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Post by Admin on Aug 23, 2018 12:47:33 GMT -6
 Mile High Wrestling
♕ Tag Team Championship ♕
Ripley and "The Party Boy" Chris Mosh©
vs The ShieldmaidensRoleplay Limit: 2 Roleplay Deadline: Thursday, August 30, 2018 @ 2AM Central Time |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2018 15:38:07 GMT -6
††† Parental and NSFW Advisory †††
††† Scenes will contain Violence of a graphic nature, Foul Language and Adult Content. †††
††† You've been warned. ††† 25th August, 2018
18:25 PM
Denver, Colorado
Exact Location: Sheraton Denver Downtown Hotel (Room 322) → Anytime Fitness
Status: Off-Camera For the past two days, Sam had barely done much of anything. Eat, sleep, even work out. The news of Katrina seriously considering unplugging Rob had honestly devastated her. What she’d told Bullet was true; there were definitely some choices and actions she hadn’t agreed with. Particularly as of late that involved the Shieldmaidens. But … she couldn’t have it in her to wish for him to die. Least of all like this. Furthermore, she felt like Katrina wasn’t giving Rob more time. It’d barely been a week since the accident. If he’d been out for several months or even closer to a year, at least the reasoning behind her logic made more sense for herself. No, Sam would still definitely not agree with the decision, but she could more easily see why Mrs. Mack would think it was the right call to make. Then again, that was probably one of the many different mindsets of a General Manager versus a wrestler. Either way, none of this was sitting well with her, and aside from Joseph, the only other thing she’d kept close was her phone. By now, Sam was starting to assume the bitch had just gone on and followed through with her words - and refused to tell anyone in the process. The thought made her shake angrily, her tremors slowing a bit as she finally got a new notification from Twitter. From Angel, to be specific. Rob had woken up. Not spoken, but he finally gave Katrina a reason not to unplug him. ”Damn straight you pulled through like I thought. Oh thank god,” she whispered, her head falling against the headboard as she let out several rapid breaths of relief. ”You know, I gotta say - there’s something to be said about the massive amount of irony surrounding you and your funk. I know he wasn’t your rival while in Mile High, but … still. You know he was the same man and all.” Despite his words, Joseph was leaning against the doorframe to their room wearing a grin. ”Finally feeling better? We’ve all been waiting.” That definitely made Sam guiltily frown. Although, to be fair, if that hadn’t worked, she wouldn't have overly blamed him for trying to literally slap sense into her. It really was needed. ”Yeah. Most definitely. Tell Bandit I’m sorry and I’ll be over soon.” ” … What? Not gonna let me watch you get dressed?” ”If I do that, then I’ll be even more late. You know why.” A sly smirk spread over Joseph’s face. ”I know. That was a test to make sure you’re really feeling better. Answer’s a definite yes. See ya soon, sweetie.” Sweetie? Sam internally repeated, blinking a few times as Joseph left. That was … new. Huh. A quick change and fifteen minute drive over would guide Sam and Joseph to a nearby Anytime Fitness gym. Between being not overly crowded and rather easy to spot, she was able to find Bandit with little troubles. ”Hey. Thanks for being patient and everything …” Bandit smiles. “Oh good, I think Ale was waiting to hear I’d caused a problem by talking politics with ignorant tightass locals.” Bandit just starts laughing. “Being patient with each other kinda comes with the territory.” Now that Sam is much more upclose, she chuckles upon noting something. ”This is gonna an interesting tag match. I originally thought Bullet may have been paired with you, but I get why not. She’s defending the Phoenix Belt against Joseph, so she’s already busy. By default, I was the only real choice.” In case it isn’t obvious what’s caught her attention, she rests one of her arms atop Bandit’s left shoulder. ”And both Ripley and Mosh are taller than me. So we’re gonna have to figure some things for when you’re in the ring alone or together with me out. Though you probably figured that out ahead of time, so … got any ideas on how to execute said thoughts?” “To be perfectly honest, we thought that was gonna happen when we first got here and then it wasn’t and nobody ever told us why so we just kind, ya know, went with it. As for the size thing…”Bandit shrugs. “That kind of happens with everyone with me. I think Sorsh is the only I’m taller than. I’m used to being the short girl in the room especially when I look like a munchkin next to you to begin with.”Samantha pauses, purposely choosing her words so they come out in a sincere manner rather than risking sounding like a smart-ass. ”Size doesn’t mean shit anyway. Widow handled herself pretty well against The Master even before you all came out. So the better thing to think about, then … what kinda fighting style do you use? I haven’t seen you in the ring much, so .. double checking while we have time before the Pay-Per-View.” Bandit shrugs again. “I run a lot, I jump. I guess you’d call me a high flyer. I mean, I’ve only had four matches, five if you count the house show. I had the group match, the tag titles match, one with Azurine Vebbins and then one with that Dustwalker guy.”Sam nods. ”Granted, we could make this work somehow even if we both were strikers. But I’m sorta glad you’re more of a high flyer. Diversity really helps out from what I’ve been seeing as of late. I didn’t do tag matches before Mile High, so this is also kinda new for me as well.” Well … more like she hadn’t been in any she actually enjoyed. There had been some from a few other organizations. But The Titaness quickly dismissed those flashbacks, focusing on the here and now. Samantha tries to replay their ‘surprise visit’ in her head from a few days ago .. but realizes no aerial moves were used. ”Hmmm. I’m basically trying to figure a way to set tag attacks up. Not as easy to do just by visually imagining it like I originally thought. I think we may need an extra person to help figure this better out.” Bandit nods quickly. “Who are we talking about? Ale? Joseph? Somebody else?””Probably Joseph. He’s here - just doing a solo workout for himself. But I doubt he’d mind coming over. Besides, he’s gone against Mosh alone. Mostly, anyway - not like Lexi did much overly impressive. So he can probably given insight on what to maybe expect.” After sending a quick ‘get over to this area of the gym’ text to Joseph, Orion comes into view, wiping a few lingering beads of sweat off his forehead. ”Sam, you’re in a gym, not a mall. You remember that, yes?” Sam snickers, rolling her eyes. ”Of course I do. We’ve been strategizing, not doing pure girl talk if that’s what you’re worried about. Now come on.” Having used a public gym more than enough times to go through with the following idea, she guides Bandit and Joseph to an unused wrestling ring. Sam stands in front of Joseph, glancing him up and down before looking over to Bandit. ”Some sort of a lift set up is the easiest scenario I’m thinking of ..” ”What’s this for exactly now?” ”Helping us figure tag attacks out. Not only do you have experience with our opponents, you’re close to their height, so … you’re it.” Bandit grins. “We’ll call Ale and pick her brain on fighting Mosh later too since I think she’s gotten in the ring with him before. I remember her calling him a pelota a couple of times.” ”Yeah, I believe that. He sets himself up for that sorta shit.” With little warning in any form or fashion, Sam hoists Joseph up as if she were going to slam him down with a Powerbomb. However, she keeps him held up, not yet letting him land on the mat. ”Think this could work for you somehow, Bandit?” Bandit rushes to the corner, climbs the turnbuckles and jumps off into a missile dropkick to his back. As Bandit jumps off, Sam lets go and smirks rather proudly. ”That definitely works. With this, a pin could be done afterwards.” ”Fuck!” Joseph hissed through gritted teeth, panting a bit from the kick his back got. ”Well, it’s not supposed to feel good. And hell, if it really does hurt? That means we’re doing our job.” Her hands go on her hips. ”Powerbomb is one lift I have … hmmm.” As an idea comes to her head, she does give a warning. Less out of pity and more out of necessity. ”Don’t panic and take some breaths. You’re gonna need them.” That’s all Joseph gets before Sam leans down and lifts Joseph up with a chokeslam - a half-finished one, anyway. She keeps him held up, but, like with the Powerbomb, doesn’t throw him down onto the mat yet. Wasting no time, Bandit races passed them, rebounds off the ropes and comes running in with a high knee strike to Joseph’s face. Sure enough, Joseph’s instincts kick in as he throws kicks against Samantha’s body. She grimaces, keeping the hold intact while accepting his attacks. Just like before, she waits for Bandit to leap off before letting go. Something in between a yelp and groan passes Joseph’s lips as he shuts his eyes, at least managing to keep his sight from getting damaged. Sam now releases her lover, resulting in Joseph falling onto his back. ”Goddamn, you two …” he mutters in between coughs and gasps. ”Okay .. okay. If I’m gonna keep helping you with these sorts of moves, I’m gonna need more than twenty seconds to recover.””Thank you. Love you too.” ”I won’t deny,” Joseph confesses, slowly moving his hand away from his eyes, ”It is nice seeing you in a much better mood. Even if at my expense.”Sam raises an eyebrow slightly, but feels her own grin widening. Interesting. If she’d done this months ago, he definitely wouldn’t have accepted assisting Sam like this easily. Probably not at all. ”Well, I’ll be more officially damned. You really are growing up finally. Nice. Very nice. Okay. One more minute enough?” After seeing him offer an affirmative nod, Sam added. ”Okay. Stand up when you’re ready to resume.” Bandit shakes her head, snickering just a little bit. “Ale is either gonna die laughing or scream bloody murder at me for us kicking your ass heading towards your match against each other. Thanks for taking it like a champ, Orion. Definitely happy hunting for us.””I’ll admit, I have no idea how quick of a healer I am compared to Sam. I should be fine enough, though, that when Good Time arrives, I’ll be ready to bite a few bullets and try to defeat Alex.”Sam crosses her arms curiously at the thought. ”And I’m gonna take my turn to not lie … if you succeed where I failed, I may be just a tad jealous. But I’ll still be proud all the same. Besides, I’ll definitely have my own gold from Mile High in my possession.”Her choice of words hinted she didn’t really accept the most recent ‘loss’ easily. Probably never would, in fact - and for a very fair reason. As far as The Titaness was concerned, Wavy’s wife should be holding the Throwdown Championship, not Azurine. Only after she sees Joseph get back up does her mind return back to the present time. ”Good. Okay, so these next few may be a bit more technical and difficult for Bandit to find something decent to use. But one you’re very familiar with …” The two would continue training over the course of the next few hours, leaving with the two women sweating from a damn good workout. And while all were sore, Joseph was easily the worst in that regard. Even had a few bruises starting to form; but at least it wasn’t anything that couldn’t be healed up quick enough, nor anything too dire.
