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ROXI JOHNSON vs DELIA DARLING
« on: July 06, 2014, 09:53:14 PM »
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ROXI JOHNSON vs DELIA DARLING
« Reply #1 on: July 12, 2014, 07:48:38 PM »
 ISSUE #44 REUNION (PART 1)
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So, I guess I need to apologize to all of you. My actions during the course of last week were...unbecoming. I mean, I was sitting naked in an empty room, almost taking a duck faced selfie. I will never, ever, live that down. Thankfully, I didn't go that far. Now I am free of being drugged, and I think back to normal. No more humping doorknobs for me!

And just in time too. I am so lucky, I get to face Delia. And I won't call her Darling, because her intro clearly says "if you must" which means it's not required. So there. Anyway, Delia has really cut a swath through SCW, though our paths have never crossed, not even socially. Which is weird to me, but I know I'm not up on the latest fashion trends or whatever. I'm simple like that. T-shirt and pants, I'm not out to impress anybody with the way I dress. I'm never going to be a runway model, nor do I aspire to be. My passion, is wrestling, and winning championships. I don't really have the time to worry about clothes or shoes, or anything else trivial like that.

Not that I don't enjoy those things. I like dresses and heels and stuff like that. I don't have a problem dressing up for special occasions or anything. I just find it a bit silly to be obsessed with those kinds of things. Yes, I'm calling Delia obsessed, because she's incredibly materialistic. There's nothing wrong with liking nice, expensive things, but I've always found that the more expensive your tastes are, the less satisfied you are with what you have. I mean, think about it: Guy goes out and buys a Ferrari, and everyone is impressed, and then people get over it, they get used to it, and then even the guy who bought it gets tired of it. Then you go out and buy a new one, or a more expensive one. Why? I'll never understand people like that. But, maybe, just maybe Delia can help me.

I'm thinking about this, and I can only come to a couple of conclusions. Either A) Delia's been like that since birth, and her family is extremely wealthy, which makes sense, or Delia thinks this is still high school. Which is what the movie "mean girls" is about right? High School?

We've all been there, we know what high school is, a popularity contest. Who can have the most friends, or be the most popular, or be the biggest...unpleasant person just because. High school, you have to earn a reputation. You have fit in, you have be somebody. You gotta get your picture in the yearbook! Must be up the latest things. Gotta have a car, must always sit with your friends and make fun of every other person you don't like. You have to make enemies. You must skip classes because you know everything.

Geez, being in high school seems really complicated and petty. Teenagers are silly.


But, eventually, people grow out of that phase, where they stop caring about petty things, because soon, real life hits them. We all have to become adults at some point. I mean, do I still build blanket forts and color, yes. But I am an adult!

The point is, Delia thinks this is high school and we're all beneath her. I get it. But that does not mean that I'm just going to roll over and die because you think you're better than me. A lot of people, over my career, have thought they were better than me, male, female, either or, and usually, they ended up realizing that they are not better than me. They realized that they probably shouldn't run their mouths about me, without really knowing me. Which I guess means I have to do this:

Hello Delia, I'm Roxi Johnson.

Now we have met.

I know you may think I'm not pretty or whatever, and that's okay. I'm not here to win beauty contests. If it were, I'd probably say you'd win easily. If this was a fashion show, I'd say again, you'd probably win easily. If this was a match where the daintiest person wins, that's all you. But this, this is a wrestling match, and that is where we will disagree on who will walk out victorious. I really don't think you can beat me in a wrestling match. Maybe you're dead set on proving me wrong, but until I see it, I'm hard to convince otherwise.

I really don't care about whatever mean things you want to say about me. I'm 'basic" or whatever, Yeah, I can agree to that, I'm basic. Whatever that means. I'm not quite sure if that's supposed to be an insult. If that's what you want to go with I'm sure at some point I will be totally angry that you called me that.

But that won't stop me from beating you at Into the Void.



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{We open with Roxi in her apartment with Keira, both of whom have on dresses and Roxi is putting on a coat as Keira does her makeup in the mirror.}

Roxi –You know, you don’t have to go.

Keira –What’s that supposed to mean?

Roxi –I’m just saying you don’t have to come with me.

Keira –But I want to.

Roxi –Are you sure? I mean, you’re not from around here, I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.

Keira –Or, are you embarrassed to be seen with me?

Roxi –What? No. Of course not.

Keira –Just making sure. I’m your fiancée after all.

Roxi –I’m not trying to get away from you. You know that.

Keira –Then let’s go.

Roxi –Alright. I’m just checking.

Keira –It’s nothing. It sounds like it should be fun.

{Keira finishes with her makeup and goes to kiss Roxi, but Roxi then starts patting her down.}

Keira –What are you doing?

Roxi –Oh, I’m sorry, I’m only just now recovering from my fiancée drugging me!

Keira –I said I was sorry.

Roxi –Sorry? You had me humping doorknobs and giving my bra away. Sorry doesn’t cut it!

Keira –I don’t have any more potions. I promise.

Roxi –Good.  Then let’s go.

Keira –Yes. I can’t wait to see all your old high school friends.

Roxi –I…wouldn’t call them “friends”

Keira –Don’t tell me you were the nerd in high school?

Roxi –I… I wasn’t the most popular.

Keira –Hmm… really? But you’re so nice, and friendly and all that.

Roxi –I had to grow up a little.

Keira –Well, then maybe this is the time to make a fresh start.

Roxi –Maybe you’re right.

Keira –I mean, considering you’re coming with a female fiancée.
Roxi –Funny.




{Cut to later as Roxi and Keira arrive at Roxi’s high school reunion. The ballroom filled with the graduating class of 2004, some of whom Roxi remembers, some of whom she does not. The schools grey and maroon colors adorn the white walls, with fancy artwork and crystal chandeliers above on the elevated ceiling. Roxi and Keira take in the scene.}

Keira –It’s pretty.

Roxi –Yeah, I think so too.

Keira –Are you okay?

Roxi –Sorry, I’m just scoping the area out.

Keira –Rox, take it easy. I really don’t think anything is going to happen.

Roxi –You never know.

Keira –This is why I drugged you. You need to loosen up.

Roxi –Yeah, and you remember what happened after that right?

Keira –Alright, alright, let’s not ruin the night.

{Roxi is approached by a former classmate}

Roxi –Is that you Jeff?

Jeff –Hi Roxi. How…how are you doing?

Roxi –I’m great Jeff, how are you?

Keira –*Ahem*

Roxi –Sorry. Jeff, this is my fiancée, Keira.

Keira –Nice to meet you.

Jeff –Wait, you’re getting married?

Roxi –Yes. Next week in fact.

Jeff –Wow, that’s… that’s awesome. I’m really happy for you.

{Keira puts her arm on Roxi’s shoulder.}

Jeff –The both of you.

Keira –Thanks!

Jeff –Well, I’m going to go grab a drink before they close the bar.

Roxi –Right. See you Jeff.

{Jeff hugs Roxi and walks away. Roxi turns to Keira with an annoyed look on her face.}

Keira –What?

Roxi –What is the matter with you?

Keira –I didn’t do anything.

Roxi –Jeff is a classmate. He wasn’t trying to hit on me.

Keira –You can never be too sure.

{Roxi elbows Keira slightly, before they go and grab their dinner trays. They sit down to eat. Keira seems to eye the crowd suspiciously.}

Roxi –Stop it.

Keira –What?

Roxi –You’re eyeballing everyone like they stole something.

Keira –Am not!

Roxi –Just…eat the…whatever you got there.

Keira –Fish. I’m eating leaner.

{Roxi takes a bite of her chicken, but after swallowing, does not break her stare from off in the distance.}

Keira –I just don’t think that chicken looked all that good.

Roxi –…

{Keria turns towards Roxi, and tries to see what she sees.}

Keira –What? Everything okay?

Roxi –Not. Anymore.

Keira –Why?

Roxi –Heather is here.

Keira –Who’s Heather?

{Roxi’s eyes do not break their gaze from Heather, who is stunningly beautiful with her hair tied back tightly. She’s tall, blonde, and gorgeous. Her dress seems to be the most elegant thing ever. Roxi just looks at her, her gaze getting more and more cold.}

Roxi –That. Is Heather.

Keira –Wow. She’s pretty.

{Roxi turns and instantly folds her arms and scoffs.}

Roxi –Do you think she’ prettier than me?

Keira –What? No. Wait, are you jealous of her?

Roxi –No…

Keira –OOOOkay.

{Roxi does the obligatory thing and stands up to greet Heather.}

Heather –Oh, it’s you, um…Riley right?

Roxi –Roxi.

Heather –Whatever. How’ve you been doing?

Roxi –I…I am literally the most famous person at this event. I’m a pro wrestler.

Heather –Well, almost the most famous.

Keira –Hi, I’m Keira, I’m Roxi’s fiancée.

{Keira sticks her hand out, but Heather sneers at it.}

Heather –No thank you.  I think I know where that hand has been. But I can say it’s not really surprising. Rita here never did have any luck with the boys.

{Roxi grits her teeth and clenches her fists, but Keira quietly restrains her.}

Roxi –I… see. How are you Heather?

Heather –I’m wonderful Rachel.

Roxi –Roxi.

Heather –Whatever. I’m not the head of my research and development team at Hamilton technologies.

Keira –Hamilton Technologies? Wasn’t that the place where that Jenkins guy worked?

Roxi –And died?

Heather –Yes. But legally he might have had high cholesterol, or that being dead might have been a pre-existing condition, and he might have been dead when he hired him.

Roxi –That’s insane!

Heather –He was pretty quiet in his job interview.

Roxi –Okay, seriously? That’s horrible.

Heather –Relax. The employees got an afternoon off.

Roxi –A half a day off?

Heather –Yes, Hamilton tech’s position is if we ease up just because someone dies, it will only encourage others to die.

Roxi –…

Heather –That’s how we operate. We’re like a mighty fawn. We mean business!

Keira –A…Fawn?

Roxi –… I can’t even…

Heather –Anyway, I merely stopped by to see how you little people were doing. Daddy had to remind me that I even knew you people. It looks like you all have come so very, very…well, you know.

{Heather doesn’t bother grabbing any food or anything. She just calmly makes her way around, talking down to every person she encounters. Roxi and Keira just watch as she walks around for a little while.}

Roxi –I really hate her.

Keira –I can see why. I think she killed a guy.

Roxi –No, it’s not just that.

Keira –What?

Roxi –Hamilton tech is a company we watch.

Keira –Oh…How long have we…watched her?

Roxi –A few years. So far they haven’t d –

{Suddenly, there’s a loud explosion and crash and the glass roof has been breached. Giving way to several rappelling armed men. They all land and point their guns at everyone.}

Gunman #1 –On the ground now!

{Roxi and Keira lay next to each other, but take note of one last rope making its way to the floor.}

Keira –So much for a quiet evening.

Roxi –Shhh!

{Roxi observes that sliding down the last rope…is Lady Bedlam.}

Roxi –Oh no…

Keira –Who’s that? Why is she dressed like –

Roxi –Shhh!

{Roxi and Keira observe as the imposter Lady Bedlam begins directing traffic.}

”Lady Bedlam” –That’s her. Get her.

{Roxi sees and hears Heather scream and fight her captors, but a rag over her mouth, quickly ends that. There is the sounds of cars pulling up outside. “Lady Bedlam” opens the main doors of the ballroom.}

”Lady Bedlam” –Thank you ladies and gentlemen, Sorry to interrupt, but can I can’t resist reunions. My boys love getting reacquainted as well. But, we’re done now. Please, enjoy the rest of you night.

{Roxi slowly stands up along with Keira, trying to pull her back down.}

”Lady Bedlam” –Say… don’t I know you from somewhere? Hehehe.

{Keira pulls Roxi back down, not before Roxi eyes one of the cars they file in to. A Black Camaro. Eventually, they’re all out of the building, as Roxi and Keira stand up, look at each other and Roxi starts looking around, trying to piece the puzzle together.}

Keira –What was all that?

Roxi –I don’t know. Let’s makes sure everyone gets out safely.

Keira –Right.

{Keira turns to the crowd of people slowly getting up, as Roxi pulls out her phone, and dials 911.}

Keria – Is everyone okay? No one is shot? No one is seriously hurt, right?

{People begin to answer, as Keira and Roxi lead the group outside to wait on the police.  Roxi continues to look for clues.}

Keira –What are you doing?

Roxi –This was a pro job Keira. We need to get to the roof.

Keira –Well, we can’t do that right now. It’s going to look a little suspicious that two civilians are conducting a crime scene investigation.

Roxi –There has to be something…

{Keira pulls Roxi away, and they file into the car, and Keira drives away. Inside the car, Keira keeps looking at Roxi, who is looking out the window, not paying attention.}

Keira –So?

Roxi –What?

Keira –What do you mean ‘”what”? Any time you feel like filling me in would be good.

Roxi –Fill you in?

Keira –Roxi, a superhero, who just happens to dress just like you do, just kidnapped you’re friend. What is going on?

Roxi –I don’t know Keira.

Keira –Well she seems to know you.

Roxi –A while back I got suspended from the Guild. After that, she appeared. Saved my life once. Another time, she got the drop on me, overpowered me, but she didn’t kill me. I have no idea who she is.

Keira –And?

Roxi –And nothing. That’s really all I know.

Keira –So this imposter just…took your spot? Does the guild know about this?

Roxi –They were tracking her, but she went off the radar, until tonight.

{The scene cuts to Roxi’s apartment, where the two get dressed in their costumes.}

Keira –So what do we do?

Roxi –We’ve got to go back to the ballroom, do an inspection. And check out the roof.

Keira –Somebody went to a lot of trouble to kidnap your friend.

Roxi –She’s not my friend Keira.

Keira –Okay, so, your classmate who is a sociopathic idiot. I can see why you hate her.

Roxi –Let’s just go.

Keira –Fine.

{Roxi and Keira make their way to the ballroom, finding it empty after staking it out and waiting for the police to leave. Roxi and Keira make their way to the roof. Roxi examines the glass roof on one side, Keira on the other.}

Roxi –Breached. This definitely was a pro job.

Keira –Two breaching charges. There’s still residue over here too.

Roxi –So who would want to kidnap Heather?

Keira –Maybe a disgruntled employee?

Roxi –Maybe, I’ll have Vision pull up employee records when we get back.

Keira –But who would have access to breaching charges, and a squad full of mercs.

Roxi –Mercs?

Keira –You said it yourself, this was a pro job. You saw the way this was done. Those weren’t every day goons.

Roxi –Yeah. Alright, let’s check downstairs.

Keira –Roxi?
Roxi –Yes?

Keira –We are going to go after her, right?

Roxi –…

Keira –Right?

Roxi –C’mon, downstairs.

{Roxi leaps through the hole in the roof to the floor below. Keira follows, using the sash to shield her fall. Roxi starts looking around, trying to find anything to help. Keira is still distracted by Roxi’s lack of enthusiasm.}

Keira –Are you still holding a grudge?

Roxi –What?

Keira –Against Heather?

Roxi –No.

Keira –Are you sure?

Roxi –Drop it, Keira.

Keira –Roxi that was over 10 years ago.

Roxi –I said drop it! Now help me look for clues.

Keira –There’s nothing in here but broken glass.

Roxi –Broken glass… wait!

Keira –What?

Roxi –Are there any larger pieces? Do you see any?

Keira –Yeah. This piece of glass is pretty big, and I think it has a footprint on it.

Roxi –What kind of footprint?

Keira –It’s a boot. Bates.

Roxi –Military issue boots.  This is going nowhere.

Keira –Wait, she said something weird. Remember when she said, her boys love getting reacquainted. Did she have guys the last time you fought her?

Roxi –No. She was alone.

Keira –…

{Roxi starts to think for a moment, and then she remembers.}

Roxi –Oh no… Please no…

Keira –What?

Roxi –Keira, we might have a big problem on our hands.

Keira –What kind of problem?

Roxi –I’ll tell you later, let’s just head back and run those employee records and trace this boot print.





{The scene cuts back to Roxi’s apartment, With Roxi on the computer with Vision.}

Roxi –Vision, I need to see if any employees were fired recently from Hamilton tech.

Vision –Anyone in particular?

Roxi –Someone who might have been well off before they worked there.

Vision –I’ll get on it. Anything from the kidnappers?

Roxi –Not yet. Also, find out if anyone at Hamilton drives a black Camaro.

Vision –You got it. You really think it was one of them?

Roxi –Honestly, no. But I really hope I’m wrong.

Vision –Rox, what are you thinking?

Roxi –I think I might know who the kidnapper is, or at least, who the imposter me, is working for. Just…let me know if you find any matches.

Vision –… Sure.

{Roxi gets off the video chat, and turns, only to find that Keira was listening the whole time.}

Keira –I think we need to talk.

Roxi –Listen, Keira, it’s just a hunch, I can’t be certain.

Keira –But you know something and you’re keeping it from me.

Roxi –Because I was hoping that this would never show its ugly head ever again.

Keira –What?

Roxi –*Sigh* The reason I got suspended from the guild, was because of a run-in I had with a man by the name of Harold Peterson.

Keira –Wait, isn’t he dead?

Roxi –I… I fought him, and his army of super soldiers. It almost cost me my life. And… it cost me Claire’s life.

Keira –What?

Roxi –Claire found out of this life. She rushed down to try and help me, there was a fire, and she was buried under a ton of debris. I couldn’t save her. I wanted to, but I couldn’t. The whole building was going to burn down, and me, Dr. Birkin, Peterson and Claire all would have died if I didn’t get Birkin out.
Keira –I’m…. I’m so sorry. But you’re only human…

Roxi –I should have saved her. But, after all the smoke cleared, neither Claire, nor Peterson’s bodies were ever recovered. So, I started searching. I didn’t sleep for days, trying to find something, anything to give me hope that she survived that fire.  That she could still be out there.

Keira –You don’t think that… Claire…

Roxi –Claire had no formal fighting training that I’m aware of. That Lady Bedlam, she’s just as good as you or I.

Keira –So?

Roxi –If nothing comes back on Vision’s end, it’s entirely possible that Peterson is alive, and make have…found another way to get the super soldier formula. Or…at worst, we could be dealing with… a clone.

Keira –A clone? Of you?

Roxi –It’s possible. Peterson is incredibly intelligent. It would explain why she acted like me so much when she saved me.

Keira –So what happens if it is Peterson?

Roxi –His super soldiers are going to be rough. We might need some back up.

Keira –I have to admit, it does make a lot of sense if it is him.

Roxi –Too much sense.

Keira –What do you mean?

Roxi –Peterson has always been under the radar. All the clues seem to be deliberately left for me to find. It’s like he’s doing this on purpose, making sure I know it’s him. And why kidnap Heather?

Keira –Maybe… Hamilton is working on something?

Roxi –Maybe.

{The computer notification comes up, and Vision pops back on the screen.}

Roxi –Please tell me you found something Vision.

Vision –Sorry Rox. I got nothing, none of the employees are rich enough to afford a private army. One does drive a black Camaro, but he’s in the Japan as we speak.

Roxi –*sigh* I was afraid of that.

Vision –Yeah, sorry guys.

Roxi –Can you look up any recent projects that Hamilton may have been working on? Perhaps whoever kidnapped Heather wants something from them.

Vision –I’ll check on it.

Roxi –Thanks.

{Roxi again exits out of the video chat.}

Keira –What do we do now?

Roxi –There’s not much we can. We’ve exhausted all the leads. There’s No former employee who can afford a pro hit job like that. The imposter only went after Heather, no one else, and no money. They knew where she’d be.

Keira –They must have been tracking her for months.

Roxi –Possibly. Someone really wanted Heather.

Keira –But, why?  She’s kinda stupid.

Roxi –I know.

Keira –You’ve really got to let that go.

Roxi –Keira, she made my life hell. She was the popular girl in school, she was the swan. Part of me kind of enjoys the fact that she got kidnapped.

Keira –Seriously?

Roxi –Part. A small part.  It’s not going to stop me from doing what I can to save her.

{Keira shakes her head, but the faint sound of her phone going off. She finds it in her purse, and answers it.}

Keira –Hello?....Oh, hi Jenny….No, we’re both okay…We’re just a little shaken up….Right…Wait, what’s trending?.... It’s on youtube?

Roxi –What?

