Post by Dakota Jennings on Dec 16, 2018 14:41:09 GMT -5
Looking back into the ring and seeing Zombie’s raised hand made Dakota physically sick to the stomach, first a dodgy referee decision, then being denied a hard fought win by that Siberian bitch was nearly enough to push her over the edge as Brodie ran passed her. Well, that chance was gone and how she wanted to be the one to get back into that ring and give Zombie exactly what she deserved. Instead, she had to settle for having to at least muster a smile as Zombie took stomp after stomp. That’s what you get for stealing my win you cheap bitch was her only thought at that moment in time.
As she made her way back up the entryway, she saw it, the thing that was going to bring about a slight change in Dakota, and edge.
A fan, a fat one at that, was actually pointing at her……And laughing.
Some fat fuck was actually going to laugh at HER? She who had just had a win stolen from her? Dakota marched up the fan and thankfully, off camera, flipped him the bird and told him to shut the fuck up before disappearing behind the curtain and into the gorilla position.
Now, that was where it should have ended, except, there she was, Emily Burlingame, the last person she wanted to see right now.
”Dakota, can I just get a second of your time, we have seen pictures online of Cross with a new……”
Dakota rared up on her, nearly bringing her hand to the poor woman’s throat before common sense took over, there was no way she could afford the fine, not with the loser’s purse of the fight fee. It was bad enough that she was going to have to fork out the money for the flight back to the US, without then being fined for reckless actions. Instead, she turned on her, nearly barking at her.
”Do you really think I give a fuck about which little whore is spreading her legs for him? I am sick and fucking tired of not being taken seriously around this place. Contrary to popular belief, I am not just Cross Recoba’s cheap cast off! Now get outta my sight before you really regret it!”
Emily knew better and backed off, leaving Dakota to get into her rental car and speed out of the arena in a fog of taillights, on route to one of the local public houses.
As she made her way back up the entryway, she saw it, the thing that was going to bring about a slight change in Dakota, and edge.
A fan, a fat one at that, was actually pointing at her……And laughing.
Some fat fuck was actually going to laugh at HER? She who had just had a win stolen from her? Dakota marched up the fan and thankfully, off camera, flipped him the bird and told him to shut the fuck up before disappearing behind the curtain and into the gorilla position.
Now, that was where it should have ended, except, there she was, Emily Burlingame, the last person she wanted to see right now.
”Dakota, can I just get a second of your time, we have seen pictures online of Cross with a new……”
Dakota rared up on her, nearly bringing her hand to the poor woman’s throat before common sense took over, there was no way she could afford the fine, not with the loser’s purse of the fight fee. It was bad enough that she was going to have to fork out the money for the flight back to the US, without then being fined for reckless actions. Instead, she turned on her, nearly barking at her.
”Do you really think I give a fuck about which little whore is spreading her legs for him? I am sick and fucking tired of not being taken seriously around this place. Contrary to popular belief, I am not just Cross Recoba’s cheap cast off! Now get outta my sight before you really regret it!”
Emily knew better and backed off, leaving Dakota to get into her rental car and speed out of the arena in a fog of taillights, on route to one of the local public houses.