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Post by Admin on Jul 22, 2019 8:53:27 GMT -6
 Mile High Wrestling Phoenix Championship
Tyke Index© vs BulletRoleplay Limit: TWORoleplay Deadline: Sunday, August 4, 2019 @ 1AM Central *First roleplay MUST be posted by Wednesday, July 31,2019 @ 1AM Central to be eligible to post a second roleplay |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2019 15:06:04 GMT -6
Chapter One:
Post Rise Again
Setting:
27/7/2019
Aviano Coffee, Cherry Creek North
Three weeks, four days, ten hours, sixteen minutes and two seconds since I had last touched a substance or consumed alcohol. There were happy moments, sad moments, cold turkey moments but no Wild Turkey moments. None, not a single drop of the stuff or even a smidgeon of that white powder I would shovel into my nose like fuel to a car.
Solomon Cain had run me dry, left me fleeting for air and propelled my mind into free fall. Every single night I would see his face before falling asleep, drifting into nightmare after nightmare after nightmare. He told me this would happen but it wasn’t supposed to happen, not after victory. All week I had been telling myself that condemning him to his fate was the right thing to do but lately I was second guessing myself, second guessing everything and that was wrong. I promised to hang Solomon Cain out to dry and that’s exactly what I done, whether he is forgiven or not is not for me to decide, it never was. Hopefully, though, he’s eventually found and not lost.
I was sitting in the side of a café, the Aviano Cherry Creek North one to be precise. I had a business meeting here and the best part? I was doing it without Harvey, see, lately I had realized one or two things about Harvey. Harvey liked money; he liked my money, lots of it. I always made sure his pockets were fat and in return Harvey would look after me, look after us, but recently it felt like the only thing he was looking after was himself.
Sobriety brings a lot of realizations, some truths become more brittle and bursting around the edges than others and one of the more sombre ones was when I realized the amount of dollars I had burned through the years. Most of it was my own fault but I always felt like I had a crutch to hold me up in Harvey, Harvey was the one who would make sure I would still fall into bed at night and not a lake.
After Rise Again, though, some things become clear. Maybe too clear for my own liking, I had spent so much time fucked out my face snorting whatever the hell I could get my hands on that I forgot how many 0s should be on the end of endorsements, contracts and personal bonuses. Quite frankly, Harvey Goodfellows had been milking me like a cow, a fat overweight cow with more than a dozen black spots on her broad white belly.
I should have seen the signs, the bigger cars, the upgraded properties; hell Harvey was even sporting a fucking chest piece tattoo these days, a chest piece of a fucking cow, I mean if that wasn’t enough of a hint!? Me? I was hardly struggling to get by, but I hardly knew that judging by some of the states I was in. Everything was coming to a head, my relationship with Harvey was untenable for now and while I was grateful for some of the things that Harvey had done for me, 28th July 2019 marked the last day I would work with Mr. Goodfellows for a very long time. Especially after he realized that I had signed up as a major shareholder in the expanding Aviano brand with all the money I made going to Rise Above Colorado, the major drug charity out here. I would call Harvey later on to inform him that I had found a better beneficiary than him to inherit all my dolla signs, here’s a wee hint, Harvey? He wasn’t too happy. Fuck Harvey.
After signing some dotted lines and crossing some t’s it was time to do some serious thinking, one major thing on my mind was the Phoenix Championship, after successfully defending against our lost child another defence was on the horizon, this time against a very dangerous and a very game Bullet. I felt like my approach to the Shieldmaidens had been all wrong, since forever I had entered a bunch of mind games with these people, these very dangerous and un compromising group of individuals who together posed more threat to the Mile High and Tyke Index existence than I ever gave them credit for.
Low key, I knew there was a real danger with Bullet, over the last month she had lost a lot. Sleep primarily but also some matches, some big matches that a year ago most skeptics and critics would probably have felt she would have won. I was actually itching to call Bullet and ask her opinion on what the critics thought of her, but then sank into my chesterfield couch with a grin on my face thinking that would only make her more upset than she currently was, I didn’t want to upset Bullet, especially not in a month where she had lost a championship and failed to win another.
See, that was the misconception with the whole thing between the Shieldmaidens and I in the first place, I kept making out that this was all about upsetting them, causing friction, but all I was ever doing was yelling to be adored and noticed. Somehow, though, everything got lost in translation and this gnarly bunch of animals gave me more credit than I deserved, a bunch left the ship and the others got on their dinghies and tried to paddle for land. When they eventually landed, Bullet had hoisted the flag and attained control of these hungry wolves with colours more vitriol and abrasive than ever before.
I always liked hungry wolves, especially Bullet, especially the power she showed attaining what she wanted. Bullet was underrated and undervalued, painfully undervalued. A key player in the landscape, she would eventually carve a career and future out of being brutally aggressive, that was until, well, recently.
I had even read some conspiracy and revisionist theorists online suggest that Bullet and I were in cahoots, ridiculous as it seemed, I could understand why it would be brought to the table. With RJ and Forge gone, Tyke Index had an easier path to becoming the golden retriever while Bullet? Bullet became the ultimate golden retriever, inheriting the strongest division of fighters, prospects and labourers known to man and then some.
If that was the case, though, then what were we still fighting for? That’s where the dirtsheets had gotten it all so painfully wrong. See, this was never about power, well not entirely, it was never about becoming the golden retriever; this was merely about rising to the top and becoming the best. I wanted to be the best and Bullet? Bullet wanted to be the best to. Both of us genuinely believed we were the very best at what we do and right now? Right now I am sipping a coffee with more fervour than anyone else in the world. Prove me wrong, I dare you, pick up the coffee opposite me and sip it more flamboyantly with as much oomph as I do. You won’t, I guarantee it.
Chapter Two:
Curious Case of Shieldmaidens
Setting:
Tyke Index’ property
Pikes Peak Avenue, Baumann, Colorado Springs
28/7/2019
One of the last tasks I had asked of Harvey before replacing him with a charity was to fetch me some tapes of the Shieldmaidens, fetch he did, just like he fetched all my royalties, the motherfucker.
Some of these tapes were two hours long, others five and others? Well others were just a couple of minutes long, snippets of forgotten segments and even the odd part I recorded myself when I was creeping about making wrestling tights with Robi Jean Mitchells face on them. I laughed, I cringed, hell I even cried at the part RJ announced she was leaving, that shit was so sad, didn’t sleep for a week. Well, maybe just a day, but those sentiments were real, okay?