Keira –Jenny?.... Look,… I’ll call you right back…

{Keira hangs up and turns back to Roxi.}

Roxi –What’s going on?

Keira –Jenny says the people who kidnapped Heather, they’ve posted a video on youtube.

Roxi –That’s weird. The authorities have to be tracking them…

Keira –I don’t know, we should check it out though.

{Searching the latest news sites for the video, Roxi finds it. She clicks on it, and it loads up. The video display is shoddy, and looks like cellphone footage. The men hold Heather, who is now gagged and her wrists bound behind her. She whimpers, but can’t talk. All of the men are masked, and one steps in front of the camera.}

Gunman #1 –Tonight, we took her. If you do not give us what we want, The ballroom will look like a walk in the park, compared to what we do next.

{Suddenly, the imposter Lady Bedlam appears as the camera turns revealing that she was taking the footage. She says nothing, and the video abruptly cuts out.}

Keira –This isn’t good, is it?

Roxi –They’re trying to frame me. All of this keeps coming back to Peterson.

Keira –Okay, that video doesn’t really explain anything. What exactly do they want? Who were they talking to?

Roxi –But they made sure they showed Heather. This has to be directed at Hamilton tech.

Keira –So, do we pay them a visit tomorrow?

Roxi –No.

Keira –No?

Roxi –No, we’re paying Walter Hamilton a visit, tonight. Let’s go.




{Roxi and Keira have tracked Walter to his home in the middle of the night. They sit on his roof.}

Roxi –You have the video on your phone right?

Keira –Yes.

Roxi –Alright, head in, and see what he knows.

Keira –Wait, aren’t you coming?

Roxi –I can’t. The imposter is dressed like me. I don’t want him to freak out

Keira –But I’ve never done this kind of thing before.

Roxi –… Here.

{Roxi reaches into her belt, and pulls out a two-way radio with ear pieces.}

Keira –What’s this for?

Roxi –Just show him the video. If that doesn’t work, I’ll coach you through it.

Keira –Okay.

{Keira puts the piece in her ear.}

Roxi –All set?

Keira –Yeah, I can hear you.

Roxi –Alright, I’m counting on, and…so is Heather.

Keira –I’ll do my best.

{Keira is lowered down, and creaks open the window into Walter’s room. She sees him sleeping, and heads over to wake him up, but he’s able to get the drop on her, and point his gun at her.}

Walter –Who are you? What do you want?

Keira –Information, but if you’re going to shoot, you better not miss.

Walter –What kind of information? Who sent you?

Keira –Don’t you know your daughter has been kidnapped?

Walter –…

Keira –I’m trying to get her back, but I need your help.

Walter –How do you know about that?

Keira –One, it’s all over the news, and two, I’m a superhero. It’s my job to know these things.

Walter –I don’t negotiate with costumed vigilantes.

Keira –*Sigh*

{Keira pulls out her phone, and opens up the video, Walter recoils in horror.}

Walter –Where is she?

Keira –I don’t know, I’m trying to figure this out. I need your help.

Walter –Who were those men? Isn’t that Lady Bedlam, isn’t she on your side?

Keira –As I said, I’m trying to figure this out. Those men kidnapped your daughter, and they’re obviously talking to YOU on this video. What do you have that they want?

Walter –I don’t know, I have many enemies.

{Keira starts getting flustered}

Keira –Listen you old fool, your daughter’s life is as stake. I’m not interesting in any of your other white collar crimes right now.

Walter –We work on many things at Hamilton tech. I have no idea what they want!

Keira –Maybe something your daughter was heading up the project on?

Walter –I can’t be sure.

{Outside Roxi has been listen, and contacts Vision}

Roxi –Vision, I need to know specifically what Heather Hamilton’s department is working on for Hamilton tech.

Vision –On it. Shouldn’t take long …

Keira –Could you at least take a guess?

Walter –It could be anything.

Keira –Do you not care? Why are you protecting your business over your daughter? What is wrong with you?

Walter –I’m not!

{Back outside}

Vision –Rox, I think your hunch… was right.

Roxi –Please don’t tell me they were also working on a version of the super soldier formula…

Vision –The very same.

Roxi –Great. Thanks Vision.

{Roxi pushes in on her earpiece.}

Roxi –Keira.

Keira –What?

Roxi –Forget it, we have what we need.

Keira –Are you sure?

Roxi –Yeah, looks like I was right. Come on, we’re done here.

Keira –Alright.

{Keira looks on with disdain as she leaves Walter.}

Walter –Wait, what’s going on?

Keira –I’m going to try and save your daughter’s life. No thanks to you.

Walter –Bring her back to me.

Keira –You had just better hope I don’t have to come back here. I won’t be so nice, next time.

Roxi –Keira! Let’s go!

{Keira exits out the window, Walter scrambles to the window, but can’t locate where she went.  Walter gets on his phone}


Walter –Someone find out what happened to my daughter! And track down that costumed woman. Both of them!




{Back in Roxi’s apartment Roxi and Keira sit, obviously tired, but Roxi still looks at things at the computer.}

Keira –Coffee?

Roxi –No thanks.

Keira – I am not used to this.

Roxi –You’ll get there. You did pretty well in that interrogation.

Keira – You think so?

Roxi –Sure. You can’t always get info out of people like that. It just happens that way. But you’ll get the hang of it.

{Keira walks into the other room and pours herself coffee.}

Keira – You know, this situation is kind of weird.

Roxi –What do you mean?

Keira – I mean, isn’t Heather pretty similar to Delia?

Roxi –I suppose she is.

{Roxi sits back and thinks on it a minute.}

Keira – Are you…kind of comparing them right now?

Roxi –Yes. Though I suspect Delia is a lot smarter.

Keira – You mean she knows what a fawn is?

Roxi –Yes. That too.

{Keira and Roxi share a chuckle, but Roxi quickly brushes it off as Vision pops back up on the computer screen.}

Roxi –Vision, what have you got?

Vision –Hamilton tech has a warehouse on Lake and 8th.  Warp and Force will join you there.

Roxi –Right, we’re on the way.

Vision –Just be careful.

Roxi –We will.

Vision –I mean it Rox, If this is who we think it is, then you can’t take this personally.

Roxi –I said I’ll be careful.

{Roxi exits out of the video chat and stands up.}

Keira –You going to be okay?

Roxi –I’ll manage. C’mon, let’s go.

Keira –Roxi, seriously, if it is him, don’t do anything crazy.

Roxi –I won’t. Now let’s go.

{Roxi opens the window and shoots her grappling hook and leaps away.}

Keira –Something tells me this isn’t going to end well.

<Hr>

{Roxi and Keira meet Force outside the warehouse.}

Roxi –Hey guys. Long time no see.

Keira –I’m Kat.

Force –What are we looking at?

Roxi –Super Soldiers. At least 6 of them.

{Warp appears from nowhere}

Warp –Actually, 8. Did some recon. But, they are distracted, looking for whatever they’re looking for.

Roxi –Well then, if you guys want the action, we can handle the rescue.

Force –Sounds like a plan to me.

Keira –I like him.

Roxi –Me too. Warp, if you can get us neat the top, we’ll take care of the rest.

Warp –You got it.

{Force kicks in the door, and the others follow him in. The armed soldiers are stunned, and there’s a standoff. Then, there’s clapping as the imposter Lady Bedlam appears on the walkway above.}

”Lady Bedlam” –Well, you made it.  I was beginning to think you wouldn’t show. We already have what we came for, so I figured we’d set a little trap. So, boys, if you wouldn’t mind, I have business to attend to.

Roxi –Where is your boss, Harold Peterson?

”Lady Bedlam” –Peterson? Peterson? Oh … Never heard of him. I think he’s dead though. And I think you killed him.

Roxi –Shut up. You don’t know anything.

”Lady Bedlam” –Maybe I don’t. Why don’t you come explain it to me… boys.

{Force puts up his force field as the bullets fly. Warp grabs Keira and Roxi and warps them to the top of the stairs.}

Roxi –Thanks Warp, we’ve got this.

Warp –Any time.

{Warp warps back down to assist Force, as Roxi and Keira scramble after the imposter. They follow her into an empty room, aside from Heather, still tied up on the ground. The imposter turns around, hands on her hips.}

”Lady Bedlam” –There she is, do your job and rescue her.

Roxi –I’m going to take you down.

”Lady Bedlam” –I don’t think so. It’s not time for us to fight yet.

Roxi –Make the time. Keira, get her out of here.

{Keira starts untying Heather, but heather is strapped with an electric charge that shocks Kiera, and knocks her down, she’s alive, but out of it.}

”Lady Bedlam” –Whoops. That had to hurt. Well, now you have two people to save. And not much time to do it in. I think you might want to get them out of here.

Roxi –This isn’t over.

”Lady Bedlam” –You’re right. But I will chose when the time is right.

Roxi –What do you want from me?

”Lady Bedlam” –To take everything away from you. That’s all. Clock’s ticking hero, do you job.

{Roxi grudgingly starts to help Keira, and disable the electric collar on Heather.}

”Lady Bedlam” –By the way, I hope you two enjoy your wedding.

Roxi –…

{The imposter escapes out the door, as several cars pull up. Soon, Roxi has Keira and Heather safe, as Force and Warp beat all the super soldiers. Keira is stunned, but is recovering.}

Keira –That really hurt.

Roxi –You going to be okay?

Keira –Yeah.

{Roxi walks over to Heather, who has a blanket over her, as the police are beginning to tend to her.}

Roxi –Are you going to be okay Ms. Hamilton?

Heather –I’ll be fine. I’m a Hamilton.  I’m one of the most powerful women in the world. I’m like a great Fawn.

Roxi –I… Whatever.

Heather –My daddy will fix this, and then I’ll make sure that this never happens again.

{Roxi walks away while Heather is still ranting.}




{Roxi and Keira have returned back to Roxi’s apartment, where Roxi is staring out the window. Keira comes up behind her and pats her on the shoulder.}

Keira –You alright?

Roxi –I think so.

Keira –It was a rough night, but we saved the day, right?

Roxi –I suppose. Keira, I’m not going to lie to you, I’m worried now.

Keira –Why? It’s not Peterson is it?

Roxi –She had the exact same type of army as Peterson. She was after the same thing Peterson was. But she’s never heard of him? That’s too much of a coincidence.

Keira –I think you need to relax.

Roxi –No, because what she said… I am worried about our wedding.

Keira –Wait, what?

Roxi –Keira, she knew we were getting married.

Keira –WHAT?!

Roxi –She knows who we are. And we don’t know a thing about her. Maybe we should call the wedding off.

Keira –You’ve already sent out all the invitations. We have everything planned! We can’t just cancel because of what MIGHT happen!

Roxi –Keira, this person knows us, she’s probably watching us right now. I don’t like it.

Keira –Listen, if we back down, she wins. If she tries something, we can handle it, together.

Roxi –I hope you’re right.




I guess Keira was right, Delia, you are a lot like Heather. You both feel entitled to things for no real reason, you both spend way too much time on your hair and makeup and clothes, and you both may not know what exactly a fawn is.

You know, that still bugs me. How do you not know what a fawn is?

That's the most ridiculous thing ever. I don't even know about you crazy upscale ladies anymore. It seems you don't know what things ever are. It's...it's a baby deer for crying out loud! How do you not know this?

But, I guess I shoulder be surprised all this is happening. There are people with "Bad bitch" in their twitter bios who think America is 2014 years old, just because it's 2014. There are "Bad bitches" who confused Mya Angelou with Rosa Parks. I've seen it. Being a "Bad bitch" doesn't make you special, and obviously it doesn't make anyone who claims to be one smart. But what's even worse, is now they're apparently traveling in packs!

Delia, Angelica and Holly Wood. It's a traveling circus of "Bad bitches" I have to tell you, if that's is what makes up a "Bad bitch" these days, I think I'd rather be "basic". I'll never understand it, I'll never get it, so you can waste your breath telling me how "basic" I am or how I'm not model material. That's just fine. Because I don't need to be a "bad bitch" to beat you. I certainly don't need to be a model either.  

All I have to do is get you in the ring, and that's where you are at a severe disadvantage. But I'll have my eyes open for Angelica and Holly is they want to jump in and help you, because well, lets face, you will need help to beat me. You and I both know this. But in the end, I will not bow down simply because you are my opponent. And quite frankly, it's going to take more than you have, and more than you can muster to put me down.

I'm just being nice here. Just telling the truth about the whole situation. At Into the Void, when you step into the ring with me, you will not stop me. You are yet another challenge I have to meet, and overcome. And I've been doing that for a long, long time. You're nothing new Delia.

Actually, come to think about it, you're...kind of "basic" in that respect.


Wow, I already feel dirty for saying that.


Anyway, See you later, kisses!
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”Today is a product of yesterday. Only you can decide what you wish to make for tomorrow.” –Delia, darling if you must


”Delia?! Delia?!”

*SNAP SNAP SNAP*


The Vegas Strip is on fire tonight with sightings of several high profile names.  Hollywood seems to have thrown up all over it with movie stars, directors, and select members of the media industry who blur the lines between film and music.  Every reporter worth their weight in the news industry was out and about, trying to get the latest scoop on anyone they can get their hands on.  Fortunately for the majority of the celebrities, they were wise enough to expect this, and have taken refuge inside of their private party rooms of the clubs, or hosting high class parties in their hotel rooms.  Unfortunately for Delia, darling if you must… her time away from the United States had left her a touch out of the loop.  She has taken the liberty of hosting a night out on the town for the Mean Girls at Club Krave, their favorite hang out.  She steps out of the back of a limousine, wearing a black blouse, a shrouding black veil that is adorned by a black flower in full bloom, and a salmon pink skirt.  Her legs are hugged tightly by black pantyhose, and her feet showing off salmon pink pumps.  She tucks her handbag under her arm as the cameras flash in her face, practically blinding her.  Thankfully, she is wearing her favorite sunglasses.  Looking like a deer in headlights, she stops in her tracks.  Veronica Taylor gets out of the limousine behind her, rolling her eyes as she adjusts her Jackie-O style slinky skirt.

Reporter 1:  Delia?  Delia!?  America wants to know…

Veronica:  No comment, kay?

Veronica waves them off, but it only buys them a few inches of breathing room.  Tessa Flannigan steps out from the limousine decked out in a faux fur jacket that is ankle length, a Pixie’s tank top, and the most slender fitting jeans she could pour herself into, studded all over.  She flips her blonde hair up, and poses for the cameras, soaking it all in with pride.  Alex Jeffries, better known to the SCW Universe as Holly Wood, is wearing a pinstriped suit and a matching fedora, with a white shirt, and a solid black tie.  He extends his hand out to Angelica, helping out the tall, slender brunette.  She is wearing a salmon pink slinky dress that hugs onto her curves, and a white shawl to show just a hint of modesty.  She flashes the red bottoms of her white pumps to the cameras with a sly smirk spread across her face.  Alex then reaches back into the Limousine to help Liz Smalls to step out.  She is wearing a red crop top with the finest designer jeans and some tasteful open toed black shoes to show off her Nails By Liz.  She holds her hands out toward the camera to further promote her line of nail polish.  The cameras flash wildly on the group, however, the attention seems to be dead center on Delia right now.

Reporter 2:  Delia?!  We’ve heard rumors that you are planning to retire from the fashion industry.  Do you confirm or deny this?

Reporter 1:  Can you shed any light on your attempt to sign with a larger wrestling promotion?

Reporter 4:  Liz!  What will be the forth promotion you sign to?

Reporter 3:  There are rumors of a love interest within the local Vegas promotion!  Can you tell us any details?

Reporter 4:  Veronica?!  We have spotted you around town with a tall, frosted blonde man in a black and white striped shirt!  Are you romantically involved with him?

Delia holds her purse over her face as she leads the group through the merciless TMZ grade reporters.  From her experience, these were the worst ones to deal with.  They were ruthless. She finds a fan who pulls on her arm, screaming wildly as they rip the sleeve right off of her blouse.  Something rare happens at this point.  Within the split second that it takes Alex to rip the fan off of her, you can see a look of pure panic upon her face.  The screen comes to a grinding halt.


*Blackness*

Once the above image fades from the screen, we find ourselves wondering what could be lurking behind the shadows.  There is not a single clue given as there is no sound.  After almost a full minute, there is a sound, but it is nothing more than a stifled breath, wavering through the dark abyss.  Such a simple sound conveys so much. Anguish… Sadness… Fear… but, most prevalently, Vulnerability.  That single breath says more words that the owner can muster for the moment.  The silence sets in once more, but the faint rustling of fabric against skin can be heard before a voice comes through the speakers, meek in nature, quite unsure of themselves.

Delia: How did I get here?  Again, I find myself asking z’e same exact question.  I came into z’is world to a librarian named Carissa who had a fondness for “C’s”.  She fell in love wi’s a policeman named Christian Babineaux, in z’e city of Carquefou, and had a daughter named Cordelia.

These words, they are spoken in uncertainty, as if the narrator doesn’t know where she is going.  Her voice is filled with wonder, as if to suggest that she is perhaps unsure of where she is going.

Delia:  Cordelia was such a sweet girl.  She dreamed big, oh how she dreamed big… She inherited z’is from her parents.  If Carissa has her way, she would have been performing Shakespeare in s’eatres across France. And Christian was always meant to be a musician. He had an affinity for z’e piano.  But… he stayed merely a policeman, and she stayed a librarian.

The words become filled with regret toward the end of her last statement before she stops, finding herself teetering on the edge of anger as she speaks.  She takes in a deep breath, offering even the slightest chuckle as she recomposes herself in this darkness.

Delia:  Cordelia wanted to do it all. She wanted to SING! She wanted to ACT! Cordelia wanted to play z’e guitar, piano, clarinet, violin, drums… you name it!  Cordelia had the heart of an artist.  She inherited it from her parents, but what she didn’t inherit was z’e fear to chase z’ose dreams…

She can recall every instance of her lifetime, each time she tried out for the school play, and every talent show she won. She can even remember the orchestra recital that she nailed! And the sheer astonishment stemming from the “would haves” and “could haves” is prevalent in her voice right now.  Her words come to a hushed whisper toward the end as she sighs, allowing the moment to be a fleeting one.

Delia:  â€œStudies, Cordelia! Studies!” She heard z’is every day. What child wants to bury z’emselves in a book?  Children want to run around and pretend to be birds, or some nonsense.  Z’ey do not wish to hear about King Louis and z’e Austrian wench who drove z’e country into z’e ground… even if she was one of z’e first Mean Girls of history…

Delia offers a chuckle as a clicking sound echoes throughout the room.  Accompanying this sound is a soft light that casts its glow upon half of Delia’s body.  We find her in a different manner than usual.  Her brunette hair is tracing down her bare chest, covering anything deemed inappropriate by the Sin City Wrestling prudes in management.  Her make up is at a bare minimum, with next to none on.  The faint light casts but a mere silhouette across the right portion of her face as she stands in nothing but a pair of beige “granny panties”. There is a faint smirk on her face as she tries to get herself back on track.

Delia:  Z’at little girl has z’e potential, and z’e drive to be anys’ing she could dream.  Her parents stifled her creativity, and z’ey made her into somes’ing z’at she was not. But, I was never one to blame my own shortcomings on someone else. Instead, I went out, and chased my dreams. I became better, because I could. Oh, how I was a fearless warrior.  I never played it safe.

Delia looks up toward the ceiling as if reminiscing of these moments.  A joyful smile comes over her as she shows her true vulnerability, even if it is only a passing glimpse of it.  But, just as quickly as it came to be, it passes, and she sighs once more, looking back to the camera.

Delia:  I know exactly where I came from.  Z’at was never z’e question.  And I know where I am now.  I am on top of z’e world in my own way.  I took z’e modeling world by storm, and quickly became a success. My wrestling career has proved to be heading in z’at direction as we speak. Z’ey don’t book Roxi Johnson against just anyone, of course.  But, z’at it for a later time. Right now is about me, as it should be.

She comes into deep thought as she seems to stare past the camera.  Her eyes show a vacancy momentarily as she plots where to go next.  She seems to figure it out as she folds her arms across her chest as if shielding herself more.

