Post by ❀ℋine 'ea❀ on Apr 8, 2017 4:31:48 GMT -5
WARNING: NOT SAFE FOR WORK
Contains offensive language and pictures.
The scene begins with Morgan Davis standing under a spotlight, wearing athletic attire. A voiceover of her can be heard.
”Final Encounter. The moment of truth. The real moment of redemption.”
“After years of getting my shit together, I'm here.”
“However, people are more curious of my direction lately. People always ask me? What was your motivation to change your ways? What even inspired me? It had to have been more than just Cayo pushing me. Yes, it was another someone, and something else. It was from a memory of mine, when I was at Magic City. ”
Year 2009
Setting: Atlanta, Georgia
The flashback begins at the outside of Magic City strip club on a Tuesday night. The sign shown high and bright, before the camera scrolls downward to the entrance doors made of glass with a set of stairs in front. People of color wearing semi-casual clothing can be seen communicating around the entrance. Loud bass vibrates through the walls to the outside, before the camera transitions to the interior.
Various shades of blue and violet light, and R&B music from many overhead speakers, resonate the crowded club. The camera scans the inside: Bartenders mixing potions at the bar, while women are either giving lap dances on the floor, or twirling around poles on stage, with men huddling around them throwing dollar bills.
DJ (in the background)
Alright, alright, Hotlanta! We comin to you on Magic City Monday here at Magic City. We gave yall the luscious Diamond Eyes, Tati with the tig ol bitties and big ol ass to match, and now we got a young thang comin to you from here in Atlanta. Yall know the name well. A fine Georgia Peach sweeter than the rest, so fellas, pimps, get ya dollas out for this beautiful chocolate, Exotica!”
As the lights around the center stage dim, leaving only a red spotlight, the music changes to a Psychedelic Funk ballad. The camera shifts to the silhouette of a shapely figure walking towards the stage in what looks like a silk robe flowing down to her thighs.
The camera then shifts to her face under the spotlight, yet veiled by a yellow eye mask. Her hips sway as she struts in high stilettos down to the center of the stage, letting her hands brush from her neck down in between her thighs before firmly gripping onto the pole, giving a light twirl.
She then grinds her back onto the pole before releasing the knot to her belt, unveiling hints of red laced lingerie and garter belt set underneath. She then grips tightly onto the pole to lift herself up, climbing up close to the top.
With her legs gripped onto the pole, she lifts her head up to the audience. Her robe slithers away from her onto the floor, before she slides widens her legs, slowly sliding down until she is nearly a foot to the ground. As dollar bills rain on her like a severe thunderstorm, she wraps her legs onto the pole, before lifting herself up a little to land on the ground in a side splits. To cause the crowd up front to jolt, she gives them a sample of her body fat by giving a light tap on her behind. She looks at them with a biting of her lip, tempting them.
Twirling around to her knees, she crawls to one of the men in the front row, who proceeds to let his dollar bills splash onto her. She embellishes on the men supposedly giving their “power” over her, but that’s what she wants them to believe.
The camera scans the audience around her to prove her point. Celebrities and locals alike all at awe to her seductive dancing. All except one in the back towards the door. A young man with a short afro and red leather jacket. He stands there with only a stern expression. He feels disappointed at what he is witnessing with his very eyes.
The camera then shifts right back to Exotica, who teases the crowd by patiently unfastening the center clip of her bra, until it snaps. Her hands scanning her body once again before hopping onto the pole, circling around in various leg movements.
Once she stops, she lands back to her feet, walking away from the pole with her back to the audience. She gives them more of a tease with her top by slowly lowering one strap from her shoulder, which provokes the crowd to urge for more. She looks back at them with a playful smile. Feeling impatient, “Take it off” chants scatter around the club. This proved to be a success, as her bra finally releases itself from her, falling onto her hands before she tosses it to the crowd at her right. Her upper body censored with heart shaped pasties on her areolas, but still exposed enough to cause loud howling around the club, and even more money is thrown on stage.
