Post by gvb on Oct 17, 2019 17:15:41 GMT -6
The video opens to the hustle and bustle typical of the backstage area of a wrestling show. Millennium XLIII just went off air, but there’s still a lot to do for the hardworking MWE stagehands. In the far corner of the shot, The Star Of The Night Luna is talking to one of the Holly’s Helper, apparently commanding him to get the car. Tiff Rollins walks into frame, dragging her gym bag behind her. Disappointed, upset, heartbroken, glum, frustrated. Those are some adjectives that can be used to describe her expression as she ruefully heads toward the parking lot after a night to forget. The issues with her boyfriend, the loss to Gavin Grimes right before Andreas Lasiewicz’ eyes…
She hasn’t noticed Luna yet, and Luna hasn’t noticed her. But the encounter seems inevitable... as Luna notices a catering cart go by and revealing Tiffany behind it.
Luna Smith:
Hard luck tonight, Champ.
Instantly recognising her voice, Tiffany turns to see Luna with a devilish smirk on her face. Rage instantly flushes her face, but it’s not enough to escape her slump. Instead, with a wicked scowl on her face, and while clenching both fists, she musters the strength to murmur two words to the woman standing before her…
Tiff Rollins:
Fuck off…
Fuck off…
Expecting quite a stern reply, Luna gives Tiff a slight chuckle and goes as far to roll her eyes.
Luna Smith:
Rude. Is that how you talk to Coen too?
Rude. Is that how you talk to Coen too?
Flustered, Tiff tries her absolute hardest not to resort to violence.
Tiff Rollins:
What the fuck is your problem? Why are you doing this?
What the fuck is your problem? Why are you doing this?
Luna can’t help herself as she looks over Tiff.
Luna Smith:
Doing what? Hanging around with Coen? I mean he has been a friendly good luck charm. I haven’t lost a match since I ran into him backstage…
Doing what? Hanging around with Coen? I mean he has been a friendly good luck charm. I haven’t lost a match since I ran into him backstage…
Which she let hang there while her body language implies everything Luna didn’t add to that sentence.
Tiff Rollins:
What’s that supposed to mean?
What’s that supposed to mean?
Luna Smith: You don’t need me to spell it out for you.
That’s when it finally dawned on her.
Tiff Rollins:
You...you...you bitch....
You...you...you bitch....
Luna Smith: Any more colourful language or can we get down to business? My time is extremely important to me and what I want is a match...against you.
Tiffany couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
Tiff Rollins:
That’s it? That’s all you want? Just a match?
That’s it? That’s all you want? Just a match?
Luna readies herself. She knocks back her hair and clears her throat so Tiff hears her very clearly.
Luna Smith:
No. Not just “a match”. I want a title match. So I can be the one to end your long reign by taking your title just as easily as I took your boyfriend. By being the star I am.
No. Not just “a match”. I want a title match. So I can be the one to end your long reign by taking your title just as easily as I took your boyfriend. By being the star I am.
Following that up with a small but very noticeable smirk.
Luna Smith:
Someone has to end it, and in the history books it will be MY name that Millennium quotes. That’s what I want.
Someone has to end it, and in the history books it will be MY name that Millennium quotes. That’s what I want.
At this point, Tiffany looks like she’s about to throw all the fists at this arrogant woman. She shows incredible restraint, but regardless of where her mind is at this point, only a few more words poured from her mouth...
Tiff Rollins:
You want it? You got it. I’m gonna end you.
You want it? You got it. I’m gonna end you.
Luna smiles as the Holly’s Helper man comes by. Luna recognized his loud steps and knew her car was ready. Things were all aligning for her so Luna, arrogantly, let Tiff have the last word and turns sharply on the spot before passing her bag to the Holly’s Helper and takes the sunglasses from him as a trade-off. The scene slowly fades to black after Luna exits the area.