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Post by Admin on Aug 30, 2018 13:26:24 GMT -6
 ***THE MAIN EVENT***#1 Contendership for
Mile High Wrestling Title
Fatal Four Way Match
"The Lost Child" Solomon Cain
vs
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal
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Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton
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Tyke IndexRoleplay Limit: 2 Roleplay Deadline: Thursday, September 6, 2018 @ 2AM Central Time |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2018 7:37:07 GMT -6
††† Parental and NSFW Advisory †††
††† Scenes will contain Violence of a graphic nature, Foul Language and Adult Content. †††
††† You've been warned. ††† 31st August, 2018
12:23 AM
New Orleans, Louisiana
Exact Location: Shieldmaiden Clubhouse (Sam & Joseph’s Room)
Status: Off-Camera The last bits of a private celebration were finally beginning to die down. There had been a lot to be happy about. Even with Joseph not defeating Bullet, Sam had helped keep her promise and aided in Bandit reclaiming what had been hers from the very beginning. This thus made her, once again, a double champion. One and a half if anyone wanted to get super technical, as most people considered owners of Tag Team titles ‘one half’ of the team in question. Either way, spirits were high and morale was through the roof. Probably more so than the cheers had been back at the Smoothie King Center. For herself and anyone else who wanted some, Sam had ordered some pizza. After putting the last of the leftovers in the fridge, she jogged up the stairs and into her room. Inside, Joseph was laying down on the bed, staring up at the celebration. The moment he heard the door open, however, he looked over and grinned. ”And new Tag-slash-double champion!” he greeted, causing Sam to giggle slightly. ”It definitely feels good. Not gonna lie.”A more neutral expression crossed her face as she sat beside her lover. ”You’re not beating yourself up over losing to Bullet, are you?””No.”Sam shot a glare at him. The kind that silently hinted lying wasn’t a wise idea. Knowing he was caught, he sighed softly. ”Fine, perhaps a small bit. But I’m not ashamed or anything. Honestly? Some part of me sorta figured it may come down to that. But … “ He sat up, looking right into Sam’s eyes. ”I’ll get over it. Definitely way before I have to face Skrabz.”That made Sam tilt her head, an amused and intrigued smirk adorning her lips. ”Oh? The next matches have already been figured out?””Mhm.”A quick swipe of his phone revealed the Mile High web site, which was still on the list of matches for this coming week. He turned the device so Sam could browse and see what she was about to partake in while still holding it. And when Sam’s eyes found out it would be a Fatal Four Way … she elicited a deep sigh. ”Well .. this week’s gonna be hella busy for me.”Joseph rose his eyebrows, looking lost. Taking note of this, Sam paused for a few minutes .. and then elicited a few cusses under her breath. ”Goddamnit. I got so caught in celebrating I forgot to announce this to everyone … damn. I’ll remedy that to the others in the morning. But umm …. I head to Japan for my first two nights in deathmatch fights.”Joseph frowned, unable to hide a very nervous and concerned look for his lover. ”When do you have to leave?”Sam tilted her head slightly before nodding. ”Sometime on the third of September at the absolute latest. I may go on and fly out on the second. It’ll depend. But I have to be there by the fourth for sure. I fight that day and the fifth.””So … when you come back to Denver, you’re gonna be roughed up? That what you’re saying?”Sam chuckled softly. ”That’s the kindest way to say it, yes. It’s likely gonna be worse, but ---”At this, Joseph wrapped his arms around Samantha. ”I really wish you’d change your mind …”A defeated sigh passed his lips as his head turned, shifting his gaze to the Eternal Warfare Title. ”But … you can’t just up and disappear while still holding one of their belts, huh?””Well, I could, but that’d be unprofessional. And likely get me in some unwanted legal trouble. But hey …” A more serious look crossed her face as she guided Joseph’s eyes back to her own. ”I’m probably gonna look half-dead, at worst. But I promise, I will come back alive and … well enough to fight.”When Joseph’s eyebrow rose even higher, Sam rolled her eyes. ”Fine, fine,” she corrected, ”You’re right. I probably won’t be medically cleared. But I mean …”She shrugs again. ”I wasn’t technically cleared to fight Martin ‘The Master’ Seas. But I went out anyway. Not only did I enter the ring, but I won. Granted, I can clearly see it won’t be nearly as easy with this being a Fatal Four Way. But Joseph … finally someone has listened to me. This chance, this opportunity … I am not going to even let it risk going to waste. It’d make all my words pointless from my last promo.” Joseph frowned, hating but knowing Samantha was - once again - right. ” … Alright. Fine. Try to be careful, okay?””I will. But between you and me? Johnny boy’s got to worry way more about himself than me. Dumbass thinks I won that belt by sheer luck? Heh! He’ll get a wake-up call so brutal I’ll make him wish he’d stayed asleep.” Finally, Joseph manages to chuckle softly, nodding in agreement. ”Heh, yeah. No one earns belts by luck alone. There may be a small bit of it, but not from acquiring them.”Sam glances curiously at him, looking almost like she’s ready to argue about that point. Instead, she stays silent, her smirk widening. ”Actually, you’re kinda right. Thank you. I got some stuff to work with. Okay! Get everything set up!”At this, Joseph blinks. ”Wait, what? You wanna do your promo now?””Mhm. And you’ll need to do some of your magic with special effects and shit. It’s gonna be needed to really help get my point across.”
31st August, 2018
05:33 AM
New Orleans, Louisiana
Exact Location: Shieldmaiden Clubhouse
Status: On-Camera As the feed starts up, a song can be heard in the background. The volume isn’t too loud, but it is able to be heard. As the song starts up, Sam begins to speak. ”Although I’ve been fighting for nearly eight years, I’ve only been in the professional world of wrestling less than a year. About nine months? Yeah, nine. I started last December in Elysium. And I’d like to believe that since then, I have grown. I have defied so many odds and created an equal amount of significant milestones.” The scenery of the room behind Sam changes as clips from matches or segments including her begin to play in the background.
First, we see Sam in the ring with F.M. Young, the One Woman Army and Iron Division Champion, for the very first time. As the fight ends, it shows Sam being literally knocked out by Young. All while bleeding rather profusely, as it was a No Disqualification Match, which allowed for weapons to be used in addition to fists.
Kai Atticus stands in front of Vitoly Volkov, keeping him from lethally injecting and killing an unconscious Samantha while she's laying in a cot. It then fast forwards to backstage cameras showing and revealing The Titaness has gone under SHIDO, the Elysium World Champion’s, wing and become his student.
”I have risen, and I have simultaneously fallen. Literally and metaphorically. And yet, here I still am. Ready, willing, and able to keep fighting. And now? The stakes are probably the highest they’ve been within Mile High. After four or so months of waiting, I finally have the opportunity I’ve really been waiting for the most.
“Not to say others haven’t been damn good bonuses; like earning the Throwdown Title or getting the chance to acquire the Phoenix Belt. But the Mile High Championship is the one I have truly been wanting to have my shot at again.”
Sam is seen briefly holding the California Pride Championship. She only has it held in the air for a few seconds before the lights in the arena flicker. From the rafters, a large amount of blood pours atop Samantha; the weight alone forces her onto her stomach with how much it is. The canvas is ripped open as Maki - or is it? - pops up from underneath the ring and drags her literally down.
”Even now, I still have a shit ton of non-believers. People who think everything I do is on a whim. A fluke. A freak accident.”
The Titaness glances nervously around. Finally, what looks to be Maki appears, but has some very distinct differences in her physical appearance. She introduces herself as the demoness Daniela, going on to reveal she’s pulled Sam down to Hell itself. Samantha shouts at her, demanding to send her back. Her request is denied as she instead proceeds to conjure a crucifix made of bones and pins The Titaness tightly against it.
”If there has ever been any luck involved, it’s been with my matches being selected. Or, in the case of the Eternal Warfare Championship, getting to the right place in time. But when we’re talking about me as a fighter and thus my fighting skills?” Her eyes narrow as Sam firmly shakes her head from side to side. ”That’s never been the case. Never.”
Samantha goes toe-to-toe with Snakebite for the very first time. He holds her from behind and actually sniffs her hair. The end of the match reveals him to be the victor, as he pins The Titaness after executing a Venom Injection finisher.
”Everything you’re seeing behind you? All real. All obstacles I’ve faced and, in some form or fashion, overcome. I said this when I first entered Elysium, so I’ll repeat it one more time here; wrestling is - and has always been - my past, present, and my future. This is the life I knew I wanted even as a child.”Samantha smirks, shaking her head as she chuckles lowly. ”A lot of people have questioned that, too. If I’m just spouting my dedication to the sport for the hell of it. But tell me - any of you - give me an answer to this question. If that’s really just a lie I’m uttering … then why haven’t I left?”Her head shakes again, her smirk expanding further across her face. ”In hindsight, I shouldn’t have been too amazed to learn I do have Norse blood in me. That I literally, truly am a Shieldmaiden at heart. I wouldn’t be surprised if I was a reincarnated one, even. At any rate, Lagertha from Vikings produced the best answer to the above question. One I don’t think I could have worded better myself.” The Titaness pauses as the song continues playing.
The background goes back to where it left off with Sam’s CWD flashbacks and reveals how she got out. While Maki was busy staying in a summoning circle, Joseph finds her and notices Sam below. He keeps the portal from closing by tying a ladder to the nearest turnbuckle, then putting it in between the rift before it can shut. He quickly climbs down the ladder and runs to Sam. A look of relief appears as he places his fingers on a wrist and finds she’s still alive. Keeping her held in his arms, he then runs and hurries to get them both out of the abyss.
”Lagertha, once said ‘I am a warrior not because I always win, but I will always fight’. If I haven’t yet given that impression off well enough, then I’m gonna when I come back from Japan and come to Denver to enter this Fatal Four Way.”Another pause as Sam grabs a nearby bottle of water and downs some of the contents before resuming speaking. ”For those of you don’t know nor haven’t seen, I’m about to create a new chapter in my wrestling career. I’m gonna start partaking in death matches in two organizations. Well … it’s supposed to be two. One’s suddenly gone quiet, which doesn’t tend to be a good sign. Either way, I’ve already made an impression there … by earning this.” Samantha proudly raises the Eternal Warfare Championship, keeping it held in her arms. ”Despite being in Japan the fourth and fifth of September, I do intend to come back. Very likely wounded, and quite the bloody mess. But that’s how important this second chance at Mile High’s gold is for me. I’m willing to risk literally everything to come back and beat all of you. No matter the cost. This does apply even to mi hermana, Bullet, who will be in this fray.” The Titaness closes her eyes for a few moments, simply listening to the song in the background. After a good minute or so, she looks back into the camera and continues. ”From breaking out of handcuffs to dropping myself and Lara off the top of the ladder with that Shiranui to being thrown off another ladder by Bullet … I am more than fine with sacrificing my body. Quite a few people here have tried to insist I’m done getting second chances. Some were bold enough to try to demand I never seek them out as opponents again, nor their belts.” A low ‘Heh!’ passes her lips as Sam crosses her arms over her chest. ”Yeah, Ripley. I am talking about you. You had some balls trying to tell me and Bandit not to try to come after you and Mosh. What-fucking-ever. Even if we had somehow lost, you bet your ass we would do just that. Because we’re both Shieldmaidens. The last thing any of us do is quit.”By now, the song has gotten further along, hinted by the next set of lyrics that are heard.
The feed finally begins showing highlights from Sam’s career within Mile High. The first thing shown is her man handling ‘The Sex Symbol’. It then goes to episode two, where she ends up fighting Snakebite instead of Cult Manhattan and shifts yet again to the first Mile High Championship match. Specifically going to the part of the fight where Sam does indeed break out of handcuffs, causing The Master to stare in shock and awe at the sight.
”Bullet … you certainly have earned this chance. And you damn well deserve it. Most definitely. Unfortunately, mi hermana, it doesn’t change my own desire, my ambition for this title shot. Same goes for Tyke Index and Solomon Cain. I’m certain that, for your own reasons, you want this as much as me. Nonetheless, I have no intentions on easily losing this. I have been in Fatal Four Ways before … with titles on the line. Tyke knows - he should, anyway. It happened when I was still in HcW and I regained the HcW Television Belt.”A disappointed sigh passes Samantha’s lips. ”That’s why your foolish tweet in thinking it’d be ‘easy’ to just conquer us and earn your win irked me. You were in a Fatal Four Way Ladder Match at FireTrap. Yes, you did indeed come out as the winner there; though not with an ‘easy’ win. Nowhere near. In fact, you got attacked on the ladder, as well as on. But between you and me? This is going to be much more difficult and intense than that fight ever could have been. Because I know I’ll use the same mindset you did. You used any and everything to your advantage, like when you attacked Ricky on the ladder.” Sam points at herself, a very determined look entering her eyes. ”Even though before now, we have never fought one another, you should know I don’t hold back. I’m not about to start now. Not even with the possibility of me coming back to Denver and not being at full strength. I’ll still come at all of you with every damn thing I have and give you all one hell of a fight.” The Titaness pauses, nodding after gathering and reorganizing her thoughts. ”Since I’ve addressed everyone else … that leaves one person. Solomon Cain. Believe it or not, I was actually intrigued by you coming to Mile High. You’ve been able to prove that you did earn the right to face Skrabz at Good Time. And that’s exactly why I’ve been eager to try fighting you. I know when a person has talent and strength when I see them. So in all honesty? If I had to say who I’m looking forward to seeing in this fray the most, it’d be you. Anyone who has underestimated you has been an idiot. I should know, they do that shit with me. And it tends to bite them all in the ass. Pretty hard, too.” A ghost of a genuine smile mingles in with her smirk. ”So trust me when I say I’m not gonna make that mistake others have with you, Cain. Nor will I do that with Tyke or my sister-in-arms.”
