Post by steelmorrigan on Feb 7, 2018 15:50:50 GMT -5
“I Mean Seriously what the fuck was that noise?”
Amber’s anger boiled over as she paced back and forth, a hand knocking food over as she said.
“I oughta bounce the bitch’s head off a car I fucking knew that prissy fuck couldn’t not get involved I knew! Man…Get outta my way Gabe! I’m gonna rip her face off I’m gonna tear her head off and piss in her skull!”
Gabe was half holding, half pushing Amber back towards her dressing room even as she shouted and ranted.
The sudden, sharp and alert raise in Diaz’s voice made her look at him as opposed to past him even as she was being moved back some and Diaz stayed in her way.
“Chill Cookie, y'got straight up fucked for sure but she ain’t worth that. Bottle it sister, use it for next time.”
A long pause and Amber picked up a chair and bounced it off a locker with a loud shout.
“SON OF A BITCH!”
Diaz sat down , which prompted Cooke to follow, her breath ragged as she was starting to pull her wrist wraps off as she ranted.
“You only get one chance to make a first impression, and what impression did I give huh? Fucking waste of space nobody who gets the rug swept out of her ass by lifestyles of the rich and incestuous.”
Diaz blinked a bit and shook his head.
“Cookie, man you can’t get like this , you gonna focus, knuckle down man, I mean where’s that Minnesota pride?”
Amber huffs a breath.
“Fuck Minnesota. I made my ass on my own, Stillwater girl gone bad? Right all I need in my life right fucking now is in this room. Or maybe the nearest bar.”
Diaz smirked an clutched at his chest.
“Wait, she was nice, shit man,..I’m gonna..My heart…”
Amber threw a boot at him with a smirk and a chuckle.
“Asshole.”
It was later in the week when we find Amber staring into the camera as she is now rocking a t-shirt and cargo pants with a mas’s shirt a top it and hair tied back as she upnods to the camera.
“I bet you all think it’s real fucking funny that I found myself on my ass last week, I know your type Those who were clapping were doing s out of politeness.”
She smirks again.
“I don’t need your sympathy kids what I need... What I –want- is to corner Lizzy Dalmon and play hide and go fuck start her head with a chair, but seems that won’t happen so I guess I have to make do with Setting fire to the Easter Bunny, nerdlette Ace of the Dropkick, Rookie with a heart of gold who saw victory alongside Daughter of Kane Mctwatwaffle.”
A pause and she sighs and seems to compose herself.
“You might think I’m bitter and you’d be right. Whilst some folks are out basking and bein’ all shiny you get folk like me who grind their ass to the wall and what? Get rolled up by Princess Pretty and her fuckass brother? Fuck that!”
A pause and she shook her head.
“What –really- bothers my ass is this fuckin’ Weeb calls herself the Dropkick ace, and whilst I was doing my research, yeah that right I scoped your ass out Wright F is that if your dropkicks were that fucking Amazeballs ass fantastic you’d use one as your finisher but now you press the snore fest button and spam that shit like a loser who can’t play fighting games properly and compensates by using the same shit over and over again. In the military we call that a singular offence.”
She smirks again.
“Me? I prefer an all out blitz of varied attacks, culminating in a decisive strike that puts your ass to bed before you can spout more moonspeak or Binary or whatever it is you nerds are speaking these days.”
She sighs a bit and rubs her nose.
“Look Wright, you strike me as a nice girl, really you do but shit man by your own admission you have no formal training , how far do you think that shit can take you before somebody fuckin’ really hurts you? I mean all the flippy shit in the world is all well and great but it does you no good , eventually all that bounce? All that life? It’s going to fail you and that’s when you’ll find out.”
She smirks.
“That I will show you absolutely no mercy at all. I will lay your scrawny ass to waste , so bring that dropkick or several of yours and I’ll show you what happens when somebody takes you to the ground, into the dirt. Where all the real work happens.”
She shook her head.
“I’ll see you on Fury, Wright. Don’t fucking disappoint.”
