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”Some people need to learn a hard lesson in life. However, there are some people that just might never learn that lesson. It is those people who need to be destroyed in every way imaginable. Most of you may know who it is I am talking about, if you are trendy enough to follow Twitter closely. But, for the socially awkward, or the untrendy, allow me to shed a little bit of light on things…
“Liz Smalls is a woman who makes it her priority to let people know that she is far superior to them. She lets people know that she is prettier, more popular, more famous, and just all around better than they are. She rubs in every imperfection that one has, to the point of making some cry. She is a spoiled little brat, to say the least.
“Now, I can already hear all of the people saying, ‘But Delia? Are you not the woman who bashes people by adding them to your Burn Book? Do you not do the same thing to people?’ And to a degree, you would be oh so right. I am not a very nice person. I am part of a group known as the Mean Girls, so of course I am not nice. But, there is one significant difference. I know the lines of good taste, and while I might walk that line, I would never do some of the things that she has done. For example…” -Delia, darling if you must.
A medium grade camera feed picks up, likely one from a good web cam. We find Delia, who is fairly plain looking for her usual appearance. She is wearing a pink mini skirt and a white tank top. Her hair is not made up to look special, and is instead her usual chestnut brown locks. It is straightened, and is flowing down her shoulders and back. As it pans out just a little bit, we notice that she is walking along the Las Vegas Strip. It is daylight outside, and she is walking by herself and the person operating the camera. She doesn’t acknowledge it as she has her nose buried in her phone, tapping away at the screen. She nearly bumps into a passerby who acknowledges her with a scoff and muttering under their breath.
Man: That’s the bitchy model chick who attacked Brandi Shotze the other night on Climax Control…
He mutters to a female companion he is walking with. The woman rolls her eyes, but Delia is far too concerned with something else at the moment to acknowledge it. She chuckles to herself, but does not reveal what has her so entertained.
Tessa: Deelz? Ye been buried in that phone for over a week now. It’s like ye got no life outside of Twitter lately. Can’t ye put it down for like, five minutes?
Delia holds a finger up toward the camera, letting us know that it is Tessa Flannigan who is holding the camera. She goes back to scrolling through her phone, but her eyes can be seen rolling at something else.
Tessa: Seriously, doll. Ye fall asleep with yer phone against yer chest, and ye wake up almost any time ye hear the notification sound. It’s not healthy.
Delia: I don’t remember asking you for your approval. I told you, I am in for some serious Liz sabotage, darling…
Tessa: And it’s not healthy. I admit ye been laying off of it a little the last few days, with the comments, but yer still obsessed.
Delia stops and looks up from her phone and past the camera to Tessa. She clicks her phone off, holding it in her hand as she stops. Her hair gently blows in the light wind as she does her best to fake a smile. She places her free hand on her hips as she licks at her lips, a sure sign that she is ready to spit venom.
Delia: I will have you know z’at I can quit at any time. I am not addicted to anys’ing. I can’t help it if Liz started z’is whole s’ing.
Tessa: Actually… I kind of did when I Tweeted her the other day.
Delia flips a few locks of hair over her shoulder to avoid it blowing into her face. Her smile fades as she brings her hand forward which contains her phone. She grips onto it while raising her index finger and waving it at Tessa and the camera.
Delia: Ohhhh, no! You will not take z’e blame for z’is one, darling. You might have told her z’at she is a cheap imitation of me, but it was her z’at brought up z’e personal digs at me. She is z’e one who will pay for what she’s done and…
A soft electronic ringing is heard for a second and Delia stops what she is saying to look down at her phone. She turns the screen on and begins thumbing around again. Her eyes widen as she slowly opens her mouth in surprise, gasping at what she is seeing.
Delia: No! She didn’t just say z’at! Again?
Tessa: What? Let me see, will ye?
Delia holds her phone out for Tessa, who can be seen staring down at the phone, blocking our view from seeing what the two Mean Girls are seeing. Tessa also gasps as she almost squeals in am odd mixture of disgust and delight.
Tessa: Nuh uh! Oh me gawd, Deelz… Are ye sure that Liz wasn’t meant to be a Mean Girl? That is a pretty deep dig to that poor bloke, yeah?
Tessa moves back out of the way, allowing the view to come back on Delia. She contemplates tweeting back about it, wondering if she should stay out of business that didn’t involve her. Of course, minding her own business has never been her specialty.
