July 3, 2018
Vital Strength and Fitness – Denver
“Where the fuck is she having me go?”
Candi Bratton is driving her truck and allowing her phone to be the navigator as she pulls into a parking lot and coming into view the large sign that exclaims that she’s at Vital Strength and Fitness. She pauses as she stares at the building, ensuring she’s at the right place.
Candi considers for a moment when a horn sounds behind her, forcing her to drive again as she screams out the window, “Don’t get your nasty panties in a goddamned bunch!” She drives down a bit and parks and as she gets out of the truck she notices a building next door that is more to her liking.
“I guess if I gotta deal with this kid, I am gonna have to be liquored up.”
Candi walks into the liquor store.
***EMILY IS ON A SPIN CYCLE INSIDE THE GYM WAITING FOR CANDI BRATTON TO COME WORK OUT WITH HER***
Emily: I hope she gets here soon. She needs to lose a little weight, I think. Maybe if she loses a little weight, she won’t be in a bad mood all the time.
SOMEONE WALKS OVER AND TRIES TO TAKE THE CYCLE NEXT TO HER
Emily: I’m saving that for someone!
EMILY TAKES HER WATER BOTTLE AND PLACES IT ON THE SEAT
Candi walks into the gym now with a small cooler as she looks around and sees that she’s noticed as Emily is waving her hand like a child trying to get her attention.
“I’m going to live to regret this. Fuck.” she mutters under her breath.
She moves over to stand next to Emily, “So, what the fuck are we doing here?”
CANDI IS HERE! EMILY WAVES AT CANDI!
Emily: I hope she sees me. Yes. She sees me. She’s coming over. Hi, Candi! I thought we could spin together! Do you spin?
Candi just shakes her head. “No. I don’t spin. But, I’ll take the seat.
Candi sits on the spin cycle and places the cooler down between her legs and opens it up, bringing out a beer. She cracks it open and take a drink as Emily just watches her.
“So, you wanna talk about the match or am I just here to watch you fucking go nowhere on that fake bike?” Candi asks as she wipes her mouth with her sleeve.
EMILY LOOKS AT CANDI DRINKING A BEER IN A GYM
Emily: I thought we could spin together! You seem kinda grumpy and exercise is supposed to help your mood. Besides, you’re the champion, right? We don’t need strategy! I’ll go in and wear them out and you can put them away! Right?
EMILY LOOKS AT CANDI WHO’S LOOKING AT EMILY BUT NOT SAYING ANYTHING
Candi is staring at this kid. She takes a deep breath and then takes another drink of her beer as she continues to look at Emily before she finally speaks.
Off in the distance, some gym employees are looking their way and pointing.
“It takes more than – whatever the fuck it was you just said to win a goddamned match. How about this. I’ll go in and get the upperhand and then tag you in and you can take advantage and tag me back in when you get into trouble and I’ll get us out.”
CANDI BRATTON SEEMS TO BE VERY SMART BUT THAT HAS TO BE BECAUSE SHE’S OLD
EMILY CONTINUES SPIN
Emily: That sounds great! It’s a great plan! Let’s do that!
EMILY TAKES A DRINK OF WATER,
Candi finishes her beer, places the empty can in one of the cycles cup holders and reaches into her cooler for another. “Well, now that we have that out of the way. How are you feeling after last week?”
Not that Candi gives a fuck, but she has five more beers to drink and may as well shoot the shit in the meantime if this kid is fully intent on exercising. Besides, off in the distance the employees who noticed Candi are on the phone.
EMILY TAKES ANOTHER DRINK
Emily: I’m fine. It only hurt for a bit. But I’m fine now. I’m ready to fight those weird people. Do you think they’re weird?
EMILY CONTINUES TO SPIN
“Fucking pussies if you ask me. Always has to go at it in packs. Can’t fucking fight for themselves, so hopefully we won’t have the rest of them hookers interfering in our match.” Candi continues to drink. “If the come out, don’t worry, just start hitting anything that moves.”
Candi is about to take another drink when she adds, “Except me. Don’t hit me.”
EMILY LAUGHS OUT LOUD
Emily: I wouldn’t hit you. You’re helping me and you’re my tag team partner. Don’t you worry, we will win against those weirdos.
EMILY ISN’T GOING TO CALL THEM WHAT CANDI CALLED THEM
Emily: I believe in our team!
Candi rolls her eyes and nods as she places a second empty beer can in the spin cycles cup holder and as she’s about to reach for another they’re approached by an employee.
Employee: Ma’am, you can’t sit on a spin cycle and drink beer in our gym. We have a sign.
Candi turns to look where the sign is hung and cracks open the beer. “So, you have a sign and that sign means what to me?”
The employee looks at the sign and then back to Candi, “Well, it means you can’t do that here.”
Candi takes a long drink of that beer and after she swallows it asks, “You mean, I can’t do that?”
The employee nods. “Yes, ma’am.”
EMILY HAS STOPPED SPIN CYCLING AS SHE WATCHES THE EXCHANGE BETWEEN CANDI AND THE EMPLOYEE
Emily: I didn’t think you could drink beer in here.
Candi smirks at Emily, “Shut up.” She turns back to the employee, spying his name on his nametag, “So, Josh. You gonna call the cops?”
He stammers for a bit before he nods and finally emits, “Yes. Yes, if I have to.”
Candi slides off the seat and closes her cooler. “That’s all you needed to say.”
The employee turns to Emily and says, “You have to go too.”
Emily: I didn’t do anything! That’s not fair at all. I also don’t think it’s nice of you to kick out an old lady from your gym!
Candi turns to Emily, “I said shut up.” She grabs the employee by the shirt, “I’m leaving, but leave the kid alone. She’s gotta match to get ready for. Got it?” She leans in close in a threatening manner.
“Good.” Candi turns and leaves the gym without another word.
EMILY IS VERY HAPPY
Emily: I got to workout with Candi Bratton!
Candi Bratton throws her cooler into the back of her truck before turning back to the camera, “So, the motherfucking Shieldmaidens except to just walk in and do whatever the fuck they want without any fucking consequences.”
Candi just spits on the ground.
“Fuck that,” she scowls as she steps closer to the camera, which itself takes a step back. “You think you’re gonna jump me after I’ve already had a fucking cage match and gang up on me five on one and I’m not supposed to respond? You have another think coming. This week, Falls and I are gonna stomp the shit out of you two and then you know what? We’re gonna do it again for the fucking fun of it.”
Candi starts to walk around to the passenger side of her truck and the camera follows, “She might be green as shit, but she has more fucking heart then the whole lot of you.”
She steps closer again, “But she’s not the one you need to worry about because the thing about me? I don’t give a fuck. You can beat me week in and week out and I’ll still come shit on your doorstep and ring the fucking bell and wait for you to answer the goddamned door. That’s the one thing you motherfuckers don’t understand. I. Don’t. Give. A. Fuck. And you know what? Tell that to your fucking pimp too.”
She climbs into her truck, starts it up and starts to drive off, but not before flipping the bird out of the window.