Heading back to the front, she lands back on her knees, feeling cocky and selfd-confident enough to feel herself more to the men in front. After lifting herself up, she takes her exit by turning with her back towards the audience, she gives them a look at her curvaceous figure, before they are given one last surprise. She snatches the pasties from her breasts and throws them to the audience. Covering her breasts, she waves to the applauding and whistling audience as she heads backstage.
DJ (in the background)
”Alright, alright, give it up for Miss Exotica! Love that Georgia Peach, and we got a lot more peaches for yall to bite, so come and bring the cash, and the ladies gon shake mo of that ass.”
The scene then cuts from the end of her performance to the end of the night. Money is gathered up by dancers and workers alike in trash bags throughout the empty club. The scene then shifts to “Exotica” entering the dressing room with several other dancers either changing clothes, or counting their money. Heading towards the lockers, Exotica can overhear other women in the dressing room talking amongst themselves. One is Rochelle, a dancer, sitting at a stool across from the vanity. Juanita, another dancer, is sitting on the vanity desk.
Rochelle
“Girl, these men tonight were somethin. This nigga really had the nerve to try to put his nasty ass fingers over my clit while giving him a lapdance. Doesn’t he know that he’s not supposed to touch the dancers there? I don’t care if he’s a boxer and shit.
Juanita
“You act like you are the first. You know they like to kiss celebrity asses around here by letting them do whatever. So you ain’t charge him extra?”
Rochelle
“Girl, I’m not dumb! He better if he’s carrying 5 stacks! Just if there’s anyone I want to put their hands there is my man.”
Juanita
”Your man is a good one. Mine would be shooting this club up if he heard that some nigga was around here touching my cat. Let alone me being a stripper.”
Rochelle
”Which one? Girl, you would have to claim one first.”
Juanita
”Shit! All of them!” *hops off the vanity before heading towards the lockers*
Rochelle
*sees Exotica, who is talking towards her*“Hey, Morganna! So you are still wanting to wrestle? You damn near a regular here.”
Morganna
*sits at a stool next to Rochelle*“Yes, I do. Why?”
Tati
*walks by*“Girl, I don’t know why you are entertaining that mess. That ain’t no million dollar job. You need to go where the guap is at. Get you one of these ballers out here. Shit, even be a wrestler’s wife. Them WWE men make some money.”’
Bionca
*walks into the conversation*“Girl, all those steroids they take, you betta not get you one of those raisin testicle men. Fuck that!”
The entire dressing room, minus Morganna and Rochelle, bursts out into laughter.
Morganna
“First of all, after dealing with Sha, I’m not trying to find a man for a while. Secondly, I’ve always wanted to be a wrestler. I just didn’t think that it would cost so much money to be invested into this.”
Bionca
“It’s like going to college or a trade school. You gotta pay for it somehow.”
Tati
“There’s the money, and then you finally leave out and you have a hard time finding a place, so I’ve heard. Even worse, let WWE know that you are a stripper if you are trying to go there. They will not hire you, honey. You would make more money here than you would at any wrestling function.”
Camera shifts to Juanita, who is changing out of her exotic wear near the lockers behind Tatyana.
Juanita
“Now you know that’s a lie, Tati! They got porn stars, playboy models, and all of that shit in WWE. If they can get into that place, everybody can.”
Tati
“Please, it’s only if your name is Rebecca, or Alexis, or some shit! They ain’t hiring no black strippers in there. Name one!”
The dressing room is silent.
Tati
“Exactly!” *walks away*
Rochelle
”Don’t worry, Mo! I believe in you, girl. They just hatin on you, because you got dreams. They just trying to find a sponsor.”
Morganna smiles at Rochelle’s support
Bionca
“....and there is nothing wrong with looking for a sponsor to get ahead, boo boo. It’s hard to find them anyways. Most of these niggas out here are too emotional for me.” *walks door towards the door*
The door opens in front of Bionca.
Bionca
“Well, speaking of the devil….”
The young general manager, Lil Magic, is at the door with Omar, a bouncer, behind him. After Bionca breezes on past them, Lil Magic speaks to Morganna.
Lil Magic
“Hey Mo! Somebody is here to see you.”
