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As soon as Climax Control went off the air, people were buzzing about all of the exciting happenings of the evening. The fans got to see an epic match up between Sean Jackson and Gabriel, and they got to see Andrew Watts show up and make his presence felt. The fans were also clamouring over SCW's World Bombshell Champion, Amy Marshall, and her open challenge. And speaking of Bombshell Champions, the Mean Girls somehow managed to go another week with gold. People were ever talking about the scream that was heard and revered around the entire world when Twisted Sister seered Delia Darling's face with a hot clothing iron. Very little was mentioned about the two who are walking through the backstage area, fresh from the nurses station, in the form of Chanelle Martinez and Torielle Jackson, Azz n Class. Respectively.
That didn't change the fact that both girls were seething at this point. Chanelle had pieces of her own hairdo in her hands, sloppily clipping them back in place while Torielle holds an ice pack against the side of her head as she looks down at the food stains all over her shirt and pants. While she is quietly angry, Chanelle is going on and on, enough for the both of them.
Chanelle: Dem bitch ass hoes! Dem dime store hookers! How they gone walk right up in our interview and try and punk us out? Who they thank they is? They better hope they done out this bitch before I get my hands on them. Gurl, you know I can make it ghetto up in here in two seconds flat. Got vaseline in my purse, and a straight razor in my heel, and I ain't afraid to cut a bitch...
Chanelle closes her eyes, clearly angry as she moves on down the hallway. She clips her large gold hoop earrings back in her ears as she reaches down to crack her knuckles, continuing on.
Chanelle: I had enough uh this Mean Girls bullshit, Tee Tee. They was pullin' this shit back when we joined SCW, even if they sucked dick better then they wrestled. And word on the street is they boring a.f. in the sack... They run they mouths on Twitter, and now they actually attackin' bitches cause they ain't got as many titles. Lawd Jesus, let me get my hands on a Mean Girl next week. Please!
Chanelle comes to the Bombshell locker room where her and Torielle seem to be the last ladies left. Chanelle looks around and shrugs her shoulders before walking up to a locker on the far wall. She opens the lock and pulls out two purses, flinging the leather one with leopard print over her shoulder. She hands the zebra pinted one to Torielle who just snatches it, narrowing her eyes as she spots an envelope sitting on the bench. She looks up to Chanelle who looks curious as she approaches it. She looks down to see their names written on it and she picks it up, sniffing it before coughing and holding her nose.
Chanelle: Dat stank ass perfume... It's either from a two dollar whore, or a Mean Girl...
Torielle closes her eyes, her nostrils flaring up as she looks down at it. She slowly takes it from Chanelle's hand, throwing caution to the wind as she tears the envelope open. She reaches inside and pulls out a five dollar US bill. Clipped to it is a small note. She unfolds it and reads over it, almost growling as she gets through it.
Chanelle: What it say, girl?
Torielle's sour expression gives her a hint, but she hands it over to Chanelle to read for herself.
Chanelle: "Dear ghetto girls," I already wanna slap a bitch... "We know that you do not have much, and we felt bad for ruining your most expensive outfits. We are fair, and though we did not have change for this five, we are confident that this will more than cover both outfits." Signed "Mean Girls..." Awww hell naw... "P.S. Hopefully you have learned your lesson not to fuck with the Mean Girls. Kiss kiss." Mmmm...
Torielle: Mmmm hmmm...
Chanelle shreds the note, but does not hesitate to slide the money into her purse.
Chanelle: Ain't that some shit? These shoes was six hundred, and don't even get me started on this up do...
Torielle is about to say her first actual word in hours when a backstage worker with auburn hair and glasses comes walking in. He smirks and pulls a piece of paper from his clipboard.
James: Hey ladies, I've been looking for you everywhere. Here's the card for next week. You have a match.
Chanelle politely accepts the paper, looking the man in geek chic up and down for a minute of admiration before holding the card out in a sophisticated manner. It doesn't take her long to spot something of interest.
Chanelle: Why, Torielle darling, I do say. You must take a look at this spectacle.
Torielle snubs her nose at Chanelle's awkward high society British accent... well, a poor attempt at one anyway. However, without saying a word, she obliges and snaps the page from Chanelle's hand. James blushes a bit as Chanelle runs her tongue across her glossy lips, and winks. However, Torielle's expression shakes him a bit, causing him to quickly scurry out of the locker room.
Torielle: WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Chanelle grabs a hold of James' backside on his way out, stunning the skiddish man even more. Chanelle rolls her eyes as Torielle flips over a table. As it is the only thing not bolted down, she just paces back and forth, stomping the ground hard as she goes.
Chanelle: Girl, I thought you would be happy to have a match.
Torielle comes to a screeching halt and her fiery eyes stare up at Chanelle. Instead of screaming, she simply laughs.
Torielle: Hell naw I ain't happy about this. First we run into a Pretty Little Liars clusterfuck, and now I gotta take on Freak Show! Who the referee? Regina Mills? Naw, I ain't happy bout none uh this! As a matter of fact, I don't wanna kick Twisted Sister's crazy ass. I wanna shake her fuckin' hand after what she did to Delia. I wanna take her out and get crunk like we BFF's. I wanna do everything BUT kick her ass at this point. I wanna fight a Mean Girl! Dat's true talk right there.
Chanelle: I wanna bash in they ugly ass mugs too, girl, but we gotta take what we can get right now.
Torielle: Take what we can get? Aight then. We gone take this. But after I kick her crazy cracker ass all over that ring, we gone hunt us some Mean Girls, and we gone do it Queens style. You bring the stockings, and I'll bring the rubber bands. This shit is on!
And with that, Torielle drops the sheet of paper with the card on the ground as the two walk off. The camera focuses in on Torielle and Twisted Sister's match as the scene fades out.