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Post by Admin on Jul 8, 2019 7:53:14 GMT -6
 Mile High Wrestling Championship
Skrabz© vs BulletRoleplay Limit: TWORoleplay Deadline: Sunday, July 21, 2019 @ 1AM Central *First roleplay MUST be posted by Wednesday, July 17,2019 @ 1AM Central to be eligible to post a second roleplay |
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Post by Skrabz on Jul 14, 2019 13:32:46 GMT -6
The following video is a Toll Gang production.  As the Toll Gang logo fades away the video fades straight in to a replay of Samantha Hamilton's promo from July Fourth. Bullet's name echoes with all the emphasis Sam gave it and more, the post production added echo fades out and we hear Skrabal Stanzas laughing over the top of the video as a clip from episode eleven of Thursday Night Throwdown begins to play. The roar of the crowd slowly fades out and the video fades back to the replay of Samantha Hamilton's promo. The video freezes then rapidly zooms in on Sam's hands, showing zero fingers. We hear Skrabal Stanzas laugh again as the video fades back to a clip from episode eleven of Thursday Night Throwdown. The video quickly cuts back to the replay of Samantha Hamilton's promo The low chuckle is amplified and replayed again and again with each replay overlapping the last until it becomes a maddening cacophony of chuckles. The video continues and we are shown rapid clips from the closing moments of Skrabal's match with Bullet from episode eleven of Thursday Night Throwdown, with soundbites from Samantha Hamilton's promo played over the top. We see Skrabz countering Bullets attempt at her Dios Es Una Bala and hitting her with a Mic Check. “Bitches like you never wanna admit the truth.”
We see Skrabz going for the pin on Bullet. “...when it comes to actually getting inside the ring alongside Alex”We see the referee, Regina Ball, being distracted by Widow jumping on the ring apron. “No such thing happened.“We see Bandit jump up on the apron with Widow.
“Therefore … “
We see Skrabz turning around in the ring. “Bullet beat Skrabz by her damned self”
The cacophony of chuckling grows louder as we cut back to Sam holding both her hands up, showing zero fingers.
“...damned self.”We cut back to the shot of Sam’s smirk widening, as a low chuckle passes her lips, the cacophony of chuckling reaches a crescendo and ends in time with the clip. “ Bullet beat Skrabz by her damned self... damned self... damned self.”
"Bullet beat Skrabz by her damn...."
“ARE YOU DIZZY BLUD?”The video cuts back to episode eleven of Thursday Night Throwdown. The impact of RJ Mitchell hitting Skrabz with the Maiden's Mercy replays a few times to drive the point home and then we see Bullet immediately pin Skrabz. As Regina Ball counts the three, a sound bite from Samantha Hamilton's promo plays over the top of the video once more. “Bitches like you never wanna admit the truth.” Again we hear Skrabal laugh arrogantly over the top of the video as it fades out to the Toll Gang logo.
Location: Skrabals motel room, Denver, Colorado. Date: July 13th Time: 11.30pm
The video begins with a zoomed in image of a Man Like Zombie t-shirt.
We zoom out unsteadily and with speed, as the picture clears we see that the shirt is being worn by the Mile High Wrestling Champion Skrabal Stanazas. He looks down at logo emblazoned across the shirt and then glares smugly in to the camera. He shakes his head and laughs.
“Oi Bullet, You seen this shit?”
He moves his right hand across his body, gesturing towards the “Man Like Zombie” shirt, then leans forward and props his phone up on the coffee table in front of him. As the view widens we see the Mile High Wrestling Championship draped over the arm of the sofa.
“Before ya come out here and start famin' and bludin' at me again, let this shit right here go to show you and the rest a them that ya can make all the shirts you want, ya can change ya twitter handle and jack mans slang but when push come to shove ya jus' can't hang coz yeah ya might be able to copy mans words but it take a lot more than than to copy mans worth.”
He leans forward again towards the coffee table and picks up a freshly rolled joint.
“Yeah, that's a prediction for ya fam, coz that's what you are innit. See through, transparent. Plus it all you done did in the past, you and the rest a them. So let Zombie and the way the gyal went on be a lesson in what not to do fam."
He twirls the joint in his fingers then goes to place it in his mouth but hesitates.
"But whatchu gonna do? Prolly get ya flex on with my lexicon anyway and say suttin' about realness, suttin' about Sam and Bandit beatin' those Bricky boys and how it a foreshadow suttin' between me and you... Well before you even think about it blad I'm a go 'head and remind ya jus' who this is talkin' to ya coz this ain't Shox fam nah, this ain't Tox... This the big strap packer, the kick back clapper, the hot thot pokin', not stop smokin' Mi' High Wrestlin' Champion... Me, man like Skrabz”
He puts the joint in his mouth and lights it.
“And dontchu fuckin' forget it fam.”
He glances at his championship belt, then looks back to the camera.
“But I nah you done seen the ting already, coz ya love yaself some twitter innit so I nah you seen the bossman tweetin' it out, talkin' about man like Skrabz winnin' the strap a year ago... I nah what they all sayin' though, they sayin' man like Skrabz had the strap a year but Mi' High been closed for most it and on the level the shit true, I can't deny it, man a be stupid to try. Plus I already done said before there was those nine months fam... ya remember that? Coz I ain't forget yet, nah.”
He takes a few deep tokes on his joint as he considers those nine months.
“But me and you go back longer than that still, way back to August second, twenty eighteen... Dont worry fam, I'm a spare you the facts so long as you spare me the bullshit, point is this been a long a time comin'. Most anticipated rematch in Mi' High Wrestlin'... S'what they been sayin' and I ain't usually fuck with what they say but this time they might jus' be right. Only ting is, if ya ask me blad this shit couldn't a come at a worse time for ya. I mean look at the state a you fam, s'all goin' wrong for you lately innit. Ever since I caught you slippin'... then I done pinned Pshyco, caught the dub in that tag match and you jus' ain't seem the same since. Next ting you know Tyke Index beatin' you for the Phoenix strap.”
He glares arrogantly in to the cameras lens.
“I told you I was gonna expose ya fam, and look what happen'... And whatchu think this is now, your redemption? Ya think ya gonna rise from the ashes of ya Phoenix title loss, some shit like that?... Nah fam... Man like Skrabz a be here to piss on e'ry last burnin' ember left coz despite what the show be called ain't nobody risin' again, not at my expense bredrin'. This is me cashin' in on suttin' you owed me since last year, this one goes beyond the dub fam, this one as personal as it been for me since I got here coz for nearly a year I've had to live with people sayin' your name like it matter.”
He shakes his head condescension as he puff on his joint.
“ Do ya nah how fuckin' annoyin' the shit gets fam? E'ry where I went it's all I've heard, fuckin' Bullet this and Bullet that and I'm sick to fuckin' death a puttin' the record straight. Man has begged time and again for people to check the fuckin' ting, I mean it's right there streamin' on the Stanton Network whenever ya wanna see the shit... but nah, the denial game strong. I mean blad, the fuckin' gaslightin' I been put through a turn a lesser man crazy but the truth stay the truth no matter how much they hate me and come July twenty first I ain't gonna need to beg anyone check the ting ever again... I ain't ever gonna have to mention distractions or interference or RJ fuckin' Mitchell again coz come July twenty first I'm a shut you and e'ryone else up once and for all and I'm a shove the truth so far down each and e'ry one a your throats ya be shittin' Jesus for a month straight.”
