Post by King on May 27, 2024 5:00:07 GMT
Still sitting in a row at the edge of the fountain behind Madjinn, from left to right, are The Black Widow, Stephen Terrella and Portia. As Madjinn takes his step back, allowing for someone else to speak, Stephen Terrella starts to lift his imposing physical frame up off of the concrete. He carries a noticeable hitch in his slow rise, a telltale sign of a physically hard life. Dressed in jeans, tactical boots and a Harley Davidson t-shirt; his attire perhaps would scream American tourist, if there was anyone around.
Portia joins her man, front and center for the camera, while Madjinn stands with the Black Widow in the background as she lights up a cigarette.
"Charlie... Tyson, from the very moment you made your first return... how many times have you tried to stand in our way?" Portia asks, keeping direct eye contact with the camera. "Savage By Nature and The Kings of Flight have had hard fought battle, after hard fought battle, after hard fought battle."
"You could have chosen to single out anyone, but you chose to target us... and here we stand, stronger than before, with Madjinn at our side, holding onto the IWF World Tag Team Championships." Portia's lips separate just a hair, exposing a hint of her pearly white teeth as she flashes a satisfied smile. "My how that must eat at you."
"We won."
"We were always going to win; you were just too naive to realize that. For every advantage you had -the heart; the athleticism; the cohesion; the support- you didn't have the one thing you needed: the knowledge of how you get to the top, and the willingness to do it. I could take the time to explain it to you but, unfortunately for you, I can't understand it for you too."
"Some people are just meant for less," Portia says with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Sometimes that's just life. Nothing you ever do is going to change that, no matter how hard you fight. So why can't you just let it go?"
Portia flips her hair back, then grasps onto Stephen's arm with both of her own. With her body turned toward Stephen, she looks to the side to face the camera now. "You got a second chance at a big return, and you want to make all of the same mistakes all over again because you don't learn."
"What do you think is going to be different this time, having Nick Danger to watch your back?"
"You can't tell me you haven't looked at the boy and ever thought: a hundred thousand sperm, and somehow he was the fastest? Please. Every time he makes it to the ring, I literally wonder who tied his boots for him. I'm convinced Verona only keeps him around because he finds amusement in watching something chase its own tail. It might be harsh, maybe even cruel- but it's true. I know it, you know it, and the world knows it. I'm just not afraid to say it out loud."
Terrella rubs at his chin before spitting out a mouthful of tobacco juice. "Don't think I forgot, kid, after I told you that if you had a fucking problem with Savage Kingdom holding the tag belts to come find me, you kept running that little fucking mouth of yours. You wanted to try to look like a hard ass. You wanted the world to think that tiny set of balls you got between your legs finally fucking dropped. Yeah, we'll see, Danger."
"When that bell rings, I am coming to find your ass. Butcher me, if you think you got the stomach for it. I might even respect you just a little bit for trying." Pausing, Terrella quickly scratches at his nose. "But you know me, Danger. I've done some horrible fucking things, and I don't regret any of them."
Gesturing toward Madjinn, Terrella adds, "You know Madjinn. How many times has he beaten your ass now?"
Pointing back toward the Black Widow, Terrella continues, "and you're going to come to know B a lot fucking more in that ring."
The Black Widow flicks her cigarette with a wicked grin. "More than you'll want to, I promise."
"Savage Kingdom is what it fucking implies, Danger." Terrella levels a cold, heavy stare on the camera. "We're playing for blood in this, bitch. Van Ruth's blood; Everest's blood; your blood... I'll damn well spill all of it. But maybe- maybe I want just a little bit more. I think I want you to cry for me, Danger. I want your ass to cry the way you did when you heard your daddy called you his little-seven red-star before he bit the bullet."
"You both should be embarrassed, Nicky." Portia says with a laugh. "Really. If any girl was giving the slightest bit of thought to fucking you, that little-seven red-star thing will firmly make you un-fuckable."
"Completely," the Black Widow adds.
"But Kings," Terrella says, arms outstretched, curling his fingers in as if he was inviting a fight, "if you want to shed some fucking tears, you can too. You want what's ours, right? You motherfuckers want to sit on the throne, and this is your big chance. I know you got plans on taking from us. Only thing is, everything in your being should be telling you that you can't."
"Seven hundred fucking days. Add them up, that's how long one of either Madjinn or me -or now us, as part of the Savage Kingdom- have had those World Tag Team titles in our hands at one time or another. That's experience. Like my girl was saying earlier, that's knowing how to get here, and that's knowing how to stay here. When that gold is on the line, it makes you dig just a little deeper. It makes you grit your teeth just a little harder. Holding these belts, it's power."
"But you wouldn't know shit about that, would you?" Terrella shakes his head. "You've never held one. You've never even been on the biggest stage. All of that talent, and when Night of The Immortals comes round, they leave you in catering or at home. Ever ask yourselves why that is? I'll tell you, real simple, because Verona knows his business, and he knows watching two grown men piss down their legs as they choke away another opportunity doesn't sell tickets."
"But that's what you do."
"Up there in the jet smoke, flying high, you choke EVERY. SINGLE. FUCKING. TIME."
