could figure some tag moves out. Whew. Has anyone ever told you Bandit hits harder than one would assume? Because … fuck, does she ever. Though I suppose it makes enough sense. She’s a high flyer, so she has momentum working for her. Anyway …” Clearing his throat, Joseph stays silent for another moment before nodding and continuing. ”We’re both about to go in with quite a bit to prove and back up for Good Time. Neither of us have been pinned or submitted to anyone just yet. I will admit that it kinda seems like a bit of a cop-out considering I just started wrestling. But at the same time?” Joseph shrugs. ”The matches have all happened, like it or not. I have a record, even if a small one for now. Definitely tiny compared to everything Sam’s done. And now, I have a chance to succeed where she failed once. I have the opportunity to beat you … and win that Phoenix Championship Belt in the process.” An amused grin appears on Joseph’s face as he chuckles. ”It’s incredibly hilarious, but in their own rights? We’ve sorta swapped places from when you and Sam fought at the first Pay-Per-View. I think we have, anyway. Regardless, I wouldn’t blame you if you were confident like Sam was and I’m the more nervous fighter. But … don't worry. I’m not going to let my emotions stop me.”His smile widens, expression softening slightly as Joseph continues. ”The commentators have said time and time again that Forge is proud of me. I’d like to think he is. Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to get a hold of him and confirm this. But I certainly hope I have been making him feel even some pride, even if it’s only in selecting me to become a Chrome Dragon. It wasn’t my original goal for agreeing to take up wrestling, but it became something to work on achieving after earning my cut.” Another pause as Joseph takes time to gather and organize his thoughts. He keeps quiet for another few minutes before resuming. ”And so far? Against all odds, I feel as if I’ve done just that. Mosh, Lexi, Emily Falls, and even Tyke Index. I’ve sniped all of them, for better or worse. And Tyke in particular was my hardest yet proudest victory. Can I beat you? It’s the same question I hinted to Tyke I’ve asked myself. Now, we’re about to find out soon enough.” Joseph chuckles yet again, his head shaking at himself. ”Life works in really odd ways. I used to be a pure pacifist. Now? I’m getting in rings, kicking ass, and taking names. I actually hated violence, particularly against women. Yet, here I am, now fighting to ensure my own lover never has to shoulder all of her troubles by herself ever again, no matter what form they may try to take.” This time, a deep breath is heard as Joseph exhales deeply. ”Hopefully, she can have a break and not have history repeat anytime soon. I know I’d appreciate that. While things seem to be steering that way, I’m taking advantage of that. I’m coming at you with all the strength I’ve given everyone else - and possibly more. Maybe I haven’t used all of my prowess. Certainly a real possibility, though not intentional. More from not fighting as much in the ring as most of the other members of Mile High have compared to me. At any rate, you have your bullets …” He pulls his arms back, grinning as he wields his imaginary bow and arrow once more. ”And I’ve got my own weapon which has its own version of ‘bullets’. Archery versus firearms. Normally, guns probably would be more lethal. But we’ll see, at Good Time, whose aim is more true. Who makes their hits count harder? Who manages to find a heart or headshot first? You saw it took three to five well-placed shots to keep Sam down. I promise you, Bullet, it’ll take about as many, if not more, to do the same to me.
“Just as Sam encouraged you to do so, bring as many bullets as you think you’ll need. For this time, you’re going against Orion. So far, not only have I sniped everyone I’ve gone against, but taken them all down first. God can be a bullet for all I know or even begin to worry. In fact, that’d add to the thrill of the hunt. Orion’s awake, alive, and very eager to find more quarry to strike down, no matter who that may or may not mean seeking. Including his own sister-in-arms. Pray my arrows decide to somehow have some mercy; because I’m definitely not going to.”Finally, Joseph lets go of his arrow. A single, low noise can be heard from him. ”Whoosh …”His grin widens as he waves before the feed abruptly ends.
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Post by Bandit on Aug 29, 2018 0:30:59 GMT -6
Off-Camera
Monday
August 27, 2018
Twisted Steel Auto
New Orleans, Louisiana
10:11 AM CDT
Some projects at Twisted Steel always took longer than others no matter how hard you tried to make them go faster. Bikes tended to go faster just because they were physically smaller than other vehicles and even a total rebuild on a classic Harley wasn’t likely to take as long as a classic muscle car just because of the size involved.
At least, that been the experience of most people who worked at this garage. Now, Alex “Bullet” Carbajal was seeing an example of that with the ‘69 Charger she was working on at the moment. Before this, she’d fixed up a ‘65 Harley Panhead and it hadn’t taken that long at all because it basically had just needed a few cosmetic patch-ups and a few minor mechanical things adjusted that was more maintenance that had been neglected by the previous owner than anything else. The Charger was something different as she had effectively ahd to strip it down to its skeleton and start building it back to its former glory. As she tests a couple of her changes she’d made to the engine to see if it would work now, the poor thing only sputters. Bullet stares at it and then turns away, clearly upset with herself.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Hijueputa!
She almost kicks her toolbox before wheeling back towards the engine.
AC:¡Si no paras te voy a cascar! [/font]
She crosses her arms and stares at the engine, glaring angrily. This was apparently not going to be an easy one to crack. After a few minutes of silent contemplation, Bullet picks her phone up off the side table and dials a number she’s dialed a million times before, hoping that her go to parts guy, Braxton, will have some good news to give her.
Stanford Braxton: Hello?
Bullet smiles, happy that it is in deed Stanford Braxton’s voice that greets her instead of that of his boss, Jackson Tatum.Braxton was always easier to deal with than Tatum because Braxton had no ulterior motives in these transactions.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Bueno!
She can almost see the smile on his face.
Stanford Braxton: Engine didn’t wanna play, did it?
Her head droops, her chin almost smashing into her chest with the shame and embarrassment of it all.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: No, she doesn’t seem to want to. You find the bits I was looking for just in case I had to tear it down?
Again, she can almost see the smile.
Stanford Braxton: You know I got you, Alejandra. How you think Imma do you like that… hurts, Girl!
Bullet shakes her head, trying really hard not to laugh.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Qué pelota!
Braxton laughs in response.
Stanford Braxton: Aw, come on, Girl, you know y’all love me!
