Post by King on Sept 21, 2023 22:24:11 GMT
Stephen Terrella smashes the keys on his phone with his rather large thumbs, his eyes staring down at the screen as he exchanges texts with the Brandy Cvetkova, professionally known as the Black Widow during this conversation:
Terrella lowers his arm, squeezing the phone in his hand as he takes a heavy breath to keep from throwing it.
Much later, the viewer finds themselves with another look inside Stephen Terrella's and Portia's office located within the Black Sands, the club they co-own together. Terrella stands quiet, jaw clenched tightly; his arms folded across his chest, partially shrouding the heavy chain hanging around his neck. Portia sits atop the desk, just off his left. She has her legs crossed one over the other, leaning in towards Terrella.
"Why don't we take a trip down memory lane to Night of the Immortals 2021, shall we" she says, holding her phone up for the camera. The YouTube clip rolls with the push of a button from her well-manicured finger.
Vasco Dias: Angel is pulling out every move in his arsenal!
Terri Morasco: He’s digging deep looking for that one move to end this match!
{ Angel looks ready to put this one away and stalks Diamond. Stephen starts to get up. Angel has his eyes on Chris. Terrella comes in from behind with a chop block as Chris launches himself off the mat with a clothesline on Blake! }
Terri Morasco: NO!
Vasco Dias: Angel was so close!
{ Stephen pulls Angel up off the mat and hoists him up into the electric chair. Chris makes his way to the top rope, still nursing his leg. Dean Harper slowly starts to claw his way back over the crowd barrier. Portia yells “DO IT!” Chris comes off the top and Violent Tendencies hit the Brutalizer!!! }
Vasco Dias: BRUTALIZER!!!!!
Terri Morasco: I don’t believe it!!!!
{ Dean crawls his way across the floor and pulls himself up onto the apron. Stephen makes the cover on Angel. Chris sees Dean coming. Blue Shoes drops into place for ONE! Dean claws into the ring and Chris goes to block him. TWO! Dean is fighting hard and is almost free of Chris! THREE!!! Dean breaks loose a split second too late and falls on the mat next to his father as the bell is rung to end this match! }
Alison Valance: Your winners and NEW IWF WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!! VIOLENT TENDENCIES!!!
{ Dean is on the match clutching his father who is now just holding his left arm, both Blake’s a bloody mess. Chris and Stephen stand, Stephen holding Chris up as they are handed the tag team titles! }
"That one probably stung, didn't it?" Portia snickers, laying her phone down on the desk.
"For one hundred forty-six days you and Dean held those tag team championships, Angel. That's no small accomplishment. It's yet another notch on a resume that has already earned you a place in the Hall of Fame. Chop half of your accomplishments off of there, most people would still take that for a career."
"Fast forward a year and a half later, you, alongside a different 'son', found yourself on that mountain top once again as half of the tag team champions. Two times, two different partners -two different children- you've reigned over the division with. How many people can say that?"
"If you don't require the partner to be a child, just one: Dean, your much more talented son." The corners of her lips curl into a smile. "Go ahead, put their resumes side-by-side, tell me I'm lying."
"Oh I'm sure Wraith will listen to this some time, somewhere, and when he does he'll throw a little temper tantrum. I know how much it kills him when he isn't the star of the show. Mommy will coddle him to soothe him. The world will stroke his ego because they love the theatrics he brings. Maybe you even give him a little fatherly pep talk yourself, Angel? You need him, after all."
"As the two of you continue your push deeper into the history books with your all-time record breaking reign though, you find yourself in a familiar situation, Angel- staring down my man. The only man in this company, as far as I know, that can say he has stood across the ring from Angel Blake and carries an undefeated record against him. Only this time the partners are different, aren't they? You downgraded to the lesser son, while making less defenses of those belts on your way to this run. And kudos to you for knowing how to play the game that well."
Portia gently claps her hands together, sincerely applauding.
"I really mean that, I do. Anything less than that from you and I'd have been disappointed. You wrote the book on how to play this game as dirty as humanly possible, and no matter what anyone says, you should be proud of that. Look at all the things it's earned you."
Portia reaches over, caressing Stephen's upper arm as he remains standing, only now with both hands holding onto the chain draped around his neck. "My man and I are going to perfect that book, however. We went out and found a partner that has the same thirst for blood that Stephen does. A woman, in Alexandra Calaway, that's had a long and decorated career; having already added the Invictus Championship to her resume in her short time here. She's also a woman that did what Wraith couldn't, beating the Raven in an IWF ring. Add in that she's absolutely fearless and unafraid to break a few rules, and I don't know what more we could ask for."