26th August, 2018
10:53 AM
New Orleans, Louisiana
Exact Location: Shieldmaiden Clubhouse
Status: On-Camera ”Consider last week a prologue of sorts for you two losing those belts. I was damn serious when I told Azurine that no matter what came from my fight with her, there is nothing either of you can do to stop us from reclaiming what belonged to the Shieldmaidens in the first place.” The camera pans in on Sam sitting on a couch, casually dressed and leaning forward slightly. ”I never got around to this point from our last fight, Ripley. And while it may not necessarily matter, I feel like some clarification, at least would be appreciated. Here’s the thing about that house show that truly made it as controversial as I viewed it.” The Titaness pauses, allowing him to try to take a guess from behind his screen, before speaking. ”Only the Tag Titles were put on the line. If all of them had been at risk for exchanging hands? Perhaps it’d feel a bit more even despite still being incredibly abrupt. But as it was? Hmmm, yeah. That still didn’t sit well with me. Actually, it especially didn’t with those being the circumstances for the house show. And even if Widow had supposedly quit? There were just better ways to go about the whole process.
“Unfortunately for both you and Mosh … I’m still not over my frustrations from last week. I don’t care that I lost. It’s more that the person now holding my title doesn’t intend to proudly keep hold of that. She thinks some sort of ‘belt exchange’ exists within Mile High Wrestling, and is perfectly fine with letting whoever the fuck wants the ThrowDown Championship to just take it. So … you’ve been selected as the next people for me to take my aggressions out on.” “Sounds like fun to me… I’ve been waiting for this one just a smidge, as one might imagine.” The camera zooms out far enough to reveal Bandit beside Sam. The Titaness remains quiet for a few moments before continuing. ”I’ll admit that, yes, I wasn’t originally a Shieldmaiden when they earned these titles. But now that I am? I’ll gladly take up my role and do what I can to help out. If I had to be completely sincere? I wasn’t even expecting to be chosen for this sorta fight. I was fully figuring something including the Throwdown Title would be included.
“And yet … I’m actually glad I’m not. Changes are inevitable in life, proven by the rulings Angel gave about my title. Changes also tend to be necessary, some more than others. And unfortunately, you two were chosen to be one of those alterations. On the most technical of notes, I’ve beaten you both before at least once. Mosh from the Over-The-Top-Rope Elimination match and Ripley from our one-on-one battle. If you two thought I was tough back then?” Her head shakes. ”That’s nothing. And I’ll say this right fucking now to you, Mosh. If you really try coming at me with the same attitude you gave Joseph?”A scoff mingles in with a snicker before Samantha resumes. ”You’re just gonna make it all the more easier for me to beat you down. And this time, we’re gonna meet in a more organized and far less chaotic match. I don’t intend to give any excuses, and I certainly don’t wanna hear any from either of you as well. You both know and have seen how serious I am, particularly when it comes to this industry. There really are few new things I could say to either of you that hasn’t been spoken already.” The Titaness stops, thinking on whether that last line was true enough or not before nodding. ”I hope to hear back from at least one, if not both, of you soon. To quote a particular song I’ve been listening to a lot, men are indeed great fighters. But women - especially when they have a goal or something they really want from said encounter - are even greater fighters. You’ll find that out come Good Time. Until then, keep those belts nice and ready for when we reclaim them." The camera lingers on the scenery and two Shieldmaidens before flickering and completely shutting off. |
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Post by Bandit on Aug 28, 2018 17:33:51 GMT -6
Off-Camera
Jackie “Bandit” Layton sits at her desk inside Venom Ink going over paperwork for the various leads she’d been fed by various Shieldmaidens, headhunters, real estate brokers and other assorted friends, acquaintances, associates and even random guys she’d bumped into on the street. Several of her sister Maidens, Aoife “Banshee” Maguire, her elder sister, “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire, and “Psycho Sorsha’s” fiancée, Becca “Bruiser” Rogers, had all suggested a particular coffee shop they had discovered the first time they had flown in. Banshee had continued going there even after Psycho and Bruiser had gone back to Asheville to Bruiser’s dayjob as a trainer at the Hybrid Wrestling Combat School and they had all said the same thing, that the old man running the place was only keeping it going in memory of his late wife and that if he could find a buyer, he’d sell in a heartbeat.
Another recommendation for a business to check out had come from the club’s IT members, the twins Tanya and Danya Christensen, lovingly known as “Crash” N’ “Burn,” had seen a couple of buildings while on their way a computer software place that was having a firesale of sorts that they had wanted to get in on. The buildings in question were older and in need of some repair but the twins had sworn they were crying out for something and bandit ahd heard others speak of them with loving admiration for certain business that had used to call those buildings home.
As Bandit started to look over another suggestion, this one from a member of the Chrome Dragons called Caliban Peltier, was for a bar that had changed names five times in four years due to ever-changing management. Caliban was sure it was ripe for a takeover because it was near the bakeshop he worked at and he could see the sheer amount of foot traffic involved and thought the establishment’s problems were more a case of mismanagement that bordered on incompetence than anything else.
Bandit had heard all of these arguments for places before and so was looking into them as part of her consultancy for Venom Ink and Twisted Steel Auto as well as the Shieldmaidens and Chrome Dragons Motorcycle Clubs. As she does this, a slight knock on the door called her attention to a small black woman with a mop of curly black hair to set off her light caramel features underneath the white blouse she was wearing with her khaki trousers. Bandit smirks, looking at the two of them being dressed nearly identically.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Tibs?
Jocelyn “Tibs” Thibault, the Shieldmaidens Club Treasurer and more or less accountant, always worked closely with Bandit on these types of deals so seeing her standing there wasn’t unusual even if the look on her face was.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: Hi.
Bandit can’t help but frown in both confusion and concern at the look of unhappy uncertainty on Tibs’ face. It was true that the last three weeks hadn’t exactly been a wonderful time in this building after what had happened in Mile High Wrestling since Venom Ink also housed the Shieldmaidens clubhouse in its upper level. Anger had crossed over in certain arenas even after it had been promised that would not happen and while it was understandable on some level, it was still worrisome any time the anger raised its ugly head.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Something wrong?
Tibs shrugs sadly, looking almost as if she is expecting to be screamed at or possibly even slapped for what she is about to say. She nods quickly to the stack of papers in her hand and moves over to sit them on Bandit’s desk.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: I need you to sign some paperwork. Couple of things to do with us paying you back and all.
