OOC: Sorry for the lack of quality. Time got away from me this week.



It's been a hot minute since the Azzy one, Chanelle Martinez, and the Classy one, Torielle Jackson have been seen in SCW, but all ain't lost.  Chanelle is seen standing outside of a club in downtown San Bernardino, ready to get rowdy.  Torielle comes up into the shot, looking to Chanelle before looking to the camera.

Torielle:  Ey, yo.  Time for some True Talk, courtesy of the chicks wit' ass...

Torielle and Chanelle turn around to show off their ass-ets in their tight jeans.

Chanelle:  It seems we be havin' a problem in SCW.  Masks and superheroes, vampires and witches.  I know Halloween is comin' up soon, but Goddamn!

Torielle:  Gurrrrl... This week we be goin' up against Justice League.

Chanelle:  Ain't that some superhero movie comin' out next year or some shit?

Torielle:  Word.  Only that's gonna be way more interesting than the two chicks we up against on Sunday.  Trust me, I'd rather be up on the Dark Knight...

Chanelle waves her hand in front of her mouth as she lets out a humorous howl.  Torielle nods her head.

Torielle:  Truth is that we makin' a comeback.  I mean, these two can't fight they way outta a paper bag.  That's why they called us in.  They know we been in the gym, workin' on our fitnesses.  We been gettin' fit.  It's our time.  I mean, we don't have the best record in SCW tag matches, but at least we've won before.  These chicks ain't done shit.

Chanelle:  Easy win.  I'll take it.  But yo, gurl.  We wasted enough time on these lames.  Let's get in there so we can both ride up on some Dark Knight in this club.

Torielle:  True talk.  Peace out!

Chanelle and Torielle walk out of the camera shot as the scene fades out to static.

 Backstage at Violent Conduct II, we find Chanelle Martinez and Torielle Jackson standing around, watching the Stars and Bombshells pass them by after the show.  They point and whisper amongst one another as the biggest of them pass them by. Chanelle is sporting her new favorite SCW Bombshell on her shirt with an old “Queen of the Damned” design as she gasps, clapping her hands together as she points out and squeals.

Chanelle:  Girl, you see who it is?!

Torielle: Which one?  Erbody up in here is famous.  You got the Roulette Champion, Equinox, over in the corner wit Pussy Willow, and you got Drake Green, Metal and Punk Connection…

Chanelle:  You even gotta ask?  It’s Misty! That’s my main bitch right there, for real.

Torielle:  â€˜Scuse you?  Um, hello! Your TAG TEAM PARTNER is standin’ right by you, and you gotta talk about yo main bitch?

Chanelle waves her off with a look as she grabs onto Torielle’s hand, dragging her across the crowded hallway as she comes up to Misty excitedly.  Misty looks a little confused as a stagehand gets between them, stopping Chanelle from getting any closer.

Stagehand:  Excuse me ladies, but fans aren’t allowed back in this area right now, and…

Chanelle:  What?!

Torielle:  Aww hell naw, girl, he did NOT just…

Chanelle:  Oh but he DID just, and it’s a damn shame cause…

Chanelle’s eyes flare up as she leans back, looking the nerd chic man standing in front of her.  She is ready to read him his constitutional rights when Misty places a hand on the crew member’s shoulder and gives them a genuine smile.  Chanelle is too wrapped up in her anger and what she’s about to say to notice this, until Misty speaks up.

Misty:  It’s fine, they are with SCW. You’re Chanelle Martinez… and you’re Torielle Jackson.  Azz n Class, right?

She points to Chanelle and Torielle respectively, which causes them stop dead in their tracks.  Chanelle slowly nods her head as Torielle just stares blankly at Misty.  She blinks for a second before wrapping her arms around Misty in a tight embrace, to which Misty returns a polite two pat to the back type of hug.

Torielle:  Girl, you got no idea how many times we done had this conversation with Steve Urkle’s cracker ass cousin here!  But one of SCW’s top talent recognizes us?

