Post by Delikado on Aug 8, 2012 16:00:32 GMT -4
OOC: So this was the original RP I was going to post this week but decided I didn't like. I didn't want to outright erase it though, and I refused to reuse the idea of it later in an RP against someone else, because it's focused on Noble and the gang to the point of being impossible to just swap out other characters for, so I present it now for your amusement...or maybe your shameful expressions, I dunno...<_< If anything just view it as an alternative story point to this week's match. 
I also learned today that Delikado and Kylie cannot share the same scene; colors are waaaaay too similar looking.
Anaheim, California[/u]
Ewan Jakeway: The Overdrive Champion Delikado is commanding that Noble-Hart bestow upon his Cuban self the highest amount of publicity and fame leading into the Six-Man Tag match this week. Any “Nobledrive” feed must directly link into Deli Tee Vee feed, so that they share the viewership.
The scene opens to find Jakeway sitting at a table within a refined restaurant. Opposite of him sits the innocent, smiling Kylie Demens. A man in a dark shirt, brandishing the APW logo, sits on the far end of the table with a clipboard and pen, seemingly to scribble down any deals made in this meeting between the representatives of Noble-Hart and Delikado/Deli Tee Vee. Kylie just shrugs as she playfully toys with a bracelet around her wrist.
Kylie Demens: Fine.
The APW representative pens down funds, nodding his head.
Jakeway: The three-hundred-and-fifty members of Deli Tee Vee must be granted living quarters in the finest condos of Anaheim, free of charge on their end.
APW Representative: Now *that* comes from monetary efforts made by the APW and President Jeff, not just Noble-Hart or CJ Gates.
Kylie turns to the representative and giggles softly.
Kylie: Didn’t you hear about what this Cuban did in Fargo? Heh, he’s a silly little madman…
Jakeway: Is that you saying “yes” then, Miss Demens…?
Kylie tilts her head to Jakeway, still smiling the entire time with a creepy, off-putting niceness about her. She cups her hands together and holds them to her chin.
Kylie: Sure. Why not? No big deal.
Jakeway pauses and stares at the APW representative filling in for President Jeff this evening as he considers continuing with the rest of the terms.
Jakeway: Delikado also commands that he be paid eight-hundred-thousand dollars in order to fuel his continued efforts as Overdrive Champion.
The representative does a spit-take, electing a fit of giggles from Kylie and a cocked eyebrow from Jakeway, who expected no less. As the representative dabs his mouth off with a napkin, he scoffs in disbelief.
Representative: Will the man at least KISS us first? Maybe buy these poor bastards a flower at least? Jeebus…
Kylie: Okay, he can have that. No problem, heh-heh! Just money after all!
The representative turns his head and widens his eyes in horror at Kylies’ willingness to just fork over everything Delikado is asking.
Representative: M-M-Miss Demens, you are actually FINE with p-paying Delikado to fight your clients?!
Kylie: Hey, did you or did you not hear about Fargo? Like, for real, nobody wants to see that again, so whatever keeps that babbling in the third-person moron from badgering my hubby Noble when he’s got other, more important things on his mind is for the good of, well, everyone. Besides, we all know Kurt’s net worth is triple—no— QUADRUPLE what’s being asked! He’ll make it back in a week, no questions.
Kylie happily sips from a glass of water and turns to Jakeway, fiddling with her hair as she smiles at him. The representative begrudgingly writes down the funds that have been added so far.
Representative: To be fair, ma’am, a repeat of Fargo is starting to sound like an artistic vision of—
Kylie: No! No! NO!![/i][/color]
Kylie repeatedly slams her fists down on the table like a child throwing a temper tantrum, knocking over glasses and attracting looks from other people eating nearby. Kylie flashes the people a dirty look before blowing her hair out of her face with a short, angry breath of air. She snaps at the representative.
Kylie: Why are you even HERE?! Like, oh-em-gee, I’m not even kidding, you’re just deadweight.
