Post by King on Oct 29, 2020 1:59:24 GMT
"Jenna, did you get it to work," asks an anonymous female voice as a camera films some footage of a rather nondescript marble tile floor, shaking back and forth as some rustling can be heard off camera.
"Yeah, we're good. It's on," a voice, presumably the unknown Jenna's answers back as the shot quickly catches a glimpse of a pair of high heels before darting up the woman's legs and body, finally landing on a shot of the woman's face.
"Hiii." She waves with a smile.
"Portia, no one is going to watch this," a gruff voice can be heard saying off camera.
"Baby, people love social media," the blonde woman now identified as Portia points out. She carries on, "I've got close to twenty-seven thousand followers; and once you sign that contract offer from Imperial Wrestling you're going to have followers. We're going to be fucking famous, baby! Besides, even if no one watches this," she rolls her eyes mid-sentence, "one day when we're rich and famous, our kids can watch this from our enormous mansion on the beach. After you make me Mrs. Stephen Terrella, of course."
The camera shifts over to Terrella, shaking his head. "I'm not making a fucking social media account. I'm not going to sit and twit a bunch of idiots who've never been in a fight in their life explaining to them why they're fucking stupid for trying to talk about fighting with a guy like me who has done nothing but fight for his entire life. I'd rather be kicked square in the balls. The pain would end quicker."
"Tweet, baby," Portia points out. "When you put something out on social media it's called a tweet."
Terrella runs his hand over his head, then shifts it side-to-side to crack his neck. "Tweet then, what-the-fuck-ever. You're better at that shit than I am. I hate people. So why don't you make it, and you run it for me. I'll do what I do best- beat the shit out of people. We'll make a fuck ton of money, I'll take care of you, and then you never have to take your clothes off again for anyone but me."
Portia enters into the shot, leaning in for a kiss. "I love you, baby."
"I love you, too," Terrella responds in kind,.
Portia asks, "Off to Rochester then to sign this deal?"
"Yeah," acknowledges Terrella. "I want to get this shit done. The fucking lawyer is hounding me for money again from when I broke that guy's arm working that club in Reno. We need some fucking cash. Maybe I can squeeze some cash out of a few of the guys working there, too? Some of them look soft. I could probably scrounge up a few dollars busting a few heads. I got that itch to fight anyway and that shit needs scratched."
"You're always so aggressive, baby. I want to go shopping when we get to New York," Portia excitedly remarks. "I've never been to New York."
"Yeah," Terrella half grunts, "me neither. I just wish we could drive out there. I hate fucking planes. I'm going to be stuck in this tiny ass seat with some snot-nosed little brat probably kicking me in the back the entire time. For fucks sake, or we'll get stuck sitting next to someone who wants to fucking talk to us the entire time. I'm dreading this shit already."
Portia puts her arms over his shoulders, one wrist sitting atop the other. "Once we get that money though we'll be flying first class all the time, baby." Portia steals another kiss.
"Yeah, shit is going to change for sure," adds Terrella. "Let's catch this plane though, get this fucking flight over with."
"Yeah, we're good. It's on," a voice, presumably the unknown Jenna's answers back as the shot quickly catches a glimpse of a pair of high heels before darting up the woman's legs and body, finally landing on a shot of the woman's face.
"Hiii." She waves with a smile.
"Portia, no one is going to watch this," a gruff voice can be heard saying off camera.
"Baby, people love social media," the blonde woman now identified as Portia points out. She carries on, "I've got close to twenty-seven thousand followers; and once you sign that contract offer from Imperial Wrestling you're going to have followers. We're going to be fucking famous, baby! Besides, even if no one watches this," she rolls her eyes mid-sentence, "one day when we're rich and famous, our kids can watch this from our enormous mansion on the beach. After you make me Mrs. Stephen Terrella, of course."
The camera shifts over to Terrella, shaking his head. "I'm not making a fucking social media account. I'm not going to sit and twit a bunch of idiots who've never been in a fight in their life explaining to them why they're fucking stupid for trying to talk about fighting with a guy like me who has done nothing but fight for his entire life. I'd rather be kicked square in the balls. The pain would end quicker."
"Tweet, baby," Portia points out. "When you put something out on social media it's called a tweet."
Terrella runs his hand over his head, then shifts it side-to-side to crack his neck. "Tweet then, what-the-fuck-ever. You're better at that shit than I am. I hate people. So why don't you make it, and you run it for me. I'll do what I do best- beat the shit out of people. We'll make a fuck ton of money, I'll take care of you, and then you never have to take your clothes off again for anyone but me."
Portia enters into the shot, leaning in for a kiss. "I love you, baby."
"I love you, too," Terrella responds in kind,.
Portia asks, "Off to Rochester then to sign this deal?"
"Yeah," acknowledges Terrella. "I want to get this shit done. The fucking lawyer is hounding me for money again from when I broke that guy's arm working that club in Reno. We need some fucking cash. Maybe I can squeeze some cash out of a few of the guys working there, too? Some of them look soft. I could probably scrounge up a few dollars busting a few heads. I got that itch to fight anyway and that shit needs scratched."
"You're always so aggressive, baby. I want to go shopping when we get to New York," Portia excitedly remarks. "I've never been to New York."
"Yeah," Terrella half grunts, "me neither. I just wish we could drive out there. I hate fucking planes. I'm going to be stuck in this tiny ass seat with some snot-nosed little brat probably kicking me in the back the entire time. For fucks sake, or we'll get stuck sitting next to someone who wants to fucking talk to us the entire time. I'm dreading this shit already."
Portia puts her arms over his shoulders, one wrist sitting atop the other. "Once we get that money though we'll be flying first class all the time, baby." Portia steals another kiss.
"Yeah, shit is going to change for sure," adds Terrella. "Let's catch this plane though, get this fucking flight over with."
Well howdy there pardner.