Morganna
“Ugh! I hope it ain’t Sha’s crazy ass. Just tell him to get gone.”
Lil Magic
“Some light nigga out there.”
Rochelle
*looks at Morganna, shocked*”Mo! You moved on from Sha that fast?.”
Morganna
“What does he want me to meet him for?”
Lil Magic
“Shit, I don’t know. He just wants to talk to you about somethin. He said he know you from wrestling and shit.”
Morganna looks at him, puzzled.
Lil Magic
”Ah shit! He told me you would react that way.”
Morganna
*puts on robe*“Aw hell no! I don’t trust too many people to be meeting them and shit and I don’t know who they are and what they want from me. Omar, how long are you gonna be here tonight?”
Omar
“You already know.”
Morganna
“Good! Just tell him to wait for me. I’m about to leave in a minute. Make sure you stay with me when I leave.”
The scene then cuts to the exterior of the club. A group of workers and dancers all leave out of the glass doors together with backpacks at hand. Some with purses. They all communicate with each other before taking their separate ways to their cars. Morganna, however, has someone waiting for her in the front of the parking lot. Omar is following behind her.
”Mo?”
Morganna
*stands still and sighs*Damn….It’s okay, Omar. I know him.
It’s a friend of hers, standing with his back on his old, but functional car. After Omar is dismissed, Morganna greets the friend with a rather awkward smile.
Morganna
“Heeyy, Thomas. What are you doing here?”
Thomas
“I should be asking you that same question.”
Morganna’s smile lowers as she walks closer to Thomas.
Thomas
“What are you doin here, Mo?”
Morganna
“Uh..umm. You can’t tell? How did you know about this?”
Thomas
“The word gets around in WWA4.”
Morgan rolls her eyes.
Thomas
“But as I was saying, what are you doin working here? I understand you want the money, but do you need to work here? Magic City? You can’t work elsewhere? You could only imagine how uncomfortable it is seeing you with no clothes on anyways.”
Morganna
“Okay, well since you want to know! Yes, I work here, Thomas! Is that too much for you? We all have to get our money somehow. Even if that means that I have to show my breasts and shake my ass tp . Taking risks is all a part of life. I mean, even you know that with your little se-”
Thomas
*opens eyes*“Shh!”
Morganna
“What you mean “shh”?! Boy, don’t shush me! I know what you did, too! The word gets around!”
Thomas
“Alright, alright! Well played, Mo. I’m just worried about you that’s all. Most of us are. Mr. Hughes is worried, especially. You know we gotta watch over our people.”
Morganna
“I know, but I got this, Thomas. Everything is fine.”
Thomas
“I never know with you. You say you are fine one hour, and then cussing people out the next.”
Morgan scoffs at Thomas’s quick note of her.
Thomas
”So how long you been here?”
Morganna
*sighs*“One year..”
Thomas
“I don’t want anything to happen to you working at this job, and then going to wrestling promotions with that stigma. You may be hard headed, but you can’t take criticism or losing well. You can’t even take away the fact that someone would talk about you behind your back.”
Morganna
”Ye..”*beat*“Okay….fine, Whatever. I already have to deal with one set of parents. I don’t need several more of them.”
Thomas
”Does your parents know about this?”
Morganna
”My mother does. She hasn’t told Elijah yet. With how often she sings like a canary, she probably already has by now. I definitely don’t intend on telling Eric and Danielle yet.”
Thomas
”They all gotta know. Not that easy to hide it.”
Morganna
”I have my ways. Look, I wish I could stay here and chat, but it is 3 in the morning, and I have something planned tomorrow.”
Thomas
*sighs* “Aight, I’ll call you tomorrow to check up on you.”
Morganna
”Okay, fine.”
Morganna goes in to hug Thomas.
Morganna
*Looks at Thomas with disgust after smelling his clothes.* ”You need to let that weed go.”
Thomas
”You quit this job first.”
Morganna
”Yeah, whatever, nigga. Let go of 1000 dollars a night? Please!” *walks away*
Thomas
”Ay, Mo!”
Morganna
*Stops and turns to face him.*”What, Thomas?”