Jakeway: If I may, Miss Demens, there is one more demand Delikado has made…
Kylie spins around after chewing out the representative and smiles immediately at Jakeway as if nothing happened just now.
Kylie: Okey dokey.
Jakeway: The Overdrive Champion commands to be given “guests” from the “inner, personal circle” of each and every opponent he faces this week. That means Noble…
Kylie bites her lower lip in thought for a few moments before leaning forward to face the masked man.
Kylie: You want Medea?
Jakeway: Well I can’t—
Kylie: You can have her then.
Jakeway exchanges odd looks with the representative as Kylie fixes her hair in a spoon’s reflection. Neither can believe how quickly and easily Miss Demens just handed off a hostage to Delikado and his crew. Jakeway clears his throat before continuing.
Jakeway: That means Hart as well.
Kylie inhales and taps her chin lightly.
Kylie: You can have Amy. She’s practically Chris’ gal-pal. That “inner circle” enough for ya?
Representative: Are you sure you should be bartering off Noble’s wife like she’s—
Kylie: I’m sorry, who are you? See, Kurt’s THE Undisputed Champion, and that makes him the greatest among the greatest of greats. Furthermore *I* am the best friend and manager of this wonderful man, and so that entitles me to make the best decisions I feel he’d make if he were here himself. Noble would always put the match, the people, and being APW’s aura of perfection as Champion before anything, before he’d let personal problems stand in his way, so if that means letting “Mrs.” Noble ride along with his opponents for one week, then I say that’s a pretty fair deal if it means he can focus on the match and his goals ahead! Besides, Amanda’s injured and just sleeps all day anyway. Hardly the trooper attitude, and HARDLY the supportive nature her better half needs if you ask me….So really, just take her off all our hands for the week, puh-lease.
An awkward, and even tense, silence passes through the table for a few moments before Jakeway leans back in his chair and nods in understanding—if not a little fear—of Kylie’s attitude. Kylie just smiles as she sways back and forth, chewing on some bread now. Jakeway looks amazed at this transaction while the APW representative shakes his head in equal amazement, if not revulsion.
Representative: Ok then, Miss Demens. You’ve just handed over human lives and APW resources to a virtual wrestling terrorist…but hey, at least lunch is here…
Indeed a waiter has now brought by the food the three ordered before things started, and he begins to set it down before each person while all three share respectably different facial expressions. Kylie’s face is relaxed and happy, Jakeway is content if not unsettled, and the APW representative is utterly disdainful and bitterly sarcastic. As the representative digs into his lobster, he glances up at Jakeway, who has settled on a simple sandwich.
Representative: You know there’s a definite stink of ingenuity and greed behind all this, Ewan Jakeway. Not the sort I’d expect of that Cuban psychopath, but perhaps more of a….news media ratings whore who hides his face.
With a cynical look the APW stand-in stares at Jakeway, who dabs the mouth-hole of his mask and exhales deeply.
Jakeway: You ever been a witness to TRUE madness, Mr. APW-Man? The kind that rejects sense and logic, but is still very much a danger to all that stands before it?
The man smiles at Jakeway as Kylie tweets on her pink cell-phone, oblivious to the engaging conversation of her table guests. The APW representative nods in salute as he grips his wine glass.
Representative: I see. Then let us raise our glasses and drink to the antithesis of professional wrestling:
He holds up his glass to Jakeway, who does the same.
Representative: Lawless brawling.
Both men knock their glasses together and sip before returning to what ends up being a quiet meal in comparison to the loud showings before…
One Day Later[/u]
Delikado, walking ahead with the Overdrive Championship firmly locked around his sexy waist, marches ahead of his Deli Tee Vee staff, who are exiting their vehicles and jumping off bikes and dismounting ponies with dragon tattoos on their rumps. The vast armada of Da BAWSE’s “entertainment empire” head to the gates of a nice condo that is nestled by the waterside as Kylie Demens, Ewan Jakeway, and the APW Representative stand ahead at the door, as if to welcome the party. While Delikado and his gang of fun-loving crazies move toward the condo, Kylie leans toward Jakeway with a smile.
