Intro To Blue

Blue Barrera could never imagine seeing the world through anyone else's eyes. Her thoughts, her views, her beliefs, they are all solid. To Bullet if she can have a world full of Blue's then all would be good. There wouldn't be any lost causes and everyone could prosper in peace and harmony. Though, as it is today it's nothing like that. That doesn't make the fiesty little Bullet upset. It's the fact that nobody ever seems to understand her.

Since the 9th World gym established themselves Olivia has been a constant there doing everything she can to perfect her craft. She's found a family in her campmates who are willing to go to war for her, but on the outside is where things are a bit different. Blue has come to the understanding that she's just not a people's person. She rarely shares compassion with anyone, and is just too committed in not giving a fuck. One would wonder what the hell is wrong with Bullet? Why is she always shooting her shot?

She didn't even know but she wanted to find out. So that's why she found herself on her newly purchased motorcycle that's pulling up in front of Union Grand Prix's Undefeated Heavyweight Champion Kennard Rozier's mansion. It's late, one thirty six in the morning and Blue couldn't sleep. About three months ago sleeping came easy, but now it's like trying to catch a fly. It always seems to be a lot on her mind. She's talked herself into a lot of corners, but her talents has put her on a trajectory that can only rise, and thinking about everything she's set out to accomplish is like her cryptonite to sleep.

Tonight Bullet was thinking about Union's Guerrilla Warfare. Her manager Gibrelle Olivier caught wind that Leighton Marx wasn't going to be able to show up to the Red Rocks Amphitheater and that if Bullet wanted his spot she could have it. Being Bullet she didn't second guess and said she would show up and win it in Blue form. Now with the fight just days away Bullet is questioning if she's shooting her shot too fast. Has her attitude and beliefs taken over her train of logical thinking?

Her finger stretched out punching the doorbell and immediately Pluggz's pet pit bull Mondo begins barking. Bullet rolls her eyes. This happens all the time. She already knew the champ would be upset that she just popped up this late at night. Plus the fact that Kennard is very pattern orientated. He'd be sleep by now but that wasn't the case as the door swings open. Kennard stands with a pacifier in his mouth while holding his daughter Kennay on his shoulders.

"I thought you would've been sleep by now bro." Blue was taken aback. She swore he was going to grill her.

"Been trying to get this lil lady to bed brolo. You know how it be. The hell you doing up though fam? Don't tell me you still messing with them twins from that karaoke place you be hitting up."

"Nah." she quickly rebuttals. "I just got a lot on my mind right now and I need somebody to talk to. I was hoping that person would be you man."

"Come in. Watch out for Mondo though. You know he don't like you." Kennard laughs. Blue laughs sarcastically before stepping inside the house. Her eyes don't leave Mondo whose paying her no attention.

"Everytime I come here I be amazed. I'm tryna get me a crib like this real soon. Next year my shit gonna be flames."

"You here everyday." he says while pouring some water into a baby bottle. "What's on your mind though? What you got going on?"

"Shit's crazy." she sighs. "I've been thinking about why sometimes I'm that last bat outta hell. I like being a bully. I love the person I am. I love me so much that I decided to start my pro wrestling career early."

Kennard didn't say anything momentarily. He's only a coach to Olivia. He really didn't know how to feel about that. "That's what's up. You ready to do that?"

"Of course." she says with much confidence. "I figured why wait? I don't wanna be one of those persons who sit on their talents. If I can be good in wrestling right now then why waste it right?"

Pluggz nods his head in agreement but still questions if Blue is up to the task. "You know that mean you have to be committed. You can't half ass it. Don't do it because you wanna prove to some wrestler that you can wrestle. You gotta love it too."

Bullet's first love easily would be Mixed Martial Arts. It wasn't until she met Hagen Lecktor who wrestled in PW:Neo that she actually started training for the sport even though she's always had aspirations of competing.

"Right now it's not so much about the love. It's about the fire. I wanna sell tickets and compete so much right now. It's all I can really think of. You know how much I love to fight. If I didn't love the thought of competition I wouldn't be doing this. In a couple days matter of fact."

