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The Coyote Bitch Project; I Always WantedTo Be In The Movies...
Topic Started: Jul 4 2008, 06:51 PM (100 Views)
Kathryn Velmont Thomas
Southern Belle Beauty - Kick Ass Attitude
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In July of 2008, three student filmmakers disappeared in Tulsa, Oklahoma while shooting a promo for the sVo and roster member Faith Winchester.

A day later their footage was found.

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The familiar angelic voice of Faith Winchester echoes through the empty bar as she sits on the edge of the bar strumming on the pink six string acoustic guitar that normally lays dormant behind the bar. At 9 am the bar looks completely different then it did only a few hours ago when heaving with drunks, loud music and generally partying.

“She's beautiful in her simple little way. She don't have too much to say when she gets mad."Her voice soulful and full of blues but that southern twang still sounds strong as she sings "She understands she don't let go of anything. Even when the pain gets really bad. I guess I should have been more like that.”

“I know you ain’t playing that depressin’ Miranda shit again.” A female voice from the door calls. Faith looks up from her fingers to see a couple of the coyotes arriving for their shift. Jersey, Pepper and Courtney stand in the door way as Faith flashes them a cheeky smile.

“How about this?” Faith calls back to them as she changes chords and starts to strum a little more ferociously, a more upbeat tempo.

“Long legged blonde in the pale moonlight. Probably cause a friendly fight. That's what you get when you hang with the girls of summer. Big time dreams and small town nights; Johnny Cash & Kid Rock saved our lives. Smack dab in the middle Of a middle American Saturday night”

“That’s more like it” Jersey calls out entering the bar, dancing her way towards the bar, Faith puts the guitar down and jumps off the bar to greet the girls; Her fellow coyotes.

“So c’mon spill.”

“Spill what?!” Faith asked innocently.

“We all know you ONLY sing Miranda when your PO’D” Courtney explains before Jersey can even open my mouth.

“I have no idea what yall are talking about. I’m fine.”

“Yea, Fucked up, Insecure, Neurotic and Emotional.” Pepper laughs

“Bitch.”

“Well thank you.” She retorts taking a bow before dumping her bag and coat on the bar next to where the girls had congregated.

“Ok so Maybe I’m a little annoyed.”

“That you lost?” The three girls ask in unison.

“No way. Shit happens. I’m over that.”

“Then what is it?” Jersey asks attentively, taking a seat at the bar. Faith jumps up and sits on the bar, like a teacher about to give a class to a group of kids.

“That… Look I’m being stupid. Forget it..” Faith goes to leave but Jersey grabs her legs softly preventing her from going anywhere, giving her the stare the girlfriends give each other when they are trying to bullshit there way outta something.

“Okay… okay…” Faith surrenders. “I’m just a little frustrated that the guys at sVo are kinda well underestimating me.” She begins.

“I mean I know I didn’t win at Countdown To Violence but c’mon I think I proved my own. I was thrown out last. I mean c’mon doesn’t that say something and I think my history definitely speaks louder, but to some of these guys it’s like I don’t even exsist.”

“Oh hunni, that’s not pathetic.” Pepper reassures her.

“It is. Because I so should be used to this feeling by now and I thought I was but it’s just so frustrating ya know? Just like with this roulette night that Moretti dreamed up, I thought maybe, just maybe SOME of them may have considered me a threat, but it doesn’t seem like any of them have taken note that I’m gonna be there BUT I am gonna use that in my favor.” The girls look at her a little dumbfounded.

“They’re expecting some dumb little southern belle, then that’s exactly what they are gonna get. Then when they’re not expecting it. I’m gonna blow em outta the ball park. Let’s take Travis Williams for example, nice enough guy but let’s be honest. Only reason he ever noticed me in the first place, he liked the ass he saw and wanted to tap it.” The girls look like they are about to say something when Faith cuts them off. “And I can say despite what that boy may tell his friends… We never did. And you know word on the grapevine is Talon has been asking the sVo camera crew to follow me around.”

