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Post by Admin on Jun 10, 2019 7:43:52 GMT -6
 Six Person Tag Match
Toll Gang (Skrabz, Tox, and Shox) vs The Shieldmaidens (Bullet, Bandit, and Psycho)Roleplay Limit: TWO per handlerRoleplay Deadline: Sunday, June 23, 2019 @ 2AM Central |
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Post by Skrabz on Jun 13, 2019 6:11:11 GMT -6
 Location: Toll Gang Locker Room, Magness Arena, Denver, Colorado.
Date: June 9th 2019
Spirits are high in the Toll Gang locker room after a successful night for the trio. Skrabal sits on a steel folding chair, a bottle of beer in his right hand and a smile on his face as he listens to Shox and Tox talk candidly, both of them eating a cheese burger as they speak.
“... so I'm shoutin' at her that we ain't done, it ain't finished. Tellin' her she better tell the ref, tell anybody, ring the bell coz it's still on but she's just lookin' at me like I'm gon' eat her at first.”
“I see it in her.” Tox adds, his mouth full of chewed beef, cheese and bun.
“What's her name though?” Skrabal asks, knowing what the answer will be.
“I can't even say it.” Shox answers matter-of-factly.
“He sound like he got a mouth full of food if he try.”
“No shit.” Skrabal laughs.
“She like you though”
“Whatchu mean fam?”
“Nah, it's the other one, Jen.”
“Still you should of heard her...”
“What she say?”
A knock at the door interrupts their conversation, Tox and Shox both stand to open it.
“I got it bredrin.” Skrabal tells them as he too stands, gesturing for the fraternal twin brothers and Mile High Wrestling Tag Team Champions to sit back down. Skrabal approaches the door and opens it, standing on the other side is a slim, dark haired female. Upon seeing her Skrabal raises his eyebrows involuntarily.
“What is it fam? What can man like Skrabz do for gyal like you?” He asks smoothly, looking in to her eyes. Tox and Shox look at each other and shake their heads.
“I'm Jessica, Robert Mack sent me to see you fo...” She tries to explain but Skrabal cuts her off, jumping to conclusions.
“He did?.. Shit, the bossman too good to me.” He interrupts, a smile on his face and a glint in his eye.
“For an interview...” Jessica informs him sternly.
“Oh yeah, of course. Seen, seen. Whatever ya need innit.” Skrabal says holding his composure, taking any potential embarrassment and brushing it off in an instant.
“Just gimme a minute.” He tells her as he pushes the door closed.
“The fuck is it with you?” Tox and Shox ask at the same time while both making eye contact with Skrabz as he turns around to face them.
“What? I ain't seen the chick before plus I thought she was a groupie innit.” Skrabal answers laughing. “She mans type too.”
Tox and Shox look at Skrabal with blank expressions, they slowly turn to look at each other and then back at Skrabz.
“They all your type.”
Skrabal kisses his teeth.
“Not the fat ones fam... or the ugly ones either” He says laughing.
Skrabal reaches for his black Toll Gang hoody and pulls it over his head.
"Ya comin' for this interview ting?”
“Nah...”
“We eatin'”
“Seen, seen.”
Skrabal looks down at the table in front of him and the three championship belts laying neatly on top of it. He picks up his Mile High Wrestling Championship and rests it over his shoulder as he leaves the room.
Location: Backstage Hallway, Magness Arena, Denver, Colorado.
Date: June 9th 2019
Skrabal Stands with his back to a wall, his championship belt displayed proudly on his shoulder. Standing next to him is Mile High Wrestling host and interviewer, Jessica McDaniel.
“Hello I'm Jessica McDaniel for Mile High Wrestling and I'm here backstage in the Magness Arena with the Mile High Wrestling Champion, Skrabal Stanzas. Skrabz, thank you for your time."
“It ain't a ting fam, man has got all the time in the world for gyal like you, trust.” Skrabal says smoothly, with a smirk on his face.
Remaining professional Jessica continues with the interview.
“We're not long removed from your second title defense against Solomon Cain, and as my colleague Ray Hudson noted on commentary before that match begun, you seemed very confident in the days leading up to it, even more so than usual. What was the driving force behind that?”
“Man stays driven gyal, what you ain't heard? Nah on the real though, man a be lyin' if he said there weren't a few external factors addin' fuel to the fire but it been burnin' bright since birth anyway, standard. I always said I'm about it, one hundred, and it ain't matter who believe it coz the truth stay the truth regardless.”
“And your truth was that you were going to beat Solomon Cain and retain the Mile High Championship...”
“And man like Skrabz is a man a his word, ya done know!” Skrabal cuts her off again, looking at his Mile High Championship on his shoulder as he speaks.
“Tox and Shox kept their promises too, both by winning the Emily Falls Battle Royal and by going on to win the Mile High Wrestling Tag Team Championships later on in the night, in controversial fashion.”
“Standard, s'hwat they said they a do but controversial for who fam? Ya think anyone else would a done it dif'rent if they had a guaranteed title shot when ever they want it? Nah, course not bredrin. What else ya think Shox a do with that shit anyway, come after me? ”
“He had the option."
"Nah... He ain't" Skrabal replies coldly.
"Now you go on to, in your own words, the next installment, which will see you defending The Mile High Wrestling Championship against Bullet, the only person to have pinned you in Mile High Wrestling so far. How do you feel about that?”
“Shit, man like Skrabz against Bullet, big strap on the line... It's about fuckin' time. I been waitin' long for this one.”
“You'll have to wait a little longer at least because that match is quite some time from now, with it not scheduled to take place until July twenty first, but are you as confident heading towards it as you were here heading in to tonight and your match with The Lost Child?"
“Yeah, standard. What you playin' wit' me like that for gyal?” Skrabal says, looking Jessica up and down.
Jessica hesitates momentarily, her discomfort becoming apparent.
“Skrabz... thank you for your time."
Jessica turns to face the camera.
"And to all those Mile High fans out there, you can catch us live on The SE Network for episode eighteen of Mile High Wrestling, on June twenty third, when once again Denver will be the place to be.”
With the interview over Jessica hands her microphone off to an assistant and hurriedly walks away, exchanging words with two security guards as she passes them
“Oi wait fam, come back. Why you teasin' me for?” Skrabal asks as he starts after her, only for the security guards to block his path. Skrabal looks them up and down and glaces at the Mile High Wrestling Championship resting on his shoulder. He backs away slowly.
“'Seen, seen” He says with an understanding tone.. As he turns to walk away he sees Mile High commentator, Jen Vallegos, standing across the hall way looking at him.
“Yo, what's up fam how you doin'?” He asks and Jen blushes in response. As Skrabal goes to approach her medical personnel rush past him, pushing what appears to be Tyke Index on a gurney, and Jen takes off following them.
Location: Skrabals motel room, Denver, Colorado
Date: June 13th 2019
Time: 2.40AM
A top down view of a beige carpet and a black and red pair of Nike Air Jordan 1 Retros consumes the picture. A cloud of smoke drifts past as the view changes, the picture becomes blurry, we see quick flashes of Skrabal's bed and the young African American girl sleeping in it. The camera momentarily focusing on a half full vodka bottle as Skrabal moves to prop his phone up against it on the coffee table in front of him. With the phone now still Skrabal taps it's screen, turning on it's front facing camera and the picture clears revealing the Mile High Champion sitting on the sofa in his motel room, leaning forward with a bottle of beer in his left hand a freshly lit joint in his mouth. He leans down the side of the sofa and with his right hand picks up his Mile High Championship belt. He rests it next to him on the arm of the sofa, the prominent Mile High logo and the word CHAMPION in full view of the camera. Skrabal looks straight a head, his face bearing the marks of his battle with Solomon Cain but his expression remaining proud and as smug as ever.
