GODZILLA SMASH!

[Delikado]

Some-Kinda-Something-Productions presents
B O S S
RABID EDITION
Episode 22 – “GODZILLA SMASH!”

Raymond Caravelle (voice): NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

This piercing wail from the whale of Caravelle greets us as it rings through the halls of the “Something LOUD and OBNOXIOUS” HQ building. Delikado is seen being brought into his bedroom by his girlfriend, Ariel Hassle, and he looks to be in an entirely different zone, almost oblivious to his surroundings, as he’s pushed in his wheelchair throne. Caravelle’s cries echo all the way from the gym where he’s being forced to exercise, indeed, a form of torture for the obese man.

Caravelle (voice): DON’T MAKE ME WORK OUT ANYMOOOOOORE! AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!

Ariel stops by Delikado’s bedside and the Cuban, clutching his Overdrive Championship, slowly rises from his wheelchair throne and slides onto the bed. Ariel starts to turn and leave with the chair when Delikado grabs her ass and she turns. He looks up to her with foggy eyes.

Delikado: Gimme some of that Hassle Assle.

Ariel says nothing as she lets go of the chair and walks across to the other side of the bed while Delikado unbuckles his pants and rests his head back on the pillows. Caravelle’s sobs and cries continue to ring loudly in the distance. Ariel walks over to a mini stereo and starts to turn on some music to set the mood when Delikado holds up his hand.

Delikado: Turn that crap off! We won’t be able to listen to the beautiful music otherwise…

Ariel turns the stereo off and slowly steps toward the bed with Delikado. She crawls up next to him as Delikado lies back and closes his eyes, grinning as sweat drips down his face. Ariel starts to kiss Delikado on the lips, but he takes her head and pushes it down toward his waist, to which Hassle doesn’t fight. Delikado exhales with pleasure as he takes in the moment.

Caravelle (voice): I’M GONNA DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE! TWO MILES IS ENOUGH! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Delikado: Mmmmmm…yeaaaah…that’s the stuff….

The camera zooms in on Delikado’s face as he licks his lips, holds his Overdrive Championship to his chest, and soaks in the atmosphere of his empire, and all the niceties that come with it…

Caravelle (voice): AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!

The scene cuts to black.

~Delikado’s Bedside Chronicles~

Ariel! Jeez, slow down, bitch! This ain’t a race! You ain’t got nowhere to go, now shut up and let me record! Aheeem….

Ring, ring. Hello, Operator? Yes, Delikado would like to report an accident. It seems our good friend Mark Mania has crashed and burned in all his hopes and dreams of ever defeating Delikado. Of course, what can you expect? That road he took was a one way road, no outlet, no chances to turn around except to use someone’s driveway, but all the driveways here carried landmines called “Delikado’s Wrath” that only made the situation worse for the vehicle of Marky’s career and title dreams. Yes, Delikado will wait. It’s not like Mark’s going anywhere. His condition’s not gonna be changing anytime soon. His fate is set in stone, and it always was when he started down the one way road of “Trying to Stop Delikado and Take His Overdrive Title Blvd”, across from “Never Gonna Happen Drive”. So sad, so sad, not really. He brought it on himself. You see, Operator, before he started down this road, Mark Mania recruited some friends, he cooked up a little plot of evil, and he decided to unleash the rabies on the patriots of APW. It was selfish, and a clear sign of Mark’s inability to win against yours truly, but it is what it is with desperate junkie failures like Mark Mania. You gotta take the chump with the change when you’re building an entertainment empire and bettering the wrestling world with your Overdrive Championship reign, and that splatter mark on the sidewalk here is as much a chump as I am a CHAMP. Goodbye.

Hello, morgue person, Delikado’s here to pick up the remains of the failed, lost Mark Mania. Let me just sign my name here. “Awesome”. That oughta do it. No, no, Delikado won’t need a casket with this piece of shit. Hell, he won’t even need a to-go bag. Delikado’s going to just drop him in this cage here, open and visible to the entire world, so they can see what a disgrace Mania has turned into in his feeble attempts to dethrone and rid the world of DA BAWSE! It also gives Mania’s eyes, if there’s any life left in those ugly, emotionless, always-bland pupils of his, the chance to gaze upon his Overdrive Champion as he wields his belt close and high in the air, a show of victory and general BADness from good ol Deli. It lets him see what he could never have, even in his most desperate attempts at glory and a career. Through the cage, Mark Mania will come to realize that his future was never to defeat Delikado and become Overdrive Champion. He’ll come to beam with joy at the understanding that he was always—ALWAYS—born to fall before Delikado, to lose and further the reign of Delikado. From there, the title would gain more pristine as its months under Delikado’s guidance turned to years, and eventually to millenniums. All along the way, APW would be better, transformed into THE best company that ever existed in wrestling. That’s just a pure, scientific, wicked FACT!, and Mark Mania finds comfort in spreading FACTS!, not LIES!

