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Post by Admin on Jun 24, 2019 7:12:45 GMT -6
 Mile High Wrestling Phoenix Championship
Bullet© vs Tyke Index vs Raven TruebloodRoleplay Limit: ONERoleplay Deadline: Sunday, July 7, 2019 @ 1AM Central |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2019 12:04:19 GMT -6
The scene pans in past the hustle and bustle of the backstage crew keeping the activity flowing. Scythe pushes himself off the wall that was holding him up. He has came here tonight for one reason and it is to cheer on the man that is preparing right in front of him. His self proclaimed Uncle Raven, who is letting wardrobe work with him, fitting him before he is about to walk out to face Bullet & Tyke Index. Scythe can see the pride in his Uncle, the toughness that he braces as he is about to go to combat over the most prestigious prize at Mile High.
Scythe: There is that name again, Tyke Index, it is funny how his name seems to be intertwined with the life I live. I am glad that you are fighting him this time and not I Uncle.
He laughs as Raven lets the costume designers continue their job cracking a slight grin at what Scythe said. Ella chuckles next to him admiring how handsome her man is looking right now.
Raven: you see nephew sometimes you got to do what makes absolutely no sense but yet feels natural at the same time. What makes no sense is me dressing up in this outfit what feels natural is me going agents tyke Index
Scythe: You know I would go out there if you felt it was needed, I am not ashamed to stand beside you Raven. I am not ashamed to proclaim my loyalty to you or to our family.
At this moment Raven sees the completed picture he looks like a man of the WALL from the GOT show everyone now hates. This pleases him making him grin. He turns and pats Scythe on the shoulder before stepping off the stool he was standing on for the seamstresses. He thinks about what wise words he could say right now, but Ella smiling from ear to ear makes him forget himself.
Raven: yea that right there is all I need for motivation and yet motivation is just pure luck
Scythe: Do us proud Uncle, what is dead may never die.
As the scene fades as raven yells
Raven: may the 4th be with everyone and everyone be with the 4th!
As the scene fades to black
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2019 12:07:20 GMT -6
Chapter 1:
Preparation for a second rising (in Phoenix)
Setting:
Harvey Goodfellows office in Brooklyn, New York
5/7/2019
I had been in Harveys office for a few hours now, drawing battle lines and making doodles, some doodles were prettier than others. My particular favourite was the one of Bullet lying with blood pouring out of her forehead and a frog leaping about next to her fallen body, absolute art, perfection on a piece of paper.
Harvey was sitting laughing on the phone, he had been chatting to Matchroom Promotions and multi-millionaire promoter Eddie Hearn, there had been some chat about setting up a cross industry match between myself and boxing legend Manny Pacquaio. Harvey was crossing the I’s and scoring the t’s on the deal, but despite much mainstream attention, something didn’t sit quite right with me regarding it. See, there was something very past tense about a guy like Manny. Manny WAS a great fighter, whereas guys like myself? Well, I was still a great fighter. Don’t believe me? Then do yourself a favour and just ask me or alternatively you can watch the last MAAAAI HAAAAI, yeah probably best to do that instead.
See, it was the night I redefined popular culture and lay down a marker for the future. People were starting to damn the star value of Tyke Index, people had genuinely forgotten what I was all about in the first place, PEOPLE had fallen into my trap.
Namely my good pal Scythe Bloodline and my even better mate the ‘lost child’ Solomon Cain. See, those good friends had the audacity to think that all of this was on their watch, that somehow I was merely a pawn on their chess board. Well, this week I only have one question, how does it feel boys? Scythe, how does it feel to have been put back in your box?
Solomon…
Solomon? How did it feel when that steel chair reigned over the back of your head like a hurricane stomping down our gracious Planet Mother Earth. I thought that chair shot would have done you the power of good, I wanted you to look right to the top of Coke Mountain when I finally brought you right back down to Earth with a shattering thud.
