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Post by Admin on May 26, 2019 10:32:40 GMT -6
 #1 Contendership Match
To The Mile High Wrestling Title
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal vs Azurine VebbinsRoleplay Limit: TWORoleplay Deadline: Sunday, June 9, 2019 @ 2AM Central |
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Post by azurinevebbins on Jun 1, 2019 4:05:05 GMT -6
Back To Unfinished Business
A riant redhead rhumbas towards the grill on her lovely lanai. She’s all smiles, barefoot, and draped in a lavender LuluVin sarong. By all accounts, this appears to be “The Adorkable Angel” Azurine Vebbins preparing promotional material for Mile High Wrestling. “Da Damsel in Dat Dress” gently grills something savory for her wife while letting out three singsong sighs. Her Camerasphere VRD or Video Recording Device blinks on as she commences candid communication with her chanters.
Azurine Vebbins: Gorgeous greetin’s from Mile High Wrestlin’s most holiday-obsessed housewife! Wheder you had a monumental Memorial Day, blessed Burger Day, pleasant Paperclip Day, majestic Mint Julep Day, and/or a marvelous Macaroon Day...it has been quite da week for reflection. And yes, da National Paperclip Day for Wednesday caught me off-guard, too. Den again, I wasn’t certain how many of my chanters consume Coq au Vin. It is French chicken braised in wine after all. Decided goin’ wid da ordinary option might be more relatable, right? Right.
Tried tapin’ dis Tuesday and if it wasn’t one din’ it was anoder. A. Da grill would not light. 2. I could not locate da burgers. C. Despite what I wanted to grill, my oratory did not have dat au-den-tic Azzy flavor. Tonight, dough, every-din’ is clickin’ on all cylinders. My dinin’ device hasn’t gone on da fritz. Placed four irresistible Impossible Burgers on da grate. Finally, I am findin’ dat fabulous frequency...dat ribald rhy-dim...for foxtrottin’ familiar foes up.
Vebbins flips over the Impossible Burgers so both sides of the patty are completely cooked. She barely blows on her frenzied fingertips as all five nails look to be recently polished.
Azurine Vebbins: Of course, Shieldmaiden sycophants will shout dat’s impossible. Dey believe Alex Carbajal’s waltzin’ away wid two titles. Meanwhile, yours truly shall be humbled, hobbled, and headed for hellacious hubris. To dat callous chorus, Azurine Vebbins is just some primped ponytailed ponygirl who should marinate in midcard mediocrity. A week from Sunday I intend to nullify dat noxious narrative.
What noxious narrative you might ask? Da on-goin’ oration dat whenever a major melee occurs Azurine Vebbins cannot capitalize. Despite winnin’ multiple championships elsewhere and defeatin’ top talent like Mile High Wrestlin’ Heavyweight Champion Skrabz as well as da rarely wrangled Tyke Index, detractors consider dem anomalies.
Azurine flips the burger patties a couple more times to make sure there’s char marks. She blows the fingertips of her other five digits as a subtle, unspoken nod to National Nail Polish Day.
Azurine Vebbins: Subconsciously, dat explains why I prepared Impossible Burgers tonight. Deyr burgers appear as appetizin’ and terrific tastin’ as da traditional variety. However, dey are genuinely gimmicked from a separate source. Describes me to a tee given how I grapple differently. Extrapolatin’ dis linear logic fur-der, it’s what makes someone palatable as an alternative Phoenix Champion. Would also freshen up our feud since da Mile High faid-ful are unaware of how “Bullet” might react to bein’ dodged.
On Sunday, June 9 at “Mile High Spectacular” inside da Magness Arena, I have one last shot at dat deory. Dis is my one opportunity at gettin’ back to unfinished business. It’s time to earn dat waist halo. Fixed point blank, I can not afford anoder loss. I need to connect square wid my patented Pearly Gatekeeper and pin Alex’s shoulders down for da dree-count. In addition, I cannot get caught “Sweatin’ Bullets” or gettin’ struck by Dios Es Una Bala. Any deviation and “Bullet” grazes past me to retain da Mile High Wrestlin’ Phoenix Championship. One such deviation is her bein’ a complete choke artist...even if I find dose kind of holds quasi-legal. Snapmare out of it, Azzy, deyr’s da plausible possibility of victory. Focus on dat.
[The scene ends with Azurine Vebbins composing herself and bringing in the four Impossible Burgers for lunch.
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Post by Bullet on Jun 5, 2019 15:32:06 GMT -6
Tuesday, May 21, 2019
Shieldmaidens Clubhouse
Church Room
New Orleans, Louisiana
1:15 PM CDT
Church…
The word took on a special meaning in the world of the Shieldmaidens and the Chrome Dragons. This was the place where routine meetings took place on a regular basis, whether a full table was available or not. More times than not, at least one or two of the Shieldmaidens number was unavailable due to wrestling commitments, random personal matters or club business. Sometimes it was even a business matter that was for the dayjob many of them held at the Venom Ink tattoo and piercing parlor downstairs or in the Twisted Steel Garage next door.
