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“Fashion is more than just clothes and make up. Fashion is a lifestyle, a statement. I am known for making statements loud and clear.” –Delia, Darling if you must
Today is a culmination of the disgust that Delia has felt since the day Angelica invited her to share culture with the fans of Sin City Wrestling. It was a disgust that had grown each second she thought about the organization. This disgust was brought on by the constant praise of SCW throughout the National eWrestling Alliance when she took part in New York Divas Wrestling. As Delia worked hard to one day move over to the City of Sin, she heard of such “Bombshells” as Misty, Odette Ryder, Amanda Cortez and Laura Jackson who raised the level of competition to new heights. She would literally dream of gracing the six sided ring, but not until she earned the right. Through her differences with the National eWrestling Alliance in regards to the stifling of her creativity and her impending departure, she hoped to find her way to the brightest star to ever fall from NeWA.
*SNAP*
Delia found a misguided, wounded Angelica, and the two became the best of friends. Angelica guaranteed to get Delia into SCW, and she made good on her promise. Delia’s heart nearly beat through her ribcage, even though it was not exactly what she had hoped for. A developmental contract based on the interest she could draw with her runway expression. This was not wrestling, but it paid handsomely. Meanwhile, the venomous Angelica had started to get to the kind-hearted Delia, filling her head with thoughts of grandeur. She was a star!
*SNAP*
Delia could draw an audience in better than the greatest match SCW bosses could come up with. She didn’t even have to break a sweat, as long as she remained sickening and fierce. She watched as the all-powerful Misty, with horrible make up that made her look like a crack whore from The Crow, was saddled with a sub par Tag Team Championship while a vampire held the top prize, and no one seemed to give a fuck that the Bombshells of SCW were no better than the one-hit wonders of NYDW. It was an all new hell that haunted her. She needed to do something, anything… Vomiting on fans, spilling real pigs blood on fans, verbally assaulting the fans, and even attacking the fans garnered no recognition. The Library was opened on every single Bombshell of SCW via Twitter, where Delia read each and every one of them. No T, no shade… Nothing…
*SNAP*
Delia was on a warpath. She deserved better than this. She made a move on Amy Marshall, the only one with the lady balls to talk back to Delia. It almost saddened her to attack the most tenacious Bombshell on the roster, but it had to be done. Besides, maybe the ass kicking of her life would show her how disturbed her sense of fashion was…
*SNAP*
Delia opens her eyes and simply sighs as the flashing of the cameras captures her standing over Ms. Rocky Mountains. The booing of the audience didn’t phase her… Okay, that’s a lie. She loved it. Delia dusts her hands of as she hooks arms with Angelica and Holly Wood. The three “ladies” walk to the ropes and exit. Angelica leans over to Delia once they are on the apron.
Angelica: That… was sickening, babe.
Holly: So fierce… I didn’t even expect it.
Delia curls the corner of her mouth into a smile, just enough for them to see. They walk up the runway and blow out a kiss to the booing audience. Delia soaks in their hatred and uses it as fuel for herself. Delia walks backstage, taking her hat off of her head and sliding it under her arm. She walks over to the refreshment table and picks up a chilled mineral water. She holds the cap of the bottle out to Holly who raises an eyebrow.
Holly: Girl, I just got these nails done…
Delia: As did I, cupcake… Somebody is going to open z’is bottle and it will not be me, mon cheri…
Angelica rolls her eyes and rips the bottle from Delia’s hand, twisting the cap off and tossing it behind her in a huff. She hands the bottle back to Delia with her lips pursed.
Angelica: Gawd, you’re such a bitch.
Delia: And z’is is why you love me, no?
Angelica sighs and then chuckles with a nod of the head. She picks up a bottle of cranberry juice, twisting the cap off and taking a sip. Holly reaches up and pulls her wig off gently, followed by the stocking cap. He reaches in and pulls out a breast plate, whistling as he fans it at his sweaty chest.
Alex: You two are so lucky that you have real ones. Girl, nipples need to breath too, kay?
Angelica: No, YOU are lucky that you can take them off whenever you want, Holly…
Alex: Bitch the wig is off, ain’t no cameras around, so it’s Alex, kay kay?
Angelica raises her upper lip a bit at the snarky attitude filling her little clique tonight. She simply flips her hair over her shoulder and holds a hand up as she takes another small sip of her drink. Delia stands around, observing the backstage workings as if it were the first time she had bothered to pay any attention to it. She sees the medics running to the curtains to check on the poor Ms. Rocky Mountains. She sees men and women with clipboards buzzing around like the busy worker bees that they are. She feels it all for the first time, and she simply takes in a deep breath, closing her eyes once more so that it might all fade away.
When she opens her eyes, she is still in a white trash hell hole, and she realizes that she is contractually bound to it. The thought makes her sick to her stomach as she, too, removes her wig. Upon pulling the netted cap off of her head, allowing her thin, almost matted mahogany locks fall down her back, the show is now over. An interesting thought crosses her mind… it was the first time that she had shown the world a glimpse into her true self, even if it was just a bunch of strangers who were too consumed with themselves to even bother noticing. Delia notices that her gal pals had disappeared on her, but she knew exactly where to track them down. She turns to a woman with a clipboard in her hand, and an SCW lanyard around her neck, looking flustered.