Kylie: You know, masked man, I’ve heard a little rumor that your news program is going to fire you for having gone rogue, with all that’s happened recently…
Jakeway: Really? How fun, as I’ve heard that YOU might be in for some troubles as well in the future, Miss Kylie.
Kylie’s smile lowers a bit as she turns to Jakeway with a lifted eyebrow.
Kylie: Like, what do you mean…?
Jakeway nods as he faces the approaching Overdrive Champion and his army of staffers.
Jakeway: Well, word is all of Nobledrive itself could be squandered and forced out of its slot for something more feasible if this entire week’s program goes forward as the prize you’ve made it out to be for Delikado…
A devious light passes through Kylie’s eyes as she throws her hair back.
Kylie: Nice to know…..but you should know that Kurt Noble and Kylie Demens don’t hand out free prizes…
Kylie walks forward to the front of the condo, on the outside steps to greet Delikado personally. When the Overdrive Champion sees her he immediately stops and strokes his title belt, a pleasant smile passing his Cuban features.
Kylie: Hey Delikado, nice to meet ya! Kylie Demens here, on behalf of the APW Undisputed Champion of the WORLD. Welcome to the house of Nobledrive.
She extends her hand to Delikado, who pauses before accepting the hand and kissing it gently to a fake giggle from Kylie.
Kylie: Before we, like, get underway and I let you and your crew settle down for the evening, I need to let you know that some minor issues have crept up on us for those term thingys of yours.
Delikado: Go on…
Kylie: Weeeellll…turns out the whole “Nobledrive sharing its viewership with Deli Tee Vee” agreement can only be made physically and literally possible if the viewership is joint on BOTH sides, meaning whatever Deli Tee Vee makes, Nobledrive will make as well for this week. It’s a lotta technical mumbo jumbo that I’m SURE you’d rather not waste time listening to when there’s champagne and hookers upstairs in your room.
Delikado weighs on this change momentarily before nodding in agreement.
Delikado: Yes, Delikado has no time to waste on such “mumbo jumbo.”
Kylie: Also as it turns out, your staffing privileges are only accessible in this city if a balance of one-million-dollars is applied into our accounts, since Nobledrive has a prominent contract in California.
Delikado: Then get it. Delikado needs his staff for stuff, amusing stuff.
Kylie: Ooooh, see I’d totally LOVE to do that, but the contract states the money has to come from YOUR accounts in the transaction. It’s all legal mumbo jumbo that I’m SURE you don’t wanna hear about what with the Smart-Car-Monster-Truck rally starting in five minutes. There’s even CAKE!
Delikado: Hells yeah, Delikado LOVES cake! One million dollars, ya say? Hmmm…
The Cuban turns to Ron Reynolds who is standing a few feet away.
Delikado: Ron, you mentioned having some sort of Harvard college fund set up for your kids. How much money’s in that?
Ron Reynolds: Oh, bout fifty-seven-hundred-thousand. Why?
Delikado: Well drain it and give the money to this little lady’s account so we can get out of here to go get some cake and see car/truck/hybrid destruction.
Ron Reynolds: But…I don’t wanna do that—
Delikado: DO IT RON REYNOLDS, OR DELIKADO WILL BURN DOWN HARVARD AND YOU’LL HAVE NOTHING TO PUT THAT MONEY INTO!!!!
Ron Reynolds grimly turns his head away, muttering in annoyance, while Delikado turns to his girlfriend Ariel Hassle and takes her hand.
Delikado: Ariel, Delikado’s sweet Ariel, you remember how Delikado said he was gonna give you a child and grant you, like, a lot of money to buy baby shit? How much was that?
Ariel Hassle: Seventy-nine-hundred-thousand. Why…..?
Delikado: Uhhhh, yeah, Delikado kinda-sorta despises children with a passion, so you’re gonna have to give me that money back, ASAP. That means now.
Ariel: But…but I stopped using the pill. I think I might even be pregnant already! We’ll need the money!
