[AnC]

 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.