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May 12, 2021 20:26:26 GMT -5
SWAT Team, Oh-Oh, and 1 more like this
Post by Isabel Rios on May 12, 2021 20:26:26 GMT -5
We open on Isabel Rios, stretched out in a lounge chair poolside at what appears to be a Caribbean resort, clad in a yellow one piece bathing suit and sunglasses. She sips at the margarita in her hand, draining the last bit from the glass. Her phone buzzes at her side and she picks it up with her free hand, smiling as she answers the incoming video call. On the screen? The Barnburners in split screen, waving at her.
Rios: “Hey fellas. Hope you’re not about to ask me to watch hockey tonight, I’m kinda on a business trip.”
Gally and Chucky scoff, albeit in a friendly manner.
Gally: “Yeah buddy, looks like a hell of a board meeting.”
Chucky: “The powerpoint presentation just wrap up or something?”
Rios: “High Voltage, boys. They wanted the champ to bring her belt to Punta Cana for a little photo shoot with the model girls. Couple days in the sun, the surf, the heat-”
She pauses as a waitress brings by another drink, Isabel thanking her and taking it in her free hand, making a show of enjoying a sip as the guys shake their heads.
Rios: “Ahh. It’s a good life.”
Gally: “Must be nice.”
Chucky: “Must be fuckin’ nice.”
Rios: “It’s pretty fucking nice.”
Gally: “Wait… you said models. You’re at a resort full of models right now?”
Rios: “Well, I wouldn’t say full of them. But there’s a few around, yeah. Hold on.”
She turns her phone around in her hand, moving it around her in a slow arc so the guys can see some of the models, in bathing suits of their own, who wave in reply before Isabel looks back to the guys.
Chucky: “Buddy, you’re the champ. You’ve got the stroke. You need to get us brought along for this kinda stuff.”
Rios: “Yeah, no offense guys but I’m not gonna burn any favours I might earn on bringing you two on a free three day vacation so you can ogle models. Why don’t you just get your own sponsors?”
Gally: “We tried, Izzy!”
The Barnburners share a forlorn look through the split-screen.
Chucky: “They said to come back when we had belts.”
Isabel winces in sympathy.
Rios: “That’s harsh.”
Gally: “Anyway, we heard about your first title defense and wanted to see if you needed any backup. I read that your opponent runs an assassin guild or something?”
Rios: “It’s something like that. I’m more worried about the “6’3” with big strike power” part of her though.”
Chucky: “Just putting this out there, but between fighting aliens and fighting someone who is basically Ra’s Al Ghul… you’re kinda Batman now.”
Rios pauses mid-sip of her drink, staring at her phone a moment before swallowing and letting the straw slip from her lips.
Rios: “Holy shit. I’m kinda Batman now. Also, I must be drunk if I’m agreeing with you two.”
The waitress comes by with another drink, Isabel politely waving her off.
Rios: “I think I’m at my limit for now, thanks.”
The waitress smiles and nods as Isabel turns her focus back to her phone.
Rios: “Anyway, not sure it sets the right tone for my first title defense if, after all my talk about being a fighting champ, giving every opponent an honest shot, I roll in with backup at ringside, y’know? Even if I know and you guys know that you wouldn’t be getting involved on my behalf it’s, like… an optics thing, I guess. I appreciate the offer though, I genuinely do.”
Gally and Chucky nod along.
Rios: “Plus I know you two really just wanna come along to see if Kirsty McKinney is there.”
The two young men share a quick glance before shrugging and nodding in agreement.
Chucky: “She’s so hot, bud.”
Gally: “Super rocket. ICBM.”
Rios: “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Talk to you guys when I’m back on our side of the border.”
Gally: “Later champski.”
Chucky: “Tell those girls to add us on instagram!”
With that Isabel ends the call, shaking her head a little in amusement before picking up her drink, raising it to her lips and enjoying a long sip, the shot fading out as she sets it back down, picking up on her quietly vocalizing.
Rios: “Na na na na na na na na Ri-os, Ri-os, Ri-os!”
Rios: “Hey fellas. Hope you’re not about to ask me to watch hockey tonight, I’m kinda on a business trip.”
Gally and Chucky scoff, albeit in a friendly manner.
Gally: “Yeah buddy, looks like a hell of a board meeting.”
Chucky: “The powerpoint presentation just wrap up or something?”
Rios: “High Voltage, boys. They wanted the champ to bring her belt to Punta Cana for a little photo shoot with the model girls. Couple days in the sun, the surf, the heat-”
She pauses as a waitress brings by another drink, Isabel thanking her and taking it in her free hand, making a show of enjoying a sip as the guys shake their heads.
Rios: “Ahh. It’s a good life.”
Gally: “Must be nice.”
Chucky: “Must be fuckin’ nice.”
Rios: “It’s pretty fucking nice.”
Gally: “Wait… you said models. You’re at a resort full of models right now?”
Rios: “Well, I wouldn’t say full of them. But there’s a few around, yeah. Hold on.”
She turns her phone around in her hand, moving it around her in a slow arc so the guys can see some of the models, in bathing suits of their own, who wave in reply before Isabel looks back to the guys.
Chucky: “Buddy, you’re the champ. You’ve got the stroke. You need to get us brought along for this kinda stuff.”
Rios: “Yeah, no offense guys but I’m not gonna burn any favours I might earn on bringing you two on a free three day vacation so you can ogle models. Why don’t you just get your own sponsors?”
Gally: “We tried, Izzy!”
The Barnburners share a forlorn look through the split-screen.
Chucky: “They said to come back when we had belts.”
Isabel winces in sympathy.
Rios: “That’s harsh.”
Gally: “Anyway, we heard about your first title defense and wanted to see if you needed any backup. I read that your opponent runs an assassin guild or something?”
Rios: “It’s something like that. I’m more worried about the “6’3” with big strike power” part of her though.”
Chucky: “Just putting this out there, but between fighting aliens and fighting someone who is basically Ra’s Al Ghul… you’re kinda Batman now.”
Rios pauses mid-sip of her drink, staring at her phone a moment before swallowing and letting the straw slip from her lips.
Rios: “Holy shit. I’m kinda Batman now. Also, I must be drunk if I’m agreeing with you two.”
The waitress comes by with another drink, Isabel politely waving her off.
Rios: “I think I’m at my limit for now, thanks.”
The waitress smiles and nods as Isabel turns her focus back to her phone.
Rios: “Anyway, not sure it sets the right tone for my first title defense if, after all my talk about being a fighting champ, giving every opponent an honest shot, I roll in with backup at ringside, y’know? Even if I know and you guys know that you wouldn’t be getting involved on my behalf it’s, like… an optics thing, I guess. I appreciate the offer though, I genuinely do.”
Gally and Chucky nod along.
Rios: “Plus I know you two really just wanna come along to see if Kirsty McKinney is there.”
The two young men share a quick glance before shrugging and nodding in agreement.
Chucky: “She’s so hot, bud.”
Gally: “Super rocket. ICBM.”
Rios: “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Talk to you guys when I’m back on our side of the border.”
Gally: “Later champski.”
Chucky: “Tell those girls to add us on instagram!”
With that Isabel ends the call, shaking her head a little in amusement before picking up her drink, raising it to her lips and enjoying a long sip, the shot fading out as she sets it back down, picking up on her quietly vocalizing.
Rios: “Na na na na na na na na Ri-os, Ri-os, Ri-os!”
