Post by Alex "Bullet" Carbajal on Apr 19, 2019 18:12:17 GMT -7
Off-Camera
Tuesday, March 2, 2019
The Clinic of Saints Cosmas and Damian
New Orleans, Louisiana
12:41 PM CDT
Siting barely a block and half from the Shieldmaidens and Chrome Dragons’ HQ compound, the Clinic of Saints Cosmas and Damian was the place the poor and indigent of the area came to for medical care because the bills would always be taken care of no matter the patient’s financial status. The place had been a revolving door for nurses and doctors as many saw working in this clinic as almost punishment for having angered someone in the hospital system. Still others saw it as a gateway to get their feet wet before moving on to their own private practice. Through it all, there had been one constant, the founded, director and head doctor, the woman known as “La Gata Negra.”
She had been here since the start and had made sure the place continued to work for the same kinds of underserved people regardless of what others who came on after she did thought should happen with the place.
The steady stream of criminals, addicts and other undesirables alongside the poor, very young, very old, and immigrants both legal and illegal had meant no matter how well stocked the clinic was, there would always be a need for new staffing because even the ones who did not leave for greener pastures elsewhere tended to become disillusioned or were scared off by outside forces be it gangs, police officers or just the idea of having bikers as patients.
Today, La Gata Negra was tending to one of her usual roles, that was the doctor seeing to two regular patients, Alex “Bullet” Carbajal and Jackie “Bandit” Layton of the Shieldmaidens MC. La Gata Negra had become the go to medical person for both the Shieldmaidens and the Chrome Dragons because of her ability, her proximity to their clubhouses and her discretion when it came to things like police and reporting certain types of wounds. Both clubs knew they could count on La Gata Negra to simply treat what was in front of her without asking questions. Luckily for her, today’s exams were for more recreational purposes than usual. Following their ladder match at Stranglemania, Bullet and Bandit had both found themselves here being checked out o make sure they were not concussed or otherwise seriously injured and while they were both bumped and bruised, La Gata Negra had found them to be in otherwise wonderful health.
She’d also told them to come back today to make sure before she cleared them for their Friday Night Rampage debut matches. She wasn’t taking any chances that she was sending them into battle injured.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Are you sure this isn’t a gross miscarriage of justice?
Bandit smirks, loving the look on her Vice President’s face. The two had been sitting here for fifteen minutes now, waiting on test results to tell them they were both fine. As bandit asks the question, Bullet just stares at the blonde woman in seeming stunned disbelief.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Cómo?
Bandit kicks her feet as they sit next to each other on the examination table, looking almost as if they wanted to compare their jeans and respective footwear. Bullet had chosen a pair of white high top Nikes while Bandit was wearing a pair of black leather boots that looked like they belonged more with an evening gown ensemble than her jeans and Shieldmaidens kutte.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I mean, isn’t this kind of a conflict of interest?
She nods to the examination room and smirks knowingly. For a small clinic, this was remarkably well-stocked. The equipment was all on a par with what would be found in the best private hospitals around the country. It was telling that as much as the former employees here ahd turned over, none had ever complained about having to make due with shoddy equipment or low supplies.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Why you trying to fuck with me, Jack? You know I’m nervous as it is whenever we have to come here…
Bandit shrugs playfully, the smirk on her face remaining exactly as it was before the retorting question had been posited.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Do you want us to call Angel? Maybe you need... Mama?
Bullet shoots her girlfriend a dirty look. This had become a popular joke with Bandit ever since Detective Marchand had made a crack about their third lover, Angelique “Angel” LeRoux, being over a decade older than they were. Bandit thought it was funny, Bullet thought it was stupid and annoying and Angel did not seem to care one way or the other. Bandit giggles and Bullet shakes her head in disgusted yet nervous annoyance.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Hijueputa!
As she crosses her arms and shakes her head, Bullet glances down and away from the now laughing Bandit.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Aw, come on, don’t be like that, Alé. You know I love you, I’m just trying to help with the mood!
Before Bullet can answer, another voice comes from the doorway.
La Gata Negra: Mis chinos siempre se comportan mal…
La Gata Negra walks in shaking her head disapprovingly as she stares at a clipboard. Bullet and Bandit both look up, Bullet looking guilty and ashamed while Bandit simply shrugs.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: So, how are we doing?