Thomas
”Just whatever you do, stay committed to your goal. Don’t lose it. You got potential to be something great. If not, the best.”
Morganna
”I am always committed, hun. Yall just gotta hop on the ride. Well, deuces!” *walks to her car further down the parking lot.*
The scene transitions from Thomas shaking his head at Morganna to Morganna getting into her car. A Black 2006 Nissan Maxima. After closing the door, the camera gives a close up of her. She looks outside her windshield to the club. She sighs to herself.
Morganna
”I'm going to be a wrestling superstar. No matter how high or how low it takes to get me there. The world needs me."
The flashback scene ends with Morganna turning the ignition to her car on. She reverses out of the parking space before driving out to the road.
“I’ll never forget the many words from AR Fox at the time, and it was a constant reminder."
The scene cuts to the present with Morgan Davis still standing under the spotlight. This time actually speaking.
"“You can’t take criticism or a losing well.” My selfish ass didn’t at that time, believe it or not. No matter how “committed” I was at doing something, and no matter how hard I tried to deny it. That never changed when I first came to GZWA. Not even while I was here before I walked away. That, and the relationship problem, was what caused me to walk away in the first place. I was aware that I didn’t have an accolade to my name, I lost at the first La Reinas tournament, and I was receiving counterproductive criticism from the wrestling community. The same hardships that women like me have always faced in this world. You’re only good for being objectified, or treated like a second class citizen. No matter how smart you are. No matter how good you are at what you do.”
A shot of Morgan's infamous pasties appearance on GZWA appears to her right, as well as shots of Velvet Sky, Angelina Love, Joel Hall, CM Punk, Amanda Cortez, Paige, and The Clique appear.
“But I realized that I had to clean many of my skeletons out from the closet, and come to a new chapter in my life. New friends, new man, new house, new outlook in life. Everything had to change before I thought about coming back to GZWA. Most importantly, I had to remind myself that I was and still am on a mission."
“So what does the Vixen’s title mean to me? Proving naysayers wrong. Proving the world wrong. Letting the world know that anyone can have the right to become a champion if they stay dedicated to it. If they stay committed. I’m here to let these wrestling critics eat their words about me, and women like me. The recommendation isn’t someone who has to have the look of a Mixed Martial Arts fighter, or a bodybuilder. Not someone who has to throw shade at the models and dancers who choose to be the best in the wrestling federations that they participate in, all because they aren’t “deserving” to be there, because of their looks alone.”
"I am a wrestler who had to take risks, and go through some hurdles to get to this point. I’ve had to throw a couple of fists and words to hurt my competition, but throughout all of the dirt that I’ve done in the past, I’m finally here at Final Encounter, getting a title shot. A starting point to my career where I can be with the most competitive if I win this title. The most worthy. The most deserving. A name for many to mention when they step foot into or think about Ground Zero Wrestling Association. The last third of the Queen Bee Mafia to win a women’s title here.”
"And the best part about that. A former stripper was able to do that. I keep mentioning this, because it is always taken to account when it comes to my failures, but never to my successes. I’m willing to change that.
"So to my mother, to the father that raised me, to my sisters and brothers, both siblings and friends. To my other half, Cayo. To my motivational coaches back at WWA4. Yall are the creation of me, and the development of me, and I will have you all to thank for when I win the Vixen’s Title.”
“I am The Georgia Peach of GZWA. The Mouth of The South. The Statement Maker. The Troll Slayer, as some may say. The Defiant Vixen. Ass kicking is the hobby. Winning is the Sport. Gold is the prize. A legacy is the end result.
“I will make sure I get to that place at Final Encounter with the Vixen’s Title in my hands!”
“How do yall like those peaches?”
Cast
Anteja as Morganna/”Exotica”, Dancer
Dede Demati as Rochelle, Dancer
Egypt as Tatyana “Tati”, Dancer
Lil Magic as Himself, General Manager
Bebe the BodyAs Bionca, Dancer
Kristina V As Juanita, Dancer
Terrell Suggs As Omar, Bouncer.
Jharrel Jerome as Thomas, Wrestler