Post by: Christian Underwood on May 11, 2014, 07:43:44 PM
First RP Period Deadline:
United States: 11:59pm EST Saturday 05/17/2014
England: 04:59am Sunday 05/18/2014
Post by: Delia Darling on May 17, 2014, 04:04:45 PM
Delia: I simply cannot believe it! I can’t!
Veronica: YOU can’t believe it? How do you think I feel? You were supposed to have my back out there!
Holly: Face it, you both screwed this one up, hunties…
Veronica: Aren’t you the one who hit me over the head with a lightbulb?
*Momentary silence…*
Delia: That’s right… don’t blame me… blame z’e sissy!
Holly: Ohhhh, ex-CUSE ME?! You better be lucky I can’t see you, or I’d kick you right in your vee jay!
Veronica: Honey, she’s got bigger balls than you do…
*Rustling and grunting is heard*
Veronica: Are you kicking me?
Delia: Sorry, I s’ought z’at was Alex…
*OOOOOOOOOPFFFFFFF!*
Delia: I s’ink I found his balls…
Holly (high pitched): YEP!
Veronica: It’s a frickin’ miracle…
Delia: UGH! I’m already tired of you bo’s! How many hours have we been in z’is box?
A flash from a cell phone screen comes on to reveal a time of 10:06pm. It quickly flashes back off.
Veronica: About fifteen…
Delia: Oh? We should be z’ere soon, no? Funny, because I haven’t heard a s’ing outside of z’is box…
Veronica: No, hon. It’s only been about fifteen minutes…
*Shrieking is heard for a solid twenty seconds*
Holly: Owww, mmph… Maybe there is someone out there that could hear us. Let me try to look through this hole…
Delia: It sounds like a description of a typical Saturday night for you, except it’s usually someone peeking s’rough your hole…
Holly: Don’t hate me just because nobody wants to peek through your hole, baby girl… Hello! Hello?! He…
We find our way over to spot a hole sitting to the left of the screen. Through the hole, we spot a black and brown eye staring back through. Rustling is heard as Holly whispers a soft “what the…?” The eye seems to peek through, glaring back at them, but the owner makes not a single sound.
Delia: Hello? Who’s z’ere? Can you help us?
”Hi! Are you the infamous Box People of Madagascar?”
Delia: Who’s z’ere? Help us! We’ve… we’ve been trapped in here, and…
”Who am I? It is rude to respond to a question with another question… Isn’t it, Angel?”
Holly: Oh my gawd, it’s that man-child! Kid, can you help us out of here?
Despayre: Angel says I don’t want to open your box, but he says I’m too young to know why.
Holly: Smart man… What else does he say? Is there a way to get us out of here from out there?
Despayre: What…? BOY how cheap do you have to be!? Mailing yourself to Cape Town rather than fork over money for a plane ticket?
Delia: No, no… you see…
Despayre: Really? ... Hey Angel says the staff would have paid!
Veronica: Look, just go find an adult to help us out of here, please? It’s really, really important. I need medical attention right away, or I might wind up with scars!
Despayre: What’s the magic word?
Veronica: DO IT NOW, FREAK!!!
Delia: Uhhhaha, z’at is not z’e way you speak to someone who could possibly help us out of z’is mess, Vero… Darling, Jefferson… No, Jacob… Somes’ing wi’s a “J”… Would you find us some help? … Please?
Despayre: Please, what?
Delia: Pretty please? Wi’s sugar on top?
Despayre: Hmmm… I don’t know. I prefer whipped cream and a cherry
Delia: Grrrr…. Wi’s whipped cream and a cherry on top?
Despayre: That’s more like it! I will go find someone right this very second. Don’t you worry.
As Despayre’s eye disappears from the hole in the box, there is settling heard. There is a long pause as they wait for Despayre to return with help. After a few minutes, however, there is a sound of a hydraulic jack. Despite their attempts at getting the attention of whoever is outside of the crate, their sounds are drowned out as the jack lifts the box, drowning out their shouts.
”Normally I like to give a few words of wisdom, because it is one of many pieces of evidence that I am better than you. However, it is hard to think of something significant with a camera tripod in my ass and a person’s foot under my chin…” –Delia, darling if you must
We open up in the heart of Cape Town’s City Bowl, a bustling cityscape. We see people of all walks of life walking down the streets, shopping the business district. People vacationing from all over the world are present, with many large countries being represented. However, some of the most colorful visitors are three who couldn’t stick out like sore thumbs any more if they tried. Being accompanied by Angelica, we find Delia, Holly Wood/Alex Jeffries, and Veronica Taylor. Alex has his make up smeared all over the place, and his last worn wig is in his hands. He is wearing a colorful red skirt, a blue crop top with stuffing on one side of the top, and his panty hose are torn to bits. Yet, somehow, he isn’t the most awkward looking of the bunch. Delia is bruised, her natural chestnut brown hair is matted to her face in parts, and her clothing is torn a bit as well. Even still, the attention goes right to Veronica Taylor, who is covered in dried up food, smeared make up, a swollen lip, and still in her wrestling gear. Angelica looks as if she is window shopping, taking little to no note of the condition her friends are in. She stops and looks at a dress on a mannequin, elegantly posed in the window, admiring it.
Angelica: How do you think I would look in that?
As the other three continue to walk along, they ignore Angelica’s question. Passing a group of people, Delia shields her face from being seen. She grits her teeth as she opens up one finger to glare at Angelica.
Delia: I do not care how you would look in z’at dress, Angie… I care about people seeing us like z’is!
She says it under her breath, but loud enough for Angelica to catch the hint. She rolls her eyes and drags Angelica along with her. Veronica tilts her head back with a chuckle as people seem to recognize her.
Veronica: Yep! It’s me… Get over it!
Alex: Girl, can we please just hurry up and get to the hotel? My balls haven’t been outta my ass in almost three days!
Delia: We all want to get out of sight. Except Angelica, because she finally gets to be z’e pretty one of z’e group!
Angelica glares at Delia, turning back around to look at the dress in the window. In an act of defiance, she folds her arms across her chest, tapping her foot as she stares at the others, waiting for them to notice she’s stopped. After a moment, Delia looks behind her, finally seeing she’s not there.
Delia: Angie! Come on…
Angelica: No! If you’re going to get an attitude with me, you can find your own way to the hotel, bitches…
Alex: Come on, gurrrl… We don’t have time for you to be feeling hurt and throwing a fit. We had a hard few days, and…
Angelica: I don’t care! You three forget that I saved your asses! Who found out where you were? Me! Who came and saved you three? Me! Who…
The three stare at Angelica as if to let her know that they get the point with an annoyed glare. She purses her lips together as her hands move down to her hips. She smacks her lips as if to emphasize what she’s about to say.
Angelica: So you three might want to show a little appreciation to your savior, kay?
Delia: I’m sorry, okay. You know how I am when I do not get exactly eight hours and forty minutes of sleep in a night.
Alex: Plus, it’s embarrassing walkin’ around like this. It’s worse than a walk of shame after a night with the Tramer Triplets…
Everyone stops and stares at Alex as he states this so matter-of-factly. Angelica chuckles, breaking her “bitchy” stance. Alex gives her puppy eyes, which finally melts her as she continues walking with them. She leads them along the streets as they walk silently. Angelica looks over to Delia and Holly as they continue along.
Angelica: I just don’t get why you three are acting like this is such a big deal, considering you did performance art with being puked on, but you freak out over a little smeared make up?
Veronica: First off… eww… Second, you three did that before I was ever around. I’m used to looking perfect at all times.
Alex: And need I repeat? Balls to ass for three days!
Delia: I need to get out of z’ese clo’se because it is a reminder of what happened on Climax Control. Plus, we look like Amy Marshall did our make up!
Angelica finds this statement funny, laughing, while the other three simply nod their head in agreement. Alex pats at Veronica’s cheek, wiping away a bit of stray mascara, while Veronica pulls off one of Alex’s faux lashes that has gone rogue.
Delia: I’m serious. It is embarrassing, and I plan to make z’ese bitches pay. It is bad enough z’at Karina beat Veronica, but everys’ing else z’at goes along wi’s it is what has me ready to piss fire!
Alex: Gurl, you might wanna get that checked out by a doctor. It sounds serious.
Delia: Oh, shut up, Karen!
Delia pokes her tongue out at Alex, who acts as if he were serious with his comment. He simply blinks his eyes innocently as Delia gives him a playful shove. The two have lightened up, owning their appearance, but Veronica still looks angry, as her hair is matted with food.
Veronica: Ummm, how far are we from the hotel? I’m soooo over this already. People are recognizing me here…
Her voice trails off at the end as Delia offers her a chuckle.
Delia: Z’ere is a first time for everys’ing. Do you s’ink z’ey recognize you from your JC Penny ads?
Veronica: Maybe. You must be glad none of them have seen your Party City ads to recognize you…
Once again, Delia chuckles, however there is a note of annoyance in it this time. Veronica chuckles back in a condescending tone as if to rub her insult in ever more. The tension between the two seems to grow quickly, but is interrupted as Angelica chimes in with an answer.
Angelica: Tessa is on her way to a rendezvous spot up the street to take us the rest of the way. We’re staying at MannaBay Hotel. It has the most gorgeous view, but it’s just outside of the Bowl.
Delia: I just hope we can get back to z’e hotel wis’out too many more people seeing us like z’is. It is so embarrassing.
Angelica: So, what’s the plan for revenge?
Angelica asks abruptly as she turns to face Delia. Delia looks almost stunned by the question somehow. She is silent for a moment while contemplating the most savory revenge possible.
Delia: It is simple, darling… I am going to defeat her inside of z’e ring. I am going to do what I’ve been waiting to do for months now, and I’m going to shut her up once and for all.
