Last week on Climax Control, we all got a taste of Chanelle Martinez and Torielle Jackson, collectively known as Azz n Class. We watched as both ladies made a bold statement… sort of. Maybe? I don’t know, I’m still trippin’ off Chanelle and her lack of class. Who does that?
Voluptuous. Curvaceous. Hot DAMN! These words are the only thing that describe Chanelle Martinez as she walks through the doorway of Jynxxx Nightclub. She is dressed to kill tonight, wearing a skin tight grey tone leopard print sleeveless catsuit, straps criss crossing up her back with stiletto open toed heels. She bats her thick and full eyelashes gazing to the left, and then to the right. She playfully pouts out her glossed lips before tracing them slowly with her tongue. She flips her long, dark, and wavy hair, highlighted with white extensions. The hallway is lined with red neon lights flashing down toward the opening to the club, and Chanelle simply holds her hand back over her shoulder when an ebony toned hand reaches out, belonging to Torielle Jackson. Torielle is wearing tight fitting white jeans with a matching jacket over a black rhinestone accented SCW shirt and a white beret. Her chocolate toned hair cascades down her back and down her shoulders, only exposing a single large hoop earring. She holds out her white clutch as the two members of Azz n Class walk down the energetic hallway.
Torielle: Girl, we stunna’s tonight.
Chanelle: Do there ever be a time when we ain’t? Please!
Chanelle turns her head to the side to look at all the boys who can’t peel their eyes off of her ample backside, and the jealous girls who wish they had half of that going on in their trunk. She wags her head with a half smile on her face as she returns her focus toward the end of the hallway. Torielle runs her fingers through her hair slowly as the tune of “Starships” by Nicki Minaj is being spun and mixed. She moves her head from side to side as her long hair whips. Her dark red lips pucker up as she chews a piece of gum. She stops and bends over slowly to tie her shoe, which is a very delicately placed maneuver. A local guy crosses the hall, rubbing his chin as he watches her slowly wiggle her backside from side to side. She runs her nails up her smooth ebony leg before coming back up to a standing position. She looks backward toward the man and winks at him before they reach the steps to the club. Chanelle extends her hand out as another local guy nods his head. He pours her two glasses of champagne and places them in her hand. She passes one over to Torielle. She takes a slow sip and then blows him a kiss. The two ladies walk over to the purple chaise lounge chairs and they sit on the edge of one. Torielle tosses back half of the glass in her first sip and then runs her finger over the rim slowly.
Torielle: I feel like I’m VIP up in this mug! Maybe I shoulda wore somethin’ tight and sexy like you.
Chanelle: Naw, naw. You lookin’ smooth like a glass of milk. Just turn it out and we might be goin’ to separate hotel rooms tonight.
Torielle: Girl you’s a hoe! We supposed to be Azz n CLASS! All you been doin’ is showing off yo ass since we got here. How we gone be taken serious when you can’t even behave yo’self for five damn minutes?
Chanelle rolls her eyes as she moves her shoulders along with the music. She raises her hand up into Torielle’s face and turns away as she takes another sip from her glass. She begins waving a finger at her friend, only for Torielle to smack it out of her face.
Torielle: You ain’t gone pull that shit with me, CeCe. You had your fun, you did ya thang and it’s cool. You did you. But it’s time to get serious about things. You bein’ in this game for so long, you should know better than to beef up every damn body on Twitter.
Chanelle: I just tell stupid people they stupid. I tells it how it is, so how you gone come at me like this, TeTe? Brooklyn wanna act like she tough shit? I’mma tell her she ain’t. Sean Williams wanna talk down on some kid who roll wit some of my old crew, and talk like the kid ain’t shit when he crackin’ hella skulls? I’mma tell him he a bitch. You know me and you know that’s how I do.
Torielle takes in a deep breath, biting on her bottom lip in anger. She closes her eyes as she exhales it slowly. She looks over to Chanelle and the two seem to come to an understanding just with a glance.
Torielle: I know that’s how you do and I respect the hell outta that. You can’t walk around bein’ a hot head all the damn time though. You gone get us mob attacked by them silly ass Dreamz Chaserz before we even get a chance to debut. Just take it back a little from now on, okay?