And so with his coming to grips with the actuality of his destiny, Mania will roll his decrypted, rotted, loser face up and look at Delikado through the cage bars. He’d grin, maybe shed a little tear and say, “Sniff…thank you, Delikado! Thank you for defeating me at One Night in Hell, retaining your Overdrive Championship, and skyrocketing APW into the history books in the greatest of ways, as only YOU are capable of, and not stupid me in my stupidness. Also, I’m sorry I gave you rabies. I’m just jealous. Oh, and one last thing, Rosa turned straight for you and wants your junk. Once more, you achieved something I, the dreadful Mark Mania, could never do in all my years of failure. I love you, Deli, as does everyone else in the world!” And Delikado’s response would be, “Thank you, Mark. While your words mean nothing to everyone, Delikado appreciates your attempts to utter something that isn’t a complete and total embarrassment. May your burial be more noteworthy than any efforts made in your career before you met me.” And then Delikado would throw Mark Mania, locked in the cage, into the river and go get a shake at Steak ‘N Shake. Maybe TWO just to salute Mark Mania for doing the right thing: crumbling before the mighty Bawse of APW. See ya!

Knock, knock. Hello? Mrs. Mark Mania’s Mom? I’m Delikado, the one who defeated your rabies-spreading son and then exiled him from the APW in the form of murdering him and punting his body into a river. Oh sure, I’d love to come in. Milk and cookies? Why thank you, you’re so nice, even WITH that moustache that shows where Mark inherited his inability to look decent came from. Now in addition to your son’s superior and ultimate destroyer, Delikado was also your son’s lawyer, and he’s come to give you his will and last testament or whatever. Aheeeeeeeem! “Hello, I am Mark Mania. I am dead now, thanks to my weak and pathetic drive to be Overdrive Champion leading me to cross Delikado, the greatest APW megastar that ever lived, not to mention my personal icon. As such, I leave behind my legacy for you, those I have departed from in defeat, to enjoy.” Hmmm…there’s nothing here. No ma’am, not one thing is in this box. Your son’s legacy is literally this empty box that informs us through literary symbolism that there is NOTHING! Your son HAS no legacy, Mrs. Mark Mania’s Mom! Delikado’s sorry to shatter any worldly beliefs you may have had! What? You knew? Well did you know that your son was a desperate psychopath who delved in terroristic biological warfare codenamed “THE RABIES!” And that he was utterly insane, tick, tick, ticking toward a BA-BAM! with each and every moment he botched his life?! Take Delikado’s word, he was there, the last one to see Mark Mania in Tokyo when he detonated in a last-ditch effort to rob the world of his its supreme Overdrive Champion of Awesomeness. Yes…yes, ma’am, you should burn any shreds of your son’s existence. All of APW is the process of doing it too. I mean, what did people THINK was going to happen after all? That Delikado could be derailed? That his Overdrive reign would just come to an end at the hands of a madman? It truly came down to Good vs. Evil at One Night in Hell, at the Caged Trap match, hell, since the start of this rivalry, it was Good vs. Evil! And the Evil was bound to lose, even in his disease-spreading, propaganda-spewing, corrupt politician-buying ways. That is just the way this APW works!

That’s how it ALWAYS works!

