[AnC]

 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.