Sam facing Skrabz is shown, though not before Rob walks down the ramp and stands beside the ring. Samantha looking over at her boss confused and a bit annoyed is displayed, before the end plays, with Skrabz defeating Samantha.
”That,” she says pointedly, even nodding her head behind her, ”Will not happen again the next time we meet in the ring, Skrabz. Regardless of whether it’s for the title or just another one-on-one. Next time you see me, no excuses. No intervention. No bullshit. I promise … and next time I will get the pin I should have managed to secure against you.”As the song begins to hit the last few lines, we can feel the promo’s not too far off from ending also. ”It’s just as Joseph said in his own promo, and something I’ve mentioned before. Streaks die. Reigns come to an end eventually. You are not immune from this. One day, someone will best you. And come this Thursday, we’re gonna find out which among us it’ll be. I may be hellbent and determined to be that person. But honestly?” Her smirk widens. ”Just so long as Mile High can eventually see Skrabz get dethroned? I’d be fine with most of anyone winning. There’d just be a personal touch included if - no, no scratch that, when - I earn that right and victory.” Samantha lowly chuckles before giving a slight wave, followed by a salute. ”I’ll see you guys soon enough. Enjoy the Mile High Belt while you still got it, Skrabz. Because we’re all coming for it and, by default, you.” As Sam finishes speaking, the feed cuts out, bringing her promo to an end. |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2018 20:59:29 GMT -6
Whatsoever I've feared has come to life
Whatsoever I've fought off became my life
Just when everyday seemed to greet me with a smile
Sunspots have faded and now I'm doing time
Now I'm doing time
'Cause I fell on black days
I fell on black days
"The one person I never wanted to be like and I'm exactly like him. I drive away those that I love. I'm a drunk and an addict. I ruin everything, and just like dear old Dad I choke when I get a shot at the big one."
Smoothie King Center
New Orleans, Louisiana
August 30th, 2018
Off Camera
(Solomon sits in a pool of his own blood and sweat. Solomon sits on a metal folding chair, with his elbows resting on his knees, and his head down. His long hair hangs down almost to the ground, and under it sits a puddle that is a combination of blood and sweat. The locker room around him looks like a tornado has hit it as his clothes, wrestling gear, and his gear bag are tossed about. A group of lockers is pulled over, a few folding chairs are tossed about and the giant mirror that fits into the vanity is shattered into hundreds of pieces.
Blood drips down from the head of Solomon, and also drips from his knuckles. The knuckles sparkle a bit in the light with shards of glass. Solomon's shoulders move up and down as he breathes slowly but deeply.
Solomon sits up and leans his hot flesh against the cold back of the metal chair. He flips his head up, tossing his hair back over his head, but several strands stick to his face as the sweat and blood have formed a glue-like substance on his face. Solomon doesn't even bother moving the hair, nut instead starts unwrapping the tape from his wrist.
Solomon's thoughts begin to race through his head as the rage that controlled his mind begins to fade. "I can't believe I'm just like that old mother f*cker. The one person I never wanted to be like and I'm exactly like him. I drive away those that I love. I'm a drunk and an addict. I ruin everything, and just like dear old Dad I choke when I get a shot at the big one. F*ck me." Solomon thinks to himself.
Solomon removes the tape from his left hand and crumbles it up into a ball and throws it across the locker room. He signs heavily and then begins to unwrap his right wrist and hand while thinking to himself again. "I can't believe this sh*t... what am I going to do now? How do I show up at the next event empty handed? I told everyone I was going to take that Mile-High championship, and here I sit empty handed and covered in blood. What now…what now?"
Solomon pulls the last bit of tape off and once again crumbles it up and tosses it across the locker room. Solomon stands up and walks to the crumbled mirror. He looks at himself in the broken shards and then looks down at his busted and bloody hands. Solomon slowly makes a fist, and the pain of it shoots up his arm as the broken pieces of glass now lodged in his knuckles strike nerves in his hand. "Well sh*t" Solomon says out loud to himself.
Solomon wipes the hair from his face as he turns from the mirror and walks to the group of lockers that is toppled over. The top of the lockers rest on a small wooden bench making a small space under them, and this is where Solomon bends down and reaches his arm into. Solomon drags a cooler from under the lockers, and pops it open. The cooler is filled with bottles of PBR and ice.
Solomon grabs the chair he was sitting in and drags it over to him where he takes a seat once more. Solomon grabs a bottle form the cooler and twists the top off and tosses it across the locker room as well. Solomon takes the bottle in his left hand and then shoves his right hand deep into the cooler to let the ice do its work on his wounds.
Solomon begins to take a drink, but as the bottle touches his lips he stops. Solomon moves the bottle away from his mouth and looks at it and thinks to himself. "Look at you. Ready to drowned your sorrows in the bottom of a bottle.... SORROW FROM LOSING A CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH! You are just like him. You always said you'd be a good father, but I bet you'd crumble and walk away just like him. F*ck you Solomon, you piece of sh*t".
Solomon yanks his hand from the ice and quickly moves the bottle from his left hand to his right and throws the bottle across the locker room. The bottle hits the concrete wall and shatters, sending glass and beer flying everywhere. Solomon shakes his head and drops it in disappointment.)
Whomsoever I've cured, I've sickened now
And whomsoever I've cradled, I've put you down
I'm a search light soul they say
But I can't see it in the night
275 County Route 119
Boulder, CO
September 3rd, 2018
On Camera
(The camera open on a large chunk of a tree. It has been cut from the stump and is now set on its side. The only noise is the chirping of birds, as the late summer sun shines high above. The white pine slab of wood, with tight grain shines in the high desert sun. It is pure and simply a beautiful day, a fact that no one could deny.
The peace is broken as a large Bowie knife flies from out of the frame and pierces into the wood. The camera pans around to reveal Solomon Cain. Solomon's hair is pulled back in a tight bun, and his bare chest shines as the bright sun reflects off of his sweat. Solomon is still sporting a bandage on his head from his war with Skrabs, and a bandage on his right hand from his war with the locker room mirror.
Solomon walks past the camera to the stump where he grabs his knife and pulls it from the wood. Solomon pauses for a moment as the camera shoots his back. Solomon slowly turns around holding the knife by the handle and the blade pointing straight up. Solomon looks at the blade slowly twisting it in his hand and watching the sun reflect off of the blade.)
Solomon Cain: You know, Skrabz was right about one thing I did need to bring this knife with me. It was a gift from my grandfather, the only thing he ever gave me besides and a$s whipping. I don't keep it for the sentimental value, I don't have anything to be sentimental about. I keep it as a reminder. See, my grandfather suffered from dimension. The same man that fought in Vietnam and Korea, the same man that never had a nice word to say to me, the same man the beat me until I was bloody on numerous occasions...well his disease turned him soft.
His last year of life, he tried to get himself right with God and with all the people he had wronged. I guess when you get a disease that lets you forget how big of an a$s hole you were, you think you can do that. Of course, everyone felt sorry for him and forgave him and acted as if he never did anything wrong...except me. I was thirteen, I had just got big enough and tough enough and he had just got old and weak enough for me to be able to fight back the year before that. The wounds were still fresh in my mind, and some were still relatively fresh on my body.
One night we are over there so my mother can steal his and my grandmother’s prescription pills, well she said it was so we could visit them, but we were really there so she could steal the pills. Anyway, my grandfather is having one of his moments of clarity and calls me into his den. I march in there, to the room I had been beat in so many times, and there is my grandfather, with tears in his eyes.
(Solomon takes a couple steps closer to the camera and holds up the knife closer to the camera.)
He gives me this knife, tells me he got it from his friend during the Korean war. Tells me the story of how his friend was dying in his arms and gave him the knife that he had got from his father, who had got it from his father, and his father before him. Grandpa says the guy didn't have any kids and made grandpa promise to give it to his son. Well grandpa only has my junkie mom, no son to pass it down to. Grandpa starts crying and apologizing to me saying things like "I'm so sorry, I have so many demons and never should have taken them out on you, I know you are a good kid", blah, blah, blah and all that horse sh*t.
(Solomon takes a few steps back and turns his back to the camera once more and looks off into the clear blue sky.)
Grandpa hands me the knife and asks me if I can ever forgive him. I look at the knife, pull it from the sheave and start looking at it. Then I look up at my grandfather, tears in his eyes. We lock eyes and my grandpa gets a big smile on his face and then I tell him, "grandpa you are a son of a b*tch, I hope you rot in hell, and I'm going to piss on your grave after you are dead".
(Solomon turns around slowly and now has a lit cigarette in his mouth.)
See I knew Grandpa hadn't really changed. I knew he wasn't sorry for what he had done, he wasn't apologizing to me because he felt bad for what he did to me, he was apologizing to make himself feel better. Well I say f*ck that. I'm not going to forgive a life time of pain and torment just because you are sick and on your death bed.
What is the point of all this rambling you are probably wondering. Well, the point is to be true to who you are, and don't start changing for anyone or anything. I got soft over the past month. I let a girl get me all twisted up, I started believing my own hype, and I'll be d@mned if I didn't let the cheers of the fans start getting to me.
(Solomon spins around and throws the knife, plunging the blade deep into the piece of the log.)
It's time I get back to my roots, time I get back to what made me such a dangerous animal to begin with. You think when I put Ripley through a flaming table I was caring about cheer or women? You think when I was coming up fighting in dive bars and redneck high schools I care about my own hype? That wasn't a Mic Check that hit me, it was a reality check. See the reality is this, I took Skrabz best shot, and I got up. Skrabz had to hit me with his best twice to keep me down, but I can guarantee it's going to take a lot more than that to keep me down in the future.
Fate has smiled upon me, I still have a chance to prove myself, I still have a chance to be the number on contender and get my hands back on Skrabz. All I gotta do...beat two biker babes and a coke head. Two biker babes and a coke head...sounds like a Saturday night in my early twenties. This time it won't be as much fun though, I mean it's going to fun but it isn't exactly what it was back then.
Tyke Index, Samantha Hamilton, and Bullet, three of the baddest mother f*ckers in Mile High, it's going to make me look real good when I beat those three. It's going to show that I am the baddest man in Mile High, and it is going allow me to show that I am back to my roots, and the most vicious man in Mile High. Like Alice Cooper said, no more mister nice guy. I'm coming in guns blazing and I'm not going to stop shooting until I've dropped every single one of your three on your heads and you are all burnt out.
(Solomon takes the cigarette from his mouth and ashes it. Solomon let's out a long and slow exhale. Solomon then gives a mocking golf style clap.)
Bullet, hats off to you girl.
(Solomon stops clapping and returns the Newport to his mouth.)
Bullet, you a bad b*tch. You are the Phoenix champion, leader of the shieldmaidens, and the only person to have pinned Skrabz. Just imagine where you could be if you were a man. You'd probably be one of the biggest stars the sport of wrestling has ever seen, but instead you hold the championship that instead of reading "Phoenix championship" should read "second best championship".
I'm just kidding Bullet, you wouldn't be anywhere different if you were a man. I mean even if you were a man you'd still be looked at as second best anyway. See, the thing is, I'm not convinced you are second best anyways, I'd say you are probably third best. I know you don't believe that, and your bicycle beauties will tell you that you are the best, but at Throw Down when I spike you on your dome, I'll prove my point that you aren't the best, and you aren't even second best.
(Solomon removes the Newport from his mouth again and this time exhales hard and fast, but through his nose. Solomon flicks the cigarette butt into the high brush past the stump he earlier threw his knife into. Solomon walks over to the stomp and jerks the knife out once more.)
Bullet, I'll be the first to admit you are good. If I'm correct, I don't think you've lost a match in Mile High. Well, before Good Time I had never lost a match in Mile High either, but you know darling...there is a first time for everything. I'm sure a girl like you has had many disgusting things in her mouth, but Thursday you are going to have the most God-awful taste in your mouth...the taste of defeat.
I'm sure instead of swallowing it down, like you probably have some many other disgusting things in your mouth, you will want to spit it out. Spit all you want, brush your teeth, gargle salt water...nothing is going to get that taste out of your mouth. Get used to it though, because as long as I'm around Mile High, any time you try to be something more than just second, or third best you'll get a big heaping mouth full of defeat every d@mn time.
(Solomon places the knife into its sheave that is strapped to his belt and hangs down against his jeans. Solomon then begins walking down the path that has been cut and forged through years of cutting and walking that leads through the woods.)
Maybe there is some descension in the Shieldmaidens. How does The Titaness feel about Bullet beating up her girlfriend? I mean her boyfriend, sorry I get Joseph Hunter confused with a flat chested teenage girl all the time. Maybe it is because Joseph Hunter looks like a freshman in high school who hasn't went through puberty yet. You though Titaness...you are all woman. Well, legally all woman after your Caitlyn Jenner surgery anyway. Samuel, I got to ask you something. When you are banging Joseph Hunters head off the bed, do you always have to be on body? I just figure if you were on top you'd crush that little twink you call a boyfriend.
For real though Samuel, you are a tough competitor and the second biggest and strongest person in this match. That's kind of sad and strange when you think about it, a woman is bigger and stronger than Tyke Index. But, Samuel you are a tough opponent you were the first Throw Down champion...but wait...you lost that to a self-proclaimed dork. You did beat Ripley and Chris Mosh though.... but...who hasn't beat those two?
Sh*t, maybe you aren't as good as I'm giving you credit for after all.
(Solomon and the camera exit the path and it breaks into a large field of grass that runs slightly up a hill. At the top of the hill sits a cabin. Solomon stops as he steps into the field and looks up at the cabin.)
I see some of myself in you Samuel. We both had parents who didn't really care about us, we both had to grow up fast, and we both have been fighting our entire lives. Maybe in a different life, we could have been more than opponents, but Thursday you will be one of the three people standing in my way, and that only means bad things for you.
