Post by Isabel Rios on Apr 5, 2021 11:08:44 GMT -5
“So, how are you gonna handle this?”
“I’m gonna choke that bitch out.”
Isabel Rios and a lean, athletic brunette model both sit in a locker room in High Energy™ branded workout gear, Isabel tying her shoes as her friend adjusts her sports bra.
“You’re just gonna walk into the cage and choke her out and that’s the end of it?”
Isabel stands and shrugs, rolling her shoulders out a little.
“I’m gonna walk into that cage, beat the shit out of her, choke her out and leave her laying on the mat in a puddle of sweat and blood while I walk out the door, yes. That’s the plan.”
“That… that is pretty dark for you, Rios.”
Isabel offers her friend a grim little smile.
“Jenny, niceties got left by the wayside quite a while back on this one, y’know?”
Jenny gives a little nod, a look of mild concern on her face.
“But what about the rest of them? Her team of aliens or whatever they are? I know that girl you were supposed to team with is taking one of them on-”
“Kirsty? Yeah, she’s got her training buddy guys to watch her back and I don’t blame her one bit. But I wanted a cage and I’ve got a cage. Two women enter, one woman leaves.”
“Yeah, but… when you leave, the rest of them’ll be standing outside the cage waiting, right? So you’re still gonna have to deal with the rest of them probably, y’know?”
Isabel’s smile turns from grim to a little wicked.
“Oh, I’ve got a plan for that. I may not have a cabal of intergalactic warriors at my back, I may like to handle my own business but if a situation calls for it I’ve got a few friends I can call on.”
Jenny’s eyes light up a little, her tone suddenly a bit excited.
“Like that Mack guy? Maybe, y’know, you could arrange for us to meet or just give him my snapchat or-”
Isabel smirks a little as she interjects.
“Dial it back a little Jen, I’ll worry about trying to get you laid later. Yeah, Mack’ll have my back if I ask him, I’ve got no doubt on that. But I’ve got another couple guys I can ask that I’m pretty sure will jump at the chance to throw hands with space aliens.”
“It is so weird that you’re not fazed about fighting actual aliens.”
“I know, right?”
Isabel shrugs as the two women leave the locker room, still audible as the shot begins to fade.
“You’re gonna get me in touch with Mack though, right?”
-----
Isabel: “Wait, you know these guys already?”
Isabel Rios and Joseph Mack are sitting at a picnic table outside of a Tim Hortons, each with a steaming cup of coffee before them.
Mack: “Yeah, I played them a bunch of times at interprovincial tournaments when we were kids. How do you know them?”
Isabel: “We went to the same high school. They dated my friend Lindsay for a while.”
Mack: “Like she dated one, then the other?”
Isabel: “Not exactly. Hey Gally, Chucky! Over here!”
Isabel and Mack stand as two men approach the table wearing big, friendly grins. Both are only a little shorter than Mack, though their physiques are much leaner, though still very athletic.
Gally: “Izzy! Macky! How’s it going buddies?”
Chucky: “Been a minute, eh? Heard you two have an alien problem?”
Gally: “Yeah, we were kinda confused when you called us. We thought you meant you were fighting immigrants which is weird because I’m pretty sure we’re all pro-immigration here.”
Isabel: “Nope, actual aliens.”
Gally: “Yeah, we were kinda disappointed when we looked them up. We were hoping for Predators or Xenomorphs or something badass like that.”
Chucky: “Yeah, these ones you told us about, they’re more like Coneheads. Or Alf.”
Gally: “Yeah, definitely more Ewok than Wookie buddy.”
Isabel: “You two are still in though, right?”
Chucky: “Fuck yeah we are buddy! I mean, we gotta miss our regular Tuesday night shinny but we get to punch aliens! We get to be like Ripley in Aliens!”
Gally: “Captain Kirk buddy!”
Chucky: “Flash Gordon buddy!”
Both: “RODDY PIPER IN THEY LIVE!”
Gally and Chucky exchange a fist bump as Isabel and Mack sip their coffees.
Isabel: “You two get that out of your system?”
Gally: “Yeah, we’re good now buddy.”
Chucky: “Aces buddy. Just tell us what you need.”
Isabel: “All you need to do is walk down to the ring with me and Mack. Any of Commandrix’s crew try to get involved, kick the shit outta them, otherwise just stand back and let me do my thing. Cool?”
Gally: “Nice and simple, works for us. And in return, as promised?”
Isabel nods.
Isabel: “A two-four of Alexander Keiths.”
Chucky: “And?”
Isabel sighs.
Isabel: “I already told you, I don’t think Graysie Parker is gonna give you guys her number.”
Gally: “How about Mistress Discipline?”
Chucky: “Blaze Freya?”
Isabel wrinkles her nose at that one, remembering the… smell.
Gally: “Linda LaFey?”
Chucky: “Kid Dynamite?”
Both: “Kirsty McKinney?”
Isabel: “... no promises on any of the abovementioned but I’ll ask around, okay?”
The two men nod.
Gally: “Isabel Rios, Joseph Mack and The Barnburners. The new team Gordie Howe Hat Trick!”
Chucky: “‘Cause you got a goal, we’re providing an assist and there’s gonna be a fight!”
The shot fades out as Mack pipes in.
Mack: “I think one of the PA’s is still on the rebound a bit. You two like blondes?”