Bullet lifts her head up, looking intently, hopefully at the doctor while Bandit looks on expectantly. La Gata Negra
La Gata Negra: While I cannot say I approve of your everyday activities, Miss Layton, I also cannot stop you from engaging in them. You are both in excellent physical health and are cleared for any activity you deem worthy of your time including wrestling on Friday night in New Jersey.
Bullet nods slowly while Bandit smirks.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Told you!
Trying not to laugh, Bullet just shakes her head, muttering under her breath.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Jueputa…
The doctor finally cracks a smile.
La Gata Negra: ¿Quíubo caremonda?
Bandit laughs and Bullet joins her on this one.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Piroba!
Frowning in partial confusion, Bandit cocks her head.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Was that directed at me or Gata?
La Gata Negra nods knowingly.
La Gata Negra: Me…
As Bandit nods, the three women hear the front door to the clinic open. Foot falls alert them to another person’s presence and all three turn to look through the doorway into the hallway outside the examination room. The foot falls come closer and closer until, finally, after what seems like an unbearably long time, a familiar man in a dark suit walks through the door into the examination room. As every time he had been seen before, he flashes his badge for all of them to clearly see it. With his slicked back hair, pressed suit and polished shoes, Detective Joseph Marchand still looked more like a businessman or a somebody who should be prowling a basketball sideline than a supposed federal agent hunting down individuals to be brought forward for justice.
Detective Joseph Marchand: Quite the well-equipped establishment for a small-time clinic. I wonder…
He nods to himself and then produces his now equally infamous small black notebook.
Detective Joseph Marchand: Hmmm, interesting.
A small, knowing and cruel smirk comes to his face, almost curling his lip.
Detective Joseph Marchand: Doctor… Catalina Felicia Carbajal de González, also known as La Gata Negra, also known as Gata, D.O.B. July fourteen, eighty-six, Place of birth, Medellín, Colombia, born to Flora and Francisco. Immigrated to U.S. ninety-seven, to live with Vicente Carbajal, uncle, New Orleans, Louisiana. Graduated Benjamin Franklin High School at sixteen. Graduated Tulane University at nineteen. Graduated medical school Tulane University at twenty-three…
He trails off, reading the rest of his notes on her silently.
Detective Joseph Marchand: You started this clinic rather than a regular private practice right out of your residency...
Nodding slowly he looks up and then glances to Bullet and Bandit.
Detective Joseph Marchand: Then again, with friends and family such as those present here, perhaps money was not a problem for you?
He nods and returns to his notes.
Detective Joseph Marchand: Siblings, Francisco Ramon Carbajal de González, also known as Cisco, current residence, Louisiana State Penitentiary.
Looking up, the smirk increases in its cruelty.
Detective Joseph Marchand: Five years in Angola, you must be so proud of your hermano…
Both Bullet and La Gata Negra shoot the man a hateful glare of righteous indignation. Marchand simply grins back knowingly.
Detective Joseph Marchand: Other siblings, aw, Alejandra Mariana Carbajal de González also known as Alex, also known as Bullet…
He looks up and smiles almost grotesquely at Bullet.
Detective Joseph Marchand: We’re acquainted, are we not, Bullet?
As Bullet glares at him, Marchand returns to his notes, seemingly enjoying this far more than a man in his position should be.
Detective Joseph Marchand: Gabriella Carolina Carbajal de González, also known as Gabby.
Looking back up, he cannot help but smile genuinely, a sense of wonder and amusement filtering into his expression.
Detective Joseph Marchand: So there is one that has not yet been corrupted, interesting. Perhaps I should have a discussion with this one.
Bullet grits her teeth in outrage.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Malparido…
La Gata Negra raises a hand to slow her sister down.
La Gata Negra: Is there business you wish to discuss, sir?
Marchand nods and hands her a piece of paper.
Detective Joseph Marchand: Enjoy the rest of your day, Doctor.
He turns and leaves as La Gata Negra, Bullet and Bandit watch him go. They wait until they hear the door close and then Bandit hops up, following out after him.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Making sure he actually left...
Bullet nods approvingly while La Gata Negra checks the paper she’s been handed. A second later, she hands it to Bullet, who peruses the document. Bandit returns and Bullet almost throws the paper.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Hijueputa! ¡Malparido caremonda!
