Post by Kayla Winters on Aug 16, 2017 2:15:50 GMT -5
Boomer’s Cocktail Lounge, Long Beach California.
The camera’s scan around the bar and finds Christy Winters sitting with her feet on the table enjoying a glass of scotch, a crooked smile is across her face one of the bartenders walks over to where she is sitting.
Bartender: Ah, Miss would you mind taking your feet off the table.
Christy look at her with a glare in her eye.
Christy: Yes, I mind.
Christy picks up her glass which is now empty.
Christy: Now bring me another drink, and don’t ever speak to me like that again, got it.
The bartender walks over to the bar, the other bartender fills the glass.
Female Bartender: She’s is the rudest customer I’ve ever seen.
Male Bartender: Let it go, just carry her over her drink and say nothing.
Female Bartender: Who does she think she is.
Male Bartender: Do you really want to know who that is.
Female Bartender: Yeah.
Male Bartender: Christy Winters, and trust me the last thing you want to do is get on her bad side, the last woman that got her bad side in here, ended up with a broken jaw.
Christy lights a cigar, then looks over at the bar and waves for the bartender to bring her over her drink, The female bartender walks over and places her drink on the table.
Christy: Took you long enough.
Female Bartender: I’m sorry.
Christy: Like I fucking care.
Christy takes a big puff of her cigar then blows the smoke in the female bartenders face.
Female Bartender: That’s it it I don’t care who you are or who your family is, I’m not going to let anyone come here and act like a total bitch.
Christy slides her feet of the table and stands up, the bartender is slightly taller than her.
Christy: I can ruin just like this. *Christy snaps her fingers*, so you don’t get to tell me what I can and cannot do, *Christy picks up her drink and lowers it*. So shut your fucking mouth and bring me another drink.
Female Bartender: I going to have to ask you to leave now.
Christy: By you have some nerve don’t you. *Christy picks up her jacket*. I’m sick of this place anyway.
Christy tosses her jacket over her shoulder and walks out the door slamming it behind her.
The bar ends it service for the night all the patrons leave, leaving only the female bartender to clean and close up, as she enters from the back she see’s Christy behind the bar and she walks over, Christy give her a smile as she pours a glass of scotch.
Christy: A least this place has good scotch.
Bartender: How did you get back in here.
Christy: Here’s your first lesson, no door is ever closed to a Winters, and as much as would like to punch you in the face for disrespecting me, I’m not going to do that, and the reason why is i actually respect the fact that you spoke back to me, I found it kind of refreshing, you have no idea how many people are afraid to speak back to me just because of my last name, so you lucked out. *Christy looks at the name tag on the bartenders shirt.* Britney.
Christy puts another glass on the bar and pours another glass of scotch, Christy picks up her glass and waits for Britney to pick up the other, Britney picks up the glass and Christy gave it a quick clank, then lowers her drink.
Christy: Let me ask you something Britney, do you like working here.
Britney: It okay I don’t want to work here my whole life or anything like that.
Christy: Well I’m currently looking for a new personal assistant, that last one was a complete fucking moron, so if you're interested apply to Winters Media, the application is on the website.
Christy picks up her jacket and starts to walk out.
Britney: Are you gonna pay for those drinks.
Christy turns around and walks back and places a hundred dollar bill on the bar.
Christy: Keep the change.
Christy then leaves the bar.
A Few Days later, Winters Media Headquarters.
Britney is walking down the many hallways and turns left, a secretary is sitting behind a desk.
Can I help you.
Britney: Yeah, I’m here to apply for the personal assisant job, your site was down some I had the bring my resume here in person.
Yeah, we’ve been having problems with the new operating system, I you could take a seat I’ll see if Ms. Winters is available.
The secretary knocks then enters Christy’s office, Christy is sitting behind her desk, and look up from her computer.
Christy: What.
There’s some girl out there who is applying for the personal assistant job, here’s her resume.
Christy looks it over quickly.
Christy: Check and see if she’s still out there, if she is send her in.
The secretary steps out of the office.
Ms. Winters will see you now.
Britney stands up and walks into the office, Christy is behind her desk and asks britney to sit.