Angelica: No offense, but… she’s gotten a lot more years under her belt in the industry. She recently trained in Japan, and…
Delia: I don’t care. Z’is match has been coming for a long time now, and I don’t see z’ere being much wrestling involved. She and I have been at each os’er’s s’roats for a very long time while I was tied up in z’e Blast From z’e Past II tournament. I made it to z’e finals, while she got knocked out in z’e second round.
Angelica looks as if she is holding something back. She bites at her bottom lip as Delia stops in her tracks. She places her hands on her hips and stares at Angelica suspiciously. Angelica tries to avoid eye contact, but Delia catches her attention quickly.
Delia: You have somes’ing to say, Angie?
Angelica: Well… she and Geno Jr. did get knocked out by the same people who knocked you and Ethan out of the tournament, so…
Delia: Z’is is different! I performed very well in z’at match up, and if you are forgetting z’e most important fact… I did not get pinned to lose z’e match. However, Amy did get pinned by Brandi. If you want to get technical, I am undefeated in SCW right now.
Angelica rolls her eyes, but nods his head to give Delia the acknowledgment she seeks. This seems to satisfy her as they continue to walk along, catching up to Alex and Veronica. Delia keeps her eyes peeled for the Irish lass that is to be rescuing them from their humiliating walk of shame.
Delia: I still don’t understand why you couldn’t pick us up from z’e police station instead of making us walk all z’is way…
Angelica: Ummm… because I don’t want you skanks stinking up my rental car with day old food and body odor for too long. Plus, you deserve it for asking me and Tessa to stay out of the fight. This all could have been avoided if you wouldn’t have been so prideful…
Delia: They got lucky, Angie… It wasn’t supposed to go down like z’at. If Miss Runaway over z’ere wouldn’t have taken a trip s’rough z’e backstage area, we would have been fine on our own.
Delia looks straight ahead, spotting the car down the road with ease, picking out Tessa’s “unique” fashion of fur and glitter from almost a mile away. She sighs in relief as she continues on with her rant.
Delia: Besides, z’e last s’ing we needed was for Amy and Karina to bitch and moan about how we ganged up on z’em when we already had an extra person at ringside. Two more, and we would have looked like z’e laughing stock of z’e Bombshell roster when she would have just gotten pinned anyway…
Veronica: I heard that! You act like you didn’t get knocked out by Amy… like it was all my fault.
Delia: Z’at is because it WAS your fault! I was coming in to save you when Amy caught me wi’s z’e Bad Girl. You were already flat on your back for z’e s’ree count, darling…
Angelica stomps her feet in frustration as she trudges along toward the silver VW Jetta. She growls as she pulls Delia along, making them walk next to each other.
Angelica: This is where I’m putting my foot down! As your manager, both of you… I am going to let you know that you won’t stand a snowball’s chance of beating those two scags if you can’t get on the same page! That has been your problem this whole time. You both have massive egos that won’t let you compromise your imaginary standing within Mean Girls. You both want to be the Queen Bee, but the fact is that we don’t have a Queen Bee. We work together as a unit to fight these ratchet hookers. Instead of trying to outdo one another, why don’t you try working together.
Delia: We did… against Cindy Warren and Electra Styles. Should I remind you of how z’at turned out?
Angelica: No, because you two did NOT work together. You both spent most of the time trying to one up everyone else, including your own partners. I want to see you two come together and make an example out of Amy and Karina. Show them why we Mean Girls are more than just a collection of the prettiest girls in SCW. We are a serious force in the Bombshell Division. Oh, and the Men’s…
Angelica looks over to Alex, who looks as if he were feeling left out at first. He smiles at her as he reaches the car first, taking the passenger’s seat. As Veronica walks around behind Tessa’s seat, Angelica stops Delia at the door as everyone else gets inside.
Angelica: I’m not going to have this conversation again, Deelz. I want you to put aside any differences or hard feelings you might have for Veronica, and I want to see you two come out of this match victorious. Do not let me down, okay?
Delia narrows her eyes at Angelica, almost as if picking her apart mentally. She cocks her head to the side, but Angelica refuses to concede to her this time. She widens her eyes at Delia, pursing her lips together as they seem to have some sort of silent battle of words. Delia finally gets frustrated with Angelica and opens up the car door. She folds her arms across her chest and mutters under her breath in a defeated tone…
Delia: Fine…
Angelica: Good… And you can start by sitting next to Veronica, and you two can make nice for the rest of our stay here in Cape Town…
Angelica smiles sweetly as Delia growls. She gets inside of the car, scooting into the center as Angelica giggles to herself.
Angelica: Nobody makes Angelica sit in the middle… Not after the morning I’ve had…
Delia folds her arms across her chest as she glares over at Veronica, silently for a moment. Veronica is too busy staring out of the window, wishing the trip was over already, that she doesn’t even notice.
Delia: I like z’e way z’e mustard in your hair brings out z’e color of your eyes…
Veronica blinks in confusion of the statement, still not looking at Delia, or anybody for that matter. She tries to comprehend what she’s just heard as Delia looks over to Angelica with an arrogant smirk on her face. Angelica simply rolls her eyes as Tessa puts the car into drive, and takes off out of the shopping district of town. The Mean Girls make their way beyond the cityscape, and off into the miles of beautiful greenery that surround their luxury hotel.
[*Fade*]
*Blackness*
Delia: I am soooo hungry… When will z’at Despy boy come back wi’s help? He’s been gone for, like… an hour…
Holly: Wait, I hear footsteps…
Despayre: Sorry it took so long, but nobody would believe me. I told my dad, I told Gabriel and Odette, I even told Erik Staggs, and they all just gave me funny looks. Oh, and bags of peanuts… honey roasted!
Delia: Ohh! Gimme, gimme! I’m simply famished!
Despayre: Didn’t we already have a talk about manners?
Delia: Pretty, pretty please? With whipped cream, sprinkles, and a cherry on top?
Despayre: Sprinkles too?!
Delia: Sprinkles too……
Despayre: Hmmm, I had that yesterday. What else ya got?
Veronica: How about a nice punch to your face?!
Delia: Ohhhh…. Ha ha, what did I tell you about making jokes like z’at to someone who might be able to save our backsides…?
Despayre: Angel says that we should start a #GetVeronicaLaid movement on Twitter.
Holly: I’m down for that…
Veronica: Angel needs to mind his own business, child…
Delia: Look, we would be forever grateful to you and Angel if you could give us somes’ing to eat. We haven’t eaten in over a day, and our tummies are rumbling.
Despayre: Well… if I go and tell everyone that you’re down here again, they might give me even more… I guess I can do that.
Within a moment, the small hole of light is blocked off as small bags of peanuts begin to drop through the hole. Scrambling is heard as Alex, Delia, and Veronica scramble to pick the bags up. The sound of plastic is heard ripping, and soon taken over by the sound of gobbling and smacking like animals. Despayre is heard laughing on the outside.
Despayre: Do you really think it would fit, Angel? Well… if you say so…
A banging sound is heard as the small hole rapidly blinks, something banging against it furiously. Grunting and edited versions of curse words come out of Despayre’s mouth as he continues to pound on the crate with something. Within about a minute, the crate cracks open and a small amount of light pours in through the crack. Delia shoves the piece of crate from over her head, and she laughs like a mad woman as she stands up. Despayre is standing there, looking a little shocked as Delia covers his face in kisses of thanks. She picks him up off of the ground and spins him around in the cargo hole, before realizing that she is being nice. She sets him down and composes herself.
Delia: S’ank you very much, Despy… Would you like an autographed t-shirt?
Despayre: Nah… you could buy me a jumbo bag of Skittles when we get to Cape Town, though.
Delia chuckles in false amusement, patting him on the top of his head as Veronica and Alex climb out from the crate. The three of them stretch out, moaning as bones pop back into place. Alex goes to hug Despayre in thanks, but Delia sharply shakes her head in the negative. Alex simply pats him on his shoulder. Veronica immediately begins pulling crusted pieces of food from her hair in disgust as she quickly darts over toward the ladder leading to the cabin of the plane. Delia and Alex follow soon after. Despayre looks down into the crate, sniffing it as he waves his hand in front of his face in disgust.
Delia: Ohhh, I can’t wait to even do a sink wash after z’at…
Alex: I can’t wait to pull my…
Delia shushes him as she looks back to Despayre. Alex covers his mouth as they all reach the ladder, climbing up it. As they get to the cabin, they are met by some rather unhappy looking faces. An Air Marshall as well as two stewards and Erik Staggs all stare down at them as Veronica gives them an innocent laugh.
Erik: Stowaways? You ladies are in some serious trouble here…
Delia: But it isn’t our fault! It was z’at…
Erik offers her a wink as he cuts her off, shrugging his shoulders.
Erik: Tell your story to the authorities when we arrive in Cape Town. I’m sure they will find it a lot more amusing than me… Cuff them.
Knowing full well what happened, Erik smiles widely as the Air Marshall latches cuffs on Veronica and Delia’s arms, He then adds cuffs onto Holly as he starts to lead the three to a secluded area of the plane. Despayre comes up the ladder with Angel, next, and the Air Marshall shakes his head in disbelief. He is ready to cuff him when Erik gently guides his attention away from Despayre.
Erik: He’s with us, he has a ticket, and… well… he doesn’t know any better. Could we maybe give him a break here?
Air Marshall: Entering the cargo hull is against air regulations, and…
Erik: He’s Despayre, of Sinful Obsession…
Erik nudges the Marshall gently, persuading him not to. Despayre smiles at them and then darts off, presumably toward his family. Erik gives a silent nod of appreciation as he, too, departs. He looks down to Delia in particular, muttering underneath his breath.
Erik: I told you I could be a very powerful friend to have… But, I can be one bastard of an enemy to have, too… Have fun explaining your way out of this one…
Erik doesn’t wait for a reply from them as he turns around and walks off toward the aisles. Delia glares viciously in his direction as he disappears down the aisle. She looks over to Veronica with a look of disgust on her face.