Stagehand:  Urkle…?  Cracker ass…?

Misty places her hand on her chest in a show of modesty at Torielle’s kind words after she finally separates from the embrace.  She sighs yet a confident smirk comes over her face.

Misty:  Top talent?  I wouldn’t go that far. I’m just the Original Bombshell who has a score to settle.

Chanelle:  Naw girl. I think you settled that score when you settled the Bombshell Championship into that fake ass Barbie Bitch’s forehead!

Torielle:  That beat down though… Girl!  I don’t know if you heard us in the crowd, but…

Misty:  I think they heard you in the back office area.

Misty shares a laugh with Chanelle and Torielle before she spots someone across the hallway that draws her attention.  She goes to explain her leave when Chanelle looks over her shoulder and gives a quick smile, nodding her head.

Chanelle:  No need to explain.  You gone get you some date, girl.  We’ll catch you later.

Misty walks off, and Torielle rolls her eyes.  She gently removes a strand of her long dark hair from her face as she stares right at Chanelle, tapping her foot as she glares at her.  Chanelle looks back, mimicking Torielle’s actions as she gets a dumbed up  expression on her face.

Chanelle:  Duhhh, what?

Torielle:  Honey, you know you coulda played that so much cooler, right?  You was practically droolin’ over her like “Misty, can I kiss yo ass?  Should I come from the left or the right?”

Chanelle:  You was the one who was huggin’ on her and shit!  You just jealous.  Are you, like… a lesbian?

Chanelle does her best generic Mean Girl impression as she begins flipping her hair repeatedly and giggling.  Torielle rolls her eyes once more and then a sly smirk comes over her face as she leans in, just inches from Chanelle’s face.

Torielle:  Only for you, baby…

Chanelle raises an eyebrow as Torielle playfully puckers her lips before laughing.  Chanelle is about to go on when suddenly the stagehand approaches them once again with a stack of papers.  He fumbles around with one and hands it over to Chanelle.

Chanelle:  What’s this?

Stagehand:  It’s the card for the September 28th edition of Climax Control.

Respectfully, he also hands one over to Torielle who rolls her eyes yet again, grumbling under her breath, but letting only a few select words to be heard.

Torielle: … and now you act like you know who we is, or like we care that we ain’t got a match…

Chanelle:  Ummmmmmm…

Torielle:  Girl, can’t you see I’m all agitated in shit over here?  Can’t I have my moment without…

Chanelle:  But, we is booked, though…

Torielle stops in mid sentence and stares blankly at Chanelle for a minute.  She blinks twice before opening her mouth to speak.  However, nothing comes out, other than a low toned “Huh?”

Chanelle:  I said we is booked.  We got us a match against some bomb ass bombshells too.

Torielle:  Whose asses we gotta kick?  Do we get some janky ass combination of them Mean Girls again?  Like Holly Wood and Tessa Whogivesafuck?

Chanelle:  Naw, we can’t face Holly Wood cause she’s actually a he. Or, he’s a she?  Damn, why I always gotta try to be so politically correct and shit?

Torielle:  Wait, she’s a dude?  Like she got a mmm-hmmm and a pair of “ooooooh girl”’s?

Chanelle slowly nods her head as Torielle cocks her head to the side, narrowing her eyes, and letting her jaw hang open for a moment as she thinks it over.  She intensifies her questioning look as Chanelle finally stops nodding.

Torielle:  For real?  She’s the prettiest one though.  Like Liz got a funked up nose.  Delia look like a drag queen wit her man jaw. Angelica got herpes scars around her mouth.  Veronica obviously got like down syndrome or somethin’, and no one cares about the other one, so it wasn’t like she had competition, but damn…  Anyway, who we facing?

Chanelle:  We goin’ up against The Fallen, and…

Torielle:  WHAT?!  That’s gotta be a misprint.  Them girls ain’t been around for like a year or somethin’.  You sure we ain’t got some random girls they just threw together at the last minute like Bombshell Flavor of the week and desperate has been or never was?