Christy: So, Ms. Fraser, you're applying for the personal assistant job, two of the last three quit because they couldn’t handle the pressure and one was a complete moron, so why should I hire you.
Britney: I’m used to working in a high stress situations.
Christy: According to your resume you're a bartender at Boomer’s Cocktail Lounge, you're a high school graduate, but never went to college, and you have none of the qualifications necessary to do this job, so I ask you again why should I hire you.
Britney: Because I’m determined, and willing to learn on the fly, and I'm really good at Multi-tasking.
Christy looks over Britney’s resume once again.
Christy: Under special skills your wrote ask for demonstration, so show me your special skill.
Britney climbs under the table and crawls over to Christy who looks down at her.
Christy: What do you think you're doing.
Britney: you ask for a demonstration of my special skill.
Christy: And you think going down on me is going to get you the job, I sure you're probably good at at, but that won’t get you the job.
Britney then returns from under the table and sits down.
Christy: Well after the rather awkward moment, I think this interview is over, my secretary will show you out.
Britney stands up and walks out of the office, Christy walks behind her, Britney walks past the desk, and down the hall.
Christy: Another one with a special skill.
Well If you don’t hire her can I have her.
Christy: No we're not a dating service.
Christy then walks back into her office and closes the door. Britney is out of the building and walking to her car she opens the door and climbs as as a text come through.
Come Back After Hours.
A few hours later Britney is back inside the Winters Media building, she walks down the hall to the Office with Christy’s name on it, she knocks on the door.
Come in.
Britney walks in and Christy is sitting on her desk, a bottle of scotch and two glasses are on the desk next to her, she pours two glasses as Britney walks over.
Christy: I brought you back here to tell you you're hired.
Britney: Thank-you, I won’t disappointed you.
Christy hand her a glass.
Christy: Here to new opportunities.
Britney and Christy clank glasses Christy takes a sip then place her glass on the desk, and looks at Brittany with a smile.
Christy: Now how about you demonstrate that special skill of yours.
Britney place her glass in the desk and smiles at Christy, the scene fades as Britney is dropping down.
A few more days later.
Clinch, knees strikes.
The scene opens with a training session with Christy and Grace, Christy clinches a training dummy and drills it with knees.
Okay now some combos, Left jab right cross left uppercut, then right jab, left hook, right uppercut.
Christy’s quick combos rock the training dummy and she’s know starting to work up quite a sweat, Britney retrieves a water from Christy’s bag opens it and hands it to Christy.
Christy: Thank-you.
Britney sits down and texts on her phone.
So that’s your new personal assistant huh, she’s cute.
Christy: Before you ask it’s strictly a boss employee relationship.
Okay, so now for some grappling.
Christy and Grace engage in some grappling, then into some wrestling inside the boxing ring, after several hours the training session ends.
Christy: Alright great workout, I see you tomorrow.
Britney picks up Christy’s bag and they walk to the door and exit the gym.
Grace: Strictly Boss, employees my ass.
A few hours later, Christy and Britney are standing on the deck of the Queen Mary. Britney is using her phone to record Christy.
Christy: So the blowhard angels wanna fight huh, one hold barred falls count anywhere, well you got it, but be careful what you wish for, because Kayla and I we love a good fight, she’s more disciplined than me, Me I just go straight ahead, full speed, so stop signs.
Christy takes a few steps around the deck.
Christy: At Queen Of The Ring, it's the blowhard angels versus the The dynasty, tag team titles on the line, ladies you will find out what i’m really capable of, no holds barred that’s right in my wheelhouse, and I get to do whatever the fuck I want, and believe me there’s nothing I won’t do to put your two obnoxious, overbearing Jersey shithole bitches in the fucking hospital, who the fuck actually chooses to live in a fucking shothole like New Jersey.
Christy walks around some more as Britney follows her.
Christy: Farrah, Zoey, it like this, you played right into our hands, we got under your skin and you reacted exactly how we wanted you to with your emotions, and your walking into a fight that you can’t or won't win, at Queen Of The Ring, Kayla and I will beat you up, and beat you down, and when we're done, we’ll be walking out of Vegas the Law Tag Team champions, and you two won’t be walking at all.
Christy takes one last look into the camera.
Christy: let the bodies hit the floor.