He reaches down the die of the sofa, where the 24 bottle box of beer usually resides only this time it's a bottle of water he's reaching for.
“But what's the truth though?”
He twists the cap off the plastic bottle and throws it across the room.
“Truth is you not only a fraud and a snee eye itch but you sold e'ry one out there a lie. Man ain't no eejiat ya nah, I seen there ain't a person in this company like seein' me sittin' here time after time, elbow deep in the weed sack, flappin' my gums with the strap sat next to me... But shit at least I always been honest with 'em, I told 'em from day this was gonna happen. You been lyin' to 'em though, givin' 'em false hope."
He takes a drink of water.
“They really think you gonna take the strap from me Bullet.”
He raises his eyebrows and shakes his head, then takes another drink of water.
“What do you think though fam? Better yet, since you all be takin' words up outta mans mouth lemme go 'head and steal a quote from Zombie real quick.”
He finishes the bottle of water and laughs smugly.
“Nah... not really fam, the fuck you think this is?”
He laughs again as he lifts the joint back to his mouth for another couple of slow tokes.
“But tell me Bullet, how ya feel fam? You think you a take the strap from me? Tell me suttin else bredrin'... Tell me how it made you feel all these months to hear e'ry one out here lyin on your behalf. Tell me how the fuck it feel the other week when ya heard Sam spoutin' off with that nonsense and foolishness. Were you embarrassed fam? Coz you should a been. How the fuck do ya even look 'em in the eye blad? Tell me how you do it."
"How?" he mouths silently before taking a final deep draw on his joint and stubbing it out in the ash tray on the coffee table.
"Ya nah, on the level.... All you had to do was own the shit, come out and say it coz fact is you didn't beat me alone but you still beat me. You just had to say it, "Numbers game, that's how we roll... fuck you". If you'd a done that than shit, man like Skrabz woulda give you props... before he beat the shit outta you."
He leans forward again towards the coffee table and retrieves another freshly rolled joint.
"Coz I' m gonna beat the shit outta you Bullet, You nah how I know? A lil word I nah you got sick a hearin' back then. What's the word though? Levels fam, and simply put you ain't on mine. But I heard it all now blad, apparently Dave Melzter and Wade Keller rate you highly, least that's what I done heard man like Harvey Goodfellows sayin' anyway. Suttin' about they had you ranked at one and three... shit I ain't about a WON sub but man a be askin' for his eleven ninety nine back if he was after that, standard, coz only way you ranked number one is with e'ry other one a the Maidens stood below you holdin' you up like they a been doin' for the past year."
He puts the joint in his mouth and lights it.
"See you had a good ting goin', kinda, but it's done now fam you reached your peak. There be a glass ceiling in Mi' High Wrestlin' and standin' on the maidens shoulders got you jus' about close enough to touch it but as ya look up and peer through the pane the only ting you a see is man like Skrabz with his pants down shittin' all over e'rybody below him. And you right there at the top of the pile fam, so you gonna catch yaself a face full."
He takes a slow, deep draw o his joint.
"Standard!"
He leans forward and swipes at his phone, ending the recording.
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Post by Bullet on Jul 16, 2019 23:27:46 GMT -6
Off-Camera
Tuesday, July 16, 2019
Chapel Room
Shieldmaidens Clubhouse
New Orleans, Louisiana
2:26 PM CDT
It had been a rough weekend for the Shieldmaidens. Several of them, Alex “Bullet” Carbajal, Jackie “Bandit” Layton, Samantha “Titaness” Hamilton, Wendy “Zombie” Stevens, “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire and Aoife “Banshee” Maguire along with their prospect, Katrina “Knox” Knox, had spent the weekend in Ann Arbor, Michigan where Zombie and Titaness were scheduled to have fights on Monday. There had been a meet and greet session there and then they had spent the rest of the time nervously checking on back home and calling to see if evacuation plans needed to be made for those that had remained in New Orleans with Hurricane Barry forcing the whole area to look down the barrel of another storm crashing, causing flashbacks to 2005 when Katrina and Rita had both decided to knock on the door and then kick it down.
As Bullet crosses the room to take her seat at the head of the table, she takes in the scene before her, running her fingers along the table as she moves.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Todavía te ves chimba...
She nods as she steps to her chair and takes her seat. Within a few seconds, her Club Vice President, Angelique “Angel” Le Roux, her Club Sergeant-At-Arms, Essentia “Essie” Carbajal, her Club Secretary, Leonie “Queenie” Laveau, and her Club Treasurer, Jocelyn “Tibs” Thibault, step into the room and take their seats Angel and Tobs on the right, Essie and Queenie on the left.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: How is everyone?
Angel nods quickly.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: We’re all accounted for aside from the Nomads that are supposed to be difficult to raise. RJ contacted Forge to check on him and the kids and let us know through him that she and Widow are both fine.
Bullet nods, relief showing on her face.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And Bruiser?
Tibs smiles.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: I stayed with her. Took Crash and Burn with me. We were ready to get her and the baby out at the drop of a hat should the need have arisen.
Bullet nods approvingly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: That was definitely a good idea to not be there alone.
She pauses and nods to the building around them.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Damages?
Queenie shakes her head.
Leonie "Queenie" Laveaux: The Dragons checked everything. Twisted Steele, Venok Ink, Clubhouses, the Warehouse Gym, the homes, the couple of safehouses and storage facilities. Essie and I went and looked with them at several things, Angel took Pebbles with her on some others. We’re good.
Bullet nods, sighing with great relief.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Have we heard about Aerynn and Sam?
Essie nods.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: Shonn talked to Aerynn, apparently she just went on a raid and it sort of went bad but she’s good.
Bullet frowns.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Sort of went bad?
She looks around the table with a growing sense of dread.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Que pasó?
Angel raises her hand.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: Calmate…
Bullet just stares at Angel, the look on her face saying she is anything but calm.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Que pasó?
Angel takes a deep breath but it’s essie who answers first.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: Pistolas. Uno dio sangre…
Bullet’s eyes go wide.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Somebody was shot and I’m supposed to be calm?
Angel nods quickly, her hands rising to slow down Bullet’s response reflex.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: It wasn’t Rynn. That’s all we really know. Ash Kenyon was apparently really pissed off at the end of the incident but Khary says that means she’s probably mad at herself.
Bullet’s eyes narrow, the wheels in her head turning as she takes in this information.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: So, Ashley probably made the mistake, whatever it was?
The others nod and Bullet sighs with relief for the third time in the meeting.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And Aerynn is not the one that was injured according to our information?
Again, the others nod and Bullet closes her eyes.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Ok, have we heard about Sam yet? She was still out when we dropped them off in DC.
Tibs nods slowly.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: Orion texted Bruiser, they were discussing the baby’s baptism and if Orion and Sam would stand as a third set of godparents. He said she’s been hurt like this before and almost died before but she recovered and this one does not look as bad?
Bullet sits back in her chair.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Right, so all we can do is wait and hope she’s ok for Rise Again.
The others nod slowly in acknowledgement.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Ok…
She pats the table, almost knocking on the oaken surface.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I’ll call them and Zombie later. Zombie was angry following her match and we might need to have a talk. She needs to focus on Azurine Vebbins and…
She waves her hand, dismissing her own half-finished thoughts.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We’ll handle it, I’m sure she will be fine. Shanna and Connor are accounted for?