Delia: Excuse me. Where in z’is hell hole could I find z’e make up table?
The woman stares at Delia as if she had just watched her kill her children in front of her, snarling and shaking her head as she passes Delia by. Delia’s eyes widen at the affront as she licks at her bottom lip, imagining herself throwing the woman through the concrete wall. Thankfully, she can tell the difference between a perfume found at the Macy’s cosmetic counter as opposed to an authentic designer fragrance of this current season. She follows her nose around the corner and down the hallway to spot her friends standing at the mirror, patting at their faces. Angelica is freshening up while Alex is taking it off completely. Delia walks up to the table and gives Alex a playful shove to the side.
Alex: Uh, ‘scuse me, mama… You can wait your turn.
Alex snickers as he bumps back into her, not missing a beat. Delia smiles for the first time since standing in front of a Sin City Wrestling camera. She looks over at Angelica and gasps, reaching into Angelica’s bag to bring out a black eyeliner pen.
Delia: Rookie mistakes, darling… You were using charcoal black, when midnight black is z’e only one z’at will not clash wi’s your tone… unless you want to show your greys?
Angelica: Greys? Really, bitch?
Angelica snatches the pen from Delia’s hand and begins to define the lines around her eyes. Delia lines her lips with a pink gloss, rolling it over her lips generously. Alex pats his lips on a tissue, having taken his make up off in record timing.
Alex: You girls want to hit up Krave tonight? After watching Delia bounce that ass, I feel like dropping it dowwwn on the dance floor for all the boys.
Delia: Such z’e ho, darling… But yes, let us surround ourselves wi’s z’e most fashionable of queens tonight. I need some culture in my life.
Alex smirks as he places his fashionable black horn rim glasses over his eyes, adjusting them to perfection before he leans in and kisses Delia on the cheek. He giggles as he walks off in the opposite direction. This leaves Angelica and Delia left in silence. There is an unspoken tension between the two as Deli pulls the pins from her hair, removing the black elastic tie from the tail. She shakes her hair out a bit before pulling a brush from her bag. Angelica looks over at Delia, her emerald eyes sparkling as she simply stares. Delia gently runs the brush through her medium brown hair, keeping her eyes on the mirror.
Delia: Is z’ere somes’ing wrong, or will you just stares at me all night? Speak now, darling, or forever hold your peace…
Angelica bites on her bottom lip as she takes in a deep breath. She pulls a fashionable barrette from her hair and places the sparkling piece down on the make up table. She runs her fingers through her hair as she looks back to the mirror.
Angelica: I could ask you the same question, really. You have been a total beyotch to me all night. I suddenly went from being your bestest friend to your *air quotes* assistant. It’s kind of demeaning, honestly…
Delia: You have no nerve, Angie. How do you expect to be taken seriously as an artist of z’e fashion world? I am a little cold to you, and you take it personally?
Angelica: Oh, yeah… I must be extra sensitive if I got the impression that being a bitch to me, treating me like a dog should be taken personally. My bad…
Angelica rolls her eyes again as she lets her hair down. She shakes it out, letting it fall where it may as if a nod to her former persona. She slowly begins gathering her things, but doing so in an impatient manner so to make the silence stick to Delia.
Delia: Did it ever occur to you, mon ami, z’at maybe I have somes’ing on my mind? A distraction if you will? Maybe I take both of my careers very serious, and I still don’t know what awaits me next week, and z’is makes me nervous?
Angelica: Awww, let’s break open some Hagen Daas and watch 27 Dresses and cry it out… That’s so lame. We are adults, and I am your friend. Instead of treating me like a dog, you could… I don’t know… come to me and talk about it? Or does that take too much of the mystery away from you?
Delia: Yes, maybe it would. And Hagen Daas? Just s’ink of z’e calories, darling!
Angelica chuckles a bit as Delia nudges her with her shoulder. Delia seems to have gotten the full effect she wanted with her hair, given the primitive brush. Angelica fusses with her bag a bit more as Delia leans against the table, snarling at a coordinator who comes by.
Delia: I wish only to do my best to make an impact here. But, what if I go against one of z’ese losers who I trashed, which was almost all of z’em, and z’ey beat me? Do you know how embarrassing z’at would be?
Angelica: Honey, you are fierce. None of these girls can stand up to you. It doesn’t matter who you go up against, because you are going to turn, it, out! Do not let anyone tell you otherwise, because they are just haters. If you go against Amy Marshall, then show the world that you can kick her ass inside of the ring, just as good as outside of it. If it’s somebody else, then show them up too.
Delia smiles as she looks around at the people clearing out for the next match up. She reaches into her bag and pulls out a small pair of wire framed glasses, placing them on her face when she is sure that no one is paying her any mind.