I couldn’t help but realize that all these dots and dashes lead back to one person and one person only – Robi Jean Mitchell. I would tap that pause button on the tapes every single time Bullet mentioned her name, I counted fifteen and that was only in a few minutes of tape. In those one hundred and eighty odd seconds Bullet would look curiously upset at some points and more recently towards the latter of the clips she would even look positively ecstatic.
I wanted to meet the real Bullet, yet the problem was I had no idea who the person I wanted to meet was. I’m not sure Bullet even knew who she was anymore? I would rewind the tapes once or twice maybe even three times, especially the ones were Bullets body language would become wildly expressive. Arms flailing everywhere, shoulder bones pointing towards the sky like a grenade dying to explode, yet for some reason she would never quite explode.
Then I would watch some tapes of Robi Jean Mitchell, Robi Jean spouted a posture of confidence, sparkling the universe surrounding her with fragrance and flavour. Her arms wide open welcoming the unknown and diluting fears, the same fears that Bullet was still facing.
That’s when it hit me like a tonne of bricks, Bullet was struggling; I suddenly wondered if her mental health was okay. Like, genuinely, I was really worried about Bullet. I wanted to call Bullet and ask Bullet if Bullet was okay but which Bullet would answer? Would it be the Bullet hiding behind the mask of Shieldmaidens bravado or would it be the Bullet, sister of Francisco? See the former was afraid to escape the glass ceiling, judged by her peers while the latter was fearless and protected her family from everything. Who was I facing? Who Bullet? Who?
I wondered what Bullet was afraid of? Was it from taking the Shieldmaidens to a new level? Or was it her fear of not being able to take the Shieldmaidens to a new level, did she even know if another level existed and if it did, where was it?
I put the tip of my finger on the fast forward button and watched some more clips, my heart eclipsed at the scene of Bullet winning the Phoenix Championship last year. Rising in Phoenix, it was the only time I truly seen her happy. Eyes welling up and tears dripping down, she would look down at the championship, the same one I am looking down at on my lap right now. It’s funny how accolades and titles can be so thinly veiled yet mean so much to someone, the Phoenix Championship meant so much to Bullet, so goddamn much.
My eyes were swelling up and I was breaking down watching the television, fuck, this was harder than I ever thought it would be. Somehow, somewhere Bullet had got lost in the post, her vision had become blurred and among it all she was now just merely a figure of sadness. I could see the sadness emanating from every pore in her body, so much so that I just wanted to reach into the depths of my plasma screen and give her a big hug. Things were going to be okay, things would work out for the best, Bullet would emerge from the shadows but it wouldn’t be next week, not on my watch.
Suddenly I was feeling the same guilt I felt just the other day when I tied a noose around the neck of Solomon Cain and hung him from the high heavens, I had taken Bullets sunshine; I had taken her Phoenix championship. Problem was; I wasn’t willing to give it back anytime soon. My feelings were torn between being the selfish man I used to be and the selfless man I had become. Since returning to Mile High, I had been riding the highest waves I had been for years. Without the drugs I was even starting to feel things naturally without enhancements, god it felt amazing. I wanted Bullet to feel this amazing and I knew she wasn’t, next week I would find out why she wasn’t feeling amazing anymore. That’s sad, isn’t it? It’s sad that someone is sad.
I stopped watching the tapes and picked up my note pad lying on the table. I started sketching my future, Bullets future and the future of Mile High Wrestling. Line by line, I would animate the perfect storm, there were plenty of characters to annunciate the paragraphs, after all the Shieldmaidens boasted around 447474521 members and 447474522 on Sundays.
I got bored, I stopped jotting and stopped caring much like Bullet recently. Don’t worry, though, you have a reason to care again Bullet, a reason to live. My favourite tape out the lot was the one where you name drop every single female you let down against Skrabz last week, you let them all down, who were you truly accountable for? Answer me that Bullet, answer me everything. Who were you accountable for?
If you even hesitate to answer that question, then you were wrong all along.
I put down the remote, put down the notepad, put down a marker. Next week was our biggest dance yet, I wanted us to make the most of it, make the most of it before it was too late and all this meant nothing. I was sick of feeling like nothing; we had rode too far and too hard for this all too mean nothing. My journey in Mile High Wrestling was only now truly beginning to take shape and my god there was a hella lot more shapes to come. I was fixing to burst the best shapes one more time, one more night, one more sunrise and ultimately…one more sunset. Well lots more sunsets actually, but don’t let the facts get in the way of a good story.
I shut my eyes and dreamt of every heart I would break and every hope I would accidentally shatter in the Shieldmaiden family, I’m sorry. Truly.
Just then I could hear a scream, it was that fat bastard Harvey. He must have heard the news…
"YOU MOTHERFUCKER, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?"
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Post by Bullet on Jul 30, 2019 23:45:38 GMT -6
Off-Camera
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Ice Cream Shack
The Beach
Destin, Florida
2:26 PM CDT
It had been a long ride from St. Augustine, five and a half hours, but sixteen-year-old Alex Carbajal had managed even if she’d had to come by herself. Her usual riding partner, her best friend and fellow immigrant, Jackie Layton, had flown back to Bay St Louis. Jackie’s mother, Shannon, and her younger sister, Corrie, were needed for a court hearing to do with Jackie and Corrie’s rather rich yet absentee father over visitation rights and support payments, things that had been recurring themes in the lives of the three Layton women since moving to Mississippi a little over four years previous.
The trip to Florida had been Jackie’s idea, a clandestine move to get them all away from the party scene her mother loved so much and that the rest of them had started to dabble in on some level. Both Jackie and Corrie already knew more about gambling than almost everyone else inside any casino who was not on a professional circuit simply from being taken to them so often by their mother. It was common knowledge in their circle of friends and family that Shannon Layton probably had a problem, but no one tended to say anything because of how much legal stuff her now ex-husband back in Nova Scotia sent at her just to be a giant pain in her side.
Now that trip as over and Alex was riding back to Mississippi alone. There had been talk amongst herself and Jackie of leaving high school, taking the G.E.D. test and just enjoying themselves for a while but both knew that was probably a pipe dream as neither would be financially stable enough to do that for another two years when Jackie would be eighteen and able to access her trust fully.
Having made it as far as Destin now, Alex leaned down to give her bike a once over. Her father had allowed her to work odd jobs for him to earn the money to buy the used 2007 Harley Night Rod despite the fact that it needed some extra work. Even now, every so often, it would act up and she would have to make some minor adjustments to let her trips continue but Alex had found she enjoyed the adjustments almost as much as she did the trips themselves. As she glances down the bike, she nods to herself, wrench in hand and glances across the street at the ice cream stand that seemed to be doing a brisk little business with the beach crowd. A small smile crosses her grease-streaked face as Alex takes it all in.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal ¡Qué hermosa!