Chanelle: I can’t promise nothing, girl, except that I will try. Nothin’ tears me up more than watchin’ some dumbasses thinkin’ they shit when they ain’t, and I’mma bite my damn tongue off trying to stop from readin’ them they constitutional rights.
Chanelle is on fire as she tosses back the remainder of her glass, setting it down next to the chair. Torielle does the same as they get up from their seat.
Torielle: The fact that you gone try makes me feel better. We already got our hands full tryin’ to debut against them New Xtremes girls. You got experience fightin’ them metal chicks from UCW, and you know them girls up in them mosh pits just for fun. And Vixen… girl don’t get me started wit that ex-military girl.
Chanelle is nodding her head with a serious look on her face, remembering some of her battles with women like Kittie, Misty, and Roxanne. She is deep in thought, knowing that her past experiences with rocker girls was probably some of her toughest matches. She continues nodding when suddenly her head shakes. She opens her eyes wide at her friend, trying to hold back the inevitable laugh that escapes her lips.
Chanelle: WHAT?! Do Canada even have a real army? I thought it was all Dudley Dooright’s ridin’ horses through the mountains and shit!
Torielle: You so ig’nant, it ain’t even cute, baby…
Chanelle: What?! Don’t get me started on all the shit you be talkin’ girl. Like when you asked where all the casinos was when we rolled up into India.
Torielle: What? Indians be known for ownin’ casinos. That ain’t ig’nant, it’s truth.
Chanelle: Girl, that’s the ahh-wahhh-wahhh Indians…
Chanelle rapidly pats her lips with her right hand before poking in between her eyebrows.
Chanelle: … not the eh-eh-eh Indians.
Torielle looks around as people stare at them and she just shakes her head. Chanelle opens her mouth to speak again but Torielle puts a finger on her lips. She then grabs a hold of Chanelle’s hand and leads her over to the dance floor. Upon further inspection, “My Chick Bad” is being mixed. The electronic dance floor display flashes white and red against a black background, pulsing with the beat. Chanelle smirks and then takes a quick sweeping glance around her. As the music really picks up, Chanelle lifts her hands up in the air, snapping her fingers a couple times while swaying her hips side to side. She gets her booty into it as Torielle works her chest to her advantage. Chanelle whips around and Torielle bends her over. The club turns to watch their display and they are loving the attention. Chanelle works her booty as Torielle backs up a bit. Chanelle moves with her and then whips back up, leaning against Torielle, putting her hand on her Torielle’s face. She holds that pose for a moment before the two face each other and drop it low together. Both girls bump it up and down rapidly as the crowd surrounds them. They come up to a standing position. They look around with seductive eyes. Once Nicki Minaj’s part comes on, they take it real hood. Torielle gives them a break down of the lyrics while Chanelle just circles her with her hands up in the air, snapping in time. Chanelle then hooks a leg around Torielle’s leg, sliding down it slow like a certified stripper. She locks the pose and we fade to the next scene.
***Street Talk/True Talk***
We all up on the streets of New Delhi, the backdrop is against a red brick wall. Pedestrians pass in front of the camera, and the sound of cars driving by echoes into the microphone. Pussy Willow comes walking up onto the scene, holding her microphone in one hand. She is wearing a pink sequin dress and a big, genuine smile on her face. She looks over to her left and then nods her head.
Pussy: Are we rolling yet? Yes? Okay! Ladies and gentlemen, fans of Sin City Wrestling, it is my pleasure to bring to you two of our latest signees to the Bombshell Division. They made an… impact of sorts at Climax Control in Bangkok. The fans have been talking about one half of this team and her big purse. Please welcome Torielle Jackson and Chanelle Martinez, collectively known as Azz n Class!
On cue, Torielle walks onto the scene wearing dark denim Apple Bottom jeans and a white tank top that criss crosses straps down her right arm. Her hair is pulled up and cascading down the back of her head like a fountain. She stands next to Pussy Willow shaking her hand and then leaning against the wall. Chanelle walks up in a black tank top and light colored hip huggers with strategic tears. She also shakes hands with Pussy Willow, but holds her hand up close to her face.