Chanelle:  Naw girl, we facin’ Raynin and Gothika, it say it right here!

Torielle rips the paper out of Chanelle’s hand, despite having one of her own.  She fans it out and reads the names next to theirs, and she sees that Chanelle is right.  She laughs and then kindly hands the paper back to Chanelle.

Torielle:  Now I know that can’t be right.  Raynin went nuts and wasn’t part of The Fallen tag team since she was hospitalized.  It should be Diamond and Gothika… Maybe we’s a mistake on the card too.  Should we go talk to Erik?

Chanelle:  Hell naw! The last time we seen that dude, he was eyin’ up our lumps and shit!  But, if it is a mistake, and we show up, we still get paid, so why we gone go and ruin a payday by askin’ questions?

Torielle:  That’s true.  But imagine if we actually did face them, and won.  We could get our chance at the Mean Girls and we would be the biggest heroes of SCW!  That would be cray cray.

Chanelle:  But you just said…

Torielle:  I know what I jus’ said!  Can’t I fantasize for a hot minute about what it would be like to win tag gold and hear people screamin’ our names?  Damn!

Chanelle:  But it’s The Fallen.  It was teams before them, and it teams after, but they is the number one name ever on the tag team rosters.  Who says we could even stand a chance?

Torielle sighs, fantasy officially ruined.  She turns and looks directly as Chanelle before continuing.

Torielle:  I got mad respect for Darknyss, Raynin, Gothika, and Diamond.  It was one reason I wanted to come over to SCW to begin wit… But how we ever gone win a match is we actin’ like we already defeated?  I mean, I ain’t gone talk mess on these girls like I would anyone else, but we can’t win this one by assuming we gone lose.

Chanelle:  I never said we was gone lose, but these girls is the toughest opponents we faced.  It ain’t gonna be easy.

Torielle:  It better not be easy.  I don’t want the biggest win in our wrestlin’ careers to be easy. I want people to see that we can throw down.  People need to take us serious, and they ain’t gone do it if we get some easy win.  So, IF we face The Fallen for real, we gone give it all we got, and we gone show we for real, win or lose.

Chanelle:  Was that True Talk?

Torielle:  That was True Talk.  Why don’t you give us the remix so they can understand?

Chanelle:  Remix?  REMIX?  You CAN’T HANDLE the REMIX!  If I understand this correctly, you think we need to show that we got them skills, ya know what I’m sayin’?  We not gone hate on The Fallen, cause they some bad ass bitches.  And if we face them, we ain’t gonna lay down for the returning team.  If we lose, we gone give it every last bit of fight we got in us.  But if we win, we comin’ for them Mean Girls…  THAT was the remix…

Chanelle nods her head as Torielle shoves the camera back a few paces.  As the camera tries to refocus, both members of Azz n Class are out of the shot.  The camera looks to the left, spotting nothing.  It quickly looks over to the right, and we see both members still standing there.  The camera keeps rolling as they stare blankly back at it.

Cameraman:  Anything else?

Torielle:  Naw dude, we said everything we was gonna say.  That’s why we pushed the camera back.  It was like an old school Tupac Shakur “Peace out” kinda thing…

Chanelle:  Now you up and ruined it, though.  Should we try it again?

Cameraman:  These cameras are expensive, and I don’t think you should…

Before he can finish that thought, they shove the camera out of their faces once more.  The camera quickly refocuses back on them as the cameraman scoffs, muttering under his breath.  Chanelle places a hand on her hip and lunges forward in a display of dominance as the camera moves back.

Torielle:  Girl, it’s passed… He done messed it up.  Peace y’all, see you in two weeks at Climax Control.

Chanelle:  Deuces…

Both women walk out of the shot, muttering to themselves as well as the cameras fade out to black.