Bandit frowns harder as she looks at the papers, picking up the first one to give it a quick scan just to see what this was all about.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I thought we’d taken care of that already, we still need more?
Tibs starts to nod apologetically, knowing full well what this will both sound and look like to most everyone else if they heard this conversation. Tibs sucks in a deep breath, hoping she can find both the words and tone of voice to keep this from getting too heated.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: I know we all talked about the paper trail but this one we need to do to make sure the IRS isn’t up our asses inside of a month.
Taken aback by Tibs’ words, Bandit stares at her, her own eyes narrowing skeptically. She turns back to the papers and starts reading them much more closely, paying attention to every detail as if her entire life depends on making sure every single character is absolutely perfect.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: This doesn’t include the club, does it? I know we don’t want anything official there so, this is just for Venom Ink, right? The official part of the consultancy stuff?
As Bandit looks up, Tibs stares as if searching her mind for the right words to put together here. This was as unusual for Tibs as the look on her face when she walked in had been as Tibs was normally not at a loss for anything when it came to describing money situations, especially not with Bandit. After a few seconds of near-stammering, Tibs seemingly pulls herself together enough to find something to say.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: That and the scouting jobs. I think we’re about to officially pay you for four of them. I know I have stubbs to process for four or five more and we’ll get to those once we have all of this squared away.
Bandit nods and returns to the papers before her, paying special attention to the ones with contractual language in them.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You know I’m going to have to have the lawyers look at this, is that what the problem is? You were told to come in here and get this done as fast as possible knowing there’s no way I’d blindly sign these?
Tibs grits her teeth and nods slowly, almost timidly, like a child caught being naughty with no hope of an out for the offense in question. Bandit smiles reassuringly, trying to let her off the hook.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Don’t worry, Jossy, I’ve got a scanner here, we can send these over to the lawyers and have this taken care of pronto. He never takes long to get back to me, especially if I let him know something important is coming and since this would be a priority push… yes?
Tibs nods and Bandit nods in return.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: It’s alright, Tibs, we can call him as we’re scanning it into the system. It’ll be back here before anything bad can happen. Hell, you can wait here and shoot the shit with me about some of these opportunities I’m supposed to be checking out before I go off to train with Sam for the tag title match. Deal?
Tibs finally seems to relax and brighten up a little, nodding with relief. Bandit nods and quickly picks up her office phone. She dials the number and quickly gets her lawyer, Mr. Marshall K. Winchester, III, who, along with his partner, J. Augustus Richardson, III, ran a firm known as the Smith Firm, due to its late founder, Jacob Anthony Smith, who had hired both men and whose daughters they had both married.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Yeah, this is gonna be a turnaround job. Think we can get it quick?
She pauses, smirking at the lawyer’s reaction.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You know what I mean, relatively…
Nodding, she listens as the man explains what it will take and how this is gonna go and then rolls her eyes as if this is a speech she’s heard him give a million times before.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I know all that, I’m just saying I really need this to not take three weeks, ok? We’ve got a fish biting on the line and we need to be able to reel him in before he realizes there’s a hook in his mouth.
The smile on her face broadens at the lawyer’s answer.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You’re a peach, Marshall, thank you!
The call ends and she shakes her head, almost laughing at the whole thing.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: He has to try and mansplain stuff to me every damn time! It’s hilarious that he thinks he still needs to buy time every readthrough. He should know by now, I know how long he really needs and I know how much he likes to procrastinate.
Tibs can’t help but snicker slightly as well while Bandit turns back to her own set of papers with her notes on each building listed next to them.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: So, anything interesting?
Bandit shrugs, tapping the first one her list.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: The coffee shop isn’t bad, though I think the old man is gonna try and hold up any potential buyers for way more money that it’s worth out of sentimentality. The place was his wife’s dream and she only got to have it for about six months before cancer took her.
Tibs’ smile fades, her mouth falling open.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: Wow…
Bandit nods quickly, knowingly.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Reminds me of the whole MIle High situation in that it WAS the club’s dream come true. It’s in our hometown, we were coming in with all the gold save the big one and we were getting a shot at that one too. This was OUR show. Like, you’d almost think it was made here because of us and then…
She pauses, nodding in acknowledgement.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Pueblo happened.
Tibs nods sadly.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: Nothing’s been the same since, has it?
Bandit shrugs sadly.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: When Mama is mad, is anything the same as it was before until she’s not mad anymore?
Tibs ponders this for a second and then shakes her head.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: No, I guess not.
They both nod to each other and to themselves, going silent for a few minutes as they wait for a device to chime and say something else is going on to change the subject. After a few minutes, Tibs finally can’t take it anymore.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: How long do you think it’ll be?
Bandit shrugs.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You mean Marshall or Mama?
Tibs can’t help but grin sheepishly.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: Both?
Bandit grins and nods to the door.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Mama, there’s no telling. She could be fine by tonight, she could take a while. This one hurt, Tibs. It hurt bad and there’s no way to really speed up the healing on it. She got punched in the fucking muff cabbage. There really is no genteel way of…
She nods knowingly, hoping that Tibs will cotton on and Tibs nods back, equally knowing in her countenance.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: And Marshall?
Bandit shrugs, the playful grin returning with gusto.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: If he’s not done in the next twenty minutes, I’ll call him again and threaten to send our Sergeant-At-Arms over for a visit. I guarantee you, he will suddenly find the motivation to be done before I hang up the phone that time.
Tibs can’t help but laugh at the thought of that coming to pass.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: She does have a certain way about her, doesn’t she?
Bandit nods just as her computer chirps at her. She glances over and clicks on the spinning icon smiling back at her.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Speak of the devil, he got off his ass.
She looks over to Tibs and nods gleefully.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: He must have had ESP and known what was coming if he didn’t.
Tibs laughs and Bandit nods as she reads his notes o the papers he’s read.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Ok, here we go.
She signs up the papers and hands them over to Tibs.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: There we go…
Tibs smiles and then hugs Bandit.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: Thank you, Jackie.
Bandit hugs her back.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You’re welcome, Jossy.
Tibs takes her leave, heading for her own office while Bandit turns her laptop off and heads out the door for a workout.
On-Camera
The camera opens upon Bandit standing in the Shieldmaidens’ Warehouse Gym, Alex “Bullet” Carbajal, “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire, Aoife “Banshee” Maguire, Becca “Bruiser” Rogers and Samantha “Titaness” Hamilton all standing together under the black banner with the white Shieldmaidens’ logo lettering on it hanging high up on the wall near the front door of the place. All six are dressed in nearly the same ensemble of plain white t-shirt and blue jeans with their black leather Shieldmaiden kuttes over the shirts.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: New Orleans…
A slight smile comes across her face as she starts to think of the situation the Shieldmaidens find themselves in for the coming Mile High Wrestling pay-per-view event, Good Time.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: For once we don’t have to fly all the way to Colorado to get in the ring. Good Time, the ring comes to us and…
Trailing off, the smile starts to fade off, the others behidn her remaining as stone faced as when she started.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You know…
She glances down to the floor and shakes her head while exhaling heavily. She starts to nod to herself and then looks up to the camera.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I wanted to be happy about this. I wanted so badly to be all giggly and sparkly and just pleased as fucking punch that we were gonna be the hometown heroes defending our turf against foreign invaders from the west. When they announced this was gonna be where Good Time was gonna come to the world from the Smoothie King Center, it sounded like the greatest thing ever and was showing that we, the Shieldmaidens, had arrived because we were gonna run this damn show!
Looking down and to the right, Bandit bites her lip and then licks her teeth as if trying to hold back a deluge of some sort.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Now, obviously that went away only a week or two later and starting with the first…
She grits her teeth and almost spits out the next words.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: And rather suspiciously, so far, ONLY MIle High house show…
Pausing again, she moves her gaze to the center of the floor and then looks up into the camera.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I’d say you have to forgive me because I’m just a little irritated right now but it’s actually kind of par for the course this last month or so. I’m getting used to it and I really shouldn’t be and I know this is when everybody asks, “Jesus, what crawled up her ass this morning?”
Staring into the camera, her expression turns incredulous.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: How about that I’m in a title match at Good Time and I haven’t even been booked since July!