"That Guerrilla Warfare thing?" he ask.

"Yeah. I'm in there. I'm going all out. I'm winning that shit and cementing my name in Union history. I've learned a few things from Hagen already. Add in how I want to fight and I'm gonna become a crowd favorite no doubt."

"Yo it's a lot of super dope wrestlers in that fight. That's huge for a debut Bullet. You gotta go extra hard if you wanna win. I believe in you. Ain't nothing you can't do fam." Pluggz always made sure to let everyone in his corner know he was in theirs. Out of all his students Olivia would be the hard head, but that was much like him when he began has career. He knows that there is a lot of room for growth with Blue, and as long as her head is on straight she can climb the highest of mountains.

"I came here thinking you would be mad at me for doing this. We've been putting in so much work for me to achieve the things I want out of my Mixed Martial Arts career that I didn't wanna mess up anything. I'm glad to have your support champ. It really means a lot." she runs over to Kennard and wraps him up for a hug.

"You're a prize fighter even if you may not be there right now. I wanna see you go get em. I know you can bro."

"That's all I needed to hear." And she did. If anything it meant a lot to have Kennard's approval. After all he is one of the best fighters in the world. With his confidence in her that just eases things for Blue. She can finally stop thinking so much and put her head in the game.

Or can she?




The sound of glass being broke is heard as everything comes to fruition on this chill night. The warehouse is abandoned. Easy to note due to the graffiti and damage already done to the building. More glass is being broken causing the cat as dark as midnight to scatter to the steel trash can that's lit with a fire. Through the flames a silhouette appears, twirling a bat in one hand before Bullet Barerra is easily visible.

One would wonder why she would be here at this time. It is a place where the homeless dwell. The sanctuary where junkies can come get their fix and get lost in time. Of course she didn't indulge in any of that. Instead this place felt synonymous where she felt she stood coming into Guerrilla Warfare.

"The bottom." she looked around and shook her head. "A place nobody wants to be. It's scary. To think that everyone here has a life that they're just letting go to waste. The bottom where if you're here and stuck...you may not find a way out. Nobody wants to be here, but if you are here it's because you placed yourself here."

She slowly begins walking around the warehouse not giving sight to the people in need around her. "And in any sport...here or around the world nobody wants to be on the bottom. You become a big fucking joke. Nobody takes you serious and much like these fools around me…you put yourself in a hole where you may never see the light." a slight shake of the head. "You know, before I told myself I would do this...that I would become a professional wrestler I had to really sit back and think. I thought about how wrestling could affect my Mixed Martial Arts career. How I would be putting my body on the line even more. How, just what if, what if I'm not cut out to do this?"

A million questions could run through her mind, but over these last two days that's been the main one. "No matter how many times I ask myself what is it I wanna do the answer always remains the same...kill. Kill all competition there is to compete with. I've said it countless of times. This is something that I look forward to doing, but am I rushing it? Am I trying to do too much at one time? All these thoughts, and in the end all I could think about is how much I wanna be better than everyone. I don't know what it is. Very cliche, but I'm not the person that I am because I want to be average."

Blue kicks over an old radio sitting on top of a milk crate. "In every business. Every walks of life there are people who are ok with just getting by. As long as they can provide for themselves and keep a roof over their heads their content. In combat sports everyone wants to be THAT person. Nobody wants to be average, but yet everyday, every year the ones who can't shine the brightest in a bundle of diamonds become the everyday people. The ones who settle. I'm too talented for that. I can do anything I wanna do. I don't just say that because it sounds good. I really mean it." She takes the head of the bat and puts it in the dirt dragging it along with every step she takes.

'Since I've become a professional fighter all I've done is sell tickets and make people know who I am. I already have one big solid fan club of haters and the critics would tell you that my future is fucking bright, but over on this side where things are different I'm unknown. You silly wrestlers don't know about me and honestly that's terrible." Bullet flashes a grin. "But that's not anything new. All wrestlers care about is their dull selves and who they think is a real friend….winning titles and shitting on every wrestler under them. Sounds like something I can get behind to be heard, but where Bullet differentiates from everyone...including wrestlers is that….that…" she pauses in her tracks and leans up against the wall.