Bullet finally can’t stop herself and allows herself chuckle.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I’ll be by later to see what i can use. Thanks again, Stanford. You are a miracle worker!
Braxton chuckles himself.
Stanford Braxton: You know it, see you then!
The call ends and Bullet sets the phone down where she’d picked it up from. She glances down at her coveralls and shakes her head apologetically at them.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Mañana estarás sucio!
Just as she says this, her girlfriend and fellow Shieldmaiden, Jackie “Bandit” Layton, comes walking into the garage area.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: What’s gonna be filthy tomorrow?
Bullet grins over at the young blonde.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Me, I am going to get parts for this thing before going to the workout with El Martillo. Tomorrow, I tackle a teardown to make this pelota work!
Bandit grins.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Need a tag along?
Bullet can’t help but smile.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Let’s go find Angel and have a ride.
Off-Camera
Monday
August 27, 2018
Shieldmaidens Warehouse Gym
New Orleans, Louisiana
1:25 PM CDT
Bullet punches at the heavy bag and comes through with an overhead hook that almost knocks it from its moorings. She hammers away on it even as her trainer, Shonn Maguire, watches on shaking his head.
Shonn Maguire: Ye bae naidin’ more than tha tae bae gettin’ passed Orion, Lass. Ye know tha so whut bae this then?
Bullet stops firing off on the bag, looking down at the floor momentarily.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I just needed to hit something. Jack, Angel and I went to the parts guy today and while we were out, a cop rolled by and asked if I was enjoying my new position.
Shonn nods knowingly.
Shonn Maguire: Yer gonna have tae get passed tha, Lass. It’s gonna bae thrown at ye plenty. Ye know this tae bae true.
Bullet punches the bag again and shakes her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Why do so many think I am trying to split the club? All I did was support my sisters! I did not want to leave Sam to the wolves and I did not just let the others be rushed off into the night. I stood up for them. I used my voice for them!
Shonn nods.
Shonn Maguire: Aye, tha bae true, but, do they see it tha way? Do they bae lookin’ at whut yer doin’ and take it as support?
Bullet frowns at him in confusion and Shonn nods.
Shonn Maguire: Look, Lass, they are gooin’ tae see it as ye chose others over them for a minute. It wilna last foreva, but it will bae a painful ting fer ye.
Stepping back, Bullet shakes her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Por qué todo se está ahogando en mierda?
She punches the bag again even as Shonn shakes his head.
Shonn Maguire: Ye bae knowin’ I havna idea whut ye jess said…
Bullet slowly turns around to face her mentor and looks like she can’t decide if she wants to scream in rage or fall to her knees and burst into tears.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: There is shit no matter which way I turn…
Shonn nods and takes her into his arms, hugging as a father to a child.
Shonn Maguire: I know, but ye kin overcome this, Alex. Ye bae a strong woman an’ ye can endure this but ye have tae keep yer eye on the prize, Lass. Orion isna gonna bae goin’ easy on ye because yer mopin’ about.
Bullet starts to scream back but catches herself and stares at him, seemingly unable to really take in what he’s just said. What was Shonn trying to tell her?
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: What you have me do?
Shonn steps back from her, his hands moving to her shoulders as he looks her in the eyes.
Shonn Maguire: Jess give it all time is all ye kin do here. Ye’ve got tae keep on where ye are and ye’ve got to keep on here as well.
He nods to the the wall behind her to indicate the building behind it.
Shonn Maguire: Ye know they’ll bae back wit ye, it’s jess a matter of how long ye have tae feel the doghouse. As fer the utter…
He shrugs.
Shonn Maguire: Ye bae naidin’ tae get yer head straight. If ye dinna do tha, ye lose more than a match and a some ruddy title belt. Ye’ll bae drivin’ yer own career inta the ground and ye might jess drive off yer friends an’ family.
Bullet nods slowly as Shonn takes his hands away from her and nods to her pointedly.
Shonn Maguire: Ye bae unnerstandin’?
Thinking for a second before she answers, Bullet nods her agreement.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Sí.
Shonn pats her on the shoulder.
Shonn Maguire: Go, find Jackie an’ Angel an’ have yerself a night tae tink on dis.
He pauses and then shrugs in acknowledgment.
Shonn Maguire: Or, at least an afternoon?
Bullet’s head droops for a second and then she nods knowingly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I’ll try.
Shonn shrugs again.
Shonn Maguire: All we kin bae askin’ of ye, Lass. We love ye an’ ye naid tae bae knowin’ yer doin’ a fine job. Ye jess naid tae bar rechargin’ yerself a bit is all.
Bullet nods and then hugs him back.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Thank you, Shonn.
Shonn smiles, hugging her as well.
Shonn Maguire: Of course, Lass.
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Monday
August 27, 2018
The Home Of Bullet and Bandit
New Orleans, Louisiana
9:30 PM CDT
The camera opens upon Alex “Bullet” Carbajal sitting in her living room alone, wearing a pair of black jeans and a white tank top t-shirt. She is barefoot and has her hair pulled back into a ponytail, looking very much like the type of person who has not a care in the world at the moment.
At least when it comes to fashion sense anyway.
She nods to the camera, seemingly ready to just get on with this.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: So, we are finally here. After three weeks of wondering if we would all make it to Good Time, the event is upon us. In a few days, Joseph Hunter and I will step into the Mile High Wrestling ring and and let fly on each other.
She sits forward onto the edge of her white leather couch.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Some will question if we are taking it easy on each other no matter what we do.
Shrugging slightly, she looks up to the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Others will question what did to anger each other so much that we have started fighting as if one of us owes the other a great sum of money or one had stolen the other’s wife.
She sits up, her arms outstretched.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I cannot promise you how this is going to go because if the last month has taught us anything it is that nothing is for sure. After all, this was supposed to be the show where the Shieldmaidens ride into the Smoothie King Center with an entire pay-per-view riding on us!
Her hands fire back down, landing with a double smack on her knees.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We were to fight for glory, for fame, for money, for championship standing and for domination! We were to fight to hold onto the Phoenix Championship, the Throwdown Championship, the Tag Team Championships and to gain the World Championship!