As many similarities as we have, we are also very different. Your parents may not have cared what you did, and took the easy way out when it came to parenting, but at least you had parents. I've never known my father, and I was more of a parent to my mother, than my mother ever was to me. So, pardon me if I don't give a f*ck about your parents letting you watch whatever you wanted on television while you were growing up. I won't shed a tear over your upbringing, and I d@mn sure won't shed a tear when I spike you on your head and pin you one, two, three.
(Solomon begins the walk up the bank towards the cabin. A gentle summer breeze begins to blow across the small meadow, tussling Solomon's hair and beard.)
You Shieldmaiden’s think you run sh*t around here, but I hate to break it to Samuel and Bullet you aren't running a d@mn thing. You are just little girls playing dress up. You think that you get some ugly butch haircut, some ink and hop on a Harley it makes you a bada$s, well it's just like when you were little girls wearing a plastic tiara and a costume dress pretending to be a princess...it's all make believe.
Call yourselves Shieldmaidens, the bad girls club, or real house wives of Mile High, I don't give a sh*t what name you hang yourselves, because that doesn't matter. You think I thought for one second *in a sarcastic tone* "oh no, the Shieldmaidens, hell must be empty and they must be hungry"?
*back to normal tone* Hell no. Cool nickname, I'll give you that, way better than the Chrome Dragons. At the end of the day though it doesn’t mean a d@mn thing. All that is going to matter is what you can do in that ring, and I'll admit you two chicks can do a lot in there.
(Solomon stops a few feet from the front porch of the cabin and turns to look dead into the camera.)
You two can do a lot, a former Throw Down champion, and one half of the current tag team champions. The Phoenix champion, and the only person that has beaten Skrabz since I've been here. You two girls can go, but what you can't do is beat me.
Now, I'm sure that both of you will debate that statement, and talk about how good you two are and how I just lost to Skrabz, and blah, blah, f*cking blah. Well come Thursday the time for talking will be over and it will be time to square up, and man up, and you two are short a coupe pairs of balls.
(Solomon turns and continues walking up onto the porch of the cabin, where he sits in a wooden rocking chair on the small front porch. Beside of the rocking chair is a small table with a glass bong, a lighter, and a bag of green on it. Solomon takes the bong and sits it between his legs and starts loading the bowl with the green.)
Tyke Index, how is it that you are in a match involving two women and you are still the biggest b*tch in the match? Tyke, you and I probably could have had a lot of fun together about ten years ago, when I liked to ski down coke mountain, sh*t got old though, and expensive. Now I know how much money we make here in Mile High, which isn't bad, Good Time pay off was a nice down payment on this bad boy. Blow though, that's a real rich mans game. So, you are one of three things, one a trust fund baby, two a trash bag getting the most stepped on all baby laxative powder ever, or three getting down on them knees to pay for that habit.
Well you are Tyke Index, the greatest wrestler who ever lived though, right? *Solomon begins laughing and talks through his laughter* Motherf*cker you lost to Joseph Hunter...dude doesn't even have hair on his chest and he kicked your a@s.
("Greatest wrestler ever" Solomon says quietly to himself while shaking his head. Solomon finishes packing the bowl and places the bag of green back on the table and grabs the lighter.)
Tyke, you do pretty good at beating up girls. Anaquin Adams, Azurine Vebbins, RJ Mitchell, Snakebite, you name um and if they are a female I'm sure you have beat them. Thing is though you can't seem to hang with the men in the ring. I mean I don't even consider Joseph Hunter a man and he beat you...so what the f*ck do you think I'm going to do to you?
Tyke I'm going to whip your a$s...bad. Straight up, I'm going to beat the sh*t out of you. You aren't tough, you aren't a bad a$s, and I could give two sh*ts what Wade Keller or Dave Meltzer and those other mark a$s dirt sheet writers have to say. I'm going to beat you up bad, I'm going to hurt you Tyke. Just like I said I would make Skrabz bleed, just like I said I'd put Ripley through the flaming table, and just like I said I'd run Forge out of Mile High. When I say I'm going to do something, I mean it, and I am going to do it. So, believe me when I say that I am going to kick your a$s I mean every word of it.
(Solomon lifts the end of the bong to his mouth and lights the bowl. Solomon inhales, filling the glass tube with smoke as the water bubbles. Solomon releases the lighter and tosses it on the table. Solomon quickly slides the bowl out of the glass bottom and inhales deeply clearing the large glass bong.
Solomon sits the pipe on the table beside of him and leans back in his rocking chair. Solomon leans forward exhaling a large cloud of smoke. Solomon begins coughing half way through th exhale. The coughs are hard and deep, and turn Solomon's face a bright red and make his eyes water. Solomon eventually catches his breath and leans back in the rocking chair once more.)
Tyke, Bullet, Samantha, whoever, I'm a man on a mission and I have a point to prove. The point is that I am the baddest man in not only Mile High but in all of professional wrestling. More importantly the point that I have to prove is that I can beat Skrabz. Like I said earlier, when I say I am going to do something then I do it. I said I was going to beat Skrabz at Good Time and I came up short, but that will not happen again.
I have to beat you three so that I can get to Skrabz. I don't give a sh*t about you Tyke, I don't give a sh*t about you Titaness, and I don't give a sh*t about you Bullet, the only thing I care about is pinning Skrabz in the middle of the ring and standing over his bloody body with my hand raised and holding the Mile-High championship. I said I was going to do it, and I'll be d@mned if I don't do it.
You three are just victims of circumstance. So, when you are laying in the ring broken, bloody, and beaten and the only thing you can see is your own blood running down your face and the lights of the Magnus Arena, remember this isn't my fault, it's the Mack family’s fault for putting you in my path of destruction.
(Solomon leans forward and stands up. He takes a few steps forward and moves around to the right-hand side of the porch as he heard the sound of a car. The camera follows Solomon and looks down the long gravel driveway that Solomon is looking down. Solomon leans against the wooden banister of the porch and looks at a black F-150 barreling down his drive way. "Who the f*ck is this" Solomon says out loud as the scene fades out.)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2018 12:54:09 GMT -6
Chapter One
Setting the Scene
1/9/2018
A few hours after laying my head and thinking about how pretty everything was, how real, how concise and how beautiful New Orleans was it dawned on me that it was a new day.
We were on Saturday, home of the party and home of the wrecking ball. Yet I hadn’t moved from this spot since Thursday night. Harvey popped his head in yesterday at some point AM to tell me it was time to pack my suitcase and catch a flight but my head wasn’t in the game, I was fascinated with everything that happened. See at some point on Thursday night I settled an old score; I took the bat and swung it as hard as I could and by the end of it we scored a home run to the top of Coke Mountain.
Looking around from the summit everything was so clear, I had a vision and a clear purpose – a purpose dimmed only by the class A’s that were adding to the serene reality that would soon become my future. I had blended in magnificently and could feel every wave of air brush against my face and every tear run down my face god dammit; roll the credits already I wanted to be washed up in this cave of illicit dreams that were dawning over me like a night lit sky. Take me to the shore, take me there now, I want to see that silver lining and wow that light was bright…
This man said he wanted to be my friend but first I had to do him a favour and as he lead me down the corridor of this enchanted forest he would tell me that I had slept here for days but that could not be possible because this entire time I had been dancing, dancing so free since our Universal Superstar had departed us. I asked this man in the symmetrical and coordinated attire if he was leading me to the promise land and when he nodded accordingly I knew that this was it.
As I stepped outside in the freshly turned Autumn air and bid my fair well to my home the past week I noticed that this entire time I had been sleeping in a place fit for Kings, my Coke Mountain abode even had a throne in its inception, just look at that lettering, never had verbatim looked so pretty fifty foot in the air. New Orleans had been turned into juice but like every story it would soon be out of date, we had to find fresh stock. I shook the hand of the kind gentleman carrying the most daunting and pleasant light I had ever seen and asked if he knew where I could catch a bus back to Denver, Colorado and he simply pointed…
I think he must have misheard the question, how silly.
Chapter Two
3/9/2018
Denver, Colorado - Sometime in the afternoon.
After half a dozen buses, an arduous hike across the Confluence Park, being accused of abducting a husky from its owner and a long smooch with a pavement we were finally here.
Back in Denver baby and first thing was first…
“Tyke you motherfucking idiot, wake the fuck up!”
Well, Harvey wasn’t quite as pleasant as the nice man who had woken me up in New Orleans nor was he attired quite as nicely, but he did gain points for bringing me food.
So much fucking food; like a tonne of it, enough to feed an army or Tyke Index on Sundays.
I perched myself up in the bed and started rubbing my chest up and down with chicken drumsticks, hello ladies. Harvey didn’t look impressed; his lottery lines must have failed for the fifteenth consecutive week, speaking of lines…
Oh, nevermind.
“Tyke, can you explain what you were doing between the hours of 11pm on Thursday night to the early hours of Saturday morning…”
Yeah, I was dancing you idiot.
If I could speak rather than slur out a silhouette of dribble then that’s probably what I would have said but instead I decided this chicken drumstick looked too good to not be rubbed up and down my chest like a magic fucking wand, this was the cure to all my problems.
Abra cadabra turn this chicken into a waterfall of spring sweet succulent water. Eine wasser barkeep.
HOLD THE FUCKING BOAT, just because I’m vegetarian doesn’t mean I can’t rub chicken up and down my chest, leave me alone.
Leave me the fuck alone, please.
Harvey was waving at me, coming to think of it I don’t think he ever introduced himself ten years ago not on first name terms, he just told me his sort code and bank account details, man, he must have really trusted me intimately even back then.
“The lost friggin child…”
Harvey was pacing…
“A motherfuckin Titaness…”
Pacing and frantically distraught body language would continue, I think Harveys pet Chihuahua must have passed away while I was dancing in New Orleans…
“And a bullet Tyke, a fucking bullet, and you can’t dodge this one. Wake the fuck up!”
I was awake though, awake and well.
I think.
Maybe I had imagined the past week or maybe just maybe the past week had documented itself and taken care of everything that had to be taken care of. Shit, even that last sentence hurt my face.
“How is Anaquin Adams doing? Has she sent a post card yet?”
I wasn’t sure if I had forwarded her my new address but it was important that I heard from her soon before she was assumed missing, missing in action.
“Tyke, look at me. Last week? It’s over. This week is the most dangerous of your life. This week it starts all over again. This week, this week could be your last week.”
Damn, way to lower the vibes Harvey while I was feeling soooooooo posi with life.
Harvey was holding what looked like a piece of paper and on that piece of paper was some scribbles, lots of scribbles, too many scribbles to mention.
“Tyke, here is what you’re going to do dumbass. You’re going to take these notes and you’re going to god damn use them. Holy fuck Tyke, I can’t believe you have fucked it so bad! Get yourself together and I’ll phone you tomorrow”
I still couldn’t figure out why Harvey was so upset, he did mention last weekend that he hadn’t had sexual contact in six months, but surely there was more to it than that? Maybe his cucumber was out of date? I do like cucumber.
Those scribbles though, they were a work of art.
 ![]()
I told Harvey how much I admired the sharp lines and the content, placing it all in context suddenly everything made sense. On Thursday I would dance under the sunshine one more time. Samantha Hamilton would be there, Solomon Cain would be there and Alex Carvajal would be there. A bullet would be fired, a child would be lost and a Titaness would succumb to the succulence and seduction of defeat.
Maybe I was dreaming, maybe I was forgetting something, after all my memory was bad in old age but as I looked at Harvey and those dated creased lines above his eyebrows I knew that more than anything in the world all Harvey wanted out of me was a dance. I would give him that dance; I would give the world that dance…
What originally looked like a scribble was in reality carefully scrolled letters bounded together in perfect harmony, these scribbles were the tactics on how to win an intense chess game or in my case a number one contender starring three other dancers…
Chapter Three
Comedown
5/9/2018It was now Wednesday just about and it genuinely felt like I had lost an entire week, maybe I had, I owed it to myself to cut back on the cheese and magic dust but god damn it was better than any interaction I had this week, loneliness sucked but sometimes it was my best friend. I’m still angry that not a single person has asked me how I am this week or congratulated me on my massive win at Good Time. Good Time was more of a Miserable Time now I come to think of it.
Like that flashing light the man in New Orleans was carrying a few things suddenly became clear, more presentable and more accountable than they had ever been before.
Denver, Colorado still hated me and I would play up to the country villain role one more time and next week? Next week I would do the same, the week after that I would do the same and the week after that and the week after that I would rinse and repeat.
Damn I played Mr. Bad Guy so well these days.
I looked around the room and then down at my phone, I had a bunch of missed messages and even a phone call or two from old friends.
Samantha Hamilton had messaged asking if I had made it back to Denver, Colorado in “one piece” well unless she knew something I didn’t there certainly wasn’t fragmented pieces of flesh caressing themselves next to me on the laminate flooring in this god forsaken darkly lit room.
Funny thing with Samantha was that on camera she would pretend to hate me, her skin would crawl for the five minutes behind a lens but off camera she still cared.
Off camera Samantha was still Samantha, she genuinely cared about me like she cared about Rob but let’s not talk about that. I kept thinking about the past year and how over it she would betray me, first with Rob and now with Joseph.
Samantha had been using me for what seemed an eternity.
Coming to think of it Samantha was a fucking bitch and on Thursday I would be her pawn again, her meaningless pawn as she used me as a vehicle towards the Mile High Championship.
Good thing I’m willing to play then Samantha, isn’t that right Samantha? I’m begging you to use me one more time, one last time for old time sake.
Do it.
Then there was Bullet, how is RJ doing anyway?
You guys still talk right? I was intrigued, curious and focused on finding out what exactly Bullet stood for, like Sammie she was a Shieldmaiden and like RJ she was stuck in her ways.