Special emergency meetings in the middle of the day at Church didn’t happen often, but when they did, shockwaves usually followed, especially when it was just between the Club President, Robi Jean “RJ” Mitchell and Club Vice President Alex “Bullet” Carbajal.
Today, the two sat at the grand oak table and stare grimly at each other, both knowing the other is not going to have good news for them given the day’s subject matter.
Detective Marchand and his vendetta ride against the club.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: So, what do we know?
Bullet inclined her head and then sits forward in her chair.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I have intel from Tarasenko, from 30-30, from Salazar, from Marcos, from Julio and I even had Jack tell me from Hot Rod, they’ve all heard the same thing. Whatever Marchand is after, it’s all about you but no one knows why.
RJ’s eyes narrow. This was not good news at all.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: Have you heard this from anyone else in house?
Bullet shakes her head quickly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Just Jack, but I have not asked anyone else either. The Maguires have all been busy dealing with Bruiser’s injury. Crash N’ Burn were supposed to get back to me but they were not finished with their scans yet a few minutes ago.
RJ takes ina quick, sharp breath.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: I think we need to get Widow, Tibs and Queenie in here and see what they have, but if this is not contradicted…
Bullet nods grimly, almost sadly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I know…
Bullet stands and steps outside, returning in seconds with the other three Club Officers, Club Sgt-At-Arms Ophelia “Widow” Blaque, Club Treasurer Jocelyn “Tibs” Thibault and Club Secretary Lyall “Queenie” Laveau. The four women take their seats at the table and RJ nods to them.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: Alex and I were discussing the intel we’ve gotten on Marchand. She has five sources and one from Bandit that all say the same thing.
Tibs is quick to nod, eager to share.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: I heard back from Laviolette and Cherry Bomb. They said word was, it’s all on you.
Widow nods in similar fashion.
Ophelia "Widow" Blaque: I heard the same from my contacts. All three said you had really pissed him off somehow and it was his mission to take us down just to stick it to you.
Queenie nods, trying not to be as grim as the others seemingly were about things.
Leonie "Queenie" Laveau: I was just down with Crash N’ Burn and that’s what they’re finding too. He seems to have checked into everything about you and then expanded into us to find leverage points to use against you.
RJ’s right hand squeezes almost into a fist, stopping just short before opening back up again.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: Ok…
RJ goes silent for a second, the others all waiting for their marching orders. They all knew some had to be coming as there was no way RJ was just going to take this news lying down.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: What are you thinking?
After another long pause, RJ looks her vice president dead in the eyes.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: Nuclear option…
Bullet’s eyes go wide in shock. This was not what she had expected at all.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We really want to do this?
RJ shrugs.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: What choice do we have? He’s moved in on family, on children. He threatened almost all of us with whatever he thinks will be the sharpest knife and tried for blood. It’s only a matter of time before he goes to the big guns he’s hinted at. Then Corrie goes to jail, RJ, Jr. gets taken away, he goes after Widow’s son, goes for deporting you, Essie, Gata, Rynn, Sorsh, Banshee, Fi, possibly even Bandit if he really wants to play dirty. If we want to head that off…
Bullet sighs heavily, knowing what this means is about to happen. She closes her eyes and nods slowly to herself, steeling herself for the sonic boom they’re about to unleash. She opens her eyes and nods firmly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We need to get Angel and Essie in here to see if they are ready, especially since we have not actually voted the Mount Diablos over here yet.
Tibs frowns in confusion.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: Ghost would really give that up?
Bullet shrugs almost dismissively.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I think she should stay, they have a nice thing going but it’s not up to me.
RJ nods, waving her hand almost as dismissively as Bullet had just shrugged.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: Regardless, we need to do this for us, for the club, for the family…
Bullet nods, quickly turning to Tibs.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Tibs, go see if Angel is still in the next room. She and Essie were supposed to be talking family some in there.
Tibs leaves and within a minute, returns with the two women in question, Angelqie “Angel” Leroux and Essentia “Essie” Carbajal in tow.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: Please sit…
Both women do as bidden.
RJ nods to Bullet.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: So, given the Marchand situation, we need everyone to agree in here. If you have misgivings about the plan we’re about to propose, please speak now or forever hold peace.
All five women staring at her nod.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: Widow and I will give up our officer patches and put in with the Norns for a transfer to the Nomads. I will ask that the gavel goes to Alex.
Bullet nods, jumping in quickly before the questions start fast and furious.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Accordingly, I will nominate Angel as the new VP since she has experience as a Club President and can help me to make this transition go as smoothly as possible. I will also nominate Essie to be accepted as a transfer from Mount Diablo to NOLA and then to be the new Sgt-At-Arms given her experience in that role previously.
Stunned, Tibs turns to RJ.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: What happens when this is all over?
Bullet nods slightly towards RJ.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Then we cross that bridge when come to it. If things can go back to normal, we can realign again after.
RJ nods her agreement.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: We are not leaving, remember, we’re just stepping into a more flexible position where we can best serve the club.
Queenie sighs heavily.
Leonie "Queenie" Laveau: What happens if everybody isn’t down for this?