"Fetch me my cloak, my crown and my scepter."
He proclaims proudly, a shit eating grin spreading across his face as he raises his beer in the air in celebration of himself.
"THE KING IS ALIVE, lower the draw-bridge on this kingdom of mine, roll out the red carpet, sound the horns... nah, bun that right off! What coz mans English he a flag wavin' royalist, is that it?" He shakes his head and exhales air through his nose in a barely audible chuckle, his smile fades. He takes a good long drink of beer and drops the empty bottle on the floor. "Allow it fam... This is gutter bidness bredrin, straight crud ain't no kings here. No Kinglsayers, White Walkers or dragons either coz it ain't no G double R Martin shit plus there was only ever gonna be one person gettin' GOT at Mi' High Spectacular and that's some Stark truth for ya." He smiles again arrogantly, then breaks eye contact as he leans back down the side of the sofa and retrieves a bottle of lukewarm beer from the ever present 24 bottle box. "But still they asked the question beforehand innit, they always do." He twists the lid of the bottle and throws it on the coffee table. "What's the question though?" "What is it?" he mouths before taking a few deep hits on his joint and a couple of swigs of his beer. "Who gonna leave the Mi' High Spectacular as the sensei, the grandmaster, the top dog, the big boss, the giant atop the beanstalk that e'ry lil Jack a sell they prized cow, car, house, and soul just to have a chance to sow the beans? That was the question, I mean it weren't put like that but ya nah how man be. Still that was the question posed though in a sense, pon the twitter ting, on a survey tip. Who gonna leave the Magness arena as the Mi' High champ? It's a simple question really innit, multiple choice too so it even easier for ya." He leans forward closer to the camera, his face filing the picture as a mask of disgust falls over it. "And ya still got it wrong."
He sneers angrily, the disgust on his face amplifying as the words leave his mouth.
"Two options to pick from, man like Skrabz or Solomon Cain." He pauses for a second, considering those words. "Man like Skrabz... Or Solomon Cain." He puffs on his joint and shakes his head. Moving back in his seat, assuming a more relaxed position he laughs slightly and takes another drink of beer. "What the survey say though?... Survey said man like Solomon Cain, one hundred, no doubt about it run out and put ya house on it. It's a good job ya didn't or we a be havin' a homeless crisis right about now, ya see me?.He quickly finishes his beer and drops the empty bottle on the floor, the sound of glass on glass pierces the silence as the bottle hits the one he dropped earlier. "Look I ain't gonna lie fam man was kinda offended by the shit, I mean I ain't know what the fuck I did to earn the disrespect. What is it blad, is it the way look I suttin'? Is it the way I talk? Is it where I'm from fam, is that what it is? Nah, it ain't none a that is it. It's the simple fact that I been doin' what I say and sayin' what I do from day, that's what got those tears a poolin' in ya eyes there, that's what put that lump in ya throat, bunch a cry babies innit." He turns to his right and picks up his Mile High Championship from the arm of the sofa. Holding the gleaming gold belt in his left hand he continues, his words carrying a confident tone and a melodic rhythm as they leave his lips. "It's coz I rushed in a stacked gold like a fourty-niner now I rub it in the face a these salty whiners." He thrusts his title towards the camera, it's leather backed, bright orange Mile High Wrestling logo filling the screen, light sparkling in it's jewel encrusted edge. "Yeah, ya done know!... And ya better get used to it too." He returns the belt to it's place on the arm of the sofa. "Speakin' a twitter man a seen Bullet been getting' out her chamber already, firin' off at the finger tips." He sighs and shakes his head then takes a few more puffs on his joint while staring into the camera, a feigned look of heightened exasperation on his face that breaks and morphs into a confident glare the second he starts talking. "Look I'm a give ya all some advice, er'y last one of ya. Don't at me fam, none a ya! Coz I ain't gonna retweet ya, I ain't gonna reply, all I'm a do is shake my head and roll my eyes and I'm a tell ya why right now. Maybe all that tappin' at the screen get you stackin' up the green but I do my business in a booth and in a ring, I ain't eatin' off no twitter beef so I ain't know what the fuck you expect from me... Pleasantries? Ya tweetin' at the wrong bird fam, mans an eagle amongst pigeons so you ain't wanna get my attention anyway." "Nah!" he sneers with venom before once again leaning down the side of the sofa for another bottle of beer. "But Bullet already done nodded her head peckin' at her screen though innit, s'too late for her then."He shakes his head again, arrogantly, as he twists the lid off his third bottle of beer and stands the bottle on the coffee table. "What she sayin' though? See you soon... S'what she said, see you soon. She talkin' to me too ya nah, like that, on a tryina a be ominous vibe."
He breaks eye contact with the camera and looks down, sighing heavily.
"See me soon..."
He snaps his head up, fixing his focus back on the cameras lens.
"Actin' like she ain't seen me already, like she ain't already cranked her neck straining, eyes squintin', blinded by the lights lookin' up at me jus' tryina get a glimpse a what I got. See me soon... Actin' like she the only one down there, like she the only one who got her eyes on my prize when truth is she ain't the only one she jus' the nex' one coz e'rybody who think they in range be queuin' up for a shot. Don't think I ain't feel 'em linin' it up it e'ry time I step a toe in the Magness Arena coz I do, but it ain't a ting fam, trust. Man stay prepped like a doomsday bunker so this go out to Bullet and e'ryone else, take ya time and practice ya aim coz man like Skrabz ain't goin' nowhere. Matter a fact I'm a make myself as big a target as I can for ya, standard!"He removes the Mile High Championship from the arm of the sofa and props up in his lap, leaning against his black, Toll Gang hoody covered abdomen, as if he was wearing it. "This shit real pretty innit, yeah I understand why ya all want it for real." His words and body language drip with arrogance as he caresses his title., he puffs on his joint again before continuing. "Now it might sound rough but I'm a be frank and give ya the facts on they hind legs, that's straight up. By way you noisy crickets keep chirpin' I nah ya can't hack truth but this strap a black suit and I make it look good on an Agent J vibe, ya get me? Or aM I Bein' too vague for ya? Coz e'ry time man a talk you'll look confused like ya jus' been flashy thinged." "Ya do!" He sneers. " Man like Skrabz done crashed down over a year ago and he stay gettin' all the sugar water he need to climb that tower since the second he a land, trust. But this big bad bug dif'rent coz anythin' I eat stay dead, K? What do ya need it spellin' out fam? Has man gotta got a magnetic alphabet and a fridge, take it back to toddler times, is that what it's gonna take? What I have to put it in phonics or suttin? On some A is for apple shit?He kisses his teeth. " See me soon... allow it fam, man a be far too big to miss." He once again returns his Mile High Championship to it's perch on the arm of the sofa. He then takes another couple of hits on his joint and leans forward reaching for something outside of the cameras view. When he leans back in to the frame he holds his second phone in his right hand. "Ain't the only ting I see her tweetin' though nah. I seen suttin' else pon the screen too and it got me thinkin' to be real witchu. What I seen though?" He taps and swipes at his second phones screen while talking. "Gyal like Bullet and Zombie, replyin' to a Tyke Index tweet and they jus' out here snitchin' all on e'rybody. We all know already Tyke more often than not got a credit card out carvin' up a cardiac arrest but what we ain't know was who he get it from, and shit why would we? I ain't even wanna know, man ain't take drugs." He looks into the camera puffing on his joint, it's orange ember burning brighter as air is pulled through it. "We know now though, thanks to Bullet, talkin' about altering projections and givin' up her dude name on twitter, social fuckin' media of all places, like some bait instagram shotta." He turns his second phone to face the phone propepd up on the coffee table, ensuring it's screen is captured in the video.  "Yeah, and that's the only time you a see me censor anythin'. I ain't know the bredda but that's how the fuck ya respect a mans hustle. No name and no face equals no case and I ain't about to do the police job for 'em but since you in that kinda business, since you a keep that kinda company then this the type a shit ya shoulda done known already. I'm a be real witchu Bullet, I got some advice for ya and I beg ya take it. Fix ya frame fam, coz if ya keep slippin' like that then ya might not make it to a Episode Eighteen or Rise Again, coz I ain't nah about where you be from but where I'm from people a turn up missin' for a lot less than that, standard!" He takes a final few hits on his joint then leans forward and stubs it out in an ashtray that resides outside of the shot. When he leans back into the frame he holds another joint in his right hand. He puts in his mouth and lights it immediately. "I got it, I get it, ya got ya sideline, we only got to take one look at ya all to see it and to be real witchu I had some respect for it for a lil while coz ain't nuttin' like some tax free income, e'ry body gotta make a lil suttin extra when and if they can. I ain't got respect for a snitch though, nah!"