Delia: I must admit z’at I am nervous still, but you helped me, mon ami. You must forgive me if I am still getting used to z’e idea of having a best friend, even two. I was always alone in Miami, and even in Paris. Girl talk is not my forte, darling. I will try to be better wi’s z’is from now on… Now let’s go shake our derriere’s like sluts in front of a bunch of gay men, oui?
Angelica smiles as she looks over to Delia, trying to contain her excitement. She gives one single nod of her head as her eyes sparkle even brighter in the light.
Angelica: Uhhh, yes please?!
She clasps hands with Delia, taking her bag in her free hand, holding it closely to her chest. Delia does the same as the duo talk indistinctly as they walk off down the hallway in the direction that Alex had disappeared to. He emerges from the “Ladies Room” door, dressed in a black fedora hat, white t-shirt, black faux blazer and a pair of skinny jeans. The three of them disappear down the hallway as if they were walking the runway all over again.
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”Authority only means something if you allow it to mean something. Otherwise, they are only a group of people with a god complex. Should we truly respect this?” –Delia, Darling if you must
Delia’s doe-like eyes stare through the glass door leading into Sin City Wrestling’s office building. She had imagined with a pocket as deep as “Hot Stuff” Mark Ward’s, there would be something more to stare at than what you would expect at a call center. There is nothing to the dark orange walls other than the SCW banner hanging above an office desk. No soothing shrubbery or water fountain to take the sting off of the poor choices with the interior decorating. Noting but a small table that offers cheap donuts off in the corner. Delia had never been bothered to come to the headquarters before, as Erik Staggs had presented her contracts to her in person at all showings. She realized that expectations were usually a letdown, and she could barely stomach the idea of entering the doors and suffering the embarrassment of being associated with this. But alas, it had been too long of a stare to deny her relation to the company any longer. She looks back to Angelica who doesn’t seem to grasp the concept of why Delia wouldn’t just walk inside.
Angelica: What’s wrong? We timed it so that we would be fashionably late, but now we’re starting to run off into the ignorantly late zone…
Delia: Z’e orange hurts my eyes. It is also embarrassing. We will call Erik and have him meet us at z’e Japanese Bistro down z’e street, no?
Angelica: Uhh, that might have worked like… an hour ago, but it’s too late now, and Erik isn’t very understanding of things…
Delia considers bringing up how she got Delia a job in Sin City Wrestling, but she decides that it would be inappropriate for friendly conversation. She grunts and turns her back to the door.
Delia: No… I don’t want to go in z’ere…
Angelica: But… look at the girl at the desk. Somebody has got to tell her that jeggings belong in the 80’s along with that denim mini skirt…
Delia: Where?!
Delia looks at the lady at the desk, seeing nothing of the sort in her view. She actually sees a woman who has done well for herself on a secretary’s budget. She can’t help but notice the perfectly coordinated light pink blouse that matches her lip liner, black skirt, and designer pumps. She pushes her way through the door in child-like wonderment as Angelica smiles in a sly manner. Delia walks right up to the desk, looking for the name of this woman to find a nameplate that reads Julie Smith.
Julie: Welcome to Sin City Wrestling Headquarters, how may I…?
Delia: Julia, darling… I must give you a hug because you are z’e first person I have encountered in Las Vegas that knows style, and I never want to let you out of my sight…
Julie chuckles as Delia leans over and caresses her. The chuckle turns uncomfortable as Delia finally lets her go. Julie flips the page on her planning book in front of her, ready to ask for her name when she recognizes the newest blonde Bombshell.
Julie: Thank you, Ms. Delia… I’ve been taking notes from you, I admit. I wouldn’t want you slamming my head through the donut table…
Delia looks to Angelica and lets out a loud, hearty chuckle, waving at Julie as if she were talking nonsense. Angelica giggles as Delia tries her best to stifle the laughter.
Delia: No… no, darling… I wouldn’t slam you through anys’ing less z’an Coquilles St. Jaques and profiteroles in z’at outfit… But no, I am here to see Erik Staggs. I am in z’e book if you must knw…
Julie: Yes, the meeting was fifteen minutes ago, and Erik has set out for his lunch break, and…
Delia: Z’en we will wait in z’e office…
Julie: But…
Delia waits no longer as she walks off down the hallway to Julie’s left. Angelica walks along with her, treading lightly in her heels so not to trip as she tries to catch up to Delia. Delia scans the five doors on each side of her to find one that reads “Erik Staggs – Head of Talent Relations”. She opens the door quickly to find Erik sitting at his desk with two small and one medium sized containers, and the smell of cheap teriyaki sauce filling the air. He looks up, a pair of chop sticks at his lips as he narrows his eyes at Delia.
Erik: Oh how rude of me. Sorry I was almost a half hour late to the meeting I had scheduled with you… Oh, wait… that was you…
Delia: Come now, Erik. It was no more than… fifteen… twenty minutes late at most. Fashionably late. Now, on the matter of…
Erik sucks in a dangling noodle, chewing it as he rolls his eyes and then lets his food show as his jaw drops.
