Post by Isabel Rios on Dec 7, 2020 22:05:38 GMT -5
The shot picks back up on Isabel, dressed in a black low cut, backless mini dress and black stiletto heels, walking into a bar, offering her coat to the girl running the coat check. Next to her is a petite blonde in a red dress who checks her coat as well. Isabel lets out a low whistle as she checks out the bar.
“Fancy office party. You said open bar, right Becks?”
The two women share a grin.
“Open bar. Just please, if you’re gonna be scandalous tonight, do it in a way that makes me look good?”
“Me, scandalous? At worst I’ll drink too much and start grinding your boss on the dance floor.”
“Well… at least Maggie might count that in my favour on annual reviews come February. Alright, let me introduce you around.”
We cut to a quick montage, Becky introducing Isabel to various men in suits and women in dresses, ages ranging from mid-twenties to mid-fifties generally, most people with drinks in hand. There’s dancing, laughing, celebrating, and of course drinking. The montage ends with Isabel and Becky at the bar, Becky looking around and rolling her eyes with a sigh.
“Oh god, it’s Gary. Just… he’s the worst.”
A gentleman in his mid-forties, built like he’d been athletic about twenty years ago, clearly drunk, stops in front of the two women.
“You’re supposed to be the wrestler, right? You don’t look so impressive.”
Isabel makes a show of looking him up and down.
“Trust me, neither do you.”
He sneers down at the two women, Isabel smirking back up at him.
“I bet I could take you.”
“Gary, she’s not wrestling you. You’re drunk, go away.”
“No, hold on Becky. Tell you what Gary, you and me, arm wrestling. I beat you, you go home.”
“And if I win?”
He leers down at Isabel hopefully, getting matching looks of disgust from the two women in return.
“Ew. I wouldn’t fuck you if you came diamonds, Gary.”
“My parking spot then, all winter. You beat Isabel, you get to park fifty feet from the office’s front door til April.”
“Deal!”
We cut a moment later to a crowd of people surrounding the bar, Isabel on one side of, Gary on the other, hands clenched. Someone calls for them to begin, Gary immediately starting to strain and push against Isabel. She, meanwhile, makes no overt move to start pushing against his arm, instead just tightening her grip, squeezing harder and harder until it's obvious the older man is in pain. Slowly she begins to push down, cranking her wrist for leverage as she hauls his arm down, smirking as her eyes stay on his as she eases his wrist down to the bar top. She holds him there a moment before releasing him, stepping back from the bar as a cheer goes up from the crowd.
“Get the fuck outta here, Gary.”
As the older man slinks away, she turns to look to a grinning Becky who is shaking her head at her.
“Too scandalous?”
“Acceptably scandalous. Everyone hates Gary!”
A cheer goes up from the people around them, Isabel accepting a few pats on the back with a smile and another drink.
The shot cuts ahead to Isabel and Becky, coats on, laughing as they step outside into the cold December air.
“So… you ready for your big match coming up, this championship crown thing?”
“Crowning of a Champion II, thank you! And yeah, I'm ready. Definitely going to be more of a challenge than Gary was.”
Both women dissolve into giggles for a moment, the booze clearly having them happy.
“But yeah, I got this. I can hang with anyone in the world when it comes down to it. I’m gonna roll in there and show ‘em all what I can do, put every single woman on the roster on notice. I’m in NPW to beat everyone they put in front of me ‘til I get a chance at a belt, then I’ll beat everyone they put in front of me to keep that belt.”
“But first… pizza?”
Isabel’s eyes go wide and she grins down at Becky.
“Fuck yeah, pizza! Let’s go!”
The shot fades out as the two women wander down the sidewalk, arm in arm, laughing and chatting as they go.
“Fancy office party. You said open bar, right Becks?”
The two women share a grin.
“Open bar. Just please, if you’re gonna be scandalous tonight, do it in a way that makes me look good?”
“Me, scandalous? At worst I’ll drink too much and start grinding your boss on the dance floor.”
“Well… at least Maggie might count that in my favour on annual reviews come February. Alright, let me introduce you around.”
We cut to a quick montage, Becky introducing Isabel to various men in suits and women in dresses, ages ranging from mid-twenties to mid-fifties generally, most people with drinks in hand. There’s dancing, laughing, celebrating, and of course drinking. The montage ends with Isabel and Becky at the bar, Becky looking around and rolling her eyes with a sigh.
“Oh god, it’s Gary. Just… he’s the worst.”
A gentleman in his mid-forties, built like he’d been athletic about twenty years ago, clearly drunk, stops in front of the two women.
“You’re supposed to be the wrestler, right? You don’t look so impressive.”
Isabel makes a show of looking him up and down.
“Trust me, neither do you.”
He sneers down at the two women, Isabel smirking back up at him.
“I bet I could take you.”
“Gary, she’s not wrestling you. You’re drunk, go away.”
“No, hold on Becky. Tell you what Gary, you and me, arm wrestling. I beat you, you go home.”
“And if I win?”
He leers down at Isabel hopefully, getting matching looks of disgust from the two women in return.
“Ew. I wouldn’t fuck you if you came diamonds, Gary.”
“My parking spot then, all winter. You beat Isabel, you get to park fifty feet from the office’s front door til April.”
“Deal!”
We cut a moment later to a crowd of people surrounding the bar, Isabel on one side of, Gary on the other, hands clenched. Someone calls for them to begin, Gary immediately starting to strain and push against Isabel. She, meanwhile, makes no overt move to start pushing against his arm, instead just tightening her grip, squeezing harder and harder until it's obvious the older man is in pain. Slowly she begins to push down, cranking her wrist for leverage as she hauls his arm down, smirking as her eyes stay on his as she eases his wrist down to the bar top. She holds him there a moment before releasing him, stepping back from the bar as a cheer goes up from the crowd.
“Get the fuck outta here, Gary.”
As the older man slinks away, she turns to look to a grinning Becky who is shaking her head at her.
“Too scandalous?”
“Acceptably scandalous. Everyone hates Gary!”
A cheer goes up from the people around them, Isabel accepting a few pats on the back with a smile and another drink.
The shot cuts ahead to Isabel and Becky, coats on, laughing as they step outside into the cold December air.
“So… you ready for your big match coming up, this championship crown thing?”
“Crowning of a Champion II, thank you! And yeah, I'm ready. Definitely going to be more of a challenge than Gary was.”
Both women dissolve into giggles for a moment, the booze clearly having them happy.
“But yeah, I got this. I can hang with anyone in the world when it comes down to it. I’m gonna roll in there and show ‘em all what I can do, put every single woman on the roster on notice. I’m in NPW to beat everyone they put in front of me ‘til I get a chance at a belt, then I’ll beat everyone they put in front of me to keep that belt.”
“But first… pizza?”
Isabel’s eyes go wide and she grins down at Becky.
“Fuck yeah, pizza! Let’s go!”
The shot fades out as the two women wander down the sidewalk, arm in arm, laughing and chatting as they go.
