How I Met Your Retained Overdrive Title

[Delikado]

Some-Kinda-Something-Productions presents
B O S S
Episode 14 – “How I Met Your Retained Overdrive Title”

The Year 2437

The scene opens with a shot of two children sitting on a regular day, in a regular time that everyone can relate to. One child, the boy, is black, and his sister is white, and everyone’s totally cool with it by this time. Even the South. Okay, still not the South, but it’s whatev! The two children of differing races stare ahead as an unseen person addresses them, in a voice akin to that of Sean Connery.

Kids, today your Papa-Kado is gonna tell you the most amazing, history-changing story there ever was. Ever. It’s the story….of how Delikado retained the APW Overdrive Championship for the second time.

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The children stare ahead with emotionless looks.

What? That’s how it goes! Don’tchu stare at me like that, you little flamflobbers! Don’t make me tell you the story of how we almost aborted you with duct tape and a trip to Space-SeaWorld!

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Los Angeles, California[/u]

Delikado is staring at his reflection in the mirror, a calm, yet slightly bitter look on his face.

Delikado: This is fucking bullshit. Four other guys, five including the guy who matters—me—and yet he allows all those other IDIOTS to fight later, while I gotta share the ring and the opening bell with Mark Mania?! Screw Mark Mania! He won’t even last past the third ring of the bell in my wrestling ring. FACT! Oh, and they all think they’re soooooo clever and cute, mouthing off, destroying my set, then attacking me not once, but TWICE in the night! Probably all ganged together with Jeff to screw me over, and bully me into this convoluted trite. All the fucking nerve of those HEELS! Those GRAVE-DIGGING-HUMP-GROVELING-EGOMANIAC-SNUFFS! They say *Delikado* brings no respect or valor to the Overdrive Championship, then the “challengers” act like their respective, shit-licking, classless selves! There’s a word or two for these guys; for Mania, Gates, Saint, Craven, all of em, and it goes like THIS:

Hypocrites, cowards, incompetents, snakes in the grass, and liars the likes of which you’d never expect to see be called the “good guys” at any time.

They’re evil, monsters, all of em! This match coulda been something before everyone put their fucking noses in it, tainted the SHIT out of my defense, that’s what they’re doing! And all of Overdrive—no, ALL of APW suffers for this cocking baloney! It’s California, LA, where the FUCK is Jack Bauer to assist Delikado in fighting off this…this…TERRORISM!? They expect Delikado to look at this and NOT see favoritism?! Not see a ploy? Not see attempted robbery and ass-rape that’s calling taking Delikado’s title?! They can’t assess SHIT! Delikado went back and looked the tapes, replayed all their WORDS—and what are words anyway?! Fuck words! Anyway, Delikado watched and listened to their “comments” and each time he had to just pause the video, lower his head, and shake it in disapproval while covering the Overdrive title, hiding it from the shame and black stigma that is my opponents fighting for it, and trying to sway the people of APW to their sides. This belt could die and roll over in its grave in an instant by hearing what they had to say, those FOOLS!

You know what? This ain’t a defense! It’s E-Catraz all over again! A fight, a fight to the fucking END! And while everyone else in the match is coming with the weapon of ideas, fists, and finishing moves, Delikado’s coming with the shank of his WRATH! The blade of a pissed off Cuban who will cut their dicks off and wear them along with his Overdrive Championship when the night is over! They’re mouthing, and probably will until the very end, so Delikado will cut those off too! Delikado’s never worn mouths around his neck that weren’t ladies as they took a detour to my junk, but he’ll make an exception when it involves BRUTALIZING those asshat title-hungry man-sluts!

They’re probably all sitting on the roofs of their houses, looking up at the moon and the stars, wishing and praying and hoping that the stars and planets fucking align and reward them for their efforts—more like their sabotage of their own company by robbing it of its greatest Champion EVER! They commission and plan such futures for themselves in a very different reality than what Delikado will allow come fighting time! It’s “Awful Pussy Wrasslin” we’re looking to if this Overdrive title goes to ANY of those dickwheels! APW hasn’t betrayed me, it’s just been deceived dishonestly, so Delikado is the second one to have to fight in the match. But we will turn around this in our favor, leave em with a whole fucking BIRD’S NEST of eggs on their faces, forcing either retirement or SELF-DEATH on those rats! Title, we knew it wouldn’t be easy, Delikado retaining you and all. So into the fucking GROUND we’ll send those four men, lest we ourselves head there first. But know, world, that if Delikado and his title reign die, so does the entire WORLD mere seconds later! Truly a GOLDEN FACT! AMONG FACTS! that they’re the most lifeless, top-tier abominable, self- whore-mastering homophiles that Delikado has EVER had to share a title defense—NO, a RING with!!!!!!!!!