Her gaze drops to the floor, her hands folding in front of her.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: That was the plan…
She starts to nod slowly, going silent for a good minute as she contemplates what she’s just said of the situation.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We would have our very own historical document to show the world that when the Shieldmaidens say we don’t die easy, we just die bloody, this is what that means. There would be five of us holding all of the gold simultaneously and nobody would ever be able to question us again, not Candi Bratton, not a man like Skrabz, not Solomon Cain, not Robert MItchell, not Deuce Holmes, not Tyke Index, not Azurine Vebbins…
The camera zooms in as Bullet nods pointedly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: No one!
The camera zooms back out to show her still sitting on the edge of the couch.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: But then Pueblo happened and we had to question everything. We had rto question who we were, what we were about and what we really wanted.
She nods and then reaches over the edge of the couch’s arm to pick up the Mile High PHoenix Championship belt. She lays it across her legs and then stares at it intently.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I had to decide what this was really worth to me. As I told Skrabz, I cannot say I spent my entire life toiling in obscurity and fighting through all kinds of politics and bullshit to get here and win this. My career was four matches old when I got my opportunity at this championship and the standing that goes with it. I found out really quickly how far that goes and what it buys you in this sport when Azurine Vebbins almost immediately started to discount my accomplishment and then Skrabz tried to tell me it did not matter simply because I was a woman.
She nods to the belt and then pats it on the main part of the golden center.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Well, I have proven both of you wrong on those scores and I am fairly certain that Joseph Hunter will not be making those same mistakes. Joseph Hunter has never shown me anything but the highest of respect and that will not change with this match.
She pauses and then nods to the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Hey, Skrabz..
She picks up her belt and practically waves it at him.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Does it eat at you yet that there are people who have said I have made this belt mean more than yours?
She nods as if she already knows the answer.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I have made this belt mean something whether anyone else likes it or not! I have worked hard to bring this championship prestige and honor and I am proud that I will be defending it against someone who actually cares about the prize they are challenging for!
She stands up, nodding to the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Joseph Hunter asked, which would win in this fight, bullets or arrows and it is a fair question because we will walk to that ring and we will act as if we are to face off against each other at dawn for a duel. His quiver against my clips and when we let fly on each other, we are going to give everybody the damndest fight they have ever seen because we have been given a higher purpose in this match.
Glancing down at her championship, she nods grimly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We are not fighting for a personal vendetta. We are not fighting for one person’s glory or to enrich our bank accounts.
Shaking her head, she glares into the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We are fighting for all those people sitting in the crowd that wish they could stand up and scream, “No more!” and all those that hold them down! We are fighting for all of the children that are forced to endure bullying in school for being different or shy or whatever other reason the weak-minded have for turning on what should be their friends! The ones that try to speak up but are shouted down or told they do not matter by their parents and the school administration because it is simply easier to keep the peace than fix the problem! We are fighting for all of those who feel like they are not a part of something because somebody in power over them told them they could not be.
She takes hold of her belt with both hands, displaying it for the world.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We are fighting for those that should be here and cannot be because they were shown the door over nothing and people who had not put the work in were handed their spots because it was simply easier than fixing the problem!
She puts the belt over her shoulder and slaps the medal again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Joseph and are fighting to show that no matter who you are, whether you come from, you CAN make it to the top whether you are a shy boy that does not know where to begin or an immigrant girl who cannot speak the language, we will show you that you CAN make it here and you CAN stand tall as a champion!
She reaches up and smacks her belt again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I am the Phoenix Champion and I stand before you having never been pinned or submitted despite having faces the likes of Samantha Hamilton, Azurine Vebbins, Chris Mosh and Skrabz in my time here in Mile High Wrestling. The only current or former champions I have not defeated are my girl Jack, two people who are no longer available to fight and Ripley and if I had gotten into the ring with them before now, you bet my sweet ass I would have put them down too! I have beaten both of the holders of the Throwdown Championship! I have beaten one half of the current World Tag team Champions and I have beaten the World Champion dealing him his first pinfall loss here in Mile High Wrestling in the process! On Thursday, I will stand across the ring from another who has never tasted the canvas that way in Joseph Hunter and he will go all out to show me how our friends, his fellow Chrome Dragons Khary and Caliban, gave him the name “Orion.”
She nods, pulling the belt off her shoulder and holding with both hands again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: He will hunt me with this as his prize and I will stand against him with everything I have to prove once and for all that I am the gold standard around here! We are going to walk that aisle and answer that one burning question on everyone’s mind…
The camera zooms in closer on her, framing her face.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: What happens when the Hunter takes on the Bullet with their entire arsenals at their disposal?
She nods, throwing the belt back over shoulder and holding out her arm with her hand in the shape of a gun.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Pull back, take aim and loose with your best shot, Joseph because you know that I will! Dios es una bala…
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Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Bang!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2018 3:41:00 GMT -6
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How long had it been?
Several rounds worth of drinks and, if Joseph had to even try to take a guess, a few hours later. A bit of sweat had formed on his head from the humidity. And then, there was also the even simpler fact Sam was still so very close to him, continuing to grind and dance against him.
A coy smirk spread over his face. He hadn’t forgotten she had amazing stamina; gods knew she’d proven that more than enough times when they were alone. In bed.
He just didn’t know it had applied to places aside from in a more intimate setting.
Then again, the fact he was a bit tipsy was probably contributing. But at least it’d been as he vowed; he hadn’t passed out after the first hurricane he ordered. In fact, he was rather proud with still being awake and able to move with however much time had gone by.
Finally, however, he felt a gesture that hinted Sam was ready to be alone. It was subtle, and only really able to be noticed if anyone really looked for it, but one of Samantha’s hands had quickly, but gently, rubbed against his crotch.
He licked his lips, sighing softly before forcing her to stop.
”Just for now …” he whispered reassuringly in her ear, resulting in The Titaness hastily nodding. Silently but obviously begging for him to hurry up.
He had to stifle a chuckle before looking around for Bandit.
… Either she was in plain sight or she had left. It depended how good his sight was still working and functioning.
Well … damn. He would have preferred knowing the tab would be taken care of. But if push came to shove, he decided, Carrie would get a hold of somebody for her money.