Erik: Maybe I wasn’t clear before, but get the fuck out of my office so I can finish my Vince’s and…
Delia: Ha! Vince’s? It smells like Tao’s? I want to address z’e issue of z’is Blast From z’e Past Tourney. I was s’inking… Put Vixen wi’s Es’an, Orchid wi’s Jamie Dean, and I will team wi’s Ben Jordan. Oh, and I will forgive your faux pas, yes?
Erik snorts as he continues to chew his food. He swallows it down and then looks to Angelica as if to ask if Delia were serious.
Erik: No! How about Vixen teams with Jamie Dean and you get he hell out of my office? Will that work for you?
Delia: Okay, okay… I will accept facing Vixen and Jamie Dean wi’s Ben Jordan as my partner…
Erik: Look, you are teaming with “Es’an Brody”, and I’m going to enjoy my food without you babbling in my ear like we were equals.
Delia purses her lips angrily as she pulls out a seat in front of Erik’s desk. She politely sits down and crosses her legs as she stares at Erik, who slowly chews his food. The two of them engage in what seems to be a never ending stare down.
Delia: You are nos’ing more z’an a puppet for Mark Ward and Christian Underwood, same as any of us. Z’e only difference is z’at you sit behind a desk and listen to us bitch at you. We are equals at best, Mr. Staggs. We bo’s know z’at you will do as I tell you, because I have an offer you cannot refuse…
Erik opens his mouth, a piece of noodle falling from his lips as he offers her a hearty chuckle. Erik looks to Angelica as he can’t control his laughter, pointing to Delia as his eyes scrunch up in pure amusement.
Delia: Z’is is no laughing matter, Erik… I refuse to be teamed wi’s z’e likes of Es’an Brody to face a witch doctor and a man who only shows his face around here when it is convenient for him. It is a losing situation for me, and…
Erik’s laughter erupts all over again as Angelica growls behind Delia. She narrows her eyes at Erik and places a hand on Delia’s shoulder. She stares right at Erik as she speaks to her associate.
Angelica: Come on, Delia… We are obviously getting nowhere with him. Let me go work my magic on Mark…
Erik: Oh yeah? Haha! You… you… *snort* you really think Mark is going to fall for your line of bullshit? You made it clear that you aren’t his whore anymore, so he’s done with you. Face it, I’m the only bridge your sweet asses have around here. And this snotty little tart here ruined any wiggle room you might have had.
Delia: I refuse to sit here and be insulted like z’is. Angie, let’s go…
Erik licks his lips playfully before taking another bite of teriyaki chicken. He munches on it, smiling with a sparkle in his eyes as he watches Delia uncross her legs, steadying herself to stand up.
Erik: Attitude doesn’t intimidate me, sweet cheeks… so don’t let the door hit your ass on the way out.
Delia: You are disgusting like z’e swine, Erik… Typical American pig…
Erik: Yep! Oh… give my best to Ethan, will you? Be sure to let him know that you are the only one who thinks he’s a piece of shit, Deelz…
Delia mutters under her breath in French as she flings her bag over her shoulder. She gives Erik one last look before pausing. The arrogance on his face and his ability to challenge her seems to give her a change of heart. She nibbles on her lower lip as she studies Erik’s chiseled, slightly aged face and something almost seems to force her back in her chair fully.
Delia: You are used to getting what you want, no? Women pushing z’ere tits in your face to get what z’ey want? I tell you what, Erik… I refuse to stoop to such a level to get what I want. Instead, I will go to z’e ring next Sunday, and I will take down z’e cheap Voodoo Queen who is best friends wi’s your champion. I will embarrass her, and when I carry Es’an Brody to z’e top, I will redeem my prize of a shot at any Bombshell title of my choosing… and I will embarrass Gos’ika too. Z’en, when I am at z’e top of Bombshell Division, you will bow down and kiss my boot, yes?
Erik rolls his eyes once more and looks to Angelica who simply nods her head up and down slowly, a wicked sort of grin coming over her face. He chuckles as he fumbles through his desk. He pulls out a piece of paper and jots down a few notes quickly, leaving Delia to wonder.
Erik: Okay… if you are lucky enough to win the tournament, AND the Bombshell Championship, I will kiss your boot. But if you fail at any juncture of your quest, then you will get down on your knees, and kiss my pale, milky white ass! In the middle of the ring.
Erik slides the piece of paper down across the desk toward Delia. Angelica leans over her shoulder as both ladies examine the wording of the draft and give each other a quick nod of acceptance. Delia slides the paper back over to Erik.
Delia: Let us make it a fair trade… When I win z’e Bombshell Championship, you will kiss my boot in z’e middle of z’e ring. Make an addendum and I will agree.
Erik chuckles as he jots down the addendum and slides it across the desk to Delia who smiles and reaches her hand across Erik’s desk. He grips her hand and gives it a shake before planting a tender kiss on top of her hand.