Delia: Z’is just keeps getting better and better, doesn’t it?
Veronica sneers at Delia’s comment, seeming angry with the situation as well. She sighs as she falls into a short contemplative thought. A wicked grin comes over her face as she stares back at Delia.
Veronica: You know what this means, right?
Delia: We have to make z’ose bitches pay for what z’ey did to us… Somes’ing z’at will make z’em realize z’at z’ey messed wi’s z’e wrong Mean Girls…
Delia matches Veronica’s wicked grin as the two of them seem to exchange ideas of their revenge in a silent manner. The Air Marshall escorts them to empty seats near the back of the plane, sitting them down with added force as the scene comes to an end.
[*Fade*]
Post by: Amy Marshall on May 17, 2014, 07:44:19 PM
How the feud began // The story so far.
It all began when some girl called Delia popped up on twitter and preceded to attack the whole bombshell roster with cheap petty shots. Many ignored them and continued on with their own stuff. However, I didn’t ignore it and responded back thinking that it would end there.
I was wrong.
This Delia girl that appeared had a friends with her – Angelica and some drag queen called Holly Wood – and they proceeded to appear backstage and inside the ring, where they would insult the fans, talk trash about the bombshell roster and go as far as giving “make-overs” to the dumb witted fan who agreed into the ring, which only ended with that person being attacked.
Then one Sunday evening they decided to attack Miss Rocky Mountains and that didn’t sit well with me and so I decided to say something a week later by dumping trash and rotting food on them and attacking them before making a point.
However, this didn’t stop them and they just came out the next week and continued with their badmouthing, but that week and the next few week were pretty much quiet, as I had my own little issues with Karina and getting my number one contendership.
It was then at Blaze of Glory, the feud began to warm up, as after the final Blast from the past match came to end with Simon Jones and Brandi Shotze being crowned champions… Erik Staggs then came to the ring and actioned an agreement between himself and Delia, which forced Delia to kiss his ass. Earlier in the day, Erik had asked to meet me and we had a short brief talk about possibly helping Erik if Delia failed to stick to her agreement… and Delia didn’t stick to that agreement and I had fun shoving Delia’s face into Erik’s ass.
Climax Control 79 – It got a whole lot worse for Delia, Holly, Angelica and Tessa – especially for Delia as I embarrassed and beat her till she was unconscious. It was a perfect plan and a perfect end. But I knew deep down it wouldn’t keep Delia and the rest down.
Climax Control 80
Cairo Military Academy
Cairo, Egypt
20th April 2014
Simone: What are they doing here!?
Patton: FIVE!
Drew Patton turns to see Holly Wood and Angelica screaming at him from the ringside area. Emma Rose makes her way to the sixth turnbuckle, and comes face to face with the Mean Girls. Behind their backs, Delia slides into the ring cutting off the Punk Princess. Delia blows a kiss at Amy before kicking her in the gut. Amy doubles over, and Delia tosses her into the corner turnbuckles!
Simone: LE BITCH BOMB!
Adams: Payback’s a bitch!
Delia slithers out of the ring. Holly Wood and Angelica blows kisses at Drew Patton before slyly waving goodbye. Emma Rose unaware of what just happened turns to make sure Amy Marshall is still down. She grabs Drew by the arm, turning him towards the final turnbuckle.
SLAP!
Patton: SIX!
Simone: Emma Rose has done it!
Justin: Here is your winner, and the NEW Bombshell Roulette Champion... New Zealand’s Hottest Export... EMMA ROSE!!
<><><>Backstage <><><>
Returning to the backstage area in pain from the Le Bitch Bomb into the turnbuckle, I was so unbelievably angry that the only way to convey my anger was to lash out, although with nobody around to feel my wrath, it was mainly chairs, trashcans and various other items being thrown about, which made me forget about Delia, Holly and Angelica and where they had slinked off.
“Why don’t you go for some fresh air?”
Came a voice from behind me, which made me turn to see Pussy Willow standing about eight foot away, trying to avoid being hit from a rogue trashcan or tray.
“That’s the best idea you have ever had.”
Heading towards the nearest fire exit, I pushed the bar on the fire exit and was greeted by the warm Cairo air, which hit my face and didn’t cool me down. Heading over to a wall, I sat down on it and gave myself a few moments to calm down and collect my thoughts.
“Is it ok to approach?”
Pussy asked from the doorway, making sure she wouldn’t be a victim of an angry wrestler.
Expelling a huge amount of air from my body, I look up and nod my head for pussy to come closer.
“Can I ask some questions about your match?”
Pussy eased into the questioning. As she asked it, it dawned on me that I hadn’t began to look for Delia and get payback for what she did, so I stood to my feet.
“Where are those brain-dead waste of spaces?”
“You mean Delia?”
“Yeah”
I shook my head in disbelief at Pussy’s comment.
“They left pretty quickly after interfering in your match. I don’t know where they went. Sorry. How about we talk about Emma Rose and the stipulation?”
My eyes narrowed, but then I realised that attempting to pursue the mean girls would be pointless as they had a head start and could be anywhere.
”Sure. Why not.”
I said.
“First question… the match stipulation. What did you think of it?”
Asked Pussy.
“It’s certainly an interesting stipulation, and so far one of the better stipulations I have encountered. Wouldn’t mind doing that one again obviously minus some airheads interfering in my match.”
I said with venom in my voice.
“So how about Emma Rose and her win.”
“Congrats to Emma it was thoroughly deserved. And you were definitely a threat and I would have beaten you if I didn’t have some idiots ruin my match. Although I could ask for a rematch against you, I first must deal with Delia.”
“And on that note. Thank you Amy and good luck in your pursuit of Delia.”
“Thanks.”
Pussy and camera crew walk away, leaving me alone to contemplate what could have been and what I have to do.
A week later at Climax Control 81, while I wasn’t booked, it gave me an opportunity to watch the show and go to the ring and declare war against the Mean Girls. {Writers Note: Amy declaring war should have been before the segment between Amy and Karina.} I was also surprised that I had found an unlikely ally in the former of Karina Koji. Although things are still a little tense after our match at Blaze of Glory match, however, with our newfound allegiance we promptly had a little bonfire party by burning the mean girls cheap Wal-Mart clothes. Obviously this would piss the Mean girls off, but it showed that Karina and I mean business.
Climax Control 82 – Once again I wasn’t booked and I’m getting bored. It’s ok going to the ring and doing something inside the ring and watching the show, but when you are touring around Africa and visiting poor-ish parts like the Congo, there isn’t anything exciting to do. And it was only going to get worse, as Climax Control 82 was the mean girls revenge. While I was talking with Electra about her match, I was jumped by Delia, Angelica and Veronica and from there I had no chance and even with Karina joining in, there was just too many of them and we ended up a little bruised and beaten, but thankfully security came in the nick of time and we avoided the permanent marker make-over.
And finally Climax Control 83 – Again didn’t wrestle but I didn’t mind, instead I was in Karina’s corner for her match against Veronica, who had Delia and Holly Wood in her corner. And I had fun, as we battled around the beach and into the backstage area, destroying much of it including Erik Staggs’ office. But we didn’t care as, all we were focusing on was getting rid of Delia and Holly and ensuring Karina picked up the win, which obviously Karina did get and then we sent Veronica, Delia and Holly packing – literally – as they were packed up and shipped off to Cape Town. Also that evening I found out that I wouldn’t be able to have a singles match against Delia, but instead it would be a tag team match.
<Center> TAG TEAM MATCH
KARINA KOJI and AMY MARSHALL vs THE MEAN GIRLS (Delia Darling and Veronica Taylor)
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~ A week earlier ~
Monday 5th May 2014
New Zealand.
Shortly after the Climax Control show in Congo had ended, Amy headed straight to the airport as she prepared to head to New Zealand for her sister’s wedding. However, the flight would be long and arduous, as it would take a day instead of hours to get there.
{{ Kinshasa > Johannesburg > Sydney > Auckland. }}
And this included a 12-hour layover in Johannesburg and a 4-hour layover in Sydney.
Arriving in New Zealand at 11:45pm, it gave Amy a chance to freshen up, eat and sleep some of the jet lag off but first she had to make a phone call to someone. Grabbing her cell phone, she begins to dial.
“Hello Amy.”
Came a female voice.
“Hey… did I wake you?”
“You didn’t. I was just doing checking a few things before heading to bed.”
“Nervous”
“I don’t get nervous, you know that.”
“True, but wrestling and getting married are two different things… are you seriously telling me that the great Trish Newborn isn’t nervous?”
”Maybe a little”
Trish and Amy share a small laugh.
”Who would have thought you would be getting married and settling down. How things of changed.”
Amy said with a little nostalgia in her voice.
”The same could be almost said about you and Kevin… shame that didn’t work out. Anyway glad you arrived safely and see you tomorrow.
”Thanks. And see you tomorrow.”
”And you.”
And with that short conversation, they both hung up their cell phones, as Amy placed her cell on the bedside table before crawling into bed and turning out the lights. Her thoughts filled with how the wedding will go tomorrow and what she could wear, as she brought a couple of dresses and shoes.
Tuesday 6th May
St. Mary’s Church
New Zealand.
The scene opens inside St. Mary Church, where we see every row of the wooden benches filled with friends and family of Trish and her finance Claire. This included Amy who sat near the front of the church wearing a black and white 50’s rockabilly dress with black heels, as for her hair… it wasn’t in the usual Mohawk style instead down with some curls.
As the church organ begins to play, Amy was unsure who would be entering first and to walk down the aisle, but as the camera pans around we see Claire coming first with the person giving her away along with her own brides maids following close behind and taking their positions. The organ continues to play and Trish comes down with her bridesmaids etc… and takes their positions as well.