Your son leaves nothing behind, Mrs. Mark Mania’s Mom. You inform the rest of the bloodline, so that they can understand that the Mania name is worthless, and powerless. Power only goes to the Bawses of this world…and there’s only Bawses where Delikado allows there to be Bawses. And if I may, if you’re a praying lady, Delikado dictates you pray that your son’s true colors are never found out by the rest of the APW. Delikado, in all his kindness and sexiness, will do his best to keep Mark from looking like a Michael Harris level of fail, when his defeat plunged him into the destruction it has since done, but Delikado is not a sharpie that’s going to write out all of your idiot kid’s mistakes. Delikado is not the red-tipped pen that’s going to make footnotes that say “Yeah, Mark Mania lost to Delikado, but at least he TRIED and had good intentions.” No. Delikado doesn’t lie. He only spreads FACTS! Mark was wicked throughout this entire ordeal, and not just with the rabies or the Cher-resident Jeff buying. He presented a monster, a sick animal, a creature…that Delikado had to put down for the good of not only himself or his reign or even APW…but the WORLD!

Delikado was not just the defeater of your son, he was the DEFENDER of your son! Defending him from himself, and what he would have done if he got hold of this precious, innocent Title! You keep that in mind for the rest of your day of life. Through all his ploys, all his words, all his agendas, Delikado saw Marky of the Manias turn…Maniacal. In all his years in this business, Delikado never saw such a hysterical man, and he hopes he never has to do so again. He hopes this Overdrive title is met with only good, honest, deserving of respect, and sane opponents from here on out. Otherwise, we may as well deem the division as doomed as your son was on the day he first met me, became obsessed with me and my title, and engineered a hellish path to do whatever he had to, to claim what his warped mind said he “had to have.”

No, no, don’t cry….oh…oh, these are tears of joy? Joy in thanks of what Deli did? What Deli did when he saved the world? Oh Mrs. Mark Mania’s Mom, Delikado is just the Overdrive Champion of Peace and Goodness and Salvation and Change. He merely signs declarations of dependence in me, for all the people to salute. It’s just a shame Marky wanted so much of what Delikado has, that each time he challenged me he fell by his own faults, for being too self-centered, not to mention self-serving. If he had only bowed, perhaps kissed the boot of Delikado and served under the Bawse’s reign, then perhaps…perhaps he’d still be among us, and not rotting in a rabies-doused cage with a rabid dolphin! Yes, ma’am, yes Delikado WILL pronounce your son’s untimely, if not expected fall, to the rest of APW. Let him be a message to all, as to what can and WILL happen when you stand between Overdrive Champion Delikado and his APW’s future. Yes, the people DO deserve to know.

Shhh, shhhh don’t cry, Mrs. Mark Mania’s Mom. Just…just tell Delikado what he can d---aaaaand she’s squeezing Deli’s ass. Well….you may have spawned a crazed son who wanted to destroy everything in his nightmarish dreams of Overdrive Championship glory…but why not? Delikado will do you, Mrs. Mark Mania’s Mom, and maybe it will wash away some of the shame! Let’s go! Woooooooooooooo! Yeaaah! You definitely put up a fight like your son did, now let Delikado slam you like he did Mark when he tried to fight! Okay…that came out wrong…

Do you feel it, Marky? Do you feel Delikado recovering your body on this faulty road you traveled, stuffing it in a cage at the morgue you are destined to end up in, and throwing you into the river where you can be drowned like so many drugged-out crazies as yourself? Do you feel Delikado porking your Mom, making every shred of the Mania bloodline and legacy his bitch?! His bottom bitch! Well you will, soon. Soon…when Delikado gets ahold of you and fulfills his vengeance. This is all the effects-to-be of what you’ve done with your rabies! Tomorrow, you get a sneak-peek at the future in store for you, to be unleashed by Delikado’s wrath that he has so accumulated and is hurling your way like a tsunami. Sorry Japan, but that’s just how Delikado rolls……

Like a Bawse!

(o)(o)(o)(o)(o)(o)

The next day…

We are inside the mannequin room, before the “Washington Crossing the Delaware” display. The final adjustments are being made to the new “boat” that has been installed, which bears a strange, almost disturbing resemblance to Raymond Caravelle…

Delikado: He goes from a fat bastard reeking of conspiracy in his rabies plot…to the vessel of good and justice as it brings its Champion to victory.

Delikado, sitting in his wheelchair throne, observes the Caravelle mannequin as the George Washington mannequin is attached to it, a satisfied look in the Cuban’s burning eyes. Dr. Apartment stands at Delikado’s side, watching as his former Boss is being made into furniture for the amusement of his new Bawse.

Delikado: He was exercised abundantly harsh, was he not, Dr. Apartment?

Dr. Apartment: Most abundantly, sir. The exercise was quite a shock after all his years of gorging.

