Notes

It was late at night, when the poisonous virago of WILDs Wrestling was resting inside of her bed, trying to get some sleep, prior to the commencement of a brand new day. Her head almost subsided into the pillow full of feathers, as a sign that she was having quite the pleasant dream. However, if you could look inside of her brain, you would certainly see that looks can be decieving, since her dream was quite interesting. She was reminded of this man that her mother used to read her about; his name being Wyatt Earp. She remembered the fact that he was a well-known gambler, and an image of the man alongside his friend, and actual partner in crime, Doc Holliday. Even since she was a kid, it seemed surreal to Hendrix that a master of the shotgun, would become a deputy sheriff. Conscious about her dream, Taeler soon wondered what it meant, as her dreams were usually a prediction of what is supposed to happen the day afterwards, or the near future. However, this dream rang no bells at all. Her eyes were closed again, and her dream soon resumed. She imagined herself driving in a 55' edition of the Mercedes Benz classic, as her eyes focused on the entrance of the city named Purgatory. Legend said that it was the town in which Earp came to have his drinks. Her dream was soon interrupted by the sound of the doorbell, but when she got out of the bed, in order to look at the person standing on the porch, she saw nothing and nobody, except a small little box, which she picked up, and placed on the kitchen table. She picked up a knife, and opened it nicely, just due to the fact that she had no clue what it contained. What she found in there truly shocked her, and she had no clue what it was, or how to react; it was a shotgun, but not just a regular one, since it had the initials "W.E." imprinted on it. After she analyzed every single inch of the gun, her attention went to the note placed inside of the box. "Doc Holliday here. I'm guessin' you know who I am, so you're probably wondering how in the hell I'm still alive. I'm not. And neither is Wyatt. But ya' know what they say; a true gambler's legacy will always remain alive. I know who you are, Taeler Hendrix. So take that gun I gave you out of the kindness of my non-beating heart, and get to Purgatory, 'cause Wyatt may be dead, but the people that he killed, might, or might have not found a way out of hell. You see, that shotgun has the power to send people back into hell, and it can only be used by the heir. Presumably, that makes ya' the heir, and I ain't talking crap. Come, see for yourself. Now, I wanted to send you an one-way ticket to the town, but I sent this about 50 years before you're readin' it right now, so assuming that you have money, get your ass here, 'cause the people need ya'. Congratulations, you're the heir." Taeler was extremely confused, so she got out of the house, and headed into her backyard. "I wonder what this bad bitch can do, heh." She left a small chuckle escape her mouth, as she held the barrel directed towards the wine bottle placed somewhere on the ground. She tried shooting at it, but the bullet went in a completely different direction. "This shit doesn't even shoot straight. Maybe it only works properly if you use it on dead supernatural beings. Spooky." Laughing at the idea, she didn't even stop to think that it was true. She took the decision to head back inside of the house, and check her schedule for her next few days. Apparently, she had no professional wrestling matches or interviews scheduled, so she bought an one-way ticket to Purgatory, not knowing how long this entire thing would last. It seemed crazy and unbelievable, but she was under the possession of Wyatt's shotgun, which meant that visiting the city which she had been reading about would finally be a possibility. She packed a few clothes, and in only a few hours, Hendrix took a seat inside of a bus, as she talked to a woman with blonde hair, which was sitting right beside her, about whatever nonsense popped into their heads. Only about 2 kilometers away from Purgatory, the blondie asked if the bus could stop, so that she could pee, despite the fact that it was dark outside. Taeler, of course, told her not to, but the woman whose name was Wynonna, chose to be stubborn. It was alright, since she knew nothing about dead people walking at night, attempting to murder people. 