"I'm not here for all that. I'm not even here to gloat about how much I can change wrestling or the frauds we see everyday. Nah, I've always set out goals. When you come from something so little it's hard not to think big. On this one day though when I was like 9 I got this little handy dandy notebook. One of those pocket ones. Every day until I wrote on all the pages I wrote a goal, but they were just goals because as a kid coming up in Panama I never dreamed of actually being here. I knew what I wanted to do….but to get here for my family it wasn't a easy thing to do." she shook her head. "Life's never been easy, and for me that's why I've never took the easy way out. That's why when I realized the gifts that Allah has blessed me with...I knew that I had to be the greatest athlete to ever walk this planet. Rip another page out of this notebook.Why settle? Why just become a MMA champion like I know I will? There is a whole other industry that I can rule. What not a better way then to do that in Union's Guerrilla Warfare I thought."

"All the wrestlers are coming out. Some of the best of the best. If you think you should mean something to the world then you wanna be here. Of course everyone is gonna be watching. They wanna see their favorite wrestler win and earn a shot at the Union Battleground championship. The most prestigious championship belt in all of wrestling if you ask me. That's why your Artemis Kaiser's….Anastasia Hayden's...Chris Madison's...are competing in this fight. They want everyone to know that in the ring they are the best there is to offer."

Olivia questions why even more wrestlers didn't draw their names in the hat. With so many wrestlers today it's only fair to her to think that a lot would shy away from competition.

"That's why I had to be here for this. If I wanna be a professional wrestler then this fight would be a ultimate test. I've seen so many wrestlers on my social talk a big game but they aren't booked for Guerrilla Warfare. Yet, here I am ready to step out there and place myself in a ring amongst elite wrestlers. No way I get it done right? No chance in hell Bullet Barrera is winning…" she flashes that grin again as she folds her arms together.

"Even though this would be my first professional wrestling match compared to my counterparts who have been doing this for years...that doesn't leave any doubt in my mind. I've never been a sissy ass bitch. Never shy away from any challenge. I've already called out anybody that matters to me in Mixed Martial Arts, and I've already guaranteed myself a slot in the Openweight tournament. That's just not enough for me. The sky has never been the limit you know…" she says. "But for a guy like Bryan Williams who has held the Union Championship...could that be his limit? Have you already maxed out Bryan? You accomplished what only Dakota has outta everybody in this fight. You should be proud of yourself, but tell me how proud are you gonna be when I creep from behind the curtains and steal the thunder from everyone? Bullet fucking Barerra, that would hurt wouldn't it? It would sting you wrestlers so bad...too think that someone who wasn't revelant to wrestling at all is all of sudden the topic of the day." her eyebrows raise as a smile comes across her face.

"You're gonna see public meltdowns from all over. The ones who are expected to win this Warfare are probably gonna be mute for a day or two...letting it sink in that you've been outsmarted by Allah's gift to you and to think that none of you will probably congratulate me." she spat in disgust. "You won't have the heart to, but im gonna laugh it up, im gonna have one helluva party now that I'm one step closer at doing you know what...ripping another page from the notebook." As Bullet is about to continue her way around the warehouse she spots a rodent in her aim. She lifts her bat up ready to splat it's head across the walls but instead she steps on it's tail before letting it go.

"Some might say I'm overconfident. Blue just runs her trap because she has a mouth. She's not really about what she says. I've already heard a lot. It would seem that I'm mad at the world. I go to sleep wake up and the devil is just reborn. That's not how life works. We're all human beings, we just stand for different things. Can you tell me what you stand for Mr. Traeger?" another question that has been on her mind. "Huh?" she holds her free hand over her ear. "I can't hear you over here. I question how much you actually care about having a chance to become the voice of Union Battleground. You're content on becoming a America's House Husband and that's ok, but this fight isn't for you. It isn't anybody's to win but mines. You couldn't capture any better moment to kick off this fall. If I really wanna be known. Up my value even more then I have to win this. Sign a contract on the dotted line and let the rest be history in the making."