Somehow, though, that doesn’t feel quite good enough for you. Somehow, it looks like you actually want more of this and somehow, somehow it looks like you will actually be daft enough to answer my challenge to RISE AGAIN on July 21st. Great, let’s HANG.
As Harvey hung up the phone on Eddie with a huge shit eating grin on his face he told me to get my stuff packed, we were going on a ride, a long twenty six hour ride to our darling Denver.
I squinched up those doodles of Bullet and hurled them in the bin, all for recycling, saving the planet and being a good boy these days. Ha.
Oh, and on a side note I was now three weeks sober. What the hell is that when it is at home? Solomon, keeping up with my tally marks or you too ‘lost’ to bother? Thought as much.
Setting:
Cherry Creek State Park, Denver Colorado
Chapter Two:
I’m On a Boat
6/7/2019
Okay, that last paragraph about being sober? I lied. Get over it, but now I am on a mother fuckin’ boat with Harvey Goodfellows in the middle of Cherry Creek State Park and the worst part about it? I can feel the light waves shore us up, fuck, I get lake sick.
FUCK
Is lake sick even a thing? Harvey would repeatedly tell me that I was a wuss, but try telling that to the ‘baby’ waves as he would call them trying to wash me out to sea.
“Tyke, Cherry Creek Dam is only 14,300 feet long. Kids swim in shores deeper in this at school, c’mon, stop being a pussy”.
I started to flap my hands like an aeroplane, I was desperate to fly high, yet all I was getting was some weird looks off of both Harvey and also the old couple who were out for a late night romantic stroll.
There are a lot of things in my career I should probably feel a tad shameful about, I mean, let’s face it, over the past fifteen years I had some real terrible things such as bury myself alive (what do you mean Zombie buried me?) and hell at some point I am sure I even tried to stop a guy topping himself. How shameful right?
“Tyke, what on earth are you doing? Put your hands in the boat, you are only making the boat rock more with that stupid swaying.”
I was swaying? Like swaying? Like REALLY swaying?
Shit, I felt like I was in that scene of Titanic. Harvey was my Leonardo Di Caprio and I was Kate Winslet, complete with her luscious brown locks and enviable dress sense.
Harvey slapped me.
“Tyke, WAKE UP”
Right, I’m awake, what were we talking about again?
“Harvey, can we go back to land? I don’t like it out here.”
Harvey pointed to his left hand side and it turns out our boat was merely a stone throw from the Island, I was certain we were on a voyage across the Atlantic with no land to be seen for miles. Where did Harvey acquire this boat from anyway? Harvey nodded his head disapprovingly at me, almost as if to suggest I was acting childish about everything, if only he knew the half of it as we exited the boat.
We unpacked a couple of camping chairs from the back of the car and set up stall just next to the dam, original panic about being out at sea aside, it truly was a beautiful night with lots of stars in the sky, listen close enough and you could even hear a bunch of crickets try to lull you to sleep. All of this serene and aesthetic beauty would soon be ruined by the voice of Harvey Goodfellows, who else?
“Tyke, it’s been a year, a whole year since you were last a champion, how does that make you feel?”
Trust Harvey to try and put a dampener on my night, how did he think it made me feel?
“Oh, just spiffing Harvey. I love waking up in the morning without having to carry about fifteen pounds of gold, Harvz do you have any idea how awkward it is trying to get past airport security with that shit? Do you?”
Harvey nodded disapprovingly at my sarcastic retort.
“Tyke, who you kidding? Both you and I know that it was me who had to carry any championship you have ever won around the airports. You avoid airport security like a bitch for obvious reasons”
Harvey Goodfellows, forever the bringer of harsh truths and the occasional sweet lullaby, in the case of tonight just the former. He was telling the truth, though, I was socially awkward at the best of times and there was no way in hell I would reduce myself to the panic meltdown that would obviously and spontaneously ensue every time I would try to get a big huge ass championship piece of gold past security. I left getting past security in general to Harvey, we all know about my PAST problems, so I don’t think I need to divulge much more on that front.
“Tyke, I want an honest answer this time, how does it make you feel?”
