{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.
