Post by Deleted on Jul 5, 2016 15:53:34 GMT
The scene begins outside a Liqor store in San Diego, where two bikers are on their knees beside their tipped over Harley Davidson Roasters. They’re both big, mean mugging dudes, wearing leather and denim with long hair and thick impressive looking beards. Trouble is they don’t look so tough right now.
Standing behind them is Dani Montero. She’s wearing baggy jeans, a white vest top and a plaid baggy shirt that she’s tied in a knot at the front to show off her toned stomach. She wears a blue bandana with the knot at the top of her head, keeping her long black hair out of her face.
The bigger biker speaks up, groaning and annoyed.
Biker 1: “Alright lady you’ve had your fun. Tipping the bikes over went too far. Let us up before shit gets ugly out here.”
Dani Montero laughs and shakes her head. She smiles and paces behind them back and forth, looking down on them while they’re on their knees.
Dani Montero: “Aye, a deal’s a deal, Papi. Y’all lost the wager. Pay up and everything’s gonna be breezy, baby.”
The slightly smaller biker gets annoyed.
Biker 2: “Look, it was just a stupid fucking bet. Obviously we ain’t gonna pay up.”
La Perra Loca shakes her head in annoyance.
Dani Montero: “Bitch, you better have my money. We all know if I lost this shit you’d be makin’ sure I get on my knees and hold up my end of the wager. None’a’y’all would have let me get away without makin’ sure y’all got yours.”
The biker brothers laugh and look at each other.
Biker 1: “She’s right about that, brother.”
Biker 2: “Look, bitch. If you don’t take the cuffs off and let us up, eventually someone will and when they do, you’ll be chokin’ on my piece. I don’t give a fuck if you lost the bet, I’m gonna get that little mouth of yours and hurt it.”
Dani Montero smirks and heads over to one of the fallen Harley Davidson bikes before dragging it back upright and sitting on it. The bikers look pissed.
Biker 1: “Get the fuck off my bike, bitch! I’ll cut you, I swear to fucking God.”
Dani Montero: “Chill, homie. I’m just testin’ this bad boy out. Seein’ if I wanna take it as payment or not. Where the keys at?”
The men laugh.
Biker 1: “Yeah because I’m just gonna tell you that. Fucking idiot.”
Dani shrugs.
Dani Montero: “A’ight, homes, your call.”
The little fighter begins hot wiring the bike, damaging the ignition. The bikers scream and struggle to stand up but they can’t move. Their hands are handcuffed behind their backs, chained to their ankles and linked to each other. Those chains are tied to a drain pipe traveling up the side of the Liqor store.
The Harley starts up and Dani revvs the engine over and over again. She bites down on her bottom lip smiling.
Dani Montero: “Oh shit, son, listen to that baby girl purr. I like it!”
She starts circling around in front of the bikers, crawling slowly. She’s toying with them.
Biker 2: “You’re one dead motherfucking beaner, you hear me? Dead!”
She revvs some more speeding down the road before turning and speeding back towards them. She’s just having fun riding on it.
Dani Montero: “Bitch, shut the fuck up with that ish. Y’all forgettin’ how you got here. Don’t ever underestimate a bitch cuz’a her size, cousin. Y’all took me up on the bet cuz y’all thought you had my number. Stupid l’il Chola, right? Wrong, Papito. I’m that crazy bitch. I deal with muh’fuckers like you all day every day. Big dudes who think they somethin’ cuz they got the size and build. Y’all wasn’t ready for my speed, my style, my stamina or my smarts and y’all paid that price. Punk ass bitches forreal though.”
She speeds down the street again and then speeds back. The purr of the Harley roars through the scene. Annoying the bikers.
Dani Montero: “Y’all should think again before assumin’ you can tap this l’il ass. I ain’t weak, family. Yo size ain’t shit to me when I gotta whole package that lets me do me. Remember that.”
She gets off the bike and tosses it down on the ground, enraging the bikers. Dani just smiles and kicks it a little.