Her hand shoots up, four fingers extended.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: How about that there have been four, count them FOUR, Thursday Night Throwdowns, and do you know how many of those I have been on?
Her hand drops down, three fingers golding in so she can point accusingly into the camera, her index finger almost stabbing the air in front of her.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: If you said zero, congratulations, you are NOT a dribbling retard and no, I’m not apologizing for using that word because fuck you!
Her hand drops out of the shot completely.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Chris Mosh has gotten almost as many bookings in the last month as I have total and why does he keep getting opportunities when all he does is sit on his ass somewhere getting drunk and God knows whatever else and playacting like he actually gives a good goddamn about wrestling?
She nods demandingly.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I’d ask Robert Mack to explain to me why I can walk the halls of Mile High Wrestling, say I’ve shown up to every show since I got signed ready to compete, even shown up to one that I was only told about on about eighteen hours notice and had to drive an extra two hours out of my way to get to just so you could fuck me over and then have the balls to tell me, “Hey, don’t worry, it’s a house show so it doesn’t really count on your record.”
She takes a step back, shocked anger registering in every fiber of her being.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Well, if it doesn’t really count then why are Chris Mosh and Ripley wearing MY fucking Mile High Tag Team Championship belts?
She stabs her finger accusingly at the camera again.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: If it doesn’t count, why do they get to say they’re champions when it should be us?
She indicates her Shieldmaiden sisters behind her and then stabs her finger at the camera again.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: If it doesn’t count then the only match they ever had as a team, was against the Shieldmaidens and they got their asses handed to them by Widow and Ale and don’t deserve to call themselves a goddamn thing when it comes to us!
Her arms shoot out to her sides in exasperation.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You wanted to get rid of Widow when you got rid of RJ for no reason, fine, but what you did…
She trails off again, her arms dropping as the anger starts to overcome her.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: And I don’t care if you can hear me or not in whatever state you’re supposedly in right now, Clown Boy, what you did to me was bullshit! From everything you’ve said since that incident, I did nothing to deserve any kind of punishment or reprimand and yet it’s like I’ve been suspended for four shows and got stripped of my championship standing and even had a little asterisk put next to my unblemished record because I happened to be standing next to somebody you decided you needed to whip out that tiny thing you like to jack yourself off with and spray all over!
Her finger stabs at the camera once again, this time with even more anger behidn it.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You wanted her gone and she’s gone, fine, but there were others standing here with me.
She turns and indicates her fellow Shieldmaidens all over again.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You could have just picked one and said we had to fight to keep the championships in the fold. You could have held them up and told me to find a new partner and you know, you KNOW, I would have done whatever you said I had to, jumped through whatever hoops, grabbed whatever metal ring I needed to to stay where I was!
Her head cocks to the right as fire seemingly starts to dance in her eyes.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Instead, you piss in my mouth and then have the audacity and unmitigated gall to ask me if it tastes alright?
She looks off to the right, shaking her head slightly as if she can’t believe this is happening.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: And if all of that wasn’t enough to make me be irritated that I have to go into this match in my home arena as the challenger instead of the champion I earned the right to be, I look to see it’s Team Half-Ass, Part Timer and Barely Cares, that gets to come in and say, “Golly gee wilikers, y’all, we done found these here belts in Pueblo and nobody else was around so we done picked them up and called ourselves champs!”
She looks down, sighs heavily and then glares into the camera.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You two are a disgrace to those championships that I worked so hard to get and then got both fucked out of and then held away from! I’m happy to hear that at least Ripley is gonna try and do right by them now but Mosh…
Her teeth grind as the name seemingly sticks in her craw.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I’ve heard beer farts last longer than your last match and that had nothing to do with your opponent being a dominant bad ass! That was you going through life like you always seem to do, acting like all you have to do is live that line from Animal House about being fat, drunk and stupid and somehow that’ll mean everybody will love and adore you and good things will come your way. Well listen here, more in-shape Flounder, you have ahd the opportunity to show the world who you can be three times on Thursday Night Thrwdown, twice since stealing my belt and all you’ve done is kiss ass on the boss’s wife, get punked by Joseph Hunter and then embarrass yourself against the Calfiornia Princess! You are not a champion and you damn sure aren’t doing anything to make those belts mean something! You got handed a gift and so far all you’ve done is wipe your ass with it and call it greatness!
She licks her bottom lip as she glares over the camera.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: And then your partner tweets at you… in what I would call the single greatest insult yet…
She stares at something in the distance and seemingly can’t believe everything all over again.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: He says you need to get together to work on your team…
Pausing to let everything percolate, she shakes her head slightly, her eyes seemingly glued to that spot in the distance over the camera.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: And you say… Wednesday morning…
Her gaze slowly falls back to the camera, anger boiling up inside her all over again.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: First off, fuck you very much Mister Ripley for telling the world that not only does Pueblo mean I got fucked in the ass without lube or permission but I got fucked for a team that doesn’t even know how to be a team yet!
Her sucks in her breath as if there is about to be hurricane of outrage flying out at them.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: And you, Party Boy…
She nods pointedly.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You are gonna stand there like drooling toddler in your hangover and be all, “Whatever, Bro, I ain’t even gotta train but five minutes the day before and we got this. Party down!!!”
Her fist comes up and rests on her chest.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I trained non-stop for months to make sure that when I stepped in that ring no one would EVER look at me and say, “She doesn’t belong here.” I’ve been rewarded for all that work with four chances to show that in the ring for Mile High and I made good on every single one of them only to be called to Pueblo and have all of that work get shit on so you could have an extra cocktail and say, “Look Ma, all that no work really paid off!”
Her fist shoots out, her index finger extending to point accusingly all over again.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: How DARE you call yourself anything other than a professional, weapons grade fuck up! Sam and I are going to come down to that arena and we are gonna beat the don’t give a fuck out of you and then we’re gonna beat you for wasting everybody’s precious air until we take back what is our and start putting the shine back on those belts that you have done nothing but desecrate since you picked them up.