Delikado: Heh-heh-heh, well you better give me my money or that baby fetus is going in a lit cannon as the baaaaalll….
Ariel gasps in horror as Delikado kisses her on the forehead and sends her off to retrieve the money he gave her. The Cuban looks back to Kylie and smiles.
Delikado: Okay, so that all adds up to…..to….ah fuck it, you can have whatever it is out of good fortune, from Delikado to you, tightbutt.
Kylie: Awwww, you’re so sweeeet! Well, enjoy your visit!
Delikado: And YOU enjoy Delikado beating your clients into pieces! See ya!
Delikado motions for his gang to follow him inside the condo and they all proceed to move in-doors. All except Sofia, who stops alongside the grinning Kylie with a coy grin of her own.
Sofia Monzón: You know, you’re lucky Delikado’s gullible to the point of mental retardation when his mind is elsewhere, added to the fact he doesn’t listen to anyone. I mean what with you making HIM pay YOU more money, that whole spill on “viewership sharing”, it’s nice, really. Furthermore I KNOW this condo is set to be torn down in the morning—a little surprise from this “rented out building”--and I ALSO know that you used Delikado’s lack of knowledge on his opponents’ allies to trick him into acquiring…well…NOT the hostages you agreed to send…
Kylie: Aww, you mean you didn’t like my Medea?
Sofia: Well, there WAS a “Medea”, but, uh, there’s a difference between that old bat Noble worked with and a black man in drag. Then there was giving us a lady in a hospital bed who couldn’t be moved out of her room for the next week. Very crafty.
Sofia chuckles softly before getting eye to eye with Kylie.
Sofia: You won with the trickery this time, but know your place. There’s room for only one manipulative Queen Bitch in APW, little girl, and I’m gonna be the one holding that position. You will NOT ruin Delikado’s rise to glory for me. Now take this back to your boys and tell them you just bought them a whole new level of Hell to live through when this week’s done…
Without warning, Sofia gives Kylie a little peck on the lips and keeps walking. Kylie quickly wipes her mouth off and checks her lipstick in a small mirror before glaring at Sofia with a batshit look in her eyes as we sharply cut to black.[/font][/size]
I also learned today that Delikado and Kylie cannot share the same scene; colors are waaaaay too similar looking.
"The Invasion Makes Its Mark on Noble-Hart(& Gates)”
[/color][/font][/center]Anaheim, California[/u]
Ewan Jakeway: The Overdrive Champion Delikado is commanding that Noble-Hart bestow upon his Cuban self the highest amount of publicity and fame leading into the Six-Man Tag match this week. Any “Nobledrive” feed must directly link into Deli Tee Vee feed, so that they share the viewership.
The scene opens to find Jakeway sitting at a table within a refined restaurant. Opposite of him sits the innocent, smiling Kylie Demens. A man in a dark shirt, brandishing the APW logo, sits on the far end of the table with a clipboard and pen, seemingly to scribble down any deals made in this meeting between the representatives of Noble-Hart and Delikado/Deli Tee Vee. Kylie just shrugs as she playfully toys with a bracelet around her wrist.
Kylie Demens: Fine.
The APW representative pens down funds, nodding his head.
Jakeway: The three-hundred-and-fifty members of Deli Tee Vee must be granted living quarters in the finest condos of Anaheim, free of charge on their end.
APW Representative: Now *that* comes from monetary efforts made by the APW and President Jeff, not just Noble-Hart or CJ Gates.
Kylie turns to the representative and giggles softly.
Kylie: Didn’t you hear about what this Cuban did in Fargo? Heh, he’s a silly little madman…
Jakeway: Is that you saying “yes” then, Miss Demens…?
Kylie tilts her head to Jakeway, still smiling the entire time with a creepy, off-putting niceness about her. She cups her hands together and holds them to her chin.
Kylie: Sure. Why not? No big deal.
Jakeway pauses and stares at the APW representative filling in for President Jeff this evening as he considers continuing with the rest of the terms.