There was silence for what seemed like an eternity, but in reality it was probably just a bunch of muffled up seconds rolled into one minute.
“How do you think it makes me feel? How would it make you feel Harvey? How would it make you feel if for the past year all you have heard are comments from industry critics and revisionists suggesting that you are over the hill, past it, no longer relevant in the grand scheme of things, an after thought?”
See, that is what I had to put up with the last 365 days, it didn’t help matters that Mile High shut down just as I was starting to make my mark. It was almost as if I was a forgotten existence in a planet that no longer cared; kinda how Solomon Cain feels every morning he wakes.
“Tomorrow I finally get to right a lot of wrongs, that journey started last week with finally getting to dance with Scythe, tomorrow we take a different route, a better one.”
Harvey, for the first time tonight looked like he enjoyed the syllabic mumbles coming from the lips of my mouth.
“Tyke, this Bullet. She is dangerous, president of the Shieldmaidens. I am sure you don’t need reminding of your recent record against this lot. Arguably one of the best wrestlers on the planet at the moment, in fact both Dave Meltzer and Wade Keller had her at number one and three respectively on their six month year end lists.”
I knew Harvey was trying to get a rise out of me, he wanted to bait out the side of Tyke Index that cared, that empathized with success; the problem Harvey had was that the guy he wanted to entice out was already part of the current conversation. See, recently I had found reason to give a shit once again. I wasn’t going to beat about the bush or lie to anyone, especially myself anymore. Tomorrow night at Mile High episode whatever the hell we are at I was going to go one better than last week and capture the Phoenix Championship.
“My recent record against the Shieldmaidens? Harvey, the Shieldmaidens have turned out to be the most important mile stone of my career. See, when I was buried alive; I had a renaissance of culture, faith, belief and my god it was beautiful, the Shieldmaidens done me a favour. Unlike last time I am no longer angry, just grateful, grateful they took the time to bury me six feet under and let me rest for a bit.”
Harvey was staring at me alarmingly as the sunset was fading below the trees and plants behind us, I don’t think he quite understood the stance I had on the Shieldmaidens and that is absolutely fine.
“While I was under the ground I had a few conversations with myself, a few home truths that had to be aired when there was no air to be had and with a clearer vision that defied the dirt and soil poking around my eyeballs.”
I stopped and looked over the dam, pointing at the sunset.
“Harvey, I thought I had seen the last of those. Genuinely, at one point I had come to terms with my own death. I thought I had hugged my last person, eaten my last breakfast and drank my last White Russian. See, when you come so close to the end, everything else becomes numb. Suddenly every muscle in your body for the first time begins to relax, you kick back, put your feet up and enjoy the soundtrack of nothing, absolutely nothing and sometimes absolutely nothing is all you need to make you realize that you had absolutely EVERYTHING.”
Harvey took a couple of Cuban cigars out of the pocket of his lovely little suitjacket, I always admired that about Harvey, he could be anywhere in the world from a court to an arena to a field like this, yet he would always be dressed to the tens, Harvey was consistent, I guess I could learn a little thing about being consistent from him the past year or so.
As Harvey lit our cigars and the sun faded entirely for the night, we both looked at each other and realized how important tomorrow was for my career.
“Tyke, tomorrow that sun is going to RISE AGAIN and Tyke, tomorrow, you are going to RISE AGAIN.”
We both smiled and sank back into our chairs, there was complete silence and everything seemed beautiful again.
Chapter Three
Last Words
Setting:
Backstage of Magness Arena
7/7/2019
I arrived early and headed straight to my dressing room, nobody else was in the building yet apart from a few developmental talents. I could see Katrina Mack chatting away to them and I am not going to lie, if it wasn’t for my recent epiphany of letting up and letting go, I would walk right up to her and ask her…
What she had for breakfast.
Genuinely, I wondered what someone like that had in the morning. Cereal or bananas? See, she was completely bananas. I had heard her kind words about me last week, pretty much blaming me for everything but the Nagasaki bomb. I liked Katrina, though, always did, she seemed fucking mental and that’s fine. I can do mental, but I can do mental another time.