Delia: Who in z’ere right mind would do z’at? I mean, I have been no angel when I bash on opponents, or people who made s’ings personal like Amy Marshall, but z’at is just sad, darling…
Tessa: Well, yer having me follow ye around so that ye can let out all of yer feelings on that snazzbox. Let it out, honey… let… it… out!
Delia stares down at her phone, taking inspiration from the words currently appearing on her screen. She is finally able to pull her jaw closed for a second as she continues to slowly shake her head.
Delia: Darling… Darling, darling, darling! You simply disgust me. I am sure z’at I have made z’is no secret, but you are a sad little girl. You have found a way to sink below z’e levels of good taste by telling a man who suffers from depression to jump into z’e deep end.
Delia stops shaking her head as she looks up from her phone. She nudges her head to the right as she continues to walk along. Her eyes show a disgust within them as she tries her best to get past it.
Delia: Not only did you say z’is, but you laughed about it. You mocked him, and z’en you repeated it. I did not make mention of it before, darling, but you have sunk so low z’is time. Z’is poor guy has done nos’ing to you. Why? Why would you do z’is to him?
Delia clicks her phone off, sliding it back into her pocket. She sighs, almost as if she is in disbelief. As she moves along, someone stops in the background, giving a subtle photo bomb by waving at the camera with a goofy face. A hand raising a middle finger in his direction comes up in view of the camera, obviously belonging to Tessa. Delia reaches over and pushes the finger down quickly.
Delia: Don’t embarrass yourself like z’at in public. We don’t need to hurt merchandise sales because you cannot keep z’at finger down for more z’an five seconds… We’ll sell as many of z’em as Liz sells of her $99.99 action figure dolls…
Tessa mumbles something in the person’s direction as they grab onto their crotch. Delia gives him a cold stare as she starts to move along once more. They come along to the Fountains at Bellagio where a melodic tune is playing. The water bounces around in the background, as Delia uses it as a nice backdrop.
Delia: To answer z’e question I started to ask moments ago… Why would Liz be so mean as to make light of a man’s struggles wi’s depression? Why, as I understand, he was once her assistant. Unless, of course, I’ve misunderstood? Oh, no, z’at couldn’t be z’e case, because I just had a wonderful lunch wi’s Tristan Drew’s sister, Amy.
Tessa: Again, I gotta ask ye, Deelz… Why are ye not inviting her to hang out with the Mean Girls? She seems to be the meanest out of the bunch.
Delia’s face sours a bit as she narrows her eyes at the camera. She allows a moment of silence to pass from her as we listen to the music playing in the background. The water continues to bounce around in the background. Delia takes in a deep breath as she finally decides to dignify that with an answer.
Delia: Because, we have standards, darling. We already have our little project in you, so we really shouldn’t take on anos’er cause at z’e moment.
Tessa: Okay, maybe I was wrong. Ye certainly are quite cheeky again Ms. Darling. Should we roll around in the fountain, fighting?
Delia: Ha! Darling, don’t make me laugh. I won’t do it unless an SCW camera is running, and z’ere is a payday involved…
Delia sticks her tongue out at Tessa, who still doesn’t quite find the same humor in Delia’s joking tone. She doesn’t dignify it with an answering chuckle even. Delia rolls her eyes and waves a hand at Tessa as if to dismiss her.
Delia: You simply are no fun, Tess, darling… Now, Liz did a wonderful s’ing by giving a man wi’s a criminal history, however false it might be, a job. Perhaps she was trying to redeem herself for all of z’e s’ings she has said and done to people? Did she show z’at she truly does have a heart? Could Liz Smalls actually be compassionate?
Delia shrugs her shoulders as if she doesn’t know the answers to the questions she’s asked. She sighs and then, as if the answers had hit her like a freight train, she gasps and looks shocked.
Delia: Oh, of course not! Because, while I was at lunch wi’s z’at darling, Amy… I found out z’at Liz hired him, and z’en degraded him to z’e point of calling him her lapdog! How sad, no? Don’t get me wrong, z’ough. I do enjoy z’e finer s’ings in life. I can appreciate being waited on hand and foot, but I couldn’t possibly sink z’at low…
Tessa: Right… not while ye got me running around doing yer errands and such. Why would ye degrade a man when ye do that to me?
Delia: Do I ever make you beg to keep your job? Do I wait until you are half way across z’e country, or z’e world even, to say…?
Delia puts on a whiny, mousy voice that is rather spot on considering how muted her accent actually becomes.
