[Delia Darling]

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Two Weeks Ago

Bitch, bitch, bitch… Blah, blah, blah… Gabe, Gabe, Gabe… Amy, Amy, Amy… Alex Jeffries stares ahead with a blank expression written all over his face.  He slowly blinks and nods his head as the music blares inside of Krave night club in Las Vegas.  A good friend would be doing what Alex was doing, right?  Not slapping the fuck out of a bitch who needs it, because she can’t see that she’s obsessing over a guy who is clearly not worth her time.  Alex looks across the bar, noticing a couple of guys staring over in their direction.  He winks at the one with dark hair and a clean cut mustache, puckering his lips to blow him a kiss.  He locks onto his icy blue eyes that pop more so because of his incredible tan.  Suddenly, Delia’s incessant complaining has completely faded away.  Alex softens his expression as he slides the red straw between his lips, sucking in the beverage in a manner that shows he knows what he’s doing.  The man at the bar ignores his friend completely as he turns to Alex, pushing his crotch forward, showing off the bulge through his tight jeans.  Alex licks at his lips as he starts to fantasize, until…

*Snap snap snap*

Delia:  Um, hello?!  Is she not like a disgusting, fugly slut?

Alex:  Yeah, girl’s got problems. She’s got some kind of obsession with my junk…

Delia:  Right?  Ugh, she’s so basic.

Alex looks to Delia for a second to feign interest before looking back to the bar.  Mr. Crotch pusher is nowhere in sight.  Alex sinks down in his seat as he sees the guy walking over to someone else.  He shakes his head from side to side before sighing and looking back to Delia.

Alex:  Girl, seriously, we’ve been talkin’ bout this for like the last hour. I thought we came here to forget about all of that?  Where is Emersyn anyway?

Alex looks around the club for their friend, spotting her dancing dirty with a few of the guys in the middle of the club.  For those who aren’t familiar with Krave, they would be worried about the guys dancing with her, but Alex knows that he’s the one to look out for inside Krave.  Delia waves her hand as she continues talking.

Delia:  I’m not obsessed wi’s it… I just don’t get it.  Why choose her over me?  Z’at’s like choosing McDonalds over Filet Mignon… Ohhh, I’m going to Tweet z’at one…

Delia pulls her phone out as Alex just groans, running his hands over his forehead and tangling his fingers in his medium length blonde hair.  He glares through his fingers at Delia who is quickly typing away at her phone with a proud smile on her face.  Alex looks down at his empty cup.

Alex:  Oh no, that can’t be goin’ on right now… Do you need another drink yet, Deelz?

Delia waves at him impatiently as he mutters curses at her under her breath.  He starts to walk over to the bar with his glass in hand.  As if on cue, the music switches up to “Born Naked” by RuPaul.  He sets the glass on the bar and notices the men coming around Emersyn more and more, and she’s loving it, reeling them in with her red tank top and hip hugging jeans.  She flips her black hair back, and the confidence seems to draw them in.  It’s like cat nip for gays who are hagless.  Alex even finds himself drawn to the dance floor.  He rushes over to the dance floor as the guitar starts up.  Before the first words are spoken, he is right up next to Emersyn, and it is clear that he’s trying to steal some of her heat with the men.  Emersyn has other ideas as she wraps a leg around him, blushing and laughing as she shows off her rock star attitude.  She flings her hair around, letting it fall down as Alex shows a rare moment, taking control.  He spins her around, bending her over, but she comes back up, resting against his chest as she reels in another one.  The crowd forms around them, closing in as they enjoy their time.  Someone turns Alex around and they begin dancing, all while his backside is firmly pressed against hers.

*Who do you think you are?  We’re telling the truth now, we’re all born naked, and the rest is dra-ag!*

The crowd can’t get close enough to the heat as they move, working up a sweat.  Alex turns back around, spinning Emersyn back to face him.  She whips her hair around, moving her body in a way that would bring any straight man to their knees.  However, Alex matches it, bringing all eyes onto him finally.  Emersyn slowly backs away, giving him a wink, having done her job as the men swarm around him.  She stands to the side, allowing him to finish dancing to the music.  As the song fades out, she pulls him away quickly.  He looks confused as he stares at her.