Bullet was calling the shots when it came to Sammie, especially this week; I mean here I was talking like I was a pawn for Sammie but Sammie was just as bad, merely a pawn for Bullet these days.
Shieldmaiden number six.
Perversely I couldn’t wait to see what would happen when personal interests clashed with professional ones, would Sammie or Bullet REALLY be willing to stand aside while the other obtained ultimate glory? I wasn’t so sure and neither were either of those two, on camera they stood together but that wasn’t what I was interested in – I wanted to stir the pot like a fine cocktail and see what the outcome was, what my outcome would be. Ladies place me down in the middle of that ring and surround me, make me feel like a Shieldmaiden, treat me nicely and squeeze me freely and we’ll see what happens.
As I came to my senses I realized someone had lost theirs, our Lost Child Solomon Cain had strayed from the path as he was intercepted by a demon and that demon had very much strapped him in for everything and anything it desired.
See while I was taking care of business at Good Time our Lost Child had become more abandoned than ever before, our Lost Child was supposed to be standing in front of us champion right now but instead he stood before us ashamed and embarrassed, Solomon Cain wasn’t a real man, hell Solomon was barely alive at the moment.
Watching Solomon crack turned me on, it felt REAL good witnessing his break down from the passenger seat and while people, dirtsheets and even our colleagues had suggested this week that we had a fair whack in common – they were forgetting one thing.
I control my demons while Solomon Cain? His demons use him and the hook, line and sinker of it all? This week I am your demon Solomon. See tomorrow night every time you see darkness I will be there, every time you see light I will take it from you and every time Solomon that you see the end I will extend the path until you lose hope and stray forever.
See Alex.
See Samantha.
See Solomon.
I don’t need the world championship but I want it and when I want something that’s bad news for you.
This tango just turned into a full on waltz…
Easy…
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Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2018 16:39:51 GMT -6
Prelude to the Interlude
WE ON COKE MOUNTAIN BITCH, ENJOY DA VIEWS
Finally everything had calmed down and it was Thursday, time to Throw Down some steam and grab myself a seat and or beer.
Arriving at the Magness Arena I noticed a few differences, firstly there was a poster of that slut Katrina Mack on the hall way wall wearing seductive red make up but wearing pants that didn’t fit her and secondly there was an actual staff member directing us to our dressing rooms, an actual motherfuckin’ hostest, now call me high but how mental is that.
Maaaai Haaaai had just upgraded its shit, I couldn’t quite believe it and Harvey even told me earlier that as of yesterday those guys in suits at our Head Office even employed themselves some cleaners. Fuck, we must have been making some crazy dollars these days maybe the time was right to negotiate a new contract?
We’ll go to all that shit later but first and foremost we got some serious Shieldmaidens nonsense going on, didn’t you hear the news? This week I got a three some with those girls oh and Solomon Cain, but he’s lost so aint nobody care too much about him. How is your dad doing anyway boy? Heard that he is all good and sucking on some lemons not that you would know though my man.
So now I’m sitting here watching a Gordon Ramsay documentary about cocaine, my old trusty friend and wondering “why my heart going so fast and why do I wanna
sort more of that mudafuckin shit”.
So, I just popped some there and now this documentary is rattling around my head. Ramsay is talking about his staff taking it, his interviews beholding it and one of his
chefs even popping some clogs due to too much of that white stuff.
“Get to the root of it” he said but this middle class white man don’t know the half of it, he don’t know the stories and he sure as hell don’t know mines...
Or Solomon Cains…
Why don’t you go and overcook some more soufflés you plum, why don’t you go interview the people that matter Ramsay? I dare you, double dare, treble dare.
Ask those that matter.
Ask Samantha Hamilton why she dates a hairless vampire that looks like an extra from Twilight that couldn’t grow some pubic hair.
Ask Bullet why she has been a vice president her whole life despite her president bailing why she is still working a dead end job with no sense of progression to actual
president.
Ask Solomon Cain how it feels to have a father who has watched every single Simpsons re run without him.
All these guys should probably do coke but none of them do and why?
Coke makes you realize the truth and sometimes the truth hurts.
What a mother fucking shame.
Coming to think of it, this documentary was doing nothing for me, so there was only one thing for it…
Turn that motherfucker up and put the kids to bed.
So we’re sitting here in a bed room, it could be the bedroom of anyone. I want you to ask yourself whose bedroom you are in right now. Is it a loved one? Family
member? Or is it someone you don’t trust.
Someone like say Solomon Cains dad or maybe if we’re feeling very dangerous…
Samantha Hamilton.
Bullet how does it feel to have Samantha sleeping in your Shieldmaidens bedroom?
Remember how welcome you made Samantha feel after Rise In Phoenix?
I do.
I remember everything.
I remember every little detail from the sweet nothings you whispered in the curly ears of each other to the off camera tantrums as each of you cried to creative that you ‘deserved so much more’.
Plot twist: you guys deserve nothing and you will do fucking nothing.
I’ll watch as you do nothing, Denver will watch as you do nothing.
Samantha next time you are in the Shieldmaidens HQ I dare you to do something you have never ever ever ever done before, I want you to pick up one of those
beautiful little photo albums you have never featured in and have a look through the pages.
Tell me what you see, tell me what you want to see and tell me how things have panned out.
Why have the Shieldmaidens never taken to you? Why have they always seen you as number six? Why do they see Joseph Hunter and yourself as threats? Even after
all these months?
The answer? The answer is the same one it was at the start.
It’s because you are scared, it’s because you are paranoid and it is because on your own without collaboration you have always bang average.
Same as all the other shieldmaidens, together you are indestructible but on your own? On your own you are vulnerable and not worthy of a single dime. I even heard
from Meltzer that you are burnt out at the moment. Care to comment Sammie?
How about you Alex? Your tweets earlier about travel made me think.
How beautiful it must be to you, how fabulous to look in a different mirror of a different city of a different day every day.
Care to comment?
C’mon Alex, you love an essay, you love talking just as much as Sammie.
Go on IM each other right now and screen shot it all.
Or don’t, because perhaps the contents of those DM will reveal an ugly side to the Shieldmaidens, the ugly side you guys have protected more than my grotesque coke
addiction.
I want to see that ugly side, I want to put a magnifying glass on each and every syllable, molecule and fragment of discontent within those DMs.
Controversy equals cash, don’t you know? Maybe you don’t know, you are actually looking at me right now like you don’t know.
Fuck it.
Well, saying as we are sitting right at the top of the mountain around the camp fire let’s share stories. Let’s do it now.
Bring everyone.
Bring your friends.
Bring your enemies.
Bring Solomon Cain.
Kumbayaa my lord, Kumbayaaaaaaa.
Time for some fun; time for some dancing, time for some coke, time for some fathers to return, time for some Shieldmaidens to explode.
Let us fucking do this.
I AM SO ALIVE.
HELLO.
Hi Skrabz.
Now I’ve broken the ice, what’s your story?
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Off-Camera
Tuesday
September 4, 2018
Penthouse Condo
Las Vegas, Nevada
11:30 AM MDT
Four months can sometimes feel like a lifetime when big changes come in that amount of time. For Alex “Bullet” Carbajal and Jackie “Bandit” Layton, four months was the difference between this Las Vegas penthouse being considered a near full-time home and being a handy place to get away when their real full-time home in New Orleans was threatened by inclement weather. With Tropical Storm Gordon staring the area down, they had invited their Shieldmaiden and Chrome Dragon comrades to come with them here to get away just in case, knowing that some of them would need to be able to get to Denver by Thursday for Thursday Night Throwdown #5.
Angelique “Angel” LeRoux and Joseph “Orion” Hunter had come with them to Las Vegas to await the return from Japan of fellow Shieldmaiden, Samantha “Titaness” Hamilton, while Aoife “Banshee” Maguire had gone to Asheville, North Carolina with friends of the club, Nikki Peltier and her girlfriend, Epsilon, where they had met up with regular Asheville residents, Banshee’s sister, “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire and Becca “Bruiser” Rogers. The rest of the Shieldmaidens and Chrome Dragons had chosen to remain in New Orleans, deciding it was an acceptable risk considering most of them would not need to travel anywhere else and the storm did not look to be a repeat of Hurricane Katrina or Hurricane Rita.
Once the foursome had arrived, it had not taken long for Orion to take advanater of the opportunity for a conversation with Bullet and Bandit regarding certain plans he had in mind for the Titaness. Loving a good excuse to come up with a plan for a party of sorts, Bullet and Bandit were quick to oblige him, Bullet gracefully taking her leave of the room when the discussion became that of jewelry purchases since that was very much Bandit’s area of expertise. This discussion had apparently gone well because when Bandit walked into the back bedroom that Bullet had chosen to occupy for the moment, the blonde woman wore a rather large smile on her face.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: So, what happen?
Bandit’s smile turns playful even as it seems to grow slightly.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: With Orion?
Bullet nods expectantly. The silence and anticipation was killing her and Bandit almost looked like she was enjoying making her wait for the answers she was so desperately seeking.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Sí.
Bandit shrugs as if the answer is nothing at all.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Ring.
Bullet nods knowingly. This was exactly what she was expecting to hear. It was no secret that the Titaness and Orion were on the fast track to the altar and it was also no secret that Orion had very little experience or knowledge when it came to the preparations needed for this destination to be reached.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Interference?
Bandit’s knowing smile remains as she nods.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Probably.
Bullet nods in return.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We have this?
Bandit nods again as she sits down on the bed, Bullet joining her there.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I know the guy he needs to see once he decides what he wants in the ring. I can handle that, no problem, he just has to decide what he really wants in it.
Nodding slightly again, Bullet allows herself a small smile.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: This be fun?
Bandit nods even more knowingly than before.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: It probably will be, yes.
Pausing, Bandit ponders their current situation and that of the one that led them here with the tropical storm.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Have you called your parents yet?
Bullet nods quickly, turning just as serious as Bandit.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Sí.
Bandit exhales in relief.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: How are they?
Bullet almost laughs.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Worried about business more than anything else. Papá always worries about that. He thinks if it rains a little, it will stop people from seeking shelter at the tables.
Bandit frowns slightly.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I would think it would do the opposite and call more in but, then again, that does happen to restaurants, doesn’t it? Rainy days drive business into the ground because people don’t like to go out and get wet.
Bullet tries to stop herself as she nods, but a chuckles escapes her lips despite her best efforts to stifle it.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: They turn into giant cats that way.
Bandit snickers, clearly agreeing with this sentiment.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: In more ways than one…
Again, Bandit and Bullet share a moment of silence as other thoughts of the impending storm back home flood their brains.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Epsy, Nik and Eef make it to Sorsh and Bex’s?
Bullet nods, a proud yet relieved smile on her face.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Safe and sound, though, I do not think they went to Sorsh and Bex’s so much as to a house that Nik and her friends bought when some of them were training at the Hybrid Combat School for returns last year.
Bandit nods along.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: And since Bex works there as a trainer and Sorsh is a trainee from there, it just made sense to keep the house?
Bullet shrugs slightly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: That was more for Bethany and Ashley Kenyon and Linnéa Lacroix. Bethany and Linnéa were training for their respective comebacks and Ashley was the Hybrid Grand Champion then and Nikki thought it would be a good idea to just buy the rental they were using.
Bandit considers this and then nods her agreement, looking impressed at the wisdom on display in this decision.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I can see the appeal. It’s sort of what the club has me do with all those businesses and buildings.
Bullet nods and Bandit glances around the room.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: What do you think Angel thinks of the place?
Bullet just stares at her blonde girlfriend in stunned disbelief. Was she really worried about that now?
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I think she enjoys it fine. Why?
Bandit shrugs.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I…
Shaking her head, Bandit allows the shame to start to wash over her completely.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I don’t like all this fractuaring going on and I don’t want us caught in the undertow the way…
She trails off and Bullet nods understandingly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You do not want another Eavan situation…
Bandit nods sadly.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: With the others staying put and…
Bullet cuts her off right there.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Do not…
Bandit stares at her girlfriend, fear visibly present in her eyes.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Do not do that to yourself, Jack. The others staying in New Orleans is not a rejection of us. We are not in the doghouse like that. They did not have the same circumstances we do…
Bandit nods, still biting her bottom lip.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: But…
Bullet nods reassuringly to the blonde woman, taking Bandit’s hand into both of her own.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Look at where we are, Jack. We are here in Las Vegas and Angel did not stay home. She is here with us. Sam is in Japan, so Joseph needed to come with us just in case. Eef went to meet up with Sorsh and Bex so she could travel. I would expect to find that American Murder Log went with them as well due to what happened to the Lacroix Sisters’ parents in Katrina. The others were all convinced they would be fine and since they had nowhere else to be, it was fine for them. This is not a reflection of anger at us. Khary and Caliban are not angry with us neither is the rest of Eef and Sorsh’s family.
She squeezes Bandit’s hand lovingly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Sam will be there on Thursday. So will Eef, Sorsh and Bex and Jade is still talking about joining us there as well. Look at our luggage too!
She nods to the bags against the wall.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You have your championship back again and I still have mine. You and Sam are a great team and we are right back where we were. Sam and I can set us up for the big one now and that will be when we get to watch a man like Skrabz start talking about why he needed the Toll Gang around.
Bandit nods slowly and Bullet smiles for her.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You know he is praying that either he gets Solomon Cain again or he gets Coke Mountain. He wants no part of sam or me, no matter what he says in public. We have everything where it needs to be!
Bandit nods again.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I just wish…
She trails off and Bullet hugs the blonde woman’s head to her chest.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I know, I wish they were still here too.
Bandit nods as Bullet holds her gently, lovingly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We will make them proud of us and cement the name Shieldmaidens in Mile High Wrestling to such an extent that no one will ever question any of us again! It is who we are and what we do!
Bandit sits up and nods, holding out a fist.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Forever.
Bullet nods and fistbumps her.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Para Siempre!