Delia:  My point was not z’at I need a reminder of who I was, or who I am now, because I am quite clear on z’at.  I simply wish to know how I went from being sweet, lovely, meek little Cordelia, to being z’e vicious, calculating, fabulous Delia z’at I am today.  Was it my relationship with Guillaume, wi’s all of its ups and downs?  Was it my attempts to stifle my own creativity to become a lawyer or a doctor as my parents had hoped for?  Did I finally decide z’at I no longer wished to please os’er people, and instead come to look after only myself?  We know z’e end result, but where exactly did Cordelia truly fade away?

These looks… in such a vulnerable state in front of the camera, Delia’s normal statuesque demeanor has found itself by the wayside as she looks almost saddened by the thoughts running through her mind.  She takes in a deep breath while contemplating further.  However, the longer she stands in front of the camera, the more comfortable she becomes with letting her thoughts flow freely from her brain, and through her mouth.

Delia:  I have taken a lot of time out of my life to blame Guillaume.  Sure, I have every right to be angry wi’s him.  No man should ever lay a finger on a woman he claims to love. If he is unhappy, he should just leave, no?  I can hear all of my *air quotes* haters… saying ‘Oh, but I bet you deserved it, because you are such a wicked woman…”  I wasn’t always such a bitch… I became one way after Guillaume had left z’e picture.  Is it possible z’at it could be his fault?

Delia thinks it over for a second, tapping her chin in contemplation.  She looks up from the camera, but it seems more of an exaggeration than an actual though, before she looks back at the camera with a much more serious expression written upon her face.

Delia:  No, z’at could not be it.  Granted, what he did was despicable to say z’e least, he doesn’t make my decisions for me. He never has, and he never will.  I s’ink I reached a point where I told little miss Cordelia to grow a back bone and stop letting people walk all over her. I did quite well wi’s z’e transition honestly.  When I first debuted in z’e wrestling world, I wanted to make a statement. Oh, everys’ing was, and still is a statement.

Delia looks right into the camera, as if she were about to impart the funniest story that one could imagine.  She even chuckles lightly as she thinks it over in her head.

Delia:  I debuted last year in New York Divas Wrestling against Miss Evangelista.  I was billed as z’e face of the bout, but I came out and I acted ever so trashy, spitting at z’e audience, raising my middle finger at z’e crowd. I was almost as trashy as Amy Marshall… who can pull it off so much better z’an me.

Delia offers a coy wink, waving as if being friendly to Amy Marshall, before returning to her point.

Delia:  Z’e crowd was not familiar wi’s my style of modeling and acting.  Z’ey could not understand z’at it was an act, a satire of z’e wrestling heels I had seen in oz’er promotions. I had to submit a public apology via Twitter, because I did not want to be hated. I wanted to be liked.  Luckily, z’e fans forgave me and I came out next week in some oz’er innovative costume.  I was disqualified from z’e match because a heel decided to chase me wi’s a chair while z’e referee was knocked down.  Z’en, when z’e referee was coming to his feet, she tossed z’e chair at me and lied down on z’e mat!

Delia all but throws her hands up into the air in a heated anger.  She seems as if she is just seconds away from growling and flipping things over in the room when she tilts her head back and does a hearty chuckle, smiling about it.

Delia:  It was marvelous!  I never claimed to be a great wrestler, but back z’en I was way worse.  But z’is woman was worse z’an even I was! She couldn’t wrestle me to save her life, but she still went on to win z’e World Women’s Championship!  Here I was, working my gorgeous backside off to gain respect, and she just uses her brain to gain championship recognition! Oh, I was so mad, but z’en I got to s’inking.  â€œDelia?  Why don’t you prove you are smarter z’an z’ese oz’er girls? Why must you worry about how people perceive you?”

Delia flashes a bit of a wicked smile before allowing her almost statuesque expression we know and love (to hate).  Just then, another loud noise is heard as a second light flips on, completely illuminating Delia from behind.  However, her face is still somewhat shrouded in shadow, you can see more than just half of it.

Delia:  After failing to interest z’e audience enough, I was kicked out of NYDW before z’e 3rd show back in business.  I was distraught, and I just knew I wasn’t good enough to wrestle anywhere. I went back to modeling, and figured I just didn’t have what it took to be in z’is business.  While many would agree, one woman did not.  Her name is Angelica.  She brought me to a few of z’e SCW shows.  She flattered me ever so much, telling me she admired my modeling work, and how she s’ought I would be z’e perfect Mean Girl. Of course I was reluctant, but we know how z’at winded up.  And now you know how it all began.  Z’at was z’e Dark Side of Delia…

Delia forces a smile onto her face as she is ready to dismiss the camera.  She turns around as she sighs, stifling back tears.  Of course she can’t let anyone see her truly vulnerable so soon after her last debacle with Liz.  She waves her hand back toward the camera as if telling it to go away as it slowly fades to black.

Just seconds later, we come back to find the camera focused on Delia who is standing outside of Club Krave with her face shrouded in fear.  As we fade back to the present, she quickly pushes the look off of her face, waving it off as she goes on a random yelling rant in French toward the fan.  She waves her finger at them while Alex stands between them.  He pulls Delia back before pointing to the fan.

Holly:  Somebody get this idiot outta here, kay?!  Keep them away from her!

Delia’s eyes are on fire as she glares at the person who gave her the opportunity to feel once more.  She is almost thankful, because it was the first time that she had felt alive in what seemed to be years.  As the mixture of expressions shine through like a rapid display of an emotional rainbow, she is quickly coddled by Angelica who walks over to her, wrapping her arms around her.

Angelica:  Oh my gawd! Are you like okay and stuff?  People are so stupid sometimes, like thinking they can do that stuff!

Delia assures her that she is okay with a quick nod.  She watches as the fan is dragged off by a security team, and she turns to walk back toward the club, still in a state of shock.  Tessa hasn’t even noticed the development as she is still busy posing for the cameras, soaking in as much attention as she can get.  Liz comes to check on Delia, running in front of the other Mean Girls, in a rare display of her own humanity.

Liz:  That was like soooo scary, Delia.  If you need to talk about it or something, I would listen. And I don’t do that for many people, so it’s kind of a big deal..

Delia turns to Liz with a bit of a friendly smile on her face.  She shakes her head in the negative, but places a hand on Liz’s shoulder.  She looks back to the others who are preoccupied with the events of the evening before talking directly to Liz.

Delia:  No, darling.  But s’ank you, Liz. You are such a good friend to me…

Delia wraps her arms around Liz, surprising even her as she gives her a giant hug.  Liz gently pats Delia’s back, but looks stunned as she isn’t quite used to this, especially from Delia.  Once Delia breaks the hug, she and Liz walk to the door, surpassing the bouncer, and the lengthy line to get inside.  They disappear inside as the other Mean Girls go to follow her.  Once they are inside, the paparazzi circle in front of our view of the door, snapping photos rapidly as the screen begins to go black.
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”We are lucky. We live life each day, assured that it will not be our last. We throw around ‘YOLO’ as an excuse to do stupid things, but we really never wake up thinking that there will not be a tomorrow. But, the truth is that there just might not be one…” –Delia, darling if you must #NiceGirl


Lily Morris is a young girl, so full of life.  She lives each day to the fullest.  She is far more mature than most people who are five times her age.  She also suffers from Leukemia, and has been given a life expectancy that might allow her and her family one last Christmas together, if everything goes according to plan.  Today, we find her celebrating her 7th birthday.  SCW cameras have caught up with Lily on her special day so that she can plead her case for her biggest wish of all.  What is it?  Well, we could tell you, but why don’t we let her tell you for herself?

The cameras come in to find Lily sitting at a table inside of what appears to be a posh café.  She has just finished eating a small plate of food that looks to have been a pasta of some sort.  She picks up a red cloth napkin and dabs at her face politely before folding it and placing it on her lap.  Her mother speaks from off camera with a light chuckle to her voice.

Mom:  Our little girl has such great manners today. What ever could have happened?

Dad:  It is her special day, and she wants to be a princess. I say we let her.

Mom: I’m sure that the cameras being on her has nothing to do with it, right?

Lily turns around to directly face the camera, making a pouty face as she objects to accusations.  She scoffs at it before softening her expression to show a playful smile underneath it.  She giggles as she looks back to her plate, scooting it to the side.  She gently reaches toward the center of the table, grabbing a piece of melba toast with bruschetta spread over it.  She takes a small bite as she looks over to her parents.

Lily:  I am a proper lady, don’t you know? I am not a princess, I am a world class model for the day, remember?

Dad:  That’s right, how could I forget, Lily Darling…

Lily smiles giddily as her father refers to her by Delia’s stage name.  She giggles as she takes another bite, trying to appear more adult that she actually is.  She quickly finishes the appetizer and then dabs at her face once more.  Suddenly, a voice appears from behind the camera, one that is all too familiar.

Rocky:  Hello… sorry I’m late. I missed dinner apparently?

Ms. Rocky Mountains says in a friendly sort of voice.  However, by the look on Lily’s face, she doesn’t care.  She takes a sip of sparkling water from a wine flute to cleanse her palate before turning to face Rocky who now comes on camera.

Rocky:  Well, hello there Lily.  Happy Birthday!

Lily: Thank you, Ms. Rocky. I’m glad you could attend my party. I am seven years young today, after all.

Rocky:  Oh? I wouldn’t have guessed a day over six and a half. You are looking rather youthful for your age.

Rocky winks toward the camera as Lily gently runs her fingers across her rather smooth face.  She sighs in a very Delia style before waving Rocky off playfully.  She straightens the napkin in her lap before removing a strand of blonde hair from her face.  As she adjusts her seat, we can see that she is wearing a very interestingly abstract pair of sunglasses, much like something Delia herself would wear. We’ve obviously got a Delia fan here.  Rocky pulls a chair over toward the table as she sits down to start her interview.

Rocky:  First of all, I wanted to apologize in advance for Delia being… unable to make it. She had other pressing matters to attend to… for Into the Void III. She said to wish you a Happy Birthday, though!

Lily smiles, obviously not paying attention to the Twitter account she has to follow Delia by.  Her parents, however, are, and the camera picks up some light chit chat between them.

Mom: I can’t believe that stuck up bitch would not only decline to be here, but say things like “I would never go to a child’s birthday party” on social media.

Dad: I would have been okay if she didn’t say she was afraid to “catch” Lily’s illness…

Lily looks over to her parents, but doesn’t hear their conversation.  She smiles, but there is a hint of disappointment in her eyes, despite the fact that she already knew. The reminder was a sting to her, but she quickly covers it up as many adults do.

Lily: It’s alright… She is still gonna beat Roxi Johnson at the show. As long as she can, I will be happy because she’s my favorite.

Rocky:  I do have to admit that being a fan of Delia is an odd choice. Do you mind explaining why she is your favorite SCW Bombshell?

Lily thinks about it for a minute, unsure of exactly how to answer this one.  It isn’t above her level of comprehension as many would expect, but she takes her time so that she can answer intelligently.

Lily:  I liked her a long time before when I first found out I had Leukemia.  The treatment made me real sick, and I lost a lot of my hair. I felt like I wasn’t pretty no more. One day, I was at the doctors office and I found a magazine on the rack for parents, and I saw her.  She was so pretty, and so I asked my mom to read it to me.  She was such a nice girl with her interview, and I just liked her.

Lily smiles when thinking back about this.  She sighs as she looks to Rocky who is waiting for more.  Once she sees that Lily is finished with this question, she has the next one ready.

Rocky: So you’ve been following Delia Darling since her modeling days before she even started wrestling?  Most adults can’t say that!  How long ago did you find out you had Leukemia?

Lily: I was four. Four and a half when I saw Delia on the magazine.  A few months later she was in NYDW and I got to see her being so mean. I cried, but then she said it was an act to show how mean people suck… I mean, how it was not right to do those things. She was so nice after that though. And then she went back to magazine covers.

Once Lily is done answering the question, she looks over to the direction her parents are and she mouths the word “Sorry” to them for saying such a “bad word”.  They chuckle and whisper assurance to her that it was okay just this once.  Lily smiles deviously, knowing she’s just gotten away with this.

Rocky: Then I have to ask you… how did you feel when Delia first appeared in SCW? She did quite a few disgusting things…

Lily taps her chin, still not sure how to answer exactly.  She shrugs her shoulders and then begins speaking again.

Lily:  She did gross stuff like throwing up on the audience and wearing raw fish on her dress, but she still had style. She is so pretty, and I only just got my hair back at the time. I always thought she was the prettiest, and she wore the coolest clothes to the ring. Like the time at Blaze of Glory III when she wore the sparkling dress and came out to “Pyromania”.  Like off of Hunger Games.  She is so smart, I couldn’t help but love her and the other Mean Girls.

Rocky: Far be it from me to judge who you like, and why you like them.  You seem like such an awesome and amazing girl, you know better than I do.  So how do you feel about Mean Girls letting Liz Smalls “sit” with them last week?

Lily looks away from the camera, obviously not thinking too highly of this move.  She looks to her parents for some sort of advice, but she doesn’t seem to get it, so she looks back to Rocky.

Lily:  I hope that Delia can show her how to be a little nicer. Liz is mean to people on Twitter. I like had to mute her because she even made me cry by talking bad about Delia. And she made Delia say some mean things too. I almost stopped watching Delia because of it, but she helped me get through some really sad times of my life. I couldn’t stop being her number one fan.

Rocky tries to hide her feelings of how disgusted she is by Delia’s absence tonight, but it is pretty blatant.  She takes a deep breath and then recomposes herself.  She straightens up her back and then forces a smile onto her face as she looks back to Lily.

Rocky:  She is very lucky to have you as her number one fan, Lily. Will you be attending Into the Void III with the other kids coming with the Make A Wish Foundation?

Lily:  Yeah, they didn’t have any more backstage passes, so we are sitting near the back. But maybe I can meet Delia outside after the show! That would be so awesome!

Lily shakes with excitement as she lets out an exasperated sigh to emphasize her excitement.  She looks around as she hears people clapping their hands together.  Her smile grows even wider as she watches a group of people coming closer from off camera and her she tries her best to control her excitement.  Five men dressed in traditional Italian clothing reminiscent of the 1800’s come over to the table with several employees as they surround the table.  Foregoing the usual Italian rendition of “Happy Birthday”, they begin singing in English.  One raven haired man sets a cup full of ice cream, with a lit candle poking up from the top, right in front of Lily.  He gently pats her head.

”HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! … HAAAAAPPY BIIIIIRTHDAY TOOOOO YOOOOOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR LILY! HAAAAAAAAAPPY BIIIIIIRTHDAYYYY TOOOOOOOO YOOOOOOOOOU!!!”

The raven haired man steps forward, ruffling Lily’s hair as he begins singing in a rather unique sounding voice, much softer and more feminine that one would expect.

Man(?): You belong in z’e zoo… because you smell like a monkey, and you look like one too…

Everyone at the table gasps, and Rocky turns around to stare at the man.  He runs his hands over his slicked back hair, pulling it off to reveal a brown stocking cap, holding hair back.  As they remove the stocking cap, long locks of chestnut hair begins to fall down HER shoulders.  Upon further inspection, it is clearly Delia with a false five o’clock shadow and understated make up.

Mom:  What the fuck…?

Dad:  Carrie!

The dad laughs as he scolds the mom, but he is almost in just as much disbelief as Delia gently reaches for a napkin, removing the paint from her face with it as she smiles down at Lily.  Lily is still awe struck as she can’t even mutter a single word.  Delia rolls her eyes playfully as she flips her hair over her shoulder.

Delia:  Darling, you might want to blow out your candle before it melts your ice cream sundae…  Make a wish ma petit…

Delia smiles as she leans down to Lily’s level.  Lily giggles excitedly as she turns over to the cameras, wondering if this were real.  Rocky gives Delia an almost apologetic look as she smiles.  Delia only acknowledges it with a softened expression of her own for a millisecond before leaning her chin on Lily’s shoulder.

Lily:  Oh em gee! I… I don’t even know what to wish for because this was my biggest wish!  Who knew about this, because this is sooooooo unfair!

Lily begins crying tears of joy as Delia reaches around, gently wiping them away from her cheek.  Lily turns around slightly and wraps her arms around Delia, sobbing into her shoulder.  Delia nearly sheds a tear of her own as she pats Lily’s back.  Her parents are heard sobbing as well as they try to speak on the matter.  Delia finally gives in, lifting her head up toward the ceiling to wipe away a tear before taking in a deep breath.

Delia:  Look here little girl… if you don’t eat z’at ice cream, I will have to break my diet and eat it for you!

Delia scolds her playfully as Lily pulls away, laughing.  Delia takes the napkin and wipes at her cheeks before turning her chair to face the table.  Lily thinks about it for a moment, taking in a deep breath, ready to blow when Delia stops her.

Delia: Wait! I wouldn’t want you to waste a wish on getting to go backstage at Into z’e Void III. We were out of VIP passes, but you will be able to sit wi’s us backstage before and after z’e show.

Lily goes to speak as Delia hands her an envelope.  Lily opens it to find that there is a card.  She glances the card over before opening it to find the three VIP passes.  She screams in excitement as she waves them at the camera, unable to speak.  She calms herself down before turning to face the ice cream once more.  She takes in a deep breath and blows out the candle.  The employees, family, Rocky, and Delia all clap their hands for her.  She pulls the candle out and begins to rapidly scoop away at the caramel sundae.  Delia suddenly looks saddened as she looks down at the ground.

Delia:  Oh dear… I hope you didn’t waste z’at wish.  Could you tell me what it was?

Lily: No!  If I tell you, then it won’t come true. I thought even people from France would know that!

Lily chuckles at her own quip as Delia pokes her tongue out playfully.  Delia sighs and then lowers her eyes down to the ground once more.  Lily takes another bite of ice cream as she takes notice of this.  Lily swallows her bite and then her expression saddens a bit.

Lily: I guess if you reeeeeeeeally wanna know, I could tell you. Meeting you was a good enough wish, and now that I get to sit with you…

Delia:  No, no… it isn’t z’at. I was just wondering if you wished to give me an interview, because z’at totally has to happen when you finish your ice cream… Sorry bout it, Rocky…

Delia flashes another playful smirk over to Rocky.  Rocky looks as if she is about to have a heart attack from Delia’s sudden burst of niceness.  She doesn’t even know how to respond to it, so she simply stands up from her seat, handing the microphone to Lily who completely ignores her ice cream, even as a little trickles down her cheek from her rapid attack on it.  She presses her lips against the microphone, causing her voice to echo through it.

Lily: WELCOME TO SIN CITY WRESTLING! I’M…

Delia gently pulls at the bottom of the microphone, bringing it down just two inches before giving Lily a “thumbs up”. The microphone has ice cream blotted on the top of the black foam, but Lily continues anyway.

Lily: I’m the newest member of SCW’s backstage reporters team, Lily Morris, and I’m here with the best ever Bombshell, Delia… darling if you must!  Hi Delia!

Delia chuckles as Lily shoves the microphone in Delia’s face.  Delia slowly leans back in her chair, trying to maintain her typical nonchalant stature.  She smiles politely as her eyes glance over to the camera.

Delia: Welcome aboard, Lily. How are you z’is evening, darling?

Lily:  I’m fine. It’s my birthday. You’re being awfully nice today. Why?

Delia looks back to Lily who once again shoves the microphone in her face.  Delia adjusts herself on her seat, hovering over the microphone.

Delia:  I believe z’at people should celebrate z’eir lives in z’e best way possible on z’eir birs’day, and I know our youngest, most beautiful backstage interviewer is celebrating her birs’day today, no?

Lily:  I’m seven! What’s your favorite color?

Delia:  I am very fond of pastel blue, but…

Lily:  What’s your favorite food? I like pasta!

Delia can’t help but chuckle as Lily smiles.  Lily holds the microphone just a few inches from Delia’s lips.  Delia calms herself down, trying her best to act professional for this interview.

Delia:  I enjoy pasta as well.  Shrimp Alfredo is my guilty pleasure.  I am also quite fond of Japanese food, sushi to be exact.

Lily: Ew! That’s got raw fish in it and stuff! Please don’t say gross stuff like that, I just got done eating…  Who is your favorite super hero?

This question seems to strike a bit of intrigue in Delia.  Her smile turns a bit sinister as she carefully figures out how to word this answer.  Once she has it figured out, her smile returns to a fake sweet one, all for show.

Delia:  Why, Roxi Johnson, of course… She stands for everys’ing z’at is good, no?  She is nice to people… She saves lives… She pulls cats out of trees, helps old ladies cross z’e road. She is an example of an every day hero. So she is my favorite.