Essie nods.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: Yes, Gata, Gabriella, Corrie as well. All the Dragons although I think your pups are getting sick of me…
She smirks playfully, Angel snickering from the other side of the table. Bullet stares at her cousin, cocking her head to the left.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: What did you do, Essie?
Essie sits back, her hand coming up in mock outrage.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: ¿Me acusas?
Bullet turns to Angel.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Que hizo ella?
Angel shakes her head laughing.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: Nada, Bochica has just figured out he’s her favorite and the girls get annoyed that she plays with him more than them.
Bullet starts laughing, shaking her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Hágame un catorce, juega con todos mis cachorros…
Essie shrugs.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: Quizás.
Bullet waves a dismissive hand at her cousin.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Malparida! ¡Deje de mamar gallo!
Again, Essie feigns being offended.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: Me? Fuck around?
She waves her hand with exaggerated dismissiveness.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: ¡Nunca!
Everybody shares a good laugh and Bullet nods in satisfaction.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Alright, thank you for making sure everything was good while we were in Michigan. Hopefully, when we go to Denver for Rise Again, nothing similar will happen and you can all just enjoy watching me, Sam and Zombie damaos zapaterías!
Angel, Tibs, Essie and Queenie all nod.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: ¡Claro que sí!
Tibs can’t help but smile as Queenie nods back to Bullet.
Leonie "Queenie" Laveaux: You need to remember something too, Alejandra.
Bullet stares at Queenie for the use of ehr full first name.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Oh si?
Essie nods her agreement.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: ¿Primera regla de Shieldmaidens?
Bullet nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: No one goes alone…
Angel takes Bullet’s hand into her own.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: We’re all here for you, Alé.
Essie nods her agreement as do Tibs and Queenie.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: Es la verdad…
Bullet nods gratefully.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Si, es la verdad. Gracias.
She stands up and takes Angel into an embrace, the others moving in quickly to huge them both as well, the feeling of family permeating the room as they all bask in the relief of having dodged the bullet of the storm.
On-Camera
Tuesday, July 14, 2019
Warehouse Gym
Shieldmaidens Clubhouse
New Orleans, Louisiana
11:01 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.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Skrabal Stanzas is the Mile High World heavyweight Champion…
Rubbing her hands together, Bullet nods slowly to herself, the gravity of the statement
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You have been almost since day one here. You took it from Candi Bratton and defended it against Solomon Cain twice. You were supposed to defend it against RJ Mitchell in our hometown but that kind of got…
She grits her teeth, waves her right hand back and forth to indicate things going back and forth.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: That was supposed to be your time, your opportunity to show the world that everything you have ever said was true. That you are the man, that no one can touch you and that you run this shit however you feel like running it. You were supposed to get the chance to knock the Shieldmaidens down a peg in front of our own people and the taste of that victory would have been the sweetest thing ever. You would have closed the mouth that roared in Candi and you would have stopped us in our tracks before we really even got going and you would have been able to look at everyone else with your arms outspread to say, “Who’s next? Line them up and I will put them back in their place!”
She steps back and leans against the wall, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And then it got taken from you.
Shrugging slightly, Bullet nods sadly to herself.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: First, you ate your first loss in Mile High and then RJ got herself thrown the hell out, took Widow, Fianna and Forge with her and you were left to stare down Solomon Cain instead.
She pauses and nods in acknowledgment.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: To your credit, you handled that situation the best way you could but that opportunity was lost, gone forever, never to return. RJ had stolen it from you, just like she helped with a couple of other things. Robi Jean Mitchell…
Nodding gravely, she glances to the floor, her right hand moving to land palm down on her chest while her arms remain crossed.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And, by extension, me…
She nods slightly as her hand moves back down into the crook of her elbow.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: RJ was the Shieldmaidens President then. She had led us into the sport and then here to Mile High Wrestling and after Mile High, she also led us to WWO, GWW, ECWF and EWC.
A slight, knowing grin crosses her face.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Now, people will notice something else in there too. The Shieldmaidens dominated here in Mile High Wrestling. We won the Phoenix Championship, the Tag Team Championships twice and the Throwdown Championship. We won everything there was to win here except for your championship and, coincidentally, that was also the only championship none of us ever got the opportunity to win win. WWO and ECWF didn’t last long enough for much of anything to happen for us. WWO closed after only two shows and ECWF had a major talent relations problem that caused our stay there to be one show. EWC is still a work in progress due to outside forces causing a continual change in plans but GWW saw us win two more championships and an opportunity at another set of tag team championships that simply never materialized because the company’s demise came before that opportunity could be properly realized but all of them came back to RJ…
Glancing back up, Bullet nods approvingly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: She led us to come into these places and stand up and now it’s my job to make sure we continue to stand up…
She grins playfully.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And in some cases, taller than we did before.
She waves her arms wide, encompassing all that the camera can see.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Now here we stand, you and me, the match that probably should have happened at Good Time in New Orleans. The match that probably would have happened if I had not taken my sweet ass time to decide if I was staying in the wake of the incident with RJ and thus…
She nods as she taps herself on the chest while still leaning against the wall.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: That match not happening was also, partially, my fault.
Bullet nods gain as she recrosses her arms.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And that’s what really grinds your gears so bad, isn’t it, Señor Stanzas?
Nodding pointedly, Bullet steps away from the wall, her arms dropping to her sides.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: That Robi Jean Mitchell, the self-proclaimed Valkyrie, and Alejandra Carbajal, her erstwhile second-in-command and now successor, the two little girls who like to play at being bikers and lead a bunch of other little girls who do not know their place robbed you, THE Man, of his rightful chance to stake his claim to having the biggest güevas in the world!
She nods angrily, pointing to herself again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And since RJ is obviously not around to let you take your shot, that leaves me for you to be angry at, me for you to hold a grudge with…
She waves it all away.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Because in the end, as you like to say so much, a win is all that matters. We both have a single blemish on our record here in Mile High, just one. Yours happened a year ago with me. Mine happened last week and you can dismiss yours and try to take credit for mine all you want, but the facts remain the same in the end. Yours happened at the start of what should have been your crowning moment and mine took another year to get here and had absolutely nothing to do with you. God bless Tyke Index, he had just been literally buried on worldwide pay-per-view and he came back to do what even you could not do before and now you are looking down the barrel of your worst nightmare.
She points accusingly into the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You’ve been robbed of a moment you wanted again and…
She nods, almost smiling as she does so, pointing back at herself with an index finger jabbed into her chest.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Once again, I’m at the center of it because I did not know my place and just get down on my knees before you and let you show me what my place is!
Pointing to the floor, Bullet’s hand goes up and jabs repeatedly as she goes down a list.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: After all this time, work and effort you’ve put into your career! After everything you’ve done to put yourself at the top of the mountain, you are being stepped to and I do not even have the decency to be a big strong man that you can go home and be proud over and say, “Look at me, I slayed the beast!”
She shrugs emotionlessly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: But I’m not the beast, am I, Señor Stanzas?
She shakes her head angrily.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: No, I am something much worse to you because I am living proof that your entire identity can go away…
She raises her right hand and snaps her fingers.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Just like that!
Her hand lowers as she glares into the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You hate us because of the things we stole from you last year. First I stole your perfect record and then RJ stole your moment at Good Time but there’s more to it, isn’t there, Caremonda?