Shaking in rage, her hand drops to her side.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: The Shieldmaidens are here and we’re gonna make you eat that attitude!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2018 16:59:05 GMT -6
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††† Scenes will contain Violence of a graphic nature, Foul Language and Adult Content. †††
††† You've been warned. ††† 27th August, 2018
19:14 PM
New Orleans, Louisiana
Exact Location: Shieldmaiden Clubhouse → Prey
Status: Off-Camera The tension within the Maiden’s clubhouse hadn’t gone unnoticed. And now, it was to a degree that was more stupid than anything else. Widow had been out with Noah and RJ? Well ...she was still giving most of everyone the ‘cold shoulder’ approach. Not that Sam didn’t understand her frustrations. But it felt like this was going on for way too long now. The Titaness had been in her and Joseph’s shared room, having recently finished a shower and stared at her clothes for the past three or so minutes contemplating what to get into. Hell, should she even get dressed? It was certainly tempting to just spend the rest of the day in bed with Joseph. And it definitely wasn’t an unpleasant thought. But … no. Something was bothering her. She needed to get out and about. Just as importantly, the others needed to let loose a bit. Most more than her, in fact. After finally deciding what she wanted, Sam got clad in an all-black outfit plus her cut, she gave a whistle. ”Hm?” Joseph answered, having been ready in his own outfit and waiting to hear what was on Sam’s mind for quite some time now. ”Join me downstairs. I think at least you, if not some of the others, will like this idea.”And before Joseph could inquire, the Titaness was going down the stairs at a faster-than-expected pace. That made him raise an eyebrow. Whenever she went fast, she was typically excited. She’d definitely succeeded in grabbing his curiosity, because after spraying himself down with a bit of Axe, he followed behind her. Sam would finally find Bullet, Bandit and Banshee in the common room of the clubhouse. Another whistle, this time to gather everyone else’s attention, before Samantha looked over at everyone else. ”We all need to get out. It’s been painfully clear. So … why not have our own ‘good time’ before the promo in question?” In case it wasn’t painfully obvious what she had in mind, she elaborated on her idea, wearing a sly grin all the while. ”I haven’t been able to do this as much as I’ve wanted anyway, so why not? Drinking, clubbing, shit like that. This tense atmosphere isn’t gonna do any of us any good. Anyone else want in?” Before anyone can answer, Bullet turns to Bandit and raises her right hand, her index finger extended in an almost accusatory manner. “Now, Jack, before you get all excited, remember…”Bandit nods, cutting her girlfriend off as only she can get away with. “I know, I know, we’re not gonna do anything like Mom. I’m cool to just drink, no sense in trying to get any of us in any deeper trouble with things.”Banshee frowns in total confusion. “Bae there sumting we bae naidin’ tae know, here, Lass?”Bandit shakes her head. “I’ll be fine, honestly!”Sam also raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t pry on the matter. Every other Maiden and Dragon had been honest with one another, so The Titaness had never really needed to question if they were being honest with her and Joseph or not. ”Alright, so before moving out, a few more questions. Any of the other Dragons or people you may know who’d want in also? And two, anyone know a decent place to go to? Closer’s better, but I’m sure something can be figured out if we need to use some sort of transportation to get there instead of walking over.” “There’s a place called Prey around the corner. It looks like a barn from the outside…”Bandit smirks. “A rundown, falling apart one at that!”Bullet nods in acknowledgement. “Yes, but that is intentional. Inside, it is great place. Nice bar on the left, usually live bands playing on the stage, tables all over in case you do not wish to be stuck at the bar when frat boys enter.”Sam claps her hands together, her smirk having expanded further across her face upon hearing these details. ”Then lest we’re waiting for anyone else to get ready or make some last second wardrobe changes, let’s go! Sounds good to me!” Joseph starts to open his mouth as the thought of telling Sam to be cautious on how many drinks she consumes, but decides against it. He - as well as the others - can hear she’s not really intending on holding back tonight. Instead, a sigh merely echoes inside his head as he moves forward with his own grin and wraps an arm around Samantha’s waist, ready to walk alongside her to this ‘Prey’ bar. ”Actually, now that I think about it, didn’t one of you buy the bar Candi originally tried to purchase in Denver? Should we name that one ‘Predator’? Or at least make use of it somehow?”While he was sober and having a half-decent idea, why not put it down on the proverbial table? Bandit nods. “That place IS a gold mine! It was the one major place I’ve seen so far that I said, “We need to jump on this one!”Bullet smirks. “Predator & Prey… ¡Qué chimba!”” … Huh. That actually is really fucking smart, Joseph. I’m impressed.” Joseph rolls his eyes. ”I don’t have that many dumb blonde moments. Don’t talk like that’s the case.” The Titaness merely chuckles lowly, before shaking her head towards the others. ”Ya’ll are crazy if you think or expect me to lead the way. I don’t know which corner it’s at so one of you can lead. But I promise by the end of tonight, I’ll make sure to remember where to go on my own. May end up visiting again, depending how fun this turns out.” As Bullet starts to lead the way, Banshee holds up a cautionary hand. “Bae ye two surein’ ye wanna do tis when ye have tae bae fightin’ each utter in two days’ time?”Bullet smirks, almost laughing. “Do we look like Klingons to you, Eef? “Thou shalt not drink with thine enemy!”Bandit almost laughs as well. “First, he’s not an enemy. Second, even if he was, that doesn’t mean he can’t pay to get us all drunk tonight. Eve of battle is always a good time to get jincho!”Banshee nods, conceding the point and everyone else nods their agreement. After allowing Bullet to take the first steps out of the clubhouse with Bandit and Banshee right behind her, Sam and Joseph walk closeby behind their comrades. A quick fifteen minute walk later, the group arrives, Sam and Joseph both marveling that the outside DOES actually look like a crumbling barn. The fivesome walks inside and head to the bar where a latina with tattoos all over her arms, long dark hair and glasses stands waiting to serve. “¿Quiubo, Parce?“The bartender, Carrie Winter, nods, smiling from ear to ear. “HEY!!! How are you guys doin’? Whatcha havin’ tonight?”Joseph blinks as Banshee teases about him being an enemy. But the real curiosity that enters his head comes when Bullet implies he’s paying for this trip. ” … Wait, all of it? Maybe we should figure that out. I mean, I can, but … I’m not used to handling more than just Sam and my own drinks.””Welcome to being a real man, Joseph. Have fun!” Indeed, the contrast between the exterior and interior made the newer Shieldmaiden and Chrome Dragon stare at the place, clearly impressed and admiring the bar. If they really went through with Predator … would mimicking this sorta idea be a good one? It was definitely something to keep in mind. Following the others, the two would take a seat at the bar, Sam grinning mischievously. ”Whatever’s your best and strongest for me. Don’t hold any punches back from me. And then, whatever the others want.” Joseph shakes his head, hearing Sam rather hastily ordering for herself. Admittedly, he’d been a bit hesitant to accompany her upon hearing this idea. Now? It was obviously a smart move for him to have went with the others. She’d likely need much more than a cold shower to help her out when this night ended. ”Excuse my ignorance, but what do you have anyway? We’ve never been here before,” he admits, nodding to himself and Sam. Granted, if Carrie was like most other bartenders, she likely knew that from the moment they walked in. Carrie grins at them. “If I know your friends here, you won’t be paying for a thing, Sonny Boy. Jack almost always covers the tab. So…She starts pointing down the line, first Banshee, then Bandit, Bullet, Sam and finally Joseph. “Usual… Jameson’s, Johnnie Walker Black, Jack Daniel’s, Thompsons… and then we got us an undecided. Well, what are you in the mood for? Beer, whiskey, mixed? We have quite the selection.”She quickly slides over a list to him that looks like it hasn’t been used in a while. As Joseph catches the menu, he lets out a low whistle. Dear god, that was a long-ass menu. Must be really well-stocked. Damn … As his eyes scanned a particular name, he chuckled. It felt ironic somehow. He couldn’t really pinpoint the exacts, but it felt like the right decision. ”Why not, I suppose? Give me a hurricane.” Leaning over, Sam glanced at the menu and then up to Joseph, taking her own turn to laugh. ”You gonna be able to handle that?””Yeah! I’m not nearly as much of a lightweight compared to when I first met you. And by then? I wasn’t even twenty-one. I lied about my age to get into Anarchy.”Samantha’s eyes widen as she realizes this. Clearly, the math hadn’t clicked to her as she playfully punches his shoulder. ”So you can cause trouble! By God, there’s hope for you yet! You need to tell me the details about that one of these days then! Right now, we’re here for fun. I can wait a bit longer.” Carrie nods and in no time at all there are five glasses on the bar, each filled with their particular ordered poison. “You just let me know when you need the next round, Guys.”Sam eagerly - but carefully, to avoid spilling her liquor - takes her glass and raises it up. ”To our own good time tonight … and for the upcoming one in a few days!”Joseph lightly clinks his own glass against Sam’s first, the two making the same gesture with the other members soon afterwards. Bullet, Bandit and Banshee all engage in clinks with each other as well and nod all around. “This is going to be fun!””Hell yeah it is!” Sam concurs, putting her glass back in front of her before taking a rather large gulp of her drink. Bandit smirks, as she looks out over by the dance floor down front of the stage near the middle of the room. “Wonder who ends up over there tonight, me and Ale or the Titaness and Orion here…”She pauses and then shrugs. ”Happy hunting!””Why not both? It seems like a fair enough exchange. I watch you two, you watch us.” Her smile widen as she giggles, already feeling giddy courtesy of her drink. ”Unless you’re not voyeurs?”It isn’t until Sam and the others are ready to go for their third round that The Titaness feels a tap on her shoulder. Instinctively, she turns, and finds Joseph standing. She smirks, taking note he’s not wobbling or having problems keeping his balance. ”Haha, wow! Guess you have gotten better with not being so much of a lightweight!” Joseph merely returns the tease with his own smirk and finally helps Sam slide off of her chair. ”Just hush and come on over. We’ve done this before, after all.” ”Wait, what?”She had only been partially joking with quipping to her other sisters-in-arms. And Joseph was right; they had done some dancing. She just hadn’t expected for Orion to make the first move. Well goddamn. He’s really fucking changed. Out loud, she tilted her head up to look better at Joseph. ”If I’m dreaming, let me keep sleeping. Sorry if this feels a bit surreal, but usually this is done backwards. Me asking you and all …” Joseph doesn’t immediately talk back to Samantha. Instead, he wraps his left arm around Sam’s midsection while his right pulls back and lightly smacks his lover’s rear. ”Last I checked, this was a dance floor. Less talking, more moving, yeah?” The Titaness giggles, not seeming to mind his actions or words and sure enough, without worrying about any onlookers, the two start grinding against one another. All in the dead center of Prey’s dance floor. Bullet, Bandit and Banshee all smile at the sight before them. “¡Viva el Cazador!“”Should we engage?”Bullet nods and the two of them head out onto the dance floor as well while Banshee stands by the bar grinning from ear to ear. “I’ll jess bae watchin’ yer drinks then!”Song after song would play, but neither Joseph nor Sam paid heed to the tunes. Their focus was solely on one another … though, occasionally, the Titaness would sneak glances at Bandit and Bullet. They were also a cute couple in their own rights, after all …
29th August, 2018
01:19 AM
New Orleans, Louisiana
Exact Location: Shieldmaiden Clubhouse
Status: On-Camera ”So you both have time to log onto Twitter and whine about people questioning your reign? But you still have yet to say anything in a fucking promo to us?”The camera pans in on Sam sitting on top of her bed, looking absolutely livid. ”You’re tired of us questioning your fucking reign? That’s what you said, Ripley?”The Titaness scoffs, shaking her head. ”You know what? Tough shit. Heavy is he who wears the fucking crown. Regardless of how you got those titles or whatnot, people will talk.”Sam pulls the Eternal Warfare Championship off of her shoulder and onto her lap. ”I should know; I got one of the few other people who did fight me to try to get this from Holland and me bitching at me. Thinking I got lucky of all things.”Her head shakes again, a smirk now appearing. ”You both know that, when it comes to my fighting capabilities, I never use luck. That is skill. You don’t have to like acknowledging it, particularly as I’ve beaten both of you at least once, even if not necessarily in one-on-one fights. Not with Mosh, anyway. Either way, don’t you dare make the same mistake Johnny boy is and try to discredit me with something petty like luck!” Her eyes narrow as Samantha growls in frustration. ”Believe me when I say I can’t wait to go to Japan and kick his ass so hard, he won’t walk straight. But until then?” She points right at the camera. ”You two are next. And between you and me? Bandit has typically been one of the more calm Shieldmaidens. So to see and hear her as pissed off as she is?”Samantha chuckles lowly. ”Whoo, damn. I’d hate to be in either of your shoes. If I don’t get the pin, she definitely will. It’s painfully obvious we will make sure about that. Paul Banter gave me an early congratulations. My response … is one I stand by. It really is going to be nothing short of a miracle for me and Bandit to walk away empty-handed. And while I can think of one ‘miracle’ for you two, I’m not counting on it.
