"Revenge is a dish best served by force feeding it to your enemies, making them gag on your eleganza!" -Delia, darling if you must...
S.C.E.N.E. O.N.E. -- Victory Lap
LOCALE: Sheikh Mohammed bin Rashid Al Maktoum's Palace; Dubai, United Arab Emirates
The sounds of "Break Free" by Ariana Grande featuring Zedd, plays over the speakers set up in the ballroom of the palace. Delia Darling and Mercedes Vargas are celebrating their victory over the Mean Girls. Both ladies are all smiles as they exchange an embrace, throwing their titles high into the air. After their questionable... more like distasteful... entrance, all done with the best of intentions, the crowd isn't giving the best reaction. However, a hatred for Amanda Cortez and Veronica Taylor seems to gain them some measure of cheers, which is good enough for them at this point. They step to the outside of the ring as they walk along the barricade, shaking hands with the crowd members who are willing. Delia makes her way over to the Sheikh and his son, almost seeming nervous as they glare at her. Mercedes glares at Delia as if she were crazier than Twisted Sister, and there was a good chance she might be. She bows before him in a showing of respect, which gains a large pop from the crowd. The son looks to his father, and as Delia rises up, he motions for her to come closer. As she does, he stands up and extends his hand to Delia as a sign of good faith. Delia graciously accepts, and even goes one step further to kiss him on the cheek tenderly. He blushes as the crowd seems fully won over. He waves Mercedes over, as well as a camera man, getting a picture with the lovely Anti-Mean Girls planting a kiss on each of his cheeks. The music restarts as the ladies make one last round with the crowd. As they walk up the entryway, they see Veronica Taylor having a total meltdown in the ring all by herself. Delia and Mercedes blow her a faux friendly kiss, which only serves to aggravate her more. Giani Di Luca finds his way back inside of the ring to comfort Veronica, only for her to shout at him, and point to Delia and Mercedes. Delia rolls her eyes as she turns around, pushing the curtains aside. It is amazing how serene the palace is compared to the chaotic backstage areas at most of the venues. Delia actually feels like she can breathe for a minute. She pulls her purple wig off of her head, and the subsequent stocking cap that housed her natural chestnut locks. She sighs as she looks over to Mercedes with an excited squeal escaping her mouth.
Delia: Oh... my gawd, Mercy. We've done it.
Mercedes: Did you ever actually have a doubt?
Delia's smile fades slightly as she nibbles on her bottom lip, almost nervously. Mercedes scoffs at the idea, flipping her hair in a Mean Girls mockery.
Mercedes: I said all along that we should all just stab Caesar. Of course, when I said that, you were kind of the Caesar, but she wanted the position so badly...
Delia: Yes, yes, she did, and... Hey, wait a minute... You actually wanted to stab me?
Mercedes shrugs her shoulders as she adjusts the championship belt that still feels so at home on her shoulders.
Mercedes: If I didn't, I probably wouldn't have a pulse, now would I?
Delia: Ohhhh you bitch...
Delia's French accent lingers in a nasally fashion as she chuckles deviously. However, she concedes to Mercedes' estimation, smiling and shrugging her shoulders. She looks into an arabesque mirror hanging on the wall nearby, fluffing her hair about as she tries to restore volume.
Delia: But, to answer your previous question, yes... I honestly had some doubts. I mean, I knew we could destroy z'em, but z'ey are quite resilient when it comes to finding outside sources to help z'em win matches. I've never been one to team wi's people, because women seem to dislike me no matter what I do. Z'is just seems... too good to be true.
Delia finishes with her hair as she turns around to face Mercedes, almost seeming awestruck. However, before she can say anything, her face sours slightly as she watches Amanda Cortez walking around the corner. The normally cute, and arrogant, fiery redheaded Bombshell stares with pure contempt written across her face. Mercedes looks at Delia questioningly as she turns around to see Amanda standing there with a cigarette between her lips. Mercedes and Delia prepare for a fight as Amanda walks toward them, tauntingly seductive as her hips sway.
Delia: You don't want to do z'is, Mandy...
Mercedes snorts as she folds her belt up neatly, setting it on a nearby speaker. She cracks her knuckles as she readies herself for anything Amanda can throw at her.
Mercedes: You reeeeeeealllllllly don't want to do this, Mandy...
Amanda: Oh, I think I do, Delia.
She cracks her own knuckles as she brushes right past Mercedes and up to Delia. She grabs a fistful of Delia's hair, yanking it back as she leans into Delia, planting a big, lingering kiss on Delia's lips. Delia's hands extend, stiffening up as she tries to fight it. However, between the shock, and Amanda's strength, she can't. Mercedes almost doesn't know what to do about this as she simply blinks.
Mercedes: Well, I have to say I sure as hell wasn't expecting that...