Erik: Looks like we’ve got ourselves a deal, Deelz! Haha! Now get the hell out of my office so I can finish my lunch before I have to deal with more jackasses trying to weasel out of their Blast From the Past partnerships…
Delia smirks as she looks up to Angelica, having found the motivation she needed to get through this horrible debut match. She stands up from her seat and politely pushes it in underneath his desk. Delia turns to the door as her and Angelica start to walk out. Erik clears his throat as soon as Delia’s hand touches the door knob. She turns around as Erik rises from his desk, adjusting his pants, pulling them up a bit as he swallows his last bite.
Erik: Oh, in case you wanted a preview…
Erik turns around and lifts his suit jacket up to show off his backside through tightened pants. He chuckles as Delia acts as if she will gag. Angelica crinkles her nose in disgust as the two ladies quickly exit the office, slamming the door behind them. They look to each other and mutter one simple word after a unified sigh.
Unison: Gross…
They turn their attention toward the secretary desk up front and they walk in that direction with fire burning in both of their eyes.
[ *Fade* ]
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”A proper insult is just a friendly reminder that there is room for improvement… Some just need more than others…” –Delia, Darling if you must
The Burn Book is a healthy outlet for the meanest of girls to let off steam when they have a bone to pick with someone. It is a tradition that has gone through many cliques, and some have even been taken down by such a book. However, Sin City Wrestling’s own Mean Girls refuse to keep their feelings confined to a book. The book is simply a vessel for focusing their aggressions on any particular person, forever documenting their distaste for their foe, immortalizing even the most mundane of people.
For this edition of The Burn Book, we are invited to a sleep over with Delia, Angelica, and Alex “Holly Wood” Jeffries, and a special guest for the occasion. A special occasion calls for special treatment, and these ladies know how to get things kicked off in style. We fade in to see a spacious room with a king size bed as the centerpiece. The railing reaches up to the vaulted ceiling, sheer pink sheets tangled around the posts and draped over the sides to conceal the identity of their special guest. Alex walks through the door first, by himself as he walks across the wide open floor dressed in a purple tank top with fire engine red Aussie Bum underwear and white sweat socks up to his knees with two red stripes near the top. He struts along to the radio with a devilish smirk on his face. He presses the power button and hooks an iPod to it as he turns around to lean against the dresser. “Hello Kitty” by Avril Lavigne plays over the speakers loudly as his chocolate brown eyes study the dooway from whence he came from.
Alex: Hello Kitties…
Alex fans his paw out as he licks his lips in wonderment. This is when Angelica walks through the door in a long night gown with “Hello Kitty” printed all over it. She has it buttoned only down to her navel. She holds it back to reveal her scandalously small pink Hello Kitty underwear. Angelica smirks as she struts across the floor and over to Alex, raising her eyebrows playfully before shoving him out of the way. She thumbs through the iPod, finding exactly what she is looking for. She presses play, changing the tone over quickly as “Lollirot” plays.
Angelica: We have got a real blast from the past partying with us tonight, don’t we?
Alex: Rawwwwr!
This is when Delia walks into the room, her hair done in platinum blonde with blue streaks in the front. The hair hands down over a black tank top and tight black hotpants that sport a pyramid studded belt at the top, and a pair of combat boots on. She skips across the floor gently to meet up with Angelica and Alex. As she does, she bats her eyelashes at the camera, showing off an Egyptian eyeliner job that would make Amy Marshall envious, with mascara smeared down her cheeks.
Delia: Put your paws up, children... and welcome to Z’e Burn Book segment…. Z’e crasiest Bombshell to ever grace an SCW ring… please welcome…
”HELLLLAS!!!”
What? Were you expecting someone else? Someone like… Kittie? Ewwwwww! No way! Our mystery guest, revealed as Michelle Andretti, is dressed in an oversized white generic sports tee with navy blue sleeves and collar reading “08” on the front, and white socks running up to her knees much like Alex’s, only navy blue stripes. Her hair is up in several small tails leading back. Her lips are a dark purple to match her outfit, with white smoky eye make up. She giggles as the three Mean Girls come to her, engaging in a group hug that would be every teenage boy’s wet dream (if Alex weren’t there…) Michelle scoots back on the bed as Delia and Alex crawl into the king sized bed next to her. Angelica smirks deviously as she fumbles through the book shelf in the corner of the room. She pulls out a pink book with the words “Burn Book” on the cover, in a ransom note style font and various things scribbled on the cover. She turns it around and joins in with the giggling as she seductively walks toward the bed. She climbs in as the ladies adjust themselves to form a half circle.
Angelica: For the fans of the original Mean Girls… Veronica Taylor and I used to do a segment called “The Burn Book” where we would kindly inform our opponents of their shortcomings. You know, the things that everyone was thinking… but didn’t have the balls to say? Well, why let a good thing go to waste?
Angelica pouts her lips out, but her eyes sparkle with devious intentions. She opens the book, thumbing through a few pages to show off former Burn Book Victims such as Kittie, Trish Newborn, and Bianca Solderini. She comes to a blank page and then sets the book down in the middle of the bed as Delia stares down excitedly.
Alex: Ugh… can we get down to throwin’ shade at these bitches already? I’m ready to break into the Mango-rrrrrriiiiiitaaaaa’s!
