Tree

[Delikado]

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Episode 38- "Tree"

*bear roar*

SHUT UP! Delikado will NOT be talked down to by a circus bear…not after last time!

Pleasssssse, good Cubansssssss! We didn’t know Gallagher was—

The Carnival[/u]

Delikado downs a portion of a bottle of champagne before he spins around, cranking it up in the air toward Sha-Nay-Nay the Circus Bear, who is tied up back-to-back with Joey the Lizardman and has been since the recent shenanigans cooled down. Da Bawse, however, has not cooled down, even with a few days to mellow, and is only further invigorated as he spins the champagne bottle threateningly at the two carnies.

Boss Delikado: Ohhhhhhh, you kneeeeeew, Fatty Bear, you just didn’t give a big ol CRAP! Eff this noise, Sofia, let’s make rugs outta these sunsabitches!

Sofia Monzón marches forward willingly with a hammer and a bucket of lord knows what. Delikado has turned on the Lizardman, who wiggles and smacks his lizard-y mouth in fear and anguish.

Joey the Lizardman: C’mon dudesssssss, lemme sssssssplain sssssumthin to youssssssss! Edger was our Bossssssss and we sssssupported him, but he made hissss own callsssss! Callssss we didn’t alwayssss agree with!

Boss Delikado: You implying there can be more than one Bawse? Only one Bawse in this world, bitch, AND YOU’RE LOOKING AT HIM!!

Delikado bumps the end of his champagne bottle into Lizardman’s snout as an intimidation tactic, but Joey seems vocally persistent in his pleas.

Lizardman: Wait! Our-Our friend, Midgey! Youssss all sssseen what happened there?!

Boss Delikado: Who?

Sofia Monzón: The midget.

Boss Delikado: Oh. Sorry, Delikado’s got a short “short person” attention span. Heeeh…

Lizardman: Sssshe wasssssn’t a midget! Ssssshe was my friend! My….MY LOVE!! And Edger jussssst sssssent her to the next dimensssssion! Ssssssha-Nay-Nay and me, we could never hurt nobody! Sssssha-Nay-Nay’s a vegetarian, and he only joined up with usssss to get out of paying taxesssss! And I LOOK worsssse than I actually issssss! But I can’t get nothing else in thisssss economy, not as Lizardman! It wasssss Edger who wassss cutthroat and dangerousssss, him and that Mime of hisssss! I ssssswear, they wassssss asssking for it! Pleasssse don’t hurt usssss, good Cuban and friendsssss! I’ll…I’LL MAKE YA FEELSSSS GOOD, boo-hoo-hooooo*sobs*

Delikado blinks as an awkward silence falls over the room. He shakes himself back into reality a few seconds later and turns to Sha-Nay-Nay the Circus Bear, who has the tip of a steel nail pressed to the top of his head, with Sofia’s hammer gripped and resting atop it ready to strike if ordered. The Cuban Warrior touches the bottle to the bear’s nose.

Boss Delikado: And you, Timothy Treadwell bear? You got anything to say?

The bear’s eyes narrow as the screen zooms in slowly.

Sha-Nay-Nay: *subtitles*转到一个三明治和电抗器就可以了，人。

Boss Delikado: Why yes, Delikado IS a handsome, sexy genius who has the complete advantage right now.

Delikado now pauses and steps back to survey the bound carnies. He inhales and exhales slowly and deeply, before a smile finally falls over the Cuban’s face.

Boss Delikado: Ya know what? Thanks to all the recent events in his life, Delikado’s in a good mood. You guys get to go on existing in my universe. Congrats! Sofia, untie these fools.

Lizardman: R-Really, we getsssss to live?

Boss Delikado: Sure. You two’ll make good cannon fodder if we ever get stuck in another messy situation and need distractions! What kinda Bawse would Delikado be if he DIDN’T jump on a preemptive opportunity like this?!

Lizardman swallows nervously but chooses to keep silent as Sofia cuts him and Sha-Nay-Nay free from their bonds. When the two are released and up on their claws/paws, Delikado motions them to follow him.

Boss Delikado: Now let’s go see if we can’t find that five percent of the carnival you get to live on.

Lizardman stalls at hearing this, looking at Delikado with questioning eyes.

Lizardman: But…but you and Edger made deal we getssss twenty percent of carnival when penguinssss was cleared out…

Boss Delikado: Yeaaaaah, but that was BEFORE he threw a penguin at Delikado’s head, so now you get five percent. Sucks to suck.