Amanda pulls back, letting Delia go. Delia wipes at her lips, sputtering, all while a look of confusion comes across her face. Amanda bites at her own bottom lip as she takes a few steps backward.
Amanda: This is my way of saying "thank you."
Delia: Ummmm...?
Amanda: If you do not pin Veronica in that ring tonight, maybe I don't see how worthless she is until she drags me down to her level. It really is embarrassing to be seen with someone who is such an idiot, and who doesn't fight well. She was holding me back.
Delia nods her head while still seeming completely shocked by the kiss, rubbing at her lips with the side of her hand. Mercedes shakes her head, snickering about it. Delia's eyes narrow as she looks at Mercedes. She purses her lips as she points in a very demanding manner.
Delia: Quiet, you!
Mercedes pulls her fingers across her lips in a "zipping" motion, though a few snorts of laughter escape her nostrils. Delia looks back to Amanda, but before she can respond, Amanda cuts her off.
Amanda: I wish for us to be friends once again. I don't feel it should be too hard without Veronica's pathetic ass hanging around us.
Delia: What? No... No? No! No way in hell. You had your chance. It's not even about picking sides here. You broke my trust when you chose Veronica over me. You proved to moi z'at I cannot trust you. Gold and ambition is more important to you z'an friendship. You made s'ings personal, you know? Z'at is not somes'ing I can just get over so easily. Sorry bout it, but it will take time.
Amanda nods her head, though she seems a bit disappointed. She sighs, but then gives Delia a warm and cute smile.
Amanda: Okay. I can deal with this.
She walks away slowly, though just as seductive as she came. Delia tries not to see rude as she wipes away at her lips. Amanda turns around and sees Delia doing this, and she winks.
Amanda: Don't act so shy. You know you liked it, hehe... Your entrance was nice, by the way, Rainbow Brite.
Amanda chuckles as she walks off, leaving Delia and Mercedes standing there in confusion. Mercedes slowly looks over to Delia, as if there was something she wasn't telling her. It is done in a joking manner, though Delia simply growls as she walks off. Mercedes shrugs her shoulders as she follows suit.
[*Fade*]
"When presented with a true test, you have two options. You can buckle under the pressure of the test, or you can push yourself to your limits to pass the test." -Delia, darling if you must...
S.C.E.N.E. T.W.O. -- Hong Kong Garden
LOCALE: Nan Lian Garden; Hong Kong, China
The sun shines brightly upon the majestic garden known across all of China for its radiant beauty. It is built in the style of the Tang Dynasty, amidst the Diamon Hills myriad, it is a tranquil spot that feels much like a safe haven from the hustle and bustle of the surrounding city. The public park is built according to the strict rules of feng shui. Every fountain, every piece of timber used for construction of the bridge and building in the center of the park, every plant, even down to every rock placed inside of the park, is in place to harmonize. We come to the short red bridge leading from a walking path to the center of the pond where the building is placed. The way the sunlight hits it on this mid afternoon day, it almost seems to be dipped in gold. Soon, we hear the sound of footsteps walking across the bridge. The heels click firmly against the red wood until it meets the larger planks of the structure surrounding the building. As the camera turns slightly, we see that it is none other than Sin City Wrestling reporter, Mz. Holly Wood. She looks quite different considering the scenery, as she is wearing a jade green kimono and matching Haori. Her shoes are platform high heels, fashioned in similar style to the okobo wooden sandals. In her hair, she has what appears to be fortune cookies surrounding a take out box dripping with pearlesque jewels meant to look like white rice. She has thick black eyeliner that stretches up the sides of her face. She thinks she looks cute and very fitting for the occasion, and honey she is ser-ving! She holds her hands together steeple style as she gently approaches a bench overlooking the small pond. Sitting there, looking rather pedestrian, is Delia Darling. She is wearing a white sundress with purple orchid print, and is barefoot. Her natural chestnut locks flow freely in the hot, humid breeze. She quietly approaches Delia with her microphone at the ready. Before she can say a word, Delia sighs softly, turning toward Holly with a faint smile.
Holly: Domo arigato Mrs. Roboto...
Delia: Wrong country, darling.
Holly shrugs her shoulders as she waits for Delia to stand up, but she doesn't. Instead, she assesses Holly's outfit, and gives a weak, yet playful smile.
Delia: Not just your comment, eis'er. I s'ink you are a week early, Holly.
Holly: What? It's Geisha chic.
Delia: It's racist is what it is. Geisha's are Japanese, not Chinese.
Holly: Chinese, Japanese, dirty knees...
Delia nudges Holly as she looks down to see, in fact, her knees are a little dirty. Delia's jaw drops as Holly shrugs her shoulders. Soon, she realizes who she is talking to, and her face sinks some. Holly rolls her eyes, scoffing as she looks at Delia sternly.
