[Delia Darling]

 Confessions of a Lady Boy,

This one goes out to all my lady boys and girls.  How you doin’…?  Okay, so I owe a lot of people an apology for the other night. I find it very unprofessional to walk out in the middle of an act.  I didn’t mean to disappoint my fans for “Tuck It Tuesday’s” at Pandora’s Box.  I’m obviously more well known for my acts, but I do also wrestle on occasion… What you mean, “What?”  Ever heard of Mean Girls?  Not the movie, but it’s kinda like that.  Yeah, we some grown ass womens out there imitating some Hollywood style teenage girls, except it’s WAAAAYYYY more fabulous.  We are just that awesome.

Okay, so since you bitches don’t follow, let me get this out the way.  Delia Darling… oh yeah, you heard of her I see… Anyway, she is the unspoken “leader” of Mean Girls.  Well, she had some beef with this girl named Liz Smalls… You know her too?  Would you shut up already so I can tell this story?  A-NY-WAYS!  Delia and Liz had this like three week Twitter battle that got real heated, REAL quick, mmmkay?  So, they was throwing shade at each other like “Girl, your face is BUSTED!” and “Honey, you basic!”  It was cute for a minute, but then Liz was like “Well, you had a drinking problem and you fell on the runway because you was drunk, and your ex beat you.” And Delia was like “Well girl, you still got problems with nose candy and I got photographic evidence, darling…”

Uh, yeah… that got real “un-cute” real fast, hunties.  Well, they had a match and Delia won, so Liz basically became our little bitch for the foreseeable future, AKA until Delia gets bored with her.  This is where I come in.  Girl, yes I had a point to this!  Close ya lips and listen… So, I got put on babysitting duty.  I got to babysit an anorexic girl with a certain habit.  Basically, I had to make sure she stayed clean, and I took it upon myself to make her eat a damn cheeseburger while I was at it.  Honey, that was a chore.  But, you know what?  I realized something that night.  Liz Smalls is a human.  She needs guidance.  I can provide that to her.  Even if Delia wants to hate her guts, deep down, I know she feels bad for Liz too.  But, until she admits it, I will take it upon myself to be what Liz needs most… a friend.

So, that’s why I left the club the other night the way I did. I wanted to apologize to you all, and make sure that you understood.  Being someone who has my own past problems, I know what it it like to need help.  You all can continue to hate on Liz, and make your jokes, and gang up on her for being a bitch. That’s cool, I understand. But you better understand that, even though I’m a Mean Girl, I will stick up for Liz… Sorry bout it, hunties…


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We find ourselves in a rather unusual location this afternoon.  The sun sparkles off of the crystal clear waters of the pool.  The birds are singing as they fly by.  It is your typical suburban Las Vegas summer day.  Sitting around the pool are the Mean Girls, Veronica Taylor, Tessa Flannigan, and Holly Wood.  Holly is wearing a light blue bikini, and is done up in full drag, even for the rather casual setting.  Delia and Angelica are swimming around in the pool with Electra Blaze, who is a welcomed addition to the group today.  Veronica has a pair of sunglasses perched upon her face, as does Holly.  Tessa is tapping away at her phone quickly as she is keeping up on Delia’s Twitter account for her.  Something comes up and Tessa stands up from the lounge chair, walking over to the edge of the pool to talk to Delia about it quietly.  This leaves Holly on her own as she sighs and looks over to the cameraman.

Holly:  Veronica is like sooo passed out right now.  She has a habit of doing that at the pool.  It’s like, what is the point of going swimming if you ain’t actually going to swim?

Veronica:  I’m not passed out, Holly.  It is called getting a tan…

Holly:  Well you been so quiet for the last half hour, I didn’t know…

Holly slowly pulls the sunglasses off of her face, closing them up as she sets them down on the little glass table top that is next to her lounger.  She uncrosses her legs and swings them off of the side to look toward Veronica.

Holly:  It’s cool though, girl, cause we got us a match coming up.  We get to represent Mean Girls as we go up against Team Bemma, Ben Jordan and Emma Rose.  We got us a challenge here.

Veronica:  Ummm… not really. I mean, Emma Rose is kind of ratchet, even if Delia says that she’s, like, pretty or whatever…

Holly stares at Veronica for a moment as if she had just stated the most absurd thing ever.  She blinks, letting her long lashes flutter in the wind as she tries to comprehend what she’s just heard, questioning it to the fullest.

Holly:  Girl, are you for serious right now?  That girl is a true Bombshell. She’s even got the title reign to prove it.  She’s had that belt for like over two months.

Veronica:  Yeah, only because I haven’t been given a one on one shot at her.  She has Christian Underwood protecting her.  Maybe that Gabriel guy was right…

Holly:  Okay, so I know that you guys tell me I’m the “Nice” Mean Girl, but you can’t be for real right now.  Girl is a stunner, and you can’t take that away from her.  She’s a model.