At the side of my eye I noticed Chris Mosh arriving, I wondered if he was going to unpack another L from his locker but before I could make some chat about his famous streak…
There she is…
Or rather, there she was.
Bullet.
No sooner was she in my peripheral vision; she disappeared just like that, into thin air like my very existence was nothing but a trivial topic to her.
I was going to have to do something very drastic to make her care, I would literally have to peel down every single layer of skin that covered my tormented little body and reinvent every pore, reinvent myself. I would have to become bigger, better and stronger than ever before. See, at the moment, Bullet couldn’t give a shit about me and why should she?
What did I offer her that was any different to anyone else in Mile High? She had seen guys like me before, she had seen everything I had to offer and she had seen my short comings right in front of her, those though?
Those she would soon learn were not short comings but instead the making of an evolution, the evolution of Tyke Index.
Soon, Bullet would learn that everything she thought she ever knew about Tyke Index was a fallacy, that she had been mislead and lied to, just like every sad fucker that she had brainwashed in the Shieldmaidens along with that disgusting piece of shit Robi Jean Mitchell. Oh, hi RJ, I just dropped your name, best go make a tweet about it.
Just as I was starting to get a little bit excited about how fantastically fabulous tomorrow night was going to be Harvey dropped into my dressing room like a visage of grey clouds
“Raven Trueblood”
Oh, there is a name I haven’t heard since like last week.
“What about him? He moved back into his mothers basement again? He get matching tattoos with his creepy little nephew Scythe Bloodline?”
Harvey burst out laughing but not before spilling the beans
“So, it turns out our good friend Raven is making this a late night boogie wonderland tomorrow, a three way dance if you will”
I knew it was too good to be true for Bullet and I to have a late night catch up on our own, but hey, what the hell. Threes a crowd right and what I needed right now was a crowd, a crowd to witness this evolution, the evolution of all evolutions, MY evolution.
“We’re about to go so low, Harvey, how low can you go? Can you go all the way to the floor? Can you touch your toes?”
Raven just had to be part of this, didn’t he? He always loved sticking his nose where it didn’t belong, whether it be tomorrow night or in the past exchanges with Scythe. Raven was a walking, talking cockblock of career enhancement. Yet, somehow, tomorrow he would play witness to the best act yet.
Just as I could hear those sweet words emanate around my head, Harvey bellowed them at the top of his voice
“Here is your winner and NEW Phoenix Champion…the Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing of Coke Mountain…. Tykkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkke……Indeeeeeeex!”
I’ll raise a toast to that, who wouldn't?
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Post by Bullet on Jul 6, 2019 19:34:35 GMT -6
Off-Camera
Tuesday, July 2, 2019
Restoration Area
Twisted Steel Garage
New Orleans, Louisiana
8:56 AM CDT
Classic vehicle restoration was a big part of the business at Twisted Steel. People came from all around the state of Louisiana and over through Mississippi, Alabama and even over to the Florida Panhandle with their orders. In the eight-and-half years that Alex “Bullet” Carbajal had worked here in some capacity, she had seen a lot of special orders come down the pike. While her personal favorites had been a 1965 Harley-Davidson Panhead and a 1969 Dodge Charger, they had gotten things that others wouldn’t have asked to fix, like a 1989 Toyota Camry or a 1992 Isuzu Trooper. Most of those were for sentimental reasons that the folks at Twisted Steel understood immediately and treated as if they were being allowed to play with a cherry Shelby Mustang or a Harley-Davidson that looked like it was right out of Easy Rider.
