Post by Gabrielle Visconty on Jan 10, 2019 20:33:12 GMT -6
The image opens on pandemonium. Sheer and utter pandemonium erupts as the camera feed is jostled around, unable to focus on anything. Loud music and people hooting and yelling can be heard as the image finally focuses on Gabrielle Visconty. She has a streamer of blood trickling down the right side of her face from her hairline, her blonde hair a mess and matted with blood. She is being carried over the shoulder of some unknown large man as it appears that she is being removed from a bar.
”Fuck you, Visconty. You suck!”
A female voice screeches from off camera. This seems to set Gabi off as she starts trying to escape the grasp of the man carrying her out.
”Come over here and say that to my face again, bitch! I swear to fucking God I'll bust them horse teeth right out of your cockwasher!!!”
”Gabs, calm down... You're going to get arrested.”
A momentary flashback. A brief flash into the minutes leading up to the current events that have landed 2019's Wrestler of the Year, Gabrielle Visconty in her current situation. It is going to happen, shut up.
**We see Gabi sitting at a table with a couple other females. They seem to be laughing and having a good time... Perhaps too good of a time. There are a large amount of empty shot glasses collected on their small table as the girls are getting quite rowdy. Suddenly a drink is tossed into the center of the girls table. There is the momentary “WTF?!” moment of shock from the girls as liquor splashes across them all. The camera pans to the left to spot another group of girls a couple tables away laughing and pointing at Gabi and her friends. A brief but sudden jump forward in time. Maybe 30 seconds or so... Or the amount of time it takes for President Mac to shine his bald head, and all the girls are in the midst of a melee. Tables are getting knocked over, drinks spilled, some hair extensions being forcefully removed, and Gabi being grabbed from behind by some unknown male; who is coping a cheap feel as he does. Gabi fires a back elbow into the guys face to remove Mr. Cheap-Feels off her. He falls back as Gabi turns towards him, the obvious expression of rage on her face, just in time to see a beer bottle skip off the top of her head. Gabi seems briefly stunned and then a small crimson streamer escapes her hair line. Gabi turns back to the direction the bottle came from. She takes off in a dead dash, hopping up onto a chair, then onto the table to come off with a diving forearm smash to a female, who can now be seen to indeed have horse teeth. Gabi and the horse toothed female go down in a pile. Hank, Gabi Samoan friend from school and bouncer at the club she is currently getting tossed out of, sorts through the mess to yank Gabi off horse teeth. He tosses her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing, and begins walking towards the front doors.**
Aaaaaand just like that, we are now back up to the current time.
”Put me down, ya big sack of shit!”
Gabi yells at Hank as people clear out of his way as if he was Moses parting the Red Sea. Not like standing in front of a six foot, seven inch man with a screaming banshee over his shoulder is a good idea, anyway.
”Nope.”
”Fucker! I owe that bitch some free dental work courtesy of Gabi Vee! Damn horse toothed Hussy hit me with a beer bottle!”
”You're a public figure... You can't be doing that shit in a bar. Besides, you're drunk as hell – AND - you have a match coming up.”
Gabi lets out a loud sigh as Hank nears the front door of the building.
”You're tossing me out?!”
”Yep. You're all getting 'tossed out' for fighting.”
Hank replies as he walks up to the door. He nods to another bouncer at the door before speaking to him.
”I'm taking Gabs into the back until we get this sorted out. See if the cops got called.”
The guy nods at Hank and moves off into the crowd. Hank opens a side door and slips inside, Gabi still over his shoulder. We have the front view of Hank, and ass view of Gabi, as he kicks the door shut behind him.
”We are going to hang out here unti...”
The unmistakable sound of someone puking interrupts Hank. He looks up at the ceiling, exhaling heavily.
”Please, please tell me that you just didn't hurl on me. Please!”
”I don't know what you are talking about.”
Gabi replies as we hear her coughing a bit before she spits. Hank slides her off his shoulder and sets her on a small couch in the corner of the room. He immediately starts trying to inspect himself for vomit. Gabi picks up a throw pillow and wipes her mouth on it before putting it back on the couch quickly.
”Aw dammit, Gabs! On my shirt, pants - AND – my favorite shoes. Perfect...”
