Post by Christy Winters on Jun 17, 2023 3:04:45 GMT -5
Syrene California.
Brittany and Kayla enter the Syrene county fair.
Kayla: I hate crowds.
Brittany: I’ll add it to the list of things that Kayla Winters hates.
Two plus size women walk past them. Kayla smirks as she gives them a look.
Kayla: I don’t hate that.
Brittany smiled as rolled her eyes.
Kayla: Let’s find Christy, I’m sure she is around here somewhere.
A couple walks up to them, carrying bowls of chili.
Woman: You have to try the Mexican Chili.
Man: Yeah, it’s the best chili I’ve ever eaten.
Brittany: Mexican Chili.
Guy: Yeah, the tattooed chick has a booth, and no offense but if she doesn’t win the chili cook-off, the damn cook-off is rigged.
Kayla: Where is the booth?
Woman: Over near the beer tent.
Brittany: Okay thanks.
Man: No problem.
Brittany and Kayla head towards the beer tent, as they get close they notice the chili cook off booths, one in particular.
Christy’s Mexican chili which has a long line.
As they get closer, a guy is spooning chili into his mouth.
Man: This Mexican chili, you have to try it.
Brittany; Yeah we’ve been told that already.
Man: Cool.
As the line starts to shorten, Kayla and Brittany see Christy spooning chili into bowls and eerie thoughts come to mind.
Brittany: You’re not thinking what I’m thinking are you.
Kayla: That Christy murdered a Mexican person, and put them in the chili, nah not thinking that at all.
Brittany and Kayla reach Christy’s booth.
Christy: Oh hey, want to try the chili.
Kayla: I think I’ll pass.
Brittany: Me, too.
A woman walks up to the booth.
Woman: Can I get another bowl please, your chili is incredible.
Christy smiles.
Christy: Thank-you I’m glad you like it.
Christy fills her bowl and she walks off. Christy looks at her sister and Brittany.
Christy: What?
Kayla: Let’s walk over there.
Kayla points to the parking lot.
Christy: Um, okay, Brittany look after the booth.
Brittany: Um, I'm not sure I want to.
Christy: Well I can’t close the booth and the chili cook-off winner is soon to be named, so look after the booth, while I see what Kayla wants.
Brittany reluctantly steps in the booth as Kayla and Christy walk to the parking lot.
Christy: So what?
Kayla: Please tell me you didn’t murder a Mexican person and put them in your chili.
Christy: Whoa, hold up that’s what you pulled me away from the cook-off for, no I didn’t murder anyone and put them in the chili, Jesus Kayla why would you think that.
Kayla: Past history.
Christy: I get that, for the record it’s grandma Rita’s recipe with my own special touches, I promise you no Mexicans were murdered and put in the chili.
Kayla: Okay if you say so.
Christy: I say so, now let’s get back the winner of the chili cook-off is going to be named any minute.
Kayla: Okay.
Kayla walked ahead of Christy as they headed back inside. Christy checked her sister out. The sisters arrive back at the booth, as a woman with a microphone is standing on the stage.
Woman: And now to the Chili cook-off, in third place, Syrene ladder company co.17
member of the company accept their prize
Woman: In second place, Momma Myrtle’s restaurant.
Momma Myrtle accepts her prize.
Woman: And the winner of the Chili cook-off, Christy Winters with her Mexican chili.
Christy walks onto the stage and accepts her trophy and the $1000 dollar prize, then steps off the stage, walking over to Brittany and Kayla.
Kayla: Well shit you actually won.
Christy: Yeah I guess so, those fireman guys had a great chili though. Let’s pack the rest of this up.
As the clean up is continuing, Christy noticed a woman going to each booth gathering the leftover food, and walked over to her booth.
Woman: Hey, I’m Jenny, if you're going to throw the rest of your chili out, I was wondering if I could have it to take home with me.
Christy: Sure take it.
Jenny: Oh thank-you very much.
Jenny takes the leftover chili and walks towards her minivan. Christy motions for one of the fair workers who walks over.
Christy: What’s her story?
Worker: She is here at all these fairs, she gathers all the leftover food to take home with her, she’s had it rough since her husband passed away, she works several jobs to make ends meet.
Christy: I see.
Brittany: You know a thousand dollars could really help her you know.
Christy smiles and walked over to Jenny who was packing the leftover food into her minivan.
Christy: Let me help you with that.
Jenny: Thank-you, I know people think I’m pathetic coming to these things to basically bum food, But things have been rough since my husband past
Christy: One of the workers told me.
Christy looks at the thousand dollars in her hand.