With everyone in their positions and seated, the minister begins to speak.
Minister: Welcome everybody, we have been chosen to witness this very special moment in Trish and Claire’s life. They are going to be united by the holy bond of marriage. This special moment will remain intact in the memory of the Trish and Claire forever. It will also be engraved in our memory.
“To all present I am going to say that we have gathered here to witness the union of Trish and Claire in marriage. We are going to make a new family of which we will also be parts. Family is everything about love and relationship. We are now eager to enjoy the wedding ceremony and create the marriage as soon as possible. So, let my speech be finished here.
And Trish, please repeat after me…”
Trish & Minister: ‘I, Trish, take you, Claire, to be my wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward; for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part"
Trish places the ring on Claire’s finger.
“And Claire… repeat after me.
Claire & Minister: ‘I, Claire, take you, Trish. To be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward; for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part."
Claire places the ring on Trish finger.
Minister: “By the power given to me by the law of St Mary’s Church in New Zealand, I am declaring you wife and wife.” You may kiss the bride.”
Trish and Claire kiss, as the church organ plays once more as the friends and family clap at the newly weds. The scene fades out on Trish and Claire walking down the aisle with Amy and everyone else following behind, as they watch them get into a limo and head off to the reception location, as everyone else gradually follows.
Post by: Delia Darling on May 23, 2014, 05:59:16 PM
”Sometimes, when things get tough, you just need a night out with the girls. Or you just lose yourself... or both? Do what makes you happy.” –Delia, darling if you must
The music pumps from Shimmy’s Beach Club speakers as people walk to and from the enclosed bar area. It is mostly tourists, laughing and celebrating as they walk along. The moon shimmers off of the water across the beach from the club. Off to the right, Delia is seen sitting in her pin up girl style one piece swimsuit. Her platinum blonde hair is done in a fifties style pin. She is sitting on the edge of the concrete surrounding the warmed salt water pool, ironically located right next to the ocean.. Behind her, Tessa is sitting on a beach chair in a zebra printed bikini and a cocktail in her hand. Angelica is swimming in the water, coming up to Delia. She pretends as if she is going to pull Delia fully into the water. Delia growls at Angelica and bats her away with her foot. Angelica rolls her eyes as she sputters water away from her lips.
Angelica: Geez, somebody is staying grumpy… I thought that is why you wanted to get out tonight, to get in a better mood.
Delia: No… I came out tonight to get away from z’e two z’at I was trapped wi’s in a box, and a jail cell for s’ree days, and z’en in z’e hotel room for anos’er two days. I was starting to get sick of z’ere faces…
Angelica shrugs her shoulders as she pulls herself up and onto the concrete bank as well. Delia slowly moves her legs through the water, feeling the warmth wash over them. She sighs as she looks up at the sky. Angelica gently nudges Delia, who slowly turns her head to Angelica, giving her a mean stare.
Angelica: Oh come on! You act like you want to be alone, and yet you come to one of the most crowded, loudest night spots in Cape Town?
Delia: I wanted to relax by z’e water, have a couple of drinks, and enjoy z’e moonlight.
Angelica: Okay, well, part of that has to do with interaction with others. That’s something you are being awfully sketchy about tonight. I get that you didn’t want to be around people who you were forced to stay around for so long, but don’t take it out on us, okay?
Angelica sighs as she begins to wring her hair out a little. Delia nods her head as Angelica stands up. She gives Delia a playful kick to her butt before walking across the beach, toward the bar area. Delia returns her gaze to the stars. She looks as if she could get lost within them, and perhaps she does, because she chooses to address Tessa, and in a kind manner.
Delia: Have I lost it, Tessa?
Tessa: Excuse me?
Delia pauses without responding for a moment. Tessa sets her glass down on the small rounded table next to her and she leans forward. Delia takes another slow breath before repeating herself.
Delia: Have I lost it?
Tessa; Lost yer marbles? Probably…
Delia: No… have I lost my skills?
Delia leans back a bit, resting herself on the sand gently. Tessa picks up her drink and scoots down to the sand next to Delia. She seems to be taken aback by Delia’s mild kindness toward her, so she keeps a bit of distance between them, but she immediately responds, testing the limits.
Tessa: Did ye ever have wrestling skills to begin with? Seemed to me that ye were winging it through yer matches with brawling and catfighting, if I’m to be honest here.
Delia turns her head, staring right at Tessa. There isn’t much of an expression on her face, so Tessa doesn’t now if she should run away, or pretend she was joking. Delia smirks and chuckles as she looks back to the sky.
Delia: Wrestling… as if I need to know how to do a proper arm bar when I’m as fabulous as I am… I meant my skills on picking apart my opponents verbally. Making z’em fear me. As stupid as Amy Marshall is, and as crazy as Karina Koji is, I can understand z’em s’inking I will be an easy feat. Z’ere is obviously somes’ing going on upstairs wi’s z’em to explain why z’ey don’t comprehend it.
Tessa: Gross, luv… ye almost made me gag a bit just by mentioning their names.
Delia: But z’en you have people who are just boring. People like Jessie Salco, and Electra Styles. Z’ey don’t fear me. Z’ey don’t respect me. Z’ey laugh at z’e mention of our names. I was used to z’e reaction when I was new, but I’ve proved z’at I am not some ratchet like SCW is used to. I am world class famous, and I am a class above anyone else on z’e roster.
Tessa chuckles at Delia’s “modesty”, rolling her eyes as she looks to see if Angelica is on her way back over to them so she doesn’t have to deal with this anymore. When she sees it will be a while, she stops laughing and looks back to Delia.
Tessa: It’s call delusion, sweetheart. They are blarmey as fuck if they don’t fear ye. Ye have proved that yer not someone to mess with.
Delia: Duh, as if I didn’t know z’at… I mean, do you s’ink z’at Veronica joining Mean Girls again has taken my s’under away from me? She was booked on almost every stop of z’e tour while I only got one match, tagging wi’s her. Have I lost my appeal in SCW?
Tessa: Yes.
Delia suddenly turns a sour face to Tessa who nudges her with a smile. Tessa laughs and places a friendly hand on Delia’s shoulder. She looks out across the ocean as she sighs, watching the moon bounce around on the small waves.
Tessa: Now that I’ve truly got yer attention… it isn’t about who is better. Mean Girls don’t just let anyone join them. Ye have to be special to sit with us, yeah?
Delia: Yes. But, am I being outshined by Veronica? Not wi’sin z’e group, but wi’s z’e bookers?
Tessa: No. Ye just need the right influence. And, ye need to focus on bigger and better opponents. People who the fans give a toss about, like Vixen or Roxi Johnson or someone like that. Not Amy Marshall…
Delia scoffs at the simple mention of Amy’s name. She turns her attention back to the stars in the sky. She slowly kicks her feet around in the water, stirring it up a bit.
Delia: Z’e only reason she matters to anyone is because she’s obviously trying to sleep wi’s one of z’e bosses. Angelica has “Hot Stuff” and Christian is obviously not interested. So she has moved in on Erik Staggs, and z’at gets her noticed.
Tessa: That and the way she can’t seem to keep our names out of her mouth. It’s like she knows people follow our every move, and she wants to be part of it. Once ye stop messing with her, then ye can move on to bigger and better opponents like ye should be facing anyway.
Delia: I can’t help it. I am not known for having a mild temper, and I do not tolerate z’e disrespect z’at disgusting creatures like her s’row at me.
Tessa nods her head, knowing all too well about her temper, having been a victim of it a few times herself. She can tell that something is different within Delia right now, and that she had to help her get back to her old self.
Tessa: Veronica is on one level, and yer on another. Not to say that one of ye is better than the other, but ye got yer own styles and it puts ye in different places. Veronica should go after people like Emma Rose, and Karina Koji… people who are an actual threat to her. Yew could easily walk into the Bombshell Championship division and work your way through the best of the best.
Delia: I could. I know I could. I could have done z’at when I debuted in NYDW, but I don’t like championships. Z’ose belts are hideous, and none of z’em would match my shoes… I like z’e recognition, but since Blast From z’e Past II ended, I already know how good I am. I don’t even need z’e recognition anymore.
Tessa: Somebody is full of themselves, yeah?
Angelica walks up to the pair sitting in the sand. She stares at them for a moment before making her presence known, settling down next to Delia by the edge of the bank.
Angelica: You couldn’t possibly be talking about Deelz, now, could you? Pffft, obvi’s…
Delia glares down at Angelica, scoffing at her assertion. Angelica laughs as she rests her feet into the warm water. She places her hand on the cocktail glass, ready to take a sip when Delia gently nudges her with her foot.
Delia: Why should I not be sure of myself? I have been consistent since I signed z’e contract to wrestle wi’s Sin City Wrestling. I just don’t know why z’ey have decided to push me away from where I should be. I s’ought maybe it was Veronica, but z’e Emerald Aisle Queen let me know z’at it is because I am settling on people like Amy Marshall.
Angelica: She’s got a point. You should be facing people like…
Delia: Honey, I’ve already heard z’e tremendous amount of ass kissing from Tess. I don’t need any more boosting.
Angelica: I was going to say people like Jessie Salco, because you suck, bitch…
Tessa laughs as Angelica sticks her tongue out. Delia opens her mouth, doing a mix of a laugh and a scoff simultaneously. She nudges Angelica even more roughly with her foot, causing her to spill some of her drink on herself, making her shiver and get a little mad.
Angelica: Uh, hey!
Tessa: Ye asked for it, luv! Even I know better than to go that far when I’m joking with that slag…
Delia: Careful, or I might punch you in your left tit, Tess!
Tessa: Give it yer best shot. If it’s like yer last match, I think I’m pretty safe!
Angelica reaches back for a high five from Tessa as Delia smacks her arm roughly. Tessa only laughs after the strike and Delia finds herself somehow able to laugh at the quip, even if it is at her own expense.
