Post by King on Mar 9, 2023 10:20:55 GMT
Embarrassment.
After being driven into an electrical box by Tara Fenix, stretchered out and taken away by an ambulance; as irrational as it may seem to some, embarrassment is what Stephen Terrella felt. His muscular, battle-scarred body had never failed him in a fight before- at least not that way. He had taken his licks before, absolutely. Those broad shoulders have been pinned to the mat for three seconds. His own blood has flowed from his body. In the end, however, he had always gotten up. Always. So being carted out -regardless of the fact that Tara Fenix went right alongside him- was a hard pill for his pride to swallow.
"Bring me a beer, babe? Please." He leans back, sinking deeper into the couch back home, while also glancing out into the kitchen at Portia.
"I'll bring you a water", she tells him. "You're not supposed to be drinking with those pain pills, and you've already had two. Slow down, for me."
"Al'right." A simple pleasure, a beer, was just one more thing he wasn't supposed to do right now thanks to Tara Fenix. "Shelly's match is about to start." He reaches over for his can of Skoal and feels a twinge of pain, another reminder of the events of Odyssey. He packs his lip with tobacco, shoving the pain down.
Portia walks into the room carrying one plain water for Stephen, plus a coconut seltzer water and chocolate bar for herself. She glances at the TV, where the March 3rd episode of Sacrifice is on. Jennie Fenix is coming out, which causes Portia to roll her eyes. She hands Stephen his water, leaning over to plant a kiss on his forehead before taking a seat on the couch. Shifting herself so her back is against the armrest and her feet are in Stephen's lap, she asks him: "Are you sure you don't want to watch something else, baby? You weren't real happy earlier when Brandy came out for Wraith's match."
Stephen rests his left hand on Portia's lower leg. "I know she's just fuckin' with him, 'cuz that's what she does. A damn heads up would've been fuckin' nice, though. I made Haynes book that handicap match for a reason. If I knew she was going to the show, I could've gone. We could've jumped Wraith's ass."
"You can't wrestle until the tenth, babe. The doctor said," Portia says with concern in her voice.
"Yeah," Terrella says, bitter at the fact. "It just aggravates the shit outta me that Brandy does whatever the fuck she wants sometimes."
Portia can't help but let out a little laugh at the irony in that statement. "She's a lot like someone I love that way. She's a tough girl. You just have to let her be her."
"Yeah," Terrella replies. Jennie and Shelly continue to wage war on the television as Portia begins to eat her chocolate bar. Time passes as Terrella watches intensely. Then… the finish comes.
Shelly has lost, causing Terrella to shout: "Fuck!" He leans forward, watching what transpires next.
{ The official hands Jennie her championship, which she holds tight to her chest while still laying on the canvas. She sits up, looking down at the nameplate on the title. Slowly Jennie gets the rest of the way to her feet after some moments pass. She looks down at Shelly, who is laying on the mat still, only now holding her arm. Jennie limps over, offering her hand to Shelly. Diamond stares back at her intensely before taking Jennie's hand so the champion can help her to her up. With the one good arm she has use of, Shelly raises Jennie's arm in victory. The two share a brief hug, with Shelly whispering something into Jennie's ear. Diamond then bows out of the ring, walking up the ramp still heavily favoring her shoulder. }
"What in the hell is that bullshit?!" Terrella shouts, putting the TV on mute and slamming the remote down on the table beside him.
"I don't know, babe," Portia tells him. "I don't know what's going through Shelly's head. It's got to be something to do with the stuff with her daughter."
Blood boiling, Stephen has no problem expressing his unfiltered thoughts on the subject. "She spit in my motherfucking face with that shit! I don't give a damn that she lost, but how in the hell is she going to hug Jennie fuckin' Fenix?! I'll tell you what I'm going to do- I'm going to call Haynes! And I damn sure ain't hugging anyone on the other team after this fight!!"
"Stephen, you have to calm down," Portia tells him. "I get it, but you went to the hospital after your last match!"
He rubs his face in frustration, then moves to get up from his seat as Portia looks on with worry.
"I'll be fine. You and me, and Brandy… we'll fight that whole fucking family." Terrella tells Portia.
"Babe, there's three of them and two of you! Calm down, make a plan," Portia pleads.
"I have a plan. I'm going to do some really bad fucking things to all three of them!" The rage continues to well up inside of Stephen.
Portia reaches for her phone before Stephen goes for his.
"You calling Haynes?"
"No," Portia tells him. "I'm calling Brooklyn. I don't want you to do this yet. I was terrified when you went into that electrical box! Terrified, Stephen!! You don't have anything to prove here! If you're going to do it though -and I know you are- I want someone else there with you besides just Brandy. I'm not going to watch you get carried out again, or worse. You're not even fully healed, damnit!"
Portia puts the phone to her ear, listening as it rings. "I just wish you'd wait, Stephen.
"I can't wait, babe." Terrella explains. "Every time I think about wrestling… Tara, Wraith… I know they just want to shove my nose in shit. I want to destroy everything they are."