”Well, come on then …”
Barely able to offer little more than an inebriated giggle for a response, Sam managed to walk out of the bar with Joseph. Stumbling a few times at worst, but otherwise keeping up fine with Orion.
It wouldn’t be until they were about half-way back to the club that Joseph turned and looked at Sam.
”You even want to head back there?”
”Hmmm? Where’d this come from?”
”Just thinking tonight, I may be even rougher than usual. Dunno if a gag will work. Besides, if Bullet and Bandit are already back there, doubt they wanna listen in. Don’t think they’re that much of voyeurs, nor are you that much of an exhibitionist.”
Sam snickered, shaking her head.
”You’re not wrong. However …”
She gestured around them.
”Unless you remember in your half-drunk state a hotel we can go to, let alone one that’ll take such late-paying customers, we’re probably just gonna have to take our chances.”
”Fuck,” Joseph muttered under his breath. The lack of remembering could have been dealt with. Sam definitely had her phone; he knew that much for sure. But when she pointed out if anywhere would let them check-in? That … he couldn’t argue with.
”If it weren’t for the fact a bed’s always comfier and there aren’t many public areas that could work, I’d go for that.”
”Liar!” Sam replied with a chuckle, gasping slightly as Joseph pressed her against the nearest alley wall and began pressing rough kisses along the side of her neck.
”On the contrary, I’m very serious,” he replied, grinning as his kisses caused Sam to elicit rather lewd, but still very sensual moans. ”The same just applies with everything I already said; this wouldn’t work. No bed. Nothing to use to replace one, for that matter. And … there’s a bit too much of a risk of being found by cops.”
One more kiss followed by a nip would be given before Joseph pulled away, staring smugly at The Titaness.
”Still wanna doubt me? You have noticed yourself I’ve been getting more and more bold, after all.”
”Damn … okay. Point … made.”
Flashing Samantha a very knowing grin, he allowed her to move away from the wall. It was little more than a sheer miracle that clothes weren’t immediately discarded after the two entered the Shieldmaiden Clubhouse. Somehow, they at least managed to wait until they got into their room to begin stripping one another.
”God, Sam. I don’t think I’m ever going to get enough of you.”
”Good, because that makes two of us. You didn’t lose your ‘rough’ touch while helping me back did you?”
Joseph merely shook his head, his own smirk reappearing as he shoved Samantha down onto their bed, making sure she landed on all fours.
”Definitely not. But the best hunters never tell their prey when they’re going to fire, now do they?”
Those would be the last coherent words Sam would hear from Orion before quickly being replaced by grunt and groans of bliss. The two would have their ‘coupling session’ for a good hour, almost two, before falling into a peaceful sleep.
… Well, it started that way for Joseph. He groaned, this time in fear, as he saw that same fucking nightmare start up. His head tossed from side to side as he frantically tried to wake himself up, only to fail in vain …
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”Dad?! Dad?! I’m sorry!”
He gave another tug at his door knob, whimpering as it remained firmly locked. Over the past hours - hell if he knew how many had gone by - Joseph had heard next to nothing. A few times, he picked up on his father wandering throughout the house. Sometimes stopping in certain rooms, grabbing some items, and then moving elsewhere.
But even then, he couldn’t pinpoint any exact details; what he was doing, where he was going, nothing.
And it was terrifying him the longer Joseph stayed locked in his room with little to no hint on what was going on.
He’d already tried the windows. Those were also, apparently, locked. Not from him, so that implied Ethan had likely done this a while back. No vents to use.
At this rate, it was seeming like the best thing to do was hide.
But then … was there even a place that could allow him to do that?
His head turned as his eyes rapidly scanned for somewhere, anywhere to try concealing himself. Closet? Maybe. A huge one, at that rate. But … it’d be worth it. Wouldn’t it?
He had to try. Something inside Joseph had screamed to heed the ‘fight or flight’ instinct, favoring the latter. Even if he could fight, there would be no way he could win. Not against his dad, who did fight on a rather constant basis.
”Oh no you don’t!”
His muscles froze as he heard his father’s voice. Right behind him; literally so. Hot, angry breaths were landing on the nape of his neck, and just from that alone, Joseph couldn’t find it in him to turn and face his dad.
”W-What … ?? Agh! That hurts!”
A fistful of his short, blonde hair was grabbed, with Ethan yanking his own son unceremoniously out of his own room. He’d be jerked and guided, finally slammed against a wall. The living room, to be exact, a quick scan revealed.
When he glanced around, Joseph also noticed another very specific something; a pistol in his father’s right hand.
”Dad?” Joseph weakly asked, most of his voice getting caught in his throat.
”I warned that harlot! I fucking warned her. But she’s late, so now …”
For the briefest of seconds, a glimmer of hope looked like it may have appeared as Ethan’s eyes softened .. only to go stern once again.
”Did you even try to stop her?! Huh?! Or were you fine with her going off and fucking whoever she wanted?!”
”I didn't even know that’s what she was doing!”
SMACK!
Ethan slammed both hand and the butt of the firearm against the side of Joseph’s head. Already, a bit of blood was falling down. Very slowly … but very steadily nonetheless.
”Don’t lie to me, you little shit!”
”No-Not all the time I didn’t know …”
”There we go. That I’ll believe. Did you know about tonight?! DID YOU?!”
”No! Same goes with the divorce papers!”
”He’s not lying!”
Behind them both was a woman with flowing long hair and blue-green eyes. The same her own son had. Her hair was disheveled. Messy. The dress she was clad in was also looking as if it had been tampered with somehow. There were numerous indications suggesting she’d likely been running for some time.
”Hmph. Figures. You come back when I’m done giving any fucks about either of you!”
”Please leave him alone. I’m the one you’re angry at. Leave Joseph alone.”
”You’re right about that first half; I sure as shit am pissed at you. Rightfully so.”
”And what of me?! Do I have no right to be mad with you, be it how you’ve acted to me before or how you’re doing so now?!”
Ethan pulled back on the hammer, causing Anna to bow her head in defeat.
”Okay, okay … fine. I get it. I can’t win this argument. So be it. Please let Joseph go.”
”Stop trying to fucking boss me around! I’ll maybe let him go if you fucking cooperate! GET UP HERE!”