Delikado grins gingerly as he downs the last of the champagne in the bottle and carelessly tosses it aside, shattering it and effectively ending his part in the discussion as Sofia prods the carnies on out the door.

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--Delikado Audio Interview, Part 8, Section 7.4—

Heh-heh, such weeks as these recent ones leading up to Rasslemania, they all been part of a plan, son. Yet ANOTHER trait of Delikado’s unique, unbreakable and inimitable genius. The Meltdown Battle Royal served as an example. After all, what kind of element except the element of “Bawse” earns entry number 20, THE last number, and then uses it to own like a collective, sexy angel of battle swooping in at the last minute to save the goodness of the wrestling world? Think about it.

...And now stop thinking, because there IS no element in existence that could have pulled out all the stops like the “Bawse” element did. FACT!

Yeah, it sounds like big talk coming from the Cuban who, okay, wasn’t exactly making it rain on the bitches week in and week out for a while, but was rather squirting a few jiblets into the eyes of the bitches and making them uncomfortable. BUT THAT’S ALL OVER! NO MORE SQUIRTS, WE’RE BACK TO SHOWERS! That win showed all the doubters, all the NOT-Delikado’s who bet against me, that I’m STILL one of the REAL APWers who will lead the invincible APW armies in the months ahead. But those are potential SPOILERS Delikado’s treading on, and so he’ll stop there in regards to speaking of the future and speak of…the present. Particularly Rasslemania IX, where Da Bawse pulls a quasi-rerun of the last Overdrive show. In case you forgot what that was, AND SHAME ON YOU IF YOU DID, SHAME! FOR-EFFING-SHAME! Ahem…yes, so last time on Overdrive, the world saw Delikado single-handedly mutilate and embarrass Legion, right after he ran Dan White off with his tail between his legs, making him miss out on the entire match like a chump! Yessir, that’s exactly how it happened and don’t let nobody tell ya different. History is written by the winners after all, and there’s no possible way you can tell Delikado he didn’t completely win against Legion and the spirit of “The Welsh Dragon”. Seriously, try and tell Delikado he didn’t win. You WILL lose that challenge, and once again the “win ball” will land in Delikado’s court.

So yeah, it might be a re-run in some people’s eyes. Hell, it might be a match that’s totally uncalled for, but you know what? Da Bawse backs down from NOTHING! This ain’t a re-run, it’s a REMIX, and remixes can be just as awesome as their original source! Don’t believe me? Go look at………look at……..(Damn it, all these remixes fucking SUCK! What’s a Cuban gotta do to get any decent music on the airwaves these days? Ughhh…) Okay yeah, totally awesome remix on our hands here, and even if Legion and Dan White don’t have the power or imagination or looks or talents or looks to make this match Rasslemania-worthy, you can sure as BALLS bet Delikado will! Because I attach an umbilical cord of life and amazingness to all that I touch! It’s inspiring, and something few wrestlers ever see, much less possess themselves! Let Delikado drop it to you like this:

“A wrestling match that augments Delikado onto its heart and soul is totally different and beyond the plain, ugly, monotonous wrestling match nature; a match opening its ropes to the Cuban fire gets to bask in the fire’s sexy divineness; all threats posed by opponents, be they Legions or Dragons, upon NORMAL people are GONE, NOTHING, ZIP, the danger is OVER, and the match under Da Bawse’s in…CREDIBLE eyes and guidance will be legendary and one of a kind in the truest extreme.”

Ahhhh…yeaaaah, it’s that downtime. Statements of FACT!uality have been dropped and are edumacatin’ the children, future wrestlers of tomorrow. Don’t call Delikado a wordsmith, don’t call him a prophet, don’t even call him YOUR GOD, but just call Delikado…..well…Delikado! I keep it real and humble, bitcheeeeees! Now of course, Legion might proclaim Delikado to be overly and supremely exalting himself without reason or justification right now, but the prior engagement of him and me led to Delikado’s great outcome over his face, and the enterprises of his singular fan has been rocketed into space, never to see its hero rise again. In the “lame-man’s” terms, that means you suck Legion, you got no creds in Delikado’s hood, and whether or not Danny boy actually curses us with his worthless presence this time will dictate how severely Delikado beats you up.

Again.