Fade out.
Amber’s anger boiled over as she paced back and forth, a hand knocking food over as she said.
“I oughta bounce the bitch’s head off a car I fucking knew that prissy fuck couldn’t not get involved I knew! Man…Get outta my way Gabe! I’m gonna rip her face off I’m gonna tear her head off and piss in her skull!”
Gabe was half holding, half pushing Amber back towards her dressing room even as she shouted and ranted.
“’Ey Amber Amber, Corporal COOKE!”
The sudden, sharp and alert raise in Diaz’s voice made her look at him as opposed to past him even as she was being moved back some and Diaz stayed in her way.
“Chill Cookie, y'got straight up fucked for sure but she ain’t worth that. Bottle it sister, use it for next time.”
A long pause and Amber picked up a chair and bounced it off a locker with a loud shout.
“SON OF A BITCH!”
Diaz sat down , which prompted Cooke to follow, her breath ragged as she was starting to pull her wrist wraps off as she ranted.
“You only get one chance to make a first impression, and what impression did I give huh? Fucking waste of space nobody who gets the rug swept out of her ass by lifestyles of the rich and incestuous.”
Diaz blinked a bit and shook his head.
“Cookie, man you can’t get like this , you gonna focus, knuckle down man, I mean where’s that Minnesota pride?”
Amber huffs a breath.
“Fuck Minnesota. I made my ass on my own, Stillwater girl gone bad? Right all I need in my life right fucking now is in this room. Or maybe the nearest bar.”
Diaz smirked an clutched at his chest.
“Wait, she was nice, shit man,..I’m gonna..My heart…”
Amber threw a boot at him with a smirk and a chuckle.
“Asshole.”
It was later in the week when we find Amber staring into the camera as she is now rocking a t-shirt and cargo pants with a mas’s shirt a top it and hair tied back as she upnods to the camera.
“I bet you all think it’s real fucking funny that I found myself on my ass last week, I know your type Those who were clapping were doing s out of politeness.”
She smirks again.
“I don’t need your sympathy kids what I need... What I –want- is to corner Lizzy Dalmon and play hide and go fuck start her head with a chair, but seems that won’t happen so I guess I have to make do with Setting fire to the Easter Bunny, nerdlette Ace of the Dropkick, Rookie with a heart of gold who saw victory alongside Daughter of Kane Mctwatwaffle.”
A pause and she sighs and seems to compose herself.
“You might think I’m bitter and you’d be right. Whilst some folks are out basking and bein’ all shiny you get folk like me who grind their ass to the wall and what? Get rolled up by Princess Pretty and her fuckass brother? Fuck that!”
A pause and she shook her head.
“What –really- bothers my ass is this fuckin’ Weeb calls herself the Dropkick ace, and whilst I was doing my research, yeah that right I scoped your ass out Wright F is that if your dropkicks were that fucking Amazeballs ass fantastic you’d use one as your finisher but now you press the snore fest button and spam that shit like a loser who can’t play fighting games properly and compensates by using the same shit over and over again. In the military we call that a singular offence.”
She smirks again.
“Me? I prefer an all out blitz of varied attacks, culminating in a decisive strike that puts your ass to bed before you can spout more moonspeak or Binary or whatever it is you nerds are speaking these days.”
She sighs a bit and rubs her nose.
“Look Wright, you strike me as a nice girl, really you do but shit man by your own admission you have no formal training , how far do you think that shit can take you before somebody fuckin’ really hurts you? I mean all the flippy shit in the world is all well and great but it does you no good , eventually all that bounce? All that life? It’s going to fail you and that’s when you’ll find out.”
She smirks.
“That I will show you absolutely no mercy at all. I will lay your scrawny ass to waste , so bring that dropkick or several of yours and I’ll show you what happens when somebody takes you to the ground, into the dirt. Where all the real work happens.”
She shook her head.
“I’ll see you on Fury, Wright. Don’t fucking disappoint.”
Fade out.