 We find our way inside of a quaint little room that has a round table set up in the middle.  Covering the table is a clean, white lace tablecloth, with a tea cup on a saucer that is set in front of the two chairs that are tucked against the table.  In the background, there is the delightful sound of Sebastian Bach playing softly over the speakers.  Before you ask yourself if you are watching the right promotional video, the camera moves over toward a fancy double door.  This is when we spot two lovely ladies walking just under the door frame, with a man standing in between them, each having their arms wrapped around his.  The ladies are wearing white, frilly gowns that are puffed out around the singed waistline.  Atop their heads are large white powdered wigs.  The man is dressed in a butler’s uniform as he kindly leads them to the table.  Torielle Jackson, the slightly slimmer of the two in the waistline, stops behind the first chair.  Chanelle Martinez, who has a bit of extra “puff” in her backside, is led across the table from her.  The butler pulls out her chair, allowing her to part her dress slightly to the side as she takes her seat  He gently scoots the chair toward the table before paying Torielle the same respect.

Chanelle:  Thank you ever so kindly, Jerome.  I do hate ever so much to be a bother…

Jerome: Anything fa you, ma…

Jerome breaks the character that Chanelle and Torielle had tried ever so hard to construct for him.  Chanelle rolls her eyes before taking a napkin and placing it across her lap.  Jerome moves around the table and gives Torielle the same treatment.  As Torielle places the napkin over her lap, she looks across the table with a smile.

Torielle:  Dear Chanelle, why must it be ever so difficult to find good help these days?  Even if he is rather handsome..

Torielle offers a faint chuckle as she brings a gloved hand up to her face, brushing at it gently.  Chanelle nods her head as she feigns a yawn in her friend’s direction.  She looks over toward the door as Jerome brings in a platter with a tea pot, bowls of cream and sugar, as well as a small plate of pastries.  Chanelle nods her head toward the middle of the table and then smiles as he places it where it is meant to go.

Torielle:  Shall we proceed now, Chanelle? I am dreadfully famished!

Chanelle:  By all means… do help yourself.  As they say at stateside, “dig in!”

Torielle rubs her hands together as she reaches toward the plate, ready to grab a handful of the delicious treats in front of her.  Chanelle’s eyes widen as a smile crosses her face.  However, this is not lost upon Torielle and she, instead, reaches for the tea.  She pours herself a cup, and then looks back toward Jerome who is standing by the door.

Torielle:  Jerome, dear… you’ve forgotten to bring us a proper utensil for our pastries.  Do fetch it for us, won’t you?

Chanelle looks disappointed as Torielle gives her a look that says “nice try” as she dabs a few spoonfuls of sugar into her cup, stirring it.  Chanelle rolls her eyes and pours herself a cup as well.

Chanelle:  And to think, I underestimated you my darling friend.  At least it proves that you live up to at least half of our moniker of “A Double Z and Class”.

Torielle I would never make a wager that I did not believe I could win.  Would you like some sugar for your tea?

Chanelle:  Why, I would love some. Would you be a dear and assist me with retrieving it?

Torielle has her cup in her hand, taking a drink from it with her pinky out.  She stifles her sip as she sits the cup down on the saucer.  She looks at the bowl and then places her hand over her chest to give a friendly chuckle.

Torielle:  Darling! You simply will not give up on tempting me.  You know that it is improper to reach across the table. Surely you are closer to it than I am…

Chanelle offers a forced smile as she begrudgingly reaches across the table to grab hold of the small bowl.  She quickly scoops three into her cup before stirring it.

Chanelle:  Well, we simply cannot fault a girl for trying, now can we?

Torielle:  No, I suppose I shant.  However, need I remind you that such a thing is hardly ladylike in nature?

Chanelle continues to slowly stir her cup.  Both ladies seem as if they are now keeping a close eye on the other.  Chanelle lifts her cup up to her deep red lips, taking a sip.  She takes a drink and Torielle is about to say something when Chanelle sticks her pinky finger up quickly.  In doing so, she drops the cup from her fingers, spilling it all over herself.

Chanelle:  Awww shit!