Christy: If you don’t mind me asking what your husband did for a living.
Jenny: He served in the army, he was killed in Iraq.
Christy put the money in her jeans pocket.
Christy: Sorry to hear that.
Jenny: Thank-you.
Christy: Good luck to you.
Christy then headed back to Kayla and Christy.
Brittany: I bet she was thankful for the thousand dollars
Christy: You mean the thousand dollars in my pocket.
Brittany: You didn’t give her the money, why would you not do that.
Christy: I was going to give her the money until she mentioned her husband was in the military.
Brittany: Why would that make any difference.
Christy: I have my reasons.
Christy then walks towards her truck.
Brittany: Why would Christy not want to help out someone who needs it, I mean your husband served this country, I’ll ask Christy about it back at the house.
Kayla: No, it’s best to let it go.
Brittany: You know about her reason too.
Kayla: Yeah and I’m not going to tell you why either
Christy is at her truck as Kayla and Brittany walk over to her, a man walks you to them.
Man: Excuse me Miss Winters, there’s two people from wounded warriors that would like to speak with you.
Christy: I’m sorry but I have another appointment I have to get too.
Man: It will be only a few minutes to speak to them.
Christy: Yeah, no, I really can’t miss this appointment.
Man: Okay, I’ll tell them you have another appointment.
Christy: Yeah you do that.
The man walks off.
Brittany: You don’t have any appointment today, no reason why you can’t speak to them.
Christy climbed in her truck.
Christy: Leave it alone.
Christy then sped off.
Brittany: I don’t understand.
Kayla: It’s a sore subject, so best to leave it and not push it any further.
Several days.
Where is he, Christy?
He’s down here.
Christy, Kayla and Brittany are at the Vietnam War Memorial
They walk down and find the name on the wall, Christy and Kayla become a little emotional as they place their hands on the name.
Brittany: Who is Marcus Cullen?
Christy: Our uncle.
Kayla: And the only family member who actually was not a part of all the stuff that happened to Christy.
Christy: He was the best god damn uncle a person could have.
Kayla: An honorable man.
A person comes up to the sisters and Brittany.
Visiting hours have ended ladies.
The overseer from the national parks service walked up.
Kayla and Christy have been granted extra time.
Okay, apologies ladies.
The overseer and the person leave, leaving only the sisters and Brittany.
Christy: Nakita, I want to stare at this name, Marcus Cullen was our uncle who unlike all those loser hippies and coward draft dodgers was actually honored to be drafted and be given the opportunity to serve his county, and unlike you he saw actually combat, your toughest combat was loading drunk soldiers into your jeep after a night at the officers mess. My uncle saw his comrades die every fucking day, he served his time and was glad to return home, only for the Army, the government and the American people to turn their backs him and everyone who returned from the war, My uncle was a real soldier, you Nakita were nothing more than a highly trained security guard.
Christy wipes the sweat from her forehead.
Nakita, I’ve heard all the stories about marines being bad asses, but their not I’ve seen people at our night club kick marines asses on a regular basis, the toughest of marines is a propaganda recruiting tool, all fucking hype, but don’t get me wrong Nakita I can respect what you’ve done in a wrestling ring, as for being a former marine, I don’t respect you for that.
Christy takes a few deep breaths.
My Uncle told me the reason we lost in Vietnam was we underestimated the environment and we underestimated the Viet Cong, Nakita I’m a lot likethe viet cong people always been underestimated me, they don’t see a five foot two one hundred twenty five woman as any real threat, I enjoy proving people wrong Nakita. Nakita I’ve done things that would make you shit your pants, I have no fear of you Nakita, and I get my chance to destroy a marine and I’m going to do that Nakita, you believe in honor and discipline and all that other crap you were taught in Marine training, Nakita when the bell rings, your marine training won’t mean shit, your wrestling training won’t mean shit, Nakita I’m going to expose you as a complete fucking fraud, and I’ll lose no sleep after doing it. Nakita I want everyone in the arena to be behind you, I want all the fans to boo me out of the building, and I want everyone in the building leaving the arena wondering how a nobody like me destroyed a former U.S marine. Nakita you're everything I hate about America, a god damn entitled post-millennial generation Z asshole who thinks their shit don’t stink, and in your case you think you're a hero to people, first lieutenant Marcus Cullen was a hero, you're a pretender.
Kayla: It's getting late. Can you wrap this up?
Christy: Nakita I end with this, bring all of your marine training bring whatever you learned from Chris Matthews and Everett Aloni, bring everything you fucking got, then feel the realization of getting you ass kicked by me. Semper Fi Nakita, no Semper Fuck You.