As she looks out to the water, a sound from the line area catches her ear. Alex looks over to see a girl of about ten or eleven, four older boys who looked to be around seventeen or eighteen all trying to get in close to her. The four all had an air of superiority that only came from coming from money with an entitlement to match. The poor girl, earbuds in, was unable to hear the boys talking amongst themselves as they slowly caused the rest of the line to move on to avoid the rowdy bunch.
Boy 1: She’s got a rack on her.
His friends all nod their agreement, each seemingly undressing the girl with their eyes while she waited her turn for the ice cream.
Boy 3: Yeah, but dat ass tho!
The fourth one shakes his head, snorting with arrogance.
Boy 4: Nah, bet she’s some stuck up little Daddy’s Girl.
The first one shrugs as if this doesn’t matter at all.
Boy 1: So what? Don’t mean that the Daddy’s Girl’s cherry can’t be busted… Does it?
Boy 2: Hey, so long as she gives good head.. Who the fuck cares?
The girl steps up to the window, removes her buds and smiles happily, apparently unaware of what awaits her.
Girl: Vanilla. Waffle Cone, please.
The boys all snicker.
Boy 2: I got somethin’ you can lick.
The girl turns to face him, visibly disgusted by what was just said. Alex squeezes her wrench, contemplating going back to her bags for some other implement.
Girl: That’s gross. Ew!
The boys starts laughing as she turns away.
Boy 1: Mmmm, vanilla, you know what that means, Boys?
The others nod.
Boy 2: Pure as the fresh-driven snow!
Boy 3: Maybe we should give her some snow!
The others laugh hysterically, cruelly.
Boy 4: I know where she could find a straw!
The girl is handed her order and tries to hurry away but the boys make sure to obstruct her escape.
Boy 3: Leaving so soon, Baby?
Boy 2: Come onnn, we were only teasing you…
The fourth one nods enthusiastically.
Boy 4: Yeah. We were only teasing.
The lead boy looks her up and down hungrily.
Boy 1: Besides, we don’t typically like your kind. But for you, we’ll make an exception.
The girl tries to stand taller, staring the second boy in the eye.
Girl: Not like you have a chance with me anyways. Now, do you mind?
Boy 2: Oh, so you’re an uppity cunt, are ya?
Boy 3: Daddy’s good little girl…
Boy 4: I bet daddy hits that every night!
The girl tries to get away, the fear in her eyes starting to become overwhelming.
Boy 3: What’s wrong, daddy not giving it to yo you enough to show you your place?
At every word, the girl tries to sidestep them, but the boys move to keep blocking her path.
Boy 3: Hey, you ever have four at once? We’ll be gentle…
As they laugh cruelly, Alex nods to herself before calling out.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal ¿Quiubo, Parce?
They all turn to see her standing there in her baklck t-shirt, jeans and beat up boots, almost laughing at the rough ponytail and grease stains on her face. Alex simply nods to them.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal ¿Está jincha?
The girl looks at Alex hopefully, practically begging her wordlessly to help. The lead boy snears at the sight of Alex.
Boy 1: Move along ‘chica’.
The stink on the word chica tells Alex all she needed to know. .
Boy 4: Yeah, move along before we add you in on our fun with Princess here.
As Alex tands there just looking at them, the third one steps away from the group towards her, clearly trying to intimidate Alex. As he does so, the second one grabs the girl’s arm, pulling her in closer to him.
Boy 2: Or, you can join us willingly while we pluck this one’s ripe cherry.
The girl starts to cry out but stops at the look in Alex’s eyes.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal ¡Hijueputa! ¡Malparidos pelotas!
Boy 3 smirks even more cruelly than before. Alex spits her next words out through gritted teeth.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal Leave. Her. Alone.
The smirk fades off the approaching boy’s face.
Boy 3: We told you to fuck off, Chica, now get before we...
Alex blasts him in the mouth with her wrench before he finishes his warning. The boy goes to the ground, bleeding all over the place. The leader marches over to her and Alex cracks him in the mouth with her wrench as well. As he hits the ground, Alex glares wild-eyed at the other two, especially the one holding the girl.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal ¡Dame papaya!
The two on the ground groan, looking up at their friends as blood gushes from their mouths. The other two move away from the girl, help their two friends up and start moving away quickly while Alex continues to brandish her now-bloody wrench like a switchblade.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal ¡Vuelve y te daré una zapatería!
She nods and then quickly wheels to look at the trembling girl.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal Are you ok?
The girl quickly moves in and hugs Alex, crying profusely inton Alex’s chest, her ice cream long since forgotten as it lays on the ground. Alex hugs the girl back and nods, kissing the top of her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal Está bien. Está bien…
Alex glances over in the direction the boys had run in and then nods, turning back to the girl.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal What is your name, Pequeña?
The girl bites her lip and manages to look up to Alex’s face.
Girl: Sh… Shanna…
Alex nods understandingly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal Where is your family?
Shanna points up the beach and Alex nods again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal Come on, I will walk you to them in case they come back. No one should have to walk alone on this.
Shanna nods gratefully.
Shanna: Thank you!
Alex holds out her free hand and Shanna accepts it. The two start walking up the beach and the younger girl can’t help but look back at the older one.
Shanna: What’s your name, Ma’am?
Alex smiles sweetly for her.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal Alejandra, you can call me Alex.
Shanna nods happily, curiosity obviously eating her up as they walk.
Shanna: Where are you from, Alex?
Knowing full well what the next question will be, Alex gives her answer.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal Bay St. Louis.
Shanna frowns in confusion.
Shanna: You don’t sound like you’re from Mississippi, Alex.
Alex snickers.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal No?
Shanna shakes her head.
Shanna: No.
Alex nods knowingly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal I was not born there.
Shanna giggles.
Shanna: Where were you born?
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal Colombia.
Shanna smiles excitedly.
Shanna: Really?
Alex nods.
Shanna: I know somebody else from Colombia!
The smile on Alex’s face grows at the girl’s enthusiasm.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal Do you?
Shanna nods.
Shanna: She might start riding with my mama!
Alex nods slowly as they walk on further. Before long, Shanna is pointing to a beach house on the right.
Shanna: It’s that house right there.
The two walk up to the house where a large man with a beard stands frowning. He sees the two coming as a woman roughly his age comes walking.
Shanna: Mama! Daddy!
Shanna lets go of Alex’s hand and goes running up to the two adults, grabbing onto her father
Woman Shanna? Who’s your friend?
