Post by dravencage on May 6, 2009 22:00:46 GMT 2
We come back from a commercial break and we find ourselves once again in the backstage area of the building, this time, in a generic hallway with double-doors at the end; doors that swoosh open as Angel walks through fresh from her interview time with Christy Hemme.
The redhead walks towards her dressing room, but stops as the doors swish open again. We can't see who (or what?) has stepped through the doors as Angel turns around, but the voice gives it away in an instant.
Portia: Hey! Hey, Playbitch cover girl, I'm talking to you.
The camerawoman steps to one side and we get a shot of "The Canadian" Nightmare over Angel's right shoulder. The "friend" of Jason Bell walks up to Mrs. Cage as she flaps her gums about what happened earlier.
Portia: Yeah; I heard all that crap you were spouting with your stripper friend. Do you really think that, after all I've done to make it in this business with in-ring talent, blood, sweat, tears and sexual prejudice, that I'm going to stand by and watch a pneumatic bimbo with a penchant for flashing the flesh?
Angel: You've got it all wrong, Portia. I admire you for what you've accomplished, I really do, but you claim to be an equal to Jason Bell, yet you ask his permission to do things, you look at him as if you're still in school and he's the class hottie.
I respect that you don't want to do things like Playboy, I respect that you don't want to be defined by your sexuality, but I need you to respect my choices, I need you to respect my viewpoint and, most of all, I need you to respect the fact that I am more than just my body. Angel Cage is her body, her mind, her ability in the ring, her self-belief, her confidence, her understanding and, most of all, she is herself.
Portia: You want respect? Huh?! You want respect? Well, respect this...
Without warning, Portia Ferrara lands an almight slap to the face of her rival, sending the redhead into the wall. Not giving Angel a chance, Portia rams Angel's head off the wall again, dropping the redhead to her knees.
Portia: Ah, on your knees? A position I'm sure you must have mastered by now.
Angel lunges up, thrusting her shoulder into the midsection of her aggressor and driving her back into the double-doors we saw at the start of the segment. Spilling through the passageway, both ladies end up on the floor, scrabbling at each other's hair, looking for an advantage.
Angel: *grunting* It doesn't have to be this way.
Portia: *also grunting* So long as you and I are in this company, it will ALWAYS be this way.
With the latest plea for understanding going awry, Portia lands a wicked knee to the midsection of Angel, only for the Playboy star to perform a takedown and get into the mount position, landing forearms to the side of Portia's jaw.
Four of these land, only for the Canadian to eventually roll over and end up on top herself. She decides that forearms are the order of the day as well, until Angel re-reverses things.
Suddenly, the screen is filled with bodies as referees and road agents scramble into the shot and pull the females apart. Jimmy Redman takes a kick to the balls from Portia as Angel shoves Brett Banner out of the the way to get at her foe... but Banner and the rest of the officials (except poor Redman) finally get them split for good as we cut to another commercial break.
The redhead walks towards her dressing room, but stops as the doors swish open again. We can't see who (or what?) has stepped through the doors as Angel turns around, but the voice gives it away in an instant.
Portia: Hey! Hey, Playbitch cover girl, I'm talking to you.
The camerawoman steps to one side and we get a shot of "The Canadian" Nightmare over Angel's right shoulder. The "friend" of Jason Bell walks up to Mrs. Cage as she flaps her gums about what happened earlier.
Portia: Yeah; I heard all that crap you were spouting with your stripper friend. Do you really think that, after all I've done to make it in this business with in-ring talent, blood, sweat, tears and sexual prejudice, that I'm going to stand by and watch a pneumatic bimbo with a penchant for flashing the flesh?
Angel: You've got it all wrong, Portia. I admire you for what you've accomplished, I really do, but you claim to be an equal to Jason Bell, yet you ask his permission to do things, you look at him as if you're still in school and he's the class hottie.
I respect that you don't want to do things like Playboy, I respect that you don't want to be defined by your sexuality, but I need you to respect my choices, I need you to respect my viewpoint and, most of all, I need you to respect the fact that I am more than just my body. Angel Cage is her body, her mind, her ability in the ring, her self-belief, her confidence, her understanding and, most of all, she is herself.
Portia: You want respect? Huh?! You want respect? Well, respect this...
Without warning, Portia Ferrara lands an almight slap to the face of her rival, sending the redhead into the wall. Not giving Angel a chance, Portia rams Angel's head off the wall again, dropping the redhead to her knees.
Portia: Ah, on your knees? A position I'm sure you must have mastered by now.
Angel lunges up, thrusting her shoulder into the midsection of her aggressor and driving her back into the double-doors we saw at the start of the segment. Spilling through the passageway, both ladies end up on the floor, scrabbling at each other's hair, looking for an advantage.
Angel: *grunting* It doesn't have to be this way.
Portia: *also grunting* So long as you and I are in this company, it will ALWAYS be this way.
With the latest plea for understanding going awry, Portia lands a wicked knee to the midsection of Angel, only for the Playboy star to perform a takedown and get into the mount position, landing forearms to the side of Portia's jaw.
Four of these land, only for the Canadian to eventually roll over and end up on top herself. She decides that forearms are the order of the day as well, until Angel re-reverses things.
Suddenly, the screen is filled with bodies as referees and road agents scramble into the shot and pull the females apart. Jimmy Redman takes a kick to the balls from Portia as Angel shoves Brett Banner out of the the way to get at her foe... but Banner and the rest of the officials (except poor Redman) finally get them split for good as we cut to another commercial break.