Bullet sits up straight, nodding gently.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Then we talk things out until we can all agree and come together. This is about circling wagons. We have been too wide open and exposed to his attack.
Again, RJ nods her agreement.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: This will help close that hole he’s been sneaking in.
Widow can’t help but nod her own agreement, adding it to the other two.
Ophelia "Widow" Blaque: Not to mention, give us a better shot at ending this before it gets really ugly.
Bullet nods and then gently turns to the other two women who have thus far remained silent.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Ange, Essie, ¿Qué piensas?
Angel exhales forcefully, yet understandingly.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: You are both certain?
RJ nods firmly.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: Yes.
Bullet nods just as firmly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Sí.
Looking just as taken off-guard as the others, Essentia nods in Widow’s direction.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: And you, Widow?
Widow nods firmly back.
Ophelia "Widow" Blaque: Yes.
Taking a second to ponder the situation, Angel nods.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: I’m in.
Taking what seems like forever, Essie finally nods her assent as well.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: Yo también.
RJ nods, smiling yet not quite happily.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: All those in favor?
All seven women raise their hands. RJ nods and Bullet quickly turns to Tibs.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Do we have a full table here?
Tibs shakes her head quickly.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: Bruiser’s laid up. Psycho, Banshee, Chaos and Fetch are with her at the hospital.
Queenie nods her agreement.
Leonie "Queenie" Laveau: Sam is…
Alex nods before Queenie can finish her statement. .
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We probably need to get in touch with her, possibly need the Twins to set up a call.
RJ nods knowingly.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: An hour, you think?
Bullet nods her agreement.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Probably.
An hour later…
The Shieldmaidens enter the Church room and fill in around the table. RJ stands at the head, her hands on the table, her head bowed almost as if saying a pre-meeting prayer. Filling in to her right, are Vice President Alex “Bullet” Carbajal, Club Treasurer Jocelyn “Tibs” Thibault, Club Road Captain Lyall “Lyric” Allen, Fianna “Fetch” Kenyon, an empty chair with a laptop sitting open to show Samantha “Titaness” Hamilton, Aerynn “Chaos” Maguire, Aoife “Banshee” Maguire and Zoya “Pebbles” Riis. To RJ left, sit Sgt-At-Arms Ophelia “Widow” Blaque, Club Secretary Leonie “Queenie” Laveau, Angelique “Angel” Leroux, Tanya “Crash” Christensen, Danya “Burn” Christensen, Jackie “Bandit” Layton, “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire and an empty chair where Becca “Bruiser” Maguire would be if she were not currently hospitalized with a leg injury. RJ looks up and nods to the group.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: Thank you for coming like this, especially to those that were watching over Bruiser and to Sam from Cali.
Fetch, Chaos, Psycho and Banshee all nod their acknowledgements as if it’s obvious they would be here when called. From her video screen, Sam nods in kind.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: Of course, what’s up?
RJ nods gravely to Bullet.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We’ve been getting intel from all over and we have eleven sources plus what Crash N’ Burn were able to learn that says the entire Marchand matter is a personal vendetta against RJ. We do not know what his endgame is and we do not know his true motivations, just that he is out to get her and intends to go through all of us to get to her because he believes it will hurt her more if he does this.
RJ nods again, just as gravely as before.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: So, we have a plan and therefore we have several orders of business on the agenda tonight. First up is that Essie…
She nods to the Colombian woman standing near the door.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: Has a standing request to transfer from the Mount Diablo Charter to the NOLA Charter. So, with a full table, we put it to the vote, yay or nay on accepting Essie’s request?
They go around the table, almost everyone smiling in near giddy anticipation.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Aye!
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: Aye!
Lyall "Lyric" Allen: : Hell yes!
Fianna "Fetch" Kenyon: Aye!
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: Aye!
Aerynn "Chaos" Maguire: Aye!
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Aye!
Zoya "Pebbles" Riis: Aye!
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye then!
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Aye!
Danya "Burn" Christensen: Aye!
Tanya "Crash" Christensen: Aye!
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: Aye!
Leonie "Queenie" Laveau: Aye!
Ophelia "Widow" Blaque: Aye!
RJ nods to the empty space near the empty chair set aside for Bruiser and Essie takes her place.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: Welcome to the NOLA Charter.
The other Maidens cheer as Essie takes her seat. RJ nods to herself, seemingly talking herself into what has to come next.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: Next order of business…
She sighs heavily and then looks to the table full of women, all of whom she has come to call sister. She swallows quickly and then nods one more time.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: Given the Marchand situation, the time has come for some drastic measures to be taken. This will be a dangerous mission and because of the suspected targeting, I must take it on. That is why…
Her right hand balls into a fist as her eyes close.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: That is why I have put in a request to Yseult…
She swallows hard again, almost unable to speak.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: To allow Widow and I to transfer to the Nomad Charter.
Aside from Bullet, Widow, Tibs, Lyric, Angel and Essie, every mouth falls open in shock.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: What?
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Lass?