Holly: So, you must have forgotten that you scheduled an interview with me today considering what you're wearing...
Delia shakes her head in the negative, moaning a little as she adjusts her hand, still in a cast.
Delia: No... no, I didn't forget. As a matter of fact, I don't even wish to have an interview today.
Holly scoffs even more loudly this time as she folds her arms across her chest, tapping her feet almost angrily.
Holly: You're cancelling on me? Oh no she betta don't!
Delia: Oh yes, she better did, hunty... You see, I requested you specifically, because I wanted to have a talk wi's you.
Holly: Oh, and you didn't think calling me and asking would have been better than wasting my time? Bitch, you got some nerve...
As Holly shakes her head, turning to walk away, Delia gently grabs onto Holly's hand, stopping her. Holly turn back around to look at Delia, fire in her eyes.
Delia: Had I asked you to come talk to me, would you have come?
Holly: Hmmm, well considering the last time I saw you, you and your crew was bashing my face in with mirrors, pink chairs, and your fists, so... probably not...
Delia: Exactly. Now you see z'at I had no choice in z'e matter. I needed to speak wi's you.
Holly laughs at the absurdity of it all as she pulls her hand away from Delia. She places one hand on her hip, and the other out in front of Delia's face, telling her to talk to the hand. However, this only lasts all of two seconds before Holly raises her index finger, waving it in front of Delia's face.
Holly: Will the nerviness never cease? Gurrrrl, you are so damn lucky that Pussy Willow still refuses to be in the same room as you, and you have that complaint against Scott Oliver for the smell, or I would walk off right now. Hell, if I did, you would probably put in a complaint against me too and try to get me fired.
Delia's face twists into horror as she gasps. She shakes her head while repeating the word "no" over and over again. She tries for Holly's hand once more, but Holly balls her fists up, ready to knock Delia into next week where her outfit apparently belongs.
Delia: No, I would never... I know what I did was wrong. Z'at is exactly why I've asked for you to come here today. I wanted you to see z'at I have truly changed. I wanted you to see z'at I feel true remorse for what I've done. To you... to everyone... except Veronica...
Holly: Hmmm, Veronica did deserve far worse... But I'm not sure I'm buying this...
Holly runs her finger around the outline of what we can only presume is Delia's body. She sucks at her teeth as she shakes her head. Delia lowers her eyes, accepting Holly's read of her.
Holly: Mmm mmm, not for one second, hunty. Just because you let yourself go, gained about ten pounds in your ass, it doesn't mean you've changed. You just became lazy, gurl. That don't mean shit to me. I know you too well for that shit. It's a great merchandising angle, but just because you and Veronica are at each other's throats does NOT suddenly make you a good person.
Delia: No, it does not. You're right about z'at part. Would z'e old me just accept you going off on her? Would she not pull some bullshit from s'in air just to get under your skin?
Delia pauses, waiting for Holly to answer. Instead, she just snubs her nose at the question, turning away so Delia can't see her rolling her eyes, but at the same time, hoping she does. Her wish comes true, as Delia growls in frustration, however it is with herself, and not Holly. She sighs as a sign of conceding to Holly.
Delia: If it is your wish to leave, z'en you are free to go. I won't force you to hear any more from me today...
Delia hopes that saying this will appeal to Holly's overall good nature, but she gets one helluva "Peace out, bitch" as Holly quickly turns on her heels to walk away. However, her shoe gets stuck in a plank of wood, and she falls backward. Delia lunges forward to help Holly regain her balance. Holly wiggles her foot as she winces in pain. Nothing serious, but it is enough for her to take off her heels, and sit down on the bench next to Delia, keeping some distance though. Delia respects this as she sighs, watching the gentle waves lapping at the stone, some splashing to the lower level of the square pond. She takes a sip of water before wiping at some sweat on her forehead. She lets a minute or two go by, remaining silent, until she feels there is one last thing she must get off her chest.
Delia: I am no saint, and I doubt I ever will be. I may not be perfect, but I am doing my best to change for z'e better.
Holly wants to say something negative, but considering Delia very likely just saved her a trip to the hospital, she refrains. Instead, she joins Delia with staring at the rippling waters. She quickly finds her place of peace within the waves, remaining quiet for a moment. Something just seems to click at that moment.
Holly: People can change, I guess. But, there is always a part that never will. This right here? This is the part that never changed.
Delia: Look, I said I'm sorry. I...
Holly: I'm not talking about that, Delia. I'm talking about the good that was always there. The part of yourself that you tried to snuff out the minute you became friends with Angelica.
Holly smirks a little, trying her best to listen to herself and choose to see the good within Delia. She chuckles as she looks over to Delia, watching the inner beauty glowing in her cheeks with that genuine smile. Something about this is almost heartwarming. The way she is just letting herself be... herself.
