{Amber} - First Deployment

[steelmorrigan]

The more you sweat in training, then the less you'll bleed on the battlefield!

Boston, Massachusetts

The Heavy bag swayed with each thud of taped fist and knee, sweat pouring form her brow as she let loose a grunt, snarling into the leather as the gym gave way to Rocky Sand and the leather was being held by Diaz.

Her reverie came to an ned once the buzzer stopped, but Diaz was still there smiling like the asshole he is , short cropped hair and That stupid ‘ironic’ Black Flag T-shirt on his form as opposed to the desert camo her mind was struggling to move him out of.

“Y’think you could hit a little less hard Cookie? Think my heart was about to stop back there!”

Cookie, she hated that nickname , and she indicated her displeasure by flipping the bird and crouching down to sort through her stuff.

“Cram it Diaz, or the next one will be without the bag. Christ I swear you bitch more than my sister.”

Diaz chuckled with a shake of his head even as Amber looked at her phone and the white box that started at her.

“Man, I’m prettier than your sister, meaner too, plus you put up with my shit, Eh what gives Cookie?”

Combat Wrestling: - Amber Cooke : Eyes only

Diaz reached over and snatched the phone out of her hand and Amber wheeled on him with a snarl even as he looked at the message and spoke aloud to the mostly empty gym.

“Dear Miss Cooke, we are pleased to inform you that as per your previous application, you are cordially invited to present yourself to the Xander Kane Memorial School to Sign your Combat wrestling contract…Yada, yada, yada. Yours sincerely Spike Kane Operating CEO.”

Amber finally snatched the phone from Diaz, taking a moment to outright punch Diaz in the arm and frowned at him.

“I’m going to rip off your head Gabe! Gimme that back!”

Gabriel Diaz stopped and slowly passed the phone back that tanned skin of his looking just a little paler in the face of Amber’s legitimate anger, that sense he had perhaps pushed it a little too far. She snatched the phone from him and her annoyance cut through some more.

“Fuck’s sake man, that’s my business! Gonna broadcast my shit to the world?!”

Gabe chuckled and shrugged with a wry smirk.

“ ’M Allowed be proud of my Cookie, you’re gonna knock ‘m dead! Show those bitches how the Army rolls right?!”

There’s a long pause before Amber reached up to pull Gabe into a head lock and ruffled his head with a smirk.

“If I didn’t love you like a brother I’da killed you already. Let’s roll out Diaz we got work to do!”

We Fade in on Amber eyes focused somewhere beyond the camera and smirks as she’s slowly wrapping tape on her wrist, nose wrinkling before she spoke her surroundings in the gym.

“Lotta Talk going to happen this week, lotta eyes going to be watching this new place Combat wrestling. So before we get familiar let’s get one thing straight.”

There’s a gleam in her eyes as she leans towards the camera and seems satisfied with her wrist wrap.

“I’m not here to shake hands and kiss babies, and I’m sure as hell not here to make any friends, or strut around shakin’ my ass whilst your tongue forms a welcome mat. If you want that? Go take a hike or shut your cockholster and let me show you how a soldier goes to work.”

There’s a huff of impatience even as she looks around and her right leg bounces nervously hands flexing as she smirks.

“That Being Said, I’m Amber Cooke, and you’re wonderin’ right now why I matter, thing is in this new unproven world of ours nothing matter, not your name, not your genetics not even your past so I have in my hand what’s known as opportunity to put all your asses on notice weather you like it or not, and who is my opponent?”

She shook her head.

“Princess of Pretty, the broker’s daughter and mistress of money Lizzy Dalmon. The sort of woman who expects the world on a plate , and points and expects everyone to kneel.”

She shook her head.

“You wouldn’t know a hard fight if it looked you in the face, you wouldn’t know pain if it knocked on your door, hell you’re comin’ into this expecting a walkover and I’m not about to give ANY of that to likes of you if you make me kneel you’ll have made my ass kneel but I don’t kneel for anyone chica and I looked you up, You got chops, sure but honestly? You ain’t worth shit until you prove it.”

She about spits her next words into the camera.

“And all I see outta you is more drama and production than an episode of The Young and The Restless, And you’ll be eating canvas faster than You can count the Zero’s on your medical expenses bill you, Lizzy Dalmon are an appetizer you are a warm up you are a warning that I am not here to fuck around and I don’t care who you bring to ring side if they get in my way? You best make sure their expenses are covered too because I will ram my foot so far up their ass the water on my knee will quench their goddamn thirst.”

She shook her head.

“So bring your worst chica, But I intend to march over your ass. You might not like hell you might even fight back, but in the end? I’ll walk away and the war goes on, see you Friday.”

She caps a lazy salute and goes back to straightening up her stuff even as we slowly fade out.