"Never that!" He sneers. He retrieves the bottle of beer from the table and tips more than half it's contents down hit throat in a single gulp. "It got me thinkin' though for real to, got me wonderin' how you still in that game if ya so loose with names, plus it got me questionin' if anythin' actually legit aboutchu .. Don't get me wrong I seen ya beat Azzy to earn your spot at the front a the line and I nah ya gonna say it, shit they allllll gonna say it..." He looks in to the camera with a blank expression but his eyes narrow with anger, betraying his attempts to hide his feelings as the words leave his lips. "Azeruine Vebbins did what many ain't able to do , she pinned the Mi' High Wrestlin' Champion..."
He finishes his beer and looks to his right, casting his eyes over his Mile High Championship briefly before returning his gaze to the camera.
"Azurine Vebbins beat the big strap packin', ring rat bangin', the groupie groping, hooker choking, so damn good they presume he chosen... me, man like Skrabz! " He smiles smugly and drops the empty bottle of beer. As it lands with a thud Skrabal feigns a look of horror then flinches back suddenly and sits upright with an exaggerated, sarcastic jerking motion. He quickly moves arms up until his hands are level with his head with his palms facing the camera. "Hands up, ya got me. She did it. Don't shoot." He lowers his arms quickly and leans over towards the table laughing, his face filling the cameras lens for a few seconds before he leans back. He continues, toking on his joint as speaks. "Nah but on the real though, I seen ya beat Azzy at Mi' High Spectacular, I was in the back there watchin' intently fam, trust. I has to for a few reasons innit, first a all I had to see who nex' lookin' for they come up but more that that I was tryin' a see where the fuck I went wrong but I ain't see it. I guess I jus' ain't show up that night back in Texas coz you showed that gyal how it go. I can't knock ya for it, well done, salute. First glance at that and e'ryone sure to think man like Skrabz be crazy for wonderin' if there anythin' legit aboutchu coz ya done proved it when ya beat Azzy on June ninth, ya proved it when ya claimed that Phoenix Title and ya proved it when when ya pinned me, THE Mi' High Champion, man Like Skrabz. I mean shit, that's what the talk been about anyway and by measure a that last one alone you must be legit as they come innit, on paper at least. Coz just two people done pinned me on American soil, you and the gyal you beat. So shit, on paper you as legit as they come and man must be dizzy to suggest you ain't. But ya seen the win loss record somewhat similar to man like Skrabz, it only care about the dub. Win loss record don't make mention a no distractions or interference, win loss record ain't remember that, nah. Man like Skrabz a lil dif'rent to the win loss record in that respect blad, I ain't forget none a that, trust."
He leans forward and stubs out his second joint, when he returns to the frame he holds another joint in his hand, which he tucks behind his right ear.
"It was coz a that bullshit you and the rest a them Maidens pulled way back in August a last year that I finally had to let the BCB through the door. I ain't wanna have to do that, I was stallin' those boys from day dot coz I know how they do but you forced my hand Bullet, ya did, you all did." He once again leans down the side of the sofa, reaching for his fourth bottle of beer. "And look what happen', look what you caused fam, ya own sisters bredrin how could ya do 'em dirty like that? All ya had to do was leave 'em in the back, face me one on one but nah, you ain't do that. They were sittin' pretty with the tag straps for time but not anymore, one or two man a say Sheildmaidens were runnin' this whole ting for a while but nah, not anymore... and that all stems from that night Bullet, ya started it all right then and there, August ninth twenty eighteen ya came out to the ring with Robbie Mitchell, Samantha Hamilton, Widow, Bandit and Fianna... I don't even know who the fuck that is fam, I had to write that shit down! Point a all this nerd shit is ya didn't come alone and that's what got this whole mess started in the first place." He twists the lid of the bottle and throws it across the room, it skims through the air like a small metal frisbee. "I honestly feel to repeat myself fam I do, but e'ryone forgets the details." He takes a long, slow drink from the bottle of beer. "Bullet, bredrin, famalam... I had ya beat and e'ryone saw it, right there in the middle a that ring, right up until Bandit play her part on the apron there runnin' a lil distraction ting, classic scam really man shoulda seen it comin'. Nex' ting ya nah RJ Mitchell got the jump on me from behind and you got the pin. One two three, you got the pin and snatched the biggest dub out there but only coz a RJ Mitchell and to me that jus' one more piece a evidence in the growin' case against ya coz ya mighta fooled e'ryone else but I done seen ya fake phoney nature from a mile away and I'm out to expose it, standard!" He finishes his fourth beer and again drops the empty bottle on the floor. "Still it can't be denied though, you and the Maidens a been runnin' 'round pretendin' ya own the place for a minute or two and ya done did a good job a convincin' some people that you they land lord but this the house that Skrabz built, I pay the mortgage her blad and ya rent is over due and clocking up interest by the second so consider this ya eviction notice".
He removes the joint from behind his ear and holds it in his right hand.