Delia: … “iiiiffff yoooooouuuu don’t come back to me in fifteeeeeeeeeeeeeen minuuuuuuutes, I’m soooooooooooooo firing you!” No, I do not. Do I have irrational… tantrums… from time to time? Yes, I admit it. I’ve even finally admitted on Twitter z’at I am a bitch. But, I know z’e time and z’e place to use my fierceness to my advantage. I don’t just s’row around my bitchiness because I want to prove I can…
Delia walks a bit closer to the fountain where people are standing, taking pictures and admiring the beauty of the fountain. She gives it a moment of her attention before looking back to the camera. The music is a bit louder now, but her voice has enough of a command to it that it makes no difference.
Delia: Poor, poor Tristen Drew. He was smart enough to realize z’at, even as an ex-convict, he was far too good to be under Liz Smalls’ s’umb. But now? He is subjected to her juvenile tactics of insulting his mental heal’z. Liz is heartless, and she uses people up until z’ey or of no use to her, or she wants to s’row a temper tantrum. I do feel sorry for the poor dear, Tristen, z’ough. Z’at is not even a level I would sink to, because I have standards.
Tessa: I understand that ye don’t like the cow, but if that’s the worst dirt ye got on her, then I think she’s ahead of ye by a mile.
Delia: Oh, z’is is only z’e beginning, Tess, darling. I have plenty of Liz Facts locked and loaded. But, how s’eatrical or poetic would it be if I gave away z’e best facts right away?
Delia smiles deviously at the camera as she turns around to face the fountain, taking in its beauty. Tessa takes a step forward, recording the lovely water display, with just a fraction of Delia in view now. Delia sighs once more as she turns her head slightly toward the camera.
Delia: I have a plan, and I want you to accompany me. Let’s turn z’is little bashing clip, into a work of art… z’e only way I know how to.
Tessa: And how is that?
Delia has become captivated partially by the fountain, keeping silent for just a few added seconds, which allows the question to linger for a moment longer. She finally turns her head back toward the camera, staring at it with the same devious smile on her face.
Delia: I will not only tell the world what a horrible person Liz Smalls really is. I will show z’em, and it will be… marvelous!
Delia smirks sweetly before tilting her head back, chuckling. She shakes her head at her own thoughts, knowing what she has in store for Liz. She moves around the fountain a bit, gaining a different perspective of it. Tessa turns the camera around, facing her as she turns the camera off, leaving the screen black for a moment.
[*Fade*]
Tessa: Liz Smalls is a horrible person… #LizFacts
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”If you decide that you want to bring up my past, you should take caution in what it might bring out of me. You might want to think carefully whether you wish to bring out that side of me, because I might decide I don’t want to hold it back any longer.” –Delia, darling if you must
*Blackness*
Once the photograph fades to black, the screen is left black. We hear nothing but the sound of a soft sobbing sound. A couple of words are mumbled from behind the camera, but they are not picked up immediately. A very quiet “No, I’m okay…” can be heard before a deep sniffling sound rings through.
Delia: How did I get here?
A light switches on. We find Delia sitting in a grand chair of red velvet upholstery against a mahogany wall. Delia is wearing her hair blonde today. She has it pulled back into a fountain of platinum. We find her wearing an elegant black dress, with a nice pair of pantyhose and strapped heels. Her legs are crossed eloquently as she presses a tissue against her face, wiping away a few tears. The masculine French accent comes from behind the camera, accompanied by the thick Irish /Cockney mixed accent of Tessa Flannigan.
Together: Are you okay to continue?
Delia slowly nods her head as she sniffles once more. She looks up to the camera, her face has a pained expression written on it. She softly clears her throat as she folds her hands together in her lap, looking deep into the camera.
Delia: When I ask how did I get here, I mean to say, I know where I came from, but… when did it come to ‘zis? When did I turn into z’is… z’is… monster? When did I entirely lose who I used to be? As surprisng as it might be to people, I wasn’t always z’e “bitch” z’at I am referred to presently. I would have liked to leave z’e ghost of Guillaume in my past. God only knows how hard I have tried to. I left France, and I erased every physical memory of him z’at I could. I ripped every piece of clos’ing I had ever worn around him to shreds. I s’rew away every belonging he had ever given me. Yet, he still haunted me.
Delia forces a smile to her face and a soft chuckle peeks through the solemn tone she was holding. She looks down from the camera. She thinks about it for a moment before looking back up as if she hadn’t missed a step.
