Post by Kayla Winters on Oct 21, 2017 3:25:24 GMT -5
Long Beach California, Christy Winters mansion.
Christy and Britney are packing for their vacation in Hawaii, they’re not really packing much in the way of clothing, so the packing is moving along rather quickly.
Christy: Don’t forget to pack that sexy Floral Bikini that I like.
Britney smiles at Christy as she walks out of view, Britney continues with the packing, when all of a sudden.
Are you fucking kidding me?
Christy is on her phone, talking to someone and well she ain’t too happy.
Christy: If this is a fucking rib Kayla, I swear to god I punch you in the fucking mouth.
Christy continues her conversation with Kayla which contains a large amount of profanity, she pounds her phone as she hangs up the phone.
Christy: Well it looks like a vacation is off, instead of going to the Family estate in Hawaii, were headed to fucking Chicago.
Britney: Why babe.
Christy: Because Megan Helms-King of Megan King-Helms, whatever the fuck her name is changed Kayla’s match and instead of Kayla having the wipe the mat with Katie Fucking Klein, the match is now, Katie and that nutjob Jessika versus The Dynasty, So call the airport and tell them to change the fucking flight plan.
Christy storms off spewing more profanities, Britney finishes the packing as Christy came back still in a foul mood, she looks at Britney who doesn’t know how to react to this version of Christy. Christy looks Britney up and down.
Christy: Take your clothes off, now.
Britney doesn’t at first and Christy gets a little testy.
Christy: I’m not gonna ask twice.
Britney begins to undress and is not going fast enough for Christy.
Christy: Oh, for fuck's sake.
Christy walks over and tosses Britney on the bed, Britney kinda smiles as Christy looks down at her.
Christy: Sometimes If you want something done you have to do it yourself.
Christy then leaps on top of Britney.
Christy and Britney are under the blankets, breathing heavy and sweating, Britney is staring at the ceiling, as Christy enjoys a cigar.
Britney: Can you get pissed like that more often, because that was fantastic.
Christy: I can't make any promises babe.
Christy and Britney load their bags into Christy’s Range Rover and makes the drive to Malibu and arrive at Kayla’s Beach house and if you thought Christy was pissed off, you hadn't seen anything, Christy steps of the Range Rover as Kayla exits the house.
Kayla: Can you believe this shit.
Christy: Yeah what the fuck.
Kayla: Yeah I cut a fucking promo on Katie then this fucking shit happens, I swear to god If LAW is trying to piss me off they’re doing a great fucking job.
Kayla, Christy, and Britney walk into the house Grace stops her push-ups and stands up, Kayla pulls a twelve pack form the fridge and the four Dynasty members make their way to the patio, Kayla and Christy crack a beer.
Kayla: The nerve of that bitch changing my match without even notifying me.
Grace: When we get to Chicago, want me to take her out back and beat the shit out of her.
Christy: Nah, but a good idea though.
Christy and Kayla make quick work of the twelve pack.
Christy: And now we're out of beer, this day just keeps getting worst.
Kayla: I think I have scotch here somewhere, that good stuff the dad keeps hidden in his liquor cabinet.
Kayla gets up and returns with some of Marshall Winters finest scotch, Britney pours fours shots, they raise their glasses in the air, then chugs the shots.
Christy: This is good stuff.
The day moves into the night and Christy stands up, she grabs Britney by the hand and they enter the house, Kayla and Grace have one final drink then call it a night, Kayla laughs as she passes by what has become Christy’s room, hearing Christy and Kayla going at it. She walks down the hall and enters her bedroom.
Christy and Kayla are inside their penthouse, Grace is doing pushups, and Britney had just gotten out of the shower. Christy runs her hand through her professionally styled mohawk.
Christy: You know what really pisses me off.
Christy pauses for a moment.
Christy: Shit like this, I was busy preparing for a vacation to our estate in Hawaii, you know, sit by the pool and check out my hot girlfriend in her bikini, but am I doing that, fuck no, instead I’m here in Chicago having to deal with two fucking wastes of space. Jessika lets face the facts your a complete nutjob maybe its a good thing that Katalina keeps you on a lease, then again maybe that lease keeps you from getting fucking destroyed, I really don’t give fuck Jessika you and Katie trust me I wouldn’t want to be either of you and having to stand across to ring from the Dynasty.
Kayla: Katie, I already addressed you once so you know how I feel but for those idiots who didn’t see that, let me inform them of what about to happen, The Dynasty is gonna kill you, not literally of course, but you know what I mean, there’s nothing gonna save you not Candi not that other chick, not your mistress and not even Lucas Dupree or Megan Helms-King.
Christy: People who have crossed our parents in the past have lived to regret it, and both of you, well you’ve pissed Kayla and me off and for that, we have to fucking end the both of you.
Kayla: So have Katalina prepare your funerals.