RJ nods as everyone else starts to come out of their stunned silence at once.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: So I bring it to the table. Do you accept our nomination to take my place as NOLA Charter President…
She nods to Bullet.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: Alex “Bullet” Carbajal…
Taking a deep breath, RJ forces herself to continue.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: As Widow and I hand in our officer patches?
Everyone stares at their president in stunned disbelief.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You’re leaving us?
Unable to speak, RJ’s eyes remain slammed shut. Bullet nods and stands up.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: They need to be able to work in secret, away from the full table. It will not allow them to fulfill their duties, but they are NOT abandoning us. They are doing this FOR us. If Marchand is going to come after us all where it hurts, then they need to be able to do the same for him and they cannot do that trying to sit here with us. If they succeed, everything will be as it was with no problems should they wish it. We will also not abandon them to be martyrs for this cause. Those of you who work at Venom Ink, you will keep that place as it is FOR them. They are trusting all of us with their babies and we cannot let them down! We have talents and experience amongst us, we can do this. We can be who they need us to be to allow them to go out and do what they must for us! ¿Entiendes?
RJ nods slowly, her eyes remaining shut.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: All those in favor?
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Aye!
Tibs and Lyric quickly nod in unison.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: Aye.
Lyall "Lyric" Allen: : Aye.
Fetch stares at RJ and then looks to Bullet before nodding slowly.
Fianna "Fetch" Kenyon: Aye!
On her video screen, Sam still looks stunned. She swallows hard and then nods reluctantly.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: Aye!
Chaos balls her right hand into a fist, looking angry at this turn of events.
Aerynn "Chaos" Maguire: Damn him….
She stops herself from pounding the table and then nods.
Aerynn "Chaos" Maguire: Aye!
Banshee wipes a tear from her eye.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Tha bae whut ye bae wantin’ then?
RJ nods and Banshee sniffs sadly.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Aye!
Looking almost too stunned to speak, Pebbles simply looks away.
Zoya "Pebbles" Riis: Aye!
Psycho looks to the empty chair next to her and then closes her eyes.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I hope ye bae knowin’ whut ye bae doin’, Lass… aye.
Essie nods without hesitation.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: Aye...
Bandit looks up the table at Bullet, plaintively begging with ehr eyes for there to be a punchline coming. Bullet nods back to her and Bandit can see from the look in her longtime friend’s eyes that no punchline is coming.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I… fuck me…. Aye…
The Twins sit in their chairs trembling, neither seemingly able to believe what they are hearing.
Tanya "Crash" Christensen: Really?
RJ nods again and both twins sit back in their chairs almost as if they are both controlled by the same strings.
Danya "Burn" Christensen: But…
RJ nods to them in a rather motherly manner.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: It’s alright…
The twins nod, both now crying quite readily.
Danya "Burn" Christensen: Aye!
Tanya "Crash" Christensen: Aye!
With tears now seemingly streaming down every face, the last three all fire off their answers in quick succession.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: Aye!
Leonie "Queenie" Laveau: Aye!
Ophelia "Widow" Blaque: Aye!
RJ nods, picks up her gavel and bangs it one more time.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: Motion carries…
She finally manages to open her eyes, tears now streaming down her own face.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: Thank you.
She carefully removes her kutte and pulls a pocket knife from her left jeans pocket. With quick precision, she removes the President patch from her vest and holds it out to Bullet, her hand shaking as she does so.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: It’s… yours now…
Bullet steps over to her, accepts the patch and then hugs the now-former president, both women sobbing as they do so.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I will keep your chair warm…
RJ nods as they maintain their embrace.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: I love you, Mija. You keep things together.
On-Camera
Wednesday, June 5, 2019
Warehouse Gym
Shieldmaidens Clubhouse
New Orleans, Louisiana
11:01 AM CDT
The camera opens upon Alex “Bullet” Carbajal standing against the wall near the front door of the warehouse gym underneath a big black banner with the white Shieldmaidens logo lettering. Wearing black jeans, black boots, a black Shieldmaidens t-shirt and her Shieldmaidens’ kutte. Her long black hair is pulled back in a ponytail and she nods, to the camera, rubbing her taped hands together.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Mile High Wrestling…
She crosses her arms and nods, a small smile cracking across her face.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: The last time we saw you, It was September of last year. Robert Mack had only been awake again for two weeks and was worth waiting to die at home or starting to recover depending on if you listened to his malparida wife or Angel Smith…
She pauses and then shrugs slightly, brushing her hair away from her eyes again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I wonder if either of them are going to be around now since they were set to fight over what amounted to Rob’s legacy when the company closed and you almost got the feeling that Angel cared more about Rob than Katrina did. And, of course, Katrina was not exactly a fan of us...
Bullet indicates the banner behind her.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Was she?
Bullet smirks knowingly and then waves dismissively as if she couldn’t care less if she tried about such things.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: So, what else has changed in that timeframe? What else has gone on? We have heard that some just took time off, and I have heard them be called pelotas for that but…
She pauses to shrug almost playfully.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: In certain cases, it cost them nothing and allowed them to heal up so maybe they were not being stupid about things?