"Look at our history, and how many times you thought you had us where you wanted us. Matches you picked, you fumbled the fucking ball. They took the stip out of your hands in this one, and that ain't to save you from us- because there ain't no saving you from us. That's to save you from your-fucking-selves."
"You got heart, so maybe we can't kill you. But when you take another shit at Night of the Immortals, and walk away empty-handed," Terrella smiles, slightly, "you're going to be buried in a hole so deep you ain't never digging out."
The Black Widow hops up off the edge of the fountain, joining the other members of the Savage Kingdom on their feet. "The little fireflies said I don't deserve to be a tag team champion. Charlie says I didn't earn it. Tell me, Charlie, what the fuck do you think you know about me?"
She tilts her head to the side, almost as if she was expecting an answer.
Knowing no answer will come, she straightens her head. "I'm going to enlighten you on what it is to pay your dues in this business. Imagine being a five-year-old little girl, wanting nothing more than to see your father for your birthday... only your father is a famous professional wrestler, so he has to choose, defend his championship in Chicago, or see his daughter. Only you're not the choice. You get a card with fifty dollars in it, and a quick note that says: happy birthday, dove."
"The fucking pen must've run out of ink too, because the I love you part was left off. Bitch of a day."
"Try wrapping your little five-year-old brain around that for a minute. Five years old, and you have parents, but you don't get to feel any love. He didn't even call because when the match was over, he was off to the hospital to get himself patched up... and those people -some of the very same people you adore- didn't even appreciate him, Charlie. They booed him as he half-crawled up the ramp with his broken body."
"Fast forward, a few years later," the Black Widow's pace of speech quickens, "you're old enough to train now, but the last thing you ever wanted was to be a professional wrestler, because who wants to be the very thing that takes everything from them. But I am my father's daughter, and you can't fight fate. I tried, and I tried, and I beat my head bloody against that fucking wall. Elena could see my curse, though- or a gift, as she called it."
"I was pushed to exhaustion, training eight, ten, sometimes twelve hours a day. I didn't get a choice, and my only solace was that I enjoyed hurting people."
"All I ever wished for was a normal childhood. All I ever wanted was to be loved as a child."
"I wasn't just trained to do this though." The Black Widow lowers her head, peering out from behind her hair at the camera. "I was groomed for it. So maybe you can understand how much it pisses me off when I hear the three of you whining about what I don't deserve. Maybe you can even imagine some of the dark thoughts that cycle through my mind."
"Should I ask for forgiveness for what I am, or what I'm not?"
"Tell me, should I regret what I became, or what I didn't?"
"Maybe I simply don't care at all."
"What I do know is this," she gestures to the Savage Kingdom, "is my family now. And at Night of the Immortals, I will make sure I do everything I can to see the Dangerous Kings fall at our feet."
Portia joins her man, front and center for the camera, while Madjinn stands with the Black Widow in the background as she lights up a cigarette.
"Charlie... Tyson, from the very moment you made your first return... how many times have you tried to stand in our way?" Portia asks, keeping direct eye contact with the camera. "Savage By Nature and The Kings of Flight have had hard fought battle, after hard fought battle, after hard fought battle."
"You could have chosen to single out anyone, but you chose to target us... and here we stand, stronger than before, with Madjinn at our side, holding onto the IWF World Tag Team Championships." Portia's lips separate just a hair, exposing a hint of her pearly white teeth as she flashes a satisfied smile. "My how that must eat at you."
"We won."
"We were always going to win; you were just too naive to realize that. For every advantage you had -the heart; the athleticism; the cohesion; the support- you didn't have the one thing you needed: the knowledge of how you get to the top, and the willingness to do it. I could take the time to explain it to you but, unfortunately for you, I can't understand it for you too."
"Some people are just meant for less," Portia says with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Sometimes that's just life. Nothing you ever do is going to change that, no matter how hard you fight. So why can't you just let it go?"
Portia flips her hair back, then grasps onto Stephen's arm with both of her own. With her body turned toward Stephen, she looks to the side to face the camera now. "You got a second chance at a big return, and you want to make all of the same mistakes all over again because you don't learn."
"What do you think is going to be different this time, having Nick Danger to watch your back?"
"You can't tell me you haven't looked at the boy and ever thought: a hundred thousand sperm, and somehow he was the fastest? Please. Every time he makes it to the ring, I literally wonder who tied his boots for him. I'm convinced Verona only keeps him around because he finds amusement in watching something chase its own tail. It might be harsh, maybe even cruel- but it's true. I know it, you know it, and the world knows it. I'm just not afraid to say it out loud."
Terrella rubs at his chin before spitting out a mouthful of tobacco juice. "Don't think I forgot, kid, after I told you that if you had a fucking problem with Savage Kingdom holding the tag belts to come find me, you kept running that little fucking mouth of yours. You wanted to try to look like a hard ass. You wanted the world to think that tiny set of balls you got between your legs finally fucking dropped. Yeah, we'll see, Danger."