Maybe?! Joseph internally repeated, feeling his heart seem to sink and simultaneously race. Then … he was going to die anyway?
Why? This wasn’t fair! He didn’t want to!
And yet, he also didn’t want to lose his mom. Not like this. Not even with it being true she’d committed a very serious crime in her own rights. Ethan really had asked for her to betray him with all the abuse she’d also endured. It didn’t seem like this should come as such a huge surprise for his father.
Apparently, though, it had been.
Joseph weakly shook his head, trying to plead and convince Anna not to listen.
”It’s okay, Joseph. I honestly should have expected this sort of ending, especially after the first night I found another man.”
”About time. You’re being honest finally.”
No retort or talking back would be heard, making Ethan smirk. Good. Maybe there was hope for this woman yet.
Anna would stop moving when only one small pace separated her from her husband and son.
”Should I even give you a second chance?” Ethan mused out loud, his grip on Joseph’s hair and his gun never weakening.
”You don’t need to give me one. Just let Joseph go. Please.”
” … Fine. You’re making this easier, if nothing else.”
”Wait! You’re not going to … are you?!”
By the time Joseph protested, Ethan had already moved the gun away from his own head and pointed it right at Anna.
BANG!
No hesitation. No remorse. No second guessing. The trigger was pulled, guiding a single bullet right between Anna’s eyes. Her body collapsed immediately to the floor; lifeless, still, bleeding profusely from the wound.
Before he could even stop them, tears flowed down his face.
”Why?!” he weakly asked in between sobs and whimpers.
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”Why?”
”Joseph?”
His eyes shot open, wide and alert as he finally felt himself wake up. He had likely been tossing and turning, because it wasn’t often Sam was conscious after indulging in drinking. And sure enough, his guess was confirmed well enough as he turned and found it was hard to look at her.
His vision was blurred.
Apparently, he had actually began to cry in the dream and in the real world.
”What … ?? I mean … wow. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you cry.”
Joseph weakly chuckled, wiping his tears away before simply holding Sam close to him.
”You had your certain memories you didn’t wanna relay to me. I have mine. I know you likely tried to joke about me not getting into the ring for so long. But there is a reason. And that’s why I wasn’t ready to take any chances …”
His voice trailed off, not because he forgot what to say. But because he noticed something out of the corner of his eye.
The camcorder … wielding a blinking red light.
”Fuck!” Joseph hissed, running quickly behind the camera and forcing it to shut off.
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”So … sorry. That was awkward as all hell. Usually, I have that thing shut off when I’m not using it.”
A coy, if not slightly nervous, smile adorns Joseph’s face. Now he’s dressed and much more presentable compared to an hour or so ago. And, from the way he’s speaking, very much sobered up. Beside him is a very amused looking Samantha. Every now and again, she covers her mouth to hide snickers or other similar reactions at Joseph’s mistake. She, too, is decent enough and able to be publicly shown now.
”Does that mean you were recording us? You know, last night?”
” … I don’t know. I need to look back and see if it was just a simple matter of failing to turn it off or … more.”
Clearing his throat at that implication, he took a breath and conjured a more stoic expression. Only when he felt more confident did Joseph finally begin to speak.
”I’m not simply agreeing with a good chunk of Bullet just because she’s a sister-in-arms to me. Most of that really is the truth. I’m not going to repeat most of it. There are, however, a few things I do want to emphasize on. We are not going to go easy on one another. It’s true that for both of us, this is a win-win. Yes, even me. The fact is, I still ended up landing this major Pay-Per-View match. Regardless of the outcome, it’s going to strengthen and show I truly did earn this chance. I didn’t beat anyone on a whim or fluke of any kind. Not even - especially not, rather - Tyke Index. And I certainly didn’t go easy on him.”
His hand opens as he rests his chin in it, continuing to gaze into the lens.
”There’s been a lot of speculation going around that even this fight could steal attention away from the main event.”
A rather proud smile crosses both Joseph and Samantha’s lips at the thought.
”I’m not going to beg for that sorta reaction, but I’d be lying to say that doesn’t make me a bit proud. I have no hidden agendas like so many other wrestlers I’ve seen Sam go against tend to nowadays. I’m here to make up for all the missed opportunities I could have helped Samantha as well as to represent the Chrome Dragons. I’d like to believe that, so far, I have done both. And done a damn good job at succeeding in the two goals.”
His head firmly nods as Joseph continues to speak.
”I also want to confirm that Bullet’s assumption about me continuing to give her respect is completely right. Honestly? It should be a given.”
His eyes narrow as a more disgusted look appears on his face.
”Anyone who can have the courage to walk into any ring deserves respect. It doesn’t matter what gender, nationality, or anything they are. They should get that. No. Fucking. Matter. What. And the fact that ‘a man like Skrabz’ still refuses to do even that much says one thing to me.”
Joseph scoffs, shaking his head.
”It’s simple; he’s not a real man.”
Reaching over, Joseph pats Sam’s right shoulder.
”I’ve seen her very, very easily man handle misogynistic assholes. Show, prove to them she does deserve to not only walk into a ring, but earn a win against them. I have all the confidence that any other Shieldmaiden could just as easily make their own point to men who refuse to give them the acknowledgement they deserve. Who cares we’re all part of a motorcycle club?! We’re still wrestlers at the end of the day, and that, if nothing else, means we’re fighters! Maybe in a slightly unorthodox group, yes. But we’re fighters nonetheless.”
He gestures between himself and Samantha.
”If people still seriously want to doubt us and the fact we do have what it takes to fight?”
Joseph shrugs.
”Well … I guess. That’s a really, really, really stupid mindset to confront either of us - or any of the other Dragons and Maidens, for that matter - with. But apparently, that also seems to be the traditional logic of some people. Standards even, so I’ve heard.”
His eyes roll as Joseph shakes his head once more.
”Anyway … me? Shy? You sure about that, Bullet?”
He smirks upon repeating his words.
”Maybe I used to be, yeah. I will confess, though, you’re right that I’m not one hundred percent sure what I’m doing. I just know I now fight and the second I enter a ring, my body goes on an auto-pilot mode. But every time I question why I bother … I remind myself …”
He squeezes slightly on Samantha’s shoulder.
