Post by Kayla Winters on May 18, 2017 3:30:11 GMT -5
Cook’s Corner Trabuco Canyon California.
Christy pulls into the parking lot looking for a place to park, finally parking next to a couple of baggers. Christy removes her helmet and gloves and walks inside, the place is almost crowded as she walks to the bar and orders a Miller Lite and opts to sit at the bar and take in the scene and mind her own business, she stayed until closing time drinking moderately. As she is preparing to leave a large biker chick walks over, Christy was a little intimidated but was ready to fight if needed.
Biker Chick: Hey cool ride.
Christy: Thanks.
Biker Chick: Custom Harley.
Christy: Custom yes, Harley no, actually I built this bike from scratch.
Biker Chick: Really.
Christy: Yeah, I have a bike shop in Long Beach, Christy’s Speed Shop, we build custom bikes for any type of rider and every bike is built in the shop, no outside vendors.
Biker Chick: So you built this entire bike.
Christy: Yeah, I designed it and built it every part you see was built in my shop, and my shop is the only one in the world that builds alternative fuel bikes, completely environment-friendly.
Biker Chick: So no gasoline.
Christy: Yes they burn gasoline, but we have a patent, on a device kind of like a catalytic converter, the exception being that it burns converts all the harmful chemicals, nothing that comes through the exhaust is harmful to people or the environment.
Biker Chick: Amazing.
Christy reaches into the pocket of her jacket and pulls out a card.
Christy: If you're ever in Long Beach drop by I’ll give you a tour, and maybe attempt to sell you a bike.
Biker Chick: I might take you up on that, my names Darlene Presley by the way.
Christy shakes Darlene’s extended hand.
Christy: Christy Winter’s, nice to fucking meet you.
Darlene: Well it was nice to meet, but I have to be on my way.
Christy: No problem.
Darlene walks back over to her bike and drives off, Christy fires up her bike and heads for Long Beach.
Christy’s House the next day.
Christy and Grace are working on some striking techniques.
Grace: We're getting there, soon your feet will be as fast as your hands.
Christy: Okay.
Grace runs Christy through a few more striking drills then some ground work, then sit on the back patio and enjoy a few cold beer.
Grace: So Kayla kinda snapped in her last match.
Christy: Yeah, and I loved it, you could see the rage in her eyes, the first Special K was enough, Kayla could have just beaten Jessika right there, but we all saw what happened, Special K number two, Malibu Neck Wrench, goodnight Jessika Hyde nice fucking knowing ya. If a slap on the ass can put Kayla in a fiery rage, I might just start slapping her on the ass during matches.
Grace: And what was the whole scene after the match, with Jessika, Karyn, and Katalina Starr.
Christy: Who the fuck knows what's happening with those nutjobs.
Grace: Exactly. Anyway, I’m going to bed, I’ll see you in the morning.
Christy: Alright.
Grace leaves and Christy look into the beer case and pulls out the remaining two beer.
Christy: Can’t let you go to waste.
Christy finished the beer and head off to bed. The next morning after enjoying breakfast, Grace leaves to head off to her other job as head of security for Winter’s Media. Christy is later seen cruising on the chopper destination unknown, Christy arrives at her desired location she removes her helmet and takes a drink of water.
Christy: it’s been a while hasn’t it, but to be honest I haven’t missed any of you when you're Christy Winter’s pretty much everyone is beneath me.
The camera pans around to see Christy somewhere pretty desolate.
Christy: When I need to get any from being a billionaire heiress, bike builder and future CEO of Winter’s Media, I come here to Death Valley, most people think I crazy, but trust me I’m not Jessika Hyde, my mental facilities are fully intact, for wanting to come to this place, but I like it.
Christy cracks her neck.
Christy: Another thing I like is beating people up, and at Validation that what I intend to do beat some bitches up. Naughty Girls, you were the most dominate team in Law history until you chose to lay down for the Blowhard Angels, and what’s the goal of the Naughty Girls to try and eliminate the tag team division, so the Blowhard Angels can claim their the greatest tag team in history, sorry but that’s not going to happen, Katalina, Katie, you can bring all the slaves or whatever you call them and it won’t make any fucking difference, Kayla and I can run through every single one of them, and Grace, she’s always looking for a reason to punch someone in the face. Naughty Girls your time has come, and at Validation, The Dynasty will the final nail in the coffin of your careers and San Antonio will be your final resting place and the rise of the Dynasty will begin, See you bitches in Texas.