Christy flashes a cut throat gesture and the screen fades to Black.
The camera’s scan around the bar and finds Christy Winters sitting with her feet on the table enjoying a glass of scotch, a crooked smile is across her face one of the bartenders walks over to where she is sitting.
Bartender: Ah, Miss would you mind taking your feet off the table.
Christy look at her with a glare in her eye.
Christy: Yes, I mind.
Christy picks up her glass which is now empty.
Christy: Now bring me another drink, and don’t ever speak to me like that again, got it.
The bartender walks over to the bar, the other bartender fills the glass.
Female Bartender: She’s is the rudest customer I’ve ever seen.
Male Bartender: Let it go, just carry her over her drink and say nothing.
Female Bartender: Who does she think she is.
Male Bartender: Do you really want to know who that is.
Female Bartender: Yeah.
Male Bartender: Christy Winters, and trust me the last thing you want to do is get on her bad side, the last woman that got her bad side in here, ended up with a broken jaw.
Christy lights a cigar, then looks over at the bar and waves for the bartender to bring her over her drink, The female bartender walks over and places her drink on the table.
Christy: Took you long enough.
Female Bartender: I’m sorry.
Christy: Like I fucking care.
Christy takes a big puff of her cigar then blows the smoke in the female bartenders face.
Female Bartender: That’s it it I don’t care who you are or who your family is, I’m not going to let anyone come here and act like a total bitch.
Christy slides her feet of the table and stands up, the bartender is slightly taller than her.
Christy: I can ruin just like this. *Christy snaps her fingers*, so you don’t get to tell me what I can and cannot do, *Christy picks up her drink and lowers it*. So shut your fucking mouth and bring me another drink.
Female Bartender: I going to have to ask you to leave now.
Christy: By you have some nerve don’t you. *Christy picks up her jacket*. I’m sick of this place anyway.
Christy tosses her jacket over her shoulder and walks out the door slamming it behind her.
The bar ends it service for the night all the patrons leave, leaving only the female bartender to clean and close up, as she enters from the back she see’s Christy behind the bar and she walks over, Christy give her a smile as she pours a glass of scotch.
Christy: A least this place has good scotch.
Bartender: How did you get back in here.
Christy: Here’s your first lesson, no door is ever closed to a Winters, and as much as would like to punch you in the face for disrespecting me, I’m not going to do that, and the reason why is i actually respect the fact that you spoke back to me, I found it kind of refreshing, you have no idea how many people are afraid to speak back to me just because of my last name, so you lucked out. *Christy looks at the name tag on the bartenders shirt.* Britney.
Christy puts another glass on the bar and pours another glass of scotch, Christy picks up her glass and waits for Britney to pick up the other, Britney picks up the glass and Christy gave it a quick clank, then lowers her drink.
Christy: Let me ask you something Britney, do you like working here.
Britney: It okay I don’t want to work here my whole life or anything like that.
Christy: Well I’m currently looking for a new personal assistant, that last one was a complete fucking moron, so if you're interested apply to Winters Media, the application is on the website.
Christy picks up her jacket and starts to walk out.
Britney: Are you gonna pay for those drinks.
Christy turns around and walks back and places a hundred dollar bill on the bar.
Christy: Keep the change.
Christy then leaves the bar.
A Few Days later, Winters Media Headquarters.
Britney is walking down the many hallways and turns left, a secretary is sitting behind a desk.
Can I help you.
Britney: Yeah, I’m here to apply for the personal assisant job, your site was down some I had the bring my resume here in person.
Yeah, we’ve been having problems with the new operating system, I you could take a seat I’ll see if Ms. Winters is available.
The secretary knocks then enters Christy’s office, Christy is sitting behind her desk, and look up from her computer.
Christy: What.
There’s some girl out there who is applying for the personal assistant job, here’s her resume.
Christy looks it over quickly.
Christy: Check and see if she’s still out there, if she is send her in.
The secretary steps out of the office.
Ms. Winters will see you now.
Britney stands up and walks into the office, Christy is behind her desk and asks britney to sit.
Christy: So, Ms. Fraser, you're applying for the personal assistant job, two of the last three quit because they couldn’t handle the pressure and one was a complete moron, so why should I hire you.