Shanna nods to Alex.
Shanna: This is Alex, she just saved me from some boys who wanted to do bad touchy stuff!
The girl’s parents both nod to Alex.
Man: That true?
Alex shrugs.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal I do not know what they would have done, but they were speaking like…
She pauses, shaking her head in anger.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal Caremondas…
The girl’s parents nod and the woman steps forward.
Woman What’s your name?
Shanna rolls her eyes.
Shanna: Moooom! I told you, her name’s Alex!
Alex almost laughs as she nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal Alejandra… call me Alex.
The woman extends her hand.
Woman Robi Jean, call me RJ.
Alex nods and shakes her hand.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: What’s the wrench for?
Shanna starts giggling.
Man: What’s so funny?
Shanna points.
Shanna: She was working on a bike like yours and then she used it to powie those boys in the mouth!
The man nods, looking impressed.
Man: Did she now?
Shanna nods excitedly.
Shanna: Uh-huh! They ran off after!
Man: Is your bike still up there?
Alex nods. RJ nods, visibly impressed as well.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: You go with her to get her bike? I’d say she’s earned dinner here tonight.
The man nods agreeably.
Man: If she’ll accept.
Alex nods gratefully.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal ¡Gracias!
They walk her inside, eager to hear all about their newest acquaintance.
On-Camera
Tuesday, July 30, 2019
Parking Lot
Shieldmaidens Clubhouse
New Orleans, Louisiana
8:01 AM CDT
The camera opens on Shieldmaidens President Alex “Bullet” Carbajal as she sits on her 2007 Harley-Davidson Night Rod, her hair allowed to fall freely about her back and shoulders over her full Shieldmaiden colors.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal So… yeah….
She nods apologetically.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal This is what Tyke Index is like now.
She nods to herself and glances away from the camera towards a building on the right, raising up her left hand palm up.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal On the one hand, he’s supposedly sober, kind of turned over a new leaf when it comes to being who he was and seems to have been shocked into a new sense of reality by what happened to him against Zombie and then against Solomon Cain…
She raises up her right hand and slightly lowers her left.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal On the other hand, he’s also still being kind of an asshole about things when it comes to people who no longer work here…
Her head droops and her hands drop onto her handlebars as she nods to herself and then looks back up to the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal And the sad part to me is that I get it on both of those things. I do, I get it, I work for Forge at Twisted Steel and I know how he can be but this week isn’t about him and it isn’t about his wife. This week is about you and it’s about me and it’s about the Phoenix Championship.
Chuckling to herself, Bullet’s gaze moves slightly to her handlebars for a second before drifting back up to the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal Now, I could pull a Skrabz and put that loss off on the third person in the ring last time and say you didn’t really beat me, but we both know how much bullshit that would be.
She nods knowingly, pointedly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal You got me, dead center, no ifs ands or buts about it, Tyke. You walked to that ring with me and Raven and we basically made Raven irrelevant in that match before you beat me.
Pausing, Bullet raises a hand to slow any possible response in the moment.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal Let me say that again so everyone can hear me and tries to accuse me of mumbling it under my breath or otherwise trying to hide it later. You beat me the last time we were in the ring together.
Her hand drops back down into the handlebars again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal Then Skrabz beat me at Rise Again. I might have made him work harder than he’s ever had to work for it before but he still beat me.
She nods in acknowledgement.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal Ok, great, Skrabz and I are now even. Good for him, that means he still has to beat me again in order to be able to say he is truly better than me.
She glances at her gas tank for a second and sits up, her hands falling away from her handlebars and landing on her thighs.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal That being said, I understand the other part too. The part about being shocked to your core.
Looking back up to the camera, she nods as her right hand raises up with her forefinger and middle finger extended.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal You had two near death experiences in big matches. Zombie literally buried you alive and I’m sure, in the state you were in prior to that match, it was stern chock to the system to wake up dead like that! Dirt in your mouth, in your eyes, all around you knowing that usually is where the worms are going to come and try to eat your flesh. Here it was, you had been told for so long that the shit would be the death of you and you go to this match where you almost want it to happen only to have it happen and figure out, in fact, no, you want to be alive! Life is good and beats the alternative by a mile and so you pick yourself up and you clean yourself off in more ways than one and you go back to where you started. You get yourself back to being a champion and then you have Solomon Cain try to take more than just the championship from you...
Her hand lowers back to her thighs.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal He tries to go full-on lynching on you and suddenly you find yourself, havingd one everything right…
Her right hand raises up, her thumb and forefinger
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal This close to being down in the first again….
She nods as her hand lowers back to the handlebars.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal Well, I’ve been doing the same thing lately.
She nods firmly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal I went to Rise Again, I went in and Skrabz got me and now, I have to go back to the start. I had to ask myself, how did I get here? How did I really get here and I had to think back to the moment that brought me to the Maidens in the first place and I realized, it all started with guys who remind me an awful lot of the men here in Mile High Wrestling. It was four guys who thought they could do whatever they wanted because they were bigger, stronger, meaner or whatever else and they could lord it over somebody smaller than them.
Bullet looks away and spits in disgust.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal Guys like Chris Mosh, like Skrabz, like Solomon Cain and like how you have been. It took me back to a moment near a beach where four guys decided to harass a girl because they thought they could and I knocked two of them on their ass with a wrench I was using to work on this very bike. I walked that girl back to a beach house that I’ve since been to many times again after. A beach house that turned out to be owned by a woman who was the sergeant-at-arms of the Shieldmaidens MC and was being used by a family with two MC presidents in it.
A smile comes to Bullet’s face as she nods to herself, the memory dancing in her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal Her name was Shanna and her father gave me a job working at his garage and her mother let me started prospecting for ther Maidens even though I was technically too young to do so at the time. That girl is in college now and if it weren’t for her, never would have gotten any of the jobs I have now. I would never have met the Maidens and I never would have come to either wrestling or Mile High.
The smile fades away and she glares into the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal So, last time it took me five matches to climb that ladder and walk out Phoenix Champion. This time, it’s going to take a whole lot me as I have to look inside myself and find that bit of energy it takes to stand back up after getting knocked down. Find that little bit of energy it takes to dust yourself off and then swing again!
As she nods pointedly, Bullet crosses her arms across her chest.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal So the question is, which Tyke Index am I getting this time?
She looks to her hands as she turns her left palm up again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal Am I getting the one that cleaned himself up and managed to live through two situations that should have killed him?
She turns up her right hand.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal Or am I getting the asshole that pot himself in the grave against Zombie and can’t seem to help himself when he needs it most?