Christy fires up her choppers and drives off.
Christy pulls into the parking lot looking for a place to park, finally parking next to a couple of baggers. Christy removes her helmet and gloves and walks inside, the place is almost crowded as she walks to the bar and orders a Miller Lite and opts to sit at the bar and take in the scene and mind her own business, she stayed until closing time drinking moderately. As she is preparing to leave a large biker chick walks over, Christy was a little intimidated but was ready to fight if needed.
Biker Chick: Hey cool ride.
Christy: Thanks.
Biker Chick: Custom Harley.
Christy: Custom yes, Harley no, actually I built this bike from scratch.
Biker Chick: Really.
Christy: Yeah, I have a bike shop in Long Beach, Christy’s Speed Shop, we build custom bikes for any type of rider and every bike is built in the shop, no outside vendors.
Biker Chick: So you built this entire bike.
Christy: Yeah, I designed it and built it every part you see was built in my shop, and my shop is the only one in the world that builds alternative fuel bikes, completely environment-friendly.
Biker Chick: So no gasoline.
Christy: Yes they burn gasoline, but we have a patent, on a device kind of like a catalytic converter, the exception being that it burns converts all the harmful chemicals, nothing that comes through the exhaust is harmful to people or the environment.
Biker Chick: Amazing.
Christy reaches into the pocket of her jacket and pulls out a card.
Christy: If you're ever in Long Beach drop by I’ll give you a tour, and maybe attempt to sell you a bike.
Biker Chick: I might take you up on that, my names Darlene Presley by the way.
Christy shakes Darlene’s extended hand.
Christy: Christy Winter’s, nice to fucking meet you.
Darlene: Well it was nice to meet, but I have to be on my way.
Christy: No problem.
Darlene walks back over to her bike and drives off, Christy fires up her bike and heads for Long Beach.
Christy’s House the next day.
Christy and Grace are working on some striking techniques.
Grace: We're getting there, soon your feet will be as fast as your hands.
Christy: Okay.
Grace runs Christy through a few more striking drills then some ground work, then sit on the back patio and enjoy a few cold beer.
Grace: So Kayla kinda snapped in her last match.
Christy: Yeah, and I loved it, you could see the rage in her eyes, the first Special K was enough, Kayla could have just beaten Jessika right there, but we all saw what happened, Special K number two, Malibu Neck Wrench, goodnight Jessika Hyde nice fucking knowing ya. If a slap on the ass can put Kayla in a fiery rage, I might just start slapping her on the ass during matches.
Grace: And what was the whole scene after the match, with Jessika, Karyn, and Katalina Starr.
Christy: Who the fuck knows what's happening with those nutjobs.
Grace: Exactly. Anyway, I’m going to bed, I’ll see you in the morning.
Christy: Alright.
Grace leaves and Christy look into the beer case and pulls out the remaining two beer.
Christy: Can’t let you go to waste.
Christy finished the beer and head off to bed. The next morning after enjoying breakfast, Grace leaves to head off to her other job as head of security for Winter’s Media. Christy is later seen cruising on the chopper destination unknown, Christy arrives at her desired location she removes her helmet and takes a drink of water.
Christy: it’s been a while hasn’t it, but to be honest I haven’t missed any of you when you're Christy Winter’s pretty much everyone is beneath me.
The camera pans around to see Christy somewhere pretty desolate.
Christy: When I need to get any from being a billionaire heiress, bike builder and future CEO of Winter’s Media, I come here to Death Valley, most people think I crazy, but trust me I’m not Jessika Hyde, my mental facilities are fully intact, for wanting to come to this place, but I like it.
Christy cracks her neck.
Christy: Another thing I like is beating people up, and at Validation that what I intend to do beat some bitches up. Naughty Girls, you were the most dominate team in Law history until you chose to lay down for the Blowhard Angels, and what’s the goal of the Naughty Girls to try and eliminate the tag team division, so the Blowhard Angels can claim their the greatest tag team in history, sorry but that’s not going to happen, Katalina, Katie, you can bring all the slaves or whatever you call them and it won’t make any fucking difference, Kayla and I can run through every single one of them, and Grace, she’s always looking for a reason to punch someone in the face. Naughty Girls your time has come, and at Validation, The Dynasty will the final nail in the coffin of your careers and San Antonio will be your final resting place and the rise of the Dynasty will begin, See you bitches in Texas.
Christy fires up her choppers and drives off.