Bonding & Chick Stuff (704 Words)
Jan 10, 2017 18:53:14 GMT -5
Post by sasso on Jan 10, 2017 18:53:14 GMT -5
Amanda Johnson has just finished drying her hands when she feels a tap on her shoulder, one that makes her jump a proverbial mile. She holds her chest, trying to slow her heartrate down as the bathroom's air dryer-- whose noise likely made it a lot easier to be snuck up on-- dies out and a familiar voice states, "Hey."
The interviewer turns so she's standing at an uncomfortable close face to face distance with 3GW performer Gabi Beltran. As she tries to squirm backward -- not having much luck due to her close proximity to the wall-- Amanda asks, "Uh, Gabi? You know we weren't scheduled for an interview until later, right?" A few sharp breaths later, she adds, "You startled me."
"Oh no, not here for an interview. Just needed someone to talk to. You're my best friend around this place.." A few moments pass with Gabi's stone faced expression unchanging, "I'm a powder keg of emotions right now."
Johnson adopts a quizzical expression, "... Why did you bring a camera crew with you then? "
"In case I accidentally choke you out again; need the footage to review so I can defend myself in --" Her voice trails off and she shakes her head, " Nevermind, not important; come on let's talk." While keeping a vice-like grip on Amanda's shoulder, Gabi walks her over to the middle of the restroom floor and sits down cross legged, pulling the interviewer down to a seated position with her.
"So ummm, what's on your mind?" Amanda asks, realizing it might be best to just get this talk going, so it can be over with--obviously saying no isn't going to work.
"Thanks for asking; feel stagnant. Beat Kent last week, but sounded like people weren't impressed with it. Gotta make people want to see it if I'm gonna get paid to knock people out. Lost in the Guns Cup I entered myself in. Guy I lost too is good and all, Mitchell, but pissed at myself. Tapped out twice to the same hold; made the same mistake twice. It's like I'm going in circles nowhere."
"I thought you were happy as long you're fighting though?"
"Can't get bigger, better fights if I'm in stuck in place."
Johnson adopts a contemplative look, "Maybe try shaking up your routine? Find new interv --"
"No, that's a dumb idea." Gabi matter of factly states, "Can't just change who I am because things aren't working, I'm not Mercy Williams. " A beat passes, "The broad seems kind of unstable, messed in the head. All 'I don't want friends' shoving her old friend down. Telling Peaches playing by the rules doesn't get you anywhere, even though her more successful former friend --one who eliminated her from the Rumble-- does just that. It's crazy talk, Amanda."
"Well maybe --" Amanda stops her thought, as she realizes that Gabi is no longer squeezing her shoulder, looking up to see Beltran in a stall standing on a toilet while lifting up a ceiling panel.
"Forgot to sweep for bugs, Hideo probably knows where I work by now, keep going."
Deciding against asking why she's checking to see if a videotaped conversation is being bugged and recorded, Amanda obliges, "--you should channel those feelings towards Mercy for your match. Use someone who represents what you don't want to be to focus on breaking the glass ceiling. Not to mention she does have a pretty high profile, despite her up and down record."
Turning, Gabi stares down at Amanda, staring intensely before finally answering,"That's not a stupid idea, thanks. I'll send her straight to Hell to meet her maker, then when I'm set to finish the deal, whisper 'thanks for the mammaries'."
Amanda blinks, "Did you just make a pun?"
"Tried something new after all, just a small thing, it's a play on words."
"Yeah, I--"
"Mammaries instead of memories; because she's got large breasts."
"Got it."
Gabi gives an uncomfortable lip quiver that fails in its attempt to form a half-smile several times before her face eventually settles into its natural blank expression, "Cool; later." With that, she hoists herself up through the displaced ceiling panel, out of sight, leaving the shellshocked interviewer behind.
The interviewer turns so she's standing at an uncomfortable close face to face distance with 3GW performer Gabi Beltran. As she tries to squirm backward -- not having much luck due to her close proximity to the wall-- Amanda asks, "Uh, Gabi? You know we weren't scheduled for an interview until later, right?" A few sharp breaths later, she adds, "You startled me."
"Oh no, not here for an interview. Just needed someone to talk to. You're my best friend around this place.." A few moments pass with Gabi's stone faced expression unchanging, "I'm a powder keg of emotions right now."
Johnson adopts a quizzical expression, "... Why did you bring a camera crew with you then? "
"In case I accidentally choke you out again; need the footage to review so I can defend myself in --" Her voice trails off and she shakes her head, " Nevermind, not important; come on let's talk." While keeping a vice-like grip on Amanda's shoulder, Gabi walks her over to the middle of the restroom floor and sits down cross legged, pulling the interviewer down to a seated position with her.
"So ummm, what's on your mind?" Amanda asks, realizing it might be best to just get this talk going, so it can be over with--obviously saying no isn't going to work.
"Thanks for asking; feel stagnant. Beat Kent last week, but sounded like people weren't impressed with it. Gotta make people want to see it if I'm gonna get paid to knock people out. Lost in the Guns Cup I entered myself in. Guy I lost too is good and all, Mitchell, but pissed at myself. Tapped out twice to the same hold; made the same mistake twice. It's like I'm going in circles nowhere."
"I thought you were happy as long you're fighting though?"
"Can't get bigger, better fights if I'm in stuck in place."
Johnson adopts a contemplative look, "Maybe try shaking up your routine? Find new interv --"
"No, that's a dumb idea." Gabi matter of factly states, "Can't just change who I am because things aren't working, I'm not Mercy Williams. " A beat passes, "The broad seems kind of unstable, messed in the head. All 'I don't want friends' shoving her old friend down. Telling Peaches playing by the rules doesn't get you anywhere, even though her more successful former friend --one who eliminated her from the Rumble-- does just that. It's crazy talk, Amanda."
"Well maybe --" Amanda stops her thought, as she realizes that Gabi is no longer squeezing her shoulder, looking up to see Beltran in a stall standing on a toilet while lifting up a ceiling panel.
"Forgot to sweep for bugs, Hideo probably knows where I work by now, keep going."
Deciding against asking why she's checking to see if a videotaped conversation is being bugged and recorded, Amanda obliges, "--you should channel those feelings towards Mercy for your match. Use someone who represents what you don't want to be to focus on breaking the glass ceiling. Not to mention she does have a pretty high profile, despite her up and down record."
Turning, Gabi stares down at Amanda, staring intensely before finally answering,"That's not a stupid idea, thanks. I'll send her straight to Hell to meet her maker, then when I'm set to finish the deal, whisper 'thanks for the mammaries'."
Amanda blinks, "Did you just make a pun?"
"Tried something new after all, just a small thing, it's a play on words."
"Yeah, I--"
"Mammaries instead of memories; because she's got large breasts."
"Got it."
Gabi gives an uncomfortable lip quiver that fails in its attempt to form a half-smile several times before her face eventually settles into its natural blank expression, "Cool; later." With that, she hoists herself up through the displaced ceiling panel, out of sight, leaving the shellshocked interviewer behind.