She nods grimly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: RJ’s incident led to what became the downfall of Mile High Wrestling in general and started the Mack Family to where they are now. Once that happened and that shnt championship on your shoulder meant nothing anymore, who were you?
Pointing at the door, Bullet stands defiantly towards the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Your boys asked Jack and Sam before their last match who would they be if they failed but we already know who you will be if you do and that’s what really scares the bollo out of you is that we’ve all seen who you are without it.
Her arm drops and she simply glares into the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: When Mile High closed down, you were nothing. You barely even tried to be anything on your own. It was as if the very breath of life had been stolen from you. Meanwhile, we went out and kept finding places to give us more experience. We kept our names up so that when Robert Mack called everyone to come back, he didn’t put you on the return poster.
Once again, she points to herself with a single jabbing index finger.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: He put ME on it!
The hand drops away again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I’m sure that just added to that burning hatred inside of you, didn’t it, Señor Stanzas?
She looks up into the distance and holds her hands up to frame a would be camera shot.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Here you are, the Mile High World Champion, the top dog in the company and once again, some silly little girl dyke on a bike has the audacity to steal what should have been your place, your moment.
She turns to face the camera straight on, nodding gravely.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You love to smirk and wave your hand dismissively in the thought that you are above everyone and that you can have any woman you want on her knees doing whatever you want her to do at any time and I’m standing before you as proof to everyone that there are at least thirty of us who say, “No!”
She nods grimly again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I’m standing up for everyone you have ever dismissed as nothing, everyone you’ve dismissed as only existing to service you, but most importantly, I’m standing here to ask one little question, Señor Stanzas...
The camera zooms in to frame her face.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Who will you be if you get caught looking down the barrel when the bullet comes flying out again?
The camera snaps to black.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: BANG!!!
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Post by Skrabz on Jul 20, 2019 14:39:31 GMT -6
Location: Gold's Gym, Denver, Colorado
Date: July 17th 2019
Time: 1:35PM
Skrabal left Gold's Gym with a spring in his step, a smug smile of self satisfaction on his face and a freshly rolled joint poking out from between his lips. Stepping out in to the Denver day he brought a lighter close to his face and sparked it to light, igniting his joint with a deep, relaxing inhale. He exhaled a cloud of smoke and with it the remainder of the stresses that lingered even after his workout. He walked with his head high, taking in the sights the local scenery had to offer.
Skrabal paced leisurely along the side-walk and as he moved he noticed a few heads turning to glance in his direction. He ignored the looks, and the feeling of quite discomfort they stirred within him, as he carried strolling on his way, each strep thudding on to the paved side-walk with the confident swagger that saw him rise to the top of Mile High Wrestling.
As he rounded a corner he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket just a fraction of a second second before he heard it ringing. Pulling his phone from his pocket he saw the screen illuminated with the words "Call from Ty" displayed across it. Skrabal swiped a finger across the surface captive screen, answering the call from his life his long friend and fellow Toll Gang member.
"What's good fam, how you been?" Skrabal asks sincerely.
"Yeah we good, we good... I need to talk to you though ya nah?" Ty replied with a sternness.
"Don't be shy bredda, spill the beans innit."
"I been talkin' to the twins..."
"Yeah, course you have..." Skrabal replied, already certain of the words that would follow.
"They said you told 'em to come home..."
"Yeah, I did that. What?" Skrabal told him boldly, without a hint of regret.
"Why bredda? You goin' in to this big match with Bullet... it ain't a wise a ting to do ya nah."
"Seen, seen. It they prolly ain't gonna listen anyway."
"Nah, but still... Why you do it?"
"They let me down fam, they let 'em selves down. I ain't wanna be associated with that."
"Stop that nonsense right now bredrin, you gon' stay associated with 'em for life. We family, y'all just havin' a lil' family disagreement right now is all, but it gon' be smoothed over with time."
"Seen, seen. Maybe..."
"Dont give me that seen, seen dismissiveness. Sort it out wit' 'em and focus on ya match with Bullet... You check her ting yet?
"Course I did..."
"Say no more brudda... but you been preppin' for the ting yeah?"
"Nah, I mean man has jus' left the gym but that be daily practice ya nah, jus' part of the job description it ain't nuttin' extra."
"At least you maintainin' though, in the ring and outside. You picked up a lot a big wins since ya been back. Solomon Cain, that big six person tag team match with the Maidens and then Zombie at the last show."
"Shit at least somebody notice..."
"Ya nah they all notice brudda, it just serve 'em better to play it off as nuthin'."
"Standard."
"So listen brudda I gotta ask ya, why you stay so reclusive? You isolating yaself out there fam it can't be too good for ya."
"The fuck you talkin' about now?"
"Brudda you hid all through the biggest part the States has to offer on July fourth..." Ty continues, prodding his friend jokingly.
"Nah, man had his own party innit. All I need me is a hole to fill, some twist off caps and a big bag a bud"
"You silly fam, ya should get involved more."
"Nah, allow that." Skrabal says laughing.
"Ya could at least get yaself involved with the twitter banter, that survey shit they been doin' look real fun, you ain't wanna find out what they nickname is for ya?"
"Fam will you listen to yaself, the fuck you on right now my G? You want me playin' twitter pals with the same people gunnin' for my strap? Are you dizzy blud?" Skrabal says, his serious tone still evident despite his laughter.
"Don't are you dizzy blud me bredda, I'm just being real withcu."
"Nah.. you ain't fam. You soundin' like a female."
"Aight, well if that's how you feelin' it I guess I'm a let you go be on ya own again." Ty tells him through laughter.
"Fuckin' good, keep that crazy shit outta my ears innit."
"Whatever you say my G, take care I'm hit you up real soon, Toll."
"Yeah look after yaself bredrin... Toll"
Skrabal put his phone back in his pocket and relit his joint then carried on walking through the streets of Denver. With Ty's words about being on his own again echoing in his mind Skrabal looked around, surveying his environment like a lion scanning the Saharan horizon. He saw more heads turning to glance at him and it wasn't long before he caught the eye of an early twenties looking, blonde haired female. Without hesitation Skrabal walked in her direction, confidently approaching her with a sly smile on his face and a sparkle in his eye as he handed her his smouldering joint. She took the joint with a smile of appreciation and a star-struck look of bedazzlement in her eyes.
After a few words were exchanged between them the pair turned and begun walking together, with Skrabal placing an arm around her lower back with his hand resting on her hip.
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Switch passive f'aggressive in a split second
Known to bus' on a track with some lit patterns
Rip the hell outta sick riddims, eargasms
Vibe creatin', via Satan while ya waitin'
Higher art stays front line, above the snakes
Gripped samurai, quick swipe decide they fate
Ya stay ignant I'm way di'frent I weigh dif'rent
I guess they jus' don't make 'em like me
It's like I'm in a dif'rent league
I'm hyped wit' the vibe they sleep tight with fatigue
When I exit a room I hear a gasp a relief
Blastin' entranced in my stance I'm advanced
Got the beat kickin' back with my flow as I free
Potent as trees wit' a glow a thc
You bunnin' up the leaves while I'm sowin' up the seeds
Go in hard so they can't zone out when I speak
But, but... It's so cold, where's the heat?
Blow torch breath ya get scorched when I speak
Pressure cooker hot steam, streamin' degreees
The temperature gauge gonna bus' if I sneeze
Yeah, yeah, I'm back wit' a banger
In trap manufacturing catchments a terror
From London to Denver, capturin' manors
Keepin' it real they don't make 'em like me
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Location: Skrabals Motel Room, Denver, Colorado.