Jakeway: Delikado also commands that he be paid eight-hundred-thousand dollars in order to fuel his continued efforts as Overdrive Champion.
The representative does a spit-take, electing a fit of giggles from Kylie and a cocked eyebrow from Jakeway, who expected no less. As the representative dabs his mouth off with a napkin, he scoffs in disbelief.
Representative: Will the man at least KISS us first? Maybe buy these poor bastards a flower at least? Jeebus…
Kylie: Okay, he can have that. No problem, heh-heh! Just money after all!
The representative turns his head and widens his eyes in horror at Kylies’ willingness to just fork over everything Delikado is asking.
Representative: M-M-Miss Demens, you are actually FINE with p-paying Delikado to fight your clients?!
Kylie: Hey, did you or did you not hear about Fargo? Like, for real, nobody wants to see that again, so whatever keeps that babbling in the third-person moron from badgering my hubby Noble when he’s got other, more important things on his mind is for the good of, well, everyone. Besides, we all know Kurt’s net worth is triple—no— QUADRUPLE what’s being asked! He’ll make it back in a week, no questions.
Kylie happily sips from a glass of water and turns to Jakeway, fiddling with her hair as she smiles at him. The representative begrudgingly writes down the funds that have been added so far.
Representative: To be fair, ma’am, a repeat of Fargo is starting to sound like an artistic vision of—
Kylie: No! No! NO!![/i][/color]
Kylie repeatedly slams her fists down on the table like a child throwing a temper tantrum, knocking over glasses and attracting looks from other people eating nearby. Kylie flashes the people a dirty look before blowing her hair out of her face with a short, angry breath of air. She snaps at the representative.
Kylie: Why are you even HERE?! Like, oh-em-gee, I’m not even kidding, you’re just deadweight.
Jakeway: If I may, Miss Demens, there is one more demand Delikado has made…
Kylie spins around after chewing out the representative and smiles immediately at Jakeway as if nothing happened just now.
Kylie: Okey dokey.
Jakeway: The Overdrive Champion commands to be given “guests” from the “inner, personal circle” of each and every opponent he faces this week. That means Noble…
Kylie bites her lower lip in thought for a few moments before leaning forward to face the masked man.
Kylie: You want Medea?
Jakeway: Well I can’t—
Kylie: You can have her then.
Jakeway exchanges odd looks with the representative as Kylie fixes her hair in a spoon’s reflection. Neither can believe how quickly and easily Miss Demens just handed off a hostage to Delikado and his crew. Jakeway clears his throat before continuing.
Jakeway: That means Hart as well.
Kylie inhales and taps her chin lightly.
Kylie: You can have Amy. She’s practically Chris’ gal-pal. That “inner circle” enough for ya?
Representative: Are you sure you should be bartering off Noble’s wife like she’s—
Kylie: I’m sorry, who are you? See, Kurt’s THE Undisputed Champion, and that makes him the greatest among the greatest of greats. Furthermore *I* am the best friend and manager of this wonderful man, and so that entitles me to make the best decisions I feel he’d make if he were here himself. Noble would always put the match, the people, and being APW’s aura of perfection as Champion before anything, before he’d let personal problems stand in his way, so if that means letting “Mrs.” Noble ride along with his opponents for one week, then I say that’s a pretty fair deal if it means he can focus on the match and his goals ahead! Besides, Amanda’s injured and just sleeps all day anyway. Hardly the trooper attitude, and HARDLY the supportive nature her better half needs if you ask me….So really, just take her off all our hands for the week, puh-lease.
An awkward, and even tense, silence passes through the table for a few moments before Jakeway leans back in his chair and nods in understanding—if not a little fear—of Kylie’s attitude. Kylie just smiles as she sways back and forth, chewing on some bread now. Jakeway looks amazed at this transaction while the APW representative shakes his head in equal amazement, if not revulsion.