Britney: I’m used to working in a high stress situations.
Christy: According to your resume you're a bartender at Boomer’s Cocktail Lounge, you're a high school graduate, but never went to college, and you have none of the qualifications necessary to do this job, so I ask you again why should I hire you.
Britney: Because I’m determined, and willing to learn on the fly, and I'm really good at Multi-tasking.
Christy looks over Britney’s resume once again.
Christy: Under special skills your wrote ask for demonstration, so show me your special skill.
Britney climbs under the table and crawls over to Christy who looks down at her.
Christy: What do you think you're doing.
Britney: you ask for a demonstration of my special skill.
Christy: And you think going down on me is going to get you the job, I sure you're probably good at at, but that won’t get you the job.
Britney then returns from under the table and sits down.
Christy: Well after the rather awkward moment, I think this interview is over, my secretary will show you out.
Britney stands up and walks out of the office, Christy walks behind her, Britney walks past the desk, and down the hall.
Christy: Another one with a special skill.
Well If you don’t hire her can I have her.
Christy: No we're not a dating service.
Christy then walks back into her office and closes the door. Britney is out of the building and walking to her car she opens the door and climbs as as a text come through.
Come Back After Hours.
A few hours later Britney is back inside the Winters Media building, she walks down the hall to the Office with Christy’s name on it, she knocks on the door.
Come in.
Britney walks in and Christy is sitting on her desk, a bottle of scotch and two glasses are on the desk next to her, she pours two glasses as Britney walks over.
Christy: I brought you back here to tell you you're hired.
Britney: Thank-you, I won’t disappointed you.
Christy hand her a glass.
Christy: Here to new opportunities.
Britney and Christy clank glasses Christy takes a sip then place her glass on the desk, and looks at Brittany with a smile.
Christy: Now how about you demonstrate that special skill of yours.
Britney place her glass in the desk and smiles at Christy, the scene fades as Britney is dropping down.
A few more days later.
Clinch, knees strikes.
The scene opens with a training session with Christy and Grace, Christy clinches a training dummy and drills it with knees.
Okay now some combos, Left jab right cross left uppercut, then right jab, left hook, right uppercut.
Christy’s quick combos rock the training dummy and she’s know starting to work up quite a sweat, Britney retrieves a water from Christy’s bag opens it and hands it to Christy.
Christy: Thank-you.
Britney sits down and texts on her phone.
So that’s your new personal assistant huh, she’s cute.
Christy: Before you ask it’s strictly a boss employee relationship.
Okay, so now for some grappling.
Christy and Grace engage in some grappling, then into some wrestling inside the boxing ring, after several hours the training session ends.
Christy: Alright great workout, I see you tomorrow.
Britney picks up Christy’s bag and they walk to the door and exit the gym.
Grace: Strictly Boss, employees my ass.
A few hours later, Christy and Britney are standing on the deck of the Queen Mary. Britney is using her phone to record Christy.
Christy: So the blowhard angels wanna fight huh, one hold barred falls count anywhere, well you got it, but be careful what you wish for, because Kayla and I we love a good fight, she’s more disciplined than me, Me I just go straight ahead, full speed, so stop signs.
Christy takes a few steps around the deck.
Christy: At Queen Of The Ring, it's the blowhard angels versus the The dynasty, tag team titles on the line, ladies you will find out what i’m really capable of, no holds barred that’s right in my wheelhouse, and I get to do whatever the fuck I want, and believe me there’s nothing I won’t do to put your two obnoxious, overbearing Jersey shithole bitches in the fucking hospital, who the fuck actually chooses to live in a fucking shothole like New Jersey.
Christy walks around some more as Britney follows her.
Christy: Farrah, Zoey, it like this, you played right into our hands, we got under your skin and you reacted exactly how we wanted you to with your emotions, and your walking into a fight that you can’t or won't win, at Queen Of The Ring, Kayla and I will beat you up, and beat you down, and when we're done, we’ll be walking out of Vegas the Law Tag Team champions, and you two won’t be walking at all.
Christy takes one last look into the camera.
Christy: let the bodies hit the floor.
Christy flashes a cut throat gesture and the screen fades to Black.