"Your lease is up and ya 'bout to find out that it don't matter how much time pass ya actions have consequences. Solomon Cain found out when I pinned him for the second time, Emily Falls found out when those Bricky boyz bounced her outta that battle royal, Sam and Bandit found out when those Bricky boys straight up jacked those tag straps... and Bullet you gonna find out too. Simple fact a the matter is that anyone who a cross roads with man like Skrabz, and I mean anyone, from ol' heads to new man jumpin' in front a the Maidens on a hero vibe, live on pay per view. I'm a tell ya one time Finn, on the level, man like Skrabz might have that presidential suite but he ain't need no one takin' Bullet for him, ya feel me? Yeah... The point is it could be anyone a ya, you a cross paths with me or the BCB, directly or indirectly, ya say our names or shit you so much as think 'em and sooner or later you gotsa to pay that toll"
He puts the joint in his mouth and lights it.
"But come red letter day e'ryone a see that ya pockets ain't deep enough, and it's jus' a matter a time for you Bullet. Coz bredrin you a fake, a phoney, nuttin' but blank rounds... and to top it off you a snee eye itch too. And like I already done said I'm out to expose ya, startin' on June twenty third."
He reaches for another bottle of beer and twists the lid off then places the bottle and lid on the coffee table. "So shit, you might just be better off if ya turn up missin'." He takes a long, deep hit on the joint then exhales smoke directly at the camera. "Standard!"He leans forward and taps at his pones screen, ending the recording.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2019 7:04:35 GMT -6
Location: Denver, Colorado
Date June 22nd 2019 Shox "Da problem" Tox "Da Rebel"Tox and Shox stand in front of a tripod mounted camera with their backs to a wall. They have their Mile High Wrestling Tag Team titles loosely clasped around their muscular necks, hanging down and resting against their chests. The belts rise and fall as the fraternal twins breathe deeply, sweat and aggression seeping from their pores.
"Mile High Spectacular..."
"Emily Falls..."
"Samantha Hamilton..."
"Jackie Layton..."
"We told y'all what was gon' happen..."
"Spelled it out loud and clear."
"Said we were gon' walk in and..."
"Take what we want."
"And that's what..."
"We did."
"Dominated Emily's Battle Royal..."
"And took The Maiden's gold."
"Sam said we robbed 'em..."
"But she always got an excuse..."
"Lot of people like her in this business..."
"When they win..."
"It's all they own doin'..."
"When they lose..."
"They blame somethin' or someone else."
"But she ain't about for the next show..."
"She off makin' an honest woman of Joseph Hunter..."
"She ain't in the six person tag."
"So it's Bullet..."
"Bandit..."
"And Psycho."
"Against me..."
"And me..."
"The Brix..."
"City..."
"Boyz."
"And we gon' pick up..."
"Where we left off..."
"And where we left off was..."
"Dumpin' Psycho outta the ring..."
"And Pinnin' Bandit in the middle of it."
"But it's not just..."
"The two of us."Skrabal Stanzas walks into the shot with his Mile High Wrestling Championship over his right shoulder and a bottle of beer in his left hand. He stands in the center of the picture, in between and slightly in front of Tox and Shox. "Ya nah usually man would feel kinda disrespected by ya silence. I mean here we are jus' a day before the ting and we ain't heard a peep nor a squeak not from one a ya... I ain't feel disrespected though nah, not this time. As a matter fact man is kinda impressed coz it shows that ya took my advice on board, I told ya fix ya frame and close ya mouth and you kept it shtum on a no comment vibe. I mean that has to be what it is innit? Or shit, maybe ya done turned up missin' jus' like I warned ya." Skrabal pauses for a second and takes a quick drink from his bottle of beer. "Coz we all know Bullet the first one to start pissin' and poutin if her opponents ain't talk to her, jus' check the ting with Azzy, she out here complainin' about disrespect coz Azzy ain't have a lot to say on it and a fortnight later Bullet turtlin', got herself boxed in hidin' in her shell and it seem she done dragged the other two right on in with her. Man like Skrabz ain't give a shit 'bout none a that. Ain't the first time man's had to dismantle a mute, nah. Rock and Roll God stay quite too, he stay even quieter since though ya get me? So since ya wanna act like God ya can get smacked like God, trust." He pauses again for another drink from his bottle of beer. "But what is it then? Episode Eighteen, six person tag, Toll Gang back teamin' again, ya done know. Shit, last time the three a us hit that ring together we tore through The Streetz like an a LA Riot and we 'bout to do the same ting to The Sheildmaidens. Ya seen this is meant to be an appetiser for Rise Again, this s'posed to get them starvin' for more but problem with that is e'ryone 'bout to get they fill. They gonnna see Bullet exposed for the fake she is and when they seen it I ain't nah if they gonna wanna see it again. But it's not jus' Bullet in the ting, man a be doin' the other two dirty if he ain't mention them. What they names though?" "Bandit.""Psycho.""It's a rhetorical question fam, the shit ain't need answerin' and truth is it ain't matter who they be. Shit it could be all of 'em. They could line up e'ry single Maiden there is, they could get the Chrome Dragons too, bring back man like Forge and and RJ Mitchell for all I care coz bredrin we gonna do what we do and catch that dub, standard. We got a track record of sayin' what we mean and meanin' what we say and that ain't about to change, not now not ever. But since you all been so quiet lately I guess the time for talkin' is over for now innit, so I ain't gonna waste another word on ya." He finishes his beer and throws the bottle out of the shot. " I'll jus' see you soon, innit."Skrabal walks towards the camera and then disappears behind it as he leaves the frame.
"Bullet."
"Bandit."
"Psycho."
"Episode..."
"Eighteen."
"We gon' finish..."
"What we started..."
"A long..."
"Time..."
"Ago."
"And it's a good job..."
"Y'all stayed quiet."
"Coz your words..."
"And your faces..."
"Ain't familiar.
"Coz real recognize real..."
"And we don't recognize you."Video cuts to black.  |
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Post by Bandit on Jun 22, 2019 10:06:26 GMT -6
Off-Camera
Wednesday, June 19, 2019
Bandit’s black and gold Ford Mustang
New Orleans, Louisiana
10:05 AM CDT
Long days in the office were nothing new to Jackie “Bandit” Layton and Aoife “Banshee” Maguire. Being two of the only real office workers in the entire building between Venom Ink, Twisted Steel, Bandit and Banshee tend to work the phones a lot before running off to scout things to possibly add to the club’s business portfolio. This happened quite often, though equally as often, the prospective business was barely worth looking into and so Bandit and Banshee would tend to return to the office with nothing more than a possibly humorous anecdote about the state of the building and/or the character attempting to sell the place off.
Every so often, the other office workers in the place, computer specialists and analysts, Tanya “Crash” Christensen and Danya “Burn” Christensen, Club Secretary Leonie “Queenie” Laveau and Club Treasurer Jocelyn “Tibs” Thibault, would be called into to help with the assessments. Tibs was more or less the house accountant while Queenie helped her to act as office managers for the tattoo and piercing parlor, especially now that former Club President and current Nomad Charter member Robi Jean “RJ” Mitchell was not coming into the office anymore.
Today was not to be one of those long days, however, as Bandit and Banshee had made short work of their three sights to be inspected, found them all wanting before even stepping out of Bandit’s black and gold mustang. With this taking all of an hour, the two were now heading back to the apartment complex that housed the unit Banshee called her home away from home to pick up her girlfriend on the way over to her sister’s place to discuss things with their fellow Shieldmaidens, “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire and Becca “Bruiser” Maguire. As they pull away from the last place they’d checked out, a beauty parlor called, “Haute Hedz,” Banshee nods slowly, girding her loins for what she was about to ask.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Lass, bae tha true?