They were also big with the racing community, both the professionals and the underground scene that had flourished even before Vin Diesel and Paul Walker had made it semi-cool. That had always been the Twisted Steel owner, Chrome Dragons MC President Trenton “Forge” Mitchell’s scene and his love for that had only grown when he’d figured out how to make a business out of it without getting himself killed behind the wheel every few days. Bullet had come in when she had bumped into the family on the beach in Destin, Florida while looking for her cousin. An encounter with the Mitchell’s daughter and a group of boys who didn’t seem to understand the meaning of the word no had caused an introduction to me made and a realization that the cousin she had been looking for was actually a member of the same MC the girl’s mother happened to be the president of, the Shieldmaidens.
An exception had been made almost immediately, the other Maidens accepting the sixteen-year-old as a prospect despite being two years too young at the time and Forge had given her a job, both as a thank you and a way to see what the youngster could do to keep her out of trouble.
The now twenty-three year-old Bullet finds herself standing in the special projects room of the garage with a president patch on her Shieldmaidens’ kutte shaking her head at her phone as the messages pour in regarding her social media once again. The night before, a question had been asked by one of her wrestling bosses, Mile High Wrestling’s Robert Mack and in answering it, another member of the roster had questioned how certain other major 1% MCs would handle what he was clearly implying would be an incursion into their territory by the Shieldmaidens and/or the Chrome Dragons. Given that this would be a serious offense and usually caused retaliation, Bullet’s phone had started chiming near non-stop with messages from members of other crews that she had become acquainted with over the years. Most were just testing the veracity of the rumor making the rounds. Now, one was taking the matter seriously enough to call.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Bueno?
The answering voice is immediately recognizable to her as a man she calls “Bolo.”
Johnny "Bolo" Beaulieu: Bullet…
She smiles despite herself, shaking her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Quiubo, Bolo?
Johnny “Bolo” Beaulieu was a man that had been born and raised in New Orleans only to move out west when he’d joined the military and ended up in the Denver area with the Hell’s Angels and had always had a fascination with fast cars, thus keeping him in touch with Twisted Steel.
Johnny "Bolo" Beaulieu: Shouldn’t I be askin’ you that, Alex?
The usage of her first name told Bullet all she needed to know about the nature of the call. Bolo never called her Alex unless it was a serious situation.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: This is about Solomon Cain, isn’t it?
She closes her eyes and pinches the bridge of her nose as she waits for the answer. Bolo does not make the wait long.
Johnny "Bolo" Beaulieu: Did you really tell them in public you were just waiting to find a building to expand into Denver?
Bullet sighs.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Robert Mack asked me when we were going to open a shop in the Denver area and I told him when Jack finds a building she likes.
Johnny "Bolo" Beaulieu: You’re not serious…
Bullet raises a hand she knows he can’t see.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Bolo, Jack isn’t looking at buildings in Denver, she hasn’t since before the company originally closed last year. If she was, we would have to do it on our own since Forge would not want to go there. He was not a fan of the place at all after what happened with his wife there.
She pauses and then smirks playfully.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Besides, Solomon Cain was just trying to start shit and he didn’t even technically get the two MCs he mentioned names right.
Johnny "Bolo" Beaulieu: He didn’t?
Bullet shakes her head almost laughing.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Not unless the Bandidos change their name to have a t in it and the Hell’s Angels suddenly went possessive instead of plural.
Bolo starts laughing.
Johnny "Bolo" Beaulieu: What did he call the Bandidos?
Bullet snickers again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: The Banditios.
Bolo laughs harder.
Johnny "Bolo" Beaulieu: Oh man, that’d get his ass lit up if there were any around him when he did it.
Bullet nods, still smirking.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Yeah, I know. Second one on the roster who’s tried something like this lately. The World Champion tried to get me labeled a rat for mentioning Salazar to Zombie.
Bolo laughs some more.
Johnny "Bolo" Beaulieu: He really doesn’t understand your family, does he?
Bullet shrugs.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Ya dizzy, Blud? Man like Skrabz don’t need pay attention to that noise, feel that, Fam? He keep it a hundred standard and ain’t tryin’ to hear all that.
She pauses and then smirks all over again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Besides, he’s not having a decade-long debate with his own brother about how to say the family name like you and Jakie Boy.
Bolo chuckles.
