{Talk That Talk}
Another club scene? Really? Hellz yeah! How you gonna visit Japan without stopping by the Harajuku Station row? Girl please get serious… The crowds are so thick that there is hardly room to move between the velvet ropes. There is a sea of multi-colored hair against the graffiti blasted gray brick wall leading up to the club. Walking up to the front of the line is a very different Azz N Class than we’ve seen before. Chanelle Martinez is wearing a cotton candy pink wig pulled back by various hair pins into springy curls that cascade down her back. Her eyes are accented with a lighter pink with jewels along her brow line and covering her lips entirely. She is wearing a pink plaid skirt that is short and sweet as well as a white dress shirt covered in various novelty pins. She leans down to adjust her white and pink Adidas shoes, making sure to show off her ample backside. As she comes up, she looks over to Torielle Jackson who is wearing a single piece glittery white halter/bell bottom combo with a flashing white novelty tie. Her chocolaty hair flows down her back, accented with almost every color of the rainbow highlighting it in various spots. She is sporting her usual face paint as well as puffy white lips and the longest lashes imaginable. She struts forward in her white stilettos as if walking a runway. They walk up to the bouncer standing at the door as he eyeballs them for a moment. He looks back to the long line, then lifts the ropes for them, ushering them in. The crowds begin shouting as the girls shake their backsides in unison so they can stare as they disappear behind the curtains.
Torielle: All that hate, girl… They don’t know who we is…
Chanelle: They gone know in two weeks when we walking up out this bitch wit dem tag titles though. Trust.
There is a shared “Mmm hmm” moment before they walk down the dimly lit, grimey looking hallway leading to the club. The bass makes the lights hanging from the ceiling bob and shake. There is an androgynous couple leaning against the wall making out, stopping only to look at the two Bombshells with slick smiles. As we pass them up, there is a gothic looking dude sitting on the ground with his back against the wall, his narrow eyes not leaving the poster on the wall, even as Chanelle and Torielle walk right in front of him. As they reach the end of the hallway, the music can be heard much louder as the second curtain is pushed to the side. The interior of the club is much different than would be expected, fairly clean, not quite as crowded. It is brightly lit with various colored lights flashing around. There is a stage where a young Japanese female rapper is spitting hard on the microphone to an extremely bassy, almost dubstep instrumental set. Her hair is decked out in pink, blue, yellow, and red highlighted black dreadfalls in a blue and green schoolgirl outfit. Chanelle looks at her for a second and then looks to Torielle with a joyful gleam in her eye. Torielle shrugs her shoulders as she looks over to the bar which is almost as packed as the floor in front of the stage.
Torielle: Look, I ain’t understand a damn thing this girl saying. I don’t speak Chinese… Sound like she ordering from China Peace or somethin’…
Chanelle: Girl, you ig’nant! Damn! We in Japan, they don’t speak Chinese here, they speak Japanese…
Torielle: Well then it sound like she orderin’ from Hibachi-san or some shit. Girl you ain’t my momma.
Chanelle: Damn right I ain’t yo momma! Cause if I was you would have some damn manners instead of sayin’ shit like that.
Torielle: Yeah then I would be puttin’ plates of free food in my purse…
Chanelle clearly wants to argue the point further, but they are interrupted by the hostess of the club who smiles sweetly at them. She looks to both of them, admiring their outfits before bowing to them. Chanelle bows back.
Hostess: Thank you, thank you. Is things okay? No fighting in club or you get kicked out. It not like America club.
Chanelle: No ma’am we ain’t fightin’, just bein’ ourselves. It’s how we do.
The hostess continues to smile sweetly as she nods, probably only understanding every other word. She gets the point as she puts her hands together once more for a bow. She walks off to attend to other business as the ladies walk over to the bar. They lean against it, waiting for their turn as the young crowd continues to gather around.
Chanelle: Girl this match comin’ up is gonna be off the chain. We gone give these girls a tour of them ring posts. Watch they heads bounce off the turnbuckles, rub they faces into the mat as we show ‘em how we do up in Queens, girl.
Torielle: You know it, baby. Bei Combattenti gone find out what it’s like to get served up with the Two Step Special…
Chanelle: TWOOOOO STEPPPPP! TWOOOOO STEPPPPP! These girls is whack anyway. Trish Newborn couldn’t even beat that knocked up emo bitch, and Bianca is…
Just then, Chanelle feels someone’s presence up close on her. She turns around to stare up into the dark eyes of “The Italian Stallion” Giani Di Luca as he smiles at her. The confidence in Chanelle’s eyes fades as Torielle turns around and twirls her hair innocently. Giani nods his head up and down at a snails pace as he motions with his hands for her to continue. She rolls her eyes and clinches her jaw as she turns to Torielle for some moral support. When she sees her acting like she wasn’t in the conversation, she shoves her to the side.
Giani: You was saying…? Bianca is beautiful? Bianca has the champions advantage? Bianca is with that rock hard stud Giani?
Chanelle: Boy, you ain’t even cute so stop playin’. I was sayin’ that Bianca ain’t done shit and she ain’t shit but a pretty face. Yo girl is whack as hell. Tell me one thing she done since she got here. Oh wait, you can’t so you betta take that shit somewhere cause I ain’t buyin’ it!
Giani: No offense new girl, but when Bianca beats you ladies, you’re gonna feel real dumb, won’t you?
Chanelle narrows her eyes at Giani and puts a hand in his face. He takes hold of her hand and gently plants a gentlemanly kiss on it. She yanks her hand back and prepares to slap the taste out of his mouth when the bartender drops off two Kamikaze’s in front of her and Torielle. He quickly walks off to service the rest of the crowd.
Giani: Those drinks are on me, ladies. Just a little somethin’ to help ease the pain of your second loss. Funny my stable mates beat you, now my girls about to…
Chanelle moves through with the smack that echoes throughout the entire club. Giani clutches his cheek for a second with a smirk on his face. His eyes wander past her and over to the VIP lounge door, dancing up and down it before brushing past Chanelle. As soon as Giani is out of sight, Torielle looks over to Chanelle.
Torielle: Girl that boy was talkin’ all mess, thinking his girl stand a chance against us?
Chanelle: Oh, you think? Damn girl you sho got quiet when that dude walked up in here. You’s a shady bitch…
Torielle: Aww hell naw! Just cause I’m not about to start a fight wit our opponent’s boyfriend don’t mean I’m shady. You got a hot head and that’s why you always in so much damn trouble. And when you done pissed off Bianca, Trish, Laura, and Amanda, and you lookin’ real stupid in the middle of the ring gettin’ yo ass stomped, you gone know I got your back when I save you.
Chanelle: Girl please, how you gone save me when you on your back for the three count? Don’t even come at me talkin’ that mess. You so stupid…
Torielle: I’m stupid? Girl, you about as dumb as dog shit then. I saved yo ass to get pinned in our first match. Now, you focusing on how Bianca ain’t shit, when we facing Trish Newborn too. That chick really on some other shit, Trust that!
Chanelle rolls her eyes as they take their drinks to a nearby table. They sit down in the pub style chairs and turn to watch the music once more.
Chanelle: This whole match is a joke. They should just save everyone the trouble and hand us the belts. The champions are aight, but these two other chicks? Amanda and Laura. Are they even wrestlers, or they some kinked up episode of The L Word? Cutting promos actin’ like they don’t know the reason they even getting paid…
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: 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.
