Post by Deleted on May 17, 2019 10:57:00 GMT -8
We open with a wide shot of a rundown bar, the place had seen better days, the paint on the walls was cracked, most of the chairs were missing legs, and there was a huge chunk missing out of the center of the bar itself. Standing behind the bar, looking pretty distracted, by god only knows what, is Dona Rotten. She holds a tumbler in her hand, with an amber colored liquid, and a few ice cubes. The Toxic Knockout raises the glass into the air, and then downs the drink, before slamming the glass down onto the bar, making a loud thud in the process.
Dona: Sativa, Marilyn, whatever you want to be called these days. It looks like we have a date, you, and I. But, this ain’t going to be wine and roses, I like ya, Mary, but I damn sure don’t like ya like that. Nah, this is going to be two women, going all out, until one of them can’t get up off of that fucking mat.
Dona turns and scans the shelves behind her, her eyes float along the bottles. As she looks to see what didn’t completely suck, and what bottles weren’t mostly empty, she hums quietly, her hands resting on her hips casually. With a sharp snap of her fingers, Dona pulls down a bottle, pops the top off of it, and empties the contents into her tumbler. Once full, Dona picks up the glass, and begins to nurse the drink, whilst carrying on with her point.
Dona: I get it, you’re going to come at me hard, and you’re probably going to try to take my head off. That’s fine, I respect that, hell, I fucking expect that. I’d be goddamn offended if you didn’t. Just means you’re taking me seriously, as you very well should. I don’t pussyfoot around out there, Mary. You know that, and if you don’t, you’re gonna find out.
Dona finishes her drink, and pops an ice cube in her mouth, she crunches it in between her teeth, and tilts her head from side to side, seeming unusually casual. Her face scrunches up a little, and she spits out a mouthful of ice, that for whatever reason, had turned green.
Dona: Fuck, I hate when that happens. Comes with the territory I guess.
The Toxic Knockout cackles wildly, a faraway look in her eyes, almost as if she doesn’t even realize she’s doing it. Without warning, she snaps back to calm, and cranes her neck, her face turning to glare into the lens of the camera. A lingering silence, almost to the point of being uncomfortable, this was dead air, and Dona did not seem to give one bit of a fuck about that. Finally, a coy grin creeps across her painted face, and Venom leans towards the camera.
Dona: I’m really REALLY, looking forward to this. We’ve talked about what this would be like, Mary. We’ve poured over the what if’s, the hypothetical situations, the how woulds yous. Now, NOW we take this talk out of theory, and we bring it into reality. And it is about fucking time, now, I know you aren’t some damn pushover, and you know I ain’t either. I hope you try to break something, I hope you try to bust me up, Mary. I want you at your nastiest, bring that confidence, try to end me, make me work for this win. You are a tough bitch, of that I have absolutely no doubt, but I’m still going to test that to the limit. Win, lose, or draw, know this, one of us is going down, and they won’t be getting up under their own power. All that’s left now? Let’s determine just who the hell that’s going to be, yeah?
Dona grabs her tumbler, and goes to take a drink, but it’s empty at this point. This causes her to shout obscenities, and sling the glass across the room, where it hits a wall, and shattering upon impact. This act gets another fit of laughter from Dona as the screen fades to black.
Dona: Sativa, Marilyn, whatever you want to be called these days. It looks like we have a date, you, and I. But, this ain’t going to be wine and roses, I like ya, Mary, but I damn sure don’t like ya like that. Nah, this is going to be two women, going all out, until one of them can’t get up off of that fucking mat.
Dona turns and scans the shelves behind her, her eyes float along the bottles. As she looks to see what didn’t completely suck, and what bottles weren’t mostly empty, she hums quietly, her hands resting on her hips casually. With a sharp snap of her fingers, Dona pulls down a bottle, pops the top off of it, and empties the contents into her tumbler. Once full, Dona picks up the glass, and begins to nurse the drink, whilst carrying on with her point.
Dona: I get it, you’re going to come at me hard, and you’re probably going to try to take my head off. That’s fine, I respect that, hell, I fucking expect that. I’d be goddamn offended if you didn’t. Just means you’re taking me seriously, as you very well should. I don’t pussyfoot around out there, Mary. You know that, and if you don’t, you’re gonna find out.
Dona finishes her drink, and pops an ice cube in her mouth, she crunches it in between her teeth, and tilts her head from side to side, seeming unusually casual. Her face scrunches up a little, and she spits out a mouthful of ice, that for whatever reason, had turned green.
Dona: Fuck, I hate when that happens. Comes with the territory I guess.
The Toxic Knockout cackles wildly, a faraway look in her eyes, almost as if she doesn’t even realize she’s doing it. Without warning, she snaps back to calm, and cranes her neck, her face turning to glare into the lens of the camera. A lingering silence, almost to the point of being uncomfortable, this was dead air, and Dona did not seem to give one bit of a fuck about that. Finally, a coy grin creeps across her painted face, and Venom leans towards the camera.
Dona: I’m really REALLY, looking forward to this. We’ve talked about what this would be like, Mary. We’ve poured over the what if’s, the hypothetical situations, the how woulds yous. Now, NOW we take this talk out of theory, and we bring it into reality. And it is about fucking time, now, I know you aren’t some damn pushover, and you know I ain’t either. I hope you try to break something, I hope you try to bust me up, Mary. I want you at your nastiest, bring that confidence, try to end me, make me work for this win. You are a tough bitch, of that I have absolutely no doubt, but I’m still going to test that to the limit. Win, lose, or draw, know this, one of us is going down, and they won’t be getting up under their own power. All that’s left now? Let’s determine just who the hell that’s going to be, yeah?
Dona grabs her tumbler, and goes to take a drink, but it’s empty at this point. This causes her to shout obscenities, and sling the glass across the room, where it hits a wall, and shattering upon impact. This act gets another fit of laughter from Dona as the screen fades to black.