Lily:  But why?  Aren’t you supposed to hate her cause you’re gonna fight her in a little more days than a week from now?

Delia:  Darling, no, no, no… I would simply hate for you to get z’e wrong idea about me. I do not hate anyone.  I just wish z’at people would stop s’inking z’at I am below oz’er women in SCW.  Z’ey say I cannot wrestle, yet I am undefeated. Z’ey say z’at I am stupid, yet I outsmart z’em all.  Z’ey say a lot of s’ings, and I prove z’em wrong.  I hear z’em say z’at I cannot beat Roxi Johnson, and I intend to prove z’em wrong. But z’at does not mean I hate her, darling… Who could hate Roxi?

Lily:  I don’t hate her. I just don’t like her as much as I like you.  She is pretty though.

Delia tilts her head back, unable to remain professional as she laughs.  This isn’t a forced laugh to emphasize sarcasm.  It is a genuine, yet somehow still very catty in its execution, laugh that catches even Lily by surprise.  Delia forgets where she is for a moment as she leans back to the microphone, paying attention to the camera instead.

Delia:  She might be a good wrestler, but she isn’t pretty! Hahaha…  What? HAHA! Where would you get such an outlandish idea as z’at one, darling?  She’s got a face only a mos’er could love!  She’s soooo ugly! I bet at her wedding, she will be wearing a tuxedo!  Pretty?! Haha! Soooo ridiculous...

Delia quickly covers her mouth as she realizes what she’s just done.  She looks from the camera to Lily with an apologetic look on her face. She can read the shocked and appalled expressions on everyone’s face, which only seems to annoy her some.  She slowly pulls her hand away from her mouth, no longer seeming amused by Lily’s “pretty” comment, however, she refuses to apologize.

Delia:  Well, she isn’t… She looks like she’s taken one too many beatings in her day.  If Liz s’ought z’at I had a man jaw, she obviously has never seen Roxi Johnson.  If Roxi didn’t wear any make up, and did not have her bosom enlarged, I would be unsure z’at she was actually a woman.  At least I can say she knows how to properly apply make up…

Lily doesn’t quite know how to respond to this.  She is still star struck by Delia being in front of her, but has grown tired of this interview.  She sighs as she lets the microphone hang in front of Delia’s lips as she continues to speak.

Delia:  Look, I don’t have any real problems wi’s Roxi. She has taken a few weak shots at me on Twitter, claiming I belong in fashion and not z’e ring…

Rocky:  Actually, someone asked her about fashion, and she said that was more up your alley…

Delia:  Did I ASK for your input, Ms. Racky Mountain fake tits?!  No! I do not s’ink I did.  I will ask you kindly to shut your fucking mou’s during my interview, kay thanks?

Mom:  Ex-cuse me?!  Watch your mouth in front of my daughter, please!

Delia:  Yo shut it your mou’s too, lady!  I did not ask for your input, and I kindly ask everyone here to zip it!  Z’is is Lily’s interview wi’s moi!  And she asked for my s’oughts on Roxi Johnson, so…

Delia waves Rocky off in annoyance as she cuts her off with a few exaggerated noises, placing a hand in her face.  She returns her focus to the camera with an intensely focused look on her face.

Delia:  She also said z’at I was jealous… HA! … of Electra Styles because she had z’e Bombshell Championship.  First off, title belts are so ugly… I’ve said it many times, z’ey are impossible to accessorize, and I have no need for somes’ing z’at bulky and tacky… Second, she’s not Electra Blaze, but Electra Styles.  Gross…   Why would I be jealous of her? I have no reason to be jealous of anybody. Look at me! I’m Delia Darling!

Rocky:  She never said that either!  All she said was that she didn’t believe Electra Styles paid you to cost Brandi Shotze the Bombshell Championship!  You’re out of your mind jealous of Electra, and Roxi for that matter!

Rocky is in an uproar over Delia’s actions, and the usually meek interviewer feels for the poor girl.  Lily turns further away so that she isn’t forced to watch Delia showing her true colors for a moment.  Delia notices that Lily is not speaking, and she forcefully rips the microphone out of Lily’s hand and into her own hands, acting as if she were doing Lily a favor.  She then looks over to Rocky with a very angry expression on her face.  She balls up her fist, and barely uses restraint in punching Rocky out in the middle of the restaurant.

Delia:  Look who suddenly has lady balls!  Ms. Rocky Mountains… Do you wish t find yourself s’rough z’e dinner table?  Z’e way I put your friend Pussy Willow s’rough z’e ring post wi’s Le Bitch Bomb?  Keep testing me, bitch, and I will make z’at a reality!

Rocky:  Um, excuse me?  Do you want to get fire?  Do it, because it would do the wrestling world a favor!

Rocky suddenly collects herself as Lily starts to tear up a bit at the sound of the bickering.  Her parents murmur as they rethink their idea to give their daughter her wish, because it has turned out to be something far more than she ever would have imagined.  Delia narrows her eyes as she too, takes notice of Lily’s crying.  She rolls her eyes and then waves her off, returning her focus to the camera, trying to regain her composure.

Delia:  Roxi has done more in z’e ring z’an I have. I admit it. But, it is difficult to do anys’ing in z’e ring when you are given opponents like Amy Marshall, and Karina Koji, and Jessie Salco!  I defeated Odette Ryder! Who else can say z’at?!  Certainly not Ms. Super Hero…  She like, lost to Odette every time z’ey faced one anos’er.  Yet how many championship shots did she get before it actually took?  Like fifty…  I have gotten all of fucking none!  I get put in opening matches at Supercards! I get booked against a basic, ratchet, ugly, nobody who isn’t wor’s z’eir weight in SHIT!

Delia’s eyes flare up as she shakes her fist.  She does a low growl as she slams her fist against the table, causing Lily to jump back in fear.  Though it isn’t Delia’s true intention to upset the poor girl, she certainly has accomplished that, and she is not about to apologize for it either.

Delia:  Roxi Johnson is weak!  She is nos’ing in z’is company.  Mean Girls are everys’ing, and I will prove it when I get inside of z’e ring wi’s her… I will prove z’at she is below me, just as most of z’e women in SCW are. I deserve tough opponents, and just because z’is is my first who is *barely* above mid card status, z’at does not mean I am doomed to fail!  I have proved time and time again exactly why I deserve to have a chance at z’e Bombshell Championship!  I don’t need to fly around wi’s a utility belt to make people take notice of me!  I don’t need to post revealing bikini pictures on Twitter where my breasts are about to pop out of z’e top!  I’M DELIA FUCKING DARLING!  It is MY SHOW!  MINE! MINE! MINE MINE!

Delia is clearly getting angrier by the second as she speaks.  Her tone is drawing attention from the other patrons of the restaurant as Lily gets up from the table.  She walks off camera where she is seen hugging onto her parents as they reassure her.  Ms. Rocky Mountains tries to intervene to help defuse the situation by asking another question, but Delia bats Rocky’s hand away from the microphone, huffing at her in annoyance.  She swings Rocky’s hand away violently as she continues on her rant.

Delia:  I will not FUCKING FAIL at Into z’e Void III.  I refuse to fail, because I have a point to prove.  People like Jessie and Amy openly mock Mean Girls. I can at least respect z’at z’ey are a couple of Jealous Janice’s, instead of mocking me wi’s passive aggressive Tweets about my supposed limitations…  Be a grown woman and come to me wi’s such petty accusations. But, you’re a coward who hides behind a mask to do “good deeds”. Just like you hide behind a man because he tells you z’at you’re pretty.  He beats you, and you let him because you are too weak to fight back, despite having z’e abilities to.  Blame it on whatever you like, bitch but I assure you… you’re just a wor’sless victim who deserved every bit of what you got…

Delia has now calmed down some as she rolls her eyes at the display of concern for Lily.  Delia makes sure to let her voice linger along with the venomous tone in her voice.  She scoffs as she picks the napkin up from the table again, wiping away at her face as she suddenly realizes that she doesn’t look her best for the camera.  She picks up a spoon to check her reflection, but realizes that she can’t get the desired look, so she flings the spoon across the room in anger, scoffing once more.

Delia:  I don’t even know why people like you, Roxi… You’re like so fake nice.  You pretend to be everyone’s friend when you were being a complete bitch a little over a month ago.  I mean, you let Cyrus beat on you to toughen you up.  You let him make you look like a fool.  Being a victim of domestic violence, far be it from me to criticize you for z’at, but you obviously could have stopped him. I mean, you’re built like a man anyway.  You save people for a living, you surely could have knocked his tee’s down his s’roat, no?  You let him speak for you, because you have no spine.  How are we supposed to believe z’at you would save z’e day when you couldn’t even save yourself?  You had to have Electra save you.  I might have said some bad s’ings about her, but at least she can defend herself. You couldn’t even do z’at, because deep down, undernea’s all of your armor and your mask, and your group of masked crusaders… you are just a scared little girl, Roxi!

Delia practically screams this at the camera, startling Lily at the table.  Lily’s dad clears his throat as the middle aged man walks onto the camera.  He goes to speak privately to Delia for a moment, but Delia shoves her hand in his face, silencing him.  Lily stares down at the bowl of melted ice cream as Delia to distract herself as Delia continues.

Delia:  People seem to s’ink z’at I am no real s’reat to you, to z’em, or so anyone, Roxi. I knew z’e tru’s about Odette.  I brought it out of her, and my point was proven at Blaze of Glory. It felt so good to show z’e world Odette’s true colors.  She was green wi’s envy, and I exposed her as a fraud.  I was so proud of myself, but z’at will be nos’ing compared to revealing your true colors, darling… You are yellow, a true coward, and when I put you down on z’e mat for z’e s’ree count, z’e world will see z’at you are not z’eir savior. Z’ey will see z’at I am a real s’reat, and z’ey will stop claiming I am some weakling who can’t fight her own battles. People will see z’at I am z’e one to look at in z’e Bombshell Division!  Not Vixen! Not Odette! Not Electra!  And most certainly not YOU!

Delia gets angrier and angrier as she speaks.  Each name she lists, the venom in her voice seems that much more fatal.  She all but spits on the camera before she gets up.  In a sort of blinded moment, she screams in anger as she flips the table over, causing Lily to almost cry.  She lets out a panicked yelp as the candlestick catches the tablecloth on fire.  Delia takes sharp, rapid breaths as she exhales in hisses.  She seems to be calming herself down as she watches the fire rapidly spread across the table.  Restaurant management rushes over with a fire extinguisher as Lily’s mother and father wrap their arms around her, comforting her.  Delia glares over at Lily, and says in the most callous tone she can possibly muster…

Delia:  Sorry bout it…

Delia pulls a checkbook out of her waiters’ uniform and immediately writes out a check.  She slaps it against the chest of one of the nearby waiters as she storms off of the scene.  Ms. Rocky Mountains pulls out her cell phone as she quickly dials someone, and Lily’s parents stare on in shock and confusion more than anything else.  After a moment, the scene begins slowly go black as we focus in on the pandemonium.
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”It is easy to tell someone that you are there for them, but it is much harder to let your actions say it for you.  Instead of saying that you are there for them, be there.” –Delia, darling if you must



We open up to an outside view of Mountain View Hospital in Las Vegas, Nevada as the morning sun glares down on the Emergency Care entrance.  An ambulance is parked in front of the automatic doors as EMT’s rush a man on a gurney inside.  Just to the left, we see Delia and Alex Jeffries (AKA Holly Wood) walking briskly around the U-shaped walkway.  Delia flings her purse over her shoulder after having retrieved her cell phone.  The light breeze runs through her sky blue sun dress, sending it into a flutter in her wake.  Alex is wearing a black tank top and skinny jeans, his hair a mess, as he quickly follows behind her.  Once they make it to the entrance, Delia doesn’t wait for the doors to open as she nearly rips them open herself, passing through them.  She grunts as she continues to tap away at her phone.  The Twitter addicted Delia is Tweeting her support, however backhanded it might actually be, as she approaches the front desk.  There are a few people standing there, but Delia simply brushes in front of them as she slams her free hand down on the desk.

Delia:  Tessa Flannigan!  Where is she?

The tech at the front desk gives Delia a strange look, not in any mood to deal with her nasty attitude today.  She goes to look back to the person she was just talking with, and this causes Delia to set her phone down on the desk, leaning over it to look the lady in the eye.

Delia:  WHERE IS SHE?!?

Tech:  Ma’am, there is a line of people here, you need to wait your turn.

Delia scoffs at this and rolls her eyes.  She glares at the man standing next to her as she lunges toward him, causing him to back off slightly.  She growls as she turns back to the lady, clearly incensed at being told to wait.

Delia:  I’m Delia Darling, and I do not FUCKING WAIT!  Tell me where she is so we can all move on…

Delia leans forward to inspect the white tag that is hanging from the woman’s blue scrubs.  She squints for emphasis as she reads the name on it.  In the most condescending tone she can muster, she leans back and “kindly” says…

Delia:  Naomi…

Naomi:  BACK OF THE LINE! Or else, I will call security and have you escorted out of here. I understand you want to see your loved one, but so do these kind people…

Delia’s face turns a new shade of red as she clinches her fists together.  She prepares to throw an even bigger fit when Alex quickly approaches her.  He places a hand on her chest from behind as he slowly pulls her away. In an embarrassed tone, he softly mumbles to her…

Alex:  Come on, gurl… Let’s wait our turn.

As she is being pulled away, Delia reaches over and grabs her phone.  She holds it with both hands as she vigorously taps away at it.  After a few moments of her silence, she looks over to Alex and performs one of the most authentic looking fake cries she can muster up.  She rests her face against Alex’s chest as she places a hand on his shoulder.  If he weren’t used to her dramatics, he would also be saddened and ready to comfort his friend. However, that is not the case, as he simply pats her shoulder with little to no enthusiasm at all.

Delia:  Why was I not z’ere for her?  She needed me, and I was so wrapped up in myself for like z’e first time ever…  Ohhh God WHY?!

She sobs into his chest as he rolls his eyes.  He looks around at the people who are watching the spectacle and he apologizes to them all silently.  An elderly woman standing in front of them turns back with saddened eyes.  She speaks just like a sweet grandmother would to her grandchildren.

Woman:  Sweetheart, my son is just now going in for surgery, so if you want to step ahead of me…?

Alex:  Oh no, that won’t be…

Delia:  S’ank you…

Delia brushes past the woman, immediately dropping the act, with little sincerity in her act of appreciation.  She wipes the non existent tears from her eyes in an attempt to keep up the charade, but it fools no one.  Delia stands firmly in front of the lady as she looks at her phone once more.  She taps her foot impatiently as she listens to the people at the desk chattering softly.  She growls out loud as she looks back to Alex, rolling her eyes.

Alex:  Girl, they said she was stabilized.  No need to rush things. We’ll be back there in like five minutes.  See, the line is movin’ already.

Alex points as the person in front of them steps up to the desk.  They lean over to whisper to Naomi the tech, and Delia begins Tweeting again.  Her foot keeps a steady pace as the person reads off their information to Naomi.  As the clicking of the keyboard resonates in Delia’s ears, she grows more and more impatient.  This goes on for about two minutes until the woman places an ID bracelet around the man’s wrist.  He walks off to the seating area as he awaits a doctor.  Delia wastes no time storming up to the desk this time.

Naomi:  Okay, what was your loved one’s name again?

Delia:  Oh my gawd are you serious? It was less than ten minutes ago z’at I told you her name…  And z’ey trust you to check people into a hospital?

Delia says this in the most catty, snarky tone she can muster as she leans over the desk menacingly.  The older woman behind them seems a little bothered by this as she clears her throat.  Naomi stares blankly at Delia, waiting for her to say the name again.  Delia rolls her eyes and grunts as she leans off of the desk.

Delia:  Ugh… Con-tess-a Flan-ni-gan… Would you like me to spell it too?

Naomi:  Actually yes I would…

Naomi returns the snarky attitude as she bobs her head from side to side, giving a proud smirk as she folds her arms on the desk in front of her.  Delia flips her long blonde hair out of her face as she sighs.

Delia: C-O-N-T-E-S-S-A… F-L-A-N-N-I-G-A-N… Not like it was that hard or whatever… can anyone wi’s a s’ird grade education do your job?

Naomi quickly types in the information, all while staring daggers through Delia.  She glances down at the screen with a sigh before pressing a button on the desk next to her.  She looks annoyed with Delia, for good reason as she says in a flat tone…

Naomi:  And you are?

Delia:  Ugh, I’m her emergency contact. I also said Z’AT like ten minutes ago.  Delia Darling?

Naomi:  I had to double check because Delia Fucking Darling wasn’t in our system…

Delia glares at Naomi as she is clearly flustered.  She takes another look at Naomi’s name badge and takes a mental note as a man in a set of white scrubs comes walking through the door.  He is tall with a dirty blonde, lightly feathered hair, a well kempt light mustache, and dashing blue eyes.  Once she rests her gaze upon him, it turns into an instant “Naomi Who?” situation.  She sighs as the man looks to Naomi who simply nods in Delia’s direction.  The man kindly looks to Delia with a friendly smile.

Nurse:  Are you here to see Ms. Flannigan?

Delia simply nods her head with a flirty smile on her face.  She looks him directly in the eyes, losing sight of the objective as Alex joins them.  He looks at the nurse and he bites onto his bottom lip.

Alex:  How YOU doin’?

Delia elbows Alex in the side and giggles before finally letting out a simple answer to the man’s question.

Delia:  Yes.

Nurse:  Okay, right this way then.

The nurse nods his head as he turns around as we catch a faintly flirtatious smile upon his face.  As they slowly start to follow the nurse, both of their eyes rest on his perfectly rounded backside. The kind that has the right amount of firmness and bounce to it.  Alex reaches into his pocket and pulls out a quarter, threatening to flick it at his backside.  Delia’s mouth gapes open in surprise as she immediately slaps Alex’s hand, causing the quarter to drop to the ground.  This causes the nurse to turn his head slightly, and both Alex and Delia straighten up their act, turning away from him.  They come through another set of doors to a round room with several other rooms surrounding it.  There is a nurses station in the center, with phones ringing off the hook, and various beeping noises.  To say it was pure chaos would be an understatement.  They walk around to room 24, and the nurse knocks on the door.  After a second, he pops it open and peeks inside before extending his hand toward the bed.  Delia rushes inside, playing the concerned friend as Alex gives the nurse one last look.  Delia immediately rushes to Tessa’s side, grabbing onto the limp hand of her friend.  She has a breathing tube against her nose, and she is clearly disoriented.  Alex locks eyes with the nurse who simply stares back, looking a little weirded out by it.  Alex walks inside, giving a show to the nurse.

Nurse:  She’s been sleeping off and on since she came out of the coma about an hour ago.  The doctor will give you more information once he makes his rounds.  Let me know if you need anything.

Alex:  Oh, we will…  We will…

Alex nods his head, putting on an almost “butch” voice as he puffs his chest out.  His wanton eyes search the nurse up and down as he flashes a forced smile, closing the door as he leaves the room hurriedly.  Alex rolls his eyes as he walks over next to the bed.

Alex:  All male nurses are gay. It’s like a fact, so maybe you could keep your eyes off my man, thanks?

Delia:  Ugh!  We’re not here to flirt wi’s z’e hot male nurse.  We’re here to give our dear, dear Tessa our support… Besides, z’is is not Nurse Jackie, so you don’t know z’at…

Alex:  Well, I did see Edie Falco banging some dude in the med closet, so…

Delia rolls her eyes as she gently rubs the top of Tessa’s hand.  She whispers in French, making it nearly impossible to decipher what she is saying, but there is a genuine sincerity in it.  She begins singing softly in French as she leans down next to Tessa’s ear.  Alex looks genuinely afraid of seeing Tessa like this, but he approaches the bed anyway.  He gently brushes some of Tessa’s mussed hair from her face.  This is one of few times where people wouldn’t be able to deny that she looked a bit like a sleeping angel.  Tessa’s emerald eyes slowly flutter open in a weak manner.  Delia gasps as she leans up just a bit to look at her friend.

Delia: Oh my gawd, darling… I am so… so sorry.

Tessa:  Hmm? What… am I… I doing here?

Delia looks deeply saddened as she continues to caress Tessa’s hand.  She looks away from Tessa for just a second before looking back into her eyes.

