Post by steelmorrigan on Apr 3, 2018 17:35:08 GMT -5
Background music: -A Body on The Step - American Murder Song
Amber was sat on the edge of her seat during the events of Kane/Price watching them unfold as she stood up and about knocked a beer to the floor as Ethan did his thing and she cried out.
“YOU FUCKING TWO TIMING COCKSUCKER! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT SHIT?!”
Just out from one shoulder still sat down looking at the spilled mess of snacks and debris that Amber had knocked over, Diaz dryly managed to observe.
“Well, looks like King owns half the company now man. You should be happy he’s going to..”
Cooke slowly looked over one shoulder and looked positively offended.
“Have you eaten too many of Jimmy’s brownie’s man? Fuck now he’s gonna do shit with me! He’s got Air space on his hip who he’s gonna keep throwing at Her majesty until she folds and the odds? They’ll just keep stackin’ against her or anyone who comes close to challenging! Are you fuckin’ stupid? Nobody has a fuckin’ shot! Hell I practically gotta already fly my way back up after HalliKane beat my ass . You really think shit like this makes it any fuckin’ better? It’s BULLSHIT!”
Diaz held his hands up and he said.
“Yo, Cookie, Chill getting’ worked up ain’t gonna do shit is it?.”
Amber sighed and dropped down into her seat before she sighed and rubbed at her nose.
“I’m gonna do something I regret.”
Diaz chuckles a bit and is about to say something when Amber flipped Diaz the bird shoving her hand a bit and trying to pushing the offending finger into his face.
“Shut the fuck up Diaz.”
Diaz chuckles and slaps her hand out of his face a bit before commenting.
“Just stay true to you chica.”
Amber smirked just a little bit to stand and grab her jacket .
“Hey, what.? Where th’ fuck are you goin’ Cooke?”
Amber muttered to herself as she stretched up.
“Doin’ somethin’ stupid.”
She was at the car by the time Diaz was stumbling out the door engine revving as she pulled away leaving Diaz by himself as she growled.
The next door she knocked on opened to the somewhat stunned and confused face of Dawn Halliwell Amber didn’t even give her a second to speak.
“Look, business is business I get it but I’m only sat here right now because fuck the Kings. And their impending bullshit.”
Amber stuck her hand out and looked at Halliwell.
“I Might be a bitch, but I’m not a cheating bitch.”
Dawn just blinked, flabbergasted looking at the hand that was now hovering in front of her.
Fade in on Amber, her eyes peering intensely at the camera even as she looks disgruntled and sighed.
“So, she beat me. So fucking what? Let’s get the first order out of business out the fucking way.”
She manages a little curtsey in front of the camera stiff as all hell.
“All Fucking hail, you fucking earned it. There I said it.”
She nodded.
“Which leads me to business as usual, stomping the unworthy and trying to get back on the mountain, if I can do with recent events.”
She nods., her usual demeanor starting to seep out.
“Yeah, that’s right I said it , one look at this weeks card tells me exactly how shit is going to go down. I mean On his best day Spike would have run all over Ethan, problem is it’s not his best day, hasn’t been for some time and now he’s all but handed the keys over to King well fucking done.”
Amber claps the camera sarcastically.
“So that leaves the rest of us to do the work for you. Thanks, seems however that’s somebody was magnanimous enough to book my ass against Mercedes Vargas.”
She almost scoffs.
“Right yeah the chick that invoked Hunger games and then failed to capitalize against Gwen so that we can witness the screw job yet to unfurl, where was my invite huh? I guess you gotta mix shit up. It can’t be me and Dawn fighting all the time. So I gotta lace up and stomp down.”
A wrinkle of her nose, stretching out as she rolled her neck. Eyes sort of glancing at the ceiling as she keeps talking.
“You don’t impress me Vargas, Wright might be a weeb, but at least she saddles up, and I could beat her fair and square unlike Price-King who seems to think wedgies are the way to victory, but what else should expect from the airforce? What is this? Highschool?”
She shook her head again.
“Then there you who made error number one, You let Wright beat you.”
She chuckles a bit.
“Man, did you fuck up because if I mauled Wright then I’m going to absolutely fuckin’ ruin you, I don’t like your jerk off name, I don’t like your jerkoff face and I just don’t like you. Jerkoff. So I’m going to open a whole can of hurt on your precious fuckin’ hide, when I‘m done with you will fuckin’ wake up every morning and pray the pain in your soul goes away.”
She chuckles.
“Spoilers. It’s never gonna go I’m going to stomp you so hard POTUS is gonna feel it, you wanna brush me off as a tough girl too? Bitch I’m forged in bone-fide war and you’re going to discover real quick that you don’t win matches with me you fuckin’ survive that bitch. Simple as.”
She smirked.
“So come Friday, class is in session Vargas. I’m going to work you as are a reminder to everyone That you do not fuck with Amber Cooke.”
She stands a little straighter.