Bandit frowns behind the wheel.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Be what true?
Banshee exhales heavily.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Whot Skrabz said? ‘Bout Bullet baein’ a mog chancer?
Bandit can’t believe her ears.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You really think she was ratting on Salazar?
Banshee shrugs.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Dinna matter whot I tink, it matter whot Salazar tink…
Bandit scoffs, shaking her head dismissively.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Salazar owes her one after that Los Lobos Sangrientos shit where she and Sam walked into an ambush and Sam got shot.
Banshee nods slowly, knowingly yet still skeptically.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Aye, tha may bae true, but she and Zombie…
Bandit almost laughs, stopping herself short of it even if it would have been a mirthless endeavor if she’d let the laugh fly.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: What were they actually talking about, Eef?
Banshee frowns in confusion, thinking the answer was fairly obvious.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Tyke Index’s cocaine intake…
Bandit shakes her head emphatically.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: No, Zombie was making fun of him for being fat and lazy and eating too much junk food and that by doing so he’d changed from being the King of something to being a Zero and that she was going to legally bury his monkey ass, thus cutting off his ability to pay for any of the above-mentioned products. No more chili dogs and coca-cola for Tyke Index if he’s worm food!
Banshee nods slowly, still visibly confused.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Aye, but…
Bandit glances over at her quickly as they stop for a red light.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: But what? Alé was talking to a fellow competitor about said competitor’s next opponent and mentioned a member of her family, a blood relative, that happens to run a couple of distribution firms for things like soda pop, potato chips and other things that require shipping.
Banshee nods pointedly as the light changes and bandit puts the car back into gear.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: I bae knowin’ he’s in truckin’, Lass, but I also bae knowin’ tha bae a front fer whot he’s…
Bandit nods before Banshee can even finish giving breath to her thought.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Yes, it’s a front, but it also helps if we go along with the front. Nobody would have said a thing if we’d mentioned her father or my father…
Banshee nods quickly, almost feeling happy for a possible subject change.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Aye, I noticed tha naither o’ ye wished yer fathers a Happy Father’s Day…
Bandit’s mouth almost falls open in shock.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You really expect me to say something nice to my absentee sperm donor?
Banshee quickly shakes her head again. It was quite common knowledge about anyone with even the slightest connection to the Club that bandit couldn’t stand her father and only barely tolerated any mention of him in the even in the most oblique sense.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Nay, I dinna expect ye tae say ennithin but Bullet…
Again, Bandit nods before Banshee can finish giving breath to her thought.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Was busy actually calling her father. She facetimed him with her sisters since they both live in town too.
Banshee smiles.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: At yer place then?
Bandot nods.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Angel and I were there too. Alé’s parents are such a loving pair it always makes me a little sad and jealous to see it.
Banshee’s smile remains and almost seems to brighten noticeably.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: So it bae a family affair then?
Bandit finally smiles as well.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: It was…
Pausing, Bandit considers the earlier conversation piece
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You really think Alé ratted him out?
Banshee shakes her head as she glances out the window.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: I dinna say tha…
Before Bandit can answer this, Banshee nods to their turn.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Aye, we bae haer…
They pull up to the apartment complex and Banshee’s girlfriend, Shieldmaiden prospect Katrina “Knox” Knox, joins them in the car.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Should we ask Knox here her opinion on the subject?
Knox frowns in confusion.
Katrina "Knox" Knox: My opinion on what?
Bandit grins while Banshee just shakes her head.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Skrabz calling Alé a rat..
Knox barely nods.
Katrina "Knox" Knox: Oh… that…
Knox sighs as bandit looks on from the driver seat and Banshee nods from the front passenger seat.
Katrina "Knox" Knox: Is it ok if I think it’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard?
Bandit can’t help but smile as she puts the car into gear and pulls out into traffic again.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Oh, this I have to hear…
Banshee nods to her girlfriend and Knox
Katrina "Knox" Knox: It’s just, there’s no way I can see Bullet ratting on anyone. Isn’t Salazar her cousin? Doesn’t he run a trucking company or something?
Banshee nods.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Aye, he is and aye he does at tha…
Bandit giggles.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: He also has a thing for Sam.
Knox frowns in even greater confusion.
Katrina "Knox" Knox: But… she’s…
Banshee and Bandit both nod as they take a corner.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Taken? Aye, tha she is…
The car pulls into the driveway of the abode of fellow Shieldmaidens, “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire and Becca “Bruiser” Maguire. Bandit shuts the car off and the three women step out and walk up to the door where Psycho is already waiting for them holding the Maguires’ five-month-old son, Robbie John.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: RJ bae a wee grump this morn but he’ll bae happy tae see his Aunty Eef!
Banshee smiles as she walks over and is handed the baby.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: How m’boy bae today?
Bandit and Knox both shake their heads at how natural Banshee seems with the baby.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Does he always do that? Calm immediately in Eef’s arms?
Psycho nods knowingly, as if the irony is not lost on her.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, it happens e’ry time.
The four women and the baby enter the home and move into the den where they find Bruiser sitting in a big easy chair, her leg still in a cast and propped up.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Hey, Bex!
Bruiser nods in greeting to her fellow Maidens.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Hey guys, I hear it’s Toll Gan’ time?
Bandit, Banshee and Knox nod in unison, Banshee trying not to jostle RJ as she does so while Psycho just crosses her arms in annoyance after closing the door behind them all.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Blaedin’ bastards, th’ lot o’em!
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Skrabz called Alé a rat…
Psycho and Bruiser’s eyes both get big as saucers, both seemingly outraged.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: How’d he figure that one?
Banshee goes over to the couch and sits down, gently rocking RJ as she does so.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: He mentioned sumting from Twitter wit Zombie…
Psycho shakes her head, looking like she wants to explode.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: He bae tryin’ tae sow discord in our ranks then?
Bruiser nods her agreement, the New York attitude and accent suddenly coming out hard in her voice. This only tended to happen when she got overly agitated.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Sure as fuck sounds like it! Got bald fuckin’ balls goin’ for the top like that!
Bandit can’t help but smirk.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Well, that just kinda goes with the Toll Gang in general doesn’t it? They look like a walking set of bald balls so why not act like it when the opportunity presents itself?
The lone prospect in the room, Knox, nods slightly, seemingly wondering if it’s her place to say anything out loud here without being asked first.
Katrina "Knox" Knox: You think he was being specific in which ones he picked?
Bandit, Banshee, Bruiser and Psycho all look to Knox, all of them seemingly confused as to where the prospect is going with this. Knox nods pointedly in return.
Katrina "Knox" Knox: I mean, he picked our Club President and the one Full Patch that’s technically in law enforcement and insinuated cooperation of a level that…
Bandit nods.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: That says he either knows exactly how this game is played or he has no ideas so he’s just spraying in the dark hoping for a reaction and maybe even a split.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Or to stir up some of our usual friends right before Sam gets married..
Psycho’s face takes on a mask of fury.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Tha gammy fuckin’ gimp!
Bandit raises her hands to slow Psycho’s roll.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Easy, Sorsh, easy…
Psycho shakes her head before pointing almost accusingly.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye dinna naed tae bae tellin’ me tae take aesy, Lass, I bae knowin’ whot we bae naedin’ tae do! There bae rats in th’ cellar an’ we bae naedin’ tae flush them out!