Representative: Ok then, Miss Demens. You’ve just handed over human lives and APW resources to a virtual wrestling terrorist…but hey, at least lunch is here…
Indeed a waiter has now brought by the food the three ordered before things started, and he begins to set it down before each person while all three share respectably different facial expressions. Kylie’s face is relaxed and happy, Jakeway is content if not unsettled, and the APW representative is utterly disdainful and bitterly sarcastic. As the representative digs into his lobster, he glances up at Jakeway, who has settled on a simple sandwich.
Representative: You know there’s a definite stink of ingenuity and greed behind all this, Ewan Jakeway. Not the sort I’d expect of that Cuban psychopath, but perhaps more of a….news media ratings whore who hides his face.
With a cynical look the APW stand-in stares at Jakeway, who dabs the mouth-hole of his mask and exhales deeply.
Jakeway: You ever been a witness to TRUE madness, Mr. APW-Man? The kind that rejects sense and logic, but is still very much a danger to all that stands before it?
The man smiles at Jakeway as Kylie tweets on her pink cell-phone, oblivious to the engaging conversation of her table guests. The APW representative nods in salute as he grips his wine glass.
Representative: I see. Then let us raise our glasses and drink to the antithesis of professional wrestling:
He holds up his glass to Jakeway, who does the same.
Representative: Lawless brawling.
Both men knock their glasses together and sip before returning to what ends up being a quiet meal in comparison to the loud showings before…
(o)(o)(o)(o)(o)(o)
One Day Later[/u]
Delikado, walking ahead with the Overdrive Championship firmly locked around his sexy waist, marches ahead of his Deli Tee Vee staff, who are exiting their vehicles and jumping off bikes and dismounting ponies with dragon tattoos on their rumps. The vast armada of Da BAWSE’s “entertainment empire” head to the gates of a nice condo that is nestled by the waterside as Kylie Demens, Ewan Jakeway, and the APW Representative stand ahead at the door, as if to welcome the party. While Delikado and his gang of fun-loving crazies move toward the condo, Kylie leans toward Jakeway with a smile.
Kylie: You know, masked man, I’ve heard a little rumor that your news program is going to fire you for having gone rogue, with all that’s happened recently…
Jakeway: Really? How fun, as I’ve heard that YOU might be in for some troubles as well in the future, Miss Kylie.
Kylie’s smile lowers a bit as she turns to Jakeway with a lifted eyebrow.
Kylie: Like, what do you mean…?
Jakeway nods as he faces the approaching Overdrive Champion and his army of staffers.
Jakeway: Well, word is all of Nobledrive itself could be squandered and forced out of its slot for something more feasible if this entire week’s program goes forward as the prize you’ve made it out to be for Delikado…
A devious light passes through Kylie’s eyes as she throws her hair back.
Kylie: Nice to know…..but you should know that Kurt Noble and Kylie Demens don’t hand out free prizes…
Kylie walks forward to the front of the condo, on the outside steps to greet Delikado personally. When the Overdrive Champion sees her he immediately stops and strokes his title belt, a pleasant smile passing his Cuban features.
Kylie: Hey Delikado, nice to meet ya! Kylie Demens here, on behalf of the APW Undisputed Champion of the WORLD. Welcome to the house of Nobledrive.
She extends her hand to Delikado, who pauses before accepting the hand and kissing it gently to a fake giggle from Kylie.
Kylie: Before we, like, get underway and I let you and your crew settle down for the evening, I need to let you know that some minor issues have crept up on us for those term thingys of yours.
Delikado: Go on…
Kylie: Weeeellll…turns out the whole “Nobledrive sharing its viewership with Deli Tee Vee” agreement can only be made physically and literally possible if the viewership is joint on BOTH sides, meaning whatever Deli Tee Vee makes, Nobledrive will make as well for this week. It’s a lotta technical mumbo jumbo that I’m SURE you’d rather not waste time listening to when there’s champagne and hookers upstairs in your room.
Delikado weighs on this change momentarily before nodding in agreement.
Delikado: Yes, Delikado has no time to waste on such “mumbo jumbo.”
Kylie: Also as it turns out, your staffing privileges are only accessible in this city if a balance of one-million-dollars is applied into our accounts, since Nobledrive has a prominent contract in California.