“Uh- Faith you mean those guys over there?” Courtney points to the camera as it kind of shys away from watching the group of girls for a moment, with the camera facing the floor, all that can be heard are footsteps and clearly Faith’s voice asking them what the hell was going on, as the camera raises again, Faith laughs as she walks back over to her seat on the bar.

“Apparently Moretti arranged it. He likes to watch the guys preparing for their matches or whatever.” Faiths eyes light up as she speaks, she cocks her brow and smirks. “Coyotes. Roll out.” The girls do nothing and stare at Faith blankly until she insists.

“Seriously?” They ask in unison, Faith nods enthusiastically, her hair swinging wildly about her head as the girls run and pounce on the camera crew and the camera cuts to static. After a few seconds of black, the static returns and cuts to the bar once again, in the far corner you can see the camera crew, tied up, duct taped and cuffed to the chairs. They don’t seem to be struggling instead it seems they are just enjoying the view.

The four girls have now been joined by a couple of others, the bar is still obviously closed to the public as the Coyotes sit around a table, drinking and laughing, Faith is standing, pouring Jack, Jose and Jim for the girls who at random intervals take their drinks and knock them back just chilling out and enjoying the conversation. Our leading Lady Faith is telling a story that has most of the girls in hysterics as she pours the drinks.

“Let me tell ya what "Like a Virgin"'s about. It's about some cooze who's a regular fuck machine. I mean all the time, morning, day, night, afternoon, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick.”

”How many dicks was that?” Jersey interrupts for a moment but is quickly answered by Pepper.

“A lot.” Faith simply shakes her head and continues with what she was saying.

”Then one day she meets a John Holmes motherfucker, and it's like, whoa baby. This mother fucker's like Charles Bronson in "The Great Escape." He's digging tunnels. Now she's gettin this serious dick action, she's feelin something she ain't felt since forever. Pain. It hurts. It hurts her. It shouldn't hurt. Her pussy should be Bubble-Yum by now. But when this cat fucks her, it hurts. It hurts like the first time. The pain is reminding a fuck machine what is was like to be a virgin. Hence, "Like a Virgin."

The camera cuts to static once again and after a few moments it’s returns, this time it’s just Faith and Courtney sat at the table, sharing a smoke

“In "Hackers" she's everything new age rockabilly's about. I mean she is rockabilly: mean, surly, nasty, rude. In that movie she couldn't give a fuck about anything except rockin' and rollin', livin' fast, dyin' young, and leaving a good-looking corpse. And in Gia, she’s just fucking hot. I love that scene in Girl, Interupted where she tells Brittany Murphy how fucked up she is because really, you know that she’s the one that is fucked but what is more fucked is that no matter how screwed outta her head she was, you would still do her.”

“No matter how much coke she had snorted you would still tap that ass. Now she’s all homely with the kids and Brad and her United Nations Ambassador but Despite all that shit, yall know deep down she is still one horny, gorgeous, fucked up bitch. I'd watch that chick and I'd want to be her so bad. Angelina looked and still looks good. I'm no dyke, but Angelina is good-lookin'. She is fuckin' prettier than most. I always said if I ever had to fuck a girl... I mean had too 'cause my life depended on it... I'd fuck Angelina. Naaah screw it. I’d just fuck her. If she walked in that door right now, I would fuck her.”

A pounding noise can be heard from the outside of the bar. Sounds like some locals are trying to get into the closed club. All the girls snap theirs heads in direction of the doors, in hopes that one of them remembered to lock it. Whispers can be heard ‘Shut it off’ ‘Keep the noise down, then they’ll go’ and the like as one of the girls stands in front of the camera and it cuts to static once again. ...
Edited by Kathryn Velmont Thomas, Jul 4 2008, 06:52 PM.
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Love Faith xXx

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