Delia:  Honey, you’re depressed.  You had a lot to drink last night, like, too much.  A neighbor heard a loud thud and called management.  Z’ey found you unconscious on z’e floor.  What happened?

Tessa:  I… I don’t know.  I saw ye picking on that Staggs boy and I started drinking.  And then Michael wouldn’t talk to me, and Liz…

Tessa begins crying again, clearly still drunk and disoriented.  The heart monitor picks up pace, but nothing dangerous.  She tilts her head back as her already smeared mascara begins to run more.  Delia reaches to the bedside and grabs a tissue to clean it up as she gives her a reassuring moan.  Alex leans down and gives Tessa a hug which Tessa returns with her free arm.

Alex:  Girl you should have called me… You know I would be there.

Delia:  I was free as well and after Erik Staggs threatened me, I got off of Twitter.  Darling, never hesitate to call me.

Tessa:  Yeah?  So ye and Liz can tell me to fall in line?  Yeah, I don’t think that would have helped matters much…

Tessa’s tears halt as she looks angrily toward Delia.  You can tell that this genuinely bothers Delia, as she looks away with a hurt expression.  She continues to stroke Tessa’s hand as this doesn’t deter her from showing support.

Delia:  We’re sisters, Tess.  We had tensions fly last week and s’ings have not been z’e same since.  I know I have been short wi’s you, but don’t s’ink z’at I do not care for you and your well being…

Tessa:  Before that, ye was still treating me like shite.  The only time I ever had a break from it was when ye was using Liz to do the dirty work.  I deserve better than that, Delia.

Delia nods her head, taking the shots for what they are.  She stops rubbing Tessa’s hand, but doesn’t let it go.  With each deeper and harder shot that Tessa dishes out, Delia only nods that much more.  At the end, Delia even lets a tear roll down her cheek.  She takes a deep breath as she talks from the heart.

Delia:  I know z’is now, darling… I really do.  All I can do is try my best to fix z’is situation.  I need to help you to realize z’at words are just words.  I wear my heart on my sleeve, and I can’t help but to say s’ings z’at I don’t truly mean.  Liz is z’e same way.  Sometimes we feed into each os’er and we say hurtful s’ings.  Believe me when I say z’at we bo’s love you like a real sister.  Like, z’e kind z’at talk to each os’er, not z’e ones who grew up hating each os’er and secretly wish z’e os’er would just disappear…

While Delia is trying to speak from the heart, it comes across a bit calloused at the end.  Tessa rolls her eyes as Alex chuckles under his breath.  Delia is so wrapped up in her own words right now, she doesn’t even notice.  Finally, Tessa cuts her off.

Tessa:  Things have got to change, Delia.  I don’t mind helping out where I can, booking flights, organizing yer schedule book, but… like, get yer own damn water!  Stand up to Liz and tell her that she’s got to stop being a prat to me. Things happened between me and Sebastien, and that’s her fault for letting go of a good man.  She’s lucky to have him back.  But, it is not me fault.  But, instead, ye dance around the topic and let her treat me like a bloody dog… It… has… to… stop!

Tessa’s words are firm as the tears line her eyelids.  Delia takes in a deep breath and sighs it out slowly.  Alex seems a little uncomfortable still, but he maintains his supportive stance next to Tessa.  Delia sees this, and decides to remain strong.

Delia:  I understand what you are saying, darling. I really do. I will try my hardest to never make you feel excluded or underappreciated.  I wanted Mean Girls to grow and become somes’ing z’at people would have no choice but to stand up and take notice of.  We’ve done z’at, and Liz’s personality, while it is unpredictable, helps us to do z’at.  We have so many big persnoalities here, it is hard for me sort z’em all out sometimes.

Tessa:  Then why are ye the leader?  If ye can’t handle the job, let Angelica do it.

Tessa wipes away the tears from her eyes as she looks to Delia, making sure her point was driven home.  Her words sting at Delia as we expect the brash model to react in a similarly catty tone.  However, Delia simply shrugs her shoulders.

Delia:  I’m not the leader.  I don’t understand why everyone s’inks I am. I mean, I guess I am a dominant personality, but no one leads.  We are all fabulous. Never forget it, eis’er…

Delia stares deep into Tessa’s eyes, smiling as she does her best to convince Tessa that this is true.  Tessa chuckles through her tears before quickly nodding her head.  Before she can speak, Angelica and Veronica come into the room with the hot male nurse leading them there.  Angelica rushes right up to Tessa with shock still written all over her face.

Angelica:  Oh my gawd, Tessa?  Don’t ever scare us like this again, kay?

Her tone expresses anger, but it is immediately dismissed as Angelica bumps Alex out of the way to wrap her arms around Tessa, bringing her in for a hug.  Veronica is on her phone talking softly, but is kind enough to give Tessa a friendly wave as she walks over to the corner.

Veronica:  Jacob…?  You know I’m hanging around my friends right now… oh my gawd…

Angelica:  You should have called me, Tess.  Do you need anything like water or a snack or something?

Angelica plays mother hen as she strokes her fingers through Tessa’s messy hair.  Or perhaps she is just trying not to be seen next to someone in such a poor state of appearance.  Either way, she begins shuffling around in her pockets for money.

Tessa:  A Pepsi would be nice right now. I need me some caffeine I think.

Angelica doesn’t even look at Alex, but she immediately shoves a few dollar bills into his chest, waiting for him to accept them.  He takes objection to this and stomps his foot.

Alex:  Girl, what do I look like, your bit…

Angelica turns and gives him an evil eye, warning him not to finish that word.  She then tilts her head toward Tessa and then rolls her eyes.

Angelica:  It’s for Tessa. Just do it, kay?

Delia:  Yes, and see where Liz is right now, would you?  We all need to get toges’er to show Tessa our support.

Tessa:  No, I don’t want her here!  She’s the reason I’m here and…

Delia:  Tess, come now. She feels wretched about z’e whole situation and she actually wants to apologize to you.  At least allow her to humble herself that much, won’t you?

Tessa has a grimace upon her face.  She stares at Delia who simply bats her eyelashes with a sickeningly sweet smile.  Tessa tries to resist it, but eventually a sly smile comes across her face.  She brushes a few loose strands of hair from her face as she tries to look nonchalant.

Tessa:  I guess I could let her go out of her way to beg for my forgiveness, yeah?  I mean we would get to see her grovel at me feet, so it would be worth hearing that annoying voice of hers…

Tessa chuckles at her quip as the others politely join in.  Alex walks over to the door, opening it to find the vending machines when he runs right into the nurse.  The nurse seems surprised to see him standing there, as Alex bats his eyelashes playfully at the man.

Alex:  We gotta stop bumping into each other… or bump a little more closely…

Nurse:  Do you have a moment to discuss your friend’s condition?

The nurse quickly changes the subject, making sure to show a bit of annoyance at Alex’s flirting while still remaining professional.  Alex nods his head as they leave out of the room.  Meanwhile, Veronica ends her phone call as she rolls her eyes.  She slides her phone back into her purse as she walks over and sits at the foot of Tessa’s bed, patting her foot for comfort.

Veronica:  Alcohol poisoning is so twenty years ago, Tess, like seriously. If you needed your sisters, you could have called the one who cares most about you…

Veronica practically sneers at the others as she says this, but she plays it off calmly as she pulls out a bottle of hand sanitizer, rubbing it on her now dirty hands.  Tessa goes to speak, but Delia overrides her.

Delia:  Don’t worry, we’re all here for you now, aren’t we?  We’re like such great friends, and so supportive.  I almost don’t know why we call ourselves Mean Girls since we’re so nice and stuff…

Angelica:  Ugh! Like sooo nice! People are just stupid…

Veronica:  Like they don’t realize that we’re being nice enough to tell them how ugly they are so that they can try to be better.  So stupid…

Tessa:  Ugh, soooooo stupid, right?

They all nod their heads, sharing a moment of bonding.  However, this is followed by an awkward silence as they each wander off to a different thought.  Angelica pulls out a nail file as Veronica checks her phone again.  Tessa sinks back into the bed as Delia looks around for something to talk about.  Suddenly, Alex comes back into the room with an arm full of snacks and drinks.  He begins handing them out carefully, even though they are obviously the same thing for everyone.

Alex:  Here’s one for… you Tess, and one for you, Angelica… and Veronica…. And one for Delia…

Alex smirks as he looks down to the last item in his hands, turning around a package of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups where there are numbers written in black lettering on the front.  Delia stares at it for a second before her eyes go wide.

Alex:  And two for me… Looks like that male nurse was gay, and I’ve got a date tomorrow night.

Delia:  You bitch!  Sooo not fair!

Delia slams her package of Reese’s down to the ground in defeat as she crosses her arms across her chest.  Alex saunters over to the chair next to Tessa’s bed and he sits down as he slowly unwraps the candy.  Delia rolls her eyes, despite the smirk on her face.  Just then, Liz Smalls bursts through the door, looking worried.

Liz:  Oh my gawd, sorry I’m so late… How is she though?

Liz and Tessa lock eyes, and the tension could immediately be cut with a knife.  If we hadn’t added it in during the editing of this, you would likely be left to imagine the most epic of classical music playing in the background for this showdown.  Unfortunately for you, this tender moment is reserved for the people who sit with the Mean Girls, so we’ve been kindly dismissed…
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”Words are meaningless until you back them up with action.  As it pertains to an apology, sometimes the words are not enough.  Sometimes, you have to make sure that the person on the receiving end of it sees it as you want them to see it. ” –Delia, darling if you must



The interior to Table 34 is sleek and modern, from the abstract ceiling lighting to the modest wall décor.  While it is brightly lit, the restaurant is bathed in an almost intimate shade of beige that makes it feel as if you were sitting down to a candle lit dinner, even at just half past noon.  It feels as if you are stepping into a friend’s dining room, should your friend have many tables, and excellent taste in wall art.  Not to mention an affinity for mirrors.  Just east of the Las Vegas Strip, Table 34 is a weekday lunch break haven for those who seek out a relaxing atmosphere to spend the hour.  Normally it is bustling with businessmen, or small time entertainers who need a break from the busy strip, but today is uncharacteristically empty.  A few servers stand around at the bar area, joking around and laughing as a young redhead comes walking in through the doors.  He looks tired and in a hurry as he flings a serving apron around his waist, quickly tying it.  He stops at one of the mirrors and checks his hair before the empty state of the restaurant sinks in.  He turns around to look at his coworkers who are busy doing absolutely nothing, and he shoots them a confused look.

Tim:  Hey, what’s going on in here?  Did one of you guys set off another stink bomb in the bathroom and scare everyone away?

Tim offers a chuckle, and is surprised when his coworkers shoot him an almost solemn expression.  He shrugs his shoulders as he walks up to them, waiting for an explanation.  They nonchalantly gesture toward a table that is just around the corner, and Tim narrows his eyes in confusion.  He walks over to the hand washing station behind the bar, ready to get to work as his coworkers begin laughing again.

Worker 1:  Looks like little Timmy’s got a sugar mama…

Tim:  Oh screw off, guys! I told you that me and Liz are just friends.

Tim dries off his hands on a paper towel, disposing of it as he readies his order pad and a pen.  The coworkers laugh again as Tim heads over to round the corner.  As he does, he immediately ducks behind it, looking as if he’s just seen a ghost.  He walks over to the coworkers, as one pretends to act busy as the Head Chef peeks out of the kitchen.  The other one places a hand on Tim’s shoulders.

Worker 2:  Dude, that chick rented out the entire restaurant and insisted that you serve her.  She’s been waitin’ since an hour ago when you was supposed to start.  If it wasn’t for the money that chick paid for a private party of one, Wes was gonna have your ass…

Tim sighs in relief at the fact that he’s not in as much trouble as he was expecting to be, but he can’t help biting his bottom lip as he stares back toward the corner.  His coworker nudges him back in that direction as he hesitantly walks toward the table.  As we round the corner, we see that Delia is sitting with a menu in her hand, patiently waiting as she reads the menu from front to back for the seventh consecutive time.  Her hair is pulled up, flowing down the right side of her head in a platinum fountain.  Her make up is flawless as usual, though understated for what it normally is.  She is wearing a sparkling black dress with silver threading to match her silver Nails By Liz pedicure, and matching open toed strapped shoes.  Her dark, almost menacing brown eyes glance up from the menu, which conceals the smirk she has as she watches him timidly approach her.  She folds the menu closed and narrows her eyes ever so slightly at him.

Delia:  Timothy… so nice of you to show up today. I was beginning to s’ink z’at Elizabeth tipped you off.

Tim:  No, but I reeeeally wish she had, haha…

Tim laughs nervously as if he were cursing Liz in his mind.  Delia blinks her eyes, visually tearing down his sarcasm and his defenses all at once.  After a second of scrutiny, she tilts her head back and politely chuckles.  She reaches into her purse and pulls out a small package of Advil Extra Strength, and she slides them across the table toward Tim.

Delia:  Just in case z’e hangover isn’t completely gone…

Tim:  Yeah… I slept it off yesterday, but thanks… Ummm, why?

Delia:  Why, what?

Delia acts as if she is clueless as to what he could be alluding to as she opens the menu again.  Her eyes never leave his as she smiles, doing her best to act genuinely sweet.  Tim crosses his arms in front of himself politely as he stares at Delia, doing his own calculations of Delia, though his rather open mind doesn’t let him pick her apart nearly as bad as she had with him.

Tim:  Why are you here?  That would be a good place to start.

Delia:  Why, I came to have lunch.  Why else would I be here?

Tim:  Haha, no… I mean, like… Why did you choose this restaurant, rent it out, and request me as your server.  Did you feel like rubbing more of my history in my face, all at my expense?  Because I could use another night on the town on your tab…

Tim smiles, gaining a bit of backbone in front of Delia.  This immediately doesn’t set well with her as she purses her lips, holding back from getting snarky with the youngster.  She takes a deep breath through her nostrils and then relaxes herself.

Delia:  I cannot condone underage drinking.  Z’at is z’he only part I am upset about in regards to Monday night.  You can crack all z’e jokes you want, because I deserve it.  I was terrible in my s’ree mistakes of retweeting your history from Wikipedia…

Tim:  It’s kind of funny that you bring that up, because Wikipedia doesn’t have a retweet function.  You might have fooled some people, but I’m young enough to know the in’s and out’s of social media and electronics.

Delia waves him off, knowing that she’s been caught.  She doesn’t even put in the effort to try making up another lie as she looks annoyed.  She looks down to the menu for a second as her face and general posture conveys her annoyance.

Delia:  I will start off wi’s z’e Buffalo Fried Shrimp and Creamy Cole Slaw, s’ank you…

Tim smirks as he jots down her order quickly and turns to walk away.  He walks around the corner to put in her order.  Delia rolls her eyes and she pulls out her phone as she disappears.  Liz Small’s picture comes up on the screen as she begins to text Liz.  We can’t see what it is that she is saying, but if her face is any indication, it is likely nothing good.  Tim comes back with a pitcher of water and he gently pours Delia some water before turning to disappear.  Delia quickly hides her phone and looks up to Tim.

Delia:  What is your soup of z’e day, darling?  Please tell he it is dairy free. I’m already having z’e slaw and I shouldn’t overdo it wi’s z’e calories…

Tim:  Why not?  You could use bigger jugs anyway…

Delia glares at him as he smiles politely.  She stares a hole through him as she slowly blinks, biting onto her tongue.  She folds her hands in front of her as she looks up at him, daring him to say something else.

Tim:  Sorry, I’m normally a much better salesman.  It is Broccoli Cheddar.

Delia:  No… I will pass on z’e soup.  I will have z’e chicken salad wi’s field greens, sun dried tomatoes, and toasted pine nuts… but, I do wish you would sit down.  I don’t bite, darling.

Tim:  Well, I should get your order in so that you can eat and leave. I know how precious your time is, and I would hate to waste too much of it.

Delia:  Tell me something… Are you afraid to accept an apology from me because you think it will upset your fas’er or Misty?  You can be honest… I just want to know why you insist on hurting my feelings is all.

Delia puts on a sad face.  If Tim truly knew her, he would see right through it and know she was full of it, but since he doesn’t, he buys into it.  His blue eyes fill with a bit of sadness as he looks down at the pitcher of water in his hands.  This is all of the answers that Delia needs as she clasps her hands together on top of the menu.

Delia:  You know, everyone s’inks z’at Liz is a terrible person… but when you were in need of a friend, she flew from San Francisco to comfort you and to show you a good time.  While her mes’ods were questionable, she had good intentions.  People can be wrong about os’er people, you know?  It is up to us to be z’e judge, not os’ers…

There is a facetious tone in Delia’s voice as she drives this point home.  Tim nods his head, thinking it over.  He sets the pitcher of water down on the edge of the table. He pulls out a chair that is directly across from Delia, and he takes a seat.

Tim:  I know… I try not to judge people just off of what others say.  I had a good reason to be mad at you and Angelica, though.  The stuff you said was really fricken hurtful.

Delia:  I didn’t s’ink about z’at at z’e time, but I saw it once your uncle brought it up.  I really shouldn’t have said z’ose s’ings.  Your great uncle and I have a history of sorts, and I suppose I let it blind me to z’e fact z’at you are not just a way to hurt him. You are a person. A young, smart, handso… nice person…

Delia chuckles at her own blunder.  Despite the obvious dig there, Tim doesn’t seem phased by it.  He just nods his head, taking the compliments for what they are before slowly looking back up to Delia.  She straightens up her posture and puts on her fake nice mask.

Tim:  I get that. I know he can be hard to handle sometimes, but I just didn’t see why you jumped right to personally attacking me.  I never did anything to you. Liz attacks everyone, so I shrugged that off. But you brought up my family life, and that’s a lot to deal with. Especially with my dad away right now, I don’t have anyone to talk to about it.

Delia:  Well, I am here now, darling.  You can always talk to me.  I just wanted you to know z’at I am truly sorry for what I said to you on Twitter.  I don’t want you to have z’e same impression everyone else has now, darling…

Tim:  We would be here like all day if I went to talk about that. It’s okay though, I worked off some steam last night.

Delia sighs and reaches across the table for Tim’s hand.  Once he offers back, Delia seems to have second thoughts.  She simply taps the back of his hand twice before retracting her hand.  She nods her head and smiles sweetly.

Delia:  No, it wasn’t okay.  Z’at was a mistake I made. I can’t explain to you why I made z’is mistake, but it is too late to take it back. I can only apologize for being idiotic. I honestly have no idea what I was s’inking, darling… I was being a dreadful bitch.

Tim:  I guess we all have that in us sometimes.  Even though it is kinda weird that you felt like you had to rent out my entire section for the afternoon just to apologize to me, I appreciate what you’re trying to do.

Delia:  I just knew your mos’ers would never allow me to come to you any os’er way. I mean, people on Twitter s’ink z’at I am mean, and I have to maintain my reputation, so I couldn’t apologize publicly. I felt z’is was far more personal…

Tim nods his head even as he doesn’t seem convinces of Delia’s words.  She senses this and tilts her head slightly to the side in a questioning manner as Tim takes in a deep breath.  He hesitates before speaking, deciding to look directly into her eyes.

Tim:  Why do you need people to think that you’re this cliché of a bitchy, self-obsessed model?  I’ve always thought that people should try their hardest to look their best when you are in a spotlight. My dad told me that anyway…

Delia flashes Tim an expression that silently begs the question “are you kidding?”  She rolls her eyes as she returns them down to the menu.  Despite her obvious annoyance, however, her words do not show it.

Delia:  Your dad is a wise man, Timos’y…  I don’t honestly know, but I like people s’inking of me as z’e bitch.  Nobody ever paid attention to me when I was z’e nice girl, so why not let z’em hate me?

Tim:  Because, you shouldn’t have to rely on their attention.  You’re obviously far more famous than an independent wrestling promotion.  Why do you even care how much attention the fans pay to you?  I mean, do you secretly want the fans to love you?

Delia:  Uhhh no… I like z’at z’ey can’t help but to utter my name despite claiming z’at z’ey hate me.  Surely your fas’er knows z’e feeling, since he relished in being a heel for z’e better part of his career, no?