Date: July 19th 2019
Time: 3.10am
"Oi wake up fam" Skrabal called from his position seated on the couch in his motel room. However the incessant snoring that had plagued him for the past ten minutes continued. Skrabal looked towards his bed, and the young darked haired, olive skinned female sleeping in it with frustration building inside him. He leant down the side of the sofa and picked up one of his black and gold Nike Air Jordan One Retros, with a swift movement he threw the shoe underarm, headed towards the bed. It landed with a light thud and bounced towards the female, bumping in to her lightly but not enough to wake her. "For fucks sake!" Skrabal muttered under his breath, rising from his feet and picking up her clothes as he walked across the room. Now next to the bed, Skrabal lifted his foot and pressed it up and down on the mattress, rocking the bed and waking the female from her slumber. She rolled over to look in Skrabals direction but before their eyes met Skrabal threw her clothes in her face. "Get the fuck out fam." He tells her coldly, turning and walking back to the sofa. "The fuck?... Are you for real?" She questions with shock and sincerity. "Does man look like he playin'?" Skrabal replies without looking in her direction. "Why?" She questions further, her shock being replaced by anger as she begins getting dressed.
"You snore too loud innit, ya gotta go."She continued getting dressed, seething with the silent rage only a woman scorned can muster. Skrabal sat on the sofa, hunched over the coffee table, rolling four joints while half watching a Stanton Network streamed, archived episode of Mile High Wrestling on the twenty four inch, wall hung, apartment TV. Just as Skrabal finished sealing the fourth joint the olive skinned female stormed across the room in front of him. Skrabal didn't look in her direction, he just calmly placed a joint in his mouth and set his gaze upon the TV. "I gotcha number, I might call you." Skrabal tells her with a smirk, just as she opens the apartment door. "FUCK YOU" She replied loudly, making no attempt to hide her anger. "Yeah, that's why I'm a call you" Skrabal replies smugly and still without averting his gaze from the TV, as she slams the door shut behind her. After some time alone Skrabals mind went back to the conversation he'd had days earlier with Ty but he quickly shrugged it off, only for his thoughts to then be dominated by Bullets voice, as snippets of her July 14th promo echoed in his skull He rose from the sofa and walked across the cramped rented room, he retrieved a black back pack from the side of his bed and from inside took out The Mile High Wrestling Championship belt. He looked at it for a second, then threw the bag down and walked back to the sofa.
Location: Skrabals Motel Room, Denver, Colorado.
Date: July 18th 2019
Time: 3.50am
The video opens with a shot of Skrabal Stanzas, once again wearing a Man Like Zombie shirt and sitting in his regular position, perched on the sofa in his Denver motel room. The Mile High Wrestling Championship belt sparkles on the arm of the sofa next to him. Skrabal holds his head low, his eyes set on the floor, with a joint tucked behind his ear. He reaches down the side of the sofa and removes a bottle of beer from the ever present twenty four bottle box. He twists the lid off and throws it on the table in front of him then goes to take a drink but before the bottle reaches his lips he lowers it back down and snaps his stare on the cameras lens.
"The fuck did I say to you fam?"
He snarls and maintains eye contact with the lens, as the intensity in his stare fades.
"I asked ya to do suttin' blad what was it? Lil suttin suttin' I told ya to spare me, you remember that?"
Despite the anger present in his voice his words carry with them a distinct sense of sarcasm.
"Nah, prolly ain't even heard me in the first place."
He shrugs his shoulders and continues.
"So I'm a remind ya, one time, on the level."
He takes the joint from behind his ear and holds it in his hand, the intensity returns to his stare as he continues.
"I asked ya to spare me the bullshit"
He puts the joint in his mouth and lights it, taking a few deep tokes that relax and soothe his rising anger.
"You ain't do that though, nah... You come out here stinkin' up the place worse than mans stash do."
He puts down his beer and picks up an open jar of weed from the table and holds it under his nose, then he turns his head away from the jar, feigning disgust. He waves his hand in front of his face, wafting away the pungent scent of Jungle Boys finest Wedding Cake in exaggerated fashion.
"So now I gotta do what I said I wouldn't do... all coz you did what I told you ya shouldn't."
He places the jar back on the table and screws its lid on tight.
"What's I gotta do though?"
He picks the beer up again and takes a quick drink.
"Get on that nerd shit, on a Zombie vibe... Man has had get the streams streamin' innit, on a Stanton Network tip ya feel me? Shit, ya shoulda seen me... I mean picture the scene bredrin', see in ya minds eye. Picture me, big man Skrabz sittin' there, big zoot between his lips, a bottle by his side and fuckin' pencil in his hand as he watches back shit from a year ago takin' notes like he back in his school days... and I has to do it too. Coz shit man like to get medicated so maybe his memory ain't been too good and since e'ryone always sayin' tings be the opposite a how I remember 'em man has had to go back through the archive and do what I been beggin' e'ryone else to do for the best part a the year...."
He takes a few tokes on his joint and has another quick drink of his beer, then continues with a nasally pitch added his voice.
"Yeah, what is it Skrabz?, get to the point..."
He takes another few tokes on his joint and continues with the nasally tone now absent.
"Man has had to check the ting innit. And now he gotta set the record straight again."
He quickly finishes his beer and then slams the empty bottle down on the coffee table.
"So you sayin' what fam? Ya sayin' you stole suttin' from me? Shit man has got it to give in abundance so maybe you a took suttin' from me and I ain't realise but nah, that can't be it, coz you claimin' you and Robbie Mitchell took my time from me but that a the kinda shit man like Skrabz a remember. But before we I move on, does man really have to tell you what his issue is withcu again? Really? It's the dub fam, the the dub you stole from me, the denial a the facts surroundin' it and the facade ya put on. That's it fam, and ain't nuttin' else you ever did even enter mans peripheral vision."
"Nah" he mouths silently, shaking his head.
"But since you wanna throw her name 'round like it ever carried weight lets move right on to Robbie Mitchell innit... You wanna talk about her leavin' like it was some kinda big ting? Ya wanna talk about the shit like she even left in the first place? Nah fam, Nah!... See this is what I been sayin' about you bredrin'. This jus' more a that phoney shit you been on coz Robbie Jean Mitchell ain't leave Mi' High Wrestlin'... Robbie Jean Mitchell got fired... She got fire coz she got it all fucked up, e'ry last lil' ting..."
He takes a few more tokes on his joint then reaches for another bottle of beer.
"Ya seen RJ was nex' in line blad, the nex' heir comin' to try put a some fresh prints on mans strap, right up to the point she set the bossman off on an Uncle Phil vibe, got herself thrown right on out the door, ya feel me?. Then in the process you and her proved you Maiden's ain't nuttin' but a buncha Aunt Vivs when ya slid right on in to Robbie's role"
He laughs smugly and takes a few final tokes on his joint before dropping the still burning roach in to the empty beer bottle that he slammed on to the table moments earlier.
"But how she do it, why she do it? I mean how the fuck she throw it all away?"
He looks in to the camera with a feigned expression of puzzlement.
"What she get fired for?"
The puzzlement fades from his face in a second, replaced by an amused look and a confident glare as he continues.
"Robbie Jean Mitch got herself fired coz Tyke Index said some words she ain't like."