She puts her hands onto her handlebars and smirks into the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal Cause like you said yourself, the real captain is coming in at you and she’s coming in swinging!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2019 11:19:43 GMT -6
Chapter One:
Roll the Dice
Setting:
Outside Aviano Coffee, Cherry Creek.
2/8/2019
I could see Harvey Goodfellows coming at me, his placid white skin and bulging spotty face, the receding hairline, everything. He was angry, scrap that, he was absolutely livid. I could see spit emanating from his gigantic gob, salivating like he had just won the lottery but he hadn’t, far from it actually.
See, yesterday, for the first time in ten years I signed a deal without the inclusion of Harvey. This cow standing right here was sick of being milked, sick of being spoken to like a child, sick of the condescending overtones and most of all sick to death of Harvey. I am sure Harvey probably had more than enough bones to pick with me over the years; I wasn’t perfect, hell I could count the amount of times I almost overdosed in 2019 alone.
Harvey would save me and continue to save me, though, for years I thought his duty of care extended to a personal level and the saddest and most heart breaking part of this entire scenario was that he never really cared about me, I was just that, a cow. I was an object of worth, an investment, someone who Harvey could rely on to make him rich and better yet keep him rich, a hanger on. I just don’t know why I never noticed it before, the missing 00s from bank statements, weekly monetary transfers to accounts I didn’t recognize just to be reassured it was savings accounts. Here is a bit of advice, don’t do drugs, don’t touch them and don’t even look at them. If you do decide to touch them, then don’t look at your bank balance and don’t look in the mirror, trust me, you won’t like either those digits or that face staring back at you. Right now Harvey was the one staring back at me, another face I could do without looking at.
Signing the deal with Aviano was the most fulfilling and inspirational thing I had ever done, knowing that every single penny from my name being associated with the brand would go to those struggling like I did, in some cases even worse. See, at least I was a professional wrestler; I had an elevated position that gave me some leverage in society and allowed me enough canvas to fuck up more than a dozen times. I knew that not everyone had that luck, for some their luck would run dry after that first roll of the dice and what next? What comes after nothing? What comes once the dice stops rolling and all that remains is silence, deadly uncompromising silence.
Coming to think of it, how many rolls of the dice had Alex had? After hearing her back story, I was intrigued, an immigrant who rolled the dice and landed the jack pot. Something was to be admired about that and as I began watching interviews of hers where she spoke of having to always overcome the odds, misogynistic attitudes, redefining stereotypes and evolving the Shieldmaidens legacy. Well, she had done most of those things, apart from maybe the latter and that’s where my problem with ‘Bullet’ began.
Alex, what have you done since the return of Mile High? Where have you disappeared to and what have you done with Bullet? I noticed a lot of deflecting in those carefully chosen words of yours, a lot of ifs and even more buts BUT crucially and most importantly a lot of home truths. I suppose at some point you had to sit down and address the home truths such as the lost championships and failed opportunities. I watched as Forge attempted to condescend yourself on Twitter; it must have brought back some painful memories for you. Times when males would attempt to walk all over you, attempt to be all over you, attempt to be you. Yet, your strength was always resolute, not a single word or limb would ever wrong nor decimate you, not on your watch. A tower of strength you would always rise to the top, that’s just what the best do, that’s just what you USED to do.
I watched on as Forge reached into his great big bag of misconceptions, laying down his ill-informed vision for your future, watching as he gleefully thudded down on his keyboard with a bunch of lazy metaphors, his approach just as flawed as his conclusions. Yet, you let him in time and time again. Alex, I hoped and I genuinely believed that at some point the light bulb would go off inside your head and you would finally stand up for yourself, stand up to THEM. Then suddenly it all made sense, the dots joined and the empathetic jigsaw pieces came together one at a time. Alex, the light bulb went off in your head a long time ago didn’t it, way before Forge would patronize you, hell even way before that time you kicked the living shit out the scumbags who attacked your friend. Alex, your light bulb was always switched on, that is until you decided to switch it off a few weeks ago, the saddest part in this story? You switched it off all by yourself. No assistance, no leverage, just a bad judgment call. Let that sink in.
Harvey had been yelling profanities in my direction this whole time, not that it or he mattered anymore. As I nudged past his chest, walking towards the door, I looked back one more time and for the first time in his life Harvey was lost for words. Maybe he had just run out of words, he had been talking for quite a while after all.
Chapter Two
Chilling by the Graveyard
Setting:
Riverside Cemetery
Denver, Colorado
3/8/2019
I came by here once a week, the place I was supposed to succumb to a life time of sins, yet here I was sitting next to my gravestone instead of lying six feet underneath it. It was pretty difficult to put my feelings into words, but every time I came by here I would feel a plethora of emotions which were pretty raw and surreal. It was almost two months since I had been buried alive, an experience which looking back on it probably wasn’t as pleasant as I imagined it to be. Shutting my eyes I could feel the hairs on my neck stand at ease as the wind blowing up the hill of the cemetery gently brushed against me, the vibrant draught causing a tingling sensation which would travel up the course of my spine.
A lot had happened since then, I kinda felt like I had lived two life times in two months, culminating in a very real and very serious situation with Solomon Cain last week. I had heard that Solomon was struggling to say my name, perhaps the severity and circumstances of his actions were finally catching up with him. I would watch Solomon struggle and stutter his way through appearances, still trying to find himself, even now he was still lost.
Hell, this cemetery featured over 1000 veterans and more than its fair share of celebrity big wigs, none bolder or larger than that of Governor John Evans, the American politician, physicist and most famously co architect of the chilling Sand Creek Massacre which to this day is still widely regarded as one of the worst massacres to ever be inflicted upon Native Americans.
I had resisted visiting Evans’ gravestone every time I came past the cemetery, I wasn’t sure I could bare to be in the same residual presence as someone so evil even with his death having occurred over 154 years ago and his remnants probably no more than a molecule of rotten debris, there was still an eerie unexplainable vibe floating around here.
Yet, a part of me wanted to know more. This man was a ruthless leader, dividing and conquering opposition just like he did supporters. See, there was no middle ground with men like Evans, you were either firmly with him or against and either way he probably didn’t give a damn which direction you were inclined, a vitriolic figure who was at best a trail blazer and at worst a misunderstood genius.
Bullet could probably learn a lot from guys like Evans, I doubt he would win a popularity contest in 2019 but if you were going to war then you were damn sure wanting him at the helm to ride that eye of the storm. Bullet on the other hand had lost her vicious touch and had become a bit of a wet leaf almost numb to the sound of dare I say it…bullets.