Delia: Some might have heard in a much earlier promotional video z’at I did for Sin City Wrestling, where I divulged a small amount of information on z’e Guillaume saga. He romanced me. He made me feel… special. Z’ere is a reason z’at Paris is z’e world’s capital city of romance. Us native to France are truly z’e best lovers in every way possible.
Man: Oui, ma cheri…
Delia flashes a wink at the man behind the camera, as if to acknowledge his attempt to make her smile. She gives him a nod, silently agreeing with him as she returns her eyes from him to the camera he is operating.
Delia: But, much more z’an physical attributes, we, the French, know a kinder love. One z’at encapsulates z’e os’er. Guillaume did z’at for me. Dare I even say z’at we were on fire toges’er.
Delia now has a bit of a genuine smile on her face as she reminisces about the only love she has ever felt at the core of her very foundation. She sits silently for a moment, trying to resist giving him the satisfaction of knowing that he was the best thing that ever happened to her, along with the worst. She brings the tissue up to her eyes once more, wiping a single tear streaking down her cheek. She sighs before she continues speaking.
Delia: What a wonderful love story we had. It was a true Romeo and Juliet story, only in reverse. I had yet to become alive, nor had he. I waited tables in a small café just outside of z’e Eifel district. He stumbled in one day when I was covering a shift for a girl by z’e name of Lucienne. She should have warned me of what a flirt her top customer was. He was an artist, somes’ing an educated girl would never entertain z’e s’ought of pursuing. And I was a naïve 15 year old girl who should have known better.
Delia offers a kind chuckle as she dabs at her face once more. She had never once considered letting the world see her vulnerable, but this time, it seemed warranted. She had become known as a heartless woman, but how else could she show herself to be different from the spoiled, heartless Liz Smalls?
Delia: But… z’ere was just… somes’ing about him. He was educated, but he chose to express z’e way he saw z’e world, ras’er z’an becoming a drone wis’in it. I agreed to a date, and before I knew it, a year later, we were engaged. My parents refused to be a part of it, but we did not care. I moved in wi’s him, and I became a part of his art. It was how I became discovered as a model, by posing for one of his pictures.
Delia looks away from the camera and to her left. The camera moves along with her, to the right, to spot a picture of a young brunette version of Delia, spread out over a chaise lounger. It is painted to look almost like an actual photograph. She is wearing a white faux fur coat that covers her tastefully. Delia runs her fingers over the edges of the canvas before slowly turning her attention back to the camera, the solemn expression slowly returning to her face as she offers yet another sigh.
Delia: S’ings did not remain so innocent and happy. A little over a year after I was discovered, at z’e age of 17, his artistic integrity had been compromised, and he treated z’at like his manhood. We had many heated fights, even resulting in me s’rowing z’e ring in his face. I never meant it, and I took it back an hour later. But, he might have believed it. He found anos’er young girl who was naïve. Poor s’ing… I feel bad for dragging her by her hair and s’rowing her from z’e apartment. She didn’t know any better, just as I hadn’t. He slapped me, and I was shocked.
As if feeling the sting of the slap all over again, Delia gently touches at her right cheek. She allows it to linger for a moment, as the memories start to flow back to her. She lets her fingers fall from her face, resting gently on her chest.
Delia: He found anos’er… and anos’er… and so on. As I found each one, he became more violent until I had enough. It hadn’t gotten nearly as bad as many stories I have heard, but I found myself bruised on a number of occasions. I was a victim of domestic abuse, but z’is is not why I am angry z’at Liz has brought up my past, and Guillaume…
The camera comes in to see Delia’s expression fade into anger. She does her best not to let it show, allowing the sadness to shine through just a bit more, but she can’t help letting out certain inflections that show it.
Delia: You can expose all of z’e dirt z’at you want, Ms. Smalls… I can handle it, because I have embraced my past. I have come to realize z’at z’e past has only made me a stronger person. I now realize z’at what Guillaume did to me has made me a fighter. I feel as z’ough I should s’ank Guillaume for giving me z’e passion to follow a dream I never even realized I had. As horrible of a person as you might be, Liz… you have given me a purpose in z’is business. It will be z’e one and only time I will EVER s’ank you, Liz, so cherish it. Here it goes… S’ank you Liz. S’ank you from z’e bottom of my heart.
Delia’s sadness and gratitude melt from her face with a few more tears. She quickly catches them, allowing for the world to see her in a sort of tragically beautiful light. The mascara has smeared slightly around her eyes, but now, the anger is very clear in her expression, and it doesn’t bode well for Liz, even through a camera.