He laughs and shakes his head.
"That was it fam... jus' some fuckin' words. I ain't nah aboutchu but where I be from somebody a say some shit you ain't like then you show up and throw down, but she ain't do that nah, matter a fact she did the opposite. Ya seen it was her and Tyke Index, August ninth, twenty eighteen only she weren't there. All because a some words fam, that's all it took for her to throw her toys out on some baby bidness, that's all it took for her to make the bossman put her pon the naughty step, permanent time out ting. So no matter how much you wanna play the shit up fact is Robbie Mitchell ain't take nuttin' from nobody but herself... But you wanna act like by gettin' fired for bein' such a toddler that she took my time from me, man like Skrabz, as if me snatchin' a dub from her woulda been my crownin' achievement or some shit..."
He shakes his head and laughs again.
“Fam you be Tyke Index levels a deluded, trust. And I ain't even yet mention how ya talkin' like I ain't beat you already. Yeah that's right, ya heard me! "
He glares coldly into the camera then continues, his words oozing more and more sarcasm as his words leave his lips.
"What you ain't remember the tag ting or suttin? Done wiped that from ya memory already on a flashy ting tip? Fam it was recent business ya nah, just a lil while ago. Toll Gang and The Maidens, three on three, come on blad you were there I saw you! Dontcha remember?"
He finishes his second beer and firmly plants the empty bottle on the table next to the last one. He continues speaking candidly.
"I done laid you out with a Snare Clap then me and those Bricky Boyz collected that toll from Psycho, nex' ting man like Skrabz pinned ya gyal and caught the dub, standard. But here you be and you talkin' about a single blemish.. like the Tyke Index shit the only ting that a matter.”
He laughs and shakes his head dismissively.
“Nah... But shit it make a good story fam, man a give ya that. So let's talk about another one a ya lil stories then, lets talk about how you ruined man's perfect record or suttin' like that. You pinned me in the ring through ya snakeyness and I ain't ever denied it, but Candi fuckin' Bratton already done shitted on any perfect record man had way before that. I remember the shit like it was yesterday... Coz it be yesterday that I saw the ting fam, I mean this how you got me spendin' my time, ya got me watchin' shit from way back... Mi' High episode six, man like Skrabz and Candi fuckin' Bratton against your gyal RJ Mitchell and Forge... I had Forge beat, standard! One, two but nah, Candi fuckin' Bratton broke the pin. She was s'posed to be my partner but she'd already done locked me in the back and then she pulled that shit. Nex' ting ya nah Forge pinnin' her to the mat and she done caught man like Skrabz his first L.”
He leans forward and picks up another joint from the table.
“So if anybody coulda took credit for puttin' that first check in the loss column a man like Skrabz it was Forge, not you bredrin. But shit, it make a good story innit.”
He lights the joint and takes a few deep tokes.
“You pinned me, and ya were first to do it too, ain't that enough for ya?"
He takes another few draws on his joint then reaches for a third bottle of beer.
"Ya pinned me and I ain't ever deny it so man maybe a lot of tings but don't ever let it ever be said I ain't a man a facts.”
He twists the cap from the bottle and drops it on the floor.
“Let's talk about another fact then, coz you right. I ain't do much in a wrestlin' sense after Mi' High shut up shop, there be couple a lil stints that ain't work out but man like Skrabz come to find he a star shaped peg that can't be forced in to any ol' squared circle shaped hole... Ya get me?”
He smirks arrogantly and winks at the camera then guzzles from the bottle of beer, drinking half of it.
“You though? Shit, you done bounced about like ya made a flubber innit, ya done reeled off a long list a places ya put in the work at and I respect the grind, kinda, but only ting it go to show is you a plasticine poser that a twist and contort to fit any ol' mould ya faced with. So I ain't give a shit what you did in ya lil WWO or ya ECWFGH, ya ABCs or your XY fuckin' Zeds coz come July twenty first the ring apron a say Mi' High Wrestlin' on it and in that ring man like Skrabz be untouchable!... Yeah, coz my time weren't supposed to start at Good Time fam, you ain't foolin' nobody with that gas you bringin' nah, allow that!. Man like Skrabz time started May sixteenth, twenty eighteen, episode one and I weren't even in the buildin', but ever since then e'ry single second been mine. I own ya clocks, ya diaries and ya calendars... but all the while you and others worryin' yaselves over havin' ya face on a poster... Fam I ain't nah about you, maybe you jus' here to get ya image out, have ya face pon the billboards and shift some merch but man like Skrab be about one ting and one ting only, and that be what go in the middle a that ring. So keep ya posters blad, keep ya action figures and whatever else they be sellin' for ya coz the only ting that's real here be the strap and the dubs and I stay steady gettin' both for over a year."
He looks at his Mile High Wrestling Championship Title belt on the arm of the sofa then reaches out and snatches it firmly.
“Since day one I had my flag and feet planted at the tippy top and no matter how hard they a try push me off I ain't ever lose focus for a second but even if I slip and fall I'm a, I'm a...
He trails off for a split second then continues, his words flowing with melody as they traverse over his tongue.
"I'm a hold on to the edge like a mountain goat, coz the strap packed now with a mounted scope! Tie the rope, you can choose to die or cope! Either way, not Twilight a hope coz ya bullshit a full moon to this lyncanthrope!”
He pauses and puffs on his joint, then speaks again.
“Yeah, ya done know! Coz since you right about one more ting, since you right about you not bein' a beast for me to slay man a guess he gonna have to play that role himself so ya best go coat yaself in silver, Bullet."
He pauses for another toke on his joint, maintaining his arrogant stare on the camera throughout.
"But even if ya do this is where it all ends fam, the last year a nonsense and foolishness. Come Rise Again I'm clear the one hurdle they still thinkin'... Nah, the one hurdle they still hopin' and prayin' is too high for my stride, but I'm a hop, skip and jump right over you anyway then I'm a turn to 'em all and relay the question... Now what?
He pauses again, his arrogant expression remaining plastered on his face as he takes another drink of beer.
"Coz I'm a beat you Bullet, jus' like I had ya beat last time only there be no RJ Mitchell to save yanow and you too fake to stop me on ya own. Yeah ya project a good image but you hologram soft, ain't nuttin' to feel... plus I knew who you were the second we stepped in a the ring together nearly a year ago. Then I caught you slippin, boastin' 'bout ya connections and weight bein' moved and it jus' confirm my suspicions, coz I'm a let you in on a lil secret fam... I ain't believe the shit anyway, not really. Coz if ya ask me the only way you seein' that Stone Cold RAW Rock is if you catchin' twenty year old repeats straight outta Titan Towers, ya see me? Coz I already done said it but e'ryting about you fraudulent."
He pauses and finishes the rest of his beer then places the empty bottle on the table, next to the other two.