Lately, Bullet had become apathetic and passive, a central figure to the recent down turn of fortune within the Shieldmaidens. There was nothing there, not anymore, Bullet looked tired and in need of some sleep. This time last year Bullet struck fear in most, now though? She barely struck fear and loyalty within her own members. Bandit and Psycho even derived away from the Shieldmaidens name in their loss to the seXPRESS, something wasn’t quite right and below the surface you could feel the kettle was boiling into over drive, soon that volcano would explode and a bunch of true colours would be unveiled. Do you know what your members true colours are Bullet? Or has Forge been in their ears? Has Robi Jean scolded their beliefs? Hell, have you scolded your own beliefs? Cause lately you have looked a shadow of your former self.
I publicly stated earlier in the week that I wanted to see the real captain come out, the real Bullet, but lately even I’m not sure who that is anymore. Who sails the mast at sea now? Is it really Bullet? Or is it merely Alex? See there is a difference between Alex and Bullet. One is a warrior and one is human, one is championed the world over and the other falls in line when she is told to. At Episode XX when everything is to play for just who is going to show up? There is a Phoenix Championship, my Phoenix Championship on the line and you were right when you said I would rather be alive than dead. Question is Bullet, would you rather be alive than dead these days? Cause in all honesty I’m not so sure.
Maybe next week you can come visit this place with me or maybe, maybe I can come visit you here. Let me know your favourite color of flowers and I can arrange the rest.
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Post by Bullet on Aug 3, 2019 19:04:47 GMT -6
Off-Camera
Friday, August 2, 2019
Hotel
Denver, Colorado
7:37 PM MDT
Alex “Bullet” Carbajal had faced many problems in her tenure as the President of the New Orleans Charter of the Shieldmaidens but none were as stark as the one seemingly brewing with full patch and fellow Mile High Wrestling competitor Samantha “Titaness” Hamilton. Since making their way to EWC and beyond after the initial closing of Mile High, there had been a near constant undercurrent directed at Sam from those outside the group that she stood apart from her sisters. Initially, this could be dismissed as just people noticing that Sam stood several inches taller than the others, four inches taller than Wendy “Zombie” Stevens, seven inches taller than Bullet and nearly a full foot above Jackie “Bandit” Layton and “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire.
Even their support staff, came up slightly short in that department as well. Sam was four inches taller than Aoife “Banshee” Maguire, five inches taller than Lexa Pellegrini, a full foot taller than Lyall “Lyric” Allen, and even had two inches on Katrina “Knox” Knox. The former active members, Becca “Bruiser” Rogers, Robi Jean “RJ” Mitchell and Ophelia “Widow” Blaque blended in with the rest of the group with Widow standing with the smaller members like Bandit, Lyric and Psycho, Bruiser standing in the middle with Bullet, Banshee and Zombie and RJ matching Knox’s height.
Sam had at least two inches on all of them but that was not the only thing that everyone seemed to be focusing on and it was starting to get to her, or, so it seemed. Bullet had known Psycho would be going to have a talk with Sam about their title match but she also knew there would be another talk that needed to happen, fallout from what was going on with Detective Marchand and RJ handing over the gavel of leadership.
Bullet comes to the proper door and knocks. The door opens to find a slightly surprised and visibly curious Sam.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: Alex?
Bullet nods, a smile on her face.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Quiubo, Parce? Walk with me?
Stunned, Sam nods quickly.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: Just a sec, let me get my shoes.
Sam disappears back into the room, returning a second later in matching Shieldmaidens colors.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: What’s up?
Bullet nods as the two start walking down the hallway to the stairwell.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I should be asking you that, Sam. You have seem troubled for a time, since RJ took her leave. Have I done something to upset you?
Taken aback, Sam shakes her head, speaking quicker than she can think.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: What? Hell no, I…
Bullet nods knowingly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: But something does trouble you?
Sam nods, staying quiet for a few moments as she contemplates how to bring the topic up. After figuring something out, she looks over to Bullet, walking cautiously down the stairs.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: We’re supposed to be family, aren’t we?
Already knowing the answer to that, she doesn’t really wait for Bullet to nod or answer in any form or fashion.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: So … why am I the odd one out? Why are RJ and Widow fine with you, Jackie, and Angelique … but not me, Lio, and Joseph?
An eyebrow raises as a new thought comes to Samantha.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: Unless … they’ve contacted you and said otherwise, but haven’t informed me for whatever reason.
Bullet nods slowly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I’ve only talked to RJ a couple of times since they left. It was how it had to work if it was going to work at all. There is talk that she will sneak in for a visit when Bex and Sorsh manage to have their son’s christening. I think Bex was hoping to be better with her crutches before they tried that since she will need to be able to stand for that. They’ve even found a Catholic church that will do this for them despite their relationship. RJ loves you, Sam. She loves all of us. I know a few who feel like she abandoned us, is that true for you as well?
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: I didn’t originally feel that way, no. Taken aback at worst that she really had to leave the way she did.
Sam swallows nervously.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: And … I get that she probably can’t say much in this position. But I’m almost positive I broke the news about Lio becoming equally involved before she and Widow had to start laying low. She could have said something before then … but no. Nothing. Nada. So … honestly?
The Titaness sadly nods.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: I’m definitely getting there anyway, yes. Until one of them, if not both, can prove me wrong. And this is one of those things I would be perfectly fine with someone being able to show that my thoughts are wrong. Because thinking she may not approve … that fucking hurts. Especially because of what me and Saoirse agreed on. It shouldn’t matter to begin with … and yet, for them, it may.
Taking this in, Bullet nods slowly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: It may be possible to get a message to them. I can try and piggyback when we try to get them for the christening. It was important to Bex for RJ to be there for that as she wanted RJ and Forge as one set of godparents. If this is important to you, I can see that message sent as well.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: Please do. Because it’s damn well nearly killing me quicker than anytime I step into a wrestling ring.
Samantha quickly pauses when she feels her voice threaten to choke. Her head shakes adamantly at herself as she waits to ensure she can finish relaying her thoughts without breaking down twice in the same day.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: Las Doncellas Shield son algunas de las pocas personas que tengo. No quiero perderlos a todos solo porque soy el destacado del grupo.
Seeing the look in Sam’s eyes, Bullet stops them on the landing of the stairs and hugs the large blonde woman.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Está bien. El parche lo sabe. You are not losing us, Sam. Everyone else can say whatever they want but those of us in that room with you. Todos estamos de acuerdo…
Bullet turns to make sure she is looking Sam dead in the eyes when she next speaks.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Good enough for you, good enough for us! We trust you and trust your judgement on this. Eres el mejor de nosotros…
She pauses, looking as far into Sam’s soul as humanly possible.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Entiendes?