Alex:  Ems, what are you doing?  I was about to get like five numbers…

Emersyn:  You’re about to get ten number, now luv…  Just follow me.

Alex is still confused, but the prospect of ten phone numbers draws his interest in some.  She drags him back to the table where Delia is.  She grabs onto Delia’s untouched drink, slamming back a gulp, wiping her mouth as she sighs, collapsing into the chair.

Emersyn:  I can’t believe it took me so long to figure out that the best night clubs are the gay clubs…

Alex:  Yeah, cause we ain’t gonna try nothin’ to get in your pants, hun-ty…

Delia:  Yeah, all z’ey do is ditch you in z’e middle of a conversation and go off dancing…

Alex:  Five G’s; Good Gawd Girl Getta Grip… It ain’t like we been talkin’ bout anything other than Amy Marshall and Gabriel Asar… Like it’s that big of a deal when you got that Rupert guy chasing your tail?

Delia rolls her eyes at him, placing a hand in his face as Emersyn chuckles.  Delia looks over to Emersyn and scoffs.  Emersyn purses her lips, trying to hold back her chuckling.  Delia places her other hand in Emersyn’s face before finally succumbing to the humor of the situation.  All three laugh as Alex leans forward and kisses Delia’s palm.

Alex:  Seriously, we can’t sit here all night talkin’ bout shrinky dink, kay?  Seriously, dude’s hung like a tic tac… just sayin’!

Emersyn laughs again loudly, and Delia tries to conduct herself with a sense of demur, however she can’t help but laugh also.  Alex winks as he takes Delia’s drink, finishing it off quickly.

Alex:  Now, Mr. Rupert… Royston… Fellowes… the third?

Alex balls up his fist and makes a muscle, causing a few veins to pop up.  He holds it straight up, and a little to the left, causing Emersyn to howl in delight.  Delia reaches across the table and slaps the hand.  Alex winks again and puts on his best butch boy impression.

Holly:  Oh yerrr!  Smack it again toots, or yerrrrrrr!

Delia: Ha ha! Bitch, you better stop it!  You know I can’t afford to get laugh lines on this beautiful face of mine.

Emersyn:  We need to go out at least every night from here on out.  You guys crack me up.

Emersyn sips out the last little bit on the bottom of the cup as she stands up to fetch another drink.  Delia sighs as Alex slowly lets his arm rest, lying limp on the table.  He looks down to it, contemplating making another Amy Marshall joke, but he can’t bring himself to go back to that topic again.  Instead, he lets his arm fall toward the ground, enjoying the joke to himself.  Delia fiddles with her phone impatiently.

Alex:  He’s not going to call.  He’s not going to text.  You should go out there and dance.  Get yo dirty on with a man you ain’t gonna fall in love with.  Give me some time to regain my sanity after hearing that asshole’s name for an hour straight…

Delia:  Yes, darling… I’m sorry about z’at. And sorry about bringing her up too.

Alex:  Amy?  Girl, I been done heard that for the last three months, so it’s whatever… Now don’t make me carry you out there and throw you in the middle of sweaty, shirtless men who don’t wanna screw you… go on and git!

Delia slides out of her chair, giving Alex a smirk as she quickly spins around to walk to the dance floor.  Just as she is leaving, Emersyn comes back over to the table, carrying three drinks.  She looks to Delia with a wide eyed expression before setting the drinks down on the table.

Emersyn:  How the bloody ‘ell did you get her away from this table?  I tried for an hour before you got here and saved me…

Alex:  I just got lucky I guess. I got things coming up, and I couldn’t sit here all night listening to her.  Not sober, anyway.  I would need about twenty more cocktails for that shit…  I got a match against a disgusting schizophrenic who looks like an ex junkie…

Emersyn:  So you’re facing one of your exes?

Emersyn gives a cheeky grin at Alex who laughs in return.  He nods his head as if agreeing with this as he fiddles with the straw in his glass.

