Post by steelmorrigan on Feb 11, 2018 19:17:09 GMT -5
Background music: Jekylnhyde
JJ Foley’s was one of many bars in Boston that had Irish roots, proudly boasting it’s establishment in 1909 it served as a bar and now in the modern times Grille.
And right now? Amber had claimed a corner of it and was nursing a double shot of whiskey as she looked over at Gabe, two up turned drinks whilst Diaz shook his head and smirked.
“Fuck Cookie, miserable if you lose miserable if you win, there anything that will cheer you up? And shit girl slow down I don’t want you pulled in for D’n’D and ‘m not talkin’ the one with dragons you know?”
Amber pointed at him form under the bow of a baseball cap that hid her hair and rather cheerfully stated ‘OBEY’.
“Stop callin’ me fuckin’ Cookie Gabe, that shit is getting real old.”
Diaz leaned in to examine her and asked.
“Seriously Sister, the hell is your major malfunction? Ever since you started this whole shit you’ve gotten all weird.”
Amber smirks.
“Y’know what Gabe? Yer right, like I should be happy right big win, second round and now I’m smack in the middle of a match with Crystal Hilton and Dawn Kane.”
Gabe interrupted with a soft.
“It’s Halliwell yo...”
Amber pointed at him.
“IS IT?! She’s been riding the Kane name harder than that blue haired chick.”
Gabe managed a soft smile and a sigh
“Yeah, Pandora’s pretty cool...”
Amber sighed and rolled her eyes.
“Fucks sake. There you go again. My point is this whole shit seems pretty fuckin’ gift wrapped it’s like laying it out on a platter for Living dead fuck and clod-hoppers like us are left to rot and spin.”
Diaz smirked.
“It’s not like you to roll over and die before you even started Cookie...”
She smirked.
“Yeah? Tell that to army who -fucked- us Diaz, tell that to suit who looked us in the eyes whilst he gave us our discharge papers about 3 years ago to the day...”
Diaz looked at the drink and smirked.
“This is your idea of an anniversary? Go out and get shitwrecked? You Amber Cooke have some serious priorities. I mean is this all you wanna be? Obsessed with the next and last great clusterfuck?”
Cooke nearly slammed her glass down but stopped short as she managed to raise her voice, just a bit.
“Of course that’s not what I want shitbrain! I just….I just…I need this to work.”
Diaz clasped hold of Amber’s hand to stop the last shot going down her throat even as he looked at her sternly and said.
“Then make it fucking work Cookie. You’re strong down let you be the one thing that brings you down”
There was a pause and Diaz let go of Amber’s hand and leant back to gesture.
“A’ight I gotta split Cooke, keep to th’ soda and ...for cryin’ out loud call your ass an Uber.”
Diaz slid away his own glass of whiskey not touched sat opposite her , Amber shook her head and pulled it towards her to take not one but two drinks.
“Get Busy livin’ Cooke.”
She took another drink.
“Well, here we go second round and the big test.”
We fade in on Amber’s face, leant up against a wall as breath curls in the cold and then we cut to wrapped knuckles and the wall, eyes closing as we suddenly cut to Amber sat on a couch.
“Everyone has their money on Dawn Kane, because let’s face it she wears the name Halliwell like a fucking mask and it’s a thin one at that.”
She shook her head and tightened her jaw, rubbing her hands and looking about.
“So the eggs are in one neatly arranged basket Spike Kane, Pandora Freeman Astrid Hall whoever it is that pulls this cluster together must have a real keen sense of humour because by the reckoning? Only one of us can win only one can go forwards to make Combat theirs only one gets the chance to be first.”
Amber shook her head and she smirks huffing a breath.
“Anyone with sense is watching this because whoever wins it might just be in with a shot of taking the whole show home, and Call me selfish Dawn but you are not the only one lookin’ to make this place yours. You got Lizzy Damon, Caitlyn Wright, and the whole Combat menagerie lookin’ to step up.”
Another deep smirk.
“Well, I stepped the fuck up and look who we have, me, you and Crystal Hilton.”
She nodded.
“So, let me start with the starlet whose star has faded and try one more pathetic attempt to get. Something looking to walk above the clouds. Have your name in lights.”
She shook her head.
“You’re so fucking naïve Crystal, because you aren’t ready or willing to put the work in, you expect the world to roll out the red carpet for you’re whenever you put your face on a screen, but I have news for you the queen? She’d dead your career? Is for shit. You jump from IWF to here to wherever hoping just hoping somebody will notice you. Yet you bring drama with you wherever you go.”