Veronica takes her turn in scoffing at this idea.  She pulls her shades off and doesn’t even take the time to fold them or set them down.  She turns her head slightly to look right at Holly.  She is waiting for Holly to signify that she is joking with a laugh or something, but she doesn’t.  Veronica rolls her eyes at Holly before putting her shades back on and leaning back in the chair.

Veronica:  I thought Delia said that we were doing the right thing by joining Hot Stuff International.  I thought we would be getting title shots and recognition, but we’re just carrying their sad little group, along with Andrew Garcia. What has anyone else done lately?

Holly:  What does that got to do with us fighting Ben Jordan and Emma Rose?  Maybe when we win, it will prove that we deserve title shots.

Veronica:  I shouldn’t have to prove it.  I proved it by signing another contract here in SCW.  I proved it by being a first class model and making people come to the shows.  We all have, and yet we get passed over for titles all the time.  This win won’t mean anything either, except that we are the best.

Holly shakes her head and holds a hand up toward Veronica.  Veronica obviously sees this through her sunglasses as she waves it off.  Holly leans back into the lounger and brings her legs back onto it.  She turns back to the camera, feeling as if she is done with the argument.

Holly:  Well, you can forgive Veronica for being a bitch, if you want… but you probably don’t.  She is just mad because she isn’t undefeated like me and Delia.  It’s okay though.  She got her win at Chaos In Cape Town, and she will get another win on Climax Control 87 as well.

Holly’s nice expression fades away a little as a smile creeps upon her face.  She even offers a playful snicker as she makes sure to keep her legs crossed so not to expose her “secrets”.  She begins rubbing tanning oil onto her skin as she talks to the camera.

Holly:  I am a nice Mean Girl, but I am still a Mean Girl.  Do I respect Ben Jordan and Emma Rose?  Yeah, I think they got skills.  Ben Jordan hasn’t exactly done much in SCW, but it usually involves a win when he steps inside of the ring.  And Emma is pretty much undefeated as far as I can tell.  They are good, and they will be a tough challenge.

Holly begins rubbing the oil onto her legs as she sets the bottle down on the table next to her.  She runs her fingers, massaging the oil into her legs softly as she looks up toward the camera.

Holly:  But, them two are so inseparable, it is almost disgusting.  They will be distracted because they will worry about playing kissy face where Veronica and I… *shudders*  no… just no.  Emma is tough, but can she keep her mind off the land down under for long enough to prepare for Veronica?  Can she pull her head out of Ben’s ass long enough to really focus?

Holly flashes another smile to the camera as she hears Veronica chuckling under her breath.  Veronica reaches over across the glass top table between her and Holly, and Holly locks hands with her friend.  However, within seconds, Holly’s mind starts to wander from Emma.

Holly:  But girl?  I have GOT to tell you that I don’t blame you.  If I had the chance to come home to Ben every night… the look in his eyes say he a freak, girl… I would be hooked on the D too.  As a matter of fact, I plan on showing respect to you by not tackling him to the mat during this match.

Holly now smiles sweetly as she sighs, imagining what that could be like.  She tries to snap herself out of it sooner, but it takes a moment for her attention to come back to the camera.  Once it does, she sticks her tongue out, panting a little.

Holly:  Anyway, like I said, I will *try* not to feel up on your man.  But, it is wrestling, and we do find ourselves in some pretty… interesting positions, right?  I mean, say Ben is behind me, his arms locked around my waist for a German Suplex, and I just instinctively grind my hips?  It ain’t no disrespect, girl.  It is just me doing what I do best.  Sorry bout it, hunty.

Holly offers a wink to Emma before looking down to her glistening legs.  She moves them slightly so that the contours of her legs shine.  Holly lets go of Veronica’s hand and looks back to the camera, as if giving Ben a tempting glance.

Holly:  Benny boy… That accent is cute.  But, don’t think I am taking this match lightly.  I plan to win. I plan to make you squirm, and I promise you will be questioning your interests by the end of this match.  It’s okay, it’s not gay if you don’t…

”WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?!?!?!?!”

Holly looks up from the camera as it swings around toward the house.  Standing in the doorway is the Sin of Wrath, Rage.  Everyone goes quiet except Electra who swims to the edge to climb out.  They talk as the camera comes back to Holly.  She blinks in confusion, and then her jaw drops in horror as she realizes what is going on.  After a second, she looks over to the camera to sign off.

Holly:  Looks like I gotta cut it short… um, I’m gonna see you two on Sunday, kay?  Best of luck, because Mean Girls don’t play nice…

Holly quickly gathers her beach towel and ties it around her waist.  She picks up her glasses and puts them on her face, and then tucks the bottle of oil under her arm as she walks off.  Delia is smiling widely as if she knew where they were all along.  Rage and Electra are screaming at each other as the Mean Girls slowly file past them uncomfortably.  Holly moans as she looks Rage up and down, grabbing a handful of his backside, winking as Rage doesn’t know how to react.  Electra is almost as stunned as the scene fades out on Holly dancing her way through the sliding door and inside of Rage’s home.