On-Camera
Tuesday
September 4, 2018
The Luxor
Paradise, Nevada
9:30 PM MDT
The camera opens on Alex “Bullet” Carbajal standing in front of the Luxor hotel and casino on the Las Vegas Strip. Wearing a black jeans, a black Shieldmaidens t-shirt and her Shieldmaidens kutte with white Nike sneakers. She nods, glancing back at the giant black pyramid that is one of her favorite spots in Las Vegas.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: It is beautiful, is it not?
She nods and then motions at the rest of the buildings along the street.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Just look at all of them, so many bright lights just begging for all of us to come inside and spend money like there is no tomorrow for any of us to look forward to.
She turns back to the camera and nods pointedly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: “Come inside and play!”
Turning back to the pyramid and then to the Strip, Bullet
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: That is what all of these places say. Their signs might all offer different specific incentives, but they really all come down to the same message. Whether it is New York, New York, Luxor, MGM Grand, Mandalay Bay, Circus, Circus, The Excalibur, Bellagio, Caesar’s Palace, Bally’s, the Mirage or any of the other many fine establishments down this road, they all say…
She looks into the camera and waves her hands pleadingly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: “Pick me.”
She nods and then glances down the Strip again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Mile High Wrestling has now chosen this as the location for the next supershow and has set a match to determine who will be in the maine event of that show and that match says exactly the same thing.
She nods, almost snickering.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Pick me...
She nods into the distance, seemingly enjoying the view and the lights.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: It has even put forward four candidates and named a man like Skrabz as the prize we are fighting for, which…
She pauses and then glances back to the camera, rolling her eyes.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Just what we all needed, yet another reason for Skrabal Stanzas to allow his ego to run amuck as if it is a wild animal turned loose on a large group of its preferred food source.
Exhaling heavily, Bullet nods to herself again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Skrabz gets to laugh his ass off as four of us all try to kill each other just to have a set date with him in Las Vegas…
She turns back to the camera and nods knowingly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Tell me God does not have a sense of humor on that one!
She shakes her head, looking like she can’t believe this is happening.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Skrabz…
She grits her teeth and practically spits her next words into the air.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡La malparido pelota es el premio!
She shakes her head and then crosses her arms in frustration
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: He is laughing too hard...
She nods and then glares back into the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Especially when the four doing this are Tyke Index, Solomon Cain, Sam Hamilton and me...
Nodding along as if she has a cadence going in her head, Bullet goes down the list.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Two current champions and two who think they should have been the second they walked into the place because they are so…
She shakes her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Tyke Index has been the subject of some of the most ludicrous rumors and rumblings I have ever heard in my entire life. The man is a walking advertisement for drug testing, openly speaking of how much he loves to go skiing down his favorite mountain and everyone simply uses this as an excuse for his behavior as if it does not matter what he has done simply because…
She pauses, shrugging angrily as her arms unfold.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Está jincho!
She looks away momentarily before glaring back into the camera, her anger seemingly rising further by the second.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Tyke Index scared off no one! He did not strike fear into either Mitchell and he does not strike fear into either Sam or me! What he did was trip every female in this company’s creepdar and somehow managed to lower our opinion of himself even further simply by trying to talk to our Shieldmaiden President and making it seem as if he felt he was entitled to things from her that even her husband is not entitled to! She and her husband wanted nothing to do with him because they did not want his filth contaminating the air they were breathing, much less being forced to physically interact with someone who was opening engaging in activity that would carry jail time if he did it anywhere else!
Her teeth grind together and she looks away, trying to gather herself in against her outrage.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Now, I will not presume to speak for Sam, she can do that very well for herself but for those no longer able to answer in this context, I will say I cannot wait for the chance to close that resort down! Tyke Index is the kind of man that should make every other possessor of a Y chromosome wish to remove him from the pool of examples simply better their own reputations by subtracting him! Tyke Index is a talented wrestler who wastes that talent on pursuing sinful pleasures of the flesh in ways that deserve more punishment than is usually allowed in public.
She pauses, turning to glare hatefully into the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You came after my president and you caused problems that ultimately led to her being fired and for that you deserve the worst beating any of us have ever dished out!
She nods, her right hand raising up, the index finger almost stabbing the air in an accusatory manner.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: But even more than that, you have further been the cause of the smearing of my boss at Twisted Steel and his labeling as something that he is not simply because he objected to your behavior and then followed his wife out of the company in solidarity when she was forcibly ejected for no reason. The fact that you are still here and they are not sickens me and the fact that you still get to spew forth whatever sick thoughts enter your addled brain makes me wanna take my elbow and hit you so hard that they scrape up what is left with squeegees and if it wakes up, it is not until after we have come back to this beautiful city for the next supershow! You deserve nothing but pain and suffering and I will be only too happy to deliver such to you!
Her hand lowers and she glances to the ground in front of her, her teeth grinding in anger.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And if that being involved was not bad enough, we also get to enjoy the company of “The Lost Child” Solomon Cain…
Her gaze slowly rises back to the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You can say I am no good but the last time I checked, when I got the chance to put down Skrabz, I am not the one who missed my shot!
She points angrily to the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You are.
She points again, her anger rising and causing the point to be a little more aggressive.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You are the one who was given the free ticket to paradise in New Orleans and pissed it away! You are the one who keeps telling the world that it is all about you and how much better than the rest of us you are and yet when given the opportunity you always say is an inevitability, you are the one who squandered it and are now simply being handed another one for no real reason outside of the person booking the match wanted four in this match and decided to give you that spot over Azurine Vebbins or Jack, probably because azurine’s already had that chance at the top and lost and because there were already two Shieldmaidens in this match and so Jack got left out.
Her finger again stabs into the air accusingly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You had your chance and blew it and it is not like you have had the chance to build yourself back up after the loss the way Sam has! You just had that chance and now, surprise, surprise, you get handed another one for no reason and promptly use it to say Sam and I are good for nothing but your gratification because we are women and in Sam’s case, to even imply she is…
Bullet trails off, her anger ready to boil over at the thought of Solomon’s words.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Sam and I…
She turns away, her entire body almost shaking with rage.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Hijueputa!
Her eyes close and she nods to herself, trying to get a grip on her anger.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Sam, I am going to look at you now and say, we know what we can do when pitted against each other for championship glory. We had the ladder match for the Phoenix Championship and showed the world that even when sisters fight, they pull no punches on each other. We now get the chance to do that again for a chance at Skrabz, just like you always wanted but first, we have some…
Her eyes snap open and she glares hatefully into the camera all over again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Ellos son los gonorreas de personas! They deserve nothing from us but the beatings others were never allowed to give them. We walk to that ring, we rid it of that filth and then we show the world what a real contenders match is supposed to look like! The Shieldmaidens ride into this match and show Tyke Index and Solomon Cain that we will not stand for this and then we take aim at each other. No quarter, no mercy, no questions asked and the one who rises in the end then comes here and knocks Skrabz off his throne!
Stepping back into the grass, Bullet nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Tyke and Solomon are looking at us Sam and they are both begging us to pick them and I say we indulge them by showing them what the Shieldmaidens are all about! This is about more than just Skrabz and his Mile High World Championship! This is about drawing a line in the damn sand and saying you cannot come any further!
She draws a line with her foot and then points at it emphatically.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: This far, no further!
She nods and looks up into the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Boys, you ask us to pick you…
She extends her arm out, her hand in the shape of a gun.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We will do so…
The camera flashes to black.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Bang!
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Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2018 21:58:51 GMT -6
I see you had your mind all made up you group of pitiful liars.
Before I woke to face the day, your master plan transpired.
Something told me, this job had more to meet the eye.
My song is not believed?
My words somewhat deceiving?
Now I'm unwhole.
275 County Route 119
Boulder, CO
September 3rd, 2018
Off Camera
(The camera had shut off as the black F-150 was rolling up Solomon’s drive way. Solomon ducked into the front door and returned wearing a thin, cotton t-shirt with the letters B.L.S on the front. The shirt was for protection from the sun, and it wasn’t out of manors with a guest approaching. Instead, the shirt was to cover up the Smith & Wesson 45 shoved in the waist band of Solomon’s jeans. Solomon was a convicted felon; thus, it is illegal for him to won the gun, but as Solomon has displayed he doesn’t play by the rules. The revolver felt cool against the small of his back, as the cold blue steel pressed against his flesh that had been baking in the sun. The revolver was covered by the shirt and was unnoticeable at a glance, but easily accessible if needed. As the truck made it to the end of the drive way it pulled into the parking area and parked beside of Solomon’s Bronco that sit in the drive way and the Mile-High video crew van that was about to be packed up. Solomon eyed the truck carefully as he moved off of the porch, down the front steps and toward the small parking area. A tall man, with a belly from too many beers, and too much good home cooking hoped out of the truck wearing a sport coat over a button up cowboy shirt, with jeans that were too tight for running that covered his pair of brown cowboy boots. The man pulled a white Stetson hat from the truck as he got out and placed it on top of his salt and pepper hair that had seen better days. The man sees Solomon heading towards him and speaks first, saying “you sure are a hard man to track down”. Solomon stops a few feet from the front steps, and places his hands on his hips ready to spring into action if need be. “There is a reason for that” Solomon replies. The man gives a chuckle and takes a few steps towards Solomon saying, “well yeah there generally is a reason for everything the man says”. Solomon is not amused by the uninvited guest, and asks in an annoyed tone “can I help you with something?”. Sensing Solomon’s short patience the man stops walking. In a sly move and display of power the man puts his hands on his hips as well, making sure to slide the sport coat back with his hand as he does so exposing a Sheriff’s badge. “Yeah actually you can” the man says. “My name is Sheriff Bohannan, I’m the Sheriff of Arapahoe County, I had a couple of questions for you actually”. Solomon quickly plays over in his mind everything that could warrant a visit from the Sheriff, but nothing stands out. “I’ll be happy to answer what I can, wanna come up on the porch?” Solomon asks. “Don’t mind if I do” Sheriff Bohannan replies. Solomon tugs on the tail of his shirt making sure it is covering the revolver once more. Solomon motions for the Sheriff to follow him and then turns and walks towards the porch. “So, what brings you out here?” Solomon says as he walks up the steps, specifically asking a question to draw the Sheriff’s attention from his lower back. “Just something I’m working on,” The Sheriff replies. Sheriff Bohannan is a seasoned pro at this game and knows all the tricks. Bohannan quickly looks around and gathers all the information mentally he can, while he has the chance. Bohannan does miss the bulge in Solomon’s lower back though as he is busy scooping out the house and surrounding area. “Beer?” Solomon asks as he gets to the front door and turns to face the Sheriff. “No, thank you. On duty” Bohannan replies. Solomon nods his head and takes a seat in the rocking chair he was in previously. Bohannan looks at the bong and shakes his head and says “wouldn’t see that ten years ago”. Solomon laughs a bit and says “don’t guess you would have”. Sheriff Bohannan stakes a seat in a small wooden chair that sits near the rocking chair.) Solomon: So, you said you are on duty and have some questions? Sheriff Bohannan: Yeah, I do actually. I’ll try to be quick and not take up too much of your time I know you are just moving in and probably need to finish unpacking and getting settled in. Solomon: Oh, yeah. Lots too do, as you can see I got a whole field there that needs cut. Sheriff Bohannan: Well I’ll get to it real quick then. (Bohannan opens the side of his sport coat and Solomon notices what appears to be a 357 Magnum on his hip. Bohannan takes a small notebook out of the inside pocket of his jacket. Bohannan takes a pin out of the side of it and flips the notebook open.) Sheriff Bohannan: When was the last time you saw Scarlett Anderson? (Solomon is stunned by the question, he hadn’t seen her since the night she blew up on him at the Magnus Areana, and hadn’t spoken to her since then.) Solomon: It’s probably been about a month or so….what’s going on? Sheriff Bohannan: Where did you see her last? (Annoyed that Bohannan didn’t answer his question Solomon leans forward and places his elbows on his knees.) Solomon: How about you tell me what this is about, see if I need to answer these questions or if I need to contact a lawyer. (Bohannan sighs. Bohannan is tired from the long drive and not in the mood for games or going back and forth.) Sheriff Bohannan: Scarlett has been missing since August third. The last two people to see her were you and her Uber driver. So, I ask again where did you see her last? (Solomon’s jaw drops open and he is frozen in shock. A big exhale is the only sound Solomon can make. Solomon leans back into his chair and wipes his face with his hands. After a moment of silence Solomon is able to compose himself and speak.) Solomon: The Magnus Arena in Denver. She wasn’t happy with the match that I had, she got mad and got an Uber home. I haven’t been able to reach her since. Sheriff Bohannan: Match? Solomon: Yeah, I’m a professional wrestler. I work for Mile High wrestling. (“Oh, my grandson loves that stuff. Has a crush on some girl there, Annie, Abagail, something like that” Bohannan says as he scribbles some notes in his notebook. After writing his notes Bohannan turns to Solomon and pushes the brim of his hat up with his pen.) Sheriff Bohannan: So, you haven’t spoke to her since that night? Any idea where she was going? If she was going to meet friends? (Solomon stands to his feet, and rubs his hand through his pulled back hair trying to rack his brain and still in shock at the news.) Solomon: I honestly have no idea. I had thought about going into the bar to see her, but I figured if she didn’t want to talk to me then it was best to not go barging in there. (Sheriff Bohannan stands up from the chair and writes a few more notes.) Sheriff Bohannan: Don’t beat yourself up kid, you had no idea she was missing, right? (Solomon looks at Bohannan with a look of rage at him even using that suggestive tone with him. Solomon is able to keep together as he continues though.) Solomon: Right. I’m sorry I don’t have anymore information. Is there anything else I can help you with? Sheriff Bohannan: How about you come up with a list of places she liked to go. You know, like go to get away from it all, or places she said she always wanted to go. Anywhere you could think of she would go or anyone you think she could be with. Anything like that. (Solomon shakes his head in approval.) Sheriff Bohannan: Obviously it doesn’t have to be right now. Take a few days and if you come up with anything give me a call. (Solomon nods his head in approval as Bohannan finishes up some notes. Bohannan places the notebook into his inside jacket pocket, and out of the same pocket pulls out a business card he hands to Solomon. Solomon takes the card and nods his head at Bohannan without a word. Bohannan tips his hat to Solomon and begins to walk back to his truck. Solomon follows him, as he doesn’t want a stranger walking around unsupervised on his property. As Bohannan reaches the bottom of the steps he stops and turns back to look at Solomon.) Sheriff Bohannan: You said she wasn’t happy with your match when she left, let me ask…was it the match or you she wasn’t happy with? (Solomon doesn’t say a word at first, his face just tightens in anger. He knows he doesn’t have to answer, but does anyway.) Solomon: Wasn’t happy with the type of match it was, and I guess she wasn’t happy with the wat I conducted myself in the match either. Sheriff Bohannan: Huh…almost as if she saw a dark side of you or something. Maybe saw the violence that lives in you. (Bohannan turns and begins walking away before giving Solomon a chance to speak. As Bohannan opens his truck and climbs in, he stops before shutting the door.) Sheriff Bohannan: Sometimes seeing the darkness in a man is enough to run a woman off. Well, if you think of any place she might be, give me a call. I’ll keep in touch, hopefully next time I don’t have to drive all the way out here. Solomon: Yeah, don’t bother driving all the way out here again. (Sheriff Bohannan shoots a coy smile at Solomon, knowing that he got under his skin. Bohannan shuts the door too his truck and the scene fades out.) You've waged a war of nerves
But you can't crush the kingdom
Can't be what your idols are.