Delia: Blame z’at on Veronica, darling…
Angelica: You know, you keep saying that. You keep wanting to blame Veronica, but really, if you are as good as you think you are, you should be able to carry her to a victory for once, but…
Delia: What? You don’t believe me? Watch on Sunday, bitch… Watch me do it!
Tessa: Christ, ye really was trapped with Holly in that crate for just a little too long.
Tessa scoots up closer to the edge of the concrete bank so that she can stick her feet into the water. As soon as her toes dip in, she shivers and backs up, giving them both a look as if they were crazy. Before she can say anything, Delia sits up, sliding back onto the edge, completely submerging her legs in the water.
Delia: I could go anos’er week wi’sout seeing eis’er f z’ose two. I admit z’at I love z’em like sisters, but yeah…
Angelica: Just do yourself a favor, and take my advice. I might not have made the biggest impact when I wrestled in SCW, but I have many years of experience in managing, and I know what I’m talking about. You and Veronica need to work together instead of competing with one another. If you can get past this imaginary contest you two have going on in your heads, then you guys can win on Sunday. But, not until then, understood?
Delia: It is no contest, darling. Why can’t you understand z’at? I already know I’m better z’an her, and you know it too. You’re just mad because she’s your old best friend.
Tessa: Yeah, obviously I wasn’t calling her conceited…
Angelica: Just because her and I were friends before you and I met does NOT mean that I am playing favorites. I want you to listen to me, and get over yourself!
Delia rolls her eyes, giving a very sarcastic yawn as she waves Angelica off. Angelica looks at Delia as if she had just said the sky was polka dotted with purple. Delia gets a conceited grin on her face as she stares right into Angelica’s accusing eyes.
Delia: I am z’e Regina George of our Mean Girls group, and…
Angelica glares over at Delia as she continues talking. She has had enough of the attitude and she shoves Delia into the water, causing a big splash. Delia comes up from under the water, looking completely shocked as she glares through the mask of water covering her face. Her mouth hangs open before she spits water in Angelica’s direction.
Delia: Son of a bitch!
Angelica: I warned you! Stop with the attitude and get your head in the game!
Angelica looks almost furious as she shouts at Delia. The small crowd sitting around the water stares at them awkwardly as Tessa sticks her tongue out at them, daring them to say anything. They don’t, and Tessa relaxes her posture once more. A smile creeps upon her face as she nudges Angelica into the water next. Delia doesn’t waste any time pulling Tessa into the water next.
Tessa: I can’t believe you did that! It’s cold as a witches tit out here being all wet!
Delia: Then it is the perfect temperature for you, darling!
Tessa: Oh yeah?
With that, Tessa splashes a wave across Delia, making her close her eyes. She looks shocked before splashing Tessa back. The two begin laughing as Angelica gets in on the action, dunking Tessa under the water. She is surprised when Tessa lifts her up and dumps her to the side, all while Angelica screams loudly. They don’t care about the people staring at them. They came to have a good time, and that is exactly what they intend to do! Delia splashes Tessa back as she swims away. Angelica lifts Tessa up and tosses her, causing a big splash toward Delia. The ladies continue their horseplay as the screen starts to go black.
[*Fade*]
”Sometimes, you need to be alone for a little while to appreciate those who surround you. Time to reflect is necessary now and then.” –Delia, darling if you must
The sun shines brightly on Table Rock as sight seers gather from the inside of the cable car station. The view is the most spectacular view in all of Cape Town. You can see the white sandy beaches, the greenery that spans on for miles upon miles, as well as the cityscape of the Bowl. It is a magnificent sight to see, and anyone who travels to Cape Town should know that this is a must see attraction. As the cars unload a couple visitors, we see SCW Bombshell, Delia, exiting the car with a knapsack hanging from her side. She is in a most unique ensemble for her, because it is rather plain. She is wearing khaki cargo shorts, a white tank top, and hiking boots. Her natural chestnut brown hair is tied back in a tail that travels down the center of her back. Her eyes are covered with a pair of Gucci sunglasses, the only designer item she is wearing. Something about her makes it seem as if she only wants to blend in today. She walks across the rough, rocky landscape as the mid day sun gleams through a few spotted clouds. As the crowd goes toward the small café for refreshment, Delia wanders off on her own. She drinks in the beauty around her, remaining silent as she walks along.
A white bird flies right by her, cawing loudly and causing her to jump a little. It startles her as she is lost in her surroundings. She stops, finding a rock to sit on, where she can enjoy the peace and quiet. She sets her knapsack down next to her as she crosses her legs. She arches her back as she looks out toward the beach.
Delia: I must say, I never expected z’is. After last week, being trapped in a box wi’s z’e ladies z’at I call my close friends… It definitely put some stress on us and our friendship. Since arriving here in Cape Town, we have spent very little time toges’er. I guess Amy and Karina got what z’ey wanted. Brava, ladies… brava…
Delia takes in a deep breath of the thinned out air. She sits in silent contemplation for another solid moment. She turns her attention over just a few inches, but enough to spot a couple of brave hikers making their way up the rough terrain. She admires their stamina, having made it only half way up the advanced trail, especially when they likely started their trek almost an hour prior.
Delia: Many people expect us Mean Girls to just give up. Z’ey are counting on it. We have taken an unexpected blow, and have been catty toward each os’er on Twitter, and even worse in person. People are ready to celebrate in z’e streets, hoping z’at Mean Girls will be no more after Sunday. I had made a career out of pleasing people before I came to Sin City Wrestling. I was one who hated to disappoint.
Delia continues to watch the hikers. She notices that one of the men in his mid thirties, a bit on the heavy side, stop. He is trying to pull himself up and over a half sized boulder. He is highly frustrated and clearly tired. He stops and sinks down to the side of the boulder, resting his back against it. His hiking companion keeps going.
Delia: It is no surprise z’at Veronica Taylor and I have not had a great record wi’s working toges’er successfully. We lost to Electra Styles and Cindy Warren. We have been s’rowing shade to one anos’er, and z’is week has only been worse. It has been a race between us to see who is z’e Queen Bee of Mean Girls. Is it me? Is it Veronica? Is it Delia? Is it z’e First Class Model of z’e world? It is an on going contest between us, and it came to a head when we were trapped in z’at box.
Delia’s attention wanders to the man who has kept going. His voice gently trails up to her ears as he is shouting to his companion. After a second, his voice repeats the same undetectable string of words. He stops and turns around to see his friend is nowhere near. He turns around and carefully makes his way back down the rough trail.
Delia: Sometimes, it isn’t about a contest. Sometimes it is about being a friend, no? Couldn’t Veronica and I bo’s be Queen Bees? Twice z’e power, ladies… When we combine efforts, z’ere will be nos’ing z’at will stop us. Nos’ing will stop us from walking out of Chaos In Cape Town as z’e winners of our match. It is clear z’at we have been our own worst enemies z’is entire time.
Delia watches as the friend shouts out words of encouragement to his fellow hiker. He doesn’t respond audibly, and he stays put. The friend leans down over the edge of the boulder, and yet again, the friend refuses to move. After a moment of convincing, the friend slowly stands up, dusting himself off. The friend up top reaches his hand down and helps to pull his friend over the boulder. The heavier man stands proudly at this feat.
Delia: Working toges’er is z’e only way z’at we will make it s’rough z’is match and make all of the doubters eat z’ere words. It has been said by some z’at Veronica Taylor has dragged me down. Z’ese words sound as if z’ey are true, no? Just six weeks ago, I was right under z’e Main Event, teaming wi’s Es’an Brody to take on z’e Heavyweight Champion, Simon Jones, and Brandi Shotze. A match z’at is Main Event wors’y all by itself… And leading up to Blaze of Glory, I Main Evented wi’s z’e tournament. Now, in just a few short days, I am now opening z’e show. A true travesty…
Delia watches on as the hikers continue making their way up the trail with a second wind. They don’t seem to miss a beat, even with obstacles that are much more difficult than the boulder. All it took was a single boost of confidence, and knowing that they are in this together, and now they are an unstoppable force.
Delia: Z’e tru’s is not z’at Veronica has dragged me down. It is simply a coincidence z’at I began to lose focus when Veronica showed up. I grew stagnant in my placement of Sin City Wrestling. Perhaps I even began to doubt myself. Yes, I said it… I hid behind my secret war wi’s Veronica, when really? I just did not know where to go from z’ere. I knew I wanted to face Amy Marshall, but our requests got buried under z’e returns and debuts z’at were inspired by z’e fallout of Blaze of Glory III. One s’ing I can commend Amy for is standing up to z’e bosses to get us our chance to fight.
Delia gently claps her hands together, and even with the light strikes, the sound still echoes off of the rocks and across the tree tops. This startles a few birds in the process. Payback! Delia stops as she looks out across the tree tops, admiring the peaceful surroundings for a moment longer.
Delia: It certainly has been a war between us. It truly speaks to z’e level of hatred z’e fans have for me, when I can come into a company, say a few words each week, and go after someone z’e fans hate, and turn z’em into nearly a fan favorite in just weeks. I feel honored z’at I have made her into somes’ing of a hero. You’re welcome, Amy. Your name means somes’ing now…
Delia reaches down for her knapsack. She pulls out a bottle of water. Unscrewing the cap, she drinks in the chilled water, before the Burn Book catches her eye. She pulls the book out, resting it on her lap. As she opens the book, a gust of wind rustles the pages, causing two pictures to fly against Delia’s chest. She pulls them off, and holds them out to look at them. With a look of disgust coming over her face, she turns them back down to face the next blank page.