Chanelle: Girl, who do yo nails? Love… it!
Pussy: Thanks. First off, let me welcome the both of you to SCW. You have a monumental match coming up against two of the fastest rising Bombshells under contract in Vixen and Jessie Salco. You two have your work cut out for you.
Torielle: Look, we got mad respect for New Xtremes. We gots to say that first and foremost. What they doing here in SCW is cool. What they been doin’ since day one is showin’ that the underdogs of the world can do big things. They been chasin’ dreams and done caught up wit ‘em while Dream Chaserz still be chasin’.
Chanelle: Twitter be blazin’ with my thoughts on Dream Chaserz. They a bunch of bitches who come up in dis place like a bunch of weeds, jackin’ swag and destroyin’ everything. It’s a damn shame we couldn’t fight Brooklyn and Carly cause I would take pleasure in rippin’ them hoes up.
Torielle nods at the camera as Chanelle waves a finger in the air. Her eyes are on fire as she leans back against the wall. Sensing Chanelle is about to go off on a tangent, Torielle speaks up next.
Torielle: Like I said, we respect the hell outta NXT cause they inspire a lot of people in this business. It is an honor to step in the ring wit Vixen and Jessie Salco.
Pussy: It sounds to me like you ladies plan to take it easy on your opponents.
Torielle: You got me all effed up girl. We respect our opponents, but we gone bring it hard to these bad bitches. We got a lot on the line here too. We no names up in here and if we don’t at least put on a good show, ain’t nobody gone respect us. Then we gotta hear that chickenhead Brooklyn and her crew cluckin’ all over SCW TV and Twitter.
Pussy: I see. Why don’t you tell us a little more about what you’re going to be bringing to the table on Sunday.
Chanelle lets out a loud squeak that resembles the word “What?” before she starts pacing back and forth. Torielle rolls her eyes and mutters an “Aww hell naw” to herself before slowly shaking her head from side to side. She literally palms her face.
Chanelle: Girl we ain’t stupid! We ain’t gone tell you our strategy. You think this my first time rollin’ up into a ring? Ten years! Go Sesame Street wit me an count em. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, TEN YEARS! We ain’t some rookies, we got battle wounds older than yo boob job, babe.
Torielle: What my girl tryin’ to say is that we ain’t gone reveal our secrets to the world. We keep things close to our chest and put on a damn good show doin’ it. NXT girls better bring they best cause we gone make this a Main Event quality match. True talk right there.
Chanelle: Don’t hold nothin’ back ladies. All four of us some bad bitches, so we gotta prove it. I mean no disrespect to my homie Spike, but when all is said and done, Azz n Class will walk out with the win, and… girl who make yo shoes? Them cute!
Chanelle pauses and looks down at Pussy Willow’s black strap open toe heels. Pussy stops and looks down with a smile and is about to say something.
Chanelle: We gone go shoppin’ sometime, me and you. Lemme say this right now… Ladies, any of you Bombshells, we need to go shopping together. I’m callin’ a girls day out right here, right now!
Torielle: You damn crazy girl. We got a match to worry about and you inviting them and everyone else to go shopping?
Torielle puts a hand up in Chanelle’s face and then turns back to look at the camera.
Torielle: Look, please excuse my partner here. She like A.D.D. or some other shit, I don’t know… Anyway, Vixen, Jessie, don’t think we gone take it easy on you. Have you ever faced some hood bitches? We bring it five times as hard as these other chicks. Be ready, cause we comin’.
Chanelle: Dat’s true talk right there, folks. Dat’s street talk…..
With that, Torielle and Chanelle turns away from the camera and walk off screen. Pussy Willow looks a little confused as she brings the microphone up to her lips to wrap things up.
Pussy: There you have it folks. That was our street talk segment from Azz n Class. Please log onto the website for their full promo. Thank you for joining us, and tune in on Sunday for Climax Control. This is Pussy Willow signing off…
With that, the camera pans out a bit more to catch the pedestrians waving happily. We hold steady there for a moment before fading out.
