Post by King on Jul 16, 2021 4:36:26 GMT
The IWF film crew knocks on the door of Stephen Terrella's dressing room immediately following the conclusion of Sacrifice. The first knock goes unanswered, so they knock again. The second tap at the door sees it fling open, and Portia steps into the frame; her hair wet from just having showered to rinse the Mountain Dew out, and wearing one of Terrella's shirts that's more than a few sizes to big for her.
Portia answers with a nasty sounding, "What?"
Cali Robbins greets Portia: "Hi. I just wanted to get your reaction on Stephen's big win tonight, and his move into a first place tie in the tournament?"
Portia gives her a glare, and snaps, "Of course my man won. Do you think I'm surprised?! Steve Awesome is a loser, and he'll always be a fucking loser... and I hope he's laid up in a hospital somewhere right now, and that realization has set in!"
"Are you still mad about the sod--", Cali tentatively asks before she's cut off.
Portia interrupts her, saying: "Don't you even bring that up!"
Cali shifts gears, asking Portia: "Well, what are your thoughts on next week's match? Stephen and Chris Diamond--"
Portia interrupts yet again, stating: "Are what!? Facing someone in a number one contenders match!? Have you seen the path of destruction they've cut?! So what."
"Noooo," "If you'd have let me finish," Cali says, a bit perturbed by the treatment she's receiving. She finishes the thought, "I was going to say Stephen and Chris are set to team up with Evan Albrecht against Abraxes, Nick Knight and Mr. Verona."
Portia stands silent, folding her arms across her chest, clearly pissed. "Evan Albrecht," she says, spitting the name off of her tongue with venom. "No, that can't be right. There is noooo fucking way we're teaming with Evan Albrecht. No, not happening!"
"The match is set. I just got word from management before I came down here.", Cali tells Portia.
Portia screams in frustration. "Baby," Portia shouts back to Stephen as Terrella appears in the doorway from his dressing room.
"Yeah," Terrella asks Portia, unsure exactly what is going on.
"Next week, you and Chris have to team with Evan Albrecht," Portia tells Terrella.
Terrella clenches his jaw tight, his fist balling up with pent up rage. He explodes, slamming his fist into the dressing room door, and shouting, "Fuck that, motherfucker!"
The door swings back on it's hinges, complete with a giant dent. Terrella turns, flipping over the couch in his dressing room. The camera catches a shot of him through the doorway turning to rip a television off the wall, then hurling it across the room. Cali takes a step back as she bares witness to the carnage. Terrella stops, seething in a silent fit of rage.
Portia turns to Cali, frostily saying, "We're done here."
Portia answers with a nasty sounding, "What?"
Cali Robbins greets Portia: "Hi. I just wanted to get your reaction on Stephen's big win tonight, and his move into a first place tie in the tournament?"
Portia gives her a glare, and snaps, "Of course my man won. Do you think I'm surprised?! Steve Awesome is a loser, and he'll always be a fucking loser... and I hope he's laid up in a hospital somewhere right now, and that realization has set in!"
"Are you still mad about the sod--", Cali tentatively asks before she's cut off.
Portia interrupts her, saying: "Don't you even bring that up!"
Cali shifts gears, asking Portia: "Well, what are your thoughts on next week's match? Stephen and Chris Diamond--"
Portia interrupts yet again, stating: "Are what!? Facing someone in a number one contenders match!? Have you seen the path of destruction they've cut?! So what."
"Noooo," "If you'd have let me finish," Cali says, a bit perturbed by the treatment she's receiving. She finishes the thought, "I was going to say Stephen and Chris are set to team up with Evan Albrecht against Abraxes, Nick Knight and Mr. Verona."
Portia stands silent, folding her arms across her chest, clearly pissed. "Evan Albrecht," she says, spitting the name off of her tongue with venom. "No, that can't be right. There is noooo fucking way we're teaming with Evan Albrecht. No, not happening!"
"The match is set. I just got word from management before I came down here.", Cali tells Portia.
Portia screams in frustration. "Baby," Portia shouts back to Stephen as Terrella appears in the doorway from his dressing room.
"Yeah," Terrella asks Portia, unsure exactly what is going on.
"Next week, you and Chris have to team with Evan Albrecht," Portia tells Terrella.
Terrella clenches his jaw tight, his fist balling up with pent up rage. He explodes, slamming his fist into the dressing room door, and shouting, "Fuck that, motherfucker!"
The door swings back on it's hinges, complete with a giant dent. Terrella turns, flipping over the couch in his dressing room. The camera catches a shot of him through the doorway turning to rip a television off the wall, then hurling it across the room. Cali takes a step back as she bares witness to the carnage. Terrella stops, seething in a silent fit of rage.
Portia turns to Cali, frostily saying, "We're done here."
Portia slams the door in Cali's face.
"This has been Cali Robbins... and I guess we're done here?"