Delia: It is time for me to focus on z’ese ladies. It is time for me to give z’eir names some meaning, simply by letting z’ere names leave my lips. It will make z’is match mean somes’ing once again. Forget z’e declared war. Forget z’e Twitter arguments. None of it means a s’ing. What matters is z’at six sided ring, and what we do inside of it…
Delia picks up one of the pictures, turning it over. She smiles and chuckles to herself as she stares at Karina’s face. She reaches into her knapsack, pulling out a purple glue stick and the pink marker. She places the cap of the pen in her mouth, pulling the marker out like unsheathing a sword. She jots Karina’s name on the picture in her usual cutesy lettering. She sets the pen down and then pulls the glue stick from the cap. She runs the pen along the edges of the picture before giving a few dots in the center. Pressing it inside, she looks up from the book.
Delia: Karina… what can I say about you? We have had almost no interaction, os’er z’an when I said z’at you weren’t wors’ z’e Mean Girls trouble. Apparently you did not like hearing z’e trus’ and decided to buddy up wi’s Amy Marshall. Or, maybe it was when Veronica eliminated you from z’e Battle Royal? It is hard to tell, because you have been nos’ing more z’an a screw up. Your trouble is wi’s Veronica, and only wi’s me by association.
Delia feels a single rain drop hit down on her nose. The clouds are moving in, but the downpour still seems to be a way off. She crinkles her nose as she shrugs it off. She pulls her sunglasses off of her face, giving an undistorted view of her surroundings. She looks back down to the book, silently for just a second. Next to the picture of Karina, she marks in bold lettering, “Loser!”
Delia: Karina, you try so hard. You are a tough competitor, z’ere is no doubt z’ere. But z’ere is somes’ing z’at always seems to hold you back. Is it yourself? Is it fear of failure? If you give it your all, and it is not enough, do you feel as if it will prove z’at you, yourself, are not enough? You did somes’ing last week z’at impressed me. You won! Congratulations on getting one up on a Mean Girl. I applaud you for z’at.
Delia genuinely claps her hands together. The hikers that have once again gained her attention look up to her, finding the source of the abrupt sound. She stops and presses her hands down on the book as the wind picks up again. A rain drop falls and lands on the cheek of Karina’s picture like a tear.
Delia: Ohhh, don’t cry darling. Even if it is a tear of joy. You will not have z’e satisfaction of repeating z’is feat on Sunday. When you defeated Veronica, you know as well as anyone z’at if Holly would not have made an error in calculation, hitting Veronica over z’e head wi’s a light bulb, z’e outcome would have been much different. I hate to be z’e bearer of bad news. Z’at doubt inside of your mind right now. Z’e one z’at you refuse to admit to z’e outside world? You are right. You will not defeat z’e Mean Girls. Do yourself a favor, and avoid z’e self pep talk, filling your head wi’s lies to bury z’e trus’. Do not tell yourself z’at you will come to Chaos in Cape Town and run over us wi’s ease, because you won’t, and you know it. Don’t disappoint yourself any more, Karina. Take z’is experience, and grow from it. Fight z’e people who you can beat, like Amy Marshall, or Jessie Salco, or some os’er talentless hag. Use z’em to boost your confidence.
Delia, almost feeling as if she is being generous with her advice, offers a friendly smile toward the picture of Karina. She gently wipes the single drop of rain from the cheek of the picture, giving it a gentle pat before digging her nails into it, distorting the surface as she claws at the cheek. She reaches under the book and pulls out the picture of Amy Marshall. She stares at it intensely as she pulls the pink Sharpie pen out again. She scribes Amy’s name on it before quickly turning it over. She runs the glue stick across one side of the picture before stopping herself.
Delia: Oh, no… I am getting ahead of myself here. I need to savor z’is one. I have been waiting to put her in z’is book for months now… Every word she utters, every look she gives as she hears my name spoken, building upon itself. I want to enjoy z’is one…
Delia takes in a deep breath as she carefully runs the glue stick across the edges. With each corner rounded, she stops, running it backwards to make sure there is plenty of reinforcement to keep the picture delicately in place. After finishing it, she turns it over, tracing the edges of the picture slowly as she soaks it all in. Finally, she pulls her fingers away from the picture, giving a solid view of it.
She just stares at it for a moment, a wide smile on her face. She picks the pen up and writes across the page with various slanderous words. “Whore”, “Ugly”, “Nasty”, “Filthy”, “Dumb”, “Hypocrite” just to name a few. With the page mostly filled with such words, Delia finally stops and takes a deep breath to calm herself down.
Delia: Amy, Amy, Amy… We certainly have done a number on one anos’er over z’e last s’ree months, haven’t we? Twitter Word Wars… I smash your head into a wall and write names on your forehead, you kidnap my friends, and handcuff me to z’e ropes to do z’e same to me. I attack you backstage and cost you z’e Bombshell Roulette Championship, you declare war on me and ship me in a crate to Cape Town… Dare I say, we have had z’e most interesting feud in SCW? It has been epic, to say z’e least.
Delia’s smirk slowly fades from her face as she stares down at the picture in the book. It is almost too coincidental that the clouds begin to form together even more, darkening the scenery just slightly. Delia continues to stare at the book as if it were Amy herself.
Delia: You taunted me, Amy. You started z’is. I would have been perfectly happy to leave you to your ratchet ways, ignoring you just as z’e bookers did. Z’e way z’e fans did. Z’e way z’e os’er Bombshells did. I would have left you to fade out of SCW existence, as you will once I am finished wi’s you. But, you didn’t want z’at, did you? You wanted to prove a point to people. You go on and on about how Veronica and I have no talent, z’at we are stupid, z’at we are a waste of space, and z’at no one cares about us. You are to blame, Amy!
Delia smashes her fist into the picture of Amy, growling in anger as she swings once more. She shakes with the anger before catching herself. She takes a few more deep breaths, calming herself down as she looks away from the picture to help her get over it.
Delia: You were reflecting z’e way you saw yourself, onto us. It took me until now to realize z’is. You know you are wors’less. You know you are nos’ing more z’an a filthy woman, spreading rashes along z’e entirety of z’e Bombshell Roster… If you don’t believe me, ask Karina about z’e petition of z’e ladies who don’t feel safe touching you, lt alone wrestling against you. It exists, and is probably why Karina tossed aside her bitterness toward you to team wi’s you. Z’is way, she doesn’t have to touch you except to tag in and out. Z’at is what hand sanitizer is for.
Delia gazes back out toward the ocean, seeing the bit of clouds coming in from it. The rain is on it’s way now, and there is only a matter of minutes to get to shelter before it hits.
Delia: I am willing to put aside my feelings about your personal hygiene to fight you. I want to prove z’at I am not afraid of your filth. I might take a two hour shower afterward, but believe me when I say, I will not shy away from fighting you. It is personal, Amy. I will fight Karina, but I will maul you, darling. All bets will be off if we find ourselves in z’e ring toges’er. No managers at ringside. No friends to interfere. I will play z’is one clean as a whistle. Z’en, you will have no excuses, Amy. No more. You, me, and everything else disappears until one of us gets our hand raised in victory wi’s our partner.
Delia smirks as the rain slowly begins to fall. She closes the Burn Book and tucks it back into her knapsack. She slings it over her shoulder as she uncrosses her legs. As she gets up, she gives the view one last glance before walking back toward the restaurant. She looks into the camera for one last comment.
Delia: The war will come to an end on Sunday, and you can be sure z’at z’e Mean Girls will be z’e ones standing tall when z’e dust settles. Count on it, hunties… Now just remember, bruises are like make up for z’e face, and you two could use a new shade of eye shadow…
Delia turns her attention back to where she is going, eyes focused on the restaurant as people gather inside to avoid being pelted by the rain. The camera pans out until Delia is little more than a speck wandering across the large rock top. After a moment, the screen begins to go to black.
[*Fade*]
Post by: Amy Marshall on May 23, 2014, 07:35:20 PM
From: Amy Marshall
Date: 12 May
”Meet me at the Asoka Bar. 1PM Tuesday.
Amy
X
Tuesday 13th May 2014
Time: 12:55PM
Asoka Bar
Cape Town
South Africa
The scene opens in the Asoka Bar in Cape Town, South Africa, where we see Amy sitting alone in the corner of the restaurant, as she waits for someone but also eats her lunch. Sitting in front of her is a Wagyu beef burger, mature cheddar, slow roasted plum tomato and hand cut fries and a cocktail drink called Mellow Yellow – which has Sailor Jerry Spiced Rum and passion fruit liqueur shaken with Fresh passion fruit, mango, coconut, pressed apple, vanilla sugar and lime juices.
Sipping on the cocktail, Amy looks out the window behind her for a brief moment to check out the view from the window, before turning back to see Erik Staggs standing before her in jeans and a misfits t-shirt with a sparkling water in hand.
“Bit early to be drinking. Shouldn’t you be focusing on your match or be in the gym?”
Erik said looking at the cocktail and then what was on the plate.
“Why hello Erik… yes I’m fine thanks.”
Amy said sarcastically, as she glares at him before biting into a hand cut fry.
“Uh Sorry… How are you?”
Erik said with some annoyance.
“Just to point out that this is my day off… but I am heading back into the gym first thing tomorrow and for the next week or so. And I’m good thanks.”
Amy said.
“So why did you ask me here?”
Erik asked
“To apologise.”
“Ok…”
Erik looks at Amy a little suspiciously.
“Seriously, I want to apologise. Does it look like I want to seduce you while I’m eating? And sit the hell down.”
Amy demanded, before biting into her burger, as Erik sat down opposite.
“I’m listening.”
Erik said, probably still a little sceptical.
Finishing her mouthful, Amy sipped her drink before speaking.
“Look I am truly sorry for trying it on with you and attempting to make an impossible match, I was just angry at Mark for being a douche bag towards me and I thought I could try something different. Obviously you saw straight through it and at the end of the day I embarrassed myself and I know that you are my boss, but I was hoping we can be friends again?”
Amy said shrugging with a little hope inside her.