”Sam isn’t the only woman I’ve let down. My mom … I could have saved her. I literally could have. She wasn’t ill or anything. Just held at gunpoint. I could have reached up. Stopped my dad - maybe even took the chance and accepted the bullet for her.”
He shakes his head weakly from side to side.
”Nothing … that was what I did. Protested at most. But action wise? Nothing. I felt like I was frozen. And by the time my muscles resumed functioning? It was too late.”
Though no tears are falling down Joseph’s face, his voice is shaking slightly.
”Then I met Sam. And for years, we stayed in Florida. Only when she wanted to finally leave Anarchy and become known to the world did she leave the underground fighting world. In time, she found various feds. Started at Elysium and went to HcW on a weekly basis. And it was there --”
Sam shakes her head quickly.
”You don’t have to tell her. I already relayed that part of my career to Bullet.”
” … Oh? Well then … that means she knows what you had to suffer through?”
After seeing Sam reply with an affirmative nod, Joseph grimaced.
”April twenty-fourth was the best and worst day of my life. I finally started a new chapter in my life. I finally took the right steps in becoming a real man. But in the process … I had to leave Sam behind. Around that bastard, Snakebite. And allow her to always be at risk for abduction, rape, maybe even worse. It’s not easy to imagine, but there probably could have been worse.”
Joseph tilts his head up, taking another deep breath. As he looks back down, he feels something cold against his hands. The camera reveals Sam gently pressing a bottle of water against them.
”Please. Thanks.”
The response is mumbled as he takes the container from Samantha with his hands still trembling slightly. He manages to open the bottle without spilling the contents and downs some of the water. After closing the small jug and setting it down beside him, he nods a few times before lifting his head.
After reorganizing his thoughts, he chuckles softly.
”Interesting. Like you pointed out, your career was four matches old when you got the Phoenix Championship. Guess what?”
Joseph points to himself, grinning.
”Me too. More and more, this is feeling like this was all done on purpose. Neither of us have been pinned or submitted. Our significant others are aiming to obtain the Tag Team Titles. Quite a few things people could probably label as controversial. But that’s okay. I’m fine giving Sam a break from controversial bullshit. She’s overdue in not getting a break from a lot of unfortunate circumstances, really. Before meeting you gals and Forge?”
His head moves from side to side.
”I almost never, if ever, saw her smile. Heard her laugh. But nights like the one we all had at that bar? They remind me why I have become Orion. I may not be the best man, nor even the one she deserves. But I’m one of the few that can help her, and thus that she needs.”
Sam rolls her eyes, now finally unable to help but giggle as she playfully punches Joseph’s arm.
”You geek! You actually modified that line from The Dark Knight!”
” … And what’s that make you if you picked up on that?”
Joseph smirks as Sam immediately goes quiet, realizing he caught her and has a point.
”Anyway, no. I’ve been thinking while speaking. This is still a win-win for me. Why? Well .. simple. How long did it take for Sam to finally earn gold here in Mile High? A while. But here’s the real question; how many times did anyone constantly point out she has the body, heart, and even soul of a champion?”
He goes quiet, likely trying to recall the exact number.
”More than enough to relay they were all absolutely right. No one - I repeat - no one is easily, if at all, going to proudly hold that Throwdown Championship as well as she did. Definitely not with as much sincere pride as she possessed. Win or lose, I’ll come out with the same attitude and aspects everyone has seen in Sam; a body, heart, mind, and soul of a future champion. Sometimes it’s the rewards that are prolonged that are more rewarding.”
His grin widens as Joseph swiftly raises his index finger up.
”Simultaneously, Bullet was very much right about me coming at her with everything I’ve got. And I expect nothing less from her. I know she’ll go for a headshot. Or a heart one. I know that because I’ll do the exact same. It’s not gonna be a matter of if one of us finds it. Just when and whom succeeds. While this is not a battle fueled by glory, it will be done with pride. Not only for the Dragons or even the Shieldmaidens … but myself.”
His right arm raises as he runs his hand through his hair, lowering it only to pull both his hands into his bow and arrow pose.
”Nicknames aren’t typically something I’m fond of. But more and more, I’m loving Orion. So thank you, Khary and Caliban. You’ve both given me more than a nickname. I have an even stronger purpose and goal in this new career and life of mine. I will not let any of you down. I’m not about to start now - and the only way I could do that is come with my quiver half-full. Don’t worry, Bullet; I’ll make it so I never run out of arrows somehow. Just like I’m confident you’ll figure a way to reload quickly, I’ll do the same.
“Soon, we’ll finally see which is better - guns or bows. Bullets or arrows. The more modern and very used weapon, or one of the first that so many ancient civilizations have used for centuries? Time will finally tell New Orleans - and the whole world - that answer.”
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Tuesday
August 28, 2018
Twisted Steel Auto
New Orleans, Louisiana
12:11 PM CDT
It had been a long time since she had felt a hangover much less one that could make her question going in for work at Twisted Steel when there was a classic muscle car with her name on it to play with as there was now. As she walks around the room, Alex “Bullet” Carbajal silently thanks God that she and her girlfriend, Jackie “Bandit” Layton had taken their other girlfriend, Angelique “Angel” LeRoux’s advice the previous night and had not stayed out all night trying to drink with their fellow Shieldmaiden, Aoife “Banshee” Maguire. Aoife had only come into the club in the last month, and had only had the name Banshee attached to for a few days courtesy of former, and possibly future once again, wrestler turned Shieldmaiden prospect, Jade.
Angel had quickly surmised that these two things added together with Banshee being from Ireland and the fact that she would want to prove herself to her new sisters, Banshee would attempt to show them all that no one drinks an Irish woman under the table.
It probably had not helped that situation that also with Bullet, Bandit and Banshee on this little excursion were two much physically larger friends, fellow Shieldmaiden Samantha “Titaness” Hamilton and her Chrome Dragon boyfriend, Joseph “Orion” Hunter. The sight of these five people walking into the bar had caused a stir, if for no other reason, there were several hot blondes all together, one short, one tattooed, one six-feet tall…
And then Orion.