"Hey, Brooklyn. I need you." The pace of Portia's speech quickens. "I really, really need you. Stephen got electrocuted a week ago, and he's still healing… and I don't know what to do. I'm worried about him, Brooklyn. He got electrocuted! And I know you can be there for him in the one way I can't help him…
{ Continued in the Brooklyn RP }
After being driven into an electrical box by Tara Fenix, stretchered out and taken away by an ambulance; as irrational as it may seem to some, embarrassment is what Stephen Terrella felt. His muscular, battle-scarred body had never failed him in a fight before- at least not that way. He had taken his licks before, absolutely. Those broad shoulders have been pinned to the mat for three seconds. His own blood has flowed from his body. In the end, however, he had always gotten up. Always. So being carted out -regardless of the fact that Tara Fenix went right alongside him- was a hard pill for his pride to swallow.
"Bring me a beer, babe? Please." He leans back, sinking deeper into the couch back home, while also glancing out into the kitchen at Portia.
"I'll bring you a water", she tells him. "You're not supposed to be drinking with those pain pills, and you've already had two. Slow down, for me."
"Al'right." A simple pleasure, a beer, was just one more thing he wasn't supposed to do right now thanks to Tara Fenix. "Shelly's match is about to start." He reaches over for his can of Skoal and feels a twinge of pain, another reminder of the events of Odyssey. He packs his lip with tobacco, shoving the pain down.
Portia walks into the room carrying one plain water for Stephen, plus a coconut seltzer water and chocolate bar for herself. She glances at the TV, where the March 3rd episode of Sacrifice is on. Jennie Fenix is coming out, which causes Portia to roll her eyes. She hands Stephen his water, leaning over to plant a kiss on his forehead before taking a seat on the couch. Shifting herself so her back is against the armrest and her feet are in Stephen's lap, she asks him: "Are you sure you don't want to watch something else, baby? You weren't real happy earlier when Brandy came out for Wraith's match."
Stephen rests his left hand on Portia's lower leg. "I know she's just fuckin' with him, 'cuz that's what she does. A damn heads up would've been fuckin' nice, though. I made Haynes book that handicap match for a reason. If I knew she was going to the show, I could've gone. We could've jumped Wraith's ass."
"You can't wrestle until the tenth, babe. The doctor said," Portia says with concern in her voice.
"Yeah," Terrella says, bitter at the fact. "It just aggravates the shit outta me that Brandy does whatever the fuck she wants sometimes."
Portia can't help but let out a little laugh at the irony in that statement. "She's a lot like someone I love that way. She's a tough girl. You just have to let her be her."
"Yeah," Terrella replies. Jennie and Shelly continue to wage war on the television as Portia begins to eat her chocolate bar. Time passes as Terrella watches intensely. Then… the finish comes.
Shelly has lost, causing Terrella to shout: "Fuck!" He leans forward, watching what transpires next.
{ The official hands Jennie her championship, which she holds tight to her chest while still laying on the canvas. She sits up, looking down at the nameplate on the title. Slowly Jennie gets the rest of the way to her feet after some moments pass. She looks down at Shelly, who is laying on the mat still, only now holding her arm. Jennie limps over, offering her hand to Shelly. Diamond stares back at her intensely before taking Jennie's hand so the champion can help her to her up. With the one good arm she has use of, Shelly raises Jennie's arm in victory. The two share a brief hug, with Shelly whispering something into Jennie's ear. Diamond then bows out of the ring, walking up the ramp still heavily favoring her shoulder. }
"What in the hell is that bullshit?!" Terrella shouts, putting the TV on mute and slamming the remote down on the table beside him.
"I don't know, babe," Portia tells him. "I don't know what's going through Shelly's head. It's got to be something to do with the stuff with her daughter."
Blood boiling, Stephen has no problem expressing his unfiltered thoughts on the subject. "She spit in my motherfucking face with that shit! I don't give a damn that she lost, but how in the hell is she going to hug Jennie fuckin' Fenix?! I'll tell you what I'm going to do- I'm going to call Haynes! And I damn sure ain't hugging anyone on the other team after this fight!!"
"Stephen, you have to calm down," Portia tells him. "I get it, but you went to the hospital after your last match!"
He rubs his face in frustration, then moves to get up from his seat as Portia looks on with worry.
"I'll be fine. You and me, and Brandy… we'll fight that whole fucking family." Terrella tells Portia.
"Babe, there's three of them and two of you! Calm down, make a plan," Portia pleads.
"I have a plan. I'm going to do some really bad fucking things to all three of them!" The rage continues to well up inside of Stephen.
Portia reaches for her phone before Stephen goes for his.
"You calling Haynes?"
"No," Portia tells him. "I'm calling Brooklyn. I don't want you to do this yet. I was terrified when you went into that electrical box! Terrified, Stephen!! You don't have anything to prove here! If you're going to do it though -and I know you are- I want someone else there with you besides just Brandy. I'm not going to watch you get carried out again, or worse. You're not even fully healed, damnit!"
Portia puts the phone to her ear, listening as it rings. "I just wish you'd wait, Stephen.
"I can't wait, babe." Terrella explains. "Every time I think about wrestling… Tara, Wraith… I know they just want to shove my nose in shit. I want to destroy everything they are."
"Hey, Brooklyn. I need you." The pace of Portia's speech quickens. "I really, really need you. Stephen got electrocuted a week ago, and he's still healing… and I don't know what to do. I'm worried about him, Brooklyn. He got electrocuted! And I know you can be there for him in the one way I can't help him…
{ Continued in the Brooklyn RP }
Well howdy there pardner.