She about spit a breath into the camera as she glared into the space between herself and the lens.
“And so it is, Hilton we will stand in a little triangle whilst your cheerleader looks on, you’ll spout your platitudes but you don’t fuckin’ mean it, you haven’t meant it for years every effort must burn at you like ice.”
She smirks.
“I know that feeling, Crystal, but unlike you I will claw and scratch and rend and I will make them notice me I will make you understand.”
She shook her head.
“You will be drug down into the mud with us the blood and the fight, Can you handle it? Can you take the pressure? I don’t fucking think so…And so I move onto my other opponent.”
A small wrinkle of her nose.
“Halliwell,Kane, whatever the fuck your name is." You are the one who wants to ride this rocket to the fucking moon and I can see it, I can see all the chips are lined behind you I can see that they want you to succeed."
Amber stiffens
"Spike? The guys at the front they see the bites, and the scars? Yeah in another fucking world? We mighta gotten along.”
Amber shakes her head and eyes the camera evenly.
“But that wouldn’t make for much fuckin’ fun would it Princess?”
She chuckles and flexes her hand into a fist with a sly grin.
“Yeah, that’s what you are the princess, Setup to take up the kingdom laid out in front of you, and unlike the Silver screen Queen you ain’t afraid of getting’ dirty but I noticed you got a fetish for making your opponents tap, Livin’ Dead girl and all that I don’t think that shit is gonna cut it you see I put my opponents DOWN AND OUT princess you want me to All Bloody Hail your bitch ass?”
She leans forwards and snarls.
“Come and fucking make me."
She keeps that look as she kept talking.
"Spout your swear word get hype c’mon fucker! I Got you! I will fucking match you with every fucking breath and I defy you. If you wanna climb the Kane Throne? You’re gonna have to earn it in blood….just like your daddy.”
She laughs a bit eyes wide as she seems almost exciting at the idea.
“I look forward to every single moment of this Dawn , The only thing that spoils it is they’re making this a three girl party but hey I guess that means I kick one ass and get the other handed to me on a silver platter for free, I call that a bargain.”
She manages another chuckle.
“See You Bitches there, may the best woman win.”
She caps a lazy salute to the camera with a smile and we fade out.
JJ Foley’s was one of many bars in Boston that had Irish roots, proudly boasting it’s establishment in 1909 it served as a bar and now in the modern times Grille.
And right now? Amber had claimed a corner of it and was nursing a double shot of whiskey as she looked over at Gabe, two up turned drinks whilst Diaz shook his head and smirked.
“Fuck Cookie, miserable if you lose miserable if you win, there anything that will cheer you up? And shit girl slow down I don’t want you pulled in for D’n’D and ‘m not talkin’ the one with dragons you know?”
Amber pointed at him form under the bow of a baseball cap that hid her hair and rather cheerfully stated ‘OBEY’.
“Stop callin’ me fuckin’ Cookie Gabe, that shit is getting real old.”
Diaz leaned in to examine her and asked.
“Seriously Sister, the hell is your major malfunction? Ever since you started this whole shit you’ve gotten all weird.”
Amber smirks.
“Y’know what Gabe? Yer right, like I should be happy right big win, second round and now I’m smack in the middle of a match with Crystal Hilton and Dawn Kane.”
Gabe interrupted with a soft.
“It’s Halliwell yo...”
Amber pointed at him.
“IS IT?! She’s been riding the Kane name harder than that blue haired chick.”
Gabe managed a soft smile and a sigh
“Yeah, Pandora’s pretty cool...”
Amber sighed and rolled her eyes.
“Fucks sake. There you go again. My point is this whole shit seems pretty fuckin’ gift wrapped it’s like laying it out on a platter for Living dead fuck and clod-hoppers like us are left to rot and spin.”
Diaz smirked.
“It’s not like you to roll over and die before you even started Cookie...”
She smirked.
“Yeah? Tell that to army who -fucked- us Diaz, tell that to suit who looked us in the eyes whilst he gave us our discharge papers about 3 years ago to the day...”
Diaz looked at the drink and smirked.
“This is your idea of an anniversary? Go out and get shitwrecked? You Amber Cooke have some serious priorities. I mean is this all you wanna be? Obsessed with the next and last great clusterfuck?”
Cooke nearly slammed her glass down but stopped short as she managed to raise her voice, just a bit.