Tim goes to answer when he hears Wes shouting “ORDER UP!” from the kitchen.  While this isn’t typical fashion for a restaurant of this caliber, the executive chef refuses to have his food served cool.  Tim stands up from the seat and gestures that he will be just a second.  He walks around the corner for a moment as Delia takes in a few deep breaths.  She takes a sip of her water as Tim brings a plate over and gently sets it down in front of Delia.  Delia has her napkin spread out upon her lap as she stares down at the delicious food.  Delia picks up a fork and takes a small bite of the coleslaw, savoring the taste of the dressing.

Tim:  Yeah, but he saw that he wasn’t being respectable when we acted that way.  He said that he really only wanted the fans to like him anyway, and that his children inspired him to be a better person.  Just because you go by the name of “Mean Girls” doesn’t automatically mean that you have to be bitches to everyone.  You could try to be better than that leave the “mean” for inside of the ring, like my dad did.

Delia:  You know what?  You’re right…

Tim looks down at Delia as if he isn’t sure that he heard her right.  He shakes his head with a quizzical look on his face.  Delia smiles sweetly as she stares up from her plate, taking another bite.  Tim’s face lights up as he feels like he’s just accomplished the biggest feat imaginable.

Tim:  What did you just say?  I want to make sure my ears aren’t playing tricks on me…

Delia: *Giggles* I said you are right.  I do just wish to be liked.  I want to be noticed, and since everyone loves z’e likes of Roxi Johnson and Vixen and Amy Marshall… I just accept z’e second best role of being z’e villain.  I don’t really want to be a bad person.  I mean, z’at is exactly why I came here today.

Tim:  Then why are you afraid to let people see the person I’m seeing right now?  The real you?  The one you started to show before Chaos in Cape Town… the nice girl we saw before becoming friends with Liz?

Delia sighs sadly.  She lowers her head, looking diwn at her plate as if she were ashamed of herself.  She pulls the napkin off of her lap and brings it to her face, sobbing into it.  Her tears stain the napkin as she sniffles, speaking through the cloth napkin.

Delia:  Because… I’m so afraid z’at z’ey won’t like me even if z’ey see z’e real me… *Sniffle* It is easier to not be liked for z’e façade I put up ras’er z’an being disliked for z’e person I truly am…

Delia debates removing the napkin from over her face as she does not want to show her vulnerability to the young Staggs.  She slowly lowers it as Tim comes over and places his hand on top of hers in a friendly manner.  He wraps an arm around her as she sinks her head against his chest.

Tim:  You won’t ever know until you try.  You will always remain the villain if you don’t try to become a better person.  But, I know that you’re a good person, deep down.  Just like Liz… just like everyone. You just need a chance to show it.

Delia slowly nods her head, sighing as she allows her tears to stain the white button up shirt Tim is wearing.  She plants a friendly kiss upon his cheek, very innocently.  She stares into his eyes, noticing that he’s blushing heavily.  She is ready to respond when Tim gets another “ORDER UP!” call from Wes.  Delia gives him a assurance that she will be okay while he gets her salad.  He stands back up and walks around the corner as Delia’s face sours a bit.  She takes her napkin and wipes frantically at her lips, sputtering out loud.  She pulls out a bottle of body spray.

Delia:  Ugh, gross… I can’t believe I let that little gremlin [i[touch me…[/i]  So gross…  But, at least I have him in the palm of my hand…

Delia has an almost sinister expression on her face as she quickly begins spraying herself with the body spray, hoping to cover up Tim’s stench.  She looks sickened by the fact that he had touched her, but as he comes around the corner with a plate of salad, Delia nonchalantly hides the bottle back inside of her purse, forcing a sweet smile onto her face.  She conveniently wipes away a couple more tears from her eyes as the screen begins to go black.
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”Sometimes there needs to be a villain.  Without them, the hero is just another ordinary person with good intentions.” –Delia, darling if you must…



*Blackness*

“I am no fan of comic books, but I am familiar wi’s z’e age old dynamic of good versus evil…”

We fade in to spot Delia, darling if you must… standing in the middle of an aisle.  Our main focus is the lovely woman, clad from head to toe in a black cat suit of sorts.  However, she is wearing large pointed shoulder pads that drops down her arms into what appears to be wings.  She looks like something that has come right out of a Stan Lee comic book.  Her long, blonde hair trickles down her left shoulder in a platinum fountain.  Her make up accentuates her features to give her a dark look.  She slowly begins to walk forward, reaching over to one of the shelves to pull something off of it.  Unless you are some type of nerd, or not impressed by theatrics, or a beautiful woman in skin tight clothing… you are just now noticing that Delia is standing in a comic book shop.  She doesn’t even bat an eyelash at the many nerds who are surrounding her, smelling of junk food and their mother’s basements.  She simply stares at the plastic covered comic book that is in her hand.  The Penguin graces the cover of this Batman comic.  It might as well be written in Greek, because it looks so foreign to Delia as she immediately steps it back on the feature shelf.

Delia:  Z’ere must be a balance of z’e two in z’e world.  We need hope to survive.  Os’erwise, we are left to our true nature of being selfish, greedy animals who take everys’ing for granted..  Z’at is where z’e bad must come into z’e picture…

Delia acts as if another comic book has caught her attention.  She slowly slides it off of the shelf, and seems thankful to be wearing gloves as she inspects a classic Spiderman comic featuring The Green Goblin at war with the masked marvel.  She looks at it silently as she can only imagine James Franco and Tobey Maguire in a cheesy film that once played on a plane ride to a photo shoot.  She can’t help but roll her eyes as she sets it back down on the shelf.

Delia:  Good does not exist wis’out z’e bad.  However, bad exists regardless.  People are like sophisticated savages, if you really s’ink about it.  Humans are greedy, violent creatures by nature.  But, like any animal, we are domesticating ourselves under z’e guise of being inherently good.

Delia smirks at the camera as she walks to the end of the display.  She finds herself staring at a picture of Catwoman.  She is almost enthralled by her beauty, even as a simple drawing.  She runs her fingers along the masked features as a smile crosses her face.

Delia:  I could go on about how z’ere are balances between z’e good and bad in people, but it would be ras’er boring, no?  Instead, I will cut to z’e point.  Roxi Johnson is a superhero.  As I’ve learned today, most heroes choose to keep z’eir identities a secret, but Roxi has chosen to reveal herself as z’e do-gooder she is.  She is a regular Tony Stark…

Delia giggles as if she had just secretly winked at something only a comic book fan would understand.  She is proud of her quip, even though it is quite obvious to anyone who has had access to media over the last several years.  She even goes as far as to give a wink to the camera as she holds her chest playfully.

Delia:  As z’e greasy headed thirty-something gentleman at z’e counter told me, Tony Stark is a billionaire who had gotten bored simply being rich, and decided to risk his life to save os’ers.  Z’ere was some kind of motive, but I stopped paying attention because I noticed my hair was out of place from z’e reflection of his glasses…

Delia once again laughs, however this time it is more malicious as she stares over at the man who is helping a customer at the register.  She turns back to the camera quickly so that she can continue to make her point.

Delia:  He wears a suit made of iron and flies around shooting laser beams from z’e hands, or somes’ing.  But, he is one of few superheroes z’at decided to reveal himself to z’e world because he wanted z’e fame.  He wanted to be noticed because he wasn’t getting enough attention as it was.  He couldn’t be someone who saved z’e day just because he was a good person.  Everyone had to know it was him.

Delia taps her chin as if she were in deep contemplation.  She can’t keep that charade up for very long before rolling her eyes and placing her hands on her hips.  She tilts her head back to laugh before returning her gaze to the camera.

Delia:  Sounds awfully familiar, does it not?  Heroes such as Batman and Superman rely on keeping z’eir identities secret because z’ey don’t need to have z’e recognition.  Z’ey actually enjoy doing good.  People like Tony Stark, and more specifically, Roxi Johnson… z’ey need to tell people z’at z’ey are good people.  Do z’ey not believe it for z’emselves?

Delia gets very accusatory as she shrugs her shoulders.  She continues to slowly walk through the aisles, stopping in front of a poster of Supergirl.  She stands there, critiquing the young girl in red, blue and yellow.  We can only imagine that she is thinking about the awful color choices of the skimpy outfit.

Delia:  Roxi Johnson care not for os’er people.  She is so wrapped up in herself z’at she couldn’t even help a young man who was being bullied on Twitter.  Granted, it was me who was bullying him, but I’ve since atoned for my actions.  I feel simply dreadful for z’e s’ings I said to z’e poor boy.  But, it does not change z’e fact z’at Roxi was more concerned wi’s wrestling and her own agenda to help Tim Staggs.  Is z’at what a true hero would do, Supergirl?

Delia pauses for a brief second as if waiting for a response from Supergirl herself.  Once there is no answer, Delia nods her head and continues on her path through the comic book store.

Delia:  Roxi Johnson is a vain hero.  She does it all for show.  Unless z’ere is a camera to capture her glory, she couldn’t be bos’ered to help an innocent.  Is z’at what we truly respect?  Someone who can’t even speak up to save a young boy who was being bullied by s’ree adults?  I find it sickening to be honest.  But, z’en again… who am I to judge?  I was one of z’e s’ree bullies.  I wouldn’t be completely inaccurate if I said it was a test to see if Roxi was truly what she says she is.  It was a test z’at she failed miserably, too…

Delia’s words are about as abrasive as one could imagine.  She uses them to taunt Roxi as if she were truly there in front of her.  There is an apparent arrogance in her step once she slowly ends her last point.  She turns her head slightly so that the camera can see her wicked smile.  She passes a girl who is holding an X-Men comic in her hand, who has bright red hair and is dressed rather homely in a hooded jacket and light jeans.

Delia:  Excuse me, darling… Do you know who Roxi Johnson is?
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ROXI JOHNSON vs DELIA DARLING
« Reply #4 on: July 18, 2014, 09:43:02 PM »
 Girl: Yeah, isn’t she the wrestler who beat Misty like last year?  I don’t follow wrestling, but she’s big in the community…

Delia:  No, darling… She is much more z’an z’at.  She is z’e wrestler who beat Misty, held z’e Bombshell Championship twice, and still isn’t good enough to defeat Delia Darling.  Sorry bout it…

Delia rolls her eyes as she sneers at the girl.  She seems as if she is confused, but goes back to looking at the comic in her hand.  Delia saunters down the aisle once more.

Delia:  People respect Roxi Johnson.  Z’ey blindly follow her.  It doesn’t matter how many facts I bring up to support my very valid point, no?  Z’e fans are still going to cheer for z’e cowardly hypocrite.  I could provide pictures of her stealing candy from babies and kicking puppies, and it would be turned around on me somehow.  I would be z’e bully because you do not want to hear it.  Now, I could do one of two s’ings here.  I could cry about how it is an injustice, and whine z’at you all are a bunch of hypocrites.  I could go on about how you want a hero so badly wis’in Sin City Wrestling z’at you are willing to grasp at anys’ing brandishing a mask...

Delia stops, showing a bit of disappointment on her face.  She feels as if she is going to concede to this option over the unlisted option.  She lowers her gaze as she sighs and runs her hand through her long hair, brushing it from her face.  As she does this, she looks up and smirks.

Delia:  Or, I could just willingly play z’e villain.  I could keep everyone happy and admit z’at I am z’e bad guy here.  I accept z’at you will never cheer my name.  I accept z’at I will never be z’e good guy.  I don’t mind losing my self control, and unleashing my inner bitch… Oh yes, you haven’t seen anys’ing yet, darlings…  I am perfectly fine being z’e bad guy here.  I will play z’e overly zealous one who wants to rid z’e world of hypocritical superheroes z’at only truly care about z’emselves.  I am fine wi’s z’at, darlings.  However inaccurate it might truly be, I will accept z’is role.

Delia speaks matter-of-factly as she turns around completely, leaning against a live action still turned into a poster, featuring Bane from The Dark Knight Rises.  To her, there is no difference between the Bane that comic book fans know, and the one from the movie that played n the background once while she was coming back to Las Vegas for an SCW show.  He was a man who was wronged and decided that it was better to throw the “system” into upheaval.

Delia:  I don’t care about making you s’ink differently about who you respect. I don’t mind being z’e one you hate.  Let me ask you one simple question, viewers… Who is truly more popular?  Z’e woman who has held z’e Bombshell Championship twice?  Z’e woman who rescues children from burning buildings and ties bank robbers to lamp posts?  Z’e woman who, in your eyes, is inherently good?  Or me?

As if she can hear the obvious argument being screamed from around the world, which is “Duh! Roxi Johnson!” she rolls her eyes.  She chuckles deeply, and this time it isn’t catty.  It is genuine, and serves as a precursor to her next comments.

Delia:  You talk about Roxi Johnson once for every four times z’at my name is mentioned.  You s’ink z’at I am wors’ talking about four hundred percent more z’an her.  But, since z’e s’ings z’at you say about me are negative, you assume z’at she is more popular.  Who has z’e most recognition?  Me!  Who trends on Twitter?  Me!  Who is prettier, and smarter, and all-around better in general?  Me!  ME! ME! ME! ME! MEEEEEEE!

Delia’s outburst draws attention from the other customers as she stomps, angrily.  She growls as she knocks over a display of various Marvel Action Figures.  She rips the poster of Bane off of the wall behind her, throwing it onto the ground as she stomps on it.  This is when Angelica comes into the shot, wearing a matching black leather cat suit.  Her long hair is pulled backward as she unrolls a poster of Delia.  She quickly tapes it up onto the wall where the Bane poster was.  She pulls another poster out of the bag that is hanging from her back, ready to plaster the wall where the action figure display once was.  Meanwhile, Delia’s eyes widen in an almost crazy manner as she repeatedly pokes herself on the chest.

Delia:  I am WAY prettier z’an Roxi Johnson!  Like I said last week, she looks more like a man z’an Holly Wood!  She will never be able to sit wi’s us because she is U-G-L-Y and doesn’t even have a GOD DAMN ALIBI!

Delia kicks at the downed display of action figures, causing them to fly everywhere.  The man who was standing behind the counter has now come over into the camera’s view.  He tries not to make a scene, while defusing the one that is already in progress.  However, Delia doesn’t even give him the opportunity.  She nudges her head back as Holly walks onto the screen.  She is wearing the cat suit also, her blonde, curled hair up in an afro as she gyrates her crotch forward. Upon doing so, a tether flies from the crotch region and wraps around the man quickly, tying him up.  To add insult to injury, Holly pulls out one of her false breast plate pieces and gives the man three hard smacks, knocking him out with it.  People run around screaming in terror as Delia continues her speech.

Delia:  I know, I know!  Looks mean nos’ing in she wrestling world.  I hear everyone saying it.  But, why can’t beauty and talent go hand in hand?  I mean, z’e Bombshell Division has not seen a pretty champion since… well, ever!  Emma Rose and Mercedes Vargas would be z’e closest to pretty champions, and z’ey were never z’e Bombshell Champion, so… sorry bout it hunties.  Z’e rest of z’e champions including dear Roxi, have been basic, ratchet trolls.  I s’ink z’at z’ere could be a pretty champion in SCW, and it should be one of z’e Mean Girls.  But no one takes us seriously because of people like Roxi and Misty and Vixen…

Upon speaking the names, Delia begins kicking over displays of comics in the store.  The pandemonium around them ensues as a fire starts out of nowhere.  Alarms go off as Delia smiles wickedly once more.

Delia:  Once I defeat your precious hero on Sunday?  I will prove z’at I deserve to be a champion, even if z’e belts are ugly as sin.  I will not wear z’e belt, but I will hold it captive until someone who deserves z’e belt comes to claim it.  Which would be like, forever…

”STOP IN THE NAME OF THE LAW, MEAN GIRLS!!!”

Sounds of gunfire begin going off as Delia quickly ducks behind a corner.  Around her, Angelica, Holly, and Tessa all seek cover until Tessa is immediately picked up by a police officer and cuffed.

Tessa:  My only crime is being too pretty for this place to handle!

Tessa protests as the police come into the shop further.  Angelica begins firing off a staple gun in their direction, a look of overly exaggerated rage on her face.  Delia hides in a T-Shirt rack, parting it only slightly so that the camera can still see her.

Delia:  But first, I have to make it s’rough Roxi.  No one s’inks z’at I can do it.  But, no one s’ought I could make it to z’e finals of z’e Blast From z’e Past Tournament, and I did.  No one s’ought I could defeat Amy Marshall and Karina Koji, yet I did.  Just because z’ey made up excuses does not mean z’at I didn’t already have z’em beat.  Every challenge I come up against, I wind up undefeated.  My partners might not, but I do.  Five mons’ strong, darlings…  Tell me I’m less z’an fabulous.

A pair of police officers comes charging past Delia, looking for her.  She quickly closes the shirts in front of her, hiding behind them in a crouched down position.  She slowly peeks out once they’ve passed with a slightly relieved look on her face.  Angelica is heard screaming in the background in an almost demented voice.

Angelica:  YOU’LL NEVER CATCH ME ALIVE, COPPERS! AHHHAHAHAHA!

Delia:  I am not just some fashion model who has had a couple of lucky breaks in z’e business.  I have proved z’at I am unstoppable for z’e last five mons’.  Roxi might be considered my toughest challenge to date, but as I said last week, I defeated Odette Ryder, which is somes’ing z’at not many in SCW can boast about.  Roxi certainly cannot.  But, z’ere was a tag team factor z’at most like to bring up.  Roxi and I will face one anos’er one on one.  Z’ough, z’e outcome will be no different  assure you.  I will still defeat her, only z’is time, z’ere will be no excuses.  She can’t blame a tag team partner.  She has to accept z’at she was defeated by z’e person she clearly believes she is better z’an.  I imagine z’at she will come up wi’s an excuse.  Z’ey all do, of course…

Delia spots Angelica being taken by two of the police, and Holly Wood is struggling to hold off a pair of officers on her own.  The fire is under control now, but the smoke wafts through the comic book store.  Delia looks a bit panicked as she awaits her time of being caught.

Delia:  Roxi and I will have our time, but at z’e end of z’e day, I still intend to prove z’at she is a fake, and a coward..  I will destroy her reputation, and no one will ever see her z’e same again.  Once z’is “model” proves to be a legitimate wrestler in z’e ring, and proves why she is z’e best of z’e Bombshell Division, I wonder what will stop me from moving on to Vixen or Odette to claim z’e Bombshell Championship for myself?  Z’e SCW world will not be safe from z’e beautification process sweeping over z’e company.  Mean Girls will eradicate ugly.  We will make z’e ones who still have hope to be beautiful.  We will drive out z’ose who are beyond help.  And, Roxi?  You are far beyond help, darling…

Delia winks at the camera as two officers locate her in the middle of the shirt rack.  They point their guns at her, cocking them as a warning to her.

Officer 1:  Come out with your hands up!

Delia’s eyes widen as she’s been caught.  She sighs as she stands up, walking through the rack.  She holds her hands up in the air in a gentle surrender before placing her hands on the back of her head.  The officers approach her with caution before she pulls a round object from inside of her hair.  She tosses them at the ground as a cloud of smoke causes them both to start coughing.

Delia:  Sorry bout it, hunties…

As the cloud of smoke engulfs her, we can see only a silhouette of Delia doing a series of back flips toward the exit.  As the door opens, we see Delia doing her best Catwoman expression before disappearing from our line of sight.  We are left in the wake of Delia’s devastation inside of the comic book shop, spotting several of her posters over the walls.  We focus in on one, closing in on Delia’s distinctive face as we slowly go to black.  A message appears on the screen for a moment…

No comic book nerds were harmed in the filming of this dramatization, though their might be several geek riots when they find out the rare treasures destroyed during filming.  #SrryNotSrry
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ROXI JOHNSON vs DELIA DARLING
« Reply #5 on: July 18, 2014, 11:58:22 PM »
 {We open with Roxi staring at her phone, shaking her head, when Keira walks through the apartment door.}

Keira – I’m back! And I have Chinese!

{Keira sees the worry in Roxi’s face.}

Keira – What’s wrong?

Roxi – Emi and Lexi are having a bachelorette party for me…

Keira – So?

Roxi – I’m not big on the idea. I don’t need a party for me.

Keira – I think it’s a great idea.

Roxi – You do?

Keira – Sure. It’ll be fun.

Roxi – It’s just not something I’m really into.

{Keira puts the Chinese on the table and walks over to Roxi rubbing her shoulders.}

Keira – Just have some fun. You can stop being you for one night, can’t you? Just…let your guard down for one night.