Alex:  That does sum up most of my dating past, but no… Some guy named Vince Peterson.  He might be your type though, hunty.  Greasy hair, unkempt facial hair, track marks on his arms…

Emersyn:  Sod off jackass!  You’re such a bitch.

Alex:  But would you have me any other way?

Alex does a curtsy in his seat, batting his eyelashes as Emersyn reaches across the table and slaps his arm playfully.  Alex holds onto her hand in a friendly manner as he as Alex continues speaking about his upcoming bout.

Alex:  SCW seems to have a prerequisite of hiring people with mental disorders.  This Vince guy for one. Misty was normal and they got rid of her, but then she became obsessed with us, and started getting all crazy and poof, she reappears on the roster.  It’s so stupid…  I almost can’t take it anymore.

Emersyn:  Then don’t.  Refuse to face someone like that if you don’t feel safe doing it.  I mean, it sound like you could get some kind of disease.  I would order SCW to cancel the match. Then you will see that they will stop putting you in such bullshit matches.

Alex:  Yeah, I’m sure they will do just that, sweetheart.  But I’m going to pull a Delia and start making demands. I mean, look how it works out for her.  She got a Number One Contendership to the Bombshells Championship, and people can’t stop talking about her. I’m doing it, I’m gonna demand that they not make me face that Vince guy. Give this ladyboy some respect…

Just then, Delia walks back over, creeping up slowly behind Alex as she listens to him giving her compliments, amidst his complaining.  She takes it with a smile before finally resting her hands on his shoulders, rubbing them hard as she leans down and does her best butch, All-American male impression.

Delia:  Z’at Dell-ya girl is hot stuff, ain’t she?  Almost as hot as your sweet cheeks…

Emersyn laughs at this as Alex brushes it off.  He rolls his eyes as he shrugs Delia’s hands off of his shoulders.  She scoffs at this until Alex pulls her down into his lap where he plants his lips firmly against hers, causing Emersyn to nearly fall out of her chair, laughing.  Delia struggles hard to get away from this, but Alex asserts himself until Delia just goes limp, allowing him to dominate her mouth.
[*Fade*]

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Girl Talk XOXO Session One

”I did just that, too.  I walked up to Mark Ward’s office, I knocked on the door, and I puffed out my chest, looking damn intimidating for a dude in a dress.  I had on my war paint, dressed to the nines, and I was ready to demand that I still get paid for the night of work, and that he should cancel my match for being a risk.  As soon as he opened the door, I looked him straight in the eye, and I said ‘Mr. Ward! I demand that you turn around and let me bounce a quarter off of that ass to test Mr. Underwood’s theory!’ After I realized what came out of my mouth, I turned and walked away to find Mr. Underwood.  I was ready to show that I ain’t some push over who is some token to the Mean Girls.  However, when I got to Mr. Underwood’s office, he and Mr. Staggs was having some true talks, and I didn’t wanna bother them, ya know?

“I’m just too damn considerate sometimes… Maybe Delia was right.  Who am I kidding, she’s always right.  At least in her mind.  But goddamn if she ain’t fabulous and she always dressed to the nines.  When people mistake her for the leader of Mean Girls, I’m the only one who don’t get up in arms about it.  Angelica don’t have a ring presence.  Veronica is too worried about herself to organize a group.  Liz is too green, and love her to death, but she’s no more about the group than Veronica is.  Tessa… hahaha yeah right, and Mercedes is too new to the group.  That leaves me and Delia, and I ain’t got time to deal with some white girl wasted bullshit drama, ya heard?  Plus, I’m obviously too nice.