Delikado was in a bit of a mood after those four asshats ruined his special segment on the previous Overdrive. Oh, you forgot who they are? Well, history has it their names were CJ Gates, Mark Mania, Keaton Saint, and—actually, it doesn’t matter who they were! They’re all dead now! But yeah, Delikado was some kinda peeved at those nega-boners, and with his upcoming Overdrive title defense at Shockwave just on the horizon, it was time to focus! Time to prepare for action! Time to take matters up a notch in the appropriate manner a TRUE Champion should!

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The Cuban slowly lowers his head down and can be heard snorting savagely as a splashing sound is heard. He then lifts his face back into the mirror, revealing what looks like blue paint speckled on his nose tip. Off to the side stands his media whore-ratings-mongering sidekick Ewan Jakeway, who has his hands folded behind his back as he weighs in on the topic.

Ewan Jakeway: Well, at least that means that your winning would secure an ultimate claim of dominance, and it would legitimize your holding of the Overdrive title. President Jeff’s choice speaks volumes that I’m sure your Cuban self will be able to capitalize on.

Delikado snorts again and shakes his head violently, blubbering and splashing paint molecules all over the place. He promptly wipes his face off on an intern’s shirt and grabs his Overdrive Championship off a nearby pedestal. He rubs it almost sensually as he fastens it to his sexy waist. The Cuban’s bitterness retains itself, even in the face of the favoritism Jakeway gave him.

Delikado: Ever since Delikado earned this belt, it’s been one bitch after another being all…..bitchy. Getting in Delikado’s way, crying about their problems and awkwardness and unwillingness to accept FACTS! FACTS! like Delikado is—and WILL REMAIN—the Overdrive Champion of the World! Not just the APW World, but the WRESTLING World! No other champion will come close, not on Delikado’s fucking watch! But nobody seems to like that idea! Everyone’s got a better opinion and thought spewing outta their cock-sucking MOUTHS! Since this title came to belong to Delikado, since he took it upon himself to give the Overdrive title a rebirth of awesomeness and respectable glory, it’s just been one typical whiner after another. It’s sending the ratings spiraling all over the place like a junky…JUNK WHORE! I HATE IT, AND I WANNA BE *DONE* WITH IT!!

He turns to Jakeway, red in the face as he hollers.

Delikado: This past Overdrive was going smoothly, but then those selfish, narcissistic, dead-people-seeing, third-person-speaking IDIOTS had to go and send the whole evening sprawling in every-which-fucking way! No telling what the numbers will be this week! Will they be good? Will they be bad? We can’t freaking tell, that’s how horrible everyone was making it! Bringing their own microphones, trashing Delikado’s set—that’s the LAST time those punk fools get to be on Delikado’s show!

Jakeway: So…cancel any future showings for them on “Deli Tee Vee on TV”?

Delikado: Cancel their remaining future showings on APW[/i]! Starting with Shockwave! Starting NOW, even! Fuck ‘em all and fuck ‘em not treating the BAWSE with respect! I gave them everything—screen-time they didn’t earn to speak views that aren’t true by any means; Delikado refereed their god-awful Main Event match, which only got him ambushed by that little BALL-LICKER Mark Mania by the way; then, when Delikado delivers out FACTS! and JUSTICE, he’s rewarded by being mistreated by that Presi…NO! NO! Delikado REFUSES to call that little greasy-haired sack-a-weasels anything worthy of respect. He will pay in time, when Delikado is done retaining his title at Shockwave![/color]

Jakeway: What are you saying…?

Delikado grinds his hands together and scowls as he gets in Jakeway’s masked face.

Delikado: Delikado’s not SAYING, he’s TELLING you that after Shockwave, when Delikado has retained the Overdrive Championship, he’s going after Jeff! And not “President” Jeff, because he lost that role the moment he betrayed Delikado and the entire Overdrive society, but….GRUNT JEFF! Delikado’s gonna squash him and send him back to that lawless world he came from that makes him think he can screw with this Cuban entity of LIFE that is ME!

Jakeway: You’re gonna send Jeff to Canada? I didn’t know it was lawless.

Delikado rapidly pokes Jakeway on his nose, snarling angrily.