Dani Montero: “Have yo bike back, bitch. I ain’t even want it anyway. Just remember though. If I DO want somethin’, I’mma just take it. Ain’t no size or muscle gonna stop me. Deuces.”
Dani Montero walks away from the bikers leaving them alone and furious.
Standing behind them is Dani Montero. She’s wearing baggy jeans, a white vest top and a plaid baggy shirt that she’s tied in a knot at the front to show off her toned stomach. She wears a blue bandana with the knot at the top of her head, keeping her long black hair out of her face.
The bigger biker speaks up, groaning and annoyed.
Biker 1: “Alright lady you’ve had your fun. Tipping the bikes over went too far. Let us up before shit gets ugly out here.”
Dani Montero laughs and shakes her head. She smiles and paces behind them back and forth, looking down on them while they’re on their knees.
Dani Montero: “Aye, a deal’s a deal, Papi. Y’all lost the wager. Pay up and everything’s gonna be breezy, baby.”
The slightly smaller biker gets annoyed.
Biker 2: “Look, it was just a stupid fucking bet. Obviously we ain’t gonna pay up.”
La Perra Loca shakes her head in annoyance.
Dani Montero: “Bitch, you better have my money. We all know if I lost this shit you’d be makin’ sure I get on my knees and hold up my end of the wager. None’a’y’all would have let me get away without makin’ sure y’all got yours.”
The biker brothers laugh and look at each other.
Biker 1: “She’s right about that, brother.”
Biker 2: “Look, bitch. If you don’t take the cuffs off and let us up, eventually someone will and when they do, you’ll be chokin’ on my piece. I don’t give a fuck if you lost the bet, I’m gonna get that little mouth of yours and hurt it.”
Dani Montero smirks and heads over to one of the fallen Harley Davidson bikes before dragging it back upright and sitting on it. The bikers look pissed.
Biker 1: “Get the fuck off my bike, bitch! I’ll cut you, I swear to fucking God.”
Dani Montero: “Chill, homie. I’m just testin’ this bad boy out. Seein’ if I wanna take it as payment or not. Where the keys at?”
The men laugh.
Biker 1: “Yeah because I’m just gonna tell you that. Fucking idiot.”
Dani shrugs.
Dani Montero: “A’ight, homes, your call.”
The little fighter begins hot wiring the bike, damaging the ignition. The bikers scream and struggle to stand up but they can’t move. Their hands are handcuffed behind their backs, chained to their ankles and linked to each other. Those chains are tied to a drain pipe traveling up the side of the Liqor store.
The Harley starts up and Dani revvs the engine over and over again. She bites down on her bottom lip smiling.
Dani Montero: “Oh shit, son, listen to that baby girl purr. I like it!”
She starts circling around in front of the bikers, crawling slowly. She’s toying with them.
Biker 2: “You’re one dead motherfucking beaner, you hear me? Dead!”
She revvs some more speeding down the road before turning and speeding back towards them. She’s just having fun riding on it.
Dani Montero: “Bitch, shut the fuck up with that ish. Y’all forgettin’ how you got here. Don’t ever underestimate a bitch cuz’a her size, cousin. Y’all took me up on the bet cuz y’all thought you had my number. Stupid l’il Chola, right? Wrong, Papito. I’m that crazy bitch. I deal with muh’fuckers like you all day every day. Big dudes who think they somethin’ cuz they got the size and build. Y’all wasn’t ready for my speed, my style, my stamina or my smarts and y’all paid that price. Punk ass bitches forreal though.”
She speeds down the street again and then speeds back. The purr of the Harley roars through the scene. Annoying the bikers.
Dani Montero: “Y’all should think again before assumin’ you can tap this l’il ass. I ain’t weak, family. Yo size ain’t shit to me when I gotta whole package that lets me do me. Remember that.”
She gets off the bike and tosses it down on the ground, enraging the bikers. Dani just smiles and kicks it a little.
Dani Montero: “Have yo bike back, bitch. I ain’t even want it anyway. Just remember though. If I DO want somethin’, I’mma just take it. Ain’t no size or muscle gonna stop me. Deuces.”
Dani Montero walks away from the bikers leaving them alone and furious.