“But, everyone thinks I stood up for myself two weeks ago. They think I marched up to the bosses and told them what the hell was up.  No, it turns out that Vince had some kind of travel emergency, and I kindly agreed that the match didn’t need to happen. They offered me my appearance fee for travelling there, so nothing looked suspect.  Girl to girl, I trust that you will keep my secret.  Aside from reading some bitches from time to time, they think I’m almost as nice as Katherine Kensington. They don’t think I got a mean bone in my body.  I gotta do something serious to make them believe that I’m just as mean as them… Oh snap, I gotta go.  Thanks for listening. You a real peach and all…”

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”Wild Side”

The classic Lou Reed song silently creeps into our ears as the scene slowly begins to fade in.  Our eyes start to adjust as the music slowly gets louder.  As it progresses, the image becomes more and more clear as we see a glistening image of Holly Wood, a feigned smile spread across her face.  However, despite the ornate frame around the picture, she begins to move.  We quickly notice that it is a reflection in the mirror.  Holly Wood standing firmly in place as she ridicules herself.  She bites at her bottom lip as she adjusts her breast plate through the nude tone dress that hugs onto her luscious curves.  The light catches hints of glitter in the dress.  Once she is happy with the positioning of her fake chest, she fluffs up her wavy blonde locks that are reminiscent of our very own Bombshell Champion, Vixen.  Holly turns slightly, looking over her shoulder and into the mirror, closing one eye as she carefully inspects herself.  Finally she seems satisfied with the product in the mirror.  Stepping back, we find Holly standing in a motel room that looks like it smells of cheap cigarettes, and even cheaper whiskey.  She looks at her surroundings, forcing a smile onto her face as she picks up her purse, flinging it over her shoulders.  She steps to the door and flings it open as she begins walking.

We follow her down the sunset strip.  We see Holly surrounded by every color of the LGBT rainbow, and nobody bats an eyelash at Holly.  The bigger the heels and the bigger the hair, the more respectful nods she gets.  Today, there is a lot of nods headed her way, causing a smile to come across her face.  West Hollywood was the one place she feels at home.  The sun glistens off of her dress as she stops and leans against a wall that has a poster of herself.  She pulls a cigarette out of a pack in her purse.  She lights it, taking a slow drag as she waits patiently.  The music keeps going as she slowly puffs on the cigarette.  It seems like another gay, bright sunshiney day in the world of Holly Wood.  However, just a few seconds later, the electronic beat of “Amazing” by Hi Fashion drowns out Lou Reed, as a pink Corvette pulls up in front of Holly, breaking the relaxing tone of the day.

Angelica:  Hey bitch… get in!

Holly opens her eyes before rolling them.  She pushes herself off of the wall and slowly walks over to the car.  She flings the door open and gets inside, all while holding the cigarette between her lips firmly.  Angelica stares at Holly, blinking slowly before reaching for the cigarette, pulling it from Holly’s mouth.

Angelica:  Seriously, girl?  Oh my gawd, if Delia sees any ash marks in her car, she’s going to be totally pissed.

Before Holly can protest, Tessa leans up from the back seat where she had been lying down.  The wind blows through her hair as she pulls the sparkling sunglasses from over her eyes.

Tessa:  God forbid Delia has a bloody fuckin’ cow over something legitimate, yeah?

Holly:  Five G’s, hunty… Besides, who says she even has to know?

Holly takes the cigarette back from Angelica’s hand and takes a puff.  Tessa licks her lips, but is afraid to ask.  Holly reaches into her purse and pulls out another cigarette before handing it back to a giddy Tessa.  She lights it as Angelica’s mouth is gaped open.  Holly lifts Angelica’s chin, and then turns her head to face forward as a sign to drive.  Holly tumbles into the back seat with Tessa, who giggles and makes room for Holly.

Angelica:  Seriously, you’d rather sit next to the help than to sit next to me?

Holly:  Gurrrrrl… There was somethin’ smellin’ funny up there. It smelled kinda like shit.  You know, it smelled familiar, and now that I think about it…

Holly taps her chin for a second before doing a sarcastic gasp followed by a smile.  She pokes Angelica’s shoulder as she stares back, feigning interest.

Holly: … it’s your attitude!

Tessa laughs loudly before shoving Holly playfully.  Angelica grits her teeth before putting the petal to the metal, speeding off down the road.  Angelica turns down the radio as the wind blows through their hair, making them look even more fabulous than they normally would.  Tessa takes a drag from her cigarette as she looks over to Holly.