Michelle: Mango? I’m allergic to those. I had a few of those once and I swear, I got dizzy and blacked out, waking up to a strange man in the morning.
The giggling comes to a halt as Delia, Alex, and Angelica stop and look over at Michelle as if they had been dumbstruck. Michelle looks around at the others with a worried expression.
Alex: Honey… either you can’t handle your liquor, or you got roofied, sweetheart.
Michelle: The club doesn’t have roof access, and I woke up in my bed, not on top of my house…
Angelica: Yeah….. so… Delia, darling… do you have anything you would like to say about your opponents for this week?
Delia has her legs crossed as she flips the wig hair over her shoulders. She is still stuck on Michelle’s comments, blinking excessively at her as Angelica snaps her fingers. Delia holds her hand up at Angelica while she processes the stupidity of their house guest. She slowly turns to Angelica, taking a few more blinks before shaking it out of her head.
Delia: I have opponents z’is week? I s’ought z’at z’e bosses pulled some loser wannabe fans from z’e audience and tossed z’eir names against Es’an Brody and myself.
Angelica: No, Derek Thorne was almost a big deal before he disappeared like… a year ago or something. He’s kinda hot too… And Diamond is the chick that walks around with Gothika.
Delia: I know, honey… it was sarcasm. Diamond is z’e woman who has wrestled all of one match here? She lost to Emma Rose who was humiliated by Roxi Johnson just last week, no? And Roxi Johnson is z’e woman who cannot beat Gos’ika. Z’e unending bullshit list of people who cannot beat one another could continue, but I am not bored wi’s z’is…
Delia shoots Angelica a deadly look as Michelle and Alex start playing some form of patty cake. Delia points her fingers like a pistol at her temple, cocking her thumb back before Angelica smacks her knee, mouthing “You’re so bad…” She then nudges the burn book closer to her along with a picture of Diamond and a pink sharpie pen. Doing her best Gretchen Wieners hair flip/smirk impression, she says…
Angelica: Let it out, honey…
Delia pulls the picture forward. She takes a glue stick and smears it viciously across the back of the picture and then she slides it onto the blank page. She gently runs her finger around the edges of the picture, studying it closely in silence with the Alex and Michelle giggling like a pair of school girls behind her. She then draws an “X” over Diamond’s face with her fingers.
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Delia: Z’ey say z’at diamond’s are a girl’s best friend. You can never go wrong wi’s tz’em, I hear. Diamonds are a way to distinguish z’e unspoken caste system of America. Z’e rich… z’e famous… z’e important people have z’e biggest diamonds. Diamonds represent social status, and it is a bold name to give ones self. It leaves a lot of expectations… and in your case, z’ey leave a lot of unmet expectations…
Delia runs her eyes over the picture, the evil smirk on her face disappearing as she gets even more serious with what she is about to say. She runs her pointed tongue over her bottom lip ever so slowly before biting onto it. Angelica nudges her, silently giving her the okay to proceed.
Delia: Diamond… honey… you are nos’ing but a coward. You have z’e powers z’at be on your side. A voodoo priestess, a witch doctor straight out of New Orleans, z’e closest resemblance to my homeland in America… What poetic justice, honey… Z’e most French town in z’e United States, hidden by swampland, crime, and general filth. You, honey… you are beautiful enough to get anys’ing you want in z’is world. But you are stupid. You decide to walk around wi’s z’e vampire and z’e bearded lady, Darknyss. Out of anyone here, you choose to be associated wi’s z’e biggest joke of a stable? I would have more respect for you if you went wi’s z’e New X-Tremes. At least you have z’e Heavyweight Champion, and a multi-time World Heavyweight Champion to train you. What do you have wi’s Fallen?
Angelica: Well, she’s got the Bombshell Champion. Longest reigning too…
Delia: It means nos’ing when z’e division is at z’e weakest it has ever been, darling… Diamond, you are gorgeous, but you are damned to spend eternity wi’s z’e best of z’e worst. Do you really s’ink you will get anywhere like z’is? If you don’t, z’en you are settling, and I do not respect z’is. If you do, z’en you are z’e stupidest Bombshell signed to Sin City, darling, and even I have given you too much credit. You are nos’ing more z’an a loser.
With this, Delia pulls the cap off of her pen and she writes one word next to Diamond’s picture in big letters. “L-O-S-E-R !” She dot’s the exclamation point with force that nearly pushes through to the next page. She sets the pen down in front of her as she looks directly into the camera.
Delia: I will make you a one time offer, sweetheart. Perhaps it is out of pity for you. Perhaps it is because I see raw potential in you. Or, perhaps I am not z’e stone cold bitch z’at everyone seems to s’ink I am. I want to offer you a spot wi’s z’e Mean Girls, darling.
Angelica’s eyes widen as she looks at Delia. Delia holds a hand out toward Angelica, looking out of the corner of her eye to let her know that she is aware of what she is doing. Alex stops dead in his tracks and looks right at Delia too.
Alex: WHAT?! Ohhh girl, you done lost it, kay?