Holly: You tried so hard to destroy that humanity because you felt it was weakness. I guess now you see that it was always your greatest strength.
Delia: I don't know about z'at...
Holly: I do. Everyone has their light, and their dark. It's a constant fight within themselves, and for the longest time, your darkness was three times the size of your light. You were bitter, angry at the world. You were a jaded bitch. But, even when the dark tried to destroy the much smaller light, it never could. It's a strength.
Delia shrugs her shoulders, finding the idea of this a little soothing. She slowly exhales through her nose as she look at the reflection of the sun in the water.
Delia: Maybe you are right. I mean, I came here today, because I wanted to apologize, but I also wanted to talk about how badly I am going to beat Z'e Fallen. I wanted to read Gos'ika and Raynin to fils', like I do every os'er opponent. But, z'e trus' is z'at I cannot.
Holly: Oh? No Twilight jokes? No manjaw comments?
Delia slowly shakes her head from side to side, her upper lip raising as she, too, seems surprised.
Delia: Somes'ing about z'is lake is mystical. It has helped me find a certain inner peace. One I have not felt in a very long time now. I find such s'ings to be trivial, now. Z'e trus' is z'at no matter who wins at Climax Control, z'e SCW World Bombshell Tag Team Championships will be represented well. Raynin and Gos'ika bos' have World Bombshell Championship reigns to z'eir names. Z'ey are some of z'e toughest fighters in SCW. I actually... respect z'em...
Holly: Kay, where is Delia Darling? What have you done to her, cause hunty, this is NOT the Delia Darling I know.
Delia: Girl, please. I'm trying to be serious here.
Holly: I know, and that's why I'm getting scared here...
Delia laughs as Holly gets a satisfied smile on her face. Delia gently ribs her with her elbow.
Delia: I'm sure z'e feeling is not returned. I'm sure z'ey still see us as Z'e Mean Girls, no different z'an z'e ones who took z'e titles from z'em in z'e first place. Probably because, at z'at time, I was no different. Many people have chosen to write off what Mercy and I are doing, trying to turn over a new leaf, and I wouldn't expect Z'e Fallen to be any different. However, I do wish z'em z'e best in our match on Sunday. I really do.
Holly: It almost sounds like you're giving up. Please tell me that you're not doing that...
Delia laughs loudly at such an absurd assertion. She shakes her head from side to side as she bites at her bottom lip.
Delia: Don't be absurd, darling. Delia Darling does not give up. I've been run over by a monster truck. I've overcome deas'. I've gone up against z'e toughest of z'is industry. I love a challenge. I am not going to give up so easily against Z'e Fallen. Just because I respect z'em enough not to rip into z'em as if z'ey were nos'ing, does not mean I intend to lose. Nos'ing could be furs'er from z'e trus'. Even z'ough I respect Raynin far more z'an any Bombshell to hold z'e World Bombshell Championship since me, I don't intend to let it cloud my judgment. I don't intend to fight one of z'e biggest, most personal battles of my career, just to lose z'e belts to Z'e Fallen, two women who haven't teamed toges'er in mons'.
Holly: So, you doubt that they will be able to work together to defeat you and Mercedes on Sunday?
Delia: No. I did not say z'is eis'er. Z'e Fallen are an amazing tag team. Z'ey are just as fierce toges'er as z'ey are alone. Z'ey are like a perfect storm, leaving destruction in z'eir wake. But... Mercy and I did not come all z'is way to get blown to Oz. Z'is is make or break time for us as a tag team. It could be our defining moment z'at separates us from every os'er one hit wonder to hold z'ese belts. I mean, we could eis'er gain notoriety akin to Z'e Fallen, or we could be Metal and Punk Connection, el oh el.
Holly: There's the bitch within. I was starting to worry about you a bit there.
Holly and Delia share a laugh as Delia takes another slow sip from her water bottle. Noticing that Holly appears to be parched, she offers the bottle to her without question. Holly gently accepts, choosing to drop the water into her mouth rather than put her lips to the bottle.
Delia: I'm sorry if z'e trus' hurts, but Amy can only be blamed due to purposely taking on dead weight in Jessie. Jessie can't help z'at she sucks so badly. I mean, she's tried everys'ing, and it just doesn't work... Anyway, z'at is a discussion for anos'er day. Z'e Fallen better prepare for a fight, because Z'e Anti-Mean Girls are bringing everys'ing we've got. Hopefully z'ey do z'e same, because I don't want to hear excuses. Z'e better team will win, and whatever z'e outcome is, I will not complain. I do wish z'em luck.
Delia smiles as her eyes go back to the pond below. She takes in a deep, relaxing breath as she watches the ripples from the fish within spreading out. She seems very much at peace, but Delia Darling is an expert at luring people into believing what she wants them to believe. There is only one way to know for sure...
[*Fade*]