Can't leave the scar.
You cry for compensation.
I ask you please just give us
5 minutes alone
275 County Route 119
Boulder, CO
September 5th, 2018
On Camera
(The clank of weights is barely audible over the sound of Pantera blaring from a stereo, that sits atop a small wooden table. The camera spans around the dank basement, which has been turned into a home gym. A small TV is mounted above a treadmill, and on the TV is a replay of Skrabz and Solomon Cain from Good Time. There is a steel power rack, with a flat bench beside it, and lining the wall is a long rack of various weighted dumbbells. The camera continues showing the impressive home gym, as it passes cross cables rig, a row machine, various leg machines, and a preacher curl station. The camera finally settles on Solomon Cain who is standing in front of the preacher curl station. Solomon is standing up staring at the TV while doing curls with a swivel bar. The arms of Solomon are pumped, and the sweat that runs down his bare chest indicates he has been working out for a while. Solomon is saying nothing, but his face ears a mask of anger as he watches Skrabz hit the Mic Check on him for the second time and get the pin. “Motherf*cker” Solomon says as he drops the bar with 45lb plates on either side onto the pads below. The iron plates clank loudly against the concrete floor, even with the mats below. Solomon places his hands on his hips and paces in a circle for a moment. Finally, Solomon stops and looks at the TV and sees Skrabz celebrating with Tox and Shox. Solomon let’s lout a scream, and grabs a 25lb kettlebell that sits on the ground. With another angry scream Solomon throws the kettlebell into the television shattering the screen. The kettlebell falls to the floor with a giant thud. The TV crackles and even sparks a bit and then shuts off completely as it is barely still hanging on the wall. Solomon turns around and looks into the camera.) Solomon Cain: I’ve got to win this match Thursday, because I have got to face Skrabz again. I keep replaying that match over and over again in my head, and I keep watching it over and over again, and I know that nine times out of ten I’m going to beat him. You caught me slipping Skrabz. You caught me when my head wasn’t in the game, and quite frankly you caught me at my softest. I let too many things cloud my head. I let to many people get close to me. I changed, and it wasn’t for the better. I have worn this armor my entire life, and I began to think that I didn’t need it any more, that I could allow other in and I could allow others to see the real me, but I was wrong. You mother*ckers done f*cked around and turned me back into the old me though. The crown you wear on your head and that championship you wear around your waist Skrabz, well those double as targets. Thursday night, at Magnus arena, I’m going to be shooting the whole place up to earn my shot at you again Skrabz. After I drop Tyke, Bullet, and Hamilton, I’ll be coming for you. I won’t be packing a nine though Skrabz, oh no. I’ll be driving a tank, and I’m going to drive that son of a b*tch through your front door. I have to start with three other people though Skrabz, so you’ll get a good idea of what is coming for you before I get there. Tyke Index, Bullet, and Samantha Hamilton, I’d say that I feel sorry for you three but I really don’t give a sh*t about you three so I won’t bat an eye at what is going to happen to you three at Throw Down. You three are standing in my way, you are trying to take something from me, and I only answer signs of aggression with even more intense aggression. (Solomon walks to the small table where the stereo is, and under the table is a small refrigerator. Solomon bends down and opens the door of the refrigerator which is half full of beer, and the other half water. Solomon takes a bottle of water out and twist the lid open.) Skrabz has a big target on his head, but so do I. Going into this match I’ve been making a lot of noise here in Mile High and I’m the hottest kid on the block. Samantha, Tyke, and Bullet are already established names here. Bullet and Samantha were already big deals when I got here, and apparently Tyke Index was a big deal in HCW and came in here with a big name as well. I on the other hand have been carving a name out for myself, and writing that name with the blood of my opponents. I’ve had five matches as a professional, and one of them has been for the Mile High championship…the only one that I have lost. I’ve lifted my name up and made a name for myself by beating the sh*t out of everyone that has stepped in my path. Thus, I have a target on my head going into this match. Samantha Hamilton has already been popping off about me, and I’ve got a feeling it’s more than just my names she wants on her lips. If I didn’t know any better I’d think that Samantha has a crush on me. Talking about how she’s been wanting to get into the ring with me since she saw me in Mile High. You’ve had your eye on me since I came to Mile-High. I really appreciate it Samantha, but I’m not into dudes. See, Samantha I know you have a fighting spirit and love to be in control. That’s why you are a clear dominatrix…well that and your obvious submissive b*tch boy Joseph Hunter. That, and the way you are into death matches, clearly you are into bondage and S&M. I’m sure you have been eye baling me, because you know that I am the kind of man you need that can rough you up. I’m sure you get tired of dominating Joseph, with his baby smooth body and that you urn for a real man like myself to grab you and have his way with you. Well Samantha I am going to grab you and have my way with you, but not in the way that you want. I’m going to treat you just like I have Rock and Roll God, Ripley, Snake Bite, Skrabz, and just like I will Bullet and Tyke Index and that is with extreme force. I’m going to go full force at all three of you and bring all three of you to a world of pain you never even knew existed. After that, well you can kick that b*tch boy Joseph Hunter to the curve and come be with a real man (Solomon chuckles to himself a bit and shakes his head as he take a long drink of the water.) Speaking of b*tch boys, let’s talk about Tyke Index.Tyke index, I mean what can I say about this guy that hasn't been said about him, or that he hasn't already said about someone else. Tyke has a big mouth, and surprisingly can back it up most of the time. Most of the time. Tyke won't be able to back up anything he says about me, which must be why he is keeping my name out of his mouth. Tyke is smart enough to know that he doesn't want this problem. I'm not calling Tyke a coward. Tyke went after the real President of the Maidens, in RJ Mitchell, you know the real president, not the Gerard Ford style president Bullet. Tyke wasn't afraid of those b*tchs, and he wasn't afraid of her man Forge either. I think the hatred for Forge and the love of skiing some white slopes is the only thing Tyke and I have in common. Tyke isn't a big man, and even though he was a giant b*tch, Forge towered over Tyke, but Tyke didn't give a sh*t and wasn't scared one bit. So yeah, I'm not calling Tyke a coward, but that doesn't mean I'm impressed by him. It's easy for an idiot who is stoned out of his mind to be confident. I guess Tyke is sobered up right now, because he has been either too afraid or too smart to be going in on me. Tyke knows, just like everyone who has stepped into the ring with me knows, that I am the baddest motherf*cker in Mile High Wrestling. Tyke may not even show up Thursday, because he is the only one with enough brains to know better than to step to me. (Solomon tips the water bottle up again and quickly drinks what is left in two gulps. Solomon crushed the empty bottle and throws it into a small trashcan that sits beside the table. Solomon walks back over to the curl bar and picks it up and begins his curls again.) When I referred to the Gerald Ford style president, I'm sure that went over everyone's head. It's sad that people don't even know the history of their own country. So, I'll drop some knowledge for everyone and explain what I mean. Gerald Ford because President when Richard Nixon resigned from office in the middle of his term. So, that makes Bullet Gerald Ford, only becoming president because the real president RJ Mitchell quit in the middle of her reign of power over the maidens. Goes to show once again that Bullet is second best, just like her championship she holds. Funny they call you Bullet, when you are nothing more than a shell. A shell of the true leader of the Maidens and a shell of a champion. (Solomon finishes his set of curls and places the bar back down on the ground. He shakes his arms, trying to get the blood that is packed into his biceps to move throughout his arms.) Bullet, it looks like everyone in the Mile High front office has already penciled you in as the winner. The marketing department as plastered your face all over the promotional material for the new pay per view, and they are ready to strap a rocket to you in hopes of your carrying Mile High to new heights. Well I hate to be the one to burst theirs and yours...who am I kidding I love being the one to do it, but you are not going to win this match Bullet. I can say that because I am going to make sure that you don't win by picking you upside down and dropping you on your head, making you as burnt out as Tyke. As much as everyone in the office wants to make Bullet the face of Mile High it isn't happening, I won't allow it. Rather anyone likes it or not, they have to admit that I am the face of Mile High Wrestling. Solomon Cain is the most talked about man in Mile High. Look at my record, I have dominated everyone I stepped into the ring against, I main evented the first pay per view Mile High holds after I make my debut. Mile High can try and hold back my merchandise, they can try and bury me and my accomplishments, they can try and deny me all they want, but the top spot in Mile High is rightfully mine and I will take it by any means necessary, including by force. I get it, I really do. I'm not the prettiest face, and I'm not the most politically correct person. But, what I am is the baddest motherf*cker not only in Mile High but walking the face of the planet. The office can push Bullet, they can push Samantha, they can push sky, and we all know how much they love Skrabz and want Skrabz to be the man forever, but I'm a dream crusher. I will shatter all the hopes and dreams of Bullet, Samantha, Tyke, the front office, and most certainly I will shatter the hopes and dreams of Skrabz. (Solomon squats down and grabs the curl bar and stands up. Solomon begins curling the weights again.) You know why I like to piss people off so much? It shows there weakness. Letting someone get inside of your head and make you lose your train of thought is a weakness. It shows that you are not mentally tough. It looks like I have broken through to you Bullet. I've made you shake and tremble with rage...how pathetic you are. Simple minded and weak, no wonder you make such a good follower Bullet. This sport is as much mental as it is physical, hell that is the truth with combat. I say a few words about you being a dirty gash, and call your riding buddy a dude and look at how mad you get. Train your brain Bullet, not just your body. How can you expect to beat me when you can't even think straight and all you see is red? This sh*t isn't cheekers, it's chess. I'm smarter than the average biker, and smarter than the average wrestler. I don't have a fancy degree, sh*t who need a forty thousand dollar piece of paper when books are free? I'm street smart and book smart, I have what you call street knowledge. Educated on the streets since birth, and got the book smarts by being a loner and doing time on the inside. People think I just sit around crying about how no one loves me, they think I cry about lost love, they think I drowned myself in alcohol and drugs, but you people don't know sh*t about me. I'm a fighter. I've been fighting my entire life. When you have to fight for something to eat so you aren't up all night with hunger pains, when you've had to fight for money to keep a roof over your head, and when have to fight for your life every day that you open your eyes, then you can question me and my toughness. I've spent my entire life fighting, and I'll be fighting until the day I die. Thursday night I'll fight for a chance to face Skrabz, and I will do anything to win that match. So, I must ask Bullet, Tyke, Samantha....are you three willing to do whatever it takes to win this match? I will not stop fighting as long as there is breathe in my lungs, so if you want to beat me then you are going to have to kill me. (Solomon finishes his last reps of curls and drops the curl bar on the floor.) Are you three willing to go to those lengths? Are you three willing to lay everything you have on the line, including your lives? I am. I am willing to destroy each and every one of you to win, and then I will do the exact same thing to Skrabz. I fight, and I will fight...until death. (Fade out.) |
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Post by Bullet on Sept 5, 2018 23:34:00 GMT -6
Off-Camera
Wednesday
September 5, 2018
The Luxor
Paradise, Nevada
10:30 AM PDT
Gambling is something people who come to Las Vegas to do. It’s just a part of the allure of the city. People of all ages come to Las Vegas with the idea that they’re going to enjoy themselves by risking whatever they brought with them and possibly even things they did not on a few games of chance, hoping that they will strike it rich in the process. Most leave just happy they have not put themselves and their entire family into the poorhouse.
For somebody like Jackie “Bandit” Layton, gambling was almost a second job. She had always found that she had a knack for playing cards and playing the slots. She might not win big, but she tended to win steadily and enough that the places she was playing in would do what they could to keep her playing. She was what they would refer to as a whale because she was flush with cash and was looking to make it rain so that everybody had a chance at getting wet in the process. Well known in the casino industry, both she and her mother were almost always treated like royalty when they arrived because of the chance that they might play giant hands at a table.
For somebody like Bandit’s childhood friend, long time running buddy, fellow Shieldmaiden and girlfriend, Alex “Bullet” Carbajal, gambling was the family business in that her father had worked for the house side of things all her life and her mother had worked there as well at times. Gambling wasn’t something she thought of as being for fun, it was what paid for the bills because, as had been drummed into her head for as long as she could remember, in the end, the house always wins.