Bandit shrugs.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You know, depending on what Sam decides she wants to do after her honeymoon, this might be a preview of ST in Mile High…
Psycho grins.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, it jes may bae tha…
Knox frowns.
Katrina "Knox" Knox: I thought you liked teaming with Sam?
Bandit nods in response.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I do and if she wants to go after these pissants for what they did to us, we’ll give ‘em all a nice Cheshire Grin!
She pauses and then nods with a smirk.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: But it never hurts to be prepared either… just in case...
Knox, Bruiser, Psycho and Banshee all frown somewhat in confusion and Bandit nods, ready to start her explanation.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Sam has aspirations. She was THE Champ in Galactic, remember?
The others all nod comprehendingly and Bandit nods back in response.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: It’s also an advantage we have. Between me, Sam, Zombie and Sorsh, they have no idea which two they might getting at any one time. It’s not like Skrabz where he knows he’s getting Alé whether he likes it or not.
Katrina "Knox" Knox: He seemed to like the idea well enough...
Bandit wheels on Knox and nods pointedly at her.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Yeah, but did he really?
Bandit nods even more pointedly.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Man’s all about them dubs, heard? Only one in this here place can say they got man, and man don’t like see someone else be the guvna in man’s world! So what’s man gotta do but make sure that person ain’t come for man again.
Psycho grits her teeth.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I’d love tae show man where he kin stick his manky attitude!
Bandit’s eyes flash.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Sounds like we’re gonna flush the rats after all!
Knox, Bruiser, Banshee and Psycho all nod their agreement and Bandit can’t help but smile.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Seltic Tribe in full effect…
On-Camera
Wednesday, June 19, 2019
The Home Bruiser and Psycho
New Orleans, Louisiana
12:25 PM CDT
The camera opens upon Shieldmaidens Jackie “Bandit” Layton, “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire, Aoife “Banshee” Maguire and prospect Katrina “Knox” Knox all standing next to fellow Shieldmaiden Becca “Bruiser” Maguire sitting in her easy chair, all in what almost looks like matching uniforms of blue jeans, black t-shirts and their Shieldmaidens kuttes, the only differences being in the shirts the individuals are each wearing. Bandit is sporting a Suicidal Tendencies shirt with the band’s name in a circular formation and font that almost looks like a biker club, a skull wearing a flipped up hat hip hop style in the middle of the circle. Psycho is also wearing a Suicidal Tendencies shirt, only hers depicts a skull with a mohawk that reads “Still Cyco After All These Years.” Knox wears a Disturbed t-shirt that simply depicts the cover of their “Immortalized” album. Bruiser has on a Metallica t-shirt with the cover of the “Ride The Lightning” album on it and Banshee has on a shirt that simply reads “Banshee” in red letters. Bandit nods to the camera and smirks.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You think you got us, don’t you?
Bruiser, Knox, Psycho and Banshee all shake their heads in various levels of disgust.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: There we were, Mile High Spectacular, the Titaness and the Bandit versus Tox and Shox for the Mile High Tag Team Championships, our sister Maidens watching at ringside like they always do and Sam and I put you down. After waiting for a year, and hearing all about how you “Da Realest” like the two of you just walked out of the Jersey Shore or something instead of England, Sam and I showed you who we were and you loved it so much, you wanted some more right then and there but you didn’t really… did you?
Bruiser snickers cruelly in her chair while Knox, Banshee and Psycho shake their heads behind Bandit.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: So there you are, realest guys in the room, biggest badasses, the guys who are supposed to be the ones who can take things whenever they want because they are just that much better...
She pauses, suddenly looking off to the distance on the left.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Entered the crucible of competition and found themselves wanting so much so that the only way they could win, was to cash in a second title shot and make sure only the smallest competitor was there so you could double team me like your wildest fantasy come to life funhouse mirror style and steal our championships?
Psycho simply shakes her head as if she wants to spit in both outrage and disgust.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: They bae bad alright!
Bruiser, Knox and Banshee all nod in unison while Bandit shrugs as she looks to Psycho.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Maybe being so near you earlier in the night got them all revved up, Sorsh. I mean, they know they never had a prayer at you either so getting to touch you in a battle royal was as close as they were going to get to what they never seem to be able to get…
Psycho nods to Bandit.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, man saems a wee bit n naed as well…
Bandit snickers.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Yeah, I noticed how much he was looking and kind of pathetically trying for every female that came near him. Some people would call them horndogs…
Psycho shakes her head.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Nay, they’re more rats than ennithin else. They wait in th’ shadows, they faed on whoteva they kin find but only if it’s already havin’ a wee problem…
She nods to Bandit.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Like ye said, ye and Sam full bore, they lost. Jes ye, an’ they manage tae steal one!
Bandit nods.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Which, ok, you stole one from us. Cool, great, grand, kick up the party but do you know what happens when the rats get exposed to daylight?
Psycho grins.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: They scurry away?
Bandit nods.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: And usually into the waiting arms of some lovely little traps placed lovingly for them to come out and feast on.
Psycho slaps her hands to her cheeks in mock shock.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye kinna bae sayin’ whot I tink ye bae sayin’, kin ye, Lass?
Bandit shrugs playfully.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I’m saying you can’t have a cock-up if the cock in question doesn’t work anymore, now can you?
Psycho shrugs.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Dinna know it bae workin’ in th’ first place.
She pauses and then shrugs again.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Dinna wanna know, if ye bae takin’ m’maenin’...
Bandit snickers, the others behind them all nodding and laughing as well.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Yeah, me neither. I think we already paid as much of that toll as we’re going to and now it’s time to drive that bridge and send the rats flying off into the water below!
Psycho nods her agreement.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, they bae the gatekaepers an’ now, we have tae kick the gates down!
Knox leans forward.
Katrina "Knox" Knox: Hey, maybe they think they’re gonna ring our bells…
Banshee smirks and starts singing to Knox.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Ye kin rin’ me beeeellll, rin me bell!
Knox smirks and nods.
Katrina "Knox" Knox: I do enjoy making the Banshee wail, but that’s beside the point here, Eef.
Bandit and Psycho both can’t help but chuckle.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, ye jes did more rin’in’ than Toll Gang has in yaers!
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: And we aim to keep it that way by showing you naff wiffy pong that you’re not the kind of punters we would take even if we were scrubbers!
Bruiser shakes her head.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Fuckin’ cocksuckers…
Bandit shrugs.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I think the proper term is yobbos and they definitely are…
Psycho shakes her head.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Fuckin’ gobshites, get jammy an’ ye tink ye own th’ world…
Bandit shrugs coldly.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: We’ll see who’s lucky, won’t we? There’s a new shooter at the table…
She smirks knowingly.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You should see when I get on a roll in Vegas! I make the rats jump ship because they can all see the iceberg dead ahead and they don’t wanna come up snake eyes!
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Time tae scarper!