“Of course that’s not what I want shitbrain! I just….I just…I need this to work.”
Diaz clasped hold of Amber’s hand to stop the last shot going down her throat even as he looked at her sternly and said.
“Then make it fucking work Cookie. You’re strong down let you be the one thing that brings you down”
There was a pause and Diaz let go of Amber’s hand and leant back to gesture.
“A’ight I gotta split Cooke, keep to th’ soda and ...for cryin’ out loud call your ass an Uber.”
Diaz slid away his own glass of whiskey not touched sat opposite her , Amber shook her head and pulled it towards her to take not one but two drinks.
“Get Busy livin’ Cooke.”
She took another drink.
“Well, here we go second round and the big test.”
We fade in on Amber’s face, leant up against a wall as breath curls in the cold and then we cut to wrapped knuckles and the wall, eyes closing as we suddenly cut to Amber sat on a couch.
“Everyone has their money on Dawn Kane, because let’s face it she wears the name Halliwell like a fucking mask and it’s a thin one at that.”
She shook her head and tightened her jaw, rubbing her hands and looking about.
“So the eggs are in one neatly arranged basket Spike Kane, Pandora Freeman Astrid Hall whoever it is that pulls this cluster together must have a real keen sense of humour because by the reckoning? Only one of us can win only one can go forwards to make Combat theirs only one gets the chance to be first.”
Amber shook her head and she smirks huffing a breath.
“Anyone with sense is watching this because whoever wins it might just be in with a shot of taking the whole show home, and Call me selfish Dawn but you are not the only one lookin’ to make this place yours. You got Lizzy Damon, Caitlyn Wright, and the whole Combat menagerie lookin’ to step up.”
Another deep smirk.
“Well, I stepped the fuck up and look who we have, me, you and Crystal Hilton.”
She nodded.
“So, let me start with the starlet whose star has faded and try one more pathetic attempt to get. Something looking to walk above the clouds. Have your name in lights.”
She shook her head.
“You’re so fucking naïve Crystal, because you aren’t ready or willing to put the work in, you expect the world to roll out the red carpet for you’re whenever you put your face on a screen, but I have news for you the queen? She’d dead your career? Is for shit. You jump from IWF to here to wherever hoping just hoping somebody will notice you. Yet you bring drama with you wherever you go.”
She about spit a breath into the camera as she glared into the space between herself and the lens.
“And so it is, Hilton we will stand in a little triangle whilst your cheerleader looks on, you’ll spout your platitudes but you don’t fuckin’ mean it, you haven’t meant it for years every effort must burn at you like ice.”
She smirks.
“I know that feeling, Crystal, but unlike you I will claw and scratch and rend and I will make them notice me I will make you understand.”
She shook her head.
“You will be drug down into the mud with us the blood and the fight, Can you handle it? Can you take the pressure? I don’t fucking think so…And so I move onto my other opponent.”
A small wrinkle of her nose.
“Halliwell,Kane, whatever the fuck your name is." You are the one who wants to ride this rocket to the fucking moon and I can see it, I can see all the chips are lined behind you I can see that they want you to succeed."
Amber stiffens
"Spike? The guys at the front they see the bites, and the scars? Yeah in another fucking world? We mighta gotten along.”
Amber shakes her head and eyes the camera evenly.
“But that wouldn’t make for much fuckin’ fun would it Princess?”
She chuckles and flexes her hand into a fist with a sly grin.
“Yeah, that’s what you are the princess, Setup to take up the kingdom laid out in front of you, and unlike the Silver screen Queen you ain’t afraid of getting’ dirty but I noticed you got a fetish for making your opponents tap, Livin’ Dead girl and all that I don’t think that shit is gonna cut it you see I put my opponents DOWN AND OUT princess you want me to All Bloody Hail your bitch ass?”
She leans forwards and snarls.
“Come and fucking make me."
She keeps that look as she kept talking.
"Spout your swear word get hype c’mon fucker! I Got you! I will fucking match you with every fucking breath and I defy you. If you wanna climb the Kane Throne? You’re gonna have to earn it in blood….just like your daddy.”
She laughs a bit eyes wide as she seems almost exciting at the idea.
“I look forward to every single moment of this Dawn , The only thing that spoils it is they’re making this a three girl party but hey I guess that means I kick one ass and get the other handed to me on a silver platter for free, I call that a bargain.”
She manages another chuckle.
“See You Bitches there, may the best woman win.”
She caps a lazy salute to the camera with a smile and we fade out.