"But this ya chance to prove me wrong fam, ya opportunity to prove you really about it. All ya gotta do is come down to that ring on ya ones, coz ain't gonna be no Bricky Boyz in mans corner nah, I'm a be there the same way I always been, one man deep. So ya can either face me by yaself and prove ya got some substance to ya or bring ya rag tag bunch a dy... nah, Man like Skrabz be a lil more progressive than that plus we got a Queen a Kings here now so ya sexuality ain't mean nuttin' no more anyway... So ya can either come out by yaself or do like you always do and bring ya backup. I already nah what gonna happen though, same as always, you a come out with ya troops behind and this time I'm a knock 'em all down one after the other till it's jus me and you left, the history show it all clear as day. Coz ya s'posed to build ya rep goin' forward, but what you been doin' is sayin ya did tings in the past and hopin' e'ryone might start believin' the shit if you jus' keep sayin' it long enough... and it be workin' for a while, but like I already done said tings be crumblin' for ya lately. And that's coz your rep built on top a sand and lies where mine be sittin' strong on a concrete foundation a facts and actions coz I been sayin' I'm a do tings then makin' it true for time... And this right here jus' another case a that coz right now I'm sayin' that come Rise Again I'm a catch the dub and raise the strap, trust.
He pauses and remains still, his piercing stare locked firmly on the camera.
"Right now man like Skrabz is sayin', Wanted or not he 'bout to curve Bullet on an Angelina Jolie vibe, take ya whole crew out with one shot and myself too if I has too, you get me? Nah, prolly not... So I'm a say it again, one time for ya as plain as I can put it... Come Rise Again I'm a beat you in the middle a that ring, Bullet."
He takes another slow, long draw on his joint then exhales as he speaks, smoke clinging to every word as they travel over his lips with confidence.
"And on July twenty first I'm a make it true."
He leans forward towards his phone and it's camera, his face filling the screen.
"Standard!"
He taps at his phones screen, ending the recording.
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Post by Bullet on Jul 20, 2019 21:56:37 GMT -6
Off-Camera
Friday, July 19, 2019
Restoration Room
Twisted Steel Garage
New Orleans, Louisiana
7:21 AM CDT
This was usually the nice quiet time. Working in the restoration room, especially on things like old Harleys from the 60’s or a Dodge Charger that could have been sued on the Dukes of Hazzard television series or the Blade movies or similar wonders always seemed to be a great way to forget about the usual worries that go with everyday life.
It also does wonders for the worries of an MC and for a professional athlete and it was these that Shieldmaidens President Alex “Bullet” Carbajal was enjoying at the moment her phone started to ring. She had been splitting her time between this area and the training room across the parking lot in the warehouse gym the Shieldmaidens and Chrome Dragons called their training center home. Bullet would be challenging the Mile High Wrestling World Champion Skrabz for that championship soon and was using the garage time as a respite from readying herself for that match. Bullet glances at her phone, sees the name “Salazar Mejia” staring back at her and frowns. Salazar only called with at least semi-important news or business that would probably require immediate attention and he knew she would be traveling to Denver soon so any action that was needed would have to be handled in the next twenty-four hours.
She considers letting it go to voicemail and then changes her mind, steeling herself for what must be coming when she presses the answer button.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Bueno!
Salazar’s voice answers almost immediately.
Salazar Mejia: Hay una luz verde.
Bullet can’t believe her ears. A green light usually meant someone was being targeted for permanent retirement and someone very high up had given permission to go ahead with the hit.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿RJ?
The response is quick and definite to Bullet’s query.
Salazar Mejia: No.
Bullet frowns as a list of other likely targets runs through her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Widow?
The response comes back again just as quick and just as definitive.
Salazar Mejia: No.
Bullet glances back at the door behind her, almost expecting to see someone standing there already.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Yo?
For a third time, the response meets her ears quick and definitive.
Salazar Mejia: No.
Bullet moves her gaze from the door back to her phone, confusion now setting in. If it wasn’t a green light on RJ, Widow or herself, who could it possibly be on and why did she need to know about it?
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Quien?
This time the response takes an extra second to come as if salazar doesn’t really want to say it out loud.
Salazar Mejia: Cisco.
Unable to believe her ears, Bullet’s mouth falls open. Cisco was her brother, Francisco Carbajal, and he was currently residing in the Louisiana State Penitentiary, otherwise known as “Angola.”
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Cómo? ¿Por qué?
Salazar’s answer is not what Bullet wants to hear.
Salazar Mejia: No se.
The surprise fades from her face replaced with outrage. Salazar claiming he didn’t know with no further explanation was not going to fly with her and he knew it. Or, at least, he should.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Hijueputa! ¡Siempre sabes! ¿Por qué mi hermano tiene una luz verde?
Salazar sighs heavily, sadly, even sounding apologetic. This struck Bullet as unusual because salazar never apologized even when he’d just insulted somebody and knew he should.
Salazar Mejia: Habla con Marcos. Él sabe más.
At the mention of Marcos Barrios’ name, Bullet tenses up. Marcos meant two things right away. First and foremost, it meant the green lights was likely coming from the Russians that he effectively functioned as a mouthpiece for. The second is that she would probably have to go have sitdown with him and he and his top enforcer, Benny “The Bull” Aguilar would probably insist she and whoever came with her prove their loyalty by getting high with them.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Salazar…
Knowing what that last condition on a meet would mean to Bullet and her fellow Shieldmaidens, Salazar’s voice becomes even more apologetic in tone.
Salazar Mejia: Lo siento, Aleja. No se.
Hearing him say he didn’t know like this a second time hits Bullet hard. She looks to the floor and sighs heavily.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Cuánto tiempo tengo?
Salazar again responds apologetically.
Salazar Mejia: Habla con…
Growling under her breath, Bullet cuts him off.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Jueputa…
She grits her teeth as her anger starts to boil over.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Malparido…
Salazar quickly comes back with a response before Bullet can scream at him some more.
Salazar Mejia: Ya sabes como son los jefes.
Bullet stares at the car sitting in front of her and resists the urge to put her fist through the window. Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath and nods slowly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Yeah… I do…
Salazar sighs out loud.
Salazar Mejia: It’s probably a test.
Bullet nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: To make sure I will still come to heel when called?
Salazar’s voice comes back, calm and yet slightly irritated as well.
Salazar Mejia: I think we are going to have to put up with a few burrs as we ride.
Bullet nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Malparido… fine, I will call Marcos. This is quite the way to get me to come to meet. He’ll probably want me to do a line with them just to prove I will.
Hearing the level of anger in her voice, Salazar tries to make his voice more soothing.
Salazar Mejia: Calmate… calmate…
Bullet almost laughs.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I am calm, Salazar, I’m just annoyed that I’m going to have to ask some of my sisters to break the big rule just to kiss Marcos’s ass over that malparido culicagado!
Salazar’s voice answers her back.
Salazar Mejia: It would seem Mister Stanzas knew what he was doing all along…
He pauses and then with a renewed respect in his voice, continues in acknowledgement.
Salazar Mejia: Or he has not one clue and simply is too arrogant to care.
Bullet nods her agreement with this sentiment.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Knowing him, he knows just enough to know nothing at all but to think he knows everything!
She shakes her head angrily, looking for something to throw and thankfully finding nothing close enough to grab.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Malparido culicagado! ¡Qué gonorrea pelota! ¡Él tiene una zapatería que venido!
Salazar sighs once again.
Salazar Mejia: Call Marcos, take care of business and then go to Denver and do what you do.
Bullet nods slowly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Sí. Tienes razón.
The call ends and Bullet grits her teeth.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Hijueputa! ¡Te odio!
She pauses for a moment to let her head droop forward for a second and then nods to herself. She dials the number and waits for the answer. She’s almost surprised when the voice of Marcos Barrios meets her ears.
Marcos Barrios: ¡Bueno!
Bullet exhales forcefully.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Donde y cuando?