Delikado: Well maybe living inside that mannequin, in all its discomfort, will teach him to put down the fork.

Dr. Apartment: In the next life.

Delikado chuckles as he lifts himself from his throne and walks over to the staffers putting the display together.

Delikado: You all make sure the General Washington is displayed proud, and that that boat does not shift his posture anywhere but in perfectness. He is in model display, a likeness to Delikado as he stands proud on the eve of his victory against the Mark Mania. Our Tokyo will be his Trenton. A decisive win!

The men nod as they chisel out any dents or misshapen angles in the Caravelle boat-mannequin, to Delikado’s liking.

Delikado: Ahhhh, at least we are now getting some closure. At last. One of the men who gave Delikado the rabies has been dealt with…which just leaves us with Marky boy. The picture-perfect ending is at hand, Delikado could cry…

Evan Envi: I should hope a fellow Champion in arms won’t shed tears on the eve of battle.

Delikado turns his head to find the Xtreme Champion Evan Envi standing in the doorway, observing the scene with a grin. The Cuban laughs as he straightens up his Overdrive title on his shoulder and approaches his partner from the last Overdrive, the other half of the team that has unofficially been deemed ‘Envikado’ by the press.

Delikado: Envi bro, sup? Delikado was hoping you would grace him with your presence, and what timing too!

Envi: Well I couldn’t help noticing you had a massive crowd gathered outside, so I knew it HAD to be good. Besides, you came to my aid when called, I could at least return the favor.

The men exchange a quick slap of the hands. Delikado wraps his arm around Evan’s shoulder and guides him out of the room. The camera zooms in on the Raymond Caravelle mannequin for the last time as we then cut to the duo out in the hallway.

Delikado: Yes, Delikado is leaving this wretched, rabies-infested dump once he has dealt with Mania. It shall be a grand departure, hence the summoning of the presses.

Envi: And me?

Delikado: Ah, you are one of the good guys in all of this darkness that has pestered us the past few weeks. In case you haven’t noticed, Envi, our work on Overdrive in decimating Team Mania has been the topic of much discussion. There are rumors among the APW water-cooler that our mighty performance has inspired talking of a revival of APW’s lackluster Tag Team division.

Envi: You’re talking about taking over the APW’s Tag Team division.

Delikado grins a mighty grin.

Delikado: You’re a genius, Evan. That’s exactly why you do so well even in the face of family betrayal and criminals attacking you for miscommunications of physicality. It is in Delikado’s opinion of FACTS! that we should capitalize on this talk…together, as a team, as Envikado. Reviving divisions, making titles great, that is right up the alley for men like us.

Envi: Double Champions then, for both of us.

Delikado: Right fucking on. Envi…

Delikado stops and places a hand on Evan’s shoulder.

Delikado: Delikado needs you. You are the only person in this company who seems to understand what it is he is trying to do for the APW. The Deli Tee Vee family has plenty of room for you and all of your dreams. Our joining of forces will be like the merging of two great empires. All we have to do is make it through One Night in Hell against the bitches who persisted against us and dug their fateful graves….and then we will have no obstacles left. The world will be ours for the taking. Just think of it: “Envikado, Tag Team of the World.”

Envi: You do have a way with your words, Cuban. Tell you what, you keep any other idiots from intervening in my title match, except the idiots who are in the ring with me, and I’ll give your “empire merging” idea the thought it deserves. After all, as you said, the lacking of the Tag Titles deserves to be done away with. It’s what I do, and it’s what you do. And what’s more...out of all the shitheads coursing through the APW, you’re the only one I could see myself able to share gold with.

Delikado: That’s the way. Now come, join me, and Delikado will show you how to make an exit…AND entrance.

The two men slap hands again and journey out of the building.

(o)(o)(o)(o)(o)(o)

We go to outside the “Something LOUD and OBNOXIOUS” HQ where all of Delikado’s Deli Tee Vee staffers have assembled, in addition to a large crowd of reporters. Clearly something’s going down, as many of them look like journalists. Delikado’s lawyer, Manny Valdez, approaches a podium that’s been set up and quiets down the crowd before speaking.

Manny Valdez: Good afternoon, folks. The Deli Tee Vee press conference is about to begin. Now, before we start, Da Bawse wants everyone to know that he is an awesome Overdrive Champion, and anyone who protests that or asks questions that contradict that idea will be tied to a rocket and blasted to the sun.