Delia: You can rise to z’e top. You can even continue cast your spells and hexes. You only have to change one s’ing, darling. Change your association wi’s z’e losers z’at you walk around wi’s. Ditch Darknyss… Gos’ika… Jeremiah Hardin… Leave z’em behind and look for your future, because we are rising stars, honey… Openly defy z’em, and you can come to us, no questions asked. Until z’en, you will remain an afters’ought to z’e masses, and even to your “best friends”. If you are content being treated in z’is manner, z’en I cannot help you. You are z’e lost cause as z’ey say… Such a shame… it is a real waste of talent and beauty…
Michelle: I swear she looks like my girl, Lyrique… Par-tay Gurrrrlz!
Delia: Please, shut your mou’s, darling. You are giving me a headache…
Michelle closes her mouth, but continues to talk, though quite obviously no one understands her… except Alex, who shouts “I KNOW!” Delia rolls her eyes as Angelica scoots closer, placing her hand under the book. She studies Delia’s handiwork with a smile before she starts to close it. Delia places her hand between the pages as the book closes on top of it. Angelica looks confused as Delia re-opens the book.
Delia: Ah, ah, ah sweetheart. I am not finished. I don’t have just one opponent z’is week. I have two…
Angelica: But you can’t even touch him or you will be fired!
Delia: Such a shame… wi’s abs like z’at… But why should I not mention him? Just because I can’t lay a finger on him, does not mean I cannot get inside of his head, no?
Angelica shrugs her shoulders as Delia slides a picture from her cleavage. She holds it out to show it off to Angelica first, causing her to swoon in response. Delia turns it back to herself, trying to fight the fact that she swoons a bit herself with those piercing blue eyes, and the retro feathered hair that seems unique and original on him. Her lip quivers for a moment before she turns it over for the camera to see.
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She runs a glue stick over the back of the picture slowly as if she were staring through the paper. She carefully centers the picture on the blank page next to Diamond before gently tracing his name over the photo. She runs her black manicured nails over the page, ensuring the picture is firmly in place, but she runs them over his lips one last time before darting her dark eyes at the camera.
Delia: Ohhh, Derek… You gorgeous, gorgeous man… While I cannot face you one on one… an encounter neis’er of us would ever forget… I know z’at you will be a great distraction to me. Perhaps it is because you are one of few z’at is not from z’is disgusting cesspool we find ourselves in. Seeing your milky white skin shimmer in z’e light of z’e ring could be my downfall. I hope your beautiful face can forgive me for what I am about to do… After all, it is just business.
Delia winks at him, her lips curling up into a devious smile that has come to be her usual expression. She leans back a bit, as if to give Derek a vulnerable view of her body to tempt him, or perhaps as a silent offering for his forgiveness.
Delia: I recently found myself on a ski trip in Sweden, and should it be chance z’at I found my way to your home town? Sheer coincidence, I assure you. I made a few friends z’ere, and it turns out I found someone who knew you all too well, darling… If not for her, I would know nos’ing of you beyond your pretty boy face, and would have assumed Holly Wood was more your type of gal… I admit I was envious when she told me what you were capable of, if you know what I refer to? Do you know who I am talking about yet, Derek?
Delia rolls her shoulders back, pushing out her ample bosom toward the camera in her mock Kittie outfit. Her platinum blonde hair with blue lowlights finds itself tracing her chest as she leans back on her elbows, a sly look upon her face.
Delia: What was her name? Melissa? Clarissa? Some’sing –issa… Ohhh, z’at is right. Lovisa. Gorgeous girl, and so… nice? Swedish charm. I could tell z’at you two would make a good couple, until I heard z’at you were not? Shame, shame, but I had hope again! Until I found out what kind of man you really are, Thorne. Prideful. Shameful. Cowardly. Yet, still you are somehow arrogant on top of it all? Somehow, you became z’e ugliest man I had ever fantasized about in my entire life…
Alex: Oh my gawd, girl… You’re such a bitch!
Michelle keeps her lips together as she tries to mutter her famous “Cha!” to agree with Alex. Angelica gives her a proud smile, but Delia barely acknowledges it, because she is nowhere near finished with Derek yet.
Delia: You are wor’s nos’ing but a fuck at best, darling… And from what I hear, I would be bored to dea’s because you….
Delia pulls the cap off of the hot pink Sharpie pen. Next to the picture of Derek Thorne, she draws an estimated ruler leading to three inches. Underneath the ruler, she writes “Has a small penis…” Angelica nearly chokes of nothing when she laughs. Alex looks over her shoulder and groans in displeasure. He leans back and pouts as Michelle looks confused.
Delia: As someone who is so dark and brooding, I would expect you to make up for it wi’s passion, even rage. But no, you are z’e type to put on Michael Buble and light candles, and after thirty seconds of sweaty effort, you collapse and cry while she pats your back and tells you it will all be okay. Z’e poor girl had no idea what an orgasm was until I told her of it. If your bedroom performance is any indication, Es’an Brody should have no problem beating you if you peak at roughly a half of a minute.
Angelica: Ohhh, this is hawt… I can’t wait to watch.