Nodding slowly yet pointedly, she looks back at the banner behind her.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We did not stop. We’ve been to several other places to continue on with our careers. Several of us were still rookies when this company closed and in Psycho’s case, the last show here was her first match ever. Bruiser even went active herself and is currently unable to come back with us because of a knee injury.
Turning back to face the camera, Bullet can’t help but smile slightly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Do not worry, that does not mean we are down in numbers. Just like last year when this company tried to cut us in half and we came back with more, we do the same now. Jack, Sam, Banshee, Psycho and I return and we bring Zombie and Knox with us. We come back with me as the president of our charter now and we come back with the same purpose we always had! We have two championships already and we’re in position to come for more and that would bring me to my match, would it not?
Bullet’s smile fades off, confusion slowly setting in.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Azurine Vebbins…
Bullet pauses, starts to talk but stops herself as she continues to visibly almost argue with herself over something. Finally, she looks back up and just shakes her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: What in the hell were you talking about?
Her right hand raises up to stop any kind of overly defensive response from coming.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: No, en seriedad, what were you talking about?
Confusion washes over her, seemingly drowning every other emotion she has so completely that her mouth falls open as she contemplates everything.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You had Jack be a bridesmaid in your wedding! You invited us to your birthday party so what is this malparido…
Turning to stare into the camera, Bullet’s eyebrows raise with her voice’s inflection.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Estabas jincha o qué?
She nods expectantly as if waiting for an answer to actually come and greet her ears.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Usualmente no eres una pelota…
She starts to look away, staring off into the distance, her eyes blinking as she tries desperately to find the answer to her questions.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Te oigo hablar y…
She shakes her head again pointing at a tablet sitting on a table that shows a still frame of Azurine Vebbins on it from a video Bullet had been watching just prior to turning the camera on.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Qué vaina es esa?
Bullet nods to the tablet and then steps back away from it as if it’s radioactive.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Somebody check her brain because I do not think she was just being an Alice In Chains fan here! I…
She turns, facing the camera and staring directly into the lens.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I used to think the playfulness, the being nice was all an act. That it was all fake and you only did it because you thought it would help you get one over on people but now, I have met you outside the ring. I know it is not an act so I am confounded by what the hell you were talking about when you said the Shieldmaidens thought you were nothing. You know that is not true! Even RJ came to respect you and she did not come to respect many in any company we worked for with her!
Bullet glances down for a second and nods her head slightly before looking back up into the camera, the confusion now gone and replaced with a growing sense of confidence.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: This match is not between an unstoppable force and an insignificant bug that is about to get steamrolled! No one expects this to just be a one-sided zapatería! This is a match between two champions to see which of us is worthy to take on THE Champion after Solomon Cain takes his second crack at knocking off a man like Skrabz. You would not be in this match with me if you were the little impossible you seem to think we all believe you to be.
Bullet shakes her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You were challenging Sam for championships elsewhere. You have gone out and carved a name for yourself and you are a champion here and there is nothing I can say to change any of that.
She waves her right hand across the camera sharply.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: There is nothing ANYONE can do to change that. It is who you are! You are “The Adorkable Angel” Azurine Vebbins. You are the woman little girls look up to because no matter how hard you get knocked down, even if somebody else wins the right to own you on some level, you get back up and come back for more! No one will keep you down, not even a universally reviled bollo like Pet!
Bullet nods firmly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: This… is re-match…
She starts to rub her hands together in anticipation.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Throwdown Episode Two, you and I faced each other. It was the first show after RJ was fired and everyone wondered if Jack and I would take our leave, wondered so hard in fact that Pueblo happened so that if we did leave, the company would not be left high and dry on their tag team championships. We had a match that ended with you staring up at the lights after eating Dios Es Una Bala twice and it was the prelude to the next week when I walked to the ring and told the world we were going nowhere. It was the start of a revolution that now sees me standing here as the Shieldmaidens President, the Mile High Phoenix Champion and standing on the precipice getting that opportunity you were talking about for yourself. There is still only one person in Mile High Wrestling that can say that put Skrabz down for the three count and that person is me!
Bullet points sharply to herself.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I am coming back to Denver, Azurine and I am coming to fight you for what should have been mine a long time ago. When RJ stepped aside, Solomon took that shot in our hometown while I fought someone close to me again and then we had that fourway to crown a new number one contender. If the company had not closed you know I would be there already, whether it was Solomon or Skrabz and you know Skrabz really does not want it to be me! Skrabz does not want to have fight me again because in this company no one can say they have put me down, never pinned, never submitted! Skrabz cannot say he got me and neither can Solomon Cain. No one who has been in the ring with me can say they have including you and now the only thing standing between me and that fight, the only thing standing between me and where I should have been months ago is one more dance with you!
Once again, Bullet nods pointedly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: So let us cut this “impossible” bullshit right now! You and I both want the same thing but only one of us can get it. On Sunday, I will show you again...
Extending her right arm, she makes her hand take the shape of a gun.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Dios es una bala...
She smirks and nods to the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Vamos a bailar!
Bullet nods as the camera fades to black.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Bang!