Delikado: Shut up! Already Delikado’s finding himself gaining migraines off of thinking of those other losers he has to waste his time fighting. Don’tchu try to complicate thinks by introducing geography and law. Those things are dead and gone, and Delikado’s invasion is going to burn it all up, right before he uses the ashes to smoke THE finest cigar EVER!

As this ranting goes down, the door opens and Sofia enters the room, leaning against the doorway in a casual fashion as she watches.

Delikado: If those chumps had all just followed along with the script Delikado gave to em, this entire match could be blowing over into something pleasant, and they could all be BOWING to Delikado’s superiority as he hoists the Overdrive title into the air, and thus elevates it to heights never seen or heard of! Whhhyyyyyyy must that chance be taken from them? They *all* benefit from Delikado being the top dog around here, because he only speaks FACTS! that benefit them. Delikado could see it:

Mark Mania actually got screen-time that wasn’t him consuming a whole buncha Jeffy balls! His time in APW was actually shown to have some ACTUAL meaning in its pitiful life for once by appearing on Delikado’s show!

Gates was being forced to talk about his dead family, it put things into perspective for that runt cowboy and is no doubt helping him come to grips with the idea that everyone died on purpose because they hate him!

And Saint? Why, when Delikado was there giving him good material to work off, the dude gave his finest work EVER! Sure, none of it was remotely accurate, and half of it was fantasy that could never come to pass…but it helped the dude out to be gifted with such an opportunity! It wasn’t about fantasy anymore, but ACTUALITY that Saint got to share a ring with his idol!

Same with Slade. You think people even HEARD of this dude prior to Delikado allowing him to come on-screen and share in the glory of me with the title belt? H-E-DOUBLE-FUCK NO! Any other bad, brainless host who brought on a guest like Craven woulda forgot about him already, but not Delikado! He remembers……………….stuff! Son of a BITCH, Delikado needs to get sober…

Delikado exhales heavily and walks across the room, grabbing a champagne bottle out of a saber-toothed tiger set-up that makes it look like the bottles are the tiger’s Maxillary canine teeth. He pops the cork off and drinks straight from the bottle. Pause.

Kids, you should always be sober when you’re talking about your enemies in a context that could later be meaningful for your title defenses. It’s the cool thing to do…*sound of cork popping off bottle, followed by drinking noises, and then a bottle shattering*

Unpause. Sofia folds her arms across her well-endowed chest.

Sofia Monzón: Now that you’ve pressed pause, I just thought you should know you have a guest downstairs.

Delikado stops drinking and slowly pours champagne over his head and down his neck, as if to cool himself off. He turns to Sofia with a half-interested look.

Delikado: What kind of guest? Did someone send Delikado a stripper? LA *does* possess some decent poon after all, the kind Delikado can use to imagine the faces of his enemies on as he fucks their shit up…in more ways than one…

Sofia cocks an eyebrow of revulsion as she shakes her head and looks away, responding coyly.

Sofia: No. But from what I’ve been told, it’s…interesting. A man is here, with a bunny rabbit he says can predict results.

Delikado turns his head with a wide-eyed ‘what the tom-fuckery-what?’ look on his stretching face.

Delikado: A result-predicting bunny rabbit? Do you want Delikado to lose his temper and kill everyone? Because he can have that done, one hour, no question. I AM a Champion after all, and Champions—

Sofia: Will you shut up? Damn it. Anyway, yes, a result-predicting bunny rabbit. Quite similar to that octopus that did all those World Cup picks a few years ago. Soccer or something. Like that, only he predicts wrestling matches. His record is ALLEGEDLY good…

Delikado: How good…?

Sofia shrugs at the question.

Sofia: The rabbit picked Terry Marvin to win Test for the Best.

Delikado: *scoff* Well if it wasn’t Delikado, then Marvin was the next LOGICAL pick…

Sofia: He’s called every single Michael Callahan defense.

Delikado: Ooooh, that IS pretty good…But stiiiilll…

Sofia: Rumor has it the rabbit even correctly guessed what Evan Envi was going to wear on the night he won the North American Championship…AND when he lost it.

Delikado claps his hands together in one might show.

Delikado: Sold.

Sofia: And the owner has brought the rabbit right to our doorstep.

Delikado licks his lips as he lowers his eyes, thinking.

Delikado: Hmmmm. Every good leader and Champion DOES take gambles…And this could be the ratings-grab maneuver we need to make up for the horrible results those “opponents” of mine gave last week.