Add Bullet to this mix and the people in the bar known as Prey all had found themselves staring at the five people in biker kuttes in awe and probably a few other feelings as well. Bullet nods to herself at the memory of the previous evening, something she would not have had she and bandit not heeded Angel’s advice and gotten themselves home after only a couple of hours out. They’d had a few drinks, danced a little and then quietly slipped from the premises while the Titaness and Orion remained dancing against each other in such a way as to leave no doubt at how their evening was going to end.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Ale!
Bullet turns to see said girlfriend, Bandit, making her way over from the Venom Ink building that also doubled as the Shieldmaidens clubhouse. It had always amazed both of them that the respective presidents of the two motorcycle clubs, the Shieldmaidens and the Chrome Dragons, had managed to build both of their legitimate businesses, the clubhouses and a warehouse for a gym all on the same property so as to hold everything together no matter what anyone’s legal status was.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Jack?
Bandit comes walking up smiling as if she’s discovered some news that will rock everyone’s world.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Did you hear?
Bullet stares at Bandit and can’t decide which is wilder, that there is news to make her look like this or that she let her poker face go on this one. Usually, Bandit was the best poker player any of them knew so this was…
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Hear?
Bandit’s smile intensifies as Bullet stands there looking confused in her still slightly hungover state. Apparently, the previous night’s activities ahd not hit the blonde woman as hard as they had hit her parcera.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Jade!
Now even more confused, Bullet cocks her head warily. Was this going to be truly good news or was this likely to be just as bad as it could be good depending on what point of view you were taking with it?
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: What about her?
Bandit starts to jump up and down like a giddy schoolgirl.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: She might wanna get back in the ring again!
Bullet stares at Bandit, unsure of what to make fo this. Was this true? Was she pulling Bullet’s leg just to mess with her this morning? Was there another shoe to drop? What was going on here?
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Like, active or… ?
Unable to contain herself, Bandit squeals as she nods excitedly.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Yes!!! She tweeted out the question earlier.
Bullet grabs her phone and checks for herself. She quickly marks her answer and then nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: She did.
Bandit nods again, still visibly excited for this development.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You think there’s a chance she’ll come wrestle with us?
Bullet looks at her girlfriend with a mixture of annoyance, shock, curiosity and genuine dumbfoundedness. This was a question she had truly never considered.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I…
Bullet shrugs.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I do not know. It never occurred to me that she was not happy in her retirement. I thought she was enjoying having her ring babies and watching from the sidelines but if she is serious and wishes to engage in battle again, it would be awesome if she did come to battle with us! Another sister to stand with us against those that think we should be gone!
Bandit nods enthusiastically again.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I hope she asks that so we can encourage her! I really hope she does at least come to Good Time. It’d be so awesome to have her there to watch Sam and me fight Mosha dn Ripley and to cheer you and Joseph on!
Bullet finally manages to smile.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: It would, yes, especially since then she could help Sorsh, Eef and Bex watch our backs.
Noding to herself, Bullet srtarst to picture the group with Jade in the middle of it.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Another soldier to stand with us fully. Who would be able to look at us and not at least tremble just a little with her and Sam standing next to each other? Then you throw in the sight of them next to Bex?
She shakes her head while Bandit’s eyes seem to dance with excitement even more.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: The Shieldmaidens would be a true sight to behold!
Bandit nods, a sudden crushing thought starting to dim her smile.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: What if…
The thought almost makes the blonde woman want to cry.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: What if she picks somewhere else?
Bullet shrugs.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Then we support her. We support her no matter where she goes or who she fights. She may only be a prospect but she’s still OUR prospect! She is a sister and we will have her back. Jade is mis llave…
Bandit’s smile returns to its former glory.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: And we do not take keys off our ring.
Bullet nods proudly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: No, we do not. We are Shieldmaidens and we do not die easy…
Bandit nods and the two share a fistbump.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: We just die bloody.
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Tuesday
August 28, 2018
Twisted Steel Auto
New Orleans, Louisiana
8:04 PM CDT
The camera opens upon Alex “Bullet” Carbajal as she paces in her coveralls inside the garage bay she works in at Twisted Steel Auto. Walking about in the back and forth movement that signifies deep uncomfortable thoughts, her hands rubbing together in front of her as she continues to walk, muttering to herself under her breath. She makes three passes, apparently arguing with herself.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Ese caremonda…
She continues, repeating several words, all of them with that same level of vitriol on them as she continues to pace back and forth between oil stains on the floor of the garage bay.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Malparido!
Her eyes flash with rage as she suddenly pauses in the middle of the room, her gaze seemingly frozen on something distant.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I…
Her eyes snap shut, her hands suddenly pressing against each other as if she’s found something horrifically terrifying on them and she can’t seem to get it off no matter how hard she scrubs at it. A second later, she shakes her head forcefully.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Hijueputa!
Her eyes snap right back open, her head shaking back and forth in the negative almost as if she’s on auto pilot on some level.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I swear, the more I hear of Robert Mack…
Slowly she starts to turn towards the camera, her eyes still wide with outrage that appears to be threatening to boil over as she moves.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: No matter what name he is using, I like him less and less and I know we are supposed to feel bad for him for what happened at Throwdown...
Shaking her head, she finally looks directly into the camera and shrugs unapologetically.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: But I just cannot seem to do it. I cannot look at him and feel anything aside from the urge to punch him one more time and I know somebody already beat me to that and that just pisses me off more!
Her rights hand balls into a fist and she bangs it against her open left hand.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: When I think about how we are supposed to feel about our beloved boss and all the different stories I have heard just enough of…
Her fist opens slightly and folds into her other hand as she rubs the two together.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I thought it was strange when I saw what happened to you and when Katrina Mack was starting to talk about just letting you go and now I find myself wishing I could punish the doctors for saving you!
She extends both hands out palm up, her left hand raised slightly over the right as if making a choice between the what the two hands are supposedly holding.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: On the one hand, I am almost happy they did because of what that would have meant to Sam. No matter what, at the end of the day, she still feels something where you are concerned and I would not wish that kind of pain on her. I do not wish to see her upset like that, especially not when she is to watch Jack’s back against two men who obviously do not respect either one of them!
She switches hands, the left lowering while the right raises to reverse the choice being made.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: On the other hand, I look at what you did to her, and by extension, to Joseph and I wish you could feel the torment over and over again until the idea of doing anything remotely like that again makes you physically ill to your stomach and then...