Timmy the Ill-Fated Reporter: That hardly sounds fair! What happened to proper journalism? To covering all angles of a story and providing quality news that will—

Manny snaps his fingers and two large DTV guards snatch up a screaming Timmy and drag him off-screen. The sound of a rocket blasting off is heard seconds later, causing everyone’s faces to tighten nervously as they see a fireball fly into the sky and grow tinier with its ascent, until it is gone.

Valdez: And now…Delikado.

Applause and picture-taking and the like begins as Delikado marches out through the curtain. Along the way, Delikado stops, unfastens his Overdrive Championship from his waist, and hoists it into the air with a roar through his rabies-prevention mask. When that show of dominance is over, the Cuban walks to the podium and takes hold of the microphone on it.

Delikado: APW! Press, fans, wrestlers, and Mark Mania! You all have come here today, or are watching, by your own free will, to be in the presence of WINNERS! Before you is DA BAWSE, your Overdrive Champion, and the featured celebuton of the entire Action Packed Wrestling industry! If you are to speak now, let it be in awe, and let it be presented before the guy who is gonna change EVERYTHING! LIKE A BAWSE!

Anti-Deli Reporter: You suck! This was promised to be an equal press conference, a debate between you and Mark Mania! Where is he?

Delikado: Get that fucking guy and throw him into the sun!

Valdez: We already used up our rocket.

Delikado: Damn it! Ugh.

Anti-Delikado Reporter: Answer me! Are we gonna have a debate or not? I want Mark Mania! Mania! Mania! Mani—

Reporter: Don’t be an idiot. Didn’t you see what happened last time people came out to protest Delikado before an Overdrive Championship match? They got bees and honey catapulted onto them, followed by an assault from Delikado’s crew. Just look at them all around us.

Indeed, the entire Deli Tee Vee armada is present at this assembly, and they look ready for action if shit goes down. A tiny child can be seen frowning in the audience.

Child: Mommy, I’m scared!

Mother: Billy, you’re six years old. Grow up and be brave like one of the good guys of APW. Like Delikado, like Evan Envi—

Hobo: Like stringed corn!

The hobo gets some odd glances before he hobbles away. Delikado, meanwhile, narrows his eyes and rips the microphone off the podium as he walks around the stage.

Delikado: You people and all your EMOTIONS! Nobody gives a SHIT about you want. That ain’t Deli being mean, that’s just a FACT! The man on stage with the mic and the title and the POWER is what wields the voice of purpose here! Mark Mania could not possess those things, which is why he declined Delikado’s invitation to be at this debate today!

Ron Reynolds, standing a few feet away from Delikado’s back, leans toward Sofia, who is watching the deranged Cuban with folded arms and an expressionless look.

Ron Reynolds: DID we send out an invitation to Mania to be here?

Sofia Monzón: No.

Delikado: This Title, MY Title, was gained with EVERYTHING. Can Mark Mania say the same of HIS Title? No! He can’t, because he doesn’t have one! So until that impossible day happens, you people come to grips with ME! There’s no need for debate when you have Delikado telling you like it is! No second opinion or alternate output or feedback is necessary.

Reporter: So then your thoughts on Mark Mania’s comments toward you—

Delikado: Delikado has not listened or followed one BREATH of Mark Mania in his journey to One Night in Hell! All of his pieces have been UTTERLY ignored! Delikado’s spies, they’ve been recalled, because we’re not wasting time and listening effort on a BITCH who’d just as soon give a good guy like me rabies and cry about false perceptions of events than fight fair!

Reporter: But even your Deli Tee Vee entertainment industry needs material for its parodies. Even if it’s just to chew them up along with the scenery. That’s been the Delikado way since…like…forever! The way it’s been done and—

Delikado makes a throat-cutting motion with his hand, effectively silencing the reporter.

Delikado: The Delikado way, the Deli Tee Vee industry, does whatever the fuck *I* say! Me alone! Nobody else has any value. NO ONE.

Delikado’s own staff looks a bit put off by this comment. Delikado stands in silence, letting it sink in for a few seconds.