Brittany and Kayla enter the Syrene county fair.
Kayla: I hate crowds.
Brittany: I’ll add it to the list of things that Kayla Winters hates.
Two plus size women walk past them. Kayla smirks as she gives them a look.
Kayla: I don’t hate that.
Brittany smiled as rolled her eyes.
Kayla: Let’s find Christy, I’m sure she is around here somewhere.
A couple walks up to them, carrying bowls of chili.
Woman: You have to try the Mexican Chili.
Man: Yeah, it’s the best chili I’ve ever eaten.
Brittany: Mexican Chili.
Guy: Yeah, the tattooed chick has a booth, and no offense but if she doesn’t win the chili cook-off, the damn cook-off is rigged.
Kayla: Where is the booth?
Woman: Over near the beer tent.
Brittany: Okay thanks.
Man: No problem.
Brittany and Kayla head towards the beer tent, as they get close they notice the chili cook off booths, one in particular.
Christy’s Mexican chili which has a long line.
As they get closer, a guy is spooning chili into his mouth.
Man: This Mexican chili, you have to try it.
Brittany; Yeah we’ve been told that already.
Man: Cool.
As the line starts to shorten, Kayla and Brittany see Christy spooning chili into bowls and eerie thoughts come to mind.
Brittany: You’re not thinking what I’m thinking are you.
Kayla: That Christy murdered a Mexican person, and put them in the chili, nah not thinking that at all.
Brittany and Kayla reach Christy’s booth.
Christy: Oh hey, want to try the chili.
Kayla: I think I’ll pass.
Brittany: Me, too.
A woman walks up to the booth.
Woman: Can I get another bowl please, your chili is incredible.
Christy smiles.
Christy: Thank-you I’m glad you like it.
Christy fills her bowl and she walks off. Christy looks at her sister and Brittany.
Christy: What?
Kayla: Let’s walk over there.
Kayla points to the parking lot.
Christy: Um, okay, Brittany look after the booth.
Brittany: Um, I'm not sure I want to.
Christy: Well I can’t close the booth and the chili cook-off winner is soon to be named, so look after the booth, while I see what Kayla wants.
Brittany reluctantly steps in the booth as Kayla and Christy walk to the parking lot.
Christy: So what?
Kayla: Please tell me you didn’t murder a Mexican person and put them in your chili.
Christy: Whoa, hold up that’s what you pulled me away from the cook-off for, no I didn’t murder anyone and put them in the chili, Jesus Kayla why would you think that.
Kayla: Past history.
Christy: I get that, for the record it’s grandma Rita’s recipe with my own special touches, I promise you no Mexicans were murdered and put in the chili.
Kayla: Okay if you say so.
Christy: I say so, now let’s get back the winner of the chili cook-off is going to be named any minute.
Kayla: Okay.
Kayla walked ahead of Christy as they headed back inside. Christy checked her sister out. The sisters arrive back at the booth, as a woman with a microphone is standing on the stage.
Woman: And now to the Chili cook-off, in third place, Syrene ladder company co.17
member of the company accept their prize
Woman: In second place, Momma Myrtle’s restaurant.
Momma Myrtle accepts her prize.
Woman: And the winner of the Chili cook-off, Christy Winters with her Mexican chili.
Christy walks onto the stage and accepts her trophy and the $1000 dollar prize, then steps off the stage, walking over to Brittany and Kayla.
Kayla: Well shit you actually won.
Christy: Yeah I guess so, those fireman guys had a great chili though. Let’s pack the rest of this up.
As the clean up is continuing, Christy noticed a woman going to each booth gathering the leftover food, and walked over to her booth.
Woman: Hey, I’m Jenny, if you're going to throw the rest of your chili out, I was wondering if I could have it to take home with me.
Christy: Sure take it.
Jenny: Oh thank-you very much.
Jenny takes the leftover chili and walks towards her minivan. Christy motions for one of the fair workers who walks over.
Christy: What’s her story?
Worker: She is here at all these fairs, she gathers all the leftover food to take home with her, she’s had it rough since her husband passed away, she works several jobs to make ends meet.
Christy: I see.
Brittany: You know a thousand dollars could really help her you know.
Christy smiles and walked over to Jenny who was packing the leftover food into her minivan.
Christy: Let me help you with that.
Jenny: Thank-you, I know people think I’m pathetic coming to these things to basically bum food, But things have been rough since my husband past
Christy: One of the workers told me.
Christy looks at the thousand dollars in her hand.
Christy: If you don’t mind me asking what your husband did for a living.
