The Difference Between Want & Need (Roulette 3/3)

[King]

{Continued from #2}

Portia laughs softly. "Then there is Alek Bronson."

"Alek, you have the size and the power to possibly go toe-to-toe with my man. When it comes right down to it though, do you really have the want? That confrontation is going to come with an unimaginable amount of pain for you. You've gotten a taste already. Do you want to suffer more of that for the chance to win the Roulette? You don't seem like a man driven by money or Championships. You didn't even have to be a target, but you kept talking about me. I get it, I'm beautiful, and all the things you'll never have, but..."

Running his hand over his bald head, Terrella adds, "That shit makes me look at you, Bronson. Big guy, maniacal, scary... yeah, I get it. I just don't give a damn." Pointing at his own eyes, he continues, "You see fear here?! I've beaten you, shoved you off ladders... just because I fucking can! I've warned you! We cross paths, I'm going to make another real painful point to you! That shit is going to be so clear, even your crazy fucking ass will understand it! You keep my girl's name out your fucking mouth, and you keep out my fucking business. This night, my business is winning a Roulette, which means you ain't."

"What about Pax, baby?" Portia casts her gaze back at Terrella.

"Hunting for his ass, too." Terrella fires back. "Thing is, boy, I know I'm going to fucking find you. Sitting thirty, you going to be the last man out. I'll be there waiting, you can bank on that! I had a concrete powerbomb loaded and ready for you last we fought, and you got me. I'll give you that, you fucking got me. I got this thought in my head though, what if I powerbomb you out the damn ring and to the floor here? I want your elimination! I want the fucking hate, Stormcrow!! I'll stand in that ring and I'll eat that shit up because, when you're on top in this business, you're there because you're either loved or despised."

"Those people buying tickets, they ain't never going to root for me. I'm the asshole, and that's fine. I got the only love I want right here." Terrella turns to Portia, kissing her on the lips. "You, your boys in TDH, your fans... whoever you mean something to in this life, you can go fuck yourselves, too. I don't just want your hate, I crave it because, if I have it, it tells me I'm one step closer to getting to where I want to be!"

Twirling her hair, Portia looks skyward, feigning concern as she mockingly says, "I almost forgot, what about the invaders? These men who've came here from other companies with such big, scary reputations."

Dropping the act, she flashes a malicious smile. "Jason Cashe is here, great. Congratulations? It's another step down in your five part plan to be Angel Blake, Jason. Fuck Tara Fenix, check. Wrestle in the IWF, check. Maybe you could put some face paint on to cover up that hideous thing you call a face, it'd get you more than halfway there. If you have designs on winning this Roulette though and going on to become champion here, well..."

Portia looks up at Terrella. He growls. "I don't fear a man that calls himself the DiOGee. Shit, I don't even respect your ass. Should I? You hard, that it? Draw that line, cross it, see what happens to your ass, boy! If I'm on the other side, be the first, biggest and last mistake you ever make here! That one fucking nipple you got will make for a nice target when I hit you with a heart punch, throw your ass out the ring, and back to whatever shithole you crawled out of!"

Portia laughs coldly. "What about some of these other guys, baby?"

Rubbing at his chin, Terrella says, "Different names, different faces, different companies signing checks... but they're all thinking about fucking up in the same way, by standing in my way. That ain't somewhere you want to be."

"Man learns there is a difference between want and need. I don't need this to get to where I want to go. Win or lose, I get paid. If it ain't this way, I'll get to that world title shot another. Picking at scabs, taking cheapshots... doesn't bother me."

"Make no mistake, I want this Roulette though. This match, that makes me dangerous. Man needs something, he plays it cautious. He worries about what he could lose. What am I losing? I ain't going to find myself looking across that fucking ring at someone I love. I ain't worried about friendship, or your respect. You can take those, and you can shove'em up your ass. Ain't about having no good contest, or proving myself. It's about taking what I want, and I ain't asking for anyone's permission to do it! This is my motherfucking time!"

"Fuck this promotional bullshit, though! I'm done! Eight days, right? Eight days, that's what we got. If you think I'm full of shit, in eight days, fight me, stop me if you can. But I promise you, that ends in pain no matter who you are."

The camera cuts.