Her hands separate, both index fingers extending for an emphasis-making double point of accusatory indignation.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Maybe...
She nods slightly, the anger and hate still evident on her face.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I would give you my permission to leave this mortal coil…
Her right extends out like she’s absently reaching for something isn’t actually there.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I would feel badly for that depending on how it affected Sam and Katrina, but there would still be a part of me that would feel relief that one more predator out there was silenced!
The right hand balls into a fist and she snaps it back in a modified fist pump.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Joseph, you are not the only one amongst us to have failed somebody you love this year…
She trails off, looking away in shame as if she does not know if she really wants to discuss this publicly like this.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: On some level, you are right, the parallels between us are almost scary. We were both managers earlier this year and we both made the move from the ringside role to one inside the ring. We’ve both made it to a title opportunity in enough matches to only need one hand to count them…
She nods as she turns back to the camera again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And we both had a really awful, life-changing time that started in late April.
Shaking, her right hand balls into a fist again and comes to rest against her open left hand just as it did earlier.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Jack and I rather publicly had a relationship at the time that included another wrestler called Eavan Maloney. Eavan had first taken up with me and then invited Jack into the relationship after she had tried and failed at one with Declan Black and his entire situation. We all but moved in with Eavan in a condo in Las Vegas and I became Eavan’s manager while training with “El Martillo del Diablo” Shonn Maguire in his gym there.
A small smile at sweet memories crosses her face.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Jack started doing Eavan’s business dealings since she was the best of us at the financial paperwork and we all helped each other stay away from too much of the party scene since all three of us had partaken on some level by then. I know Eavan considers herself a full-blown addict but none of the three of us felt that Jack or I were…
She pauses to nod in acknowledgement of a point seemingly dangling in the air here.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Yet…
Swallowing hard, the smile dissipates as quickly as it had arrived.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Though it would have been so easy to become one, especially with my family’s experiences and connections…
She nods with shame and embarrassment.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: For a few months, we were seemingly happy. We had our roles together and, as has been covered several times, Eavan is who named Jack “Bandit” after she watched all of the Smokey & The Bandit moves with us, saw out endless enthusiasm for them and put it together with Jack’s prowess in the casinos.
The small smile returns.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: She called me Stitch because I speak with an accent like the character from Lilo & Stitch and because she said I held the family together…
The smile fades off as her eyes start to moisten.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Like so many fans watching out there, Eavan always looked at me as more than I really was, no matter how bad things had gotten with her when she would have slip and relapse.
Her bottom lip starts to tremble.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Even now, she still calls me Stitch…
Bullet starts to cry slightly and shakes her head to try to ward the deluge off before it really starts.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: May second, Eavan left us early in the morning or late at night, depending on your point of view. We awoke to her being gone and messages that she was not intending to come back because she was in the midst of another…
Looking away, her gaze goes distant and almost vacant, tears now starting to roll down her face.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I took it hard but it is not until now that I realize how hard I took it.
She bites her bottom lip to try and stop it from happening.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Jack obviously took it hard because she had only recently then allowed her walls to go down and managed to say, “I love you.”
Her eyes close as she leans forward to cover her face with her hands.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: She… had… never…
Her hands drop, the tears coming more readily now.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Jack lost herself that night killing the pain with alcohol, cocaine and I do not even know what else. In the middle of it all, Eavan saw and started talking to both of us because I…
She falls to her knees, sobbing profusely.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I... could... not…
Falling to all fours, Bullet lets out a primal scream.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Santo dios! ¡En el nombre de Dios, lo siento! ¡LO SIENTO!
She pounds her first on the floor.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I could not hold the family together then and I cannot now! When Jack needed me the most, it was Eavan who found her, went to her and saved her while I stared at my phone…
Sobbing profusely, Bullet sits up on her knees and tries to pull herself together.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And now it is happening again because of what happened in Pueblo and I do not know what to do!
She shakes her head as she looks back to the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I have tried to hold the Shieldmaidens together as best as I can. Some were obviously unhappy with how I have done this and to them, I say, I’m sorry, mis llaves…
She takes a deep breath and nods to the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Nunca te sacaré de mi llavero!
Swallowing hard, Bullet staggers up off of her knees.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: So now, I come to a match for MY championship, in MY city, against MY brother, and I know on some level, Robert Mack is watching somewhere and hoping we do steal the shoe because it means we probably beat the living shit out of each other and whether he will admit it or not, that is really what he wants. He wants to see us pound each other into puddles of country gravy because he gets off on things like that especially when it is two people he seems to enjoy tormenting the way he does us.
She nods gravely, her determination growing with every word.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: But this is why we fight! This is why we get up off of our knees and prove that he is not God! We have not been crushed by the fists of this man! We are here for our true calling, just as Joseph said we are. We extend each other respect that we get nowhere else and we show the world how to stand up against that which would see us all on our knees, groveling for scraps forever!
Her fist pounds against her chest.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We, the Shieldmaidens and the Chrome Dragons, we refuse to be on our knees for anyone and we will fight until we cannot fight any longer! We fight for ourselves, for our friends, for our family, for everyone sitting in that crowd that feels like those that are supposed to protect and serve them have forsaken and abused them. We are here for all of the disenfranchised, the dissatisfied, the defenseless!
She points to the ground around her.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And that is why Joseph and I will walk that aisle and fight each other as if our lives depend on it! We stand as the beacon for everyone else that this is how it should be. The line is here, they come this far, no farther! Everyone will have a voice with us and we must make it ring out so loud that even a man like Skrabz must sit up and take notice!
She nods forcefully to the camera, the defiance seemingly exploding from her.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: To everyone who doubts, who feels worthless, we say, come to us! Come with us! Give us the tired, the poor, the huddled masses yearning to breathe the free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore! Send them all, all of these, the homeless, the tempest-tossed to us for we lift out lamp beside the golden door! The Shieldmaidens and the Chrome Dragons are for you! Hell is empty and we are here!
She reaches out her hand.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Join us as we show the world that bullets and arrows go together like the greatest combination ever invented! We will give the damndest thing you’ve ever seen!
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