Sam’s head bows slightly as she returns the hug. Black and blonde mingle slightly together as she pulls Bullet just a bit closer, partly out of instinct … and a small amount from selfishness. More specifically, selfish emotions that had once been openly admitted in a silly Twitter game .. but never acted upon.
Still, she had too much respect for Alex to do anything too bold, and kept it to only returning the hug.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: Verbally and whatnot, sure. I understand completely. The heart though…
Her head moves from side to side.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: That’s a different story, especially when feelings like doubt swim through your head. And hell, RJ and Widow’s approval is honestly the most tame of my worries. I wasn’t completely paranoid when I hinted to Essie I really do think Marchand may have found something. Good as Widow is … I don’t know if she was really able to get rid of all assistants who may be working with that fucker.
A grimace spreads over her face.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: I have no regrets killing Eulalio, mind you. But this cat and mouse game Marchand is continuing to play? Yeah, I could do without that shit.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I honestly don’t know what all there is to find on that score. I know he has tried to crack many of us. Has threatened several of us with deportation and even wanted to use Corrie’s probation against us.
Sam’s head shakes yet again.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: I don’t know, either. But I’m not as confident as usual to think he’s just bluffing. And the mere possibility of that somehow being right … it scares me. Sangre por sangre in-fucking-deed.
Bullet nods, knowing that urge quite well herself.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Zombie’s looking into it on her end and the Twins are seeing what all they can dig up. I’ve considered asking Nikki to look into it as well just to see if an extra pair of eyes that has no skin in the game herself will make a difference.
She pauses again and then nods to Sam.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I should thank you for last week, Sam. I did not know who I could ask to go with me to that meeting with Marcos and Benny knowing they would demand that kind of showing of… loyalty…
Bullet draws in a sharp, deep breath.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You and Tibs going in and doing that with me...
The Colombian woman looks down to the floor before looking back up to the Titaness’s eyes.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: No puedo agradecerte lo suficiente.
Sam nods in complete understanding, finally managing to weakly chuckle.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: That was quite the literal trip. If they subconsciously gave me more reasons to never willingly do that shit again, mission accomplished. Not unless another meeting like that pops up, but not before then.
A hand slowly moves up and down Bullet’s back, stopping after a few movements.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: Just like I took that bullet for you back then, I’d go with you again if they summon you in the same way. No questions asked.
Bullet nods gratefully.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I would do the same for you. I will always be grateful for what happened that night here in Denver, the surprise at the end of our match. Greatest night in our history because it gave us you.
Samantha softly laughs again as their Ladder Match is brought up. Her right hand moves off of Alex’s back and traces along the scar adorning her own forehead.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: How we literally didn’t kill each other is still beyond me.
Her head shakes as she smirks.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: But agreed, it was very much worth pulling through.
A brief pause lingers in the air before Sam finally resumes.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: So was there a final destination you had in mind? I don’t think it was just the stairs. I’d be fine walking the rest of the way with you.
Bullet glances around and nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Yeah, come on, we’ll wander outside to a spot in the back parking lot and you can watch me use the burner number and send off that message you need to be sent.
Sam nods, exhaling softly as she takes in Bullet’s words about sending the message off. Her left hand slowly moves away from Alex’s back as she adjusts herself. Soon, The Titaness is standing beside the new President rather than using the wall for support. As she begins to descend the stairs with Bullet, her phone vibrates in her pocket. Sam pulls it curiously, then rolls her eyes as she sees it’s from Orion, teasing about whether she’s disappeared or not. She sends a quick message confirming she had a bit of girl talk and will be back shortly before concentrating on her trek with Alex.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Orion worried you’ve run off with me?
Bullet can’t help but snicker as she says this. The Titaness also snickers, her smirk widening.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: Not nearly as worried compared to if you were a man. But he is a small bit, yes.
Her mouth starts to open .. but decides to keep that thought to herself.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: Okay. Let’s hurry up with this message task. I’ve got someone waiting for me as it is and if we take too long, you likely will also.
Bullet nods, chuckling out loud.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Es la verdad…
The two women start walking again, faster than before knowing full well they’ll have explanations to make if they linger much longer.
Twenty-five minutes later…
Bullet returns to her own hotel room and sits on the bed, finding fellow Shieldmaiden Jackie “Bandit” Layton sitting in a chair with her eyes glued to the television and CNN. The second Bullet sits down, Bandit changes the channel to Disney XD. Bullet glance at the television now showing a cartoon called “Big City Greens” and just shakes her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Jack, you didn’t have to do that…
Bandit shrugs.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I know how much it annoys you, Alé. You’ve never enjoyed the finer nuances of political discourse and especially not televised.
Bullet almost laughs as she nods to the now Disneyfied television. .
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: That’s what you call that?
Bandit shrugs.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Sometimes, though sometimes it’s just a bunch of people yelling incomprehensibly at each other just like people in sports games. If only we’d get bench clearing brawls in Congress like the good old days now! Can you imagine if somebody actually had the balls to step to some of these right wing douchebags when they go full race-baiter on AOC?
She pauses and then nods as she thinks of another example to give.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Or when they go full sexist on her and Elizabeth Warren?
Bullet nods as she ponders this idea.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Hockey fight or baseball fight?
Bandit shrugs.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Dealer’s choice?
Bullet ponders this for a second and then shakes her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: No, you know what I would like to see? They have somebody who has no party attachment to call penalties on decorum and if certain conditions are met…
She pauses and then smirks.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Battle Dome!
Bandit starts laughing.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Referee?
Bullet shakes her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Just to pull them off when they fall down.
Bandit grins.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Oh, Canadian Rules! I like it!
Bullet grins back.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I knew that you would, Jack.
Bandit nods her agreement.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: How dd the meeting with Sam go?
Bullet again ponders the question for a second.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: She was cooking, more than one thing.
Bandit frowns with concern.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: How bad?
Bullet nods to herself slowly, sighing as she does so.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I think RJ going silent has done more damage than we know yet. Certain cracks have festered some…
Bandit whistles aloud.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Shit…
Bullet nods slowly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We’re fixing it, we’ll be fine.
Bandit nods hopefully before snapping her fingers.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Oh, I went and looked at stuff online while you were gone and…
Looking down, Bandit nods apologetically.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I’m sorry Sorsh and I caused you a problem with Tyke.
Bullet frowns in confusion.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: The S.T. thing?