"I am not a forgiving person, but I feel as though you've learned our boundaries. I played the game right back, so I feel that we can move past that. Besides, I can understand the frustrations with Mark and his stubbornness."
“Stubbornness… the man was a total prick towards me. Anyway moving on… I am glad we are cool, but you need to lighten up a little when you are out the office, less boss more relaxed.”
Amy suggested.
"I've been on top of things since the Rebellion, because I can't afford to slip up and lose my job. But, I am getting there..."
Erik said with a shrug.
“Yeah post rebellion sucked, but glad you are becoming more your old self, whatever, your old self is.”
Amy smirked a little, before stuffing a couple of fry’s into her mouth.
Erik reaches over to steal a couple from her, smirking as he puts a few in his mouth as well. After chewing and swallowing them, he speaks.
"I like to think of myself as... reinvented. New and improved..."
Amy smiles, as a waitress comes over.
“Is everything ok for you?”
“Yes thank you.”
Amy said with a smile.
“Can I order something?”
Erik asked as he grabbed a menu.
“Sure”
“Can I have Prawns, egg noodles, Asian greens, wok fried vegetables, cashew nuts and mushrooms? Thanks.”
“Certainly sir.”
The waitress smiles and walks off, back to the kitchen to make the order.
“So are you prepared for your match against Delia and Veronica?”
Erik enquired.
“Pretty much… I’m meeting Karina next week for some final preparations and talk tatics.”
Amy said as she leant forward and removed a cushion from behind her back.
“Good, there are so many people wanting you and Karina beat Delia and Veronica.”
“Don’t I know it! But don’t worry Karina and I have got this.”
Erik smiles at Amy’s confidence.
“You better, otherwise we won’t hear the end of it.”
Amy nods.
“Oh god yeah.”
Erik shakes his head at the very thought of The Mean girls winning and the bragging that would come from it.
“Prawns, egg noodles, Asian greens, wok fried vegetables, cashew nuts and mushrooms”
The waitress returns with Erik’s mean in hand.
“Yes.”
The waitress places Erik’s meal down on the table along with knife and fork, as begins to eat it, as Amy continue eating her meal and drinking her cocktail, as the scene soon fades out on them both eating.
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Thursday 15th May 2014
I have just one question for you Veronica. Why do you associate yourself with Delia? I mean aside from the whole I am better than everyone else bullshit you two seem to share. You have the better “wrestling skills” and far better wrestling knowledge and wrestled a whole lot more than Delia. Although doing my research, you have won fuck all in terms of gold just earned a legion of people wanting to kick your head in.
So why hang around her? As I see it you are merely a puppet in her stupid games, although that’s better than riding her coat tails like Angelica and Tessa Flanagan. You see Veronica; you already had the taste of what Delia is truly like, when you were stuck in that box. From what I heard she was really cranky and bitchy, and just imagine what it is going to be like when you get pinned by either Karina or myself. She is going to be even more bitchy and cranky and I can see her dumping your plus size ass, which would be just funny. It would also teach you a lesson of not being a sheep but instead be an individual.
In laymen’s terms – drop those narcissistic morons… you would go further here in SCW than previous companies you have been in.
So this is how things will go down.
Karina and I will enter the ring, we will kick both of your asses, break your noses and knock a few teeth out, we will then either pin you or make you tap and then wave you goodbye as you scamper away like little girls. We will be also ready for any cheap dirty tatics that you might use. Then we will celebrate your defeat.
I hope you got that Veronica because this match isn’t going to be pretty.
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Monday 19th May 2014
Time: 2:30pm
Newspaper House
Cape Town
Cape Times Newspaper
The scene opens on Amy standing outside Newspaper House for the local newspaper Cape Times, as she prepares to meet the sports editor – Ian Smit for a short interview for the newspaper to promote her match but also Chaos In Cape Town Supercard.
Entering into the building through a set of spinning doors, Amy enters into foyer before walking up the reception desk.
“Hi, here to see Ian Smit.”
The lady sitting at the desk gives Amy a funny look mainly because of the hair, but Amy chooses to ignore it, as it’s a regular occurrence.
“Please take a seat, I’ll let him know you are here.”
“Thanks.”
Amy smiles before heading over to the chairs, where she sits down and picks up the latest copy of the Cape Times newspaper and begins to flick through and wait for the sports editor to come.
Several minutes pass and the elevator pings and out steps a middle-aged man wearing black trousers and blue shirt and strides towards the reception desk, where he and the lady share a short conversation and is directed towards where Amy is sitting.
“Hi Amy?”
Amy stands and places the paper onto the table.
“Yes Hi.”
“I’m Ian, the sports editor for the newspaper.”
He said as they share a handshake.
“Nice to meet you.”
“Lets go to my office an we can get this interview started.”
“Sure.”
Ian turns and Amy follows him to the elevators, where they wait for a few moments before the doors open and they step in the lift and it whisks Amy and Ian Smit up to the third floor of the building. Stepping out of the elevator, Amy follows Ian once again and this time towards his office.
Entering the office, Amy notices all the various sports memorabilia from local South African teams to teams across the world including several European soccer teams, American football and baseball teams.
Amy sat down in the nearest chair, as Ian grabbed a pen, a pad, a Dictaphone and some other piece of paper before sitting down himself.
“Sorry about this, I’m not this unorganised. Right…”
Ian presses record on the Dictaphone and then begins his questions.
Name: Amy Marshall
Age: 34
Sport you compete in: Wrestling.
How long have you been doing it? About 6 years.
What company do you work with? Sin City Wrestling.
Tell us about the up and coming show. The up and coming show is called Chaos In Cape Town, the name voted by SCW fans. The show is our Supercard, which is the same as a pay per view.
What is your part on the Supercard? My part is that Karina Koji and myself are opening the show. We are in a tag team match against The Mean girls and basically this is a feud that has been bubbling for the past month and a bit.
What did the mean girls do to anger you and Karina? Basically a lot of bad mouthing, attacking those who shouldn’t be even inside a wrestling ring and just annoying the hell out of us.
Have there been any fights? Plenty. Aside from the bad mouthing from them and myself, they have jumped us backstage and gone as far as interfering in a match of mine, apart from jumping them in a match; I have pretty much embarrassed them.
So how have you been preparing for this match? I’m pretty much going to the gym everyday, and I have been always watching past wrestling tapes of Veronica and Delia. Although Delia hasn’t got many videos, also in a few days I will be meeting up with Karina to talk tatics.
What’s Karina like for a partner? She is a good choice, yes we didn’t see eye to eye for a little while, but we are putting that behind us and focusing on the match and beating the mean girls.
So to the Supercard, how many matches are there and which ones should people watch? There are fourteen matches and honestly everyone should watch all the matches, because we have the best wrestlers in the US.
So when and where can you watch the show? Sunday 25th and you can find the show on our website and watch on there or watch it on TV. Unfortunately not sure which channel its on.
Well thanks Amy and good luck.
Thank you.
Amy smiles and stands to her feet, where she and Ian once again shake hands.
I’ll see you out.
Thanks.
And once again, Amy follows Ian out of the office and into the elevator and into the foyer.
Oh, I forgot to ask. When will this interview be printed?
It should be out tomorrow and online. When I get back to the office, I will write this up and sort out the rest of the sports.
Wow that’s quick.
Indeed.
Then I’ll let you go and start. Again thank you.
No thank you.
Amy smiles at Ian before turning and signing out of the visitor’s book and then leaving the building to get a cab back to the hotel.
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Wednesday 21st May 2014
Robben Island
Cape Town.
The scene opens on Robben Island, where it was once “home” to South Africa’s most famous political prisoners, including Nelson Mandela, and was an integral part of South Africa’s history and still is, as thousands still visit the site. As the camera pans around the site, we see Amy Marshall and Karina Koji standing in the limestone quarry as they listened to the guide.
” This is the famous limestone quarry where the political prisoners worked during the day. The cave is where their tools were stored at the end of each day. The tower at the top was actually a World War II observation tower. The small pile of stones in the middle of the quarry was stacked by ex-prisoners when they visited the island to commemorate their stay. The pile of stones has been preserved in this state since that day.
Feel free to have a look around, but please do not touch or move anything. Thank you.
The guide said in a strong south african accent and no sooner had the guide allowed everyone to head off, this gave Amy and Karina a chance to head to a quieter part of the quarry and talk.
“So why meet here and and no other parts of Cape Town?”
Karina asked.
“Learn some history and talk about the match without any of the mean girls poking their fake noses into to our business.”
Karina smirked a little.
“Good idea. So are you prepared for this match?”
Karina asked.
“I am prepared for anything and everything. How about you?”
Amy asked.
“Da, I am ready for anything as well, except for betrayal.”
Karina looks at Amy.
“Don’t start that shit again. I am not going to abandon you mid match… I hate Delia too much for you to get the accolade of beating her and Veronica or for them to even win the match.”
Amy said looking around, as Karina shook her head in agreement.
“So lets talk tatics… “
Karina suggested.
“Shhh… not here. Wait until we are on the move again.”
Amy said looking around.
“Right ladies and gentlemen, we are moving on.”
And with what Amy and the guide said, the scene soon fades with Amy and Karina heading back to the main tourist party, as they continued the tour around Robben Island and talk tatics in between the guide talking about certain parts of the former prison.
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Thursday 22nd May 2014
Delia have you ever heard of Narcissistic Personality Disorder or NPD for short?
No?
Well it’s a personality disorder in which a person is excessively preoccupied with personal adequacy, power, prestige and vanity and is mentally unable to see the destructive damage they are causing to themselves and to others in the process.
And holy shit… you have it Delia.
You can deny it all you like but I have some of the symptons here, just in case you doubt me.
One; Expects to be recognized as superior and special, without superior accomplishments.