Bandit stares in shock at the sheer amount of rage in her girlfriend’s eyes. As she turns to ask the doctor, she receives an equally angry retort.
La Gata Negra: ¡El es una gonorrea de persona!
As Bandit blinks in confusion, Bullet nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: RJ is going to want to go to war now. He just threatened to come after the clinic because we help pay to keep it up.
Bandit frowns, her confusion still evident.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: We as in…
Bullet nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: RJ and Essie helped set this up. The Maidens have been making sure this was place was well-equipped from the start.
The mention of Essentia Carbajal, their cousin who was currently a full patch member of the Mount Diablo charter of the MC in California, got Bandit’s attention to the full gravity of the situation.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Just us?
Bullet shakes her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: The Dragons too. It’s always made through personal donations or actual fundraisers or like they wanted to do for Alix before you stepped in with her bakery.
Bandit nods, comprehension dawning.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: He thinks he can call this money laundering…
Bullet nods slowly before handing the document back to La Gata Negra.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Lo siento, Gata. No quise darle papaya.
La Gata Negra shrugs.
La Gata Negra: Los Tombos son gonorrea. Estamos chimba. ¡No te voy a sacar de mi llavero!
Bullet smiles and hugs her sister.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Gracias, Hermana!
La Gata Negra hugs her back lovingly.
La Gata Negra: ¡Te amo, Pequeña!
The two sisters separate, Bullet making sure she and Bandit are ready to take their leave.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We will see to this, Gata.
La Gata Negra nods as the two Shieldmaidens make their way to the front door and eit to the bikes.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Is this as bad as it sounds?
Bullet nods slowly, trying not to overstate the situation but also to not undersell it either.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: After the last two weeks, RJ will want his head on a platter, possibly on a pike. Ghost will likely agree with her and Forge…
Trailing off, she nods slowly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Salazar and Marcos are not likely to disagree with them and once we have the Maidens, the Dragons, the Cartel and the Russians all in agreement, it will not take much to put things in motion.
Bandit frowns.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You don’t sound like you agree with this, like, at all.
Bullet sighs heavily.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I am afraid that speed will take precedence over accuracy and in our haste, mistakes will be made. We cannot just charge into things. Marchand does play by proper rules, he would have slipped up somewhere. There must be a way to stop others from following his example after he is removed but if we do not take the time to find that before we make a move on him, we make things much worse for everyone we know.
Nodding slowly, Bandit considers everything.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: So, what do we do now?
Bullet nods to their bikes and climbs aboard hers.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Now? We call home and then we prepare for the coming storm.
Bandit nods and Bullet pulls her phone from her pocket.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: RJ? Code Red, we need to go to mass.
On-Camera
Wednesday, March 3, 2019
Shieldmaidens Warehouse Gym
New Orleans, Louisiana
6:41 PM CDT
The camera opens upon Alex “Bullet” Carbajal standing near the wall by the door under a black banner with the white lettering of the Shieldmaidens’ logo on it. Wearing black boxing trunks, a black sports bra, black wrestling boots, she reaches back and lets her hair fall out of the ponytail it had previously been tried up in.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: If Stranglemania taught me anything, it’s that the work never stops. There we were, Jack and I, having only teamed up a few times before, second ladder match I’ve ever been in while she had never been in one and we walk into the biggest show this company has, no matter what Scorpio says about it, and faced off with legends and strong teams and showed the world that we are not just to be pushed aside!
Glancing down at her still-taped hands, Bullet rubs against the end of the tape to try and squeeze it down into place and keep it from trying to rip off.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: People want to look down on us for how we’ve started here but how many can say they had an entire brand’s attention before they’d ever set one foot in the ring of said brand?
She looks up, nodding, her eyes wide in anticipation of the flood of responses that are sure to come to this query.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: How many groups can say they had two members make their debut not on a regular show, not on some random episode, but in a ladder match at Stranglemania?
She points emphatically at the ground.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: How many can say they walked into a match where they were expected to prove they were cowards unworthy of much of anything, took everything three big time teams could dish out, gave it back and in the end, were within an eyelash of winning the whole thing?
She nods, pounding herself in the chest with the same hand that just pointed to the ground.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Jack and I can both say that and I can say to anyone that steps in the ring with me, I will continue to give it all back to you as long as I draw breath in this world!