5 minutes later, the woman still hadn't returned, and Hendrix was, obviously, screaming at the driver, to go and see what was going on. The driver chose to be stubborn, as well. Guess somebody hadn't been read supernatural stories when he was little, so Taeler told them to wait for her, since she would go and see why a bathroom could take so long. As long as she wasn't watching Sasha Banks match, she couldn't understand why she took so long to return. As soon as she got out of the bus, the driver just drove away, ignoring the fact that there was a slight possibility that the two women were hunted by supernatural beings. "Yeah, thanks a lot." She rolled up her eyes, and started roaming through the woods. All that she could see was a few trees, some bushes, and Wynonna's head. What? Was that abnormal for anyone? Taeler pulled out her gun, and looked back and forth, looking to find the person who had done that. Once the invisible specie made his presence known, the shotgun decided to work, as she shot the poor dead person in the head. "Guess you just got Earped." She smirked, even though there was nothing to smirk about, and placed Wynonna's head into a bag. Since the bus had left, she had to walk, all the way towards Purgatory, by foot. As soon as Taeler walked across the city indicator, which declared that it was the entrance of the town, Hendrix kept talking to Wynonna. "Welcome to Purgatory, Wy. Apparently there's a reason why this is the town's name." She was headed to the police station, where she was welcomed by Sheriff Nedley, who was quite surprised to see a young woman like Taeler burst into the police station at such an early time. "What time is it? Also, I'm here to report a murder." Nedley just looked at the red-headed female with wide eyes, and then his shocked expression died off a tiny bit. "You might want to get into the murder first. And it's 4:35, in the morning." Taeler nodded. "Alright, so this is the victim." Hendrix pulled out her head out of the bag, and placed it on the Sheriff's desk. "I don't know how in the hell she was murdered, but I found this head in the woods, so I figured that you could ID it." Nedley nodded his head. "Any other information that would help?" Taeler raised up her shoulders, but then remembered. "She told me her name was Wynonna." Nedley once again didn't seem surprised and just wrote everything down. "A missing person's report has been filed." Taeler tried her best to hold in her laughter. "I don't know how things work here in Purgatory, but she ain't missing, she's right here." Taeler pointed towards Wynonna's head. "Goodbye, Miss Hendrix. It's early." Not knowing how on earth the sheriff would know her name, she had to ask. "How do you know who I am?" Nedley just shook his head. "Agent Dolls of the Black Badge division said you might show up. First door on the left corridor." Confused for about the thousand time in that day, she travelled to his office. She knocked on his door twice, before entering. "Welcome to the Black Badge division, where you do whatever the hell I say, however the hell I say. Sometimes, you get donuts." The man had a fake smile imprinted on his face, as he showed her a donut. With wide eyes, she closed the door, and looked to exit the building. Of course, the agent followed her, leading her, indirectly, to his car. "I don't care how tired you are. Demons never sleep. You ready to go on your first mission?" Taeler shook her head, but ended up being dragged inside the vehicle anyway. "I don't know about Purgatory, but where I come from, we call this kidnapping." He just rolled up his eyes, and the two ended up at a nightclub close to where the town border was. "Here's where all of those dead people come to hang out at night. Now, I know you may not be the biggest person when it comes to respecting rules, but you've got to listen to mine. Stay in the shadows, and take each of them one by one. They have red eyes, and now.." He stopped for a second, handing Taeler a pair of contact lenses the shade of red. "You do too. Try to steal as least attention as possible. Got it?" Taeler nodded, and entered the club, with the shotgun hid in her pocket. As soon as she entered it, she raised it up, and screamed. "Crazy chick with a gun!" That was the moment when she started shooting people in the head, and killed a bunch of people that were already dead anyway. She was even surprised when she saw Dolls being shocked after she exited the club in less than 5 minutes. "They're all dead. Now take me to a nice bar, kidnapper." Dolls got back into his car, just to argue with Taeler. "What part of capture as little attention as possible did you not understa-?" Hendrix cut him off. "Let me stop you right there. I'm the bitch with the old ass gun, and you will respect my command. Now shut up." Finally arriving at the motel, she was given a room, and was finally able to pick up the camera from her bag. "So, quite the day, WILDs universe, huh? I expected so. You have it all on camera, and the next time I see you, I might actually know what the hell I'm doing. I'm sorry, but did any of you expect that I'd be a regular member of the roster? Tough luck. Good night, from the crazy chick with the gun."