“I’d say good luck, but you need a fuckin miracle.”
Fade out.
Amber was sat on the edge of her seat during the events of Kane/Price watching them unfold as she stood up and about knocked a beer to the floor as Ethan did his thing and she cried out.
“YOU FUCKING TWO TIMING COCKSUCKER! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT SHIT?!”
Just out from one shoulder still sat down looking at the spilled mess of snacks and debris that Amber had knocked over, Diaz dryly managed to observe.
“Well, looks like King owns half the company now man. You should be happy he’s going to..”
Cooke slowly looked over one shoulder and looked positively offended.
“Have you eaten too many of Jimmy’s brownie’s man? Fuck now he’s gonna do shit with me! He’s got Air space on his hip who he’s gonna keep throwing at Her majesty until she folds and the odds? They’ll just keep stackin’ against her or anyone who comes close to challenging! Are you fuckin’ stupid? Nobody has a fuckin’ shot! Hell I practically gotta already fly my way back up after HalliKane beat my ass . You really think shit like this makes it any fuckin’ better? It’s BULLSHIT!”
Diaz held his hands up and he said.
“Yo, Cookie, Chill getting’ worked up ain’t gonna do shit is it?.”
Amber sighed and dropped down into her seat before she sighed and rubbed at her nose.
“I’m gonna do something I regret.”
Diaz chuckles a bit and is about to say something when Amber flipped Diaz the bird shoving her hand a bit and trying to pushing the offending finger into his face.
“Shut the fuck up Diaz.”
Diaz chuckles and slaps her hand out of his face a bit before commenting.
“Just stay true to you chica.”
Amber smirked just a little bit to stand and grab her jacket .
“Hey, what.? Where th’ fuck are you goin’ Cooke?”
Amber muttered to herself as she stretched up.
“Doin’ somethin’ stupid.”
She was at the car by the time Diaz was stumbling out the door engine revving as she pulled away leaving Diaz by himself as she growled.
The next door she knocked on opened to the somewhat stunned and confused face of Dawn Halliwell Amber didn’t even give her a second to speak.
“Look, business is business I get it but I’m only sat here right now because fuck the Kings. And their impending bullshit.”
Amber stuck her hand out and looked at Halliwell.
“I Might be a bitch, but I’m not a cheating bitch.”
Dawn just blinked, flabbergasted looking at the hand that was now hovering in front of her.
Fade in on Amber, her eyes peering intensely at the camera even as she looks disgruntled and sighed.
“So, she beat me. So fucking what? Let’s get the first order out of business out the fucking way.”
She manages a little curtsey in front of the camera stiff as all hell.
“All Fucking hail, you fucking earned it. There I said it.”
She nodded.
“Which leads me to business as usual, stomping the unworthy and trying to get back on the mountain, if I can do with recent events.”
She nods., her usual demeanor starting to seep out.
“Yeah, that’s right I said it , one look at this weeks card tells me exactly how shit is going to go down. I mean On his best day Spike would have run all over Ethan, problem is it’s not his best day, hasn’t been for some time and now he’s all but handed the keys over to King well fucking done.”
Amber claps the camera sarcastically.
“So that leaves the rest of us to do the work for you. Thanks, seems however that’s somebody was magnanimous enough to book my ass against Mercedes Vargas.”
She almost scoffs.
“Right yeah the chick that invoked Hunger games and then failed to capitalize against Gwen so that we can witness the screw job yet to unfurl, where was my invite huh? I guess you gotta mix shit up. It can’t be me and Dawn fighting all the time. So I gotta lace up and stomp down.”
A wrinkle of her nose, stretching out as she rolled her neck. Eyes sort of glancing at the ceiling as she keeps talking.
“You don’t impress me Vargas, Wright might be a weeb, but at least she saddles up, and I could beat her fair and square unlike Price-King who seems to think wedgies are the way to victory, but what else should expect from the airforce? What is this? Highschool?”
She shook her head again.
“Then there you who made error number one, You let Wright beat you.”
She chuckles a bit.
“Man, did you fuck up because if I mauled Wright then I’m going to absolutely fuckin’ ruin you, I don’t like your jerk off name, I don’t like your jerkoff face and I just don’t like you. Jerkoff. So I’m going to open a whole can of hurt on your precious fuckin’ hide, when I‘m done with you will fuckin’ wake up every morning and pray the pain in your soul goes away.”
She chuckles.
“Spoilers. It’s never gonna go I’m going to stomp you so hard POTUS is gonna feel it, you wanna brush me off as a tough girl too? Bitch I’m forged in bone-fide war and you’re going to discover real quick that you don’t win matches with me you fuckin’ survive that bitch. Simple as.”
She smirked.
“So come Friday, class is in session Vargas. I’m going to work you as are a reminder to everyone That you do not fuck with Amber Cooke.”
She stands a little straighter.
“I’d say good luck, but you need a fuckin miracle.”
Fade out.