Glancing back to the tape on that hand, she starts to try and rub it back down again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: There were other things to learn, which, admittedly, is something for both Jack and I to also admit we can do because we are still rookies whether we like to admit it or not.
Shrugging, she continues to play with the tape, trying to get it to lay flat against her hand.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I will admit right off, I do not understand half of you “Rampagers.”
She looks up and nods before shrugging in acknowledgement.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: First, Scorpio purposefully undercuts his own match’s importance in public at every chance he got and now Hope Diamond seemingly cannot decide if she wants to be respectful or a raging carechimba, so she sort of both at once?
Her eyes narrow in partial confusion.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And every person who has spoken to us, has brought up that first thing done that first night to both call us out but also call us cowardy for it and again I will ask…
Her head cocks slightly to the right, begging the question even as her voice barely rises for the question.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: If it so angered all of you? If it was such an insult to all of you, where were you great lot of hypocrites when we did it?
She steps forward, glances back at the door and waves her arms in every direction around her.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I’m standing here in our gym and it is currently just as empty as that ringside area was when it concerns the Rampage locker room that seemingly hated what we did. That same locker room that thinks we’re all cowards that cannot really fight and only playact at being tough girls. So if we are such fake barbie dolls, where were all of you to stop us?
She nods and walks over to a banner hung over a plastic chair that has the green Rampage logo on it.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Where were all of you to make us leave all of your precious symbols alone?
She glares down at the Rampage banner and shakes her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Where were you to put us in our place for having the audacity to disrespect what you had all worked so hard to build?
She steps back from the chair and looks around the room.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Just like this room and that room that night, it’s all empty talk by a bunch of hypocritical, armchair carechimbas that just like the sounds of their own voices and would be sitting in their rooms catatonic if they had nothing to complain about! Spare me the fake outrage, none of you cared one little iota for that! At least, not enough to actually get off your lazy asses and come do something! None of you had the balls to stand up for what you supposedly believe in, walk out there and even say, “Stop.” None of you were willing to come out there draw the line in the sand! Even Scorpio, who has kept track of which ones he has put down, what has he really done about it?
She nods to the camera, demanding the answer.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I mean, did he end Psycho and Bruiser in their debut match?
She shakes her head slowly, anger radiating from her eyes.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Even with help, all he managed to do was assault our manager, Banshee, and pin her sister after what would be called tactics everyone always accuses of us using despite the fact that we really do not do that!
Walking back over to the chair, she stares at the Rampage banner and shakes her head in disgust.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Now we have the Hope Diamond walking in to put me down and tell me all about how I am nothing and a whole lot of what everyone else says. I should pick on somebody my own size. I should pick on people who can fight back.
She nods, seemingly considering this criticism.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Funny, she doesn’t look big, blue and exquisitely cut, she just looks like exactly what they call us and now we see if she gets off her ass and does what everyone keeps swearing they will do, what they should have done that first night…
She pauses and shakes her head emphatically.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: No, what they would have done if any of you gave as much of a shit about it as you all claim.
She reaches out with her foot and draws a line in front of her.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You would have marched down to that ring, looked us all dead in the eyes and told us to stop. Stop right here, right now. This far, no further, the invasion is over! You would have pointed to this sign and said it does not say, “Rampage” on it, it says, “Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate!”
She looks back to the Rampage banner and nods almost to herself.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Abandon all hope, you that enter here!
She turns to the camera and points accusingly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: But you did not do that. None of you had the huevos to so much as lift a finger and now all we get is your empty rhetoric and your empty threats and then empty crowing after as if you have destroyed us because you cheated yourself of the moral high ground without much of a fight!
Stepping away from the chair, Bullet walks back under the Shieldmaidens banner and nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: So, after failing to stop us, failing to make us pay, suffer or much of anything else, somebody who names herself Hope Diamond stands up and asks the same questions others have. Well, Hope, you are bigger than me… and you fight back…
She walks off to the right and the camera loses sight of her as she seemingly disappears into darkness.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: So now, we find out what happens when the Bullet in a loaded gun gets fired at the most expensive gemstone anyone anywhere has. Talk out of both sides if that is what you need, to give yourself Hope, because I have heard it before and they have not found a way to put me down yet! No one has managed to pin or submit me anyway yet. You can be louder than me if you like, because when the Bullet gets you, by the time you hear it coming…
She pops back into the shot in an extreme close-up.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: It’s already too late.
