Post by alexyin on Aug 22, 2015 18:43:38 GMT -5
Whilst G 305 may have been all about the stylish club life, nothing could be further from the truth for The Sisterhood, Dana and Dinah O'Connell. Having arrived in Boston, the two twins sisters had also taken to a drinking hole, but this time the much more down-at-home, Mulligan's, a typically tough bar where even the surliest of patrons would probably think twice before stepping up to the O'Connell sisters.
Dinah: Man, this sucks. I mean, this really sucks. We promise a revolution and then at every turn there's bitches who keep getting lucky on us. I swear, it's a conspiracy. Dupree's been pumping our opponents with steroids. You won't catch me poisoning my body that way.
Without a second thought, Dinah downs a whole glass of beer as Dana looks on in astonishment.
Dana: Maybe if you drank a little less and trained a little more we'd be more succesful.
Dinah: Let me think about that.
Dinah turns away and pats a beefy-looking guy on the shoulder.
Dinah: Hey, buddy.
The man turns to face her as Dinah socks him in the face. He hits the ground and is instantly out cold.
Dinah: Wrong again, little sister.
Dana: Actually, we never did find out who was younger.
Dinah: Well I have more mature features whilst you look like...
Dinah winces after looking at Dana.
Dinah: Dad must have been ugly as hell. Thank god I took after mom.
Dinah downs another drink,
Dana: Yeah, I can see the resembalance.
Dinah: Listen, alcohol is my super power. That and weed. Ever see me fight when I'm not intoxicated?
Dana: I don't think I've seen you not intoxicated in any situation.
Dinah: I'm more like you. Boring, I guess. But after a couple of brewskis, I'm dropping hoes from Maine to California.
Dana: Yeah, well, just focus on Boston.
Dinah: Of course! Boston!
Dinah suddenly throws a glass of beer to the floor, startling the other drinkers as she climbs onto the bar,
Dinah: Wazzzzup!?
Dana just face palms as her sister makes a show of herself.
Dinah: Boston! I would like to introduce myself. I am Dinah O'Connell of...
Dinah suddenly looks down at Dana with a slightly bewildered expression.
Dana: County Claire, I think.
Dinah: County Claire! Listen up! A couple of hundred years ago or something, my ancestors came to America from Ireland because they knew that this is the greatest country in the world!
Surprisingly the crowd start cheering.
Dinah: But ever since the first day an O'Connell set foot on American shores, there has always been a longing for the old country. Yes, it's Irish blood that runs through these veins! Irish through and through!
Dana suddenly climbs onto the bar, a little embarassed.
Dana: Actually, we're part-Polish.
Dinah: *whispering to Dana* We'll save that for Pittsburgh.
Dana: Then how do you explain O'Connell?
Dinah: I don't know, Machowski. How do we? Such an idiot.
Dana: They weren't my biological parents, that's coincide-
Drinker: Get on with it!
Dinah: Alright! See, me and my sister have to fight a war soon. We have to go into battle and we will fight proudly for our nation! Not just the O'Connells, but the O'Haras, the Murphys, the Hennesseys, the Fitzpatricks...
Dana: The Irish, basically.
Dinah: Our opponents, the G 305. I mean, what the hell is that!? I think the cops pulled me pver for one of those last night! Either that or it's Terminator's gimp!
Dana is now practically pulling Dinah off of the bar.
Dinah: Those girls may be of the club scene with their fake tits and Kardashian asses, but we don't care. I'll pop those implants like a kid with an air rifle at a balloon factory high on Red Bull.
The crowd are cheering louder as Dana starts to get into the spirit.
Dana: We're not glamour kittens! We're warriors! We're fighters not afraid of blood, dirt and sweat but they will be running scared and telling the world of the horrors the Sisterhood inflicted on them as they limp their permanently broken bodies home. They won't be partying anymore!
The two sisters high-five.
Dinah: Not after we-
Suddenly, there's a cut to black a d a card reading "Five Minutes Later" in very formal writing. We then cut back to the bar as the usually rowdy and tough drinkers are now mostly pale and frightened, a couple or trying not to be sick. One is openly sobbing.
Dinah: ...and then the one's still sort of alive, we'll pick her up and give her a Sudanese Death Candle! That's where you take a set of pliers and their toenails and you-
Dana: I think that's enough.
Dinah: Really? I've got a lot more.
Dana: I think you lost them at forcing Kylie and Angelica to eat their partner's severed ears.
Dinah: Really? That's the best part. Y'know, that and the whole eyelid removal thing.
Dana: I think someone fainted during that bit.
Dinah: Never a fun time unless someone passes out.
Dana: Usually you.
Dinah just shrugs the comment off. Dinah then breaks another glass. Taking a shard of glass she scrapes the words Angelica Ward and Kylie Fox R.I.P as Dana turns and adresses the camera.
Dana: In all seriousness G 305, if you're bored by us, you're dumber than you look, which I guess is an achievement. You shouldn't be bored. You should be scared.