“Mainly because I figure ‘man like Skrabz’ will save that trump card to save his own ass. He’s so paranoid about losing the gold that he had to drag his homies over here. He can deny it all he wants; but actions speak way louder than words. He is scared of the mere thought of losing to Solomon Cain. I'd go so far as to say he wouldn't be able to handle ever losing the Mile High Championship Title. I don't think that; I know it.” The camera zooms in closer as Samantha takes a page from Skrabz’s book and mouths a single word; ‘Truth’. All while still wearing her smirk. ”Truth hurts, don’t it, fam? But it’s probably just a ting with ya, huh?”Her eyes roll as she scoffs. ”Whatever makes you and your ego happy. Keep lying to yourself. You may very well win and retain at Good Time. I won’t toss that possibility away. But you’ve already lost to Bullet once. That alone proves history can repeat. Maybe not with Bullet, but with literally anyone else in this roster? It can, and one of these days? It sure as fuck will. Maybe not tomorrow. But it will happen. Reigns always come to an end, especially in this industry.
“That being said, Ripley and Mosh, your own is about to disappear. Neither of you have convinced nor shown me or Bandit we have any reason to be worried about suffering an official loss. Official for Bandit, anyway.” Her hand moves in front of her mouth to stifle a yawn. Once Samantha is sure she won’t yawn anytime soon, she resumes speaking. ”I’ll give you both benefit of the doubt that you spent all day training. Like you said you would. But just as Rome wasn’t built in a day, the same applies with our fray. You’re gonna need a shit ton more than one day to beat any of us Maidens or Dragons. I’d have thought that much was obvious when Bullet and Widow beat you back in episode … three? Four? Way back before we moved our scheduled show to Thursday, that’s for sure.
“Maybe one of these days, you’ll both be more ready. But I don’t need to be a Seer to know neither of you are. Not yet. Consider us about to do the two of you a very, very solid favor. You can forget the controversial bits and pieces if it makes it easier. I proved I can defend titles. Likewise, I can earn them back. It may not happen right away, but I do intend to get my rematch for both the Mile High Championship and the Throwdown Title.”Her grin widens. ”You’re right, Azurine; I wouldn’t wanna use my rematch card too quickly with the Throwdown Title. But not out of fear or whatnot. No, I’m more fed up than Ripley is with being questioned. See, I have been too. Still am, in fact, as hinted above. People question the stupidest things about me. And if that’s not frustrating enough? I’m getting unnecessarily screwed over. Definitely not in the ways that feel great, either.”Sam crosses her arms over her chest. ”I’d be lying if I didn’t say I wasn’t annoyed the decision to make the Throwdown Championship not defended every week wasn’t made until it became too late and I ended up losing it. But … I am glad that was changed, regardless. It’ll make the day I do reclaim that all the more sweeter; knowing I can have a reprieve in keeping it. Likewise, however, the other General Managers need to make another right call.”Samantha points firmly at herself. ”Give me my fucking rematch! Katrina knows I deserve it. And Angel can rewatch and see for herself that is the case. So give me that with the goddamn Mile High Belt! I actually was about to head out to the arena while Candi was making her own declaration for her shot against Skrabz. But I stopped when I saw Jansen all but murder Candi because … what was the point? That was my original train of thought anyway.”Her head firmly shakes. ”But I decided, no. There is a point. I am still overdue for a second chance; it just won’t be against Candi. In fact, out of the original three candidates to become the first Mile High Championship, I am - as of now - the only one still active here. Candi is permanently incapacitated, The Master is … fuck if any of us know where. So why the hell shouldn’t I have my chance, even if not against the woman who originally bested me?!” Her eyes narrow more as Sam’s left thumb points against her own sternum. ”I expect, borderline demand, the right thing to somehow be done. I may not know all the political bits and shit about wrestling. But I do know enough to realize I have been screwed with that title. And if that doesn’t get remedied?”Sam allows that thought to stay unfinished, leaving it open for anyone’s interpretation. ”So congrats, Ripley; you’re not the only one fed up with someone. I, however, am ready to actually do something about my annoyances. No matter what that may cost me. Until then? I’m very eager, willing, and able to aid Bandit in conquering you and Mosh. Enjoy those belts while you can still cling onto them. We’ll see you soon. Don’t be surprised if this is a damn good time for us, but not you guys.” The Titaness reaches over, flipping the lights to her room out, effectively helping end the promo. Although it’s hidden and not as obvious, the camera does indeed shut off right as Sam replaces the light with darkness. |
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Post by Bandit on Aug 29, 2018 20:11:34 GMT -6
Off-Camera
Background checks were things that had to be done when you were doing your due diligence on businesses to be possibly bought. You didn’t want to go into something blind only to find out you’ve just bought into a money pit being run by a ponzi schemer because you didn’t take the time to look into the guy’s dealings or find out the business was way further in debt than was being let because you didn’t make a five minute check on the internet. When it came to club business for the Shieldmaidens Motorcycle Club, their resident checkers with the twins known as “Crash N’ Burn,” Tanya and Danya Christensen and, in deed, they had been used for the jobs currently being handled by their fellow Shieldmaiden, Jackie “Bandit” Layton.
Now, with their findings in hand, Bandit was heading to the one person she knew would do a great job doing the same job and possibly even find something they missed in the younger sister of one of the Chrome Dragons, the brother club to the Shieldmaidens. Caliban Peltier worked a legitimate dayjob at a bakeshop owned by a man named Bruce Kenyon. Caliban’s sister, Nikki Peltier, had worked for years in a business with Bruce’s daughters, Bethany and Ashley Kenyon, whose elder brother was also a Chrome Dragon, Sgt-At-Arms, Khary “Spectre” Kenyon.
Nikki had done this kind of thing before. Her first job had been doing all of the management and electronic surveillance type jobs for a company called Katt Industries Special Services, a name Bethany and Ashley had taken with them as a tag team in professional wrestling, bringing Nikki along as their ringside manager there as well. If anybody could confirm everything Crash N’ Burn had found, it was Nikki and Bandit knew it.