The camera fades out.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Bang!
Tuesday, March 2, 2019
The Clinic of Saints Cosmas and Damian
New Orleans, Louisiana
12:41 PM CDT
Siting barely a block and half from the Shieldmaidens and Chrome Dragons’ HQ compound, the Clinic of Saints Cosmas and Damian was the place the poor and indigent of the area came to for medical care because the bills would always be taken care of no matter the patient’s financial status. The place had been a revolving door for nurses and doctors as many saw working in this clinic as almost punishment for having angered someone in the hospital system. Still others saw it as a gateway to get their feet wet before moving on to their own private practice. Through it all, there had been one constant, the founded, director and head doctor, the woman known as “La Gata Negra.”
She had been here since the start and had made sure the place continued to work for the same kinds of underserved people regardless of what others who came on after she did thought should happen with the place.
The steady stream of criminals, addicts and other undesirables alongside the poor, very young, very old, and immigrants both legal and illegal had meant no matter how well stocked the clinic was, there would always be a need for new staffing because even the ones who did not leave for greener pastures elsewhere tended to become disillusioned or were scared off by outside forces be it gangs, police officers or just the idea of having bikers as patients.
Today, La Gata Negra was tending to one of her usual roles, that was the doctor seeing to two regular patients, Alex “Bullet” Carbajal and Jackie “Bandit” Layton of the Shieldmaidens MC. La Gata Negra had become the go to medical person for both the Shieldmaidens and the Chrome Dragons because of her ability, her proximity to their clubhouses and her discretion when it came to things like police and reporting certain types of wounds. Both clubs knew they could count on La Gata Negra to simply treat what was in front of her without asking questions. Luckily for her, today’s exams were for more recreational purposes than usual. Following their ladder match at Stranglemania, Bullet and Bandit had both found themselves here being checked out o make sure they were not concussed or otherwise seriously injured and while they were both bumped and bruised, La Gata Negra had found them to be in otherwise wonderful health.
She’d also told them to come back today to make sure before she cleared them for their Friday Night Rampage debut matches. She wasn’t taking any chances that she was sending them into battle injured.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Are you sure this isn’t a gross miscarriage of justice?
Bandit smirks, loving the look on her Vice President’s face. The two had been sitting here for fifteen minutes now, waiting on test results to tell them they were both fine. As bandit asks the question, Bullet just stares at the blonde woman in seeming stunned disbelief.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Cómo?
Bandit kicks her feet as they sit next to each other on the examination table, looking almost as if they wanted to compare their jeans and respective footwear. Bullet had chosen a pair of white high top Nikes while Bandit was wearing a pair of black leather boots that looked like they belonged more with an evening gown ensemble than her jeans and Shieldmaidens kutte.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I mean, isn’t this kind of a conflict of interest?
She nods to the examination room and smirks knowingly. For a small clinic, this was remarkably well-stocked. The equipment was all on a par with what would be found in the best private hospitals around the country. It was telling that as much as the former employees here ahd turned over, none had ever complained about having to make due with shoddy equipment or low supplies.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Why you trying to fuck with me, Jack? You know I’m nervous as it is whenever we have to come here…
Bandit shrugs playfully, the smirk on her face remaining exactly as it was before the retorting question had been posited.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Do you want us to call Angel? Maybe you need... Mama?
Bullet shoots her girlfriend a dirty look. This had become a popular joke with Bandit ever since Detective Marchand had made a crack about their third lover, Angelique “Angel” LeRoux, being over a decade older than they were. Bandit thought it was funny, Bullet thought it was stupid and annoying and Angel did not seem to care one way or the other. Bandit giggles and Bullet shakes her head in disgusted yet nervous annoyance.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Hijueputa!
As she crosses her arms and shakes her head, Bullet glances down and away from the now laughing Bandit.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Aw, come on, don’t be like that, Alé. You know I love you, I’m just trying to help with the mood!
Before Bullet can answer, another voice comes from the doorway.
La Gata Negra: Mis chinos siempre se comportan mal…
La Gata Negra walks in shaking her head disapprovingly as she stares at a clipboard. Bullet and Bandit both look up, Bullet looking guilty and ashamed while Bandit simply shrugs.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: So, how are we doing?