{Roxi rubs on Keira’s hands, but still seems unsure.}

Roxi – Even one night, it just seems too risky.

Keira – Rox, nothing is going to happen. What’s the worst thing, you enjoy yourself and have a great time? You deserve this.

Roxi – Are you sure?

Keira – You don’t have to be in control of things all the time. Let your hair down.

Roxi – Last time I allowed that to happen, I gave a taxi driver my bra.

{Keira smirks, and throws her arm around Roxi.}

Keira – No drugs this time, just… enjoy the moment. You’ll be around friends, right?

Roxi – Emi and Kah don’t drink, Lexi is a good friends.

Keira – See, you’ll be in good hands. Lexi and Emi wouldn’t do anything crazy, would they?

Roxi – I suppose not.

Keira – Then you’re in good hands.

Roxi – I guess.

{Roxi’s eyes wander, and then narrow. She turns around to face Keira, folding her arms as she stares at her.}

Keira – What?

Roxi – You are taking this way too well. You didn’t know anything about this, did you?

Keira – No.

Roxi – Keira, don’t you lie to me. You knew they had this planned! You had something to do with the party, didn’t you?

Keira – Rox, Emi is your maid of honor. She planned it. I had nothing to do with this. If I did, you’d know.

Roxi – If I find out you had a hand in this, I’m going to strangle you.

{Before Keira can say anything, there’s a knock at the door. Roxi opens it, and Emi stands at the door with Lexi, both smiling.}

Emi – Ready to go?

Roxi - … I guess so.

Emi – It will be fun! Fun fun fun!

{Emi puts her arm out Roxi and leads her out the door, Lexi gives Keira a thumbs up and a wink before shutting the door}

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As we drove, I kept thinking it was not going to be a good night. This had disaster written all over it. But, maybe Emi and Keira were right. Maybe I did owe myself a break. I mean, Emi and Lexi seemed so proud of themselves, so excited to see my reaction to the night’s festivities. It didn’t want to just disappoint them. I could tell they put a lot of time and effort into this. I also couldn’t help but think that Keira also had a hand in this, and that my night would end horribly.
Against my better judgment, I went along for the ride.





{The car pulls to a stop near a large white house. Roxi gets out, looking around confused.}

Roxi – Where are we? Whose house is this?

{Emi just put her finger over her mouth to shush Roxi. This allowed Lexi to sneak up behind Roxi and blindfold her.}

Roxi – Oh no… what…

{Lexi held Roxi’s arms so that she couldn’t remove the blindfold, and Emi and Lexi lead Roxi inside the house. They lead Roxi into the room, and sat her down in a chair in the middle of the room. Lexi unties Roxi’s blindfold and several of her friends are in the room, and they all yell “surprise” and Roxi looks embarrassed.}

Roxi – Guys…you didn’t have to do this.

Emi – Nonsense. It’s party time!

{The girls all begin pouring drinks, and having a good time. Roxi at first is reluctant to drink anything. And as we time lapse through the party, Roxi seems to loosen up a little, actually enjoying her party. Lexi hands her a drink.}

Roxi – Oh, no. I’m okay, thank you.

{Lexi just stands there, holding the drink, as a crowd forms around Roxi, pressuring her into taking the drink.}

Emi – You deserve this. Come on.

{The group of girls start chanting “Drink” as Roxi looks around nervously. Giving in to the pressure, Roxi does take the drink, and slams it back as fast as she can, trying not to taste too much of the alcohol. The group cheers, and Roxi smiles as she the party continues. Soon, she’s taking more drinks, and seems to be really having a good time. The group enjoys some laughs, and Roxi is seemingly in a good mood. Then there’s a knock on the door. Roxi looks around, even more nervous. }

Roxi – Who’s that?

Emi – More fun!

{Entering the room after Emi answers the door are two strippers, dressed as cops, one male, one female. But Roxi doesn’t get the gag right away.}

Male Stripper Cop – Sorry to interrupt her ladies, but we’ve had complaints of loud noises coming from here.

Roxi – Oh, I’m so sorry officers! It’s just a party!

Female Stripper Cop – Is this your party, ma’am?

Roxi – It’s…it’s for me, yes.

Female Stripper Cop – Then we’ve come to the right place.

{The two strippers start doing their thing, Roxi genuinely surprised by it. The girls all dance with the strippers, Roxi getting grinded on by both of them, a look of pure embarrassment on her face. Soon, she gets into it, and begins really enjoying herself, all the while consuming more alcohol. The party continues in full swing, with Roxi eventually putting on her own show, stripping herself down and dancing sexually with her own guests. Roxi gets all touchy-feely, and Lexi and Emi are too happy to see Roxi enjoying herself to really stop her. Roxi consumes even more alcohol, and the party starts winding down.}

<HR>

I owed myself this. Or so I was told. I’m completely ashamed of my behavior, and Emi and Lexi did nothing to stop me from getting out of hand. It’s not their fault I suppose, this was supposed to be a fun night, a celebration. I was just having fun. There is a reason I don’t drink, and it’s because of nights like this, where the party just is too much for me. It’s why I don’t just let loose at gatherings, because I know if pushed in the correct directions, I go overboard.

They wanted to see me act that way, even if it was for one night. They didn’t know just how far I would go. And that’s probably what caused all this. Curiosity. It gets the best of us sometimes. I can’t say when and where it got out of hand, but I don’t remember much about that night.

Sure, it was my party, but I should have known better. I should have communicated to them that this is why I don’t do these types of things.

Because I don’t stop.

<HR>

{The party has long since ended, with most of the guests leaving after a few hours of partying. Roxi looks really sad watching them leave, and it boils down to Kah, Lexi, Emi and Roxi alone with Roxi completely trashed.}

Roxi – Whooo! Party!

Emi – No Roxi, the party is over. We’re going to take you home now.

Roxi – Aw…. I want…to party more! What is this?

Lexi – It’s Captain Morgan. And I think you’ve had enough.

Kah – I don’t know, she’s way more fun when she’s like this.

{Lexi shoots a death glare at Kah.}

Lexi – Stop it.

Roxi – No…. Kahlan is sooo cool! I like her…

{Roxi walks around with the bottle in her hand,  taking swigs randomly. She begins trying to walk outside.}

Emi – No, Roxi!

{Roxi makes it through the door, and then stands on the porch of the house.}

Roxi – Hey, hey, hey, hey, look what I can do!

{Roxi tries doing handstand, but falls and lands on her back on the porch, before rolling down the steps. She only laughs uncontrollably as she lays there. Lexi and Emi look concerned as Kah just chuckles.}

Roxi – Fall down!

Lexi – Okay Roxi, I think we need to get you home.

Roxi – I… I don’t wanna!

Emi – Come on, let’s go.

Roxi – No! You gotta catch me!

{Roxi tries to take of running, but trips and falls almost immediately. Emi grabs her shoulders, and keels on her back.}

Roxi – Emi! You….you are awesome! I like you!  

Lexi – Are you going to help or not?

Kah – She’s fine. I’ve been drunker than that.

Lexi – I’ve seen you this drunk. Roxi’s is different, we can to get her back.

Kah – Please. She’s having a good time.

Lexi – Why are you acting like this?

Kah – I’m pregnant, I’m not about to get involved with super girl over there.

{Lexi and Kah look over and Emi is off the distance, trying to chase Roxi down.}

Lexi – oh crap.

Kah – That’s probably not good.

Lexi – Move!

{Lexi goes into the house and grabs the car keys. When she comes back out, Emi has returned, but Roxi still gone.}

Lexi – Emi?

Emi – She’s so fast…even drunk.

Lexi – Come on. Kah, stay here in case she comes bak.

Kah – Yeah…sure.

{Emi and Lexi get into the car, and drive off in search of Roxi.}




{The two ladies drive along the beach, looking for Roxi, and eventually find her, passed out on the beach, her phone still her in hand.}

Emi – Well, I think she wore herself out, let’s get her home.

{Lexi reaches down and picks up her phone.}

Lexi – Oof, that’s a lot of drunk tweets.

{Lexi and Emi pick up Roxi and put her in the back of the car, and drive her back to her house. Where Keira is also drunk, and with her friend Jenny. Emi and Lexi carry Roxi’s unconscious body and knock on the door.}

Lexi – Keira where is …

{Keira is smiling and laughing, and kisses Jenny, before noticing.}

Keira – Whoa… Uh…

Jenny – I’ll…see you later.

{Jenny starts to leave, but Roxi starts to wake up. Jenny then kisses Roxi for no real reason, before departing.}

Roxi – That…was nice!

{Jenny leaves, before Lexi and Emi sits Roxi down on the couch.}

Keira – I… uh….

Lexi – She’s in bad shape, just…where’s the bedroom?

Keira – In there. Uh… where are her pants?

Emi – We…don’t know.

{Keira helps Emi and Lexi carry Roxi into the bedroom. Afterward, Lexi and Emi prepare to leave.}

Keira – You’re not going to…

Lexi – Alcohol. I got it. Just…take care of her.

{Lexi waves and she and Emi leave. Keira walks and closes the door behind them. There is a loud bang in the other room, as Roxi has fallen off the bed. Keira goes into look, and Roxi is leaning against the wall, trying to look sexy as she can barely keep herself up.}

Roxi – Hellloo baby! Look at mua boobs!

Keira – You are way too drunk. Come on, let’s get you to bed.

{The next afternoon, Roxi is essentially a lump on the bed, completely covered by blankets. Slowly, a hand emerges from the blankets, and she uncovers herself. Keira is drinking coffee waiting for her.}

Roxi – Keira?

Keira – Hi.

Roxi – What…what happened last night?

Keira – You had a party. Remember?

Roxi – I don’t need a party.

Keira – I can see.

Roxi – How did I get here?

Keira – Emi and Lexi brought you back.

Roxi – Oh…okay..

Keira – Come on, I’ll make you some coffee.

Roxi – Okay…

{Roxi goes to get out of bed, but stops in her tracks.}


Roxi – Gahh! Keira!

Keira – What?

Roxi – Why am I naked from the waist down?

{Keira smiles, trying to hold back laughter.}

Keira – Your guess is as good as mine.

Roxi – Could you kindly pass me some underwear then?

Keira – Oh, I’ve seen you naked before. Come one.

Roxi – Keira!

Keira – Okay, okay.

{Roxi hands Keira a pair of underwear, which allows Roxi to slip them on and get out of bed. Roxi soon joins Keira in the kitchen.}

Roxi – So, uh…do you want to fill me in on last night?

Keira – I don’t know what happened to you. Emi and Lexi just brought you back after a while, you…were pretty drunk.

Roxi – I must have been. God I shouldn’t have let them do that to me.

Keira – I don’t think you did anything crazy out there.

Roxi – What do you mean?

Keira – They never said anything about you acting crazy. So… I guess it went okay.

Roxi – I couldn’t have went too well considering I woke up partially naked!

Keira – That’s the way you came in.  I don’t know what happened there.

Roxi – Oh no… I wonder what else I did. Please tell me I didn’t do anything crazy?

Keira – Um… you didn’t do anything crazy?

Roxi – I meant reassure me, not just repeat what I said!

Keira – You uh…sent quite a few drunk tweets.

Roxi – Oh no…

Keira – And a few photos.

Roxi – On no! Keira, what do I do?

Keira – …Nothing?

Roxi – What do you mean, nothing? I sent out drunk tweets! I’m a horrible person! You have to help me!

Keira – Roxi, you send drunk tweets and pictures to friends, you didn’t rob a bank.

Roxi – This is horrible.

Keira – No, this is…pretty much basic drunk person behavior. It’s not the end of the world.

Roxi – Wait…did you just call me basic?

Keira – …So?

Roxi – That’s what Delia says… are you trying to say you agree with her?

Keira – Well, if the shoe fits.

Roxi – So… I’m basic?

Keira – Let’s find out, I have a test.

Roxi – Okay…

Keira – Question 1, Do you like scented candles?

Roxi – Yes.

Keira – Question 2, Has anyone ever given you the boxed set of all the seasons of “Friends”?

Roxi – … Yes.

Keira – Question 3, Ever wanted to take a “Zumba” class?

Roxi – N… Yeah, they look kind of fun.

Keira – Question 4, Ever eaten a Panini from Panera bread?

Roxi – Yes…

Keira – And Question 5, Ever tweeted about Starucks?

Roxi – It was a long time ago…. I..

Keira – Well, that settles it, you’re basic.

Roxi – Oh no…

Keira – But, you do know how to have fun.

Roxi – Well, I guess there’s that.

{Roxi stands up, and rests her hand on Keira’s shoulder, but removes it when she can see the hickey on Keira’s neck.}

Roxi – Keria…

Keira – Hmm?…

Roxi – Where did you get that?

Keira – Get what?

Roxi – This huge hickey on your neck.

Keira – I… I don’t know, I got a little drunk last night.. Maybe we just…you know..

{Roxi wipes her finger across the wound, then her other hand to wipe across her own mouth.}

Roxi – I wasn’t wearing lipstick...}[/b]

Keira – I…uh…

Roxi – Keira…

{Keira stands up, obviously upset.}

Keira – Okay, look, I don’t really know how to explain it.

Roxi – Explain what?

Keira – Jenny came over last night, to…keep me company. And…we started drinking….It just kind of happened.

Roxi – WHAT happened?

Keira – We just…made out. I’m so sorry…

{Keira turns her head, as she starts crying. Roxi cringes, as she struggles to find the words.}

Roxi – …

Keira – I’m sorry.

{Roxi brushes past Keira and into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her. Keira continues to cry, sitting on the couch. Roxi eventually opens the door, and walks out now fully dressed.}

Keira – Where… where are you going?

Roxi – Out.

Keira – Roxi, please… I’m sorry.

Roxi – I know…

Keira – Are…are you mad at me?

{Roxi sighs, and turns towards Keira, before walking over and hugging her.}

Roxi – I’m not mad. I was at first, but we both obviously made some poor choices last night. So, I’m going to go clear my head. And then, we have to spend the night, apart.

Keira – Apart?

Roxi – Yes, it’s bad luck if the night before a wedding for the couple to see each other.

Keira – Well…where do I go?

Roxi – You can stay here, I’ll find a place.

Keira – No, no, Not after last night, I can’t stay here. I’ll find somewhere.

Roxi – … You sure?

Keira – Yes.

{Roxi kisses Keira on the head before walking out the door.}




I needed to clear my head, and find my pants.

I spent most of the time thinking about Delia and how important this match was, and how outnumbered I was. Delia seemed to have an army looking out for her, and I didn’t. Nor was I about to ask for anyone to help. It’s wasn’t me being thick headed, But I want to prove to Delia that no matter how many people she has following her, or how many people she needs to try and help her win, it’s not going to stop me. That’s what heroes are about.

We overcome the odds, when everything is stacked against us. I bet Delia never read that in a comic book, though she seems to suddenly have an interest in them when she’s facing someone like me. But that seems to be all of my opponents at one time or another. Despite them never ever speaking or talking about comic books of superheroes, they seem to awfully knowledgeable about them when it comes time to talk about me. I find it funny more than anything else.

And I know Deliah will do just that. The power of Google is amazing isn’t it? You can just type in comic books and all of a sudden you’re a guru. Delia doesn’t strike me as a person who is into comic books, or even a person who has read one, but hey, maybe she’s a closet nerd. Maybe she loves ‘em, and she’s a bigger fan than I am!

The more I thought about it, the more it made sense! Delia isn’t really an upper-class snob, she’s a regular nerd! Yes, she saw how those mean girls in high school were popular, and now she’s become what she always hated. It made my head spin, but there could be some truth to that. I mean, it makes sense. Delia wants to be popular, wants to be at the top of the heap, and bam, she’s there now, and has all of her high school enemies as friends. It made way too much sense to dismiss.

I thought long and hard about just how important this match is, if I want a chance to regain the bombshell’s title, I have to beat Delia. I can’t sell her short, despite how she acts, or talks about people, or bullies them. Yes, I saw, and I was shocked as much as the next person. Tim Staggs didn’t deserve to have any of that said about him. And Delia sat there and apologized, but I knew, even on twitter, that that apology was a phony as her nails are most of the time. It was wrong, and uncalled for, and she’s going to have to atone for that in another way, not by apologizing, but by getting her butt kicked.

I’m not underestimating Delia, far from it, she’s got a lot going for her, and despite her lack of wrestling skill, she has a number of big wins, and she’s taken many an opponent to the limit even when she loses. But I won that bombshell’s title twice, and I want it a third time. I’m not about to just stand by while someone still trapped in a high school mind frame just waltzes in and takes it away from me.

The more I thought about it, the more determined and focused I got, but I didn’t want to wear myself out or get angry at the things Delia has said or would say, No, I had the biggest day of my life to prepare for, and even though I would see Delia then, I was going to focus on what really mattered tomorrow. Because I had two more days after that to think about Delia in the sense of fighting her. For now, I had to fight excitement.

I spent the night alone in the house, waiting for something else crazy to happen. But after the long night, and so much encouragement, and so much love shown to me by the people closest, and even the friends who never changed, I knew I was making the right choice. I got excited. I cried through most of the night, mostly out of pure happiness.  

I woke up the next day, and Emi tooks me and got my hair done, really for one of the first times in my life. I got made up differently, I got fitted. I was…so happy. Thankfully, the weather broke at just the right time. It may have been raining all day, but we had just enough time.

Keira looked so beautiful in her dress. I was crying at the altar. I couldn’t believe it was happening. There we were, surrounded by friends, co-workers, family, all were there. It was like a dream.

Little Matty, Lexi’s son was the ring bearer. Angela, the little girl with Leukemia from make-a-wish, was the flower girl. She looked so pretty in her dress. She was so full of energy. It was so magic.

Everything about that day, was magic. Seeing friendly faces, getting to laugh and joke, and enjoy the day with people who mean so much to me. Rosalee made a wonderful delicious cake. Kahlan actually smiled a lot more than I ever expected. Even some old enemies out aside personal grudges. I never thought I’d actually hug Jackson Blaze, but I did. It was just that kind of day.

Seeing people cry makes me cry. But Emi was my rock that day. She never wavered. She was there when I needed her. I always said I’d couldn’t ask for a partner any day. And that was why.

But I’ll never get over seeing so many people, so happy. Simon and Jackie looked very happy, sitting with Emma and Ben. They all had a good time. Lucas and Nicole from LAW, Crystal Hilton, Gabby Camacho, all of them enjoyed themselves, and too me, because of who I am, that made me feel good. Even more was when Amy showing up, and hitting it off with Natasha.

All in all, I could not have asked, for a better day.




{We cut to the wedding reception of Roxi and Keira, where Roxi grabs the microphone, still crying tears of joy.}

Roxi – I… I can’t tell you all, how happy and grateful I am… That you all made it out here, to celebrate this day with us. I can never… never thank you all enough, because you all made a choice to come down here, took time out of your lives, and your careers, to celebrate with Keira and I. I just consider myself the luckiest girl in the world, to have friends, like all of you.

{Applause.}

Roxi – Emi, I have to thank you for being my friend and partner through all of this. I’m so thankful you were my maid of honor, and you were my foundation for today. Without you, I don’t know if I would have made it here. Thank you so much.

{Applause.}

Roxi – Lexi, you saved me from throwing all this away. You gave me Matty as a ring bearer… I can never repay you for all you’ve done for me, but I will try will all my heart to do just that. Thank you.

{Applause.}

Roxi – And finally, Keira. My wife, my world. I know this was a whirlwind story, and it didn’t quite go like either of us expected, but I promise, I’m never going to let you go, for the rest of my life. I love you so much sweetheart.

{We time lapse through the reception as Roxi and Keira dance, Rosalee and Kah start drinking together, Natasha and Amy hit it off. Lexi and her husband enjoy the party. Young Mannie, everyone is having a good time, dancing, laughing, all of it goes long into the night.

Finally, it all ends with Roxi and Keira, sitting on the bed, snuggled up to one another.}



Keira – I love you, so much.

Roxi – I love you too.

Keira – So, where are we going on our honeymoon?

Roxi – I figured the Bahamas would be nice.

Keira – Really? How did you manage to score that?

Roxi – Nothing it too good for you.

Keira – I can’t believe this day happened. It’s like a dream.

Roxi – I know. It was great.

Keira – We could have filled the whole beach with everyone who showed up.