”Pffft! I'm bleeding over here... Get me some vodka, I have to clean the wound!”
Gabi exclaims as she gingerly touches the top of her head.
”Nice try. The last thing you need is more alcohol.”
Hank takes a few quick sniffs and wrinkles up his face in disgust.
”Son-of-a... And it stinks too!!! Dammit, Gabs!”
Hanks reaction brings a chuckle from Gabi as she pulls her shirt up to wipe the blood off her face.
”Quit yer bellyaching.”
Hank pulls his shirt off and tosses it on the floor. He walks over to a set of lockers and pulls open the one marked 'Hank'. He pulls out another shirt and pulls it over his head. He looks back at Gabi, who is watching him intently with a devilish grin on her face.
”Take that back off and I'll tuck a dollar!”
”You're drunk.”
”That's mean... I'd prefer 'Happy Pirate'.”
Gabi laughs and then snorts, bringing a even harder laugh from her. About that time to door opens and the guy Hank talked to earlier pokes his head in. He makes the same wrinkled up face as he look at Hank.
”I know.”
Hank reassures him before he can speak his mind.
”Yo, man. No one is pressing charges, unless Gabi is wanting to.”
”Fuck that horse toothed whore!”
”I'd take that as a 'NO'.”
The two guys share a quick chuckle before the guy makes the disgusted face and slips back out quickly. Hank shakes his head and walks over to Gabi, sticking his hand out to her. Gabi slaps it away and attempts to stand, and fails.
”Quit pushing me back down on the couch, ya sack of shit!”
Hank scoops her off the couch and tosses her back over his shoulder. He moves back towards the door, careful to avoid the pool of puke on the floor. Slipping out of the room he heads for the front door. Stepping out into the late night Hawaiian air, he heads for a few parked cars at the side of the building. He hits the key fob he pulls out of his pocket to unlock a black Nissan Sentra. He puts a giggling Gabi in the front seat, and then walks around back, popping the trunk. He slips his vomit covered pants off and pulls on a pair of shorts before entering the drivers side.
”Your apartment or your parents house?”
Hank questions as he starts up the car. He looks over to see a passed out Gabi mouth breathing against the passenger side window. Hank shakes his head and sighs.
”Your parents house it is... I am sure your mom is going to be thrilled.”
Hank replies as he puts the car in gear and pulls out into traffic. The image fades as we hear the unmistakable sound of someone vomiting.
”Fuck you, Visconty. You suck!”
A female voice screeches from off camera. This seems to set Gabi off as she starts trying to escape the grasp of the man carrying her out.
”Come over here and say that to my face again, bitch! I swear to fucking God I'll bust them horse teeth right out of your cockwasher!!!”
”Gabs, calm down... You're going to get arrested.”
A momentary flashback. A brief flash into the minutes leading up to the current events that have landed 2019's Wrestler of the Year, Gabrielle Visconty in her current situation. It is going to happen, shut up.
**We see Gabi sitting at a table with a couple other females. They seem to be laughing and having a good time... Perhaps too good of a time. There are a large amount of empty shot glasses collected on their small table as the girls are getting quite rowdy. Suddenly a drink is tossed into the center of the girls table. There is the momentary “WTF?!” moment of shock from the girls as liquor splashes across them all. The camera pans to the left to spot another group of girls a couple tables away laughing and pointing at Gabi and her friends. A brief but sudden jump forward in time. Maybe 30 seconds or so... Or the amount of time it takes for President Mac to shine his bald head, and all the girls are in the midst of a melee. Tables are getting knocked over, drinks spilled, some hair extensions being forcefully removed, and Gabi being grabbed from behind by some unknown male; who is coping a cheap feel as he does. Gabi fires a back elbow into the guys face to remove Mr. Cheap-Feels off her. He falls back as Gabi turns towards him, the obvious expression of rage on her face, just in time to see a beer bottle skip off the top of her head. Gabi seems briefly stunned and then a small crimson streamer escapes her hair line. Gabi turns back to the direction the bottle came from. She takes off in a dead dash, hopping up onto a chair, then onto the table to come off with a diving forearm smash to a female, who can now be seen to indeed have horse teeth. Gabi and the horse toothed female go down in a pile. Hank, Gabi Samoan friend from school and bouncer at the club she is currently getting tossed out of, sorts through the mess to yank Gabi off horse teeth. He tosses her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing, and begins walking towards the front doors.**
Aaaaaand just like that, we are now back up to the current time.