Tessa:  So how about yer match? It’s soooo crazy, right?

Holly:  Girl, please… It’s lame is what it is. I should go back up to Erik Staggs’ office and demand that he cancel this match too.

Tessa:  You totally should! You’re such a cheeky bitch, Hollz.

Holly smirks as she takes the last drag from her cigarette before flicking it over the side of the moving car.  Tessa does the same as they move along. Holly nods her head slowly as she brushes a few rogue strands of hair out of her face.

Tessa:  That Jealous Janis girl that keeps trying to talk to me about leaving Mean Girls needs to get shut up so bad right now. I hope you can do that.

Holly:  Girl, Electra ain’t no concern for me. I can’t even touch her.  That’s all on Veronica. I will say that she is in for a rude awakening if she thinks she can mess with us Mean Girls.  I already know that Veronica can handle her own, you know what I’m saying?  She don’t need me to handle this basic bitch.

Tessa and Angelica both nod their heads as Holly preaches.  Tessa leans sideways and places her feet up on Holly’s lap as she gets extra comfortable.  Holly puts her head back, letting the wind blow through her hair until they come to a stoplight.

Tessa:  And that old, weird Darth Vader guy, it’s so tragic…

Holly:  Ohhh, I don’t know about that. I mean when he ain’t wearing the mask shit, he kinda cute.  Even for an older guy…

Angelica:  Ewwwwwuhhhh!  Ga-ross!  You’re sooooo nasty talking like that because he’s so masic.

Holly:  Hunty, that guy is stacked!  He’s almost seven foot tall, muscles every-damn-where, and you know dude’s gotta be hung like an elephant.

Tessa grins as Angelica simply scoffs.  She flips her hair as the light finally changes to green.  She begins driving down the strip, sunglasses covering her eyes and reflecting the orange sunset.

Angelica: I’m going to just play chauffer now, because if I continue to listen to you talk about Horace Fricken Jackson like that, I’m going to throw up…

Tessa:  Angie, don’t act like such a prude. He’s kind of cute, like a daddy type, maybe?

Holly:  Girl, I would climb him like a cat climbs a tree. I don’t mind the daddy types, cause sometimes Mz. Holly Wood needs some corrective spankings and such…

Angelica gags as she pretends to vomit out of the side of the car.  Tessa laughs and slaps the back of Angelica’s seat.  Holly keeps a straight face, letting them both know that she is not joking.  She blinks for a second before continuing.

Holly:  I’m serious. Boy looks like he could wear me out, like I would have to sleep for days after a night.

Tessa:  Yer so bad!  He’s got a wife ye know?

Holly:  She could watch if that’s her thing.  I mean, she gets to watch while I grind on her man on Sunday.  I’m gonna draw him in, show him how it shoulda been done all along.  I’m gonna bring him to his knees and then, at the last second… I’m gonna tell him to “Sashay Away”, and we gonna win against the Jealous Janis and Company, like we always should have been.

Angelica shakes her head, biting at her bottom lip to stop herself from striking back verbally.  Holly blows her a quick kiss as a sarcastic apology before looking back over to Tessa.

Holly:  That’s how Holly does things, ladies.  Reel them in, then chew them up, and spit them out.

Angelica: Spit? That’s not what word on the street says…

Holly: … and you wrong for that, bitch.  But eh-nee-ways!  Ask Connor Murphy how I play.  Ask Ben Jordan.  The Soulless Empire, or whatever the fuck he’s going by this week, will be able to tell you the same thing next Monday.  Veronica will handle Ms. Styles, and I will handle Mr. Jackson. I’m gonna make sure my undefeated streak stays intact just like Ms. Darling’s…  See you Sunday, hunties…

Tessa:  Since when did ye get to be so polite, Ms. Wood?

Tessa giggles as Holly shrugs her shoulders, winking at Tessa from the corner of her eye before smirking confidently as she places her lips to the palm of her hand.  She blows a kiss toward the camera and then waves as “Wild Side” begins playing once more.  We go to a birds eye view as the pink Corvette drives off into the distance.
[*Fade*]