Delia: But, you have taken it a step furz’er, Liz. Because of you, I have found myself in a kinder sort of mood, and I have made many great friends. Sebastien Beaumont, who is kind enough to accompany me s’rough z’is part of my video. I have made friends wi’s Amy Sharpe, Andromeda Sharpe, Deacon Wolfe, Jennifer Drew, Gabriel Asar, and many os’er great people. You have victimized each and ever one of z’em by bringing up horrible parts of z’eir pasts, or making fun of certain s’ings z’at even I find repulsive, and z’at says a lot!
Delia leans forward to the camera, as if she is trying to get into Liz’s face. She grits her teeth, before realizing that she is giving Liz a sense of satisfaction with this display. She draws back her pearly white teeth, but remains closer to the camera.
Delia: For instance… You have been finding ways to insult anyone and everyone z’at you have come into contact wi’s. You have turned Marisol Hawkes’ unfortunate past z’at is somewhat similar to mine, only far worse, into a joke? I do not wish to make light of private conversations I’ve shared with Marisol, but I will tell you z’at she has suffered plenty more z’an I have as far as domestic abuse is concerned. She almost lost her life, Liz. And yet you want to make it into a joke? Who does z’at?
Delia pelts this question out as if she were asking Liz to explain the most absurd thing she could possibly imagine. She shakes her head, allowing her hair to sway behind her. She narrows her eyes as if trying to study a silent reaction from Liz for a brief moment before speaking again.
Delia: Z’is woman nearly lost her life after putting up wi’s abuse for years! You justify it because you feel as if people are ganging up on you? You want people to feel sorry for you, and you have a select few calling everyone else bullies for bashing you in return for z’e hell z’at you have put z’em s’rough? You might have people fooled, but I am not so easily blinded by a pair of green eyes and an innocent smile. I know what you are, Liz. But I will save z’at definition for later.
Delia leans back in her chair, easing her breathing as best as she can. She calms down a bit, but she is not finished with this subject. She sets the tissue that is resting in her hand down on the small round end table next to her chair.
Delia: As someone who dealt wit’s domestic violence, I can assure you z’at it is nos’ing to joke about. You can keep calling us punching bags, and s’rowing it in our faces, but you are only digging yourself into a hole you will not be able to get out of. If I hadn’t signed a contract, I would kindly give you to Marisol first, but I won’t break a contract. I will give you to her when I am finished, if I can resist breaking you completely before z’en. She deserves her shot at you more z’an I do. But, I will make sure she gets to see you suffer. I will make sure she gets to see every painful hit I deliver to you. I will make sure she gets to see you squirm as I hit all five poses before pinning you or making you submit.
Delia smiles at the thought of making Liz pay. She dreams up every painful move she could ever possibly imagine. She even finds herself laughing at one of them before coming back to us once again. She straightens up her composure before looking deep into the cameras with her deep brown eyes.
Delia: Z’is might seem like z’e perfect moment to finish you off, but I want you to squirm, Liz. I want you to wait, not knowing what I have planned next, and I assure you, it will destroy you. In due time, darling… But for now? I have a flight to catch. I want to get to Los Angeles so I can prepare for our match. I will be learning a new move tomorrow from a good friend of yours named Kat Jones. She told me how much fun it is to make you tap out…
Delia smiles and offers a wink to Liz. She lets out one last sigh as she gives a nod to the cameraman. A bit of shuffling is heard as a hand rushes over the camera lens, attempting to shut it off. However, in his rush to comfort Delia, he doesn’t shut it off like he thinks he has. He walks in front of the camera to kneel down beside Delia. His black, neatly spiked hair compliments his comforting smile as he grabs onto Delia’s hand. He rubs it tenderly as she wraps her free arm around him in a friendly embrace. As she retracts, Sebastien looks into her eyes.
Sebastien: Ma cherie… I know that was hard. It was hard on me also.
Delia: I know, I know. She has a way of making people feel like trash, no?
Sebastien nods his head, though the question is quite painful for him to answer. He clears his throat to remain completely supportive of his new friend before leaning up just a bit to get to eye level with her.
Sebastien: She is the love of my life, but she knows how to strike a chord when she wants to. She knows how to hold onto my heart though. I couldn’t resist her advances, even though I don’t make it a general practice to mess with another man’s woman. I had been drinking, and I couldn’t hold back my feelings for her any longer.