"When that bell rings, I am coming to find your ass. Butcher me, if you think you got the stomach for it. I might even respect you just a little bit for trying." Pausing, Terrella quickly scratches at his nose. "But you know me, Danger. I've done some horrible fucking things, and I don't regret any of them."
Gesturing toward Madjinn, Terrella adds, "You know Madjinn. How many times has he beaten your ass now?"
Pointing back toward the Black Widow, Terrella continues, "and you're going to come to know B a lot fucking more in that ring."
The Black Widow flicks her cigarette with a wicked grin. "More than you'll want to, I promise."
"Savage Kingdom is what it fucking implies, Danger." Terrella levels a cold, heavy stare on the camera. "We're playing for blood in this, bitch. Van Ruth's blood; Everest's blood; your blood... I'll damn well spill all of it. But maybe- maybe I want just a little bit more. I think I want you to cry for me, Danger. I want your ass to cry the way you did when you heard your daddy called you his little-seven red-star before he bit the bullet."
"You both should be embarrassed, Nicky." Portia says with a laugh. "Really. If any girl was giving the slightest bit of thought to fucking you, that little-seven red-star thing will firmly make you un-fuckable."
"Completely," the Black Widow adds.
"But Kings," Terrella says, arms outstretched, curling his fingers in as if he was inviting a fight, "if you want to shed some fucking tears, you can too. You want what's ours, right? You motherfuckers want to sit on the throne, and this is your big chance. I know you got plans on taking from us. Only thing is, everything in your being should be telling you that you can't."
"Seven hundred fucking days. Add them up, that's how long one of either Madjinn or me -or now us, as part of the Savage Kingdom- have had those World Tag Team titles in our hands at one time or another. That's experience. Like my girl was saying earlier, that's knowing how to get here, and that's knowing how to stay here. When that gold is on the line, it makes you dig just a little deeper. It makes you grit your teeth just a little harder. Holding these belts, it's power."
"But you wouldn't know shit about that, would you?" Terrella shakes his head. "You've never held one. You've never even been on the biggest stage. All of that talent, and when Night of The Immortals comes round, they leave you in catering or at home. Ever ask yourselves why that is? I'll tell you, real simple, because Verona knows his business, and he knows watching two grown men piss down their legs as they choke away another opportunity doesn't sell tickets."
"But that's what you do."
"Up there in the jet smoke, flying high, you choke EVERY. SINGLE. FUCKING. TIME."
"Look at our history, and how many times you thought you had us where you wanted us. Matches you picked, you fumbled the fucking ball. They took the stip out of your hands in this one, and that ain't to save you from us- because there ain't no saving you from us. That's to save you from your-fucking-selves."
"You got heart, so maybe we can't kill you. But when you take another shit at Night of the Immortals, and walk away empty-handed," Terrella smiles, slightly, "you're going to be buried in a hole so deep you ain't never digging out."
The Black Widow hops up off the edge of the fountain, joining the other members of the Savage Kingdom on their feet. "The little fireflies said I don't deserve to be a tag team champion. Charlie says I didn't earn it. Tell me, Charlie, what the fuck do you think you know about me?"
She tilts her head to the side, almost as if she was expecting an answer.
Knowing no answer will come, she straightens her head. "I'm going to enlighten you on what it is to pay your dues in this business. Imagine being a five-year-old little girl, wanting nothing more than to see your father for your birthday... only your father is a famous professional wrestler, so he has to choose, defend his championship in Chicago, or see his daughter. Only you're not the choice. You get a card with fifty dollars in it, and a quick note that says: happy birthday, dove."
"The fucking pen must've run out of ink too, because the I love you part was left off. Bitch of a day."
"Try wrapping your little five-year-old brain around that for a minute. Five years old, and you have parents, but you don't get to feel any love. He didn't even call because when the match was over, he was off to the hospital to get himself patched up... and those people -some of the very same people you adore- didn't even appreciate him, Charlie. They booed him as he half-crawled up the ramp with his broken body."
"Fast forward, a few years later," the Black Widow's pace of speech quickens, "you're old enough to train now, but the last thing you ever wanted was to be a professional wrestler, because who wants to be the very thing that takes everything from them. But I am my father's daughter, and you can't fight fate. I tried, and I tried, and I beat my head bloody against that fucking wall. Elena could see my curse, though- or a gift, as she called it."
"I was pushed to exhaustion, training eight, ten, sometimes twelve hours a day. I didn't get a choice, and my only solace was that I enjoyed hurting people."
"All I ever wished for was a normal childhood. All I ever wanted was to be loved as a child."
"I wasn't just trained to do this though." The Black Widow lowers her head, peering out from behind her hair at the camera. "I was groomed for it. So maybe you can understand how much it pisses me off when I hear the three of you whining about what I don't deserve. Maybe you can even imagine some of the dark thoughts that cycle through my mind."
"Should I ask for forgiveness for what I am, or what I'm not?"
"Tell me, should I regret what I became, or what I didn't?"
"Maybe I simply don't care at all."
"What I do know is this," she gestures to the Savage Kingdom, "is my family now. And at Night of the Immortals, I will make sure I do everything I can to see the Dangerous Kings fall at our feet."
Well howdy there pardner.