Roxi – I know. It gives me chills just thinking about it.

Keira – So… what do you want to do now? Should we…consummate, the marriage?

Roxi – We can do that…

{ Suddenly, there are sirens coming from the open window. Roxi and Keira both turn and stare out the window.}

Keira – Criminals are the worst! They just ruin everything!

Roxi – Our job doesn’t have days off Keira. This is what we do.

Keira – I know. I know.




{We see a man walking down the sidewalk, carrying his bag of groceries with him. From behind him, a car does a slow roll, creeping up behind him, before speeding towards him. But, of course, the resident superheroines makes her first appearance, swinging in and grabbing the man as the car speeds by. The man ignores the fact that his life was probably saved, and he gets up and pulls out a pistol and fires a few shots in the direction of the car as it rounds the corner. Roxi yells as the man puts his pistol away.}

Roxi – Hey! What are you...

{The man turns around, and it's Police Lieutenant Murphy, a cop who's not a fan of the superheroes in town.}

Lieutenant Murphy – What?

Roxi – Murphy? What was that about?

Lieutenant Murphy – None of your business.

Roxi – Friends of yours?

Lieutenant Murphy – I said it's none of your business.

Keira – A "thank you" would be nice.

Lieutenant Murphy – I didn't ask for you help. Go back to doing whatever is it you people do.

Roxi – Save people like you? Got it.

Lieutenant Murphy – Whatever.

After swinging off, Roxi and Keira are sitting on a rooftop.]

Keira – Who was that?

Roxi – Murphy. He’s a cop. Doesn’t like costumes.

Keira – I can see. It’s easy to see why someone would want to kill him.

Roxi – Yeah. But still, we should look into it.

Keira – You know, we just got married, can’t we have just a little time to ourselves?

Roxi – Warp and Force are taking over for us on Monday.

Keira – Ugh.

Roxi – That’s our job.

Keira – But he doesn’t even like us. What did we ever do to him?

Roxi – We can’t please everyone Keira. It doesn’t matter whether they’re nice to us or not, our job is to make sure they’re safe, and that we do our best to protect them.

Keira – Delia wouldn’t be this nice.

Roxi – No, probably not. But we’re not going to change her, nor should we try, but that doesn’t mean we have to be mean to her. Or…hate her, or anything like that. But as long as they know that we’re out here, protecting them, that’s all that matters.

Keira – No, Rox, I don’t think you get it. Delia’s not a nice person, like at all. She’s not going to stop being mean. I saw what she did on twitter, I can’t stand her.

Roxi – She tries to get under people’s skins Keira, you can’t let her do that. Trust me, I will be more than happy to take care of Delia when the time comes. But for now, we’re going to have to –

{Then her wrist communicator goes off.}

Roxi – Go ahead Vision.

Vision – Rox, our alarm at the Police station has been tripped.

Roxi – Meaning?

Vision – Meaning they called us. Looks like they actually want our help.

Roxi – Really?

Vision – Nothing appears out of the ordinary, looks like it was activated by someone purposely.

Roxi – Alright, We’re on the way.

{Roxi shuts down the communicator and looks prepares to head off in the direction of the police station.}

Keira – What do you think?

Roxi – I’m not sure. But we can’t ignore it.

Keira – As much as I wish we could…

Roxi – Come on..

{ Roxi and Keira land on the roof of the police station, looking around to make sure this isn't a trap of some kind. }

Roxi – Hello? You rang?

Lieutenant Murphy – Yeah, I did.

Roxi – Murphy?

Lieutenant Murphy – Yeah, Me.

Roxi – You want my help?

Lieutenant Murphy – Let's get one thing straight sweetheart, I think you are a freak and a menace, and those are you positive qualities.

Roxi – I appreciate your honesty. But I also speak fluent Klingon.

Lieutenant Murphy – Ever the smart alec. The point is, I actually do need help.

Keira – What's the problem?

Lieutenant Murphy – Someone has it in for me. Tried to run me over twice in the past week.

Keira – I can't imagine who would dislike a guy like you.

Lieutenant Murphy – Very funny. This is serious.

Roxi – Do you have any suspects?

Lieutenant Murphy – The list is a mile long. I put a lot of guys away in this town.

Roxi – So why do you need us in the first place? Why not just go to the department?

Lieutenant Murphy – Because I'm not exactly the cleanest cop on the force. I don't need IA on my case.

Roxi – So you're on the take?

Lieutenant Murphy – NO! I...I step on toes. I bend the rules. As much as I hate to admit it, we're kind of similar.

Roxi – We made play for the same team, but we are NOT the same. I'll help you, but this better be a clean collar in the end.

Lieutenant Murphy – Yeah, yeah.

Roxi – I'll lean on the people I know. But you need to stay out of trouble.

Lieutenant Murphy – I always do.

Roxi – I've seen it firsthand. You may need a guardian angel

Lieutenant Murphy – Isn't that your job?

Roxi – Don't let the mask fool you. I will do what I can to help you, but I'm not your personal savior.

Lieutenant Murphy – The mask is what makes us different.

Roxi – From where I stand, We both wear masks.

{Roxi turns and swings off. Keira behind her }


{ Roxi and Keira set up, waiting for someone. Eventually, a long haired man in a trench coat exits a building, smirks and tucks something in his pocket. Roxi wastes no time following him and then as the man rounds a corner, Keira powers up and swoops dow to snatch him up to the top of the building they're on. }

Roxi – Allen. Long time no see.

Allen – Oh no...

Roxi – I need some information.

Allen – I don't know anything.

Roxi – Allen, you know you can't lie to us.

Allen – I don't.

Roxi – I guess you don't know where that brick in your pocket came from...

Allen – I don't have nothing...

{Roxi reaches into Allen's pocket and pulls out of the taped up drug brick. }

Roxi – What is this?

Allen – I don't know...This isn't even my coat. It's a friends coat.

Roxi – You know it's not smart to continue to lie to me, If you go away again, you don't come back for a long, long time.

Allen – What do you want to know?

Roxi – Murphy, someone wants him dead. I need to know who.

Allen – That doesn't really narrow it down...

Roxi – I'm not in the mood for games Allen.

Allen – Honest, I don't know. People talk all the time about him, nobody does nothing.

Roxi – What people?

Allen – Jimmy the Shark, Kyle all of them, they talk, but nobody's means it.

Roxi – So, if I ask them, really nicely, you think they would tell me?

Allen – I don't know.

Roxi – So when they ask how I know about them, and I bring you up, everything will be okay, right?

Allen – PLEASE! You can't!

Roxi – That's what you're leaving me with Allen. I can only work with what I'm given, and they will want to know.

Allen – Okay, okay! Big Hal.

Roxi – What about him?

Allen – He's been planning for years. Got lots of guys willing. He's the best bet.

Roxi – Are you sure? Because Kat here, she really really hates liars, and she’s been dying to fight the whole night.

Allen – I SWEAR, THAT'S ALL I KNOW!

Roxi – Good boy. Now, you stay out of trouble. Otherwise, things will be very bad for you, very quickly.

Allen – What are you going to do?

Roxi – Me? Who said anything about me?

Allen – You wouldn't...

Roxi – If it turns out you're lying to me...

Allen – Please!

{ Roxi drops Allen and stashes the brick in her belt. }

Roxi – I'll take this. But I'll be back if I need more from you.

{ Roxi and Keira swing away, but not before Keira flinches at him, causing him to shriek and cover up to protect himself. But the time he uncovers himself, the two are gone. Roxi uses her wrist communicator to talk to Vision.}

Vision – What's up?

Roxi – I need a couple of favors.

Vision – What's that?

Roxi – I need Big Hal's last known location.

Vision – Sending it to you.

Roxi – Thanks. I also need one not so easy favor.

Vision – Okay...

Roxi – Do you have access to the Police Database?

Vision – Why....

Roxi – I need some information on Lieutenant Murphy

Vision – Why?

Roxi – Murphy's being secretive. I need to know just how deep he's in on this.

Vision – I'll do what I can. No promises.

Roxi – Thanks Vision.

Kiera – Off we go again.

Roxi – Don’t worry, with any luck, we should be able to crack this one easily.

Keira – I’ve heard that one before

{Roxi swings off, Keira right behind her The two soon quietly land and sneak in the area where he knows Hal to be. After scouting, They cannot confirm Hal is there, but with little effort she sneaks in unnoticed, confirming Hal, and a few thugs to be there. After carefully observing, she sneaks down and quietly releases some smoke bombs and distracts the guards long enough for her to capture Hal, and take him to the roof.}

Hal – *Cough* *Cough* What the?

Roxi – We need to talk Hal.

Hal – You're...crazy.

Roxi – I need information.

Hal – I ain't tell you nothing.

Roxi – Too bad Kat is not in the mood for this.

Keira – I’m really not. Cough it up, before I make you…

Hal – What’s your problem?

Roxi – Why are you targeting Murphy?

Hal – Murphy? I ain't done nothing yet. It ain't time.

Roxi – Well, that is communicating a threat, so I could take you in for that.

Hal – So what, you got nothing.

Roxi – Someone is targeting Murphy, and I want to know who. So, if it's not you, then who is it?

Hal – I ain't saying nothing, You ain't a cop! I got rights!

Roxi – You have rights. Lots of them. But as you said, I'm not a cop...

Hal – What are you going to do?

Roxi – We're going to start from the beginning, and you're going to tell us everything...}[/b]

[ Flash forward, and Roxi sits down next to a beaten Big Hal. ]

Hal – You....you're crazy.

Roxi – Was it good for you too?

Hal – I will make you're life hell for this.

Roxi – I'm sure. Get in line. You're going to have to wait you're turn. I got plenty on my plate right now.

[ Roxi's wrist communicator goes off. ]

Vision – Got the info you needed, or at least some of it.

Roxi – That's good. I'll come pick it up when I'm done here.

Vision – Almost done?

Roxi – Kat’s about to wrap this up.

[ Roxi turns back to Hal.]

Roxi – Well, it looks like our fun has ended. But, if I need anything, I'll call. In fact, I'll come back and visit.

Hal – Ugh...

Roxi – Look on the bright side, you can tell everyone you beat us up and escaped. It works for a lot of people. Ta-ta.

{The two swing away. }

Keira – Now what?

Roxi – We have to try to get more out of Murphy.

Keira – This is taking way too long.


{ Roxi and Keira sit on the rooftop of police HQ. Murphy makes his way to the roof as well }

Lieutenant Murphy – What's the news?

Roxi – There is no news. I got a lead that Hal was after you, but there's nothing to indicate he's behind this.

Lieutenant Murphy – So...Nothing? Some help you two are.

Keira – This would be a lot easier if I was getting all the information I needed.

Lieutenant Murphy – I told you everything you need to know.

[ In a flash, Roxi grabs Murphy by the collar ]

Roxi – Do you want to live Murphy? I need names, I need information. Because I am not about to have your death on my head.

Lieutenant Murphy – Alright, alright, keep your voice down.

Roxi – Then give us what we need to help you.

Lieutenant Murphy – *Sigh* Fine. Here.

[ Murphy hands Roxi a 2gb hard drive. ]

Roxi – Is this everything?

Lieutenant Murphy – Yeah.

Roxi – You sure?

Lieutenant Murphy – Yeah. I'm sure.

Roxi – I'm going to run this. It'll take some time, but you'd better steer clear of any action.

Lieutenant Murphy – I'll do my job, you do yours.

Roxi – We’re doing our job. Saving your life.

Lieutenant Murphy – I could get shot right now. I'm not afraid.

Roxi – Then, I guess I'm going to go now. I'll come back when I have something.

Lieutenant Murphy – Yeah, you do that.

[As Murphy turns his back, a large red dot appaears on his back. Roxi leaps back and tackles him. ]

Roxi – Get down!

[ The shot misses and the bullet lodges itself in the roof. Roxi scans the nearby area for anything. ]

Lieutenant Murphy – What was that?

Roxi – A sniper. You must have a lot of enemies Murphy, And some well paid ones too.

Lieutenant Murphy – Yeah...

Roxi – Like I said, stay out of the action.

Lieutenant Murphy – I'm not going to stop doing my job.

[ Roxi examines the bullet as she prys it from the roof. ]

Roxi – I stand corrected, you have some really well financed enemies.

Lieutenant Murphy – What are you talking about?

Roxi – This bullet is rare, custom made. That should narrow down the list. Unless you can make the connection...

Lieutenant Murphy – I got nothing...

Keira – Yeah, I'm sure.

[ Roxi glances upward, trying to judge the trajectory of the shot. She and Keira make off in the direction the shot may have came from.  They hit the spot, and look for clues.]

Keira – Someone really wants him dead.

Roxi – I know.

{The two continue to search, before finding a tripod the sniper used to steady his shot.}
Roxi – Gotcha.

Keira – What now?

Roxi – Take this and have Vision scan it. Then, you can take the rest of the night off.

Keira – What? Why?

Roxi – You wanted a break, I’ll give you one.

Keira – I’m not leaving you to do this alone. Not anymore. The ring on my finger means we’re a team. Forever.

Roxi – Alright. Alright. Just take it back and have Vision scan it, and go through the hard drive I’m going to see Murphy. You call me when you have something, and meet me at the spot.

Keira – Alright.

{Keira takes the tripod and the hard drive and dashes off. Roxi swings off towards Murphy’s apartment.

{Arriving at Lieutenant Murphy's apartment. Murphy enters and removes his trench coat and hat and sighs. He doesn't notice Roxi sitting in his window.}


Roxi – Staying out of trouble?

Lieutenant Murphy – Gah! Jesus, you scared the hell out of me.

Roxi – It's one of my many talents.

Lieutenant Murphy – How long have you been there?

Roxi – Long enough. I looked at the hard drive you gave me.

Lieutenant Murphy – And?

Roxi – You were right, People don't like you. A LOT of people don't like you.

Lieutenant Murphy – I already knew that.

Roxi – The list of suspects was a long one. Does the name Luke Wise mean anything to you?

Lieutenant Murphy – "Lucky" Louie? Yeah, threatened me in open court, ran a drug lab on the south side, I broke it up while I was in Vice. He got 10-20.

Roxi – He was a model prisoner, he only did 8 years. He's out.

Lieutenant Murphy – I cost him an empire, He'd love to see me in the ground. So, where do we find him?

Roxi – I'm working on it. In the meantime, I need you to follow up on a lead.

Lieutenant Murphy – Wait a minute. What am I, some wet eared rookie? I know how to conduct an investigation!

{ Roxi reaches over and snatches Murphy by the collar. }

Roxi – Don't you get it! People are trying to kill you! Pay attention! Recently, The news did a report on the south side. Maybe the reporter heard something.

Lieutenant Murphy – I'll take care of it. What are you going to do?

Roxi – I'm going to make a few...inquiries.

Lieutenant Murphy - What's that supposed to mean?

{ She doesn't answer as she leaves out the window.}




{The scene switches to Allen, the middle-aged snitch from the beginning. He makes some kind of deal with someone, and then he begins to count his money.}

Allen – Free enterprise, what makes America gr-AHH!

{Without warning, once again, Roxi snatches him up and swings up to a nearby rooftop.}

Roxi – Allen.

Allen – ...Not again.. I told you everything I know.

Roxi – Yeah, but that info didn't help me.

Allen – What is it now?

Roxi – Lucky Louie.

Allen – I...I haven't seen him in months. He's still in prison.

Roxi – I don't like it when you lie to me...

[Roxi punches Allen in the jaw, dropping him. She handcuffs his hands behind his back, and then sits a dazed Allen on his knees, and gets behind him.

Allen – What are you going to do?

Roxi – Whatever it takes.

Allen – I told you, I haven't seen him.

Roxi – Do you know the body has a lot of pressure points? All I have to do is touch you, and you'll feel a lot of pain. It's really simple. Let's see how much pain you can take...

{Roxi stands behind Allen and extends her two index fingers. She traces lines on his head before resting her fingers behind the ears. Both fingers resting in the correct position.}

Roxi – Ready?

Allen – What are you AGHHH!

{Roxi simply pushes her fingers towards each other creating a intense amount of pain.}

Roxi – Anything coming to mind lately?

Allen – AGHHH! AHHH!

Roxi – I can't hear you...

Allen – Okay....OW! AH! AGHH! OKAY!

Roxi – See how easy that was? Now, let's talk


{Murphy is tossing and turning in his sleep, as Roxi once again opens his window. Murphy is startled by the shadow.}

Lieutenant Murphy – JESUS! STOP DOING THAT! What do you have?

Roxi – "Lucky" Luke. I know where he is. Running a crack operation on River side.

Lieutenant Murphy – Good. I'll meet you there in an hour.

Roxi – Be there. And we're doing this, by the book.

Lieutenant Murphy – What other way is there?

Roxi – Just...be there.

{Roxi turns and swings off.}





{An hour later, Keira, Roxi and Murphy are scoping out the warehouse.}

Lieutenant Murphy – Well?

Roxi – This doesn't seem right. Why would Luke warn you in the first place?

Lieutenant Murphy – Maybe he wanted to see me sweat, How should I know?

Roxi – Maybe...

{They move in and sneak into the building where Luke himself is overseeing the shipping process of the crack.}

Lucky Luke – Careful with the merch boys, you break it, you buy it. Got me?

Lieutenant Murphy – There he is.

Roxi – Yeah. Let's go.

{As Murphy tries to figure his best approach, Roxi simple dives off the ledge, and lands on her feet and knocks over two of the henchmen. A third runs at her but she punches him in the gut and tosses him into a wall. As she readies herself for the next possible attacker, Luke raises his pistol and aims at her, but Murphy lowers himself down on a chain and shoots the pistol out of Luke's hand.}

Lieutenant Murphy – Nobod
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ROXI JOHNSON vs DELIA DARLING
« Reply #6 on: July 19, 2014, 12:15:58 AM »
 OOC: This part cut off of the rp. I didn't realize it until a couple of minutes ago.




Keira – What’s that?

Roxi – A note.

Keira – What does it say?

Roxi – “Enjoy your honeymoon. I’ll be here when you get back…”




So now, my focus is firmly on Delia.

I will give her credit for actually getting under my skin a little by bullying Tim for no reason. It hurts more that she even did it, then lied about it and issued a phony apology, but it did sting that I wasn’t around to help stop it. I happened to have a world title match going on at the exact same time, I would have been there, if it wasn’t for that.

But it does seem extremely convenient that Delia would choose to do it, when she knew I wasn’t around. She had already failed at getting to me by picking on my figure, my weight, my looks, and none of that really bothered me. I know I’m not a super model, I enjoy eating junk food and I have a big butt because of it. I’m not ashamed of it, it’s who I am. But picking on a teenager for no reason in inexcusable. It’s a dirty, low trick to play that game Delia, I  see now the kind of person you are.

You are ugly on the inside. I wanted to think that maybe, just maybe you’d put on a front for the public, and deep down you’re not as bad as what you portray. Heck, many others has out and out condemned you for your actions, and I, yes, I was willing to actually try and see through that. To give you a chance to prove all of them wrong. And I see that I was wrong, you’re not as bad, you’re worse.

It takes a lot to make me not like a person. There’s a past opponent on my twitter friends who refuses to call me anything but a horrible name. I have a person who swears up and down that they will never like me. I have a person whose sole goal it appears is to make me mad. But none of them have done what you’ve done Delia. You deserve to get your butt kicked. And the way I’m feeling right now. My foot is getting restless not kicking butt.


This is about more than comic books or winning a match now Delia. This is about more than high school drama and popularity. You want to know why people like me and they don't like you? Because of the mask you wear. The mask to hide how ugly you are inside. And I don't have to expose that to you, you know how you are. Everyone here sees it. I tried to be nice to you Delia, I tried to actually be a friend to someone who obviously is in desperate need of people to do just that. It jsut seems now that you want to make this impossible. You want to try and paint me as the the hypocrite.


That's just silly, depsite your many "Valid" points of me not being everywhere at once. I can't be, but I will always try. I will always be the person that people can depend on, in their time of need. I have always prided myself on being that person. No, I'm not perfect, but no one is. And despite all of this, I will not completely shut the door, on being a friend to you. No, I won't.

I'm just going to have to beat you senseless first.

Not just for me, but for everyone you've tried to intimidate and bully. Thats all going to end at Into the Void

And when it's all over, no, I won't be #sorryboutit
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