Now, as Bullet stands on the gaming floor of the Luxor watching Bandit at work at a poker table, the Shieldmaiden Vice President can’t help but smile. She knew how much Bandit loves doing this and since their other girlfriend, Angelique “Angel” LeRoux, was here to watch her as well, Bandit was almost putting on a show of their benefit, especially since she knew she didn’t have much time left before they all had to go back to their condo, collect Joseph “Orion” Hunter and head out to the airport to go to Denver for the next Thursday Night Throwdown. She checks her phone and fires off a message to Orion’s girlfriend, Bandit’s tag team partner, Samantha “Tiatness” hamilton, a message reminding her to go to Denver and not Las Vegas for the show the next day. As she looks up from her phone, the smile fades from her face at the sight of a man named Gino Leija approaching her.
Gino Leija: ¿Quiubo, Parce?
Bullet just stares through gritted teeth at the sight of the man.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Malparido...
Gino simply stands there smirking as Bullet quickly moves him away from the other two Shieldmaidens and other prying eyes.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: What do you want?
Gino shrugs as if the answer should be obvious.
Gino Leija: Salazar sent me.
She rolls her eyes, crossing her arms in disgust.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Cómo no!
Gino’s smirk only grows with this answer. His enjoyment was only going to make things worse and he knew it and yet, there it was on full display anyway.
Gino Leija: You don’t sound happy to see me, Aleja…
Bullet’s hand shoots up, an angry index finger practically poking him in the chest at the usage of her old childhood nickname in certain circles.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Do not call me that, Gino!
He raises his hands, almost backing up in protest.
Gino Leija: Touchy, touchy…
She folds her arms again, this time moreso out of defiance than anything else.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: What do you want?
Gino shrugs playfully, his hands remaining where they were in the hopes of keeping Bullet at least relatively calm.
Gino Leija: You mean I can’t just…
Bullet shoots him a look that could cut glass to stop him right there.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: No, you cannot just want to say hello to an old friend because there is no such thing here! You and I are not friends, Gino. We have never been friends and we will probably never be friends. So…
Gino shrugs, still smirking playfully.
Gino Leija: Even if I’ve brought you and Jack there some fun.
Bullet just stares at him as if he’s spit on her mother.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Hijueputa!
His hands shoot back up higher.
Gino Leija: Whoa, Aleja…
Bullet moves in closer to him, anger radiating off of her.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I told you not to call me that! What the hell do you want, Gino? We are not here looking to party! We are just here letting Jack have a little fun before we have to go to Denver tonight, so what do you want?
Gino shrugs.
Gino Leija: Perhaps I should go ask Jack and…
He glances over at Angel and nods in her general direction.
Gino Leija: Angelique, isn’t it?
The smile on his face looks like it can’t get any bigger and yet somehow does as Bullet glares through him.
Gino Leija: Perhaps I should go gauge their level of interest in…
Bullet’s glare takes on an almost violent hue to it.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: This is not funny, Gino, what are you doing here?
Gino starts to shrug playfully again and Bullet nods pointedly to him crossing her arms across her chest again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Really?
Gino remains silent and Bullet shakes her head. Her arms drop and starts to storm off but something stops her and forces her to turn back and face her cousin’s henchman.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: There is no way you just came here thinking you could flash a little snow and get a group grope going so what are you doing here?
The smile flashes irritation.
Gino Leija: Salazar sent me to check up on you. It has not escaped anyone’s attention that you are seemingly turning yourself into a lightning rod, Aleja. Usurping your…
Bullet crosses her arms again in both annoyance and defiance.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: When will you all get it through your thick skulls? I am in the same position in this club that I was in before wrestling! The only that has changed is that now I am the patch with longest tenure currently employed by Mile High Wrestling and the only officer there. Of course I am the front woman there! But back home, I am still second-in-command the president’s word still comes in over mine! Her husband is still my dayjob boss and I am taking nothing from either of them!
Gino nods slowly.
Gino Leija: And do they and everybody else agree with that?
Bullet glances back to her girlfriends and then turns her focus completely onto Gino.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Why are you the babysitter, Gino? Why could Salazar not simply ask after me himself?
Gino shrugs.
Gino Leija: Perhaps he did not wish to be seen in public this far west with you. Two time zones, Aleja, that is a rather large leap for him to trail after you just to see if the rumors were true.
Bullet just stares through him.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: What rumors?
Gino nods to Bandit and Angel.
Gino Leija: That you were on a personal recruiting trip.
Bullet’s mouth falls open in irritated shock, seemingly incredulous that this thought was even put forward.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And who have I supposedly recruited to the Maidens, Gino? I did not recruit Sam, I did not present the idea of the last two prespects getting patched in. I did not recruit any of the Irish or Bruiser and I did not recruit Jade, so who have I supposedly been recruiting over my president’s head?
Gino nods slowly, the smirk drifting away.
Gino Leija: They were just rumors.
Bullet shakes her head in disbelief.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You are worse than the old ladies and their sewing circles. They believe anything that they hear from the other old ladies regardless of how ludicrous it is and so do you. The Shieldmaidens are perfectly fine and open for business and I cannot believe I am forced to constantly explain this to people of your ilk.
Gino shrugs, snickering awkwardly.
Gino Leija: Some of us are just that good at getting information from you.
Bullet glances at her watch.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Excpt, what have you gotten from me you did not already know?
Gino does not answer immediately and Bullet nods forcefully to him.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: As you said, nothing happens on the streets you do not see so what have you gotten from me that you did not already know? What did you get from this little test aside from being on my last nerve, as they say?
Gino bows theatrically.
Gino Leija: My apologies, Aleja, you are a rock.
Bullet just stares at him, many thoughts coursing through her head all at once.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: See that you remember that and tell Salazar, everything is fine and i will talk to him after the match tomorrow night.
Gino nods, seemingly satisfied with this answer.
Gino Leija: Good luck in your fight.
Bullet nods slowly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Now, if you will excuse me, I need to go collect my winnings from the table.
She turns and walks over towards Bandit and Angel, both of them having stepped away from the table.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Caremonda…
The three women nod to each other and walk away.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Next stop, Denver…
On-Camera
Wednesday
Sheraton Denver Downtown Hotel
Room 406
Denver, Colorado
9:30 PM MDT
The camera opens on Alex “Bullet” Carbajal sitting in her Denver hotel room, barefoot and dressed in a pair of black jeans and a black Metallica t-shirt with the cover art to the album Ride The Lightning on it. Leaning forward in her chair, she stares at her laptop, scrolling down and shaking her head with increasing regularity as she goes.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Hijueputa!
She scrolls down a little more and her mouth falls open.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Hijueputa!
She shakes her head and sits back in the chair.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Qué pelota que es!
Exhaling forcefully, Bullet shakes her head and knock her fist on the table next to the computer.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Just what we need...
She stands up and turns away from the computer, shaking her head in disgust as she goes.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: As if there were not already enough arrogant, entitled…
She shakes her head incredulously.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Where do they keep finding these caremondas?
Looking into the camera, Bullet just shakes her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I will never understand why the management continues to hire so many of the same thing over and over again. You already have a Skrabz, a Tyke Index, a Solomon Cain, you really need another entitled carechimba?
She starts to ask some more but stops herself and waves the question off dismissively.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Considering what the others say…
Shaking her head in disgust, Bullet stares into the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We have been through this before and neither Tyke Index nor Solomon Cain seem to be capable of noticing something. Sam and I have already had to fight each other the way you both seem to think we will not and we threw down on each other. We have answered that question already, at Rise In Phoenix with the inaugural Phoenix Championship on the line...
She nods slightly, her hands extending out as if getting ready to plead for answers and understanding.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Are we willing to go to lengths to defeat each other?
Again, she nods, this time pointedly, her hands moving back down to her sides.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Yes, we are. We went at it in a ladder match and did things to each other that should have landed us legal problems but for the fact that they were all perfectly legal under that match’s stipulations. We went at it tooth and nail and I would wager we will be ready to do it again no matter what condition everyone is in going into this match. We know Tyke will not be thinking clearly since he never is and we know Solomon will be…
She looks away as she ponders this and then shrugs as if the answer is obvious.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Probably pulling his own pud still in thinking that he has everything all figured out while he pisses more of his talent away.
She claps her hands together, right over left, the back of her right hand tapping the palm of her left.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: That is the saddest thing about both you! Both Tyke Index and Solomon Cain should be big deals and should be seen as making their marches to greatness. You are both physically gifted men and yet you both sit there and lecture people on being mentally strong while you spend your time doing things that pretty much prove you would not know what that means even if it was explained to you the way it would need to be explained to a big dumb slobbering dog!
She reaches over and grabs a duffel bag, picking it up and placing it on the bed beside her.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You say you had a championship match in your fifth match and that’s why you are just so much better than everyone else…
She nods slowly as she unzips the bag.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Great, good for you and how did that shot go for you?
Reaching into the bag, she pulls the Mile High Wrestling Phoenix Championship belt from the opening.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Because, you see, I was in a championship match in my fifth ever match too.
She glances down and pats the belt with her right hand as she grips the leather with her left.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Right here in Mile High Wrestling and it was that damn ladder match I mentioned earlier.
She nods and then looks up to the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And the difference there would be the same what happened when I got my shot in the ring with Skrabz…
She tosses the belt onto the bag on the bed.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: It is the biggest difference between me and everyone else in this match. When I got my shot at gold, when i got my shot at Skrabz, I’m the one that did not miss!
She points over at the belt.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I won my title match and when it came to Skrabz, I did what you, Sam and everyone else in Mile High Wrestling failed to do! I put Skrabz down and I pinned him dead to rights! He said he would chew me up and spit me out and I made him choke on those words!
She nods forcefully and steps away from the bed.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: But that match also proved you have no idea what you were talking about when it comes to everything else too, Solomon! You see, you said pissing me off was a good thing but every other time somebody has pissed me off, that was not a good thing. Chris Mosh, Azurine Vebbins, Skrabz, they all thought like you too, Solomon and all it got them was knocked the fuck out!
She glances down and shakes her head in disgust and anger.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You both talk like because the others are no longer here that they do not exist. It has been brought up by both Tyke, Solomon and others inside and outside Mile High Wrestling…
Her gaze snaps back up, fire pulsating in her eyes.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Well get this through all of your thick skulls! Clean the shit from your ears and listen! I am not now nor have I ever been the President or Acting President of the Shieldmaidens. I am not seeking the gavel and I do not need the gavel. I am the Vice President, just as I was when I arrived here and I do not see that changing any time soon. Our president is a strong woman who does need to answer to you or anyone else but you had better learn quickly that you will both answer to Sam and to me for the words coming from your mouths!
She points angrily, accusingly into the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Tyke, you need to take her name out of your mouth!
She turns slightly to the ring, her finger stabbing the air all over again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: and Solomon, you need to learn that the only Gerald Ford in Mile High Wrestling is you because you are the one in this match without having done anything to actually have been voted in based on accomplishments. You got here by taking a short cut and because the one who was supposed to get that shot was not available anymore!
She nods in acknowledgement.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: On the one hand, congratulations for making something happen and on the other, congratulations for proving you did not deserve it by pissing it away almost as quickly as you received it. Talk all you want about how the company seems to be getting behind me. I have a championship I have successfully defended and a win over the big dog that says you are damn right they are getting behind me. I earned that spot!
Her right hand waves out, flicking at the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: What have you done but be handed one shot, piss it away and then get handed another chance without so much as a single match in between?
She shrugs as if waiting for the answer that will never come.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: If anyone is getting the rocket up the ass “push,” it is you and I wonder, what happens to you if you miss another shot?
She nods, shrugging as she does so.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I mean, the others of us in this match…
She lifts one finger and starts counting off the list.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: If I lose, I am still Phoenix Champion and I am still on that posted the whole world has seen trying to draw a house in Las Vegas.
A second finger lifts.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: If Sam loses, she is still own half of the Tag Team Champions and the only person in Mile High Wrestling to have claimed more than one championship here.
A third finger rises.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And if Tyke loses, he can just continue to spout whatever illogical shit comes into his brain from all the drugs and alcohol he likes and continue to “play the bad guy” as he has been since his arrival here, even though…
She nods, the three fingers all falling back to their natural positions.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: He is not really playing so much as living that saying, “In vino veritas,” allowing his true self to be revealed and then blaming it on the very thing that revealed it in the first place.
She nods again, this time with slightly more stink on it.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: So what happens if you miss this shot too, Solomon? What happens when Sam and I walk into that ring and show the world that all your talk is just that because so far, you have done noen of the things you said you would do. You have broken no one’s dreams, you have outworked and outfought no one!
She waves angrily.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Hell, you did not have to fight anyone to get where you were! All of that talk of, “Oh, I have fought my whole life.”
She claps sarcastically.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Congratulations again, pelota, so have the other three of us in this match! So has Azurine Vebbins, Skrabz, Jansen Myrrh and damn near everyone else in Mile High Wrestling! It does not make you special to say you have fought your entire life. In fact, it makes it sound like you are desperately trying to convince everyone else that you are more than just some random long hair who got lucky that the spot that was available when you rolled in was with the big dog and you just happened to be the meaty bone they could throw him to keep him on Good Time!
Her chin drops to her chest and she shakes her head in anger. Her hands ball into fists and she nods to herself before looking back up into the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You bet your sweet ass Sam and I are going to come in there and work together. We would be stupid to do otherwise when we can see the two men in this match both think they can just roll over us lowly womenfolk. Sam and I are going to roll into this match and we are going to show you, that locker room, that office, everyone in that arena and everyone else around the world that no one can touch uis! We are no one’s pawns, we lay down for no one! We will walk to that ring and do our best to rid ourselves of you and then, when the time comes, we will do things to each other that will make everyone left watching ask how we could possibly do that to our own sister!
