Holly is 1,000 miles from Mexico with a million dollar briefcase and a trigger happy lover subsiding on corn chips and peyote buttons. A ruthless killer is hot on their tail, leaving nothing behind but scorched earth and dead bodies. Holly’s trained her whole life for this quest…but will her quick fists and sharp wits be enough to keep them alive?
Holly climbed in through the window, kicked on the hazard lights, and addressed the bus. “Alright, listen up you damn dirty harlots! I’m only going to ask you this once. Who threw the goddamn bottle at my girl?”
E. Howard Cunt stepped up and jabbed a finger at Holly’s face. “Are you seriously trying to dip into our Kool-Aid, bitch? We the O.C. Nixons! You have no idea who you’re fucking wi–” Like a machine gun, Holly connected four punches to E. Howard’s stomach before sending her flying back three seats with a killer upper cut. Checkers threw a sloppy right hook from the side that Holly ducked before rising up and driving a brutal elbow into her temple, knocking her face against the window. G. Gordon Titties charged at her full steam from the aisle, and Holly gracefully jump kicked her in the face. Titties flew back like a punted football, scattering the rest of her teammates around like bowling pins.
Coolly rocking side to side in her variation of the Renoji-dachi stance, she again addressed the bus. “I don’t know about you sluts, but I can do this Enter the Dragon bullshit all night. If you’re not feeling it, one of you can always own up to this irresponsible, uncool bullshit.”