Post by King on Jun 13, 2023 15:58:57 GMT
Stephen Terrella and Portia sit at the bar in the Black Sands Club -the club they own together- after-hours on a Friday night. Stephen quietly reaches for the half-empty bottle of Bourbon resting on the counter in front of him and pours himself another shot of liquor. Portia has her phone pressed to her ear, listening to the sound of a ringback tone. In the temporary absence of conversation, Terrella downs his shot. He slams the glass down on the counter when he's finished. Portia doesn't get an answer on the other end of the line, but rather than leave a voicemail, she simply hangs up.
"She's not answering," Portia says in an annoyed tone of voice.
"Figured she wouldn't," Terrella says as he reaches for the bottle again to make another pour. "She's fucking pissing me off."
"I want to know what the hell that was with Wraith." Portia sets her phone down on the counter. "Is that why Brandy has been so busy the past few months?! She hasn't answered her phone once since Night of the Immortals!"
"I don't know what her fucking deal is but the bitch best explain it real soon," Terrella says as he stares into another full shot glass.
"Has he Dad heard from her?" Portia asks Stephen.
"No," Terrella tells Portia. "She wouldn't call him if her life depended on it. "She blames his ass for everything wrong in her life. I only deal with her bullshit because I owe the man. The guy is al'right."
"Maybe she's playing Wraith to get mess with Tara's head," Portia wonders aloud. "She can't actually like that weirdo, right?"
Terrella downs his shot. "Hell if I know."
Portia looks at Stephen, her facial expression flush with concern. "Where does that leave us for Odyssey then? I don't want to drag Brooklyn into this after she just won the Women's title, and with everything else…" Portia sighs. "I feel like I got her into all of that with Jennie Fenix in the first place."
"Don't worry about fucking Strader." Terrella looks over at her, trying to reassure her. "Whatever I got to do, I'll fucking do. He looks at you wrong, he'll be the next guy around here with his skull crushed."
"I worry about you getting hurt trying to be in too many places at once in a barbed wire match." Portia continues on, "The last one was brutal. JC tried to take your head off, baby. And we don't know much about Alexandra. Of all the people the woman could've challenged, she walked up to you wearing barbed wire on her hand. I can't shake the feeling that she wanted this type of match specifically. It's something we'd do."
"Part of me admires the balls on her, but she just thinks she fucking wants this," Terrella says as he twists the empty shot glass in his hand on the bar top. "If it wasn't for her and Keeton, we'd have finished Knox weeks ago. I'd have my title still and he'd have never fuckin' touched you. She's owed, and I'm going to make her fucking pay in blood. Wherever her head is, she just made the fuckin'mistake of coming straight to me, only difference."
Portia puts her hand on Terrella's, "I just wish we had a plan B, if we needed it. When Chris was around, we always had that option with him, Rob and Shelly."
"We'll figure it out," Terrella tells Portia. "Gettin' late though, let's lock up and call it a night."
"She's not answering," Portia says in an annoyed tone of voice.
"Figured she wouldn't," Terrella says as he reaches for the bottle again to make another pour. "She's fucking pissing me off."
"I want to know what the hell that was with Wraith." Portia sets her phone down on the counter. "Is that why Brandy has been so busy the past few months?! She hasn't answered her phone once since Night of the Immortals!"
"I don't know what her fucking deal is but the bitch best explain it real soon," Terrella says as he stares into another full shot glass.
"Has he Dad heard from her?" Portia asks Stephen.
"No," Terrella tells Portia. "She wouldn't call him if her life depended on it. "She blames his ass for everything wrong in her life. I only deal with her bullshit because I owe the man. The guy is al'right."
"Maybe she's playing Wraith to get mess with Tara's head," Portia wonders aloud. "She can't actually like that weirdo, right?"
Terrella downs his shot. "Hell if I know."
Portia looks at Stephen, her facial expression flush with concern. "Where does that leave us for Odyssey then? I don't want to drag Brooklyn into this after she just won the Women's title, and with everything else…" Portia sighs. "I feel like I got her into all of that with Jennie Fenix in the first place."
"Don't worry about fucking Strader." Terrella looks over at her, trying to reassure her. "Whatever I got to do, I'll fucking do. He looks at you wrong, he'll be the next guy around here with his skull crushed."
"I worry about you getting hurt trying to be in too many places at once in a barbed wire match." Portia continues on, "The last one was brutal. JC tried to take your head off, baby. And we don't know much about Alexandra. Of all the people the woman could've challenged, she walked up to you wearing barbed wire on her hand. I can't shake the feeling that she wanted this type of match specifically. It's something we'd do."
"Part of me admires the balls on her, but she just thinks she fucking wants this," Terrella says as he twists the empty shot glass in his hand on the bar top. "If it wasn't for her and Keeton, we'd have finished Knox weeks ago. I'd have my title still and he'd have never fuckin' touched you. She's owed, and I'm going to make her fucking pay in blood. Wherever her head is, she just made the fuckin'mistake of coming straight to me, only difference."
Portia puts her hand on Terrella's, "I just wish we had a plan B, if we needed it. When Chris was around, we always had that option with him, Rob and Shelly."
"We'll figure it out," Terrella tells Portia. "Gettin' late though, let's lock up and call it a night."
Well howdy there pardner.