Delia: Oh, darling… it won’t be z’at impressive, I’m sure. Z’e only s’ing z’at will impress is when Es’an and I destroy z’ese two and advance to z’e quarterfinals. But, being z’e charitable one I am, I have purchased a front row seat for z’e action.
Alex: But we won’t need them. We’ll be at ringside with you, hon…
Delia looks back at Alex and blows him a soft kiss. He catches it from thin air and gently pats it onto his cheek. Delia smiles sweetly for a second before turning back to the camera, letting the look linger for a moment.
Delia: It isn’t for you two darlings… It’s for Lovisa. I am reuniting z’ese two lovebirds. But, z’e bitch side of me wants her to see what a loser he is so z’at she can move on and find herself a real man. I have a heart of gold, with an inscription that reads “Bitch” on it. I welcome Derek to prove me wrong, but we all know he will just prove a stepping stone to Es’an and I to Round 2 of z’is tournament, and z’en he will go back to z’e rock he crawled from under and hide until he finds his balls once again.
Alex: Ohhhh the shade of it all!
Delia: What? It’s “T” time, darling, and I’m serving it up by z’e kilogram…
Michelle: I don’t get it…
Delia: Of course you don’t. You’re just here for shock value and to look gorgeous, darling…
Michelle blinks her eyes for a second before nodding her head in approval. She leans back and sits still other than trying to make herself appear more attractive, trying out different poses. Delia turns her attention back to the camera once more, closing the book at her side and pushing it away.
Delia: Diamond and Derek are not my only concerns z’is week. Z’ere is z’e matter of Es’an Brody… I am supposed to trust you, and “trust” is not somes’ing I afford to many people. Z’is week, I haven’t much choice, now do I? I am supposed to count on you to be z’ere when I need a moment away from beating z’e living shit out of Diamond. Can I “trust” you Es’an?
Delia leans up, allowing her long hair to cover herself up a bit so not to tempt her tag team partner this week. She closes her eyes as if to deeply contemplate one final question before bringing the question aloud.
Delia: I am not sure, but z’is begs z’e question of your trust in me. Is it possible to trust me, Es’an? I am, afterall, a woman who has lured women from z’e audience into z’e ring, only to beat z’em down. Promises of designer labels and make up tips ending up wi’s z’em on z’e ground, begging me to stop beating z’em up. People wonder if I can be trusted when I make a promise. Let me tell you somes’ing… Sarah got her hideous Louis Vuitton dress. Lisa got her make up tips, but it came at a price for z’em. I kept my promises, Es’an. I am a woman of my word. I am honorable, and I can be trusted. Just be careful of what you wish for. If you wish for us to team togez’er and win z’is tournament as an unstoppable force z’at ever person in z’is tournament should fear facing, z’en your wish will be granted. If you wish for a team z’at works so closely toge’zer z’at z’ey soon become blinded by their partnership, and z’ey fuck like wild animals in a culmination of sweat, fury, and hard work… z’en you will receive a knee to z’e testicles for your troubles.
Delia shrugs her shoulders as she stares deep into the camera, almost as if waiting for a response from Ethan right then and there. She waits a moment before taking in a deep breath.
Delia: I am not here for a fuck. I am not here to make friends. I am not here to get over wi’s z’e fans. I am not here for romance, or to get knocked up. I am here to win. I am here to dominate. I am here to win titles, and look fabulous doing so. After z’e tournament, we will not be lovers, or friends, or even acquaintances. At best, I will acknowledge you wi’s a nod for what we accomplished together. At best, you will not find your picture in z’e Burn Book.
Delia picks up the pink book and holds it up for Ethan to take a good look at. She tosses it to the side of the bed as she sits up even more, leveling with Ethan is if he were there.
Delia: I didn’t ask to be teamed wi’s you, Es’an. I did not ask to be in z’is tournament. I will not back down from any challenge, and it just so happens z’at we must work togez’er for me to win. I am not known for playing nice, but it is my promise to you, z’at as long as you play nice, z’en I will too. Cross my heart, and hope to die… stick a needle in my eye…
Delia chuckles as she crawls back in the bed, lowered down on her knees, sitting on her feet as she offers one last wink to the camera.
Delia: I look forward to debuting in a successful match. I look forward to watching Diamond and Derek S’orne fail in yet anoz’er attempt to be relevant. Most of all, I look forward to watching the brutality z’at Es’an and I bo’s will bring to z’e ring on Sunday… Good luck Derek and Diamond, because you are definitely going to need it…
Delia looks deep into the camera once more, pressing the palm of her hand against her lips. She stares with her eyes dark as night before kissing her hand and bringing it forward, giving a soft, gently blow that resonates deep within the viewer. She turns around with a pillow in hand and smacks it against Alex’s face. Alex looks shocked, but says nothing as he lifts a pillow off of the bed and smacks her back. Angelica giggles as she picks a pillow up and smacks Delia with it. Meanwhile, Michelle continues making sultry eyes at the camera, trying her best to look sexy while the others scream “PILLOW FIGGGGHT!!!”
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