Dinah: As in Blair Witch Project camcorder, snot running down the nose as you're crying scared. Oh, and get to feeling that way quickly; because once you're in the ring, you won't have time to be scared. You'll just be suffering. Sweet dreams, dead girls.
Dinah and Dana stride out of the bar, and away from the devastated drinkers as we fade to black.
Dinah: Man, this sucks. I mean, this really sucks. We promise a revolution and then at every turn there's bitches who keep getting lucky on us. I swear, it's a conspiracy. Dupree's been pumping our opponents with steroids. You won't catch me poisoning my body that way.
Without a second thought, Dinah downs a whole glass of beer as Dana looks on in astonishment.
Dana: Maybe if you drank a little less and trained a little more we'd be more succesful.
Dinah: Let me think about that.
Dinah turns away and pats a beefy-looking guy on the shoulder.
Dinah: Hey, buddy.
The man turns to face her as Dinah socks him in the face. He hits the ground and is instantly out cold.
Dinah: Wrong again, little sister.
Dana: Actually, we never did find out who was younger.
Dinah: Well I have more mature features whilst you look like...
Dinah winces after looking at Dana.
Dinah: Dad must have been ugly as hell. Thank god I took after mom.
Dinah downs another drink,
Dana: Yeah, I can see the resembalance.
Dinah: Listen, alcohol is my super power. That and weed. Ever see me fight when I'm not intoxicated?
Dana: I don't think I've seen you not intoxicated in any situation.
Dinah: I'm more like you. Boring, I guess. But after a couple of brewskis, I'm dropping hoes from Maine to California.
Dana: Yeah, well, just focus on Boston.
Dinah: Of course! Boston!
Dinah suddenly throws a glass of beer to the floor, startling the other drinkers as she climbs onto the bar,
Dinah: Wazzzzup!?
Dana just face palms as her sister makes a show of herself.
Dinah: Boston! I would like to introduce myself. I am Dinah O'Connell of...
Dinah suddenly looks down at Dana with a slightly bewildered expression.
Dana: County Claire, I think.
Dinah: County Claire! Listen up! A couple of hundred years ago or something, my ancestors came to America from Ireland because they knew that this is the greatest country in the world!
Surprisingly the crowd start cheering.
Dinah: But ever since the first day an O'Connell set foot on American shores, there has always been a longing for the old country. Yes, it's Irish blood that runs through these veins! Irish through and through!
Dana suddenly climbs onto the bar, a little embarassed.
Dana: Actually, we're part-Polish.
Dinah: *whispering to Dana* We'll save that for Pittsburgh.
Dana: Then how do you explain O'Connell?
Dinah: I don't know, Machowski. How do we? Such an idiot.
Dana: They weren't my biological parents, that's coincide-
Drinker: Get on with it!
Dinah: Alright! See, me and my sister have to fight a war soon. We have to go into battle and we will fight proudly for our nation! Not just the O'Connells, but the O'Haras, the Murphys, the Hennesseys, the Fitzpatricks...
Dana: The Irish, basically.
Dinah: Our opponents, the G 305. I mean, what the hell is that!? I think the cops pulled me pver for one of those last night! Either that or it's Terminator's gimp!
Dana is now practically pulling Dinah off of the bar.
Dinah: Those girls may be of the club scene with their fake tits and Kardashian asses, but we don't care. I'll pop those implants like a kid with an air rifle at a balloon factory high on Red Bull.
The crowd are cheering louder as Dana starts to get into the spirit.
Dana: We're not glamour kittens! We're warriors! We're fighters not afraid of blood, dirt and sweat but they will be running scared and telling the world of the horrors the Sisterhood inflicted on them as they limp their permanently broken bodies home. They won't be partying anymore!
The two sisters high-five.
Dinah: Not after we-
Suddenly, there's a cut to black a d a card reading "Five Minutes Later" in very formal writing. We then cut back to the bar as the usually rowdy and tough drinkers are now mostly pale and frightened, a couple or trying not to be sick. One is openly sobbing.
Dinah: ...and then the one's still sort of alive, we'll pick her up and give her a Sudanese Death Candle! That's where you take a set of pliers and their toenails and you-
Dana: I think that's enough.
Dinah: Really? I've got a lot more.
Dana: I think you lost them at forcing Kylie and Angelica to eat their partner's severed ears.
Dinah: Really? That's the best part. Y'know, that and the whole eyelid removal thing.
Dana: I think someone fainted during that bit.
Dinah: Never a fun time unless someone passes out.
Dana: Usually you.
Dinah just shrugs the comment off. Dinah then breaks another glass. Taking a shard of glass she scrapes the words Angelica Ward and Kylie Fox R.I.P as Dana turns and adresses the camera.
Dana: In all seriousness G 305, if you're bored by us, you're dumber than you look, which I guess is an achievement. You shouldn't be bored. You should be scared.
Dinah: As in Blair Witch Project camcorder, snot running down the nose as you're crying scared. Oh, and get to feeling that way quickly; because once you're in the ring, you won't have time to be scared. You'll just be suffering. Sweet dreams, dead girls.
Dinah and Dana stride out of the bar, and away from the devastated drinkers as we fade to black.