Johnny "Bolo" Beaulieu: Jakie Boy can be wrong all he wants, but I’ll never be BoLou!
Bullet’s smile only grows.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Yeah? And how receptive to us making a garage there would he be?
Bolo snickers again.
Johnny "Bolo" Beaulieu: Considering how much he loves racing on all the dirt tracks around? Probably be your best customer. Bandidos might object since they don’t like people who will sell to both of us here.
Bullet sighs, nodding resignedly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Yeah, I really doubt that will ever happen. Even when Jack was looking up there, she was looking at bars and beauty shops more as investments than anything else. I think she found a couple she thought were worth inquiring about but those were definitely not auto shops. Even then, she had a run in with Marchand up there and that kind of took the shine off looking for her after that.
Bolo sighs heavily himself.
Johnny "Bolo" Beaulieu: The Merchant of Death strikes again!
Bullet nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: He’s been remarkably quiet since the changeover. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. Like, ok, does that mean he really is after others or is he just lulling us to sleep?
Johnny "Bolo" Beaulieu: A legit question to be sure. You’re coming here Sunday, right?
Bullet nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: we’re fighting Sunday, yes. I’m defending my championship against Raven Trueblood and Tyke Index. Jack and Sam are fighting BCB for the tag team championships. Zombie’s fighting Skrabz non-title and Psycho’s fighting a guy who was champion over in HCW and is making his Mile High debut in Gabriel Ohio. It will be a big night for us all.
Bolo whistles shrilly.
Johnny "Bolo" Beaulieu: That’s a lot of beef, Hon!
She nods even as she walks over to a bench and sits down.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: It is, yes. Gabriel Ohio is three times Psycho’s size. I think BCB more or less are too when it comes to Jack and Sam. Skrabz has a size advantage on Zombie but it’s not nearly as pronounced as the others. Zombie’s got some guns on her. Tyke and Raven are both smaller physically than the others but they are both larger than me…
Bolo butts in.
Johnny "Bolo" Beaulieu: And there’s two of them so they have the numbers as well.
Bullet nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Yeah, though Tyke has proven he really doesn’t play well with others so I do not think he and Raven will be teaming up much. He tried to play Solomon Cain and now it’s probably going to earn him retaliation.
Johnny "Bolo" Beaulieu: His history with y’all is kinda…
Bullet nods yet again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: He’s kinda wiry and I think people still expect him to go full loco often. Raven looks like a man he should not trifle with but knowing Tyke, he will anyway.
Bolo chuckles.
Johnny "Bolo" Beaulieu: Sounds like you have your hands full.
Bullet shrugs.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Could be…
Johnny "Bolo" Beaulieu: Get to it, I’ll see you from the crowd on Sunday.
Bullet nods slowly, now grinning.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Thanks, Bolo… see you…
The call ends and almost immediately a second one comes in. Bullet sees the number and her mouth falls open.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Bueno?
The voice of Bolo’s brother, Jake “BoLou” Beaulieu, greets her ears.
Jake "BoLou" Beaulieu: You did NOT seriously announce an invasion on fucking twitter!
Bullet almost laughs.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Hello to you too, Louie! By the way, your brother still says you’re wrong!
Unamused, BoLou’s voice returns to her ears.
Jake "BoLou" Beaulieu: Fuck him and his bullshit name too! Now, stop ddging the fucking question, woman up and answer me, dammit! Did you, or did you not, annoucne a fucking Denver invasion on twitter?
Bullet shrugs.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Louie, seriously, you really think I’d take us there knowing how Forge and RJ would react to that? How Widow would react…
Jake "BoLou" Beaulieu: Forge has his own damn club, RJ and Widow are not in charge, you are, so for the last fucking time, what the hell did you do?
Bullet exhales heavily, a hint of annoyance growing in the back end of the tone.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I was being nice to Robert Mack and Solomon Cain’s a pelota trying to start shit because he’s angry he failed and Tyke Index is trying to fuck with him. So, no, there is no invasion of Denver, you can calm yourself now.