Sofia: If you say so. From what I can tell though, the man who owns the rabbit is something of a “bunny whisperer” who translates and relays what the rabbit says through……..aw, hell, are we REALLY—

Delikado: SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH, SOFIA!! DELIKADO IS INTERESTED!!!

After he points and screams at Sofia and her bitchiness, Delikado downs the last of the champagne and spits it out on the floor. He runs both hands through his hair.

Delikado: Why can Delikado not have his own translator, Sofia…? It would make things SO much easier when dealing with Gates and Mania and the like, to say what Delikado needs to say, and then to have it spelled out like the A-B-C’s to those F-O-O-L-Z who dare challenge me! Why? Why does Delikado not have such an assistant?

Sofia: I don’t know.

Delikado shakes his head and turns to Jakeway.

Delikado: Ewan?

The masked man gives a heavy shrug of his shoulders as he tilts his head in wonder.

Jakeway: Well, I’d have liked to have thought I translated your words fairly well to the people of APW these past few weeks, Cuban Bawse. I have supported you to your victories each week, and I’ve attained you the prizes you demanded from APW shares and adversaries on a basis that’s unrivaled.

Delikado: So you are NOT on the level of a successful result-picking bunny. Great.

Jakeway hangs his head, not sure how to respond to such a claim. The Cuban waves a hand of little interest as he pulls a cigar from his pocket and bites down onto it.

Delikado: This battle has just begun, and even with all the might and knowledge and amazingness that Delikado possesses, that will surely lead him to conquest at the Pay-Per-View we are setting out toward…Delikado feels inclined to give the bunny its moment on the stand to praise Delikado, and lick his heavenly balls with elitism.

Jakeway and Sofia exchange physically ill looks as Delikado, who missed all that was wrong with that last statement, lights his cigar and chuckles with excitement.

Delikado: You two go and get Delikado’s meeting with this super bunny arranged.

Sofia slowly turns and walks out of the room.

Sofia: *mumbling* Oh god…..

She leaves and Jakeway follows after her, but not before looking back to the smoking Cuban, who is admiring himself and the Overdrive title in the mirror’s reflection.

Jakeway: You know, in regards to your opponents and the result at hand. I TRIED talking to them all over the weekend, to make them see the pros to your staying Champion, and even though I was afraid they’d all hurt me individually, I got the impression they knew what the score was. They know not to trifle with you come match-time.

Delikado inhales cigar smoke and then blows it out so that smoke festers around his face. His looks shows little to no interest in what his opponents have to offer or say at this point.

Delikado: *assertively* Bunny.

If Delikado had known prior what that bunny would do to him and his career, he probably never woulda gone down to meet it…

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One hour later[/u]

Delikado, with his top staff mates seated all around at the large table they are feasting at, looks toward the mysterious bunny rabbit brought to him. Pure white and a size of above average, the bunny is presently chewing on a taco shell as its owner smoothly glides his hand over the animal’s back. The owner, Graham Silas Apple, turns to Delikado.

Graham Silas Apple: My bunny and I are not used to socializing these predictions with a “Bawse”, your Cubaness. Though we have done predictions in APW before, they concerned cowboys, women, cripples, conflicted saints, Hall of Famers, drug addicts, and men of the main event status. I am sure you know personally of some of these people my bunny and I have been tasked to choose between. But it a Bawse like you, a Champion, a CUBAN…that we have not previously held the pleasure of including in our prediction leagues.

Delikado grabs hold of his champagne glass and snickers.

Delikado: Ah, so then Delikado is within a league of his own.

He laughs, electing a collected laugh from his crew all around the table. The Cuban then goes to down the last of his champagne and reach for more, when the bunny rabbit, who has stopped nibbling on the taco shell, hops forward and lands on his hand. GSA leans toward his animal associate, as if to listen to something.

GSA: Ha-ha, it seems Lionel wishes to get down to business. He wishes to keep things sober for the time being.

Delikado: But Delikado was going for sober…And WHY should Delikado be refraining from drinking anyway?

GSA: Because in order to properly decipher if your Cubaness is indeed the one who shall be victorious at Shockwave, successful in the defense of your Overdrive Championship, and even successful in your future life, he must have your complete focus. The bunny sees into your mind, and to a greater extent…your soul…when you are not plagued by the mind-numbing’s of alcohol.

Jakeway, who is eating a few chairs down, wears a skeptical look.