Bullet lifts her head up, looking intently, hopefully at the doctor while Bandit looks on expectantly. La Gata Negra
La Gata Negra: While I cannot say I approve of your everyday activities, Miss Layton, I also cannot stop you from engaging in them. You are both in excellent physical health and are cleared for any activity you deem worthy of your time including wrestling on Friday night in New Jersey.
Bullet nods slowly while Bandit smirks.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Told you!
Trying not to laugh, Bullet just shakes her head, muttering under her breath.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Jueputa…
The doctor finally cracks a smile.
La Gata Negra: ¿Quíubo caremonda?
Bandit laughs and Bullet joins her on this one.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Piroba!
Frowning in partial confusion, Bandit cocks her head.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Was that directed at me or Gata?
La Gata Negra nods knowingly.
La Gata Negra: Me…
As Bandit nods, the three women hear the front door to the clinic open. Foot falls alert them to another person’s presence and all three turn to look through the doorway into the hallway outside the examination room. The foot falls come closer and closer until, finally, after what seems like an unbearably long time, a familiar man in a dark suit walks through the door into the examination room. As every time he had been seen before, he flashes his badge for all of them to clearly see it. With his slicked back hair, pressed suit and polished shoes, Detective Joseph Marchand still looked more like a businessman or a somebody who should be prowling a basketball sideline than a supposed federal agent hunting down individuals to be brought forward for justice.
Detective Joseph Marchand: Quite the well-equipped establishment for a small-time clinic. I wonder…
He nods to himself and then produces his now equally infamous small black notebook.
Detective Joseph Marchand: Hmmm, interesting.
A small, knowing and cruel smirk comes to his face, almost curling his lip.
Detective Joseph Marchand: Doctor… Catalina Felicia Carbajal de González, also known as La Gata Negra, also known as Gata, D.O.B. July fourteen, eighty-six, Place of birth, Medellín, Colombia, born to Flora and Francisco. Immigrated to U.S. ninety-seven, to live with Vicente Carbajal, uncle, New Orleans, Louisiana. Graduated Benjamin Franklin High School at sixteen. Graduated Tulane University at nineteen. Graduated medical school Tulane University at twenty-three…
He trails off, reading the rest of his notes on her silently.
Detective Joseph Marchand: You started this clinic rather than a regular private practice right out of your residency...
Nodding slowly he looks up and then glances to Bullet and Bandit.
Detective Joseph Marchand: Then again, with friends and family such as those present here, perhaps money was not a problem for you?
He nods and returns to his notes.
Detective Joseph Marchand: Siblings, Francisco Ramon Carbajal de González, also known as Cisco, current residence, Louisiana State Penitentiary.
Looking up, the smirk increases in its cruelty.
Detective Joseph Marchand: Five years in Angola, you must be so proud of your hermano…
Both Bullet and La Gata Negra shoot the man a hateful glare of righteous indignation. Marchand simply grins back knowingly.
Detective Joseph Marchand: Other siblings, aw, Alejandra Mariana Carbajal de González also known as Alex, also known as Bullet…
He looks up and smiles almost grotesquely at Bullet.
Detective Joseph Marchand: We’re acquainted, are we not, Bullet?
As Bullet glares at him, Marchand returns to his notes, seemingly enjoying this far more than a man in his position should be.
Detective Joseph Marchand: Gabriella Carolina Carbajal de González, also known as Gabby.
Looking back up, he cannot help but smile genuinely, a sense of wonder and amusement filtering into his expression.
Detective Joseph Marchand: So there is one that has not yet been corrupted, interesting. Perhaps I should have a discussion with this one.
Bullet grits her teeth in outrage.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Malparido…
La Gata Negra raises a hand to slow her sister down.
La Gata Negra: Is there business you wish to discuss, sir?
Marchand nods and hands her a piece of paper.
Detective Joseph Marchand: Enjoy the rest of your day, Doctor.
He turns and leaves as La Gata Negra, Bullet and Bandit watch him go. They wait until they hear the door close and then Bandit hops up, following out after him.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Making sure he actually left...
Bullet nods approvingly while La Gata Negra checks the paper she’s been handed. A second later, she hands it to Bullet, who peruses the document. Bandit returns and Bullet almost throws the paper.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Hijueputa! ¡Malparido caremonda!
Bandit stares in shock at the sheer amount of rage in her girlfriend’s eyes. As she turns to ask the doctor, she receives an equally angry retort.