BoLou goes quiet for a second and then clicks his teeth.
Jake "BoLou" Beaulieu: You keep going like this, one of these days you are not going to be able to explain shit away and get your ass out of the sling anymore, Alex. This is twice since that company has come back from the dead…
Bullet nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Yes, and look at the two malparidos that were involved, Louie. Both of them are trying to do whatever they can to gain the psychological advantage and if they can get guys like you to do their dirty work for them and not have to worry about fighting me anymore, well, guess who won the pony!
Remaining silent for a second, BoLou, seemingly contemplates his retort.
Jake "BoLou" Beaulieu: Are you sure that shit isn’t more trouble than it’s worth? You’d almost be better off getting into a racket and running contraband of some sort than dealing with guys who are gonna say shit in public like that.
This time it’s Bullet’s turn to be unmoved.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Or I could just have people not jump to conclusions because of the stupid ramblings of idiots they don not even bother to actually tarck down the true quotes of and just go off the rumors spread by their father’s brothers’ nephew’s cousin’s former roommate by marriage three times removed!
Again, BoLou goes momentarily silent as he contemplates his retort.
Jake "BoLou" Beaulieu: He really still insists on saying our name is Bolo?
Bullet can’t help but smirk.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Hasn’t he always?
Jake "BoLou" Beaulieu: Yes… but I still hold out hope he’ll pull his head from his ass on things…
Bullet snickers.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Where’s the fun in that?
BoLou finally laughs in return.
Jake "BoLou" Beaulieu: True, if he suddenly started agreeing with me I’d think he was either wasted or dying and neither is a good thing so...
He pauses and then returns again, the anger and bass removed from his voice.
Jake "BoLou" Beaulieu: Consider this fire extinguished…
Bullet nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Gracias, Louie…
The call ends and Bullet shakes her head incredulously.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Hijueputa! ¡Pelotas! ¡Todos ellos!
On-Camera
Saturday, July 6, 2019
Warehouse Gym
Shieldmaidens Clubhouse
New Orleans, Louisiana
7:01 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 looking vaguely annoyed.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Robert Mack announces I am to defend my Phoenix Championship against the winners of two matches, Raven Trueblood versus Finn Whelan and Tyke Index versus Scythe Bloodline. Those matches happen and Raven Trueblood and Tyke Index advance to the match with me and, I must admit, it excited me to see names I had heard much about competing for the chance to face me.
She crosses her arms across her chest.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Tyke Index, of course, I knew of from last year when he crossed over from HcW and came in with a lot of hype behind him. Almost immediately he started talking to our President at the time and generally just made a nuisance of himself until a meeting happened and…
Pausing, Bullet shrugs, her arms remaining crossed as she does so.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Well, there were suddenly several no longer in Mile High Wrestling, weren’t there?
She nods slightly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And you did not stop with Robi Jean Mitchell, did you?
She shakes her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: No, it continued until the company closed and then started up with Zombie again just as soon as the company rose from the dead…
She pauses and her arms finally move, her hands starting to rub together in anticipation.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Finn Whelan I had heard a lot about from companies that were both reputable and disreputable, some more than others. This was a man anyone worth their salt would wish to test themselves against and so to see his name on the list…
A small smile comes to her face as her hands continue to rub against each other.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: This man had won championships that made me look at the whole company before so to have him here?
She raises her hands up looking like she wants to grab everything and pull it in to her.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Then there were Scythe and Raven and I have to admit, I knew Scythe longer than I realized simply because of Twitter, and I did not know his name was Scythe for a lot of it. When I heard they were coming here, I became excited because of how many times I'd seen people speak of watching Scythe and what he can do.
Her hands ball into fists and she nods slowly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And Tyke and Raven come in and…
The smile fades off her face.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Que pasó?
She raises a hand to stop the sarcastic answer, no hint of mirth on her face at all as she does so.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: No, really, what…
She nods pointedly, pointing by pumping her fist at the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: The fuck…
She nods again, pumping her fist along.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Happened?