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Post by Bullet on Jun 22, 2019 14:40:50 GMT -6
Off-Camera
Wednesday, June 19, 2019
Upper Room
New Orleans, Louisiana
10:05 AM CDT
Sitdowns were never fun. Inevitably, there would be that one person, probably the one who had called for it in the first place, that had gotten half a detail of a story and jumped to whatever the wildest conclusion possible to jump to and was now ready to go to war over it no matter what anyone else said. Usually it meant some informant, likely a low level police officer that somebody had on a payroll had heard something from some other low level cop making small talk with somebody else and the information turns out to be a fourthhand remark from a secondhand source that may or may not even be the real source.
This sitdown was going to be a lot of that since it was coming from guys who had heard about a wrestling promo cut by the Mile High Wrestling World Champion, Skrabal Stanzas, and most of them had likely not even actually heard or seen the promo in question. They had probably just been told about it by a subordinate and then gone ballistic over it. This was going to be a big one for Shieldmaidens President and Mile High Wrestling Phoenix Champion Alex “Bullet” Carbajal and she knew it. When Salazar Mejia had called her, she’d had an inkling of what was to come but when Benny Aguilar had called as well, that had told all she needed to know.
An hour earlier.
Her phone rings and Bullet looks down at the number.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Hijue…
She quickly hits the button and answers.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Bueno?
The voice of Benny “The Bull” Aguilar greets her ears.
Benny Aguilar: Habitacion. Una hora.
The call abruptly ends.
Present
“Habitacion” referred to a place called the Upper Room, a dining establishment that had a literal private upper room that was often used for working lunches or dinners amongst New Orleans’ business interests. It was also popular with the underworld and an especially favorite spot of one Marcos Barrios. Marcos was liaison between the Russians and the Cartel and Benny was Marcos’ right hand and chief enforcer. So when Benny says come to the Upper Room in this manner, you generally knew something was up.
Bullet walks into the private room, and nods knowingly as she takes in the scene before her. Salazar is sitting to the left of the one end of the table where two chairs wait for Bullet and the person she brought as her second, Shilemdiaens Sgt-At-Arms Essentia “Essie” Carbajal. Sitting next to him is his personal enforcer, Gino Leija. Across the table from him sit Marcos and Benny and just passed them sat two of the Russians, Anatoly Tarasenko and Sergei Fetisov. Tarasenko was usually seen as the shotcaller while Sergei was his muscle. Down the table from Salazar and Gino were three more guys, two black and one of mixed heritage. Of the two black men, Freddie “The Falcon” Hightower, had been a big time football player in high school and now was a shotcaller amongst the better street dealers in town, while his compatriot, Johnny Ray Morrison, had also been a football player in high school but had not been as accomplished as the Falcon had been. He was here because, although he was not as high-ranking in the game, he tended to be a calming influence on the ones who were more likely to explode. The last man, Manu Reyes, was a half Samoan, half Dominican man who oversaw the Samoan street dealers on the other side of town. His presence was a signal that this was a city-wide problem and to be taken as a big deal.
Bullet and Essie take their seats and Marcos nods to them. Gino steps up and closes the door behind them before returning to his seat.
Salazar Mejia: Are we all comfortable now?
Bullet looks down the table and shakes her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: The table would seem to say no to that.
Salazar smirks knowingly.
Salazar Mejia: Pobre Aleja…
Bullet’s hand curls into a fist at the usage of this name and Salzar’s grin only widens.
Salazar Mejia: ¿Hay problema?
Before Bullet can answer, Marcos glares across the table at Salazar.
Marcos Barrios ¿Es divertido?
He nods his head pointedly.
Marcos Barrios ¿Cómico?
Marcos points at the rest of the table.
Marcos Barrios ¿Ves la risa?
Salazar sits back in his chair, clearly cowed in a way not many had ever seen and Bullet takes the moment to break into the conversation.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: What is the problem?
Marcos moves his glare to Bullet and nods to his fellow attendees.
Marcos Barrios We have heard some disturbing rumors.
Bullet just glares back him.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We are here for rumors?
Marcos nods and Tarasenko leans forward.
Anatoly Tarasenko: Da, rumors.
Bullet moves her gaze to Tarasenko, her expression never changing.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: What rumors?
Tarasenko simply stares through her.
Anatoly Tarasenko: You are accused of conspiring with law enforcement and telling them of our organization. There is public proof.
Bullet nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You mean the tweets with Zombie?
Tarasenko frowns at the name offered and turns to his compatriot Fetisov. They talk amongst themselves for a quick second and then Tarasenko turns back to her and nods.
Anatoly Tarasenko: Da, the tweets with Wendy Stevens. It is true she is actually police officer investigating you?
Johnny Ray shakes his head.
Jimmy Ray Morrison: Shit… ain’t that a…
Before Johnny Ray can finish his statement, Bullet nods to Tarasenko.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Partially.
Tarasenko’s eyes narrow.
Anatoly Tarasenko: Partially? What is partial truth?
Bullet nods to him.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You are speaking of when I joked that Salazar would have to adjust his income levels after Zombie put Tyke Index down, yes?
Tarasenko looks back to his compatriot in confusion. As he turns back, he nods to Marcos.
Anatoly Tarasenko: Are we?
Marcos nods grimly.
Marcos Barrios We are.
Bullet nods slowly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And because Skrabz mentioned it…
Tarasenko raises a hand to stop her.
Anatoly Tarasenko: Skrabz?
Bullet nods to him.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Skrabz is the Mile High Wrestling World Champion. His next championship defense is against me and his next match is with his two friends in his stable versus myself, Bandit and Psycho. He mentioned the tweets in his promotional video for the match. Called me a rat and wondered aloud how I had managed to survive in the game if I had such loose lips for mentioning Salazar by name.
Salazar can’t help but smirk playfully.
Salazar Mejia: ¿Hizo sonreír a la statua?
Bullet glares over at Salazar.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: She will be married on Friday and not to you. Her name is not dick so keep out your mouth!
Johnny Ray and Freddie the Falcon’s mouths drop open, as does Manu’s. Salazar shrugs playfully.
Salazar Mejia: She will see the truth in time…
Tarasenko leans in again.
Anatoly Tarasenko: Statua?
Bullet nods and moves her gaze from salazar to Tarasenko.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Salazar is infatuated with mi parcera, Samantha Hamilton. Salazar has not come to his realization yet.
Tarasenko frowns.
Anatoly Tarasenko: What realization?
Bullet allows herself a small smirk.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: That none of the Maidens are ever going to do what he wants her to do for him.
Salazar almost laughs.
Salazar Mejia: Time will tell, Aleja…
Bullet glares at him for the use of the nickname but before she can say anything, Manu leans forward in his seat.
Manu Reyes: Excuse me for asking but, if Salazar is the one she supposedly ratted out to los tombos, then why is he the least upset man at this table?
Salazar smirks brodly.
Salazar Mejia: Because, I told her to do it.
The rest of the table outside of Salazar, Bullet and Essie just stare at the Colombian man in shock.
Anatoly Tarasenko: Why would you do this?
Salazar shrugs.
Salazar Mejia: It’s always fun to play the game…
Tarasenko’s eyes narrow.
Anatoly Tarasenko: Game?
Bullet nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Zombie used to work for the Department of Justice in California. She was relieved of her duties there due to investigating people who were not wanted criminals in any case but maintains a professional relationship in New York. She currently runs a bail bonds office there and is a Shieldmaiden in good standing. Her match with Tyke Index that was referenced in that tweet was a Buried Alive match in which she had to literally bury him in dirt to win. Tyke Index has a self-made reputation as a major consumer of cocaine but also tends to be a major consumer of other goods that make use of Salazar’s distribution network.