"We're building an empire, and if a certain someone would just learn to fall in line, that empire is going to continue to grow. We want to add the World Tag Team Championships to that empire though because every empire always needs more gold. We'll go to any lengths to get them, too. And if you think this match isn't us picking our spot, you're so dead wrong. We know both of you are reeling after the tournament, with a future encounter between you to come."
Terrella takes his left hand off the chain, rubbing at his chin with a bit of frustration. Glancing up, he says: "I got Calaway, and I got my girl here… and that's all I need for this match. I don't have to ask myself if they're in or out, 'cuz I know they're a fucking thousand percent in."
"Loyalty. That's what fucking matters."
"Now, Blake… you and I, we've been in this company a long fucking time together. We ain't fought a whole helluva lot. But hell, two months ago, we had a common goal… a common enemy. I thought we might end up on the same side. I may hate your family's fucking guts, but I'd have made that shit work cuz' I respected the heartless bastard you were."
"Funny thing is I sat home and listened to you talk before you fought Stormcrow, and what do I hear? You'd fucking take back what you did to Knox? I listened to that shit again thinking maybe I heard wrong, but nah, I didn't. That was Angel Blake sounding like a bitch on my television 'cuz he felt guilty."
Terrella points at the camera. "I knew then and there it was fucking time– time I did you the favor you've been begging those kids of yours to do, and that's put you out of your misery. Difference is, I won't feel bad about it after. I don't regret the shit I've done, only the shit I didn't win."
"And Wraith? Yeah, I don't need a reason to want to beat the fucking shit out of you, but damn I got a lot of them. Those tag titles being the fucking best one. But I ain't you. I ain't going to sit here with a bunch of words and theatrics. I'm going to go to that ring on Sunday, and I'm going to beat you into a bloody fucking pulp. Yeah, Sanguis Immortalis... we'll fucking see. And when I'm done, I'm going to walk out with your tag team title, motherfucker. Yeah, the one you wore to the ring. 'Cuz I want you to know...
"I got no remorse."
"No regrets."
"Now I'm done talking, cut that fucking shit off." Terrella marches towards the camera, angrily smothering the lens with his hand.
<End Feed>
Stephen: You in or fucking out Sunday?
Brandy: Told you I'm not fucking doing it. Even to Angel
Brandy: Settle it yourselves.
Brandy: Not getting involved
Stephen: What the fuck?! I got you this job to have my fucking back
Brandy: I do. But you don't fucking own me. I'm not your mindless weapon
Stephen: Ain't like you ain't screwed Wraith already
Brandy: đź–• Watch me at his press conference now asshole.
Brandy: Told you I'm not fucking doing it. Even to Angel
Brandy: Settle it yourselves.
Brandy: Not getting involved
Stephen: What the fuck?! I got you this job to have my fucking back
Brandy: I do. But you don't fucking own me. I'm not your mindless weapon
Stephen: Ain't like you ain't screwed Wraith already
Brandy: đź–• Watch me at his press conference now asshole.
Terrella lowers his arm, squeezing the phone in his hand as he takes a heavy breath to keep from throwing it.
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Much later, the viewer finds themselves with another look inside Stephen Terrella's and Portia's office located within the Black Sands, the club they co-own together. Terrella stands quiet, jaw clenched tightly; his arms folded across his chest, partially shrouding the heavy chain hanging around his neck. Portia sits atop the desk, just off his left. She has her legs crossed one over the other, leaning in towards Terrella.
"Why don't we take a trip down memory lane to Night of the Immortals 2021, shall we" she says, holding her phone up for the camera. The YouTube clip rolls with the push of a button from her well-manicured finger.
Vasco Dias: Angel is pulling out every move in his arsenal!
Terri Morasco: He’s digging deep looking for that one move to end this match!
{ Angel looks ready to put this one away and stalks Diamond. Stephen starts to get up. Angel has his eyes on Chris. Terrella comes in from behind with a chop block as Chris launches himself off the mat with a clothesline on Blake! }
Terri Morasco: NO!
Vasco Dias: Angel was so close!
{ Stephen pulls Angel up off the mat and hoists him up into the electric chair. Chris makes his way to the top rope, still nursing his leg. Dean Harper slowly starts to claw his way back over the crowd barrier. Portia yells “DO IT!” Chris comes off the top and Violent Tendencies hit the Brutalizer!!! }
Vasco Dias: BRUTALIZER!!!!!
Terri Morasco: I don’t believe it!!!!
{ Dean crawls his way across the floor and pulls himself up onto the apron. Stephen makes the cover on Angel. Chris sees Dean coming. Blue Shoes drops into place for ONE! Dean claws into the ring and Chris goes to block him. TWO! Dean is fighting hard and is almost free of Chris! THREE!!! Dean breaks loose a split second too late and falls on the mat next to his father as the bell is rung to end this match! }
Alison Valance: Your winners and NEW IWF WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!! VIOLENT TENDENCIES!!!