La Gata Negra: ¡El es una gonorrea de persona!
As Bandit blinks in confusion, Bullet nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: RJ is going to want to go to war now. He just threatened to come after the clinic because we help pay to keep it up.
Bandit frowns, her confusion still evident.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: We as in…
Bullet nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: RJ and Essie helped set this up. The Maidens have been making sure this was place was well-equipped from the start.
The mention of Essentia Carbajal, their cousin who was currently a full patch member of the Mount Diablo charter of the MC in California, got Bandit’s attention to the full gravity of the situation.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Just us?
Bullet shakes her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: The Dragons too. It’s always made through personal donations or actual fundraisers or like they wanted to do for Alix before you stepped in with her bakery.
Bandit nods, comprehension dawning.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: He thinks he can call this money laundering…
Bullet nods slowly before handing the document back to La Gata Negra.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Lo siento, Gata. No quise darle papaya.
La Gata Negra shrugs.
La Gata Negra: Los Tombos son gonorrea. Estamos chimba. ¡No te voy a sacar de mi llavero!
Bullet smiles and hugs her sister.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Gracias, Hermana!
La Gata Negra hugs her back lovingly.
La Gata Negra: ¡Te amo, Pequeña!
The two sisters separate, Bullet making sure she and Bandit are ready to take their leave.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We will see to this, Gata.
La Gata Negra nods as the two Shieldmaidens make their way to the front door and eit to the bikes.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Is this as bad as it sounds?
Bullet nods slowly, trying not to overstate the situation but also to not undersell it either.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: After the last two weeks, RJ will want his head on a platter, possibly on a pike. Ghost will likely agree with her and Forge…
Trailing off, she nods slowly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Salazar and Marcos are not likely to disagree with them and once we have the Maidens, the Dragons, the Cartel and the Russians all in agreement, it will not take much to put things in motion.
Bandit frowns.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You don’t sound like you agree with this, like, at all.
Bullet sighs heavily.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I am afraid that speed will take precedence over accuracy and in our haste, mistakes will be made. We cannot just charge into things. Marchand does play by proper rules, he would have slipped up somewhere. There must be a way to stop others from following his example after he is removed but if we do not take the time to find that before we make a move on him, we make things much worse for everyone we know.
Nodding slowly, Bandit considers everything.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: So, what do we do now?
Bullet nods to their bikes and climbs aboard hers.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Now? We call home and then we prepare for the coming storm.
Bandit nods and Bullet pulls her phone from her pocket.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: RJ? Code Red, we need to go to mass.
On-Camera
Wednesday, March 3, 2019
Shieldmaidens Warehouse Gym
New Orleans, Louisiana
6:41 PM CDT
The camera opens upon Alex “Bullet” Carbajal standing near the wall by the door under a black banner with the white lettering of the Shieldmaidens’ logo on it. Wearing black boxing trunks, a black sports bra, black wrestling boots, she reaches back and lets her hair fall out of the ponytail it had previously been tried up in.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: If Stranglemania taught me anything, it’s that the work never stops. There we were, Jack and I, having only teamed up a few times before, second ladder match I’ve ever been in while she had never been in one and we walk into the biggest show this company has, no matter what Scorpio says about it, and faced off with legends and strong teams and showed the world that we are not just to be pushed aside!
Glancing down at her still-taped hands, Bullet rubs against the end of the tape to try and squeeze it down into place and keep it from trying to rip off.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: People want to look down on us for how we’ve started here but how many can say they had an entire brand’s attention before they’d ever set one foot in the ring of said brand?
She looks up, nodding, her eyes wide in anticipation of the flood of responses that are sure to come to this query.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: How many groups can say they had two members make their debut not on a regular show, not on some random episode, but in a ladder match at Stranglemania?
She points emphatically at the ground.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: How many can say they walked into a match where they were expected to prove they were cowards unworthy of much of anything, took everything three big time teams could dish out, gave it back and in the end, were within an eyelash of winning the whole thing?
She nods, pounding herself in the chest with the same hand that just pointed to the ground.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Jack and I can both say that and I can say to anyone that steps in the ring with me, I will continue to give it all back to you as long as I draw breath in this world!
Glancing back to the tape on that hand, she starts to try and rub it back down again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: There were other things to learn, which, admittedly, is something for both Jack and I to also admit we can do because we are still rookies whether we like to admit it or not.