Marcos’s answer takes a second and she can almost see him smiling back at her.
Marcos Barrios: El lunes a los dos. La luz verde se apaga.
Bullet nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Gracias.
Again, there’s a pause on the other end and Bullet can almost see the man smirking at her.
Marcos Barrios: De nada.
The call ends and Bullet nods to herself, her free hand balling into a fist. She was going to need a session in the gym now. It would all start to move on next week but it really all started on Sunday. It would all start with Skrabz.
On-Camera
Saturday, July 20, 2019
Warehouse Gym
Shieldmaidens Clubhouse
New Orleans, Louisiana
8:01 AM 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.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I have to admit…
She nods slowly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I laughed.
Bullet nods again
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I laughed because you could not go thirty seconds without calling me a liar and trying to dismiss me as nothing.
She looks to the floor, annoyance written all over her face. She nods and looks up, cocking her head to the left as she does so.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Here we are, going into the biggest match in the history of the company. Two people who have each only been pinned once in Mile High competition, two people that have been the faces of this company since this time last year, who were both champions that returned to the company and won their big matches at the return pay-per-view to set up a match we both admit should have happened a long time ago and one you have admitted you’ve wanted since last year and…
She pauses, staring off into the distance.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Robi Jean Mitchell got fired…
Pausing again, Bullet just looks at the far wall as if a giant three-headed dragon has just sprouted from the crossbeam and started breathing fire that comes in six different flavors of ice cream.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: That was your big point, RJ got herself fired and somehow this makes me a liar because I chose to say she left instead of restating something everybody else already knows and nobody really likes to bring back up…
She moves her gaze from the far wall back to the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Really?
She raises a hand and then pauses it, shaking her head incredulously.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: It’s funny, Skrabz said I got it all twisted but then he went and just…
Looking back to the camera, Bullet just glares back hatefully.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Should we change your name to Jon Snow and nickname me Ygritte for this match?
She pauses and then nods in acknowledgement.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I mean, granted, I would not go anywhere near a cave with you and I’m definitely not letting you go down on me even if you paid me money you do not have, but still, if you are going to speak out of turn about things you really know nothing about, I’m just going to start calling you “Snow” because you both know nothing and because you sound like somebody’s who has been skiing down coke mountain more often than Tyke Index ever has!
Looking over to the wall on her left, she glares for a second before shaking her head, chickling mirthlessly before looking back to the camera, dead serious.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Robi Jean Mitchell left Mile High Wrestling and she did so after she was unceremoniously fired by Robert Mack and it was not just because Tyke Index said some words she didn’t like. If it had just been about Tyke Index, she would have let Forge beat the shit out of him as it was scheduled and that would have been the end of it.
She shrugs quickly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Maybe there would have been a round two after where she took her own pound of flesh out of him for being a misogynistic pig but she would not have needed to go and get herself fired over something one person said.
She nods, the camera zooming in slightly, framing her from her shoulders up.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Robi Jean Mitchell got fired because Robert Mack made contact about something he did not like. RJ resented being told what to do and then a meeting took place where two grown adults devolved into children and overreacted until neither one was really happy and truth be told, neither one was the same for months after. The end result was a fuck you and fuck you, Robert fired Robi Jean, and three others left with her over…
Shrugging again, Bullet looks away momentarily before returning to her previous posture.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: What was really nothing.
She nods pointedly to the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Neither of them clothed themselves in glory on that one but it had to be just Robi Jean overreacting like a complete punk to Tyke Index just being a bad boy, ¿sí?
She nods interrogatively.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: It had to be that because then it’s just a woman overreacting like usual, ¿verdad?
She glares, her teeth almost starting to grind in anger.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Which is also why you go out of your way to place blame on them when you had your losses occur. It was never your fault, was it Snow?
She shakes her head assuredly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: No, it was those mean ass weak women ganging up on you, the Shieldmaidens who cost you against another weak ass woman and, like you said, Candi Bratton caught you a loss but she the one caught the pin. It wasn’t you that got pinned, it was her and everybody noticed. Everybody noticed that you had not been pinned and you had not submitted…
Rolling her eyes, Bullet almost spits in disgust.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And let’s be honest, nobody was really surprised that Candi Bratton did that to you in that match either because Candi wanted it to be all about her and it cost both of you but you needed to make sure everyone knew it was her fault, didn’t you?
She waves her hand across the shot angrily.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Like everything else, it’s both never about you and it’s always a way to show that women are nothing but things for you to use to get your rocks off and then send away after you’ve bent one over. We can’t possibly be on your level because…
Bullet shrugs, her eyes darting all over the place as if looking for answers that will never come.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: That’s just crazy talk, yes?
She nods sarcastically.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Está loco?
She nods grimly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: That’s why we haven’t heard much from BCB since they lost, isn’t it? They lost to girls and thus let you down because your entire vision for them was that you, the big strong alpha male would lead these other big strong males and show all of us weak ass women our true places! That our true places were down on our knees polishing your knobs and then on all fours receiving whatever you wanted to give us before you give us insufficient cab fare and tell us to fuck off because you already got the only thing we were good for and you get to prance aroudn singing, “I just had sex!!!!!”
She shakes her head, a seething rage building in her eyes.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: They had the audacity to lose to girls and let us think, even if it was just for a few minutes, we might actually be good at more than pretending we’re having a good time while you ram that thing between your legs you’re so proud of into places it was never meant to go!
Her right hand raises up, index finger extended so that she can point accusingly into the camera as it pulls out wide enough to now see her entire torso. .
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Well, let’s be real now, since you seem to be so fond of that concept even though you are really God awful at it. It was a woman that pinned you here in MIle High Wrestling, one, two, three, whether you like it or not and it’s a woman who now gets the chance to walk into Denver at Rise Again and show you what we’ve known all along.
She turns the finger on herself and jabs it into her chest.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: This isn’t just about me, Snow! It’s about RJ, it’s about Widow, Sam, Jack, Sorsh, Fianna, Aoife, Zombie, Azurine, Candi, Emily Falls, Erin Blue, Leah, Double Team Ihari, that new women with the Stigma, Jansen Myrrh and every other woman who has ever walked through the doors of this company be it as a wrestler, manager, agent, advocate, valet, executive, secretary, office temp…
She waves her hand across the shot again, the anger starting to pour out of her.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: It’s about all of their daughters, sisters, mothers, friends, lovers, any woman who has ever felt put down, empty, used, angry, sad, depressed or otherwise treated poorly by somebody like you!
She jabs herself in the chest again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: A woman is coming for you, Snow.
She nods forcefully as she jabs herself in the chest again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: This woman is coming and I’m not coming alone.
She waves her hand all over, pointing in every direction she can in rapid succession.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: They are all coming with me and if you don’t like it?
She shrugs hatefully,.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Too damn bad, you brought this on yourself. You brought it on every day you went out and dismissed somebody just because she had the rudeness to be born a woman! You brought it on every time you looked at one with only that one thought in your head and you brought it on every time you couldn’t stop yourself from acting on it whether she was open to it or not!
Nodding, Bullet points to the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You gave me the green light, Snow, and now I’m gonna rev up and ride right on through!
She reaches up and looks to the sky.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: All the women in the world, let’s start a riot and let’s start with Snow!
She looks back to the camera as it zooms in to frame her face.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You gave me the green light, Snow, and now I’m going to give it the gas!
The camera snaps to black.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Buckle up!
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