Torielle laughs loudly in joy as she claps her hands together, pointing back to her friend.  She nearly falls backward and out of her chair as she kicks her feet.

Torielle:  Hahaaaaa! DEUCES bitch!  DOO-SEZZZZZ!

Chanelle:  Girl, accidents happen! We should start this thang over…

Torielle:  Hell naw, girl! I already won and it only took me like five minutes!  I proved I got mo’ class than you and I ain’t even have to break a sweat wit’ it!

Torielle rips off her powder wig and flings it across the room in a sort of celebration.  She leans back into the table as Chanelle slams a fist against the table.

Chanelle:  Girl that ain’t even fair. I can’t help that I spilled shit on myself.

Torielle:  Yeah, but you could help sayin’ “Aww shit!” and not holdin’ yo pinky up.  I win, and now you gotta admit on the show that I’m the leader of Azz n Class, and you gotta kiss my ass!

Chanelle’s eyes widen as she looks across the table at Torielle.  She shakes her head as she purses her lips, looking a bit angry at this announcement.  Torielle nods her head slowly as if to tell her that she must.

Chanelle:  That wasn’t part of the deal, girlfriend! I ain’t kissin’ yo ass!

Torielle:  We each got to pick a second part to our bet, and I chose that. It is my choice, girl…

Chanelle:  Can’t it be like I carry yo bags or somethin’? I ain’t kissin’ no one’s ass, no matter what kinda bet we got goin’ on…

Chanelle loosens up her expression as she dares Torielle to push the issue.  She turns her cup over and pours more tea into it.  She takes more sugar and stirs it into her cup as Torielle continues.

Torielle:  Fine girl… Whatever. Carry my bags, and clean out Louie V’s doo doo from his box for a month and you ain’t gotta kiss my ass.

Chanelle:  Fine! Long as I ain’t gotta kiss yo ass, I’m straight…

Torielle smiles as she reaches across the table, faking a polite handshake.  Chanelle begrudgingly accepts it, rolling her eyes once again as she goes back to drinking her tea.  Torielle looks over to the camera with a smirk on her face.

Torielle:  Aight peeps. It’s time for True Talk wit’ya girl Torielle… Ms. Jackson if you nasty.  Sorry bout it Holly Wood, but I can’t resist!

Torielle gives a thumbs up just to the left of the camera as if she were looking right at Holly.  She looks back to the camera and resumes talking.

Torielle:  So, I ain’t been in a SCW ring in a long ass time, girl.  I been workin’ the ring elsewhere, so don’t think I ain’t been up on my trainin’s and such.  I ain’t got no ring rust to worry about.  I’m straight, dawg…  But then I get a call from that Erik Staggs dude and he tell me he wants me to come back to face some chick named Katie K. I’m thinkin’ “Great, another stupid Barbie bitch I gotta fight.”  Katie K sounds like some plastic girl.  But I get on my phone, and do some searches on Google to find out that she some proper British girl who ain’t fought but one match in SCW, and like one other somewhere else in Vegas.

Torielle shifts in her chair, getting a little more comfortable as she adjusts her dress.  She finds it difficult to look tough when her hair is a mess, and she is dressed like the Queen of England or something.

Torielle:  I’m thinkin’ I gots me an easy target this week. I can get my first ever solo win in SCW.  I’m facin’ the new girl.  What she did so far?  She lost to Joanne Canelli, and cried about referees playin’ unfair.  Bitch, this is wress-lin’!  You jus’ suck!  And when I beat you, and yo daddy try talkin’ some smack about how I ain’t win the match fairly, I’m gonna find you after the show, and we gone get reeeeal hood behind the buildin’. Ya heard?  Now, I ain’t gonna waste a bunch of time, talking ‘bout how I’m gone beat you, and why you suck, cause err’body already know.  Jus’ make sure you leave them excuses at the door baby girl.