Jenny: He served in the army, he was killed in Iraq.
Christy put the money in her jeans pocket.
Christy: Sorry to hear that.
Jenny: Thank-you.
Christy: Good luck to you.
Christy then headed back to Kayla and Christy.
Brittany: I bet she was thankful for the thousand dollars
Christy: You mean the thousand dollars in my pocket.
Brittany: You didn’t give her the money, why would you not do that.
Christy: I was going to give her the money until she mentioned her husband was in the military.
Brittany: Why would that make any difference.
Christy: I have my reasons.
Christy then walks towards her truck.
Brittany: Why would Christy not want to help out someone who needs it, I mean your husband served this country, I’ll ask Christy about it back at the house.
Kayla: No, it’s best to let it go.
Brittany: You know about her reason too.
Kayla: Yeah and I’m not going to tell you why either
Christy is at her truck as Kayla and Brittany walk over to her, a man walks you to them.
Man: Excuse me Miss Winters, there’s two people from wounded warriors that would like to speak with you.
Christy: I’m sorry but I have another appointment I have to get too.
Man: It will be only a few minutes to speak to them.
Christy: Yeah, no, I really can’t miss this appointment.
Man: Okay, I’ll tell them you have another appointment.
Christy: Yeah you do that.
The man walks off.
Brittany: You don’t have any appointment today, no reason why you can’t speak to them.
Christy climbed in her truck.
Christy: Leave it alone.
Christy then sped off.
Brittany: I don’t understand.
Kayla: It’s a sore subject, so best to leave it and not push it any further.
Several days.
Where is he, Christy?
He’s down here.
Christy, Kayla and Brittany are at the Vietnam War Memorial
They walk down and find the name on the wall, Christy and Kayla become a little emotional as they place their hands on the name.
Brittany: Who is Marcus Cullen?
Christy: Our uncle.
Kayla: And the only family member who actually was not a part of all the stuff that happened to Christy.
Christy: He was the best god damn uncle a person could have.
Kayla: An honorable man.
A person comes up to the sisters and Brittany.
Visiting hours have ended ladies.
The overseer from the national parks service walked up.
Kayla and Christy have been granted extra time.
Okay, apologies ladies.
The overseer and the person leave, leaving only the sisters and Brittany.
Christy: Nakita, I want to stare at this name, Marcus Cullen was our uncle who unlike all those loser hippies and coward draft dodgers was actually honored to be drafted and be given the opportunity to serve his county, and unlike you he saw actually combat, your toughest combat was loading drunk soldiers into your jeep after a night at the officers mess. My uncle saw his comrades die every fucking day, he served his time and was glad to return home, only for the Army, the government and the American people to turn their backs him and everyone who returned from the war, My uncle was a real soldier, you Nakita were nothing more than a highly trained security guard.
Christy wipes the sweat from her forehead.
Nakita, I’ve heard all the stories about marines being bad asses, but their not I’ve seen people at our night club kick marines asses on a regular basis, the toughest of marines is a propaganda recruiting tool, all fucking hype, but don’t get me wrong Nakita I can respect what you’ve done in a wrestling ring, as for being a former marine, I don’t respect you for that.
Christy takes a few deep breaths.
My Uncle told me the reason we lost in Vietnam was we underestimated the environment and we underestimated the Viet Cong, Nakita I’m a lot likethe viet cong people always been underestimated me, they don’t see a five foot two one hundred twenty five woman as any real threat, I enjoy proving people wrong Nakita. Nakita I’ve done things that would make you shit your pants, I have no fear of you Nakita, and I get my chance to destroy a marine and I’m going to do that Nakita, you believe in honor and discipline and all that other crap you were taught in Marine training, Nakita when the bell rings, your marine training won’t mean shit, your wrestling training won’t mean shit, Nakita I’m going to expose you as a complete fucking fraud, and I’ll lose no sleep after doing it. Nakita I want everyone in the arena to be behind you, I want all the fans to boo me out of the building, and I want everyone in the building leaving the arena wondering how a nobody like me destroyed a former U.S marine. Nakita you're everything I hate about America, a god damn entitled post-millennial generation Z asshole who thinks their shit don’t stink, and in your case you think you're a hero to people, first lieutenant Marcus Cullen was a hero, you're a pretender.
Kayla: It's getting late. Can you wrap this up?
Christy: Nakita I end with this, bring all of your marine training bring whatever you learned from Chris Matthews and Everett Aloni, bring everything you fucking got, then feel the realization of getting you ass kicked by me. Semper Fi Nakita, no Semper Fuck You.