"Guerrilla Warfare isn't just about finding the quickest way to glory. For me that's what it would seem like. I haven't been put through the grind of wrestling. I haven't felt the highs and lows. Never ever stepped foot inside the ring. Whose to say that I don't have the skills though? You all?" she laughs, dramatically holding her stomach as that's the funniest thing she heard all week. "You haven't seen what I can do in a ring. If I've always said that I would do this then what would make you think that I wouldn't at least train….study...for moments like this. My manager found the perfect opportunity to make my wrestling debut. I thank her, and when this is all said and done the viewers will thank me." clapping her hands she gets the homeless to clap a long with her.

"Because they'll finally have that voice that never fades in the background. I swear, I'm not a idol for my looks. I represent the true and loyal. In this buisness you all are snakes. Leaches who latch onto anything that can bring light to their dim talents. I've shined since day one. My voice has always stood for something. I have no choice but to show and stand up in this battle royal. I can't say the same for Kaelin Laughlin." the look on her face said everything. Just the thought of saying that name stirred the wrong emotion in Bullet.

"Not only do I think you're not capable of being the Union champion. Sometimes I just wish you shut the fuck up and stop making yourself look Hella stupid. Dumb goof." she rolls her eyes. "I hope you're standing there in the ring with me. When I look you in your eye just know that it's a wrap. There's no escaping. I'm putting you down. You know I've had a bullet with your name on it for a while now…" she blows a kiss. "As a complete unknown coming into this fight it makes for an advantage. You can't plan what you wanna do against me. Imma complete ghost to you all while I've had the luxury of seeing some of you work. Everybody seems to love Artemis Kaiser. Even trains down at Real Killas. Bullet enemy number one, I've never seen you in a cage but what does it matter. I'm stepping into your territory now. I wanna see what the hype is about...but not as much as I wanna see wrestling's beloved Anastasia Hayden."

"I'm willing to bet that you're the pick to win it all, and I'm willing to bet that in your mind there is no doubt that you should leave with that title shot. You probably have the most pressure out of everyone in this fight, and it's going to be one sad day for you when everything crumbles by way of a bullet." she shoots the finger guns. "I know how seasoned of a wrestler you are, but there will be that one moment where you're not watching, where you slip, and the biggest threat in this whole fucking thing puts you down. Bang bang baby." she acts as if she's about to shoot the finger guns again but instead she holds up her middle fingers.

"Because I am the biggest threat. I can guarantee you that. I'm walking into this with my head held high. I'm not planning on leaving with just a participation trophy. That's for the scrubs who are coming into this fight looking for exposure. What's exposure to me when my strap always stays in somebody's mouth. I'm the closest thing to amazing and that ruffles a lot of feathers. Well guess what I'm here to put all of you wrestlers down and show you that you're no better than anyone because you can hit a goddamn flip off the top rope…" sucking her teeth Olivia takes the bat and tosses it into a pile of garbage.

"I swear you guys have turned wrestling into a sideshow but yet you all act as if you should be entitled to respect. You wanna know why I don't respect you guys, because you guys don't even respect the craft. It's a get famous as quick as I can buisness. You all want the name and the fame. That's what people think about me, and sometimes that actually kinda hurts." she acts as if she could get a tear to drop on que. "They just don't see that I'm motivated. The most motivated person you could know. If I'm not being me then I should be struck down right now. That's not gonna happen though because as long as I'm alive and breathing the fight in me will never rest."

She makes her way out of the warehouse into the drizzling rain. Upon her arrival the scavengers around flutter as if they're witnessing Satan in the flesh. Always fond of motorcycles you could always catch Blue lighting up some of the roads of Kansas City. Here's was parked as she throws the hood of her raincoat over her head. Getting on and cranking up Blue musters up a gust of spit, spitting it out before using her arm to wipe her mouth. She grins before uttering 'That's a wrap. Blue's coming to Union.' and driving off.