Two; Expects constant attention, admiration and positive reinforcement from others
Three; Believes others envy him/her
Four; Is preoccupied with thoughts and fantasies of great success, enormous attractiveness,
power, intelligence
Five; lacks the ability to empathize with the feelings or desires of others
Six; Is arrogant in attitudes and behavior
And
Seven; Has expectations of special treatment that are unrealistic.
There is treatment for this, but sadly for you its having your ass kicked and your facial features being disfigured. Then the ultimate cure is your fake skinny ass being gone from Sin City permanently.
And then whole of Sin City Wrestling rejoices.
But lets be serious here for a moment…because although this should be a easy match on paper for Karina and I, I believe it’s going to be filled with lots of obstacles like Angelica, Holly and Tessa interfering in the match and you somehow managing to cheat.
Because lets face it, you cheated pretty much through all your Blast from the past tournament matches and I have a pretty good feeling you are going to do it again. And if you do get that win by cheating, I won’t be providing any excuses but instead I will be proving facts and evidence. But if you do win cleanly… then I won’t give any excuses, just excepting the fact that you wrestled “better”.
I also hope that this war ends Sunday night, in fact I am going to make sure it ends Sunday night, there is nothing more annoying than a feud that drags on and on and boring the crap out of us ala Odette vs. Misty.
So good luck Sunday Delia because you are going to need it once Karina and I have finished with you and your botoxed injected dumb friends. I also hope that once Karina and I beat your bony ass, that you are too embarrassed to show your face in SCW.
Post by: Lament Broom on May 23, 2014, 09:35:29 PM
The sound of high heels clacking against hard concert sidewalk in the downtown area of Cape Town. The night sky is illuminated by the street lights in the center as the mean girl trio of Veronica Taylor, Angelica, and Contessa Flannigan. As the three beautiful, and bitchy women walk down the city center, Veronica dressed in a tan dress with nude Christian Dior high heel sandals smirks looking around at everyone looking at her. Saying, to the two other women around her.
Veronica Taylor: Duh, its Veronica Taylor bitches!
Veronica, and the other two share a small giggle as they keep walking. The three women have a stride in their steps as Contessa wearing a green dress, and black Gucci high heels, and Angelica who is dressed in a black dress with black Gucci high heels. Veronica then looks to Tessa saying in her normal tone.
Veronica Taylor: So, Tessa honey were around here is he?
Contessa Flannigan: Last time I checked, while he has been here he has been at this local club further down. I don't know the name though starts with an a I think?
Angelica shakes her head at both of them as they keep talking to themselves.
Angelica: Girl, who are you even talking about not that guy officiating our match right? I mean honey, I don't even know why your standards that low?
Veronica shook her head, before speaking again.
Veronica Taylor: Oh, hush Angie, you act like i am looking for a fat guy. No, honey just the guy in charge of our match against the gothic hooker parade. I mean we are so going to crush them under our heels.
Angelica: Duh, they will pay for what they did! Ugh I can smell them from here gross disgusting cows. But why the ref? We all known he is not good enough for you.
Soon, in what seems out of nowhere a local night club seems to pop out of nowhere. Tessa, then smirks before pointing at it saying, as she sees people entering the club.
Contessa Flannigan: Here it is guys, lets go in.
Jade Lounge & Champagne Bar the name was light up on a sign. It did not start with an A, yet Veronica really did not care as the trio stood in line, and wit the next few minutes were soon in the club. It was quieter than most clubs in LA, and more of a different vibe with people lounging around as opposed to dancing.
Veronica Taylor: Were the hell is the fun in this place?
Angelica: Ugh, seems kind of dull in here they would not know what fun is here if it bit them no wonder a ref be here.
Contessa soon spotted him the referee for the match Jacob Summers, and Tessa soon pokes Veronica in her arm making sure Veronica was focused on her as she said in her Irish accented tone.
Contessa Flannigan: Ye see, he is here. Knock him done honey, these wankers and tossers are hurting my eyes.
Angelica: Not bad girley, for a ref that is.
Veronica smirked as the two stood back as she got herself ready. Making sure everything about her was prefect which it was. However, Veronica being the high maintenance woman she was she spent hours getting ready. Veronica, soon moved forward towards Jacob Summers, who was in a black suit sipping champagne alone, so Veronica soon flashed him flirtatious smile as she sat next to him before saying.
Veronica Taylor: Hey honey, go to say pleasant surprise seeing you here.
Jacob look surprised he knew who Veronica Taylor was, and knew she was probably up to something. However, who was he to refuse the attention of the first class model? Soon turning to her, he said in a low but friendly tone.
Jacob Summers: Veronica? What do I owe the pleasure?
Jacob, before Veronica could speak go the attention of his server and said in a low tone.
Jacob Summers: Can I have a glass of champagne for this lovely lady here.
Server: Sure thing, top shelf?
Jacob Summers: Of Course.
The server went off to get the champagne as Veronica flashed him the same flirtatious smirk as before. As, she began to speak in her same normal tone.
Veronica Taylor: Well, I just came in here trying to find something to do in this town I found this place, and then I found you so I figured I would get to meet you.
Jacob Summers: Jasmine, and Drew told me to be wary of you in the ring. But, you seem nice and friendly surprised you’re not hanging around Delia, and your fellow mean girls? What are they doing?
Veronica smirked, however, before she could answer her server places her drink down on the table as he walks off, Veronica takes a sip before saying.
Veronica Taylor: Oh, there busy on the town somewhere I will find them I am sure. Just, think about it this way thither is gives us time alone to get to know each other better.
Veronica smirked as she moved closer wrapping her arms a bit around Jacob who seemed nervous but allowed it unsure what to do or say. As, Veronica then said to him.
Veronica Taylor: Don’t worry I know I am intimidating but boo your quite handsome, smart, and know how to treat a woman. How, about doing me a little favor?
Jacob Summers: Like what?
Veronica smirked at him before whispering in his ear in a seductive tone.
Jacob Summers: So you want me to help you? I think were done…..
Veronica before he could get the last word out planted a kiss on him smirking sitting on his lap now facing him. It was a last ditch effort in her plan, and it seemed to be working his arms were now wrapped around her body. Smirking at him, she said in a low seductive tone.
Veronica Taylor: Well, seems like you are on board? Well I will talk to you later honey, I got to go find my girls. Just here is my number text me okay?
Veronica soon left giving him a small kiss smirking, before waving to him, leaving with a spring in her step she soon found the other two right outside the night club, as Angelica asked in her normal tone.
Angelica: Seems like things went well honey.
Veronica Taylor: Duh, who can resist?
The girls shares a laugh as they head off to enjoy the rest of the city with their plan in motion.
Scene two
The scene opens up at Campus Bay, were the cameras are greeted by a heavenly view of Veronica Taylor in black bikini and sun glasses. She smirks, as she blows a kiss to the cameras taking photos of her, after that she smirks before bending down slightly low with a photo of Amy Marshall in hand as she looks disgusted to be holding as she begins to speak in an arrogant bitchy tone.
Veronica Taylor: Amy, Amy, Amy you are nothing disgusting little gothic hooker. Ever since I made my epic return to Sin City Wrestling I have done nothing but deal with your jealousy, and envy. I mean hello look at me, then look at you no wonder you are envious of me. Just like you are envious of the other mean girls. Let’s face it, in life you were always the ugly duckling, the loser, the one who envied those like me who have it all. So not only that what do you do you recruit someone else into your little fold someone who is even more hideous than you. Someone who like you is jealous of me, and the mean girls. Oh, and plus size honey are you kidding me? Try again then again if you keep running away from the sun that’s your fault. And number two I am the original founder of the mean girls along with Angelica so yeah not getting kicked out.
Veronica flaunts her body some before laying on the sand smirking at the camera with one hand on her hip, and the other in her long blonde highlighted brown hair. As she looks into the camera again, before returning her attention to the promo at hand.
Veronica Taylor: See Amy, you’re right I been in other places I have not won gold but I created a legacy see what I do to ugly little nobodies is I crush them I make them cry, and I chase them out. See, in SCW I chased out Haley Star who is that you may ask? A fugly masked bitch who became the first victim of the Mean Girls in 2012. So, Amy bring your horrible hooker make up, bring your fugly face, and your lack of sun tan because in this cesspool you are going to experience a total make over and become just another loser. Tonight, we finish what we started, and an individual honey no one is like me get it right.
Veronica then threw the picture of Amy after the photos of her were snapped. After that she stood up this time with a picture of Karina Koji Veronica, then does an arrogant pose sliding her hands down her body as the pictures are snapped, after that she returns to speaking in the same arrogant tone.
Veronica Taylor: Now speaking of losers Karina you are just mad that I oh m geee totally “cheated” to eliminate you? Sorry, not sorry about that. See, I make no bones about the fact I will do whatever it takes to crush lower beings like you, and I do it with ease, style, and class all my own. Yet, unlike Amy who cannot keea her ugly face off television you seem to be quiet scared that we are going humiliate you? Well that is what is going to happen that battle royal will look like child’s play in comparison.
Veronica then does another pose placing her hand on her hip and doing the talk to the hand motion like someone is in her presence she does not like. As, she then turns her attention to the promo with an evil smirk on her face as she begin to speak in the same arrogant tone.
Veronica Taylor: So, ladies and I use that term very loosely. Get ready, because Amy you are right this war will end but not the way you want it. Not the way you, Karina, and the fugly little creatures that support you want it to, no, no. The way this is going to end is the Mean Girls on top were we rightfully belong but don’t be sad after all its only natural for losers like you to worship women like us. So get ready because you are going to be taken out and your fugly faces will be removed from SCW and no you can sit with us.
Veronica blows an arrogant kiss before striking her last pose spreading her arms out like a butterfly dropping the photos. As they fall into the sand of Campus Bay, Veronica wears the same arrogant evil smirk on her face as the scene fades to black.