Jakeway: Quite complicated for a bunny that predicts winners and losers.

GSA: Perhaps. But this is how it has been done in the past when Lionel predicted the outcomes of previous matches. With the likes of Kurt Noble, Anthony Bailey, Level-One, and so on. Champions, challengers, even mystery arrivals, the bunny has a gift for the picking’s and choosing’s of the wrestling ring and its combatants.

GSA turns back to Delikado, who seems to be buying into the concept of this “special bunny”, as he looks at the fluffy critter with a hanging mouth and eyes of wonder.

GSA: Ever since he was born, Lionel could spot dominance.

Delikado: Neat.

GSA: Do you wish to test the bunny’s power on your title defense, then? It can put your frame of mind toward a match-up in a whole new light.

Delikado sets down his champagne glass and leans back in his chair, revealing the Overdrive Championship around his waist. He strokes the belt as he grins, embracing this idea. GSA nods in understanding and leans toward Lionel the Bunny, catching all of his bunny secrets of predictions and stuff.

GSA: Lionel tells me that he has seen…..a man enter the ring, and he is meeting four others in combat, for ultimate glory. For the Overdrive Championship.

Delikado: And is this man he sees the one who wins, or rather, *retains* the Overdrive Championship…?

GSA leans back toward Lionel as the rest of the staffers are now giving all their silent focus on the ritual as well. Lionel the bunny wipes his face with bow fluffy paws.

GSA: There is…a waist, that the Overdrive Championship is being locked around.

Delikado: Is it the waist of some butt-ugly shmuck who did not earn the belt unlike say…another waist of attractiveness and deserving? At the table now?

GSA: Lionel wouldn’t quite call it a schmuck’s waist.

Delikado: But is it a SEXY waist that the Overdrive Championship is being placed around?

Delikado grins, believing there to be only one sexy waist in the match. Some of his crew chuckle as they notice his expression.

GSA: It is…uncommon, unexpected, this waist.

Delikado: Interesting.

Delikado seems to be sold on what’s being fed to him from “the bunny”, as he looks down at it in a manner of amusement but also respect.

GSA: Hmmm. Lionel tells me that he feels a “package” that this figure brings, unlike his opponents. A mighty package.

Delikado: Ah! Ask the bunny to relay to Delikado just what this “package” is. He gotsta know!

GSA: Listen closely with your own two ears, Delikado, and you may very well catch a glimpse of the bunny’s message yourself! As the Champion defending your belt, I feel you have the right to hear the word of your match as well.

Delikado nods dumbly and leans toward the bunny as he shakes his head, flopping his cute ears through the air. The Cuban is briefly struck by the floppiness, but he does not mind as anticipation overtakes him.

GSA: The bunny….he is saying….that the package is……

Suddenly, Lionel takes a hop forward and GSA reaches down in a hurry, grasping Delikado’s crotch.

GSA: Like a set of BALLS!

Delikado leans back and covers his mouth in astonishment. He seems to miss the whole “strange dude grabbing his junk” thing.

Delikado: Hee-hee-heeee! Delikado has balls! Big ol balls too, unlike all those other half-sack “rivals” of mine.

Almost everyone at the table is laughing with Delikado, except for Jakeway who is visibly put off by his approval being rejected in favor of some weirdo and his “magic bunny” as they hold Delikado’s every piece of attention and wonder. That’s HIS job, is what Jakeway’s mask seems to relay.

Delikado: But what does the possessing of balls mean for Delikado’s match?

GSA: It means that the triumphant figure in this match will not only have the means to secure the Overdrive Championship around his waist, but he also brings a well-endowed future to APW itself. Whoever wins will bring about an age that is unprecedented to this company. It will spawn all sorts of wonders to behold, as a well-established set of balls does create life! The Overdrive Champion, no matter who he is, will make the post-Shockwave world alive, not just for his title or his division, but everyone. Even his competitors will prosper off his victory.

Delikado: Will his waist be sexy then?

GSA: It will be quite an attracting presence, this waist brings.

Delikado: So then it is beautiful, much like Delikado himself?

GSA: N-No…the figure Lionel sees as the Champion is NOT a man of beauty…

Everyone in the room goes silent in surprise as Delikado’s jaw drops and he tilts his head down at Lionel, his eyebrows arched upward in stunned disbelief.

Delikado: *emotionally hurt* Bunny…..nooooo….

The Apple Man frowns as he listens closer to Lionel’s “words”.