Chanelle: In case you ain’t heard the first time, Katie, here the remix!  Torielle gone beat yo proper British ass, and then when you start cryin’ that you ain’t get a fair shake, we gone find you out back, and lay it on ya Brooklyn style!  Now DAT’S some True Talk!

With that, Chanelle reaches across the table and gives Torielle a fist bump, staring right into the camera.  Both ladies shove the camera away from them as the scene fades out.

 Booked To Win?

Inside of a large mansion decked out with almost every shade of white imaginable from the curtains to the white marble pillars to the white leather furniture, there are many people sprawled out randomly.  Everyone is asleep as the sun has just freshly risen in the sky.  It sparkles off of the large pool seen through the window with a few white beach chairs sitting on the deck.  As we go around the room, we notice a few famous faces ranging from the lower end of Chanelle Martinez and Torielle Jackson to Jay-Z himself!  Despite the beautiful decor inside of the mansion, there is trash strewn about.  Over next to the white marble stairs, there are two large plastic bubbles on each side of the steps, one at the top and one at the bottom.  Inside, there are a couple of cage dancers sleeping, curled up like babies.  Slowly, Chanelle Martinez is awakened by the maids who walk in to start clearing up the mess.  Chanelle yawns as she looks around, hardly remembering the party at all.

Maid:  Sorry miss, I certainly did not mean to startle you.

Her soft voice compliments her Dutch accent nicely as she calmly apologizes to Chanelle.  Instead of reacting angrily, Chanelle nods her head softly and fumbles around in her purse with one hand while she holds onto her head with the other one.  She pulls out a pack of cigarettes and lights one up, feeling ashamed for doing so.

Chanelle:  Damn, how much did I drink last night?

She gets up off of the long white abstractly artsy leather couch and adjusts her black sparkling mini skirt.  Once it is satisfactory, she pulls down her plain black tank top and her bright red undershirt to cover up her lovely lady lumps.  She puffs on the cigarette as she walks over to the door, staring out at the pool for a moment before walking barefooted out to the patio.  She stands at the edge of the pool, thinking to herself…

”How did I get here?  Not like, here at this fancy ass mansion party, but here at this point in my life.  I got my girls at my side, especially Torielle, and it couldn’t be better.  Running a clothing line from my money I made in 3WL, chillin’ wit celebrities… It’s like a dream come true, ain’t it girl?

“Something is missing.  The passion I used to have for this sport just ain’t in it no more.  People in Sin City don’t look at me like the World Class wrestler I used to be in 3WL.  They think of me as that ghetto ass chick who walk around wit her friend and get her ass kicked by stupid lil bitches, when they even lucky enough to be on the card at all.  I wanted to do something small because that’s where my roots be, and that’s where I wanted to fade from the scene.  Fuck the World Wide shit.  I came to win, and bitch, I’m gonna do just that.”

Chanelle takes another long puff from the cigarette and leans down to the pool, soaking the half lit cigarette before tossing it over to another pile of butts off to the side.  She has this genuine smile we have never seen on her before and she just can’t seem to get rid of it.  Her warm ebony skin glows in the sun, even if her make-up has her looking like a damn fool right now.  She closes her eyes and basks in the warmth like she was feeling God’s embrace until the shattering yell comes from the doorway to the mansion.

Torielle:  GIRL!  You ain’t gone believe this shit.  I think I found that janky ass Erik Staggs’ reason for getting in touch wit us!

Chanelle turns around, looking startled and confused at the same time.  She stretches out with another yawn, walking away from the pool to see what the fuss is all about.

Chanelle:  Damn girl, I was feelin’ good sitting up here by this fancy ass pool, thinkin’ bout shit and you gotta run yo mouth about some paranoid delusional shit?

Torielle:  Naw girl, I was just checkin up on Twitter to talk about last night when I saw that “Hot Stuff” Mark Ward was sayin’ some shit about people bein’ booked to win and droppin’ the ball.  Who got called in to wrestle after like six damn months against some new chicks who they sinkin’ money into like cray?  Us!

