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”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.
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”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.
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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.
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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.
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