GSA: The bunny tells me that…that the man he predicts to be the Overdrive Champion after Shockwave is wise after many years of competing in this sport. He is aged from the spans of successes, and the pressures of having been a pristine Champion even before APW. Companies have even closed to either deny this man his championship gold, or to rip them from him, out of beliefs that the belt would never escape his grasp otherwise. The victor here is not beautiful, but it is not by *negative* context he appears so. The Overdrive Champion simply wields so much charm, so much bravery and boldness, the interest in what tomorrow will bring, that it goes above and beyond the physical limitations of the human body, thus denying him beauty, but granting him so much more.

Delikado seems quite entranced by these words relayed to him by GSA through the bunny. He lowers his eyes and silently strokes his Overdrive Championship, no longer smiling but instead focusing on the belt, nay, the match of his future, NAY AGAIN—his future in the APW! As the Bawse does this, Apple man takes out a bag of carrots from his pocket and sets them on the table.

GSA: And now…

He grabs five carrots and marks them each with a tiny, different-colored sticker, speaking as he does so.

GSA: The bunny will personify his prediction through carrots. Much like people they are, no?

Jakeway/Sofia: Seriously…?

Delikado flashes the two a quick, “shut the fuck up!” look before returning his gaze to Lionel and the marked carrots. GSA promptly pours champagne into a glass and passes it along to Delikado.

GSA: Be your honest self now, drink as the bunny predicts.

Delikado chuckles as he takes hold of the champagne glass. He continues to be quite taken by this bizarre affair at his table. Everyone watches Lionel sniff the carrots, but as a minute passes, he does nothing. Finally, the bunny seems to snub the carrots and maneuver elsewhere, back to the tacos.

GSA: He…he didn’t choose.

Delikado: But what does that mean? Does that mean the bunny sees something he cannot relay through the carrot-people? Are the likes of Carrot Gates or Carrot Mania or Carroton Saint or even Slade Carrot weighing him down in predictions? Is the winner of the Scramble match thus—

GSA: He is a wrestler who holds great personal power, your Cubaness. Admirable, giving to the people he shares the ring with, gracious for the opportunities he has been given. Far and beyond what a carrot can display, even when eaten by the bunny.

Jakeway sighs softly and looks down with a grim look on his features. These traits don’t sound they belong to the man he saw ravage Fargo a few weeks ago like a bully, among other uncomfortable horrors he has witnessed with the Cuban. Delikado, on the other hand, appears to look quite certain he matches these criteria the bunny speaks of.

Delikado: But…who is the man holding the title high by the end of the night? What is the name of the winner to this battle?

GSA grins as he looks up from Lionel.

GSA: “Everybody.”

Delikado: ………………..What?

GSA: Everybody wins from this match, your Cubaness! There is no defeat or negative outcome for this bout, just positives and treasures to be had for everybody connected to the APW.

Delikado: But…but does this mean there will be no warfare? The likes of which will splinter men into dust and kill their careers for crossing the most superior fighter there’s ever been…? That is most unfortunate.

GSA seems taken aback by Delikado’s expressed disappointment in the outcome announced.

GSA: You…you wish for there to be warfare? Violence? An end to the careers of one or more people you face?

Delikado chuckles as he downs an entire glass of champagne and licks his lips like a bloodthirsty hound.

Delikado: Fuck yeah. Delikado gets off to those things.

He tosses the champagne glass over his head casually, causing it to shatter behind them and make a point at the same time. GSA is somewhat nervously stroking his bunny as he watches the Cuban’s eyes burn brightly with a fiery passion.

Delikado: If you will, join us Apple Man and fairest bunny, when Delikado shows the world how he kicks up the warfare, and shifts the momentum into his side for a match. Tomorrow……Delikado and his forces will march onto the Staples Center, the home of Shockwave, and we feed not only the Overdrive Championship another notch of success in its straps, but also the very real doom of our opponents as we tarnish any and all hope they possess in disarming Delikado of his title.

Delikado chuckles ominously as GSA unintentionally squeezes Lionel too hard, causing the bunny to squeak and hop away, right into Delikado’s arms. The Cuban looks down at the animal, lifts it up to his face, and smiles.

Delikado: Delikado will show you a thing or two about REAL results, bunny...

He blabbers incoherently to the bunny as he rubs noses with it and laughs. Meanwhile, Jakeway downs his champagne as he realizes what these words mean for the Staples Center, and all who are at it when tomorrow arrives…[/size][/font]

To be continued...