Chanelle:  Girl, you still drunk because that don’t many any sense!  I been on Erik about getting us a match for like months and he finally did us a favor.  Instead of actin’ like a bitch about it, maybe you should send him a thank you note or some shit?

Torielle:  Like hell!  I ain’t sendin’ that creepy bastard anything but a kick to the nuts.  I ain’t gonna be some jobbin’ ass bitch, CeCe!

Chanelle rolls her eyes and nods her head in approval.  She brushes her long black locks out of her face as she walks up closer to her tag team partner.

Chanelle:  I ain’t said nothing like that.  Just cause we ain’t done caught a break don’t mean we jobbin’!  If you think like that, then we gone go out there and get our asses kicked.  You gotta think positive about this.  We facin’ some rich girls who was probably neighbors to White Chicks who only had to worry about evening gowns and caviar.  We grew up on the streets and we fought for every damn thing we got.  We got survival instinct while Danica Jones and Angel Kash fought to keep three pounds off they skinny asses so them uptight white boys would want them when they secretly craving this…

Chanelle turns around and puts the hydraulics to her ample backside, making each cheek bounce under her tight mini skirt.  Torielle cries out like a pterodactyl with laughter.  She points to Chanelle, having gotten a rise out of her.  Chanelle turns around and puts a single hand on her hip, showing off the gold chain linked bracelet as she gives her the “Bitch please” look.  Torielle shakes her head.

Chanelle:  Now, lemme give you the REEEEEEEEEEEEEMIXXXXX baby girl… We ain’t meant to be some jobbin’ ass girls to Britney and Tiffany Wilson.  Ain’t no way these two bitches can handle what we got for them in the ring.  If anything, maybe Mark was talkin’ about they skinny, boney asses supposed to make us look good and they too chicken shit to say a damn thing about us to the public.  So don’t you worry ya little head about us losing this one cause we got this shit on lock.  Now go get yo shoes, grab mine, and we gone get outta here before Jay-Z realizes he missed out on seconds.

Torielle:  Seconds?  I ain’t even know there was firsts!  You a damn hoe!

Chanelle:  Girl, it’s Jay to the mothafuckin’ Z, of course I’m gonna break off a piece.

Torielle shakes her head and purses her lips, rolling her eyes as she walks into the mansion.  Chanelle puts on a half smirk as she waits and the scene fades on out.

 {Big Dreams Crushed}

Torielle:  First off, the champs are the champs for a reason.  Second, those other girls is some serious lames.  Porn star and an inked up ho ass bitch?  Really?  That ain’t even cute.  Third, you just mad cause you tried bein’ nice to the Mexican one and she just dissed you.

Chanelle:  Damn girl, why every tan person gotta be Mexican?  You ign’int, plus that’s some shady shit though!  I gave her respect, and she acted like it was owed to her.  That’s how you start beef, and we ain’t the girls to beef wit!  I handle mines wit class, but when you diss on me, I’mma get real hood, real quick.  True talk right there.

Torielle:  Mmmhmm… Trust.  At Violent Conduct, we gone walk out as the Bombshell Tag Team Champions.  Nothin’ these other girls can do about it neither.

With that, both ladies finish their drinks and stand up.  They look to each other like they are having a silent conversation.  With a nod, Torielle starts walking toward the dance floor.  Chanelle flings her purse over her shoulder as she joins Torielle on her way to the dance floor.  Chanelle puts a hand up at the camera as the scene fades out.


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AND THAT DIDN’T HAPPEN!!!

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{Real Talk 2.0}

Walking off of the air plane back in Reno, Torielle has a disgusted look on her face.  Chanelle doesn’t say a word as they roll their luggage behind them.  Chanelle doesn’t look very happy, but seeing her friend looking to be in bad shape makes her expression soften a bit.  As much as these ladies bust each other’s chops, they are best friends.  Chanelle moves in a few steps closer, slowing down to have a word with her friend but Torielle just keeps on walking.  Chanelle puts her hands on her hips and gives Torielle a look that says “B*tch you betta…”  As Torielle keeps on walking, Chanelle hustles to get back to her friend.