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Post by Bullet on Jun 8, 2019 23:41:19 GMT -6
Off-Camera
Thursday, June 6, 2019
Shieldmaidens Clubhouse
Church Room
New Orleans, Louisiana
9:15 AM CDT
Church…
This was taking on a whole new thing for the Shieldmaidens now when the officers had their weekly meeting to discuss things for the Club ever since half of them had been switched out in the wake of Robi Jean “RJ” Mitchell and Ophelia “Widow” Blaque going nomad. Everything had been thrown into chaos with their relationships with other clubs, other factions and even other businesses in and around New Orleans. Every contact had needed calling and reassuring that things would be fine with RJ suddenly out.
For Alex “Bullet” Carbajal, this had been the first test of her ascendency to the gavel. Could she maintain their position despite the sudden loss of their longtime leader and their chief enforcer? To many, Widow had been just as big a loss as RJ since Widow’s unique set of skills and set her apart as a force for fear and intimidation for the Shieldmaidens.
Bullet had started making calls in the first hour after her confirmation, taking everyone’s temperature to gauge just how much work she needed to put in all around and found the number was probably incalculable. Now, she was sitting at the table with her fellow current officers, Club Vice President Angelique “Angel” LeRoux, Sergeant-At-Arms Essentia “Essie” Carbajal, Treasurer Jocelyn “Tibs” Thibault, and Secretary Leonie “Queenie” Laveux, discussing how club business was going currently.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: So, so had the Zombie sitdown, the Marcos one, the Salazar one, the Tarasenko one, going to see the Devil’s Queens today and the CST tomorrow.
Essie frowns in confusion as the Congo Square Tribe had not contacted the Shieldmaidens but once a year for the last ten.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: Congo Square?
Bullet nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Yes, they called us.
Essie’s confusion quickly turns to skepticism.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: Are you sure that is a good idea? They usually don’t get involved…
Bullet shrugs a little more nonchalantly than she should.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: They just had a transition too. New President.
Now it’s Angel’s turn to frown in confusion.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: How long had it been since the old one and RJ met?
This time Bullet nods in response.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Six months, at least.
Essie sits back in her chair, her skepticism only growing with every comment added to the conversation.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: I don’t like it…
Bullet nods to both Angel and Essie in succession.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You are both coming with me. There is no way I’m going to this sitdown by myself. Marcos and Salazar, I can handle, especially Salazar. He knows I’m still angry with him over the Sam incident and does not want to risk me calling Rafa.
Essie almost laughs.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: Rafa would send Juanito to kick his ass.
Angel nods knowingly.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: Definitely not something we would want, is it?
Bullet shakes her head, her face near expressionless.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: No.
Tibs nods to jump in.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: How many are going on this sitdown?
Bullet shrugs slightly, just enough to acknowledge Tibs’s question.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: How many do we have here right now?
Tibs frowns, pondering this question for a split second before answering.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: Bruiser’s still out, cast I think stays for another six weeks but don’t quote me on that for sure. Sam, I think, is flying back in but not in time. Rynn is in Cali. Zombie’s in New York, we’ll see her in Denver.
Bullet nods and then sits forward, her head bowed and her hands folded together on the table as if in actual prayer.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: There’s another reason I want the meet with CST. They have a line on protecting Cisco in Angola.
Essie sits forward again, suddenly way more interested at the mentioning of Bullet’s elder brother.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: How?
Essie’s gaze intensifies as she looks at her cousin. This would be an important piece of information if a family situation could affect official club business in some fashion.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Two of the guards are family to the new CST VP.
Angel’s eyes narrow.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: And they want to talk deal about it?
Bullet nods, looking up to her officers.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I am expecting them to want something, yes. I hope it is just an understanding but there is no telling with the new regime there. They might be absolutely reasonable and they might also be malparidas pelotas!
Being the least familiar with the local power structures and players, Essie nods slowly, taking in this statement. Bullet wasn’t wrong in her assessments of the replacements’ potential for both good and bad form.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: What were they formerly?
Bullet shrugs dismissively.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Nada…
Essie, Angel, Tibs and Queenie all frown collectively at this answer.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: That could be bad. If they were nothing before and they get a meet with you about keeping your brother safe, they might see this as a way to power.
Tibs nods her agreement.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: Is Cisco in any danger at the moment? Like, has he pissed anyone off? Has he gotten into anything again? Made any promises that you know of?
Bullet shakes her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: No, as far as I am aware, Cisco has kept his nose clean while inside.
Essie almost laughs again. Cisco Carbajal had been in trouble since he was old enough to look at girls when he turned thirteen so to hear that he was not currently on anyone’s known shitlist was a newsworthy event.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: For once…
Tibs frowns harder, her concern growing.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: How likely is he to stay that way?
Bullet bits her bottom lip slightly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Cisco…
She sighs, letting out a low whistle that tells everyone within earshot what they need to know for this answer.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I wish I could say I knew he would stay down but he has a habit of opening his mouth and removing all doubt at the most inopportune times.
Queenie shakes her head in disgust.
Leonie "Queenie" Laveau: Sounds like a dream stop for the Marchand Victory Tour, especially if he was going to go to Denver and talk to Katrina Mack.