Isabel: “Oh, they like blondes. Lindsay was a blonde.”
“I’m gonna choke that bitch out.”
Isabel Rios and a lean, athletic brunette model both sit in a locker room in High Energy™ branded workout gear, Isabel tying her shoes as her friend adjusts her sports bra.
“You’re just gonna walk into the cage and choke her out and that’s the end of it?”
Isabel stands and shrugs, rolling her shoulders out a little.
“I’m gonna walk into that cage, beat the shit out of her, choke her out and leave her laying on the mat in a puddle of sweat and blood while I walk out the door, yes. That’s the plan.”
“That… that is pretty dark for you, Rios.”
Isabel offers her friend a grim little smile.
“Jenny, niceties got left by the wayside quite a while back on this one, y’know?”
Jenny gives a little nod, a look of mild concern on her face.
“But what about the rest of them? Her team of aliens or whatever they are? I know that girl you were supposed to team with is taking one of them on-”
“Kirsty? Yeah, she’s got her training buddy guys to watch her back and I don’t blame her one bit. But I wanted a cage and I’ve got a cage. Two women enter, one woman leaves.”
“Yeah, but… when you leave, the rest of them’ll be standing outside the cage waiting, right? So you’re still gonna have to deal with the rest of them probably, y’know?”
Isabel’s smile turns from grim to a little wicked.
“Oh, I’ve got a plan for that. I may not have a cabal of intergalactic warriors at my back, I may like to handle my own business but if a situation calls for it I’ve got a few friends I can call on.”
Jenny’s eyes light up a little, her tone suddenly a bit excited.
“Like that Mack guy? Maybe, y’know, you could arrange for us to meet or just give him my snapchat or-”
Isabel smirks a little as she interjects.
“Dial it back a little Jen, I’ll worry about trying to get you laid later. Yeah, Mack’ll have my back if I ask him, I’ve got no doubt on that. But I’ve got another couple guys I can ask that I’m pretty sure will jump at the chance to throw hands with space aliens.”
“It is so weird that you’re not fazed about fighting actual aliens.”
“I know, right?”
Isabel shrugs as the two women leave the locker room, still audible as the shot begins to fade.
“You’re gonna get me in touch with Mack though, right?”
-----
Isabel: “Wait, you know these guys already?”
Isabel Rios and Joseph Mack are sitting at a picnic table outside of a Tim Hortons, each with a steaming cup of coffee before them.
Mack: “Yeah, I played them a bunch of times at interprovincial tournaments when we were kids. How do you know them?”
Isabel: “We went to the same high school. They dated my friend Lindsay for a while.”
Mack: “Like she dated one, then the other?”
Isabel: “Not exactly. Hey Gally, Chucky! Over here!”
Isabel and Mack stand as two men approach the table wearing big, friendly grins. Both are only a little shorter than Mack, though their physiques are much leaner, though still very athletic.
Gally: “Izzy! Macky! How’s it going buddies?”
Chucky: “Been a minute, eh? Heard you two have an alien problem?”
Gally: “Yeah, we were kinda confused when you called us. We thought you meant you were fighting immigrants which is weird because I’m pretty sure we’re all pro-immigration here.”
Isabel: “Nope, actual aliens.”
Gally: “Yeah, we were kinda disappointed when we looked them up. We were hoping for Predators or Xenomorphs or something badass like that.”
Chucky: “Yeah, these ones you told us about, they’re more like Coneheads. Or Alf.”
Gally: “Yeah, definitely more Ewok than Wookie buddy.”
Isabel: “You two are still in though, right?”
Chucky: “Fuck yeah we are buddy! I mean, we gotta miss our regular Tuesday night shinny but we get to punch aliens! We get to be like Ripley in Aliens!”
Gally: “Captain Kirk buddy!”
Chucky: “Flash Gordon buddy!”
Both: “RODDY PIPER IN THEY LIVE!”
Gally and Chucky exchange a fist bump as Isabel and Mack sip their coffees.
Isabel: “You two get that out of your system?”
Gally: “Yeah, we’re good now buddy.”
Chucky: “Aces buddy. Just tell us what you need.”
Isabel: “All you need to do is walk down to the ring with me and Mack. Any of Commandrix’s crew try to get involved, kick the shit outta them, otherwise just stand back and let me do my thing. Cool?”
Gally: “Nice and simple, works for us. And in return, as promised?”
Isabel nods.
Isabel: “A two-four of Alexander Keiths.”
Chucky: “And?”
Isabel sighs.
Isabel: “I already told you, I don’t think Graysie Parker is gonna give you guys her number.”
Gally: “How about Mistress Discipline?”
Chucky: “Blaze Freya?”
Isabel wrinkles her nose at that one, remembering the… smell.
Gally: “Linda LaFey?”
Chucky: “Kid Dynamite?”
Both: “Kirsty McKinney?”
Isabel: “... no promises on any of the abovementioned but I’ll ask around, okay?”
The two men nod.
Gally: “Isabel Rios, Joseph Mack and The Barnburners. The new team Gordie Howe Hat Trick!”
Chucky: “‘Cause you got a goal, we’re providing an assist and there’s gonna be a fight!”
The shot fades out as Mack pipes in.
Mack: “I think one of the PA’s is still on the rebound a bit. You two like blondes?”
Isabel: “Oh, they like blondes. Lindsay was a blonde.”