Shrugging, she continues to play with the tape, trying to get it to lay flat against her hand.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I will admit right off, I do not understand half of you “Rampagers.”
She looks up and nods before shrugging in acknowledgement.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: First, Scorpio purposefully undercuts his own match’s importance in public at every chance he got and now Hope Diamond seemingly cannot decide if she wants to be respectful or a raging carechimba, so she sort of both at once?
Her eyes narrow in partial confusion.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And every person who has spoken to us, has brought up that first thing done that first night to both call us out but also call us cowardy for it and again I will ask…
Her head cocks slightly to the right, begging the question even as her voice barely rises for the question.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: If it so angered all of you? If it was such an insult to all of you, where were you great lot of hypocrites when we did it?
She steps forward, glances back at the door and waves her arms in every direction around her.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I’m standing here in our gym and it is currently just as empty as that ringside area was when it concerns the Rampage locker room that seemingly hated what we did. That same locker room that thinks we’re all cowards that cannot really fight and only playact at being tough girls. So if we are such fake barbie dolls, where were all of you to stop us?
She nods and walks over to a banner hung over a plastic chair that has the green Rampage logo on it.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Where were all of you to make us leave all of your precious symbols alone?
She glares down at the Rampage banner and shakes her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Where were you to put us in our place for having the audacity to disrespect what you had all worked so hard to build?
She steps back from the chair and looks around the room.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Just like this room and that room that night, it’s all empty talk by a bunch of hypocritical, armchair carechimbas that just like the sounds of their own voices and would be sitting in their rooms catatonic if they had nothing to complain about! Spare me the fake outrage, none of you cared one little iota for that! At least, not enough to actually get off your lazy asses and come do something! None of you had the balls to stand up for what you supposedly believe in, walk out there and even say, “Stop.” None of you were willing to come out there draw the line in the sand! Even Scorpio, who has kept track of which ones he has put down, what has he really done about it?
She nods to the camera, demanding the answer.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I mean, did he end Psycho and Bruiser in their debut match?
She shakes her head slowly, anger radiating from her eyes.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Even with help, all he managed to do was assault our manager, Banshee, and pin her sister after what would be called tactics everyone always accuses of us using despite the fact that we really do not do that!
Walking back over to the chair, she stares at the Rampage banner and shakes her head in disgust.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Now we have the Hope Diamond walking in to put me down and tell me all about how I am nothing and a whole lot of what everyone else says. I should pick on somebody my own size. I should pick on people who can fight back.
She nods, seemingly considering this criticism.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Funny, she doesn’t look big, blue and exquisitely cut, she just looks like exactly what they call us and now we see if she gets off her ass and does what everyone keeps swearing they will do, what they should have done that first night…
She pauses and shakes her head emphatically.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: No, what they would have done if any of you gave as much of a shit about it as you all claim.
She reaches out with her foot and draws a line in front of her.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You would have marched down to that ring, looked us all dead in the eyes and told us to stop. Stop right here, right now. This far, no further, the invasion is over! You would have pointed to this sign and said it does not say, “Rampage” on it, it says, “Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate!”
She looks back to the Rampage banner and nods almost to herself.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Abandon all hope, you that enter here!
She turns to the camera and points accusingly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: But you did not do that. None of you had the huevos to so much as lift a finger and now all we get is your empty rhetoric and your empty threats and then empty crowing after as if you have destroyed us because you cheated yourself of the moral high ground without much of a fight!
Stepping away from the chair, Bullet walks back under the Shieldmaidens banner and nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: So, after failing to stop us, failing to make us pay, suffer or much of anything else, somebody who names herself Hope Diamond stands up and asks the same questions others have. Well, Hope, you are bigger than me… and you fight back…
She walks off to the right and the camera loses sight of her as she seemingly disappears into darkness.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: So now, we find out what happens when the Bullet in a loaded gun gets fired at the most expensive gemstone anyone anywhere has. Talk out of both sides if that is what you need, to give yourself Hope, because I have heard it before and they have not found a way to put me down yet! No one has managed to pin or submit me anyway yet. You can be louder than me if you like, because when the Bullet gets you, by the time you hear it coming…
She pops back into the shot in an extreme close-up.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: It’s already too late.
The camera fades out.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Bang!