She knocks on Nikki’s door and it opens to reveal a grey great dane with black spots.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You must be Cain…
She bends down and starts to pet him almost immediately even as Nikki opens the door wider.
Nikki Peltier: Come on in, y’all.
Cain leads Bandit into the house and stops by the couch in the den.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: What a beautiful boy!
Nikki can’t help but smile.
Nikki Peltier: Cain does love him some company.
Bandit notices as the great dane licks her face.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Is he like this with everybody?
Nikki nods happily.
Nikki Peltier: Generally, yeah, he is. I’ve only heard him growl three times since I’d have him. The first time was at some guy who was trying to jigger my lock and suddenly noticed the dog and hauled ass.
Bandit stares at her incredulously but Nikki waves a dismissive, almost amused hand.
Nikki Peltier: Oh the cops caught him about ten minutes later. He didn’t know about all my surveillance. I had cameras on the door that nailed his ass dead to rights. Cain never had to do anything but growl for a second on that one.
Bandit grins.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Good boy!
She pats him lovingly as Nikki nods with pride.
Nikki Peltier: Second time was when some guy decided i looked like I was alone and a easy target to snatch my purse at the dog park when he was six months old. I’d let him off the leash and he got running with a group of golden retrievers so I looked like a tempting target. Just as that poor bastard started to come up behind me, Cain and his buddies came back and Cain gave him a growl that…
She nods admiringly.
Nikki Peltier: I admit, I was worried for a second until all the other dogs started too. I turned around and he was surrounded by two goldens and a rottweiler named Rambo that we’d met the week before. Rambo gave him a look and he was gonna run until Rambo’s sister, Roxy, showed up. About a minute later a couple of cops rolled up and arrested the guy, thanked all the dog owners for their help and we all told him…
She shrugs, almost laughing.
Nikki Peltier: We didn’t do anything, it was all the dogs.
Bandit can’t help but smile even wider.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You’re a good boy protecting Mama, aren’t you?
She nods as Cain stands there enjoying the attention and the petting.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Yes you are!
She pats him and Cain wanders over to take a seat on the couch. Nikki nods and leads her over to the bedroom closet that doubles as her office.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Your office is a closet?
Nikki nods.
Nikki Peltier: My Mama put in this giant closet for all of her job clothes and accessories and then when I bought the house from Cal, I was like, what am I gonna do with all that closet space.
She nods to the back of the bedroom.
Nikki Peltier: Because there was already a regular walk-in closet over there and…
Shrugging, Nikki almost laughs.
Nikki Peltier: I’m girly but I’m not that girly that I needed two giant walk-in closets living here by myself. So, then i got to thinking…
She turns to face the office with its wall of computer monitors and nods.
Nikki Peltier: This would make a dandy little office…
Bandit nods her agreement and admiration.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: It’s like a little command center.
Nikki can’t help but smile with pride at this comment.
Nikki Peltier: Epsy thought so too. Jezzy, Bethy and Ash have all called it that before and i guess you make five so…
She nods happily.
Nikki Peltier: Consensus carries. It’s a command center.
They share a laugh and then Nikki sits down in the big gamer type chair. She types into the computer and quickly prints out ten pages for Bandit.
Nikki Peltier: So, yeah, most of your guys were clean. There was that one you got the bad vibes off that was exactly what you thought he was.
Bandit looks at the paper and nods happily.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: This looks like exactly what the twins found. Oh God, that guy really is that bad?
She looks up and Nikki nods sadly.
Nikki Peltier: Afraid so. Got a record a mile long in five jurisdictions. I’ve got a call in to a friend overseas who says there’s a fil there on him too. He sounds like a regular sleazeball who’s probably lucky one group or another hasn’t pushed his button yet.
Bandit nods and then stops at a number.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: He owes the Russians five figures?
Nikki nods gravely.
Nikki Peltier: High five figures. He needs a deal and fast. I saw at least three other suckers he thinks he’s got a line on and it didn’t look like any of them were really biting either.
Bandit nods slowly.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I didn’t want to go near him again and the others kind of agreed. Tanya and Danya wanted to send somebody in at him after the first fifteen minutes of looking.
Nikki shrugs.
Nikki Peltier: After looking into him myself, I can understand that. He appears to be dirty, desperate and a bullet train to about six different lists you don’t want to be on and that doesn’t even start to cover his legal status. That guy is either a hit waiting to happen or a rat waiting to happen and it wouldn’t take much to get him to flip.
Bandit shakes her head.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Widow’d wanna clip him on principle just for looking at me dirty.
Nikki grits her teeth.
Nikki Peltier: Eesh, don’t say that too many times or Epsy’ll do when she gets home. She don’t take kindly to guys who give looks like that to friends of ours and especially wouldn’t take kindly to one trying to rip off the Shieldmaidens like that.
Bandit nods. Nikki’s girlfriend, known to her as Epsilon, had a rep amongst the Shieldmaidens that rivasled their vaunted Sgt-At-Arms and the scuttlebutt had been they had done things together that would scare the pants off everyone else if the stories were ever told.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I’ll just have to keep that thought to myself for the moment. We don’t need that kind of heat on anybody close to the club.
Nikki nods knowingly.
Nikki Peltier: On the bright side, that bar you were looking at in Denver and that coffee shop here both look like absolute goldmines.
Bandit nods happily.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I thought so too when I first saw that bar. Sam and Joseph were kidding around the other day about wanting to name it Predator…
Nikki can’t help but laugh.
Nikki Peltier: Predator and Prey… nice. I think the Hybrid people would all be tickled too since they have a show called that.
Bandit shrugs.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Yeah, I’m sure it’ll come up for vote and we’ll see who thinks it’s still funny when it’s a seriously real thing being considered.
She glances to the papers and then nods gratefully.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Thanks for the help, Nik, you get the payment?
Nikki nods.
Nikki Peltier: I did, you really didn’t have to go that high. I’d have done this as a favor for you guys, you’re family.
Bandit nods again.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I know but since this technically isn’t really club business so much as it is Venom Ink officially…
Nikki nods.
Nikki Peltier: You need the payments for the IRS to keep everything kosher.
Bandit grins.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: If I ever have anything interesting that’s outside that perview…
Nikki grins back.
Nikki Peltier: You know where to find me.
Bandit nods and heads for the door, the information burning a hole in her pocket. This would be an interesting chapel to say the least.
On-Camera
The camera opens upon Bandit standing in the Shieldmaidens’ Warehouse Gym, under the black banner with the white Shieldmaidens’ logo lettering on it hanging high up on the wall near the front door of the place. Others can be heard working out both in the rings and on some of the other equipment as she stands there in her
Bandit starts to look over her twitter timeline on her phone and shakes her head as she scrolls through.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: So much stupid bullshit. I swear, some of you people…
She scrolls through a few more posts before stumbling onto one made by Ripley.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I really don’t…
She cuts herself off in midsentence
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I did NOT just see that…
She stares at the screen intently, seemingly shocked at what she sees staring back at her.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Tell me… I didn’t just see that!
She looks up the camera from her phone.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Did you seriously just whine to the company…
Incredulousness invades her eyes.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: To the fucking company…
She glances back down to the screen and just shakes her head in stunned disbelief.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Are you fucking kidding me? When did this become goddamn kindergarten?
She looks up and rubs her face in mock tears.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: “Whaaaa, Mommy, Daddy, those wittle girls were mean and said mean things about me that I can’t hit back on because they’re true, make them stop! Whaaaaaaa!”
Her hands drops back down while she stares into the camera, seemingly frozen in her astonishment.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I mean, really?
Her eyes narrow as she glares into the camera.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Fucking… REALLY?
She looks back to her phone and just shakes her head again before holding it up to show a picture of Ripley staring all mean-faced back at everybody.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You’re a grown fucking man!
The phone lowers and her free hand points accusingly to the camera.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: A grown fucking man who has a career that has supposedly lasted longer than my four matches. You’ve got a rep that says you are a tough sonofabitch that should be a challenge to anyone who comes near you. You’ve put seven years in and you come out to Obituary for God’s sake and you can’t take one goddamn promo?
She takes a step back in stunned silence. When she does finally speak, her voice has taken on a small and hushed tone.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You were supposed to be the one that tried…
She shakes her head as she stares into the camera, now almost seemingly pleading for an answer to be put forth.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: What in the hell happened here?