Bullet nods, quickly moving her attention to the Club Secretary.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We have no idea if he will do that. Her status is still unknown. Last we heard she was half owner still with Rob but Angel Smith was trying to oust her. That was September last year and now we know Rob is still kicking but we have no idea about Katrina or Angel. We know Rob reached out to all of us so we do know he will not be on Marchand’s Christmas List.
Angel exhales forcefully.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: Do we even know if Marchand is still watching us?
Tibs nods her concern on this matter.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: You’d think he is, wouldn’t you? I mean, RJ and Widow haven’t been in the wind for that long yet. If it was me, I’d be waiting for one of them to make contact back here again especially with RJ having a family.
Queenie frowns hard at Tibs.
Leonie "Queenie" Laveau: Yeah, but it’s not like the kids are still at home or nothing. Shanna and Connor are both off at college and she and Forge wouldn’t be stupid enough to have contact be made in the open. They’d use burners, fake names, bounced signals, rentals and out of town stuff.
Tibs nods, her concern seemingly leveling off at this comment.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: Yeah, it’s definitely not their first rodeo, is it?
Bullet places her hand on the table.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: RJ and Forge can take care of themselves. If they need help, they will tell us, Widow too. For now, we just need to get these sitdowns out of the way and then we can focus on taking care of business in Mile High this weekend.
Angel nods slightly, worry still in her eyes.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: What about CJ? He’s new and might not be ready to handle this kind of thing with Widow going on this… quest…
Bullet smiles to try and alleviate the worry in her VP’s eyes.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Already discussed with Forge and Khary. They will show CJ the ropes and prepare him for what he needs to know now. They know he’s only a prospect and this was not what he thought he was signing up for but they have also been in this situation before. I trust them to rein him in.
Angel, Essie, Tibs and Queenie all nod at this.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: Prudent…
Bullet nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: If there’s nothing else, we can get on with getting ready for the meet…
Tibs and Queenie nod, stand up and take their leave while essie and Angel remain seated. Bullet looks to the two officers who also constitute family connection to her, Angel being one of her girlfriends and Essie being her first cousin, and sighs heavily.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Hay problema?
Angel sits forward.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: Are you sure this meet is a good idea? CST has never given a damn and now suddenly they have an in to help your brother just as that would be a major bargaining chip?
Angel shrugs sadly.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: I don’t like it, it feels…
Essie nods, jumping in as Angel searches for the proper adjective to describe the situation.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: Malparido…
Angel nods emphatically.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: It’s like it’s too good to be true.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: Tiene los tombos escritos por todos lados.
Angel nods in agreement again.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: It does, especially with Marchand lurking about. This feels exactly like something he would set up. Between this and the whole Katrina Mack business...
Bullet nods, exhaling forcefully.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: It is a test…
Angel and essie both frown.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: I don’t follow…
Bullet looks her VP in the eyes.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Their new president went to school with Jack and I in Mississippi.
Essie stares through her cousin.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: You are seeing if they are trying to use you…
Bullet nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: He was a nice guy but he also had a soft spot for Jack then. I do not know how his life has turned out since aside from he has replaced the former president in that seat.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: What happened to the old president?
Bullet nods grimly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: They were collecting protection money from a local mom and pop store. The family’s son was home from University and was in the back room. He called 911. Los tombos arrived before CST could leave.
Angel and Essie both nod in growing comprehension.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: And CST being predominantly black…
Essie whistles in shock.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: Los tombos no tuvieron piedad.
Bullet shakes her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: There were three on that pickup, two died on the street, the third died on the operating table twenty minutes later. Shook CST to its core because the one on the operating table was the president’s son who had been expected to be groomed to take over for him in the future. Their VP had just been convicted of bribery and is going to Elayn Hunt for a nickel.
Both Angel and essie frown in confusion but Bullet nods understandingly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: It was a plea bargain. He was up for murder and extortion as well before he pled down. CST thinks he flipped…
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: Malparido sapo…
Angel shakes her head.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: So they lost their president, they’re going to take out their VP and the crown prince is gone too…?
Bullet nods knowingly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: This meet is happening to find out if Marchand is using CST to come at us the same way we must discern what is going on with Katrina Mack. It is possible nothing is happening on either front and we are just being overly vigilant. But if something is…
Both Angel and Essie nod knowingly, both faces filled with concern and yet also seemingly relieved.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: No des papaya…
Bullet nods, smiling at the recognition coming from her cousin.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Exactly. RJ made that mistake once with Robert Mack, we do not need to give anyone else an excuse to do that again but we also cannot go about doing things while blind. We need the information so we take the meeting to see what comes of this. Pick whomever you want that is available to come with me. We can go in whatever force you think we appropriate.
Angel and Essie both nod approvingly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Llamaron y nos caemos… ¿Entienden?
Angel and Essie both nod in response.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: Sí.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: Sí.
Bullet nods, visibly pleased to hear this.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Good, we have two hours to decide who is going.
Essie nods and stands.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: We’ll meet you at the door in two hours.
She turns and takes her leave.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: You’re doing great, Alé!