She nods and then points at the belt on her bag.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Sam, you and I showed the world once, let us do this again! We walk to the ring, we bring down Coke Mountain, we send the Lost Child screaming for his mother and then we show the world why the Shieldmaidens do not die easy, we just die bloody!
The camera zooms in on her a little tighter.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Thursday Night Throwdown…
A little tighter still.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Number one contendership to the World Championship...
The camera zooms in to frame her face.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Now we make you go down bloody too!
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2018 0:03:03 GMT -6
††† Parental and NSFW Advisory †††
††† Scenes will contain Violence of a graphic nature, Foul Language and Adult Content. †††
††† You've been warned. ††† 5th September, 2018
21:48 PM
Denver, Colorado
Exact Location: Sheraton Denver Downtown Hotel (Room 216)
Status: Off-Camera Sam wakes up with a start. She’d been back in the States for … a few hours, perhaps? Upon looking around, Joseph chuckles and looks over towards Sam. ”I figured you needed the sleep, so ---””I’m not late, am I?!”Joseph grimaces, but shakes his head from side to side. ”You don’t need to rush yourself, you know?””Honestly? Yeah. I think I might need to. But thanks for the concern and all.”As Sam hastily stands up and begins changing into fresher clothing, Joseph stares for a few moments before hesitantly asking. ”How are you feeling?””A bit sore. Nothing horribly new, though. Just in why. It’s only been from the more usual matches. Death ones? Nah.”As Sam finishes changing, Joseph helps her sit down. She begins to protest, only to be stopped by one of Joseph’s fingers pushing against her lips. ”At least wait. Give yourself enough time to wake up and properly recover. Gather your thoughts. We have time. Relax.” A deep breath elicits from Sam as she leans her head against Joseph, slowly closing her eyes. Without saying a word, he gently holds Samantha against him, helping her listen to his own advice as the two enjoy the brief peace surrounding them.
5th September, 2018
23:07 PM
Denver, Colorado
Exact Location: A few blocks away from the Sheraton Denver Downtown Hotel, in an abandoned alleyway
Status: On-Camera ”Enough is fucking enough! As of now, I’m enforcing this new policy for myself. Unless I’m speaking or near a fellow Dragon, Maiden, or any friend of said members, everyone else can FUCK OFF!”The camera reveals Sam leaning against an empty alleyway. Her body is very, very visibly trembling. New cuts adorn her whole body, but it’s obvious her right arm and forehead took the worst as far as damage goes. Sam shakily lifts her right arm, allowing the camera to zoom up. While doing so, we also see another reason she’s speaking loudly - aside from being thoroughly pissed - is she has earbuds in her ears. Meaning she’s effectively speaking over whatever music she’s listening to. If only to avoid being arrested for disturbing the peace, the volume is … tolerable enough to keep her from getting into any major trouble. But certain bits and pieces of the songs playing on her MP3 player can still be heard. ”A kenzan board. In English or layman’s terms, basically a pin cushion. This probably looks like a nice advantage, doesn’t it?”A smug smirk spreads over her face as she shakes her head firmly from side to side. ”So I’m still not good enough? Don’t wanna win this bad enough? That's really what you boys believe, huh? Think whatever the fuck you two want! I’m gonna give you both one hell of a wake-up call and show you that even with wounds like this …”She then points the newer cuts, particularly adorning her forehead, out before resuming. ”Or these that I can still defy odds, no matter how large or stacked they may seem against me.” She nods, this time in the affirmative. ”Yeah. You two are hearing me right. I’m talking to you disgraceful excuses of ‘men’, or what I should be able to refer to as such. If being a ‘man like Skrabz’ translates to sinking to degrees like you guys are ... “ Sam visibly grimaces at the thought. ”Then I can be damn glad that Joseph is adamant on refusing to follow in those footsteps. Because I wouldn’t want a man like that! In fact, while we’re on the subject of my lover, you both can fuck off. Who cares what he looks like?! Who cares if he doesn’t have a hairy chest or not?! He’s already proven himself against you Tyke. So already, he’s more of a man than you’ll ever be. Whether you wanna count that as him being stronger or just an overall better individual … I don’t care. But he has defeated you, like it or not!” Her arms cross over her chest. ”May as well finish what I start, so I’ll keep talking to you, Tyke. You … you disappoint me the most. Because, you’re right. I want to care about you. But when you go and talk shit about me?! How can you expect me to try to be respectful to you?! HOW?!”Tears sting her eyes as Sam’s body shakes harder. ”No, we haven’t fought before now. But goddamnit, Tyke! You’ve SEEN me in action! You KNOW I’m competent! In case you fucking forget, it was ME who won the Pure Championship after YOU WERE TAKEN OUT OF COMMISSION! And you stayed out for a while. A week, several. Something like that. Point being … I won that for you! You even asked if I could do it in your honor. AND I FUCKING DID! And this .. this is what you repay me with?! LIES AND SLANDER?!” The Titaness pulls her hand back, growling in wrath as she slams a clenched fist against the wall behind her. ”¡Hijueputa! You ….ohhhhh! And then … you try to say we - the Shieldmaidens - can’t or won’t do anything?!”At this, Samantha laughs darkly. ”You know, if we’d heeded this stupid ass tweet way back when, I’d be inclined to agree with you.”Reaching into her pocket, she pulls her phone out, turning it around after showing the tweet in question. ”Had we decided to up and quit in solidarity with RJ, Widow, and Forge, then yes. You’d probably be right. But we … have done anything BUT that! In fact, to make up for our loss, we found other allies to aid us out. WE’RE SHIELDMAIDENS, YOU GODDAMN PRICK! UNLIKE YOU, YOU STUPID COWARD, WE HAVE A GODDAMN BACKBONE, SPINE, WHATEVER YOU WANNA CALL IT! AND WE! WILL! GET INTO THE RING WITH YOU AND CAIN AND FIGHT LIKE HELL TO BEAT YOU BOTH!” Finally, a sadistic smirk appears on her lips. ”In fact, if I can get my way, not only will me and Bullet beat you two, but I’ll figure SOME way to have us double pin one of you fuck faces. I’ve seen it before, so it IS doable. Just really fucking rare. Forgoing that borderline impossible option? I’ll be content to ensure ONLY a Shieldmaiden proceeds onward to dethrone Skrabz. Even that would be more than satisfactory with me.
“As for why I don’t indulge in cocaine? It’s not to hide from the truth. See, that’s what people like YOU tend to use it for. To get away, to escape from the harsh reality. Me? I don’t do that shit. The main reason, really, is even simpler; I just don’t like the shit. Never have, never will. But if you want another reason? Because I have nothing to hide from. NOTHING! Zip, zilch, nada, not a motherfucking thing!” Taking a few deep breaths and working on trying to regain her composure, Sam stays silent until she feels confident being able to speak again. ”If me coming back here, despite being really fucking wounded, isn’t enough proof I want this … then riddle me this. Why am I second in the rankings? If I didn’t care about ANYTHING, let alone my wrestling performance, wouldn’t I be lower? Yes, yes I would. In fact, not only do I have the second best record, I’m the only other person aside from Skrabz whose victories are in the double digits. Let that sink in through your thick skulls.” Sam reaches down again, this time pulling off a hair tie from around her wrist as she begins pulling her hair in a tight ponytail. ”Granted, neither of you have been here nearly as long as me. Okay. Fair point. So, let’s replace that with something more valid, shall we? How many titles have either of you held while wrestling for Mile High?” The Titaness moves her head from side to side. ”None. Truth hurts, doesn’t it … Tyke? Solomon? Me? I’ve held all of the belts save for the one we’re about to fight for at least once. And my resolve, my determination, my ambition are exactly the reason I was able to get this.”The camera lowers, revealing the Tag Title around her waist. ””Another thing you should know, Index. I don’t usually bother with pairing up or cooperating with anyone else. My best work has typically been by myself. But that has changed since becoming a Shieldmaiden. And unfortunately for this company? It’s been working out for me, and against basically everyone else attempting to keep us from reclaiming what was rightfully ours to begin with.”Another pause as Sam begins tapping her feet along to the beat of her music. ”I didn’t have to help Bandit, you know? I could have pulled a Snakebite and backstabbed her. Maybe even done so literally and hit her over the head with a steel chair. Exactly like how he did to me. But I didn’t. Why not?”Her eyes roll. ”Should be pretty fucking obvious; because we’re not using one another! We’re family! Not by blood, no! But we CARE about one another! We fucking help one another out! Another part of why I took RJ’s offer to become a Maiden up is simple. I could see their loyalty to one another. That genuine sort of emotion? It’s really fucking hard to come by, especially in this business. I know that first hand. But I have been with them … “Sam pauses, nodding after a few seconds. ”For about two months now. And not one day has gone by where I’ve regretted accepting and earning my cut. I’ll repeat that once more. Not. One. Day.” Her eyes close as she resumes speaking. ”Your turn, Solomon. You know what else I remember about you?”Her hazel orbs come back into view. ”I very, very perfectly recall that you kept trying to beg and demand for Forge, in particular, to respect you. You kept going on and on about insisting you’d beat it into everyone you faced, in fact. So why is that when I actually try to give you some, you just shove it back into my face? Hmmm?” Sam walks a bit closer towards the camera, leaning forward so only her face is in the frame. ”Did you finally realize you never actually gave a fuck about respect to begin with? Or are you just another goddamn hypocrite?”The Titaness lowers and turns her head. Though it isn’t seen, the sound of her spitting on the ground is heard. ”If it is B, just be smart and don’t tell me. Because I’m already intending to come into the ring and use this anger as a weapon. And that’ll happen regardless of whether you keep the answer to that rhetorical inquiry to yourself or not. Just know if you’re stupid enough to confess, I’m gonna purposely make the already inevitable beating all the more worse for you.
“I don’t want this more than you. That’s what you said anyway.”Sam scoffs, snickers, and chuckles in a low, vicious tone. ”Say that to my face when we get in the ring. Just don’t be surprised if it results in me ripping your balls off. Because, for the first time in my career, I legitimately am seriously considering sneaking in that kinda move. I’ve taken great pride in avoiding them. But you … you really hit all the wrong buttons, boy. I’m not as great as you think?!”Her eyes narrow. ”If you wanna ignore the fact I’m ranked second for the most wins, fine. I can accept that. I don’t usually pay heed to those things anyway. So here’s something more important. Between the four of us, who has been in the most main events?”She points her left thumb at herself. ”Truth. I’m pretty fucking sure that, of everyone still active on the roster, I’ve been in the most main events, in fact. What’s that say about me?! It says I am good. Damn good. And before any of you try to stupidly say Rob’s playing favorites, here’s another riddle for ya dumb fucks. How’d he put me in this week’s match when he was at home? Recuperating, I might add?” Her head shakes as she scoffs. ”Simple. He didn’t. That was likely a decision made by Angel and-slash-or Katrina. So even they understand I deserved this chance, this opportunity. Still think I don’t want this? Didn't earn it? However the fuck you wanna say it?” Sam takes advantage of this pause to roll her shoulders a few times, as well as stretch her body out. ”If you really wanna keep thinking stupid shit like that … then you’re both the biggest idiots I’ve met.”Her eyes soften slightly as she sighs … and shifts whom the next words are directed to. ”Mi hermana … lo siento. It’s no secret that only one of us will probably come out as the winner. I’d love for us to both win. I mean, why the fuck not? The very first fight for the Mile High Championship was a Triple Threat. I don’t see why it couldn't be done again. But … I’m not counting on that. It feels like one of those instances where history wouldn’t repeat again, unfortunately. So … there’s a good chance one of us will have to lose.”A frustrated sigh passes her lips. ”That being said, I’m not changing my mind nor taking my words back. I do intend to come in there with every fucking ounce of strength I can muster. While I don’t intend to hit you with the same fury I’m showing now, you may get hit in the crossfire, so to speak. So I’m getting that apology outta the way now. Know that whatever may come from me, it wasn’t intended for you. Nor to be as harsh as it’ll probably land. But …” Sam’s eyes narrow once more. ”These hijueputas wanted to piss me off. They wanted a war. Well, mission a-fucking-ccomplished. They’re gonna get that and much more than they bargained for; the dumb fucks.”As Fall Out Boy’s “The Phoenix” begins playing, Sam abruptly rips one of the scabs off her arm, helping in some of her blood falling freely. And when the lyrics actually start playing? She recites the first line out loud … with an added expletive. ”Put on your war paint, motherfuckers!” After gathering enough blood on her right index and middle fingers, she places two lines on both cheeks, literally heeding the words she just uttered. ”The moral of tomorrow night’s match? You get what you give. You fuckers disrespected and doubted me, so I’m gonna pay you both back. One hundred fold, if not more. There’s a reason the proverb ‘be careful what you wish for’ exists. You’ll both learn that first hand. I’ll see you all soon; Bullet, Tyke, and Solomon.” Her left arm shoots towards the now open wound and hastily covers it. Sam begins walking back to the hotel. Before she can give her signal to silently suggest she’s ready to have the promo finished, however, she turns around, stopping in her steps. ”One last thing. Enjoy that strap while ya still got it, Skrabz. Because I promise the moment me or Bullet come out as the winner, your reign will come to an end when we go to Sin City. No. Questions. Asked. And Jansen? Do not try to fuck with this match. I’ve been seeing you yip on and on about hinting you want gold. Fine by me. But not this strap. Fuck and no. If you dare try to ruin this though? I’ll murder you, just like I’m already fine with doing against Tyke and Solomon and - since it’s all metaphorical - Bullet also. So lest you wanna add yourself to that list … not a smart idea.”Finally, Sam gives Joseph a quick nod. Seconds after seeing the signal, the camera feed comes to a sudden end. |
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