Delia: I know, darling. She doesn’t care who she hurts wi’s her impulses. But, she will find out how impulsive I am soon enough. I just hope z’at you don’t hold it against me?
Behind the camera, Tessa chuckles, seeing the light is still on. They are too involved in their conversation to hear her, but she whispers into the camera’s microphone for us to hear…
>[*Fade*]
Tessa: #LizFacts Liz is a cheat. She cheated on her boyfriend, got engaged five minutes later, before breaking up with him, and then a day later, called off the engagement because he wouldn’t come back from his job… In short, Liz is spoiled rotten…
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”Old habits are hard to break. Sometimes giving something up is just far too difficult. That is where you need an intervention… Liz, this is your wake up call…” –Delia, darling if you must
We open up for a quick shot of Delia, wearing in a black sun hat and large shades covering her eyes. The attire she is wearing suggests that she is going to a funeral, matching her solemn expression quite well. Her long black skirt is tasteful, and matches the black blouse and shawl she haw wrapped around her neck and shoulders. She has a bag over her shoulder, and a red rose in her hand. The medium grade camera pans out slightly as Delia is seen walking through a park on a sunny day. Kids run past her in their own joyful manner. She doesn’t seem to notice as she comes to a swing set Dropping the bag down next to her, she seems to not even notice that the camera is going. She looks around and takes a seat on one of the free swings. Taking the sunglasses off of her face, she gently closes them and tucks it onto the neckline of her black blouse. The hat shadows her face from the bright sunlight, keeping her from squinting as the camera follows her back and forth as she swings. A young boy, about the age of five, runs in front of the camera as a momentary distraction from Delia’s swinging. Delia raises the rose to her nose, taking a long sniff before gripping it in front of her. Letting out a slow sigh, she looks over toward the camera.
Delia: Have you been rolling z’is entire time, Tessa?
Tessa: Only since ye started walking toward the swings. I figured we might want to give her a clue where we was going to be taping, see if it rings any bells?
Delia tilts her head back with a soft chuckle before shaking her head. She runs her tongue playfully across her bottom lip, the deep red tone contrasting against the bubble gum pink tongue.
Delia: Darling… she will find out when I am ready for her to find out. Z’ere is only one os’er place z’at would be more perfect z’an z’is, but even I have more taste z’an z’at… But first, I want to make Liz s’ink about what she’s done.
Delia swings a few paces faster, going up just a little bit higher. She pumps her legs a few times before sitting back and enjoying the ride. She is almost smiling in a sort of childish wonderment as she swings back and forth.
Delia: Oh, what it must be like to be a child. Z’e whole world is your oyster, and z’e possibilities are endless. We all wish to capture just a small piece of our childhood now and z’en, do we not, Elizabeth? Don’t we sometimes wish we were still children, even if only as a fleeting s’ought?
Delia pumps her legs a few more times, gaining a little bit of height to the swing. Once she is satisfied, she stops. She tucks the stem of the rose into her shirt as she grips onto the chains tightly.
Delia: You don’t, actually, because you’ve never grown up. Your pas’etic mos’er has kept you like a child. Z’at whore has mentally stunted you because she couldn’t land a man who was willing to put up wi’s her AND you. She soon learned z’at she could only depend on keeping you in her life, because… well, where would you go? You didn’t know your daddy. You were stuck wi’s her, and she bought you z’e world…
Delia’s face fills with more joy as she imagines what that must be like. She even laughs as she goes higher and higher on the swing. She kicks her feet in opposite directions to slow herself down, trying not to get lost in the experience completely.
Delia: Oh, how wonderful it must be to have z’e whole world handed to you on a silver platter, no? No, not when you are used to it. I did not grow up z’at way. Everys’ing z’at I have, I earned myself. You can discount it any way you like, but I didn’t have a whore of a mos’er handing me opportunity after opportunity like you did, darling. I didn’t waste opportunities such as a fine education. I didn’t spit in z’e face of z’e man who loved me. I did not sleep wi’s a man because he was rich, and z’en break up wi’s him for z’e nearest man who would have me. Oh, and by z’e way, z’ese are all #LizFacts
Tessa: Her mum’s a whore is a Liz Fact?
Delia: Yes, because it shows where she inherited it from.
Delia chuckles as she slows down her pace a little bit. She doesn’t want to get her black pumps dirty, so it takes a moment for her to slow down completely. After a moment, she is barely rocking in the swing, but enough to still be in motion.