Delikado: Then get it. Delikado needs his staff for stuff, amusing stuff.
Kylie: Ooooh, see I’d totally LOVE to do that, but the contract states the money has to come from YOUR accounts in the transaction. It’s all legal mumbo jumbo that I’m SURE you don’t wanna hear about what with the Smart-Car-Monster-Truck rally starting in five minutes. There’s even CAKE!
Delikado: Hells yeah, Delikado LOVES cake! One million dollars, ya say? Hmmm…
The Cuban turns to Ron Reynolds who is standing a few feet away.
Delikado: Ron, you mentioned having some sort of Harvard college fund set up for your kids. How much money’s in that?
Ron Reynolds: Oh, bout fifty-seven-hundred-thousand. Why?
Delikado: Well drain it and give the money to this little lady’s account so we can get out of here to go get some cake and see car/truck/hybrid destruction.
Ron Reynolds: But…I don’t wanna do that—
Delikado: DO IT RON REYNOLDS, OR DELIKADO WILL BURN DOWN HARVARD AND YOU’LL HAVE NOTHING TO PUT THAT MONEY INTO!!!!
Ron Reynolds grimly turns his head away, muttering in annoyance, while Delikado turns to his girlfriend Ariel Hassle and takes her hand.
Delikado: Ariel, Delikado’s sweet Ariel, you remember how Delikado said he was gonna give you a child and grant you, like, a lot of money to buy baby shit? How much was that?
Ariel Hassle: Seventy-nine-hundred-thousand. Why…..?
Delikado: Uhhhh, yeah, Delikado kinda-sorta despises children with a passion, so you’re gonna have to give me that money back, ASAP. That means now.
Ariel: But…but I stopped using the pill. I think I might even be pregnant already! We’ll need the money!
Delikado: Heh-heh-heh, well you better give me my money or that baby fetus is going in a lit cannon as the baaaaalll….
Ariel gasps in horror as Delikado kisses her on the forehead and sends her off to retrieve the money he gave her. The Cuban looks back to Kylie and smiles.
Delikado: Okay, so that all adds up to…..to….ah fuck it, you can have whatever it is out of good fortune, from Delikado to you, tightbutt.
Kylie: Awwww, you’re so sweeeet! Well, enjoy your visit!
Delikado: And YOU enjoy Delikado beating your clients into pieces! See ya!
Delikado motions for his gang to follow him inside the condo and they all proceed to move in-doors. All except Sofia, who stops alongside the grinning Kylie with a coy grin of her own.
Sofia Monzón: You know, you’re lucky Delikado’s gullible to the point of mental retardation when his mind is elsewhere, added to the fact he doesn’t listen to anyone. I mean what with you making HIM pay YOU more money, that whole spill on “viewership sharing”, it’s nice, really. Furthermore I KNOW this condo is set to be torn down in the morning—a little surprise from this “rented out building”--and I ALSO know that you used Delikado’s lack of knowledge on his opponents’ allies to trick him into acquiring…well…NOT the hostages you agreed to send…
Kylie: Aww, you mean you didn’t like my Medea?
Sofia: Well, there WAS a “Medea”, but, uh, there’s a difference between that old bat Noble worked with and a black man in drag. Then there was giving us a lady in a hospital bed who couldn’t be moved out of her room for the next week. Very crafty.
Sofia chuckles softly before getting eye to eye with Kylie.
Sofia: You won with the trickery this time, but know your place. There’s room for only one manipulative Queen Bitch in APW, little girl, and I’m gonna be the one holding that position. You will NOT ruin Delikado’s rise to glory for me. Now take this back to your boys and tell them you just bought them a whole new level of Hell to live through when this week’s done…
Without warning, Sofia gives Kylie a little peck on the lips and keeps walking. Kylie quickly wipes her mouth off and checks her lipstick in a small mirror before glaring at Sofia with a batshit look in her eyes as we sharply cut to black.[/font][/size]