She cocks her head to the right.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: What happened to you?
She nods, looking off for a second, her voice picking back up to where it used to be before the shock truly set in.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I mean, I expect this half-assed, mealy-mouthed horsecrap from Chris Mosh because…
She shrugs as if the answer is obvious.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I mean, come on, it’s Chris Mosh. If her ever actually tries, he can be awesome but he showed in his last match what happens when he’s left totally to his own devices and truly gives no fucks. He gets his ass handed to him faster than it would take to count him out for not showing up at all!
She looks down to the phone again and just shakes her head incredulously.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: What is it with you two?
Looking up, she almost seems to plead with the camera again.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: If you ever got your shit together, you guys would be a great team. You’re both well put together guys and you’ve got the talent and experience to be able to do some things but you both just seem more interested in coasting than actually trying to put the work in to get anywhere...
She promptly sticks her hand out to stop the next response before it comes.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Yes, I know, you have two shiny gold belts to say otherwise but…
She pauses and shakes her head before glaring into the camera.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Let’s be honest, that was all crap and you know it!
She nods emphatically, slapping her legs loudly.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Of course people are looking at you sideways. Did you not notice how you got to be holding those belts or were you and Mosh too blasted off your frat boy asses to realize shit was going down?
She steps back and leans against the wall, looking exasperatedly to the sky.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Honestly, I don’t understand what in the hell Robert Mack was thinking when he decided it was you two jokers. I mean…
She shakes her head and moves her gaze back to the camera.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Did the Snakebite grease paint rot his brain? Did he spend all his free time huffing the paint stripper he needed to get it off or something?
She nods, begging for the answer to finally come walking through the camera’s lens
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Does he play that choking game and lose on a regular basis?
She looks away again, seemingly hoping somebody will come explain this all to her. When nothing is forthcoming she looks back to the camera again.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Are he and Katrina into that auterotic axphyxiation shit and she let him try and remake Flatliners one too many times?
She pauses and then nods almost playfully in acknowledgement.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I mean, that would explain a lot…
She nods again but waves the idea off dismissively.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: But short of that, there is nothing to explain the two of you! Here I am the one who is twenty-two years old, I’ve got four booked matches to my name and yet, I seem to be the one actually giving a damn. This is actually worse than Azurine Vebbins crapping all over the Throwdown Championship because she was at least up front about it and she has to live with the fact that she is what she hates because of it!
She waves at the camera.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You guys…
Her hand drops but her eyes catch fire.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You pay lip service to being real professionals, you talk about wanting to make something of yourselves, basically get handed a giant opportunity by circumstance and then you piss all over it because…
She shrugs.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: What, this was the mountain so now you don’t need to even bother to try and climb anymore?
Looking down, she turns her head away as she starts to shake with rage.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I worked too hard to make those titles mean something to just sit back and watch you guys treat them like they were nothing but nice trinkets you bought at the knick knack shop at the airport while waiting to catch a fucking plane!
She looks back into the camera and glares right on through it.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Robert Mack handed you guys a nice juicy steak with all the trimmings and you treated it as if you can just dump it onto a garbage can lid and tell us it’s still the gourmet stuff Robert gave you!
She nods pointedly.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Well I’m here to tell you that the Shieldmaidens are the fire hose that is going to clean all your sad, pathetic bullshit off of those, shien them up really nice and then hold them aloft to make everybody see the gold gleaming as it should! Sam and I are sick of facing people who shit all over OUR championships and at Good Time, we’re taking back what is ours! So either man up and prove you actually have a set somewhere between you or get ready to get run the fuck over! Rev it up, Boys, the Shieldmaidens are coming through and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it!
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cmosh
MHW Superstar
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Post by cmosh on Aug 29, 2018 22:01:41 GMT -6
*Cameras fade in on Chris Mosh wiping off his face with a towel and then pick up a gallon of water and drinking from it as he then smirks at the camera putting the jug down*
Mosh: You guys just missed Ripley, gosh they dude puts a hundred and ten percent, even just for training but that is what I like about that guy
*Chris wiping his head off with the towel*
Mosh: now me and Ripley really need to keep these titles we have I mean we took off of this team in the first place and I would love to keep the Shieldmaidens as former tag champions.
See I want to be the person who steps in the ring and end this winning streak of the Maidens, and you don't have to be that mad I mean either your leader will retain her title or Sam's Boy Toy will win the title, so at least you can celebrate having one title in your little click but that is all you will have because I will do what ever I have to do to keep these title, me and Ripley have been here since day one and we are going to be Mile High Wrestling til we die
*Mosh smirks and then picks up his jug of water to drink it*
Mosh: Mosh Out
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ripley
MHW Superstar
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Post by ripley on Aug 30, 2018 0:43:57 GMT -6
We see Ripley standing in a random hallway in the backstage area of the arena as crewmembers walk around busily preparing for Mile High Wrestling’s Good Time pay per view. Ripley nods to a few people as they rush by. Ripley takes his time looking around. He has the Mile High Tag Team Championship over his left shoulder and is wearing a Mile High t-shirt. As he looks around the expression on his face fades from mostly calm and neutral to annoyed.
Ripley: Well, this is honestly a first for me. Usually before big events I’m running around feeling excited and anxious to get in the ring. This time? Not so much. If anything I’m counting down the hours to when I can get this match over with and never have to be bothered with the thought of The Shieldmaidens ever again.
He looks around and rolls his eyes before looking back into the camera.
Ripley: My God, every time one of them opens their mouth it’s the same whining and complaining over and over. It’s like it’s groundhog’s day, it just won’t stop. Look though, I’ve gone on record admitting that yeah, they have a reason to be upset that these championships aren’t with them but come on. How many times can you really bitch and moan about the same thing over and over? They really need new material.
He takes a deep breath and holds up his hand.
Ripley: Let me slow down though. I can feel by blood pressure already starting to rise and it’s going to cause me to lose focus. I just want to say that even though The Shieldmaidens haven’t wasted anytime telling anyone that’ll listen how they feel about Chris Mosh and myself but I never really had anything against them, honestly. Sure, they’ve gotten on my nerves but whatever. Honestly after I fought Samantha for her Throwdown Championship, and lost, I actually started to respect her. I was beyond confident that I was going to win and walk out with two championships but she shut that down. Amazing how I can admit that and move on huh?
He chuckles.
Ripley: Anyway, yeah I started to respect her. Did I earn her respect? Probably not and I don’t care. Respect is actually something I hold highly important. From the first time that I stepped into a wrestling ring I had a simple goal of earning respect. I never have marched in demanding it because personally I think that if you have to demand respect you don’t deserve it. I know I won’t always earn the respect that I seek and that’s just how it is sometimes. Can’t win everyone over.
He shrugs and looks at his championship belt.
Ripley: Last week though any respect that I had for Sam was damaged when The Shieldmaidens chose to attack like cowards. I know how much that’ll upset Sam. Now, so they don’t get confused and try to misquote me in the future what I just said about Sam, ladies, is called sarcasm and it doesn’t mean I really think she’ll be upset. Back to the point though, I guess they got tired of running their mouths with their never ending complaining and decided to have a physical hissy fit like the children they are.
He takes another deep breath and actually smiles as he shakes his head.
Ripley: Sorry everyone, I’m just getting worked up like I haven’t in a long time. Alright, the thing is tomorrow Chis and I are finally going to put a stop to this annoyance when we beat The Shieldmaidens in the center of the ring in front of New Orleans and keep OUR Tag Team Championships.
Ripley suddenly snatches the championship off his shoulder and holds it out towards the camera, almost taunting.
Ripley: This belongs to you? No. We’ve all been having to put up with your little pout fests and attempts at insults and tomorrow, it’s over. You’re a talented group, really, and I’ve tried and tried to see where you’re coming from on this situation that you made controversial but I just couldn’t get my head that far up my own ass. This is going to be a grueling match because I’ve been training like crazy with the goal to Mark both of you and send you back to the end of the line where you belong. I’m a fighter. I’m here to win and nothing is going to stop me. Chris and I are keeping these championships and if you don’t like that then be like your friend that started all of this and take your ball and run home.
He tosses the championship back over his shoulder and shakes his head with a disgusted look.
Ripley: After this match your group just needs to ride off into the sunset and never think about crossing paths with either Chris or myself. See you out there.
He walks off shaking his head. Fade to black.
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