Delikado Fan: But Deli, how will you do things without—

Delikado: DELIKADO DOES NOT NEED YOU QUESTIONING HIM, FOOL! He IS doing things! He is bettering the APW, he is ridding it of its weaknesses, he is giving you all what you NEED in your lives! That’s been the idea since day one, even before Mark Mania came along with his little ugly head and shriveled dick of rabies to try and depose me! IT IS WHAT FATE HAS DICTATED, YOU FUCKING COCKSUCKERS!! Delikado has bled and nearly DIED for you since taking up the podium of APW’s Bawse!

Delikado pulls down his shirt collar and reveals the original bite mark from the bunny rabbit that gave him rabies. He also portrays all of his scratches and additional bites to the silenced crowd. Delikado slowly cools off a little, at least to the point he isn’t yelling.

Delikado: You all, pfft…you all don’t even KNOW. You look at Mark Mania and you listen to him without even realizing WHAT it is he’s saying, what it would all mean for you if he carried out the words he uses in his lies. You don’t even comprehend where he got the gall to say what he says, what he does behind the scenes so he can wear that smug look on his face when he says he “deserves” things. All you see is the outside. You don’t see how he hurts Delikado, how he hurts the APW roster, how he works with the Devil himself to endanger this SPORT! He started all the way back when it was me versus him versus Terry for the Overdrive title. If you could be like Delikado, and read his three-sizes-too -mall mind, you’d see that first loss set his shit in motion. He goaded events alongside Jeff to suit his own fucking gain. Then Shockwave came, and he choked, but that wasn’t enough. Then he manipulated things so he could get that #1 Contender’s match, and he played some kinda deception game to get Keaton out of the running. After that, it was all about the rabies and breaking Delikado down from the inside out, since he couldn’t handle the issue himself in the ring. THAT BASTARD FORCED DELIKADO’S HAND! Every week since the “incident!” We coulda had a good, honest, final battle to settle the score for One Night in Hell, but he…he cornered Delikado.

Delikado slowly walks toward the edge of the stage and sits down. He exhales deeply, but with a solid determination.

Delikado: Delikado regrets NOTHING that’s happened since Mania drew first blood. Delikado’s conscience is squeaky clean, and it’ll remain so even after One Night in Hell.

Silence continues to linger over the crowd. Delikado glances at his own crew, who either avoid eye contact or look at him with uncertainty.

Delikado: Heh, but hey…hey, maybe Mark Mania as Overdrive Champion’s the way to go for you people. APW AND Deli Tee Vee. Maybe Delikado should forfeit this Title, vacate it before the match and hand it over to Mark. Delikado’s always said his APW would be better, but maybe Delikado’s just a visionary with too much vision. For all we know, Delikado’s APW is just an impossibility, too far ahead of its time. Perhaps this crazy old Cuban’s out of his element and should retire before he embarrasses himself.

Delikado holds up his Overdrive Championship and promptly drops it onto the stage. Everyone looks at the belt as it clatters, shocked. Delikado kips up and points down to the belt.

Delikado: Let’s have at it. Someone feel like taking this title and passing it along to Mark Mania in Tokyo for me? Tell him the APW is his? If you do, make sure you email me how his APW is going in a few months, that is if you can even afford electricity then. Please! Release me from my burden and let Delikado retire! You like the sound of Mark Mania’s APW over mine, take hold of it and see what kind of future awaits ya!

Nobody acts, even as Delikado backs away from the title and folds his arms behind him. The Cuban glances at his own people as well.

Delikado: That goes double for all of you. If you don’t want Delikado as your leader and Bawse, take the reins. You wanna handle Marky, go for it. Be Delikado’s fucking guest.

A minute nearly passes, but nobody, not even the entrepreneur in Sofia Monzón steps forward. Delikado inhales and exhales as he slowly lifts the microphone back to his lips.

Delikado: Well then…seems the votes are in. The debate’s settled. But know this, APW folk, Deli Tee Vee bitches, if you want Delikado to stay on as Overdrive Champion and APW visionary…you’re going to be going along with every part of the vision. You get NOTHING to call your own.

Delikado’s done being the nice mellow guy he’s been. APW’s freedom days are over. Boss Delikado is calling the shots now.



His ultimatum delivered, Boss Delikado picks up his Overdrive Championship, fastens it around his waist, and slowly walks away. Everyone is left speechless and looking on in concern as to what this means for the future of APW, themselves, and Delikado as the camera pans upward toward the “Something LOUD and OBNOXIOUS” building, where this madness began. The scene cuts to black…