She pauses and then nods in acknowledgement to Salazar.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: The legitimate ones.
She nods as realization starts to set in around the table.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: This was both a joke and a test to see what Zombie’s colleagues would do if something like this was floated out there. We all know Salazar was on their radar and we know because of Detective Marchand that the Shieldmaidens are as well. So we tested los tombos to see what the reaction would be if that were to happen knowing they have nothing on us since it was an obvious joke, a way to comment on Tyke’s less than well-defined physique and promote their fight all at the same time. Salazar also happens to be my cousin, so, of course, it is not unusual to mention family on social media.
Salazar’s smirk grows in intensity.
Salazar Mejia: Did it work?
Bullet nods without even looking to him.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: It lit up their board like a Christmas tree at first. Then after the verbiage was parsed, disappointment set in and we had our answer. They have nothing.
Tarasenko nods to her.
Anatoly Tarasenko: And you know this firsthand?
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Zombie does and she passed the information to me. She also won her match so…
She nods and glances at Salazar.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Were adjustments required?
Salazar shrugs.
Salazar Mejia: He did not die so…
Marcos frowns.
Marcos Barrios Does Rafa know?
Salazar nods.
Salazar Mejia: Of course El Jefe knows. I asked permission before Bullet and Zombie put the plan into action. He signed off on it.
Marcos glares at him.
Marcos Barrios ¿Y no me dices nada?
Salazar sits up in his chair.
Salazar Mejia: Nada que decir.
Manu manages to laugh.
Manu Reyes: Are you saying this is a pissing contest between you two?
Bullet shakes her head before either Marcos or Salazar can answer.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: No, this is lack of communication and somebody outside the organization trying to take advantage of things he knows nothing about. Salazar, you should have read Marcos in and you know it. You did not because you wanted to see the look on his face when he jumped to the wrong conclusion and found out he’d been had on it. One day, this will get you in trouble…
She nods to Salazar and then Marcos in one smooth motion.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡No des papaya!
Marcos nods grimly.
Marcos Barrios You should listen to her, Salazar. She has the temperature of the room much better than you do.
Bullet nods to Marcos.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I’m sorry you were not told. It will not happen again.
Marcos nods, visibly relieved at what he has heard.
Marcos Barrios Gracias, Bala.
Bullet looks around the table and notices that everyone else looks relieved as well.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿A la orden?
Marcos nods.
Marcos Barrios You already have and you will continue, I’m sure. Thank you for this, Bullet.
Bullet nods and the room clears out leaving just her, Salazar and Essie.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Was it what you had hoped for?
Salazar almost laughs.
Salazar Mejia: ¡Lo sabes!
Salazar gets up and takes his leave, still laughing as he goes. Bullet looks to Essie and just shakes her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Malparido pelota!
Essie can only nod her agreement.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: Sí …
On-Camera
Saturday June 22, 2019
Warehouse Gym
New Orleans, Louisiana
2:15 PM CDT
The camera opens on Shieldmaidens President Alex “Bullet” Carbajal as she stands 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, acknowledging its presence while also looking like she can’t believe what she just heard.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Está jincho, Parce?
She pauses to reach out a hand to emphasize the question.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: No, seriously, are you?
She cocks her head as her hand moves back.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Is man drunk?
Her head moves back upright and she nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Or is man showing that man has no juveos?
She pauses again, seemingly considering this for a second.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: How else do you explain man going out of his way to get someone else to do his dirty work by trying to get me labeled a rat in public like that? You trying to duck me, Blud?
She taps her chin for a second and then crosses her arms, seemingly losing herself in thought.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I mean, man said “about time” when asked about facing me for the Mile High World Championship. Mentioned it had been a long time coming and even mentioned how I’m the only one in Mile High can say I put man down…
Pausing again, her hand freezes in midair, index finger up as if a point hangs in midair with it.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Which is funny because of what you and Tox and Shox been saying lately. I mean, Da Problem and Da Rebel all up in Jack and Sam being upset about they loss and ask if we know how it is with people who all good when they win but make excuses when they lose…
She pauses to nod to the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Yeah, there are a lot of people like that… like, your captain, innit?
She nods, her hand reaching to point accusingly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You can talk all you want about Sam and Jack but it’s always going to sound funny since man like Skrabz does that when it concerns me, innit?
Shrugging, Bullet holds out to her hand to slow the response she knows is coming.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Don’t tell me he does not either because we’ve all heard him excuse it every time that when I won, it was because others got involved. He’s whined about it since it happened and it remains the only real blemish on his record here in Mile High and I am certain he just loves the idea of having to do that again!
The hand lowers and Bullet nods again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: So man says it’s all about them dubs?
She nods understandingly, shrugging slightly along with the nod.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Qué chimba!
She nods again, this time glaring directly into the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Fine, then all bullshit aside, we, the Shieldmaidens, have beaten all of you, but you, Toll Gang, cannot say the same. Jack and Sam beat the BCB and I beat Skrabz whether man like it or not…
She trails off, looking into the distance for a second before looking back to the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And let me ask Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, do you ever actually say anything besides, “We won.” and “We ain’t recognize you?”
She nods forcefully to the camera, almost begging for an answer.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I really wanna know if you have anything else to say to get hype because once you hear that a few times…
She shrugs and shakes her head dismissively.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: It just seems kind of empty when you’re saying it to people who have straight up put you down before! You don’t recognize us, that means either you’re lying about being able to recognize real or you’re lying about being real yourselves, so which is it?
Looking down, she shakes her head incredulously.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We ain’t recognize you…
She looks up and glares into the camera all over again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: So what you are saying is you recognize nothing and we need to beat the recognition into you…
She nods, shrugging as if this was the plan all along.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Again I say...
The smile broadens on her face.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Qué chimba!
She nods knowingly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You want to be real?
Nodding pointedly, she takes a step closer to the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Fine, the company recognizes real right here because it was not any of you who were on the return poster telling the world Mile High Wrestling was back. It was not man like Skrabz, it was not Solomon Cain, it was not BCB, not Toll Gang…
She pauses and points to herself.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: It was me. The company surveyed the landscape and decided if somebody was gonna be recognized as the real shit here it was me and they broadcast that to the world! Robert Mack came back, opened his doors and said there sits the real thing and now you are gonna look at the world and tell them he was wrong and that you really the ones who run this place?
She nods, almost laughing while managing to stifle herself.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You…
Shaking her head, she waves her hand violently across the shot rather dismissively.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You are no one’s landlord, Skrabz and you are evicting no one!
She reaches down and picks up the Mile High Phoenix Championship.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I came here, I took this championship and I made it mean so much the company picked me over you to announce it was back! I am also the only champion in the history of this company to never lose my championship and I’m the only one who can look at Skrabz and say, recognize this…
She brings her arm up as if about to perform her Dios Es Una Bala forearm smash on the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You should because you already know why Dios Es Una Bala. You felt it a year ago and now we get to it for real!
She looks to her championship and nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: It’s time to remind you what you learned so long ago…
Holding out her arm, she forms her hand into the shape of a gun.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Got you in my sights, Skrabz, and it’s time we all just let fly!
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