{ Dean is on the match clutching his father who is now just holding his left arm, both Blake’s a bloody mess. Chris and Stephen stand, Stephen holding Chris up as they are handed the tag team titles! }
"That one probably stung, didn't it?" Portia snickers, laying her phone down on the desk.
"For one hundred forty-six days you and Dean held those tag team championships, Angel. That's no small accomplishment. It's yet another notch on a resume that has already earned you a place in the Hall of Fame. Chop half of your accomplishments off of there, most people would still take that for a career."
"Fast forward a year and a half later, you, alongside a different 'son', found yourself on that mountain top once again as half of the tag team champions. Two times, two different partners -two different children- you've reigned over the division with. How many people can say that?"
"If you don't require the partner to be a child, just one: Dean, your much more talented son." The corners of her lips curl into a smile. "Go ahead, put their resumes side-by-side, tell me I'm lying."
"Oh I'm sure Wraith will listen to this some time, somewhere, and when he does he'll throw a little temper tantrum. I know how much it kills him when he isn't the star of the show. Mommy will coddle him to soothe him. The world will stroke his ego because they love the theatrics he brings. Maybe you even give him a little fatherly pep talk yourself, Angel? You need him, after all."
"As the two of you continue your push deeper into the history books with your all-time record breaking reign though, you find yourself in a familiar situation, Angel- staring down my man. The only man in this company, as far as I know, that can say he has stood across the ring from Angel Blake and carries an undefeated record against him. Only this time the partners are different, aren't they? You downgraded to the lesser son, while making less defenses of those belts on your way to this run. And kudos to you for knowing how to play the game that well."
Portia gently claps her hands together, sincerely applauding.
"I really mean that, I do. Anything less than that from you and I'd have been disappointed. You wrote the book on how to play this game as dirty as humanly possible, and no matter what anyone says, you should be proud of that. Look at all the things it's earned you."
Portia reaches over, caressing Stephen's upper arm as he remains standing, only now with both hands holding onto the chain draped around his neck. "My man and I are going to perfect that book, however. We went out and found a partner that has the same thirst for blood that Stephen does. A woman, in Alexandra Calaway, that's had a long and decorated career; having already added the Invictus Championship to her resume in her short time here. She's also a woman that did what Wraith couldn't, beating the Raven in an IWF ring. Add in that she's absolutely fearless and unafraid to break a few rules, and I don't know what more we could ask for."
"We're building an empire, and if a certain someone would just learn to fall in line, that empire is going to continue to grow. We want to add the World Tag Team Championships to that empire though because every empire always needs more gold. We'll go to any lengths to get them, too. And if you think this match isn't us picking our spot, you're so dead wrong. We know both of you are reeling after the tournament, with a future encounter between you to come."
Terrella takes his left hand off the chain, rubbing at his chin with a bit of frustration. Glancing up, he says: "I got Calaway, and I got my girl here… and that's all I need for this match. I don't have to ask myself if they're in or out, 'cuz I know they're a fucking thousand percent in."
"Loyalty. That's what fucking matters."
"Now, Blake… you and I, we've been in this company a long fucking time together. We ain't fought a whole helluva lot. But hell, two months ago, we had a common goal… a common enemy. I thought we might end up on the same side. I may hate your family's fucking guts, but I'd have made that shit work cuz' I respected the heartless bastard you were."
"Funny thing is I sat home and listened to you talk before you fought Stormcrow, and what do I hear? You'd fucking take back what you did to Knox? I listened to that shit again thinking maybe I heard wrong, but nah, I didn't. That was Angel Blake sounding like a bitch on my television 'cuz he felt guilty."
Terrella points at the camera. "I knew then and there it was fucking time– time I did you the favor you've been begging those kids of yours to do, and that's put you out of your misery. Difference is, I won't feel bad about it after. I don't regret the shit I've done, only the shit I didn't win."
"And Wraith? Yeah, I don't need a reason to want to beat the fucking shit out of you, but damn I got a lot of them. Those tag titles being the fucking best one. But I ain't you. I ain't going to sit here with a bunch of words and theatrics. I'm going to go to that ring on Sunday, and I'm going to beat you into a bloody fucking pulp. Yeah, Sanguis Immortalis... we'll fucking see. And when I'm done, I'm going to walk out with your tag team title, motherfucker. Yeah, the one you wore to the ring. 'Cuz I want you to know...
"I got no remorse."
"No regrets."
"Now I'm done talking, cut that fucking shit off." Terrella marches towards the camera, angrily smothering the lens with his hand.
<End Feed>
Well howdy there pardner.