Kayla begins to pace around the room.
Kayla: Fuck I need a drink.
End.
Christy and Britney are packing for their vacation in Hawaii, they’re not really packing much in the way of clothing, so the packing is moving along rather quickly.
Christy: Don’t forget to pack that sexy Floral Bikini that I like.
Britney smiles at Christy as she walks out of view, Britney continues with the packing, when all of a sudden.
Are you fucking kidding me?
Christy is on her phone, talking to someone and well she ain’t too happy.
Christy: If this is a fucking rib Kayla, I swear to god I punch you in the fucking mouth.
Christy continues her conversation with Kayla which contains a large amount of profanity, she pounds her phone as she hangs up the phone.
Christy: Well it looks like a vacation is off, instead of going to the Family estate in Hawaii, were headed to fucking Chicago.
Britney: Why babe.
Christy: Because Megan Helms-King of Megan King-Helms, whatever the fuck her name is changed Kayla’s match and instead of Kayla having the wipe the mat with Katie Fucking Klein, the match is now, Katie and that nutjob Jessika versus The Dynasty, So call the airport and tell them to change the fucking flight plan.
Christy storms off spewing more profanities, Britney finishes the packing as Christy came back still in a foul mood, she looks at Britney who doesn’t know how to react to this version of Christy. Christy looks Britney up and down.
Christy: Take your clothes off, now.
Britney doesn’t at first and Christy gets a little testy.
Christy: I’m not gonna ask twice.
Britney begins to undress and is not going fast enough for Christy.
Christy: Oh, for fuck's sake.
Christy walks over and tosses Britney on the bed, Britney kinda smiles as Christy looks down at her.
Christy: Sometimes If you want something done you have to do it yourself.
Christy then leaps on top of Britney.
Christy and Britney are under the blankets, breathing heavy and sweating, Britney is staring at the ceiling, as Christy enjoys a cigar.
Britney: Can you get pissed like that more often, because that was fantastic.
Christy: I can't make any promises babe.
Christy and Britney load their bags into Christy’s Range Rover and makes the drive to Malibu and arrive at Kayla’s Beach house and if you thought Christy was pissed off, you hadn't seen anything, Christy steps of the Range Rover as Kayla exits the house.
Kayla: Can you believe this shit.
Christy: Yeah what the fuck.
Kayla: Yeah I cut a fucking promo on Katie then this fucking shit happens, I swear to god If LAW is trying to piss me off they’re doing a great fucking job.
Kayla, Christy, and Britney walk into the house Grace stops her push-ups and stands up, Kayla pulls a twelve pack form the fridge and the four Dynasty members make their way to the patio, Kayla and Christy crack a beer.
Kayla: The nerve of that bitch changing my match without even notifying me.
Grace: When we get to Chicago, want me to take her out back and beat the shit out of her.
Christy: Nah, but a good idea though.
Christy and Kayla make quick work of the twelve pack.
Christy: And now we're out of beer, this day just keeps getting worst.
Kayla: I think I have scotch here somewhere, that good stuff the dad keeps hidden in his liquor cabinet.
Kayla gets up and returns with some of Marshall Winters finest scotch, Britney pours fours shots, they raise their glasses in the air, then chugs the shots.
Christy: This is good stuff.
The day moves into the night and Christy stands up, she grabs Britney by the hand and they enter the house, Kayla and Grace have one final drink then call it a night, Kayla laughs as she passes by what has become Christy’s room, hearing Christy and Kayla going at it. She walks down the hall and enters her bedroom.
Christy and Kayla are inside their penthouse, Grace is doing pushups, and Britney had just gotten out of the shower. Christy runs her hand through her professionally styled mohawk.
Christy: You know what really pisses me off.
Christy pauses for a moment.
Christy: Shit like this, I was busy preparing for a vacation to our estate in Hawaii, you know, sit by the pool and check out my hot girlfriend in her bikini, but am I doing that, fuck no, instead I’m here in Chicago having to deal with two fucking wastes of space. Jessika lets face the facts your a complete nutjob maybe its a good thing that Katalina keeps you on a lease, then again maybe that lease keeps you from getting fucking destroyed, I really don’t give fuck Jessika you and Katie trust me I wouldn’t want to be either of you and having to stand across to ring from the Dynasty.
Kayla: Katie, I already addressed you once so you know how I feel but for those idiots who didn’t see that, let me inform them of what about to happen, The Dynasty is gonna kill you, not literally of course, but you know what I mean, there’s nothing gonna save you not Candi not that other chick, not your mistress and not even Lucas Dupree or Megan Helms-King.
Christy: People who have crossed our parents in the past have lived to regret it, and both of you, well you’ve pissed Kayla and me off and for that, we have to fucking end the both of you.
Kayla: So have Katalina prepare your funerals.
Kayla begins to pace around the room.
Kayla: Fuck I need a drink.
End.