”Put me down, ya big sack of shit!”
Gabi yells at Hank as people clear out of his way as if he was Moses parting the Red Sea. Not like standing in front of a six foot, seven inch man with a screaming banshee over his shoulder is a good idea, anyway.
”Nope.”
”Fucker! I owe that bitch some free dental work courtesy of Gabi Vee! Damn horse toothed Hussy hit me with a beer bottle!”
”You're a public figure... You can't be doing that shit in a bar. Besides, you're drunk as hell – AND - you have a match coming up.”
Gabi lets out a loud sigh as Hank nears the front door of the building.
”You're tossing me out?!”
”Yep. You're all getting 'tossed out' for fighting.”
Hank replies as he walks up to the door. He nods to another bouncer at the door before speaking to him.
”I'm taking Gabs into the back until we get this sorted out. See if the cops got called.”
The guy nods at Hank and moves off into the crowd. Hank opens a side door and slips inside, Gabi still over his shoulder. We have the front view of Hank, and ass view of Gabi, as he kicks the door shut behind him.
”We are going to hang out here unti...”
The unmistakable sound of someone puking interrupts Hank. He looks up at the ceiling, exhaling heavily.
”Please, please tell me that you just didn't hurl on me. Please!”
”I don't know what you are talking about.”
Gabi replies as we hear her coughing a bit before she spits. Hank slides her off his shoulder and sets her on a small couch in the corner of the room. He immediately starts trying to inspect himself for vomit. Gabi picks up a throw pillow and wipes her mouth on it before putting it back on the couch quickly.
”Aw dammit, Gabs! On my shirt, pants - AND – my favorite shoes. Perfect...”
”Pffft! I'm bleeding over here... Get me some vodka, I have to clean the wound!”
Gabi exclaims as she gingerly touches the top of her head.
”Nice try. The last thing you need is more alcohol.”
Hank takes a few quick sniffs and wrinkles up his face in disgust.
”Son-of-a... And it stinks too!!! Dammit, Gabs!”
Hanks reaction brings a chuckle from Gabi as she pulls her shirt up to wipe the blood off her face.
”Quit yer bellyaching.”
Hank pulls his shirt off and tosses it on the floor. He walks over to a set of lockers and pulls open the one marked 'Hank'. He pulls out another shirt and pulls it over his head. He looks back at Gabi, who is watching him intently with a devilish grin on her face.
”Take that back off and I'll tuck a dollar!”
”You're drunk.”
”That's mean... I'd prefer 'Happy Pirate'.”
Gabi laughs and then snorts, bringing a even harder laugh from her. About that time to door opens and the guy Hank talked to earlier pokes his head in. He makes the same wrinkled up face as he look at Hank.
”I know.”
Hank reassures him before he can speak his mind.
”Yo, man. No one is pressing charges, unless Gabi is wanting to.”
”Fuck that horse toothed whore!”
”I'd take that as a 'NO'.”
The two guys share a quick chuckle before the guy makes the disgusted face and slips back out quickly. Hank shakes his head and walks over to Gabi, sticking his hand out to her. Gabi slaps it away and attempts to stand, and fails.
”Quit pushing me back down on the couch, ya sack of shit!”
Hank scoops her off the couch and tosses her back over his shoulder. He moves back towards the door, careful to avoid the pool of puke on the floor. Slipping out of the room he heads for the front door. Stepping out into the late night Hawaiian air, he heads for a few parked cars at the side of the building. He hits the key fob he pulls out of his pocket to unlock a black Nissan Sentra. He puts a giggling Gabi in the front seat, and then walks around back, popping the trunk. He slips his vomit covered pants off and pulls on a pair of shorts before entering the drivers side.
”Your apartment or your parents house?”
Hank questions as he starts up the car. He looks over to see a passed out Gabi mouth breathing against the passenger side window. Hank shakes his head and sighs.
”Your parents house it is... I am sure your mom is going to be thrilled.”
Hank replies as he puts the car in gear and pulls out into traffic. The image fades as we hear the unmistakable sound of someone vomiting.