Chanelle:  Look it ain’t my fault you mad, girl…

Torielle keeps on walking without saying a word.  Chanelle grabs onto her arm, having enough of this ignoring game.  Torielle flings Chanelle’s hand off of her and then abruptly turns. As people start to congest around her and mumble under their breath, she begins screaming.

Torielle:  THIS AIN’T THE ONLY PLACE TO WALK Y’ALL!  You CAN GO AROUND US!  Whatchu want?

She throws her hands up in the air as an elderly lady scoffs.  Upon seeing Torielle’s reaction, she looks shocked and appalled as she continues on.  Once people start walking around her, she narrows her eyes at Chanelle.

Torielle:  Like hell it ain’t yo fault I’m mad.  Where was you?  Hm?  Was you knocked out on yo ass again while four chicks was ganging up on me this time?

Chanelle:  Pft, girl you trippin’… Them four girls was ganging up on ME first, and you ain’t did shit, so stop clownin…

Torielle:  Twice!  In a row!  I come in to save you and get knocked out or beat down.  That ain’t team work!  Why it always gotta be me who gets defeated.  It makes me look like I don’t know how to fight.  I look like a damn fool in that ring.  We friends, but I don’t know if I can handle that shit again…

Chanelle:  Look, we got a match against Bianca and Trish, just the four of us.  If it makes you feel better, I will sit up in that ring the whole time and if we lose, it will be my ass who gets pinned.  It’s cool, if it will make you chill the fuck out, then I’m down.

Torielle:  I ain’t sayin’ that, I’m saying we girls.  We tight.  But I gotta know you got my back like I got yours.  We ain’t a team unless we can count on each other.  I SAID WALK A-ROUND ME BITCHES!

Torielle yanks a bag out of a businessman’s arms and throws it on the other side of her.  He scoffs and starts to say something when Torielle gets in his face instead.

Torielle:  GET OUT MY FACE!  GET OUT MY FACE!  GET OUT MY FACE!  GET OUT MY DAMN FACE!

She puts her hand in her face and then removes it, giving him the general idea of what she is asking him.  He just shakes his head and walks around her.  She purses her lips and puts a hand on her hips.

Torielle:  That goes for the rest of y’all too.  It you need a tutorial, please pay attention to what this man is doing and walk a half circle around us bitches who is trying to conversate up in here…  Damn…

Chanelle:  Damn, I’m supposed to be the one wit a temper but you is a fierce ass bitch!  I like it.  Maybe you taking a few tips from me after all…

Torielle:  I can’t let you have all the fun between us.  Can’t a girl have a bad day now and then?

Chanelle:  Have a bad life for all I care as long as you keep that attitude on you.  Get fired up, I likes to see you got dat fight in you.  Them Italian chicks can’t handle this!

Torielle:  At least we know they ain’t drug users, so we don’t hafta worry about them acting up like them Bronx bitches who on some other shit.

Torielle picks up her bag and begins moving along once more.  Chanelle follows along, doing her best to make sure her friend is feeling better.  As they walk up to a Starbucks, Chanelle orders two lattes and they wait around for them.

Chanelle Martinez:  I don’t know if that bitch was on some steroids or what, but when we was knocked out, I knew she had to be on some other shit right there.  This time, we rollin’ against Bei Combattenti and we allllll alone girls… You scared yet?  You betta be, cause we will walk out as champions this time.  Just remember dat when you hear us shoutin TWOOOOOOOO STEPPP!  TWOOOOOOOOOO STEPPP!  It’s over.  Ya finished, and them titles comin’ home around our waists!

Torielle:  Damn sho…  I think we would look good in gold, like some basketball stars girlfriends or something…

Both girls let out a resounding “Mmm hmmm” before taking their drinks and walking away laughing it up.  The scene fades out.

 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.