Delia: Liz likes to s’ink of herself as a role model to children. Yet, as I’ve already proven, she is a bully, and she endorses domestic violence. She sleeps wi’s any man who will let her, and all z’ey have to say is “I love you.” She puts people down, tells people wi’s depression to jump in z’e deep end. She shamelessly promotes her own brand of nail polish, and defaces anyone and everyone…
Tessa: No offense, but so do we, Deelz…
Delia: But, we are not role models, and honestly, I would never sink as low as she has. I might tell someone z’at z’ey are ugly, ratchet, basic… but never would I suggest someone “jump in the deep end”. It is beyond z’e boundaries of good taste. Liz has, and she has done so much worse.
Delia finally comes to a complete stop. She slowly stands up from the swing and then offers the camera a smirk. She looks under the swing that she had just raised herself up from and her smile gets even wider. She lifts the swing up and points the bottom of the blue plastic up toward the camera. Tessa zooms in to spot the letters “ML” and “LS” etched on the bottom. Delia winks as she drops the swing back down. She picks up the bag and slings it over her shoulders.
Delia: Look familiar, Liz? Z’is is z’e park where you fas’er used to take you when he found out z’at your whore of a mos’er had birthed you. Michael Logan tried to be a good man and go right by you until your mos’er turned out to be… just like present day Liz. But, he took you here a few times. He used to push you on z’e very swing I was just on. He used to bring you under z’is tree over here to have picnic lunches. As I hear, he was truly a nice man who did a lot for z’e business of wrestling…
Delia quickly approaches a tree where a bench sits off of the path. She gently holds onto her skirt as she sits down on the bench. She pulls out a sandwich from her bag, unwrapping it before taking a nibble from it. She chews softly before swallowing.
Delia: Pardon me, I’m simply famished after z’e long trip… You see, as I was saying, you fas’er used to try to be part of your life, but your selfish mos’er simply wouldn’t let him very often. Your mos’er deprived you, and turned you into her. We should all blame her for what you’ve become… However, z’is is not about your mos’er, darling. It is about your fas’er.
Delia takes another bite from the finger sandwich, taking a moment to digest before she pulls out a bottle of mineral water. She quickly chases the second bite with the water so that she might continue.
Delia: You see, your dad could have had an impact on your life. You might actually be a tolerable human being, but he was deprived of z’e opportunity. You are simply deplorable, Liz Smalls. But, I didn’t come here to talk to you Liz. Mike is z’e one I came to speak to. So, if you will forgive me, I do intend to have a little chat wi’s your old man.
Delia takes one last bite of her sandwich before setting it down on the paper in her lap. She feels satisfied for the moment before wiping her fingers clean with a napkin. She takes one last drink from her bottled water before pulling out a pink bound book, setting it next to her at her side.
Delia: Michael, darling… I do feel as z’ough no one has properly paid respects to you in a long time. Had I known where to find your resting place, I would have come to you properly. However, as I did not have time to look it up, I found z’e place where you bonded most wi’s Liz, and felt it appropriate to find you here. I have brought you an offering z’at I hope you will accept in light of lending me your ear.
Delia pulls the rope out from her blouse and she sets it down gently on the bench. She watches it for a moment as the wind rustles through its green leaves and blooming red petals.
Delia: I came to you to ask for your forgiveness, first and foremost. I want you to forgive me for z’e beating I plan to lay on your daughter. I want you to look z’e os’er way as I embarrass her in front of hundreds upon hundreds in attendance in Phoenix, Arizona, and z’e s’ousands watching from home. I want you to know z’at I will take great pleasure in breaking your daughter. I will enjoy destroying z’e shell of a person z’at she is. I will break z’e shell, and maybe we will see her as somes’ing more z’an just a spoiled brat. Z’is is z’e part I do not wish to gain your forgiveness.
As if she can hear Michael questioning this, she tilts her head to the side, staring toward the camera as if it were him. She gives him just a moment of her time before speaking again.
Delia: You see, you must not be paying much attention to your daughter. It has been overstated z’at she is a horrible person, using people, and showing no regret for hurting people. She is everys’ing z’at you would have despised in z’is business, Mr. Logan. She is rude, disrespectful, greedy, selfish, conceited, vain, and z’ose are merely her better qualities. I might not be z’e best example in z’e business of wrestling, but I do not deny I am a wrestler. She has openly admitted z’at she is not a wrestler, but an “entertainer”. Ohhh, I know, I know, it is very disgusting, no?