Her hands fall in front of her, her fists opening to almost beg for an answer.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I was supposed to be getting this renegade that gave no care to what others thought of him. A man that drank and did whatever else he wished to whatever level he wished and said anything that came into his mind with no filter at all. The fan that talked so much it caused Robi Jean Mitchell to lose her mind so badly that Robert Mack cancelled a main event in her hometown and sent her away from the company along with some collateral damage! A man that drove Zombie to really honestly want to bash his brain out with a shovel and bury him in the ground six feet under for real just to make him shut up for five seconds. A man that was once the talk of two companies at once with all the gold he held in HcW while he harassed people here in Mile High Wrestling!
She pauses, looking up at the ceiling, her hands hanging in midair in exasperation.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I saw a tweet come from Tyke that said…
Her gaze moves from the ceiling back to the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You promise madness and infamy and we get…
The look of annoyed incredulousness increases exponentially as she glares into the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Where is the man I was promised? Where is that man that walked in here last year and got so under Robi Jean’s skin? Where is the guy that drove everyone else crazy before the company closed?
She takes a step forward, looking like she wants to tear into the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Where is the guy that made Zombie go all out to try and end you?
The anger mixes with confusion and resentment.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Are you really so inebriated or arrogant that you have decided you do not need to come at me or Raven at all?
Seemingly at a loss for words, she looks down between her hands to the floor.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Dios mío, Solomon Cain came at me more since that match was announced and he’s not even set to fight me at either of the next two shows at least!
She looks away and then looks up at the wall behind her.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: It was amazing seeing what is being put in the ring with me this time. Raven and Scythe talked like some strange set of people from Braavos on “Game of Thrones,” I was half-waiting for them to “Valar Morghulis” and “Valar Dohaeris” to each other and all the while, Raven talks as if he’s only fighting Tyke and not fighting both of us for a championship. You’d swear he didn’t even care…
She slowly looks back down and shakes her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And Tyke…
She grits her teeth and then glares into the camera all over again, holding up the Mile High Phoenix Championship belt.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Well I’m standing here to tell you both I did not go through a ladder match with Sam Hamilton, defend against Orion Hunter, step up to defeat Azurine Vebbins to win a shot at Skrabz, and have a chance to go into that match as champion versus champion just to have everyone disrespect me, this championship and, by extension, every other championship in this fucking company right before that match happens! Skrabz and Candi Bratton went through too much to make the Mile High World Heavyweight Championship mean something to let the likes of you forget why we’re here in the first place while you both pretend to be wrestlers instead of actually showing up to fight like I know you both can! Sam and Azurien have fought too long to make the Throwdown Championship mean something and Sam, Bandit, Widow, Ripley, Chris Mosh, Tox and Shox have all done too much to make the Tag Team Championships mean something…
She slings the belt over her shoulder.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: If the two of you want to spend all of your time pulling your puds and pretending you have to do nothing to rise to that stature, then I will personally show you why that is not the way to anything but the road to oblivion!
She slaps the belt on her shoulder, fire in her eyes.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You both used to know what it meant to stand here with gold in your possession and what it took to get here. You made names for yourselves and showed the world why any company should have been excited to gain your services and you still could again, for some reason, you have simply chosen not to at the moment and I find this decision so insulting that I cannot wait to step into that ring and start spitting bullets in every direction! I’ve been called a spitfire before but now I feel like making that name come to life after making you both bathe in gasoline! I’m going to walk to that right with a flamethrower and burn all the don’t give a shit away until whatever is left is man enough to step up and face me dead center!
She hoists the belt up and shows it off to the world.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I am Alex “Bullet” Carbajal and now it is time to show both of you why I am the only person to ever lay claim to the title, Mile High Wrestling Phoenix Champion and why I am the number one contender to the Mile High Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship!
She lowers the belt, tosses it over her shoulder and turns sideways.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: It is time to show you both why...
She holds her hand out in the shape of a gun.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Dios es una Bala!
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