Bandit nods and Bullet waves it off dismissively.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Like many things, people see what they want and jump to conclusions. He thinks that’s new when it’s only new to Mile High. You guys have made that joke about you and Eef for a year now. You’ve talked about using that name since Sorsh came here… so, no problem.
Bandit nods slowly, clearly not really feeling it. Bullet reaches over and takes her hand into her own.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Hey, if Sam, Tibs and I can survive being drugged by Marcos and Benny the way we were last week, I can survive Tyke Index being an idiot when it comes to you and Sorsh having a tag team name as if that has never happened before in the history of wrestling groups. You had good singles wrestlers to a good tag team and there’s your stable. It doesn’t mean the stable is dead, it just means…
Bandit grins.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Oh… you didn’t know?
Bullet grins back.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: My ass already called someone tonight. Do I really need to do it again?
Bandit smiles sheepishly.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I did kinda tell Ange you would…
As Bandit grits her teeth apologetically, Bullet starts laughing.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Hijueputa! Iba a hacer eso de todos modos, pero…
She pats Bandit’s hand, still laughing.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿A qué hora le dijiste que llamaría?
Bandit glances at her watch.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Um, in about an hour?
Bullet gets up, walks over to her girlfriend and kisses her passionately.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Te amo, Bandida!
Bandit kisses her back.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I love you too, Stitch!
On-Camera
Saturday, August 3, 2019
Hotel
Ballroom
Denver, Colorado
5:07 PM MDT
The camera opens on Alex “Bullet” Carbajal sitting at a table that has obviously been set up for a coming event, though the room looks to be empty aside from about ten round wooden tables that resemble the one Bullet sits at. No chairs have been set for them yet, though three sit by the far wall. Bullet taps the fingers of her right hand on the surface of the table and nods solemnly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: It is amazing, you cut out a few bad habits that used to cloud your mind and now you think you see everything clearly when really you only see the surface.
She sits forward in her chair, folding her hands on the table before her.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Apathetic and passive…
A wry smile comes to her face as she
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Tyke Index does not know what these words mean if he thinks they apply to me. I have not just sat back and let things fall apart. The first thing I did after getting the gavel was go and start fixing problems. I’ve been doing that pretty much since then but you wouldn’t know that because I do not handle that kind of business in public!
Sitting back in her chair, Bullet allows her fists to open, her hands now lying flat on the table before her.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Now, if we are to only speak of the wrestling parts then let us concentrate on that. The Shieldmaidens are doing just fine, thank you for asking. So far since returning to MIle High, I have yet to have a match against someone who is not a current champion. My first match back was champion versus champion against Azurine Vebbins and I put her down as if she owed me money to get my chance at Skbraz. Then I had a six-person tag team match against Toll Gang and then I fought Skrabz one on one for his championship and forced him to go further than anyone else in this company has! And obviously in there, I had to defend against you and Raven Trueblood where you won.
Bullet shrugs, looking dead into the camera as she does so.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I make no excuses for either loss. You and Skrabz both got me, fair play, but that does not mean I simply fade back and wait for the world to right itself. It means I have to go back to the start and fight all over again. I walk to that ring against you and get the chance to show you who I am and then I work on the other one and all the whole, the Shieldmaidens are doing fine. Jack and Sam are still the tag team champions, Zombie got a title opportunity quickly and now Sam has the chance to be a double champion and Psycho is getting one as well.
A knowing smile crosses her face.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Not exactly a dying legacy, there Tyke, but let us consider if you were right and we were having that problem. You of all people should know it does not matter if you get knocked down so long as you get back up. You were literally buried and left for dead and did that stop you?
She shakes her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: No, it did not. You climbs back out of that hole, took stock of your life, made changes and climbs a mountain to regain championship standing and when Solomon Cain tried to use you as his rebound and did basically the same thing he always does, you faced death again and came out the victor!
Nodding forcefully, Bullet leans forward in chair again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I have done that lately as well, I just haven’t done it as publicly as you have. I went and did things for the MC and then I did things for my sisters and I didn’t feel the need to toot my own horn because you didn’t need to know! The people who did need to know were there and already knew! Now…
He brings her right fist down onto the table, banging on it loudly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You want to know why I did not tell Forge to fuck himself?
She stands up angrily.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Because fuck you, that’s why! Forge has been a second father to me! He gave me a job I still have and a place to live when I had neither and he and his wife brought me into this family! I would not be who I am without them and I only asked him to stop because I did not wish him to fight my battle with you for me! Now, you wish to see the real captain...as you say?
She nods angrily, pointing to herself.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You’re right, I’m the one who did not leave when I could have. When RJ got herself fired, I did not abandon Sam here. I went out and I found others to come stand with her and the Maidens prospered here until the company closed because Katrina Mack tried to pull a power play that only succeeded in getting the plug pulled on her own job! When there was massive upheaval in Galactic that meant several left, I stayed again! Jack and I are still technically owed two tag team championship matches there and if it ever reopens again, even if under a different name, you bet your ass we will go back with Sam and demand they finally give us what we earned multiple times already!
Pausing for a second, she raises her hand to stop another response from coming.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Oh, and if Jack and I go back there call ourselves “S.T”. or “Riot” or “Bandit & Stitch” or even “Pip Farting On A Snaredrum,” it does not mean we are not still Shieldmaidens, it just means we decided we would be the Road Warriors standing in the original Legion of Doom in Georgia alongside Jake Roberts, The Spoiler, Maniac Matt Borne, Arn Anderson and whoever else Paul Ellering could find at the time!
She nods, smacking her own hand as if forcefully reading of f list even though none if present.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: EWC, again, I am one who is not leaving Sam to fight alone! Others have left or been injured for various reasons but I am staying with her because that is what I do! When things get difficult, I do not run in the other direction. I do not stay down, I get back up or I start swinging forward. Like that story you heard about the girl and the four guys.
She nods pointedly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Yes, there were four of them and only one of me and I went forward because I was not going to leave that poor girl to the wolves! I was not content to passively allow that to happen so I stepped in and started swinging. I hit a couple and then screamed at the others to give me an excuse! They ran, not me and I have never regretted that decision even for a second. I would do it again in a heartbeat and I am not about to start questioning it all now because you think a couple of losses should make me question myself in general. I know who I am even if you don’t and if you think your doubt is going to stop me from reminding you…
She raises her right arm up and starts running her left hand along her forearm to the elbow, back and forth as if sanding up a weapon.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Then you really are still in that fog you were in before and I’m going to knock you on your ass so hard you will wish Forge was there to stop me this time!
Glaring into the camera, Bullet pats her forearm one more time.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Malparido...
Shaking her head, Bullet starts to walk away.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Don’t worry, I will teach you!
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