Bullet smiles, suddenly looking much younger than her twenty-three years.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I could not do without you…
Angel leans over and kisses Bullet passionately.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: I love you!
Bullet smiles back.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I love you.
On-Camera
Saturday, June 8, 2019
Warehouse Gym
Shieldmaidens Clubhouse
New Orleans, Louisiana
1:00 AM CDT
The camera opens upon Alex “Bullet” Carbajal standing against the wall near the front door of the warehouse gym underneath a big black banner with the white Shieldmaidens logo lettering. Wearing black jeans, black boots, a black Shieldmaidens t-shirt and her Shieldmaidens’ kutte. As before, her long black hair is pulled back in a ponytail and she nods, to the camera, rubbing her taped hands together.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You know, I have to admit, I am…
She pauses to frown slightly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: A little disappointed…
Looking down to her feet, Bullet sighs heavily.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Normally by now, Azurine Vebbins has tweeted a million times about her “upcoming dance.” She’s usually inquired about when she might be able to view my “promotional materials”. She has gone all out to let everyone know that she is going to do everything in her power to overcome whatever stands in her way and climb that mountain to “dance away” with the victory.
She starts to nod slowly, annoyance creeping into her voice.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And… yet…
She shrugs almost angrily.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Not this time, not for this match…
She nods one more time and then looks back into the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Not… for me…
Incredulous, Bullet glares into the camera in astonishment.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: So, what, Robert Mack changes the stakes in the match and suddenly you do not care anymore?
Her right hand waves in an almost stabbing motion.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You were all in when it was for both your Mile High Throwdown Championship and my Mile High Phoenix Championship but now that it is “only” for the right to challenge the winner of Skrabz and Solomon Cain…
She pauses to shrug.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Not so much?
Her hands fall in front of her, palms out as if begging the camera for answers she knows will never come.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: How is that not good enough for you? How is getting a rematch with me and the chance to be the first one to say you put me down on the road to the top not good enough for you?
Anger tinged with sadness washes over Bullet’s face.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You said you had respect for people, for the championships, for the company…
Her right fist pounds her own chest.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: For me!
Her hand drops back away.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: So where did all of that respect go, Azurine?
Her hands raises back up to beg for answers again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Did Pet smack it out of you or Nidia shush it out of you?
Bullet’s eyes scan the area for the answers her hands can’t seem to find.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You can be assed to tweet about these damn holidays, which, I admit, are fun and one of your quirks that everybody udnerstands are what make you… you, but what the fuck happened to all that respect you used to have for everything?
Her gaze falls to the floor as if the answers will come more readily from there than they have the other places she’s already searched for them.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You’re a champion in good standing with this company, fighting another champion in good standing and, in fact, the one that’s on the damn poster promoting the show and Mile High Wrestling’s return, for the right to fight THE Champion, whomever it might be, and you cannot squeak out a couple of tweets in between Chocolate Ice Cream Day and National Rosé Day and Jelly Filled Doughnut Day?
Her right hand balls into a fist as she looks back into the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Hijueputa! ¡Nos gustaste! ¡Todos nos gustaste! ¿Por qué harías esto?
She pounds her fist onto her thigh.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Answer me, dammit!
She looks around the room looking hurt, confused and angry.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Fine…
She starts to nod, looking down to the floor.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Muy bien! ¡Muy bien!
She swallows hard as she continues to look down.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Si no me das el respeto…
Her gaze raises up to glare into the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Lo tomaré…
She nods, almost shaking with rage as she points to herself.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I have a responsibility to drag it out of you kicking and screaming if I have to. I’m the President of the Shieldmaidens, I’m the Phoenix Champion and I’m the one on the poster selling this show but more importantly than all of that, I am a competitor that has never eaten a pin or been submitted in Mile High Wrestling and I will not stand for all of that to be besmirched because you were too busy eating ice cream to care! I will not stand for our championships to be belittled because you were not happy that they were not on the line and thus did not care as much about this match. I will not stand for the championship that Skrabz and Solomon Cain are fighting for to be belittled because you decided it was not worthy of the respect a world championship commands!
She glances down for a second, taking another deep breath before looking back into the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I was told from the time I was little, “No des papaya.” Do not give somebody an excuse to do something to you and Azurine…
Bullet points accusingly into the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You did not listen when you were told no des papaya. You gave me and everyone else here in Mile High Wrestling an incredible amount of papaya by doing nothing at all!
Stepping back, Bullet starts to nod, the outrage now evident on her face.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You were worried about getting caught with Sweating Bullets or Dios Es Una Bala before well now…
She nods, her finger wagging at the camera now instead of pointing.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Now, I have a reason to look for them even more to punish you and make sure that effort we always usually see comes out even if you do not want it to! You have given me the excuse to walk around with a very special personalized bullet just for you, a bullet with a name on it, if you will...
She looks at her right hand and folds her fingers into the shape of a gun.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I load this bullet up, I point and fire…
She shows it to the camera, her entire body seemingly shaking with rage.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And it will show you why, without a shadow of a doubt…
She turns and points it at the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Dios es una bala!
The camera fades to black.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: BANG!!!
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