Delia shows her sympathy for Michael’s supposed reaction, as if it were pure fact. She nods her head slowly as she continues to lock her eyes on the camera.
Delia: Your daughter is a liar. She spreads rumors. She is a whore. And z’at is just what she does in z’is business. Outside of it, she claims to be a role model, but z’ere is one person who can attest to z’e fact z’at she is not. I would like to welcome to you, from Saint Sabina Catholic High School’s journalism team and year book photographer from ’13 school year, Ar…
A young man who is in his late teens approaches Delia, holding a manila envelope tightly in his hands. He looks nervous as he is wearing a black baseball cap, doing his best to shade his face from the camera. He waves a hand in front of her, stopping her from divulging his name. He hands Delia the envelope and then quickly waves over toward himself.
Delia: Are you kidding me, darling. Z’at was not part of z’e deal, Mr. Grazelli. You were supposed to tell Michael Logan about his daughter. Now give me z’e hat, straighten our your greasy hair, and tell z’e world about Liz Smalls’ extra curricular activities…
The young man, Arthur, pulls his hate off in haste, holding it in his hands. He narrows his eyes at Delia and then he turns to the cameras. His dark eyes can’t even make contact with the camera as he looks down at the ground.
Arthur: Ummm… Mr. Logan. I wuh-was snapping photographs of people in the hallway when I spotted your daughter sniffing drugs in the bathroom. I leaned in and took a, ummm, picture that Delia has in her hand. Liz is no role model. Thank you.
Delia: Oh, come on now! Could you have said it any more dryly? It sounds forced.
Arthur: Well, you have the picture to prove it. She used to carry it around in her Rosary necklace. She was kind of a bitch to me in school, but she found out I had the picture, and she had her boyfriend flush my head in the toilet. I told her I deleted it, but I held onto it, and…
Delia rolls her eyes and grunts, waving him away as if he were looking at her. Chuckling can be heard from behind the camera as Tessa waves her hand at him for Delia.
Tessa: Arthur, you have been dismissed… Fuck off outta here, loser…
Delia: How often must I tell you z’at such language used so loosely is unbecoming of a woman. But she is right, you need to get out of my sight, darling. Take your dirty hat and z’is fils’y money…
Delia hands his a white envelope stuffed with case. He snags it in haste and places the cap back on his head as he marches off in a huff. Delia pulls the photo out of the envelope with a relieved smile. With a pink sharpie in hand, she etches something onto the photo. She turns it around, but due to the nature of the photo, it must be censored.
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Delia smirks as she picks up the pink Burn Book. She flips it open past pages of women who had found themselves under Delia’s scrutiny before. She comes to a blank page and then she holds it open, moving her sandwich out of the way so that she can rest it on her lap. She places the picture down on the book, taking up and entire page as she fumbles around for a glue stick. She pulls it out and runs it over the edges of the picture. She places it against the page, and then uses the marker on the page beside it. She talks it out as she writes it.
Delia: Liz… Facts! Liz Smalls does drugs. She is soooo basic, z’at she has to call os’er people basic so that she feels important. She is a horrible person in every aspect of her life. I will see to it z’at she is destroyed…#MyPersonalPunchingBag
Delia looks up from the book and drops the pen down after capping it. She smiles almost wickedly as she holds the book up for everyone to see.
Delia: You see, Liz stands no chance of walking out of Climax Control as z’e winner z’is week. I am doing what her mos’er refused to do. I am doing what her fas’er could have done if given z’e chance. I am going to drag her to z’e center of z’e ring, and I am going to spank her like a redheaded step child during z’e photo op. I will do it for my own private cheering section while z’e chant my name. I will do it wis’ her fas’er watching down on her in approval. Z’en, and only z’en, will Liz Smalls be broken!
Delia laughs wickedly and joyfully all at once as she slams the burn book closed. She holds the book gently against her chest as her laughter slows. She catches her breath as she looks back to the camera with one final thought.
Delia: Phase one has been completed. Liz Smalls’ has been READ! Z’e library will now close, but z’e beatings have yet to begin, darling. I look forward to seeing you on Sunday, Liz. Just be prepared to… strike a pose.
Delia winks at the camera as she stands up, setting the book back into the bag. She gracefully strikes a pose with her hand against her face. She switches it up, striking a Marilyn Monroe style pose. After this, she simply stands proudly with her hands on her hips before pointing at the camera to laughs as the scene fades out completely…
[*Fade to black*]