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Outside amongst the carnival grounds is where we now find our hero Deli and everyone else. The Cuban idly steps on Lizardman’s tail as he passes, giving Joey a yelp that Delikado ignores. With a cigar in his mouth and his eyes narrowed and surveying like a hawk, Da Bawse enters a part of the carnival that has yet to be cleaned up, still bearing graffiti and discarded props and the like among other unsanitariness I don’t feel like describing. Sofia keeps a close eye on Joey and Sha-Nay-Nay, and an even closer hand is kept on her whip should the two make any extra move she doesn’t like. She’d like nothing better than for one of them to make an attempt. Meanwhile, Lizardman and the Circus Bear scan over the desolate and fallen carnival that once served as their home with a look of sadness.

Lizardman: Thissss ussssed to be a magical place, had peoples all the time of all agessss coming and going. Good timessss wasss had here by all in thissss carnival’s heyday. Ssssshame nobody’ssss cleaned it up good and ssssstarted promoting it again.

Boss Delikado: Whatever. You two can crash there.

Delikado points nearby to what looks like a toxic waste dumping site, judging by the ominous signs with skulls and crossbones and a billboard reading “Toxic Waste Dumping Site” in big bold letters.

Lizardman: But that’ssss where they dumped the sssssewage. Bad area, messsss you up good if you ssssstay there too much…

Delikado cocks a skeptical eyebrow as he looks Lizardman from head-to-toe.

Boss Delikado: Really? You, uh…you think you could get any MORE messed up looking?

Sha-Nay-Nay huffs angrily and stamps forward on his paws.

Sha-Nay-Nay: *subtitles* 你低能儿，我会变成妖怪，如果这咕我的公平熊皮肤接触！

Boss Delikado: Yes, yes, bear, there’s probably a “pic-a-nic” basket or two over in one of those barrels, but it’s your problem now. Delikado’s letting you stay when he doesn’t have to. Far as he’s concerned, our encounters end here. Now the moustache man made this semi-toxic bed for you carnies, you can either swallow your pride or sleep in it…or you can hit the road.

Delikado blows smoke in their direction from his cigar and walks away back to the main section of the carnival. Sofia starts to follow him, before she turns back to the downtrodden carnies.

Sofia: I can tell you from firsthand experience that this could have gone a lot worse than it did. It was a shame about your pals but believe me, you two are lucky.

Boss Delikado: *shouting* HEY LOOK, A ROCKET LAUNCHER! Aww, shit, it’s broken, damn it!

As a crashing is heard in the background, Sofia inhales heavily and with exhaustion as her piercing eyes stare a reinforcing point to the carnies.

Sofia: Well…maybe.

She lightly pats Sha-Nay-Nay on his muscular front leg before walking after Delikado. The scene lingers on Lizardman and Sha-Nay-Nay for a few moments as they silently reflect on their situation before it returns to Deli and Sofia, who are now side-by-side. Ron Reynolds plays catch up as he jogs up alongside Delikado now, waving an envelope.

Ron Reynolds: Bawse, I—

Boss Delikado: Damn it, Ron Reynolds! Don’t you see I’m busy PLANNING?! You are SO inconsiderate! And hideous! And short! And—

Sofia: What is it, Ron?

Ron Reynolds: Well, I just got this letter from President Jeff permitting Delikado’s program for Rasslemania and—

Boss Delikado: Finally!

Delikado rips the envelope from Ron’s hand and begins to rip it open as he scowls at his least favorite grunt.

Boss Delikado: Jesus, Ron Reynolds, why didn’t you mention this sooner? You are SO inconsiderate! And hideous—

Sofia: Would you shut up and get on with it?

Boss Delikado: Wow, rude. Anyway…

Delikado finishes opening the envelope and looks through the paperwork inside it. He skims over the pages, and a small grin begins to spread across his face.

Boss Delikado: Yeah…yeah…awesome!

Sofia: What’s it about? Your Dark Match with White and Legion? The title match for winning the Meltdown Royal Rumble?

Delikado puffs on his cigar as he finishes scanning the pages and chuckles.

Boss Delikado: Woo, you could dig up Deli’s granny and make her his pappy! This is ten, no, a HUNDRED, no, a BILLION times better than those things! Wooo! Woooooooooo! I’m in the running!

Sofia: What running…?

Delikado’s energy has begun to leave him bouncing around like a giddy child on a sugar rush all of a sudden. He waves the crunched up papers near Sofia’s face as he talks and spits everywhere, he’s speaking so hurriedly.

Boss Delikado: This don’t concern those chumps Danny and Leggy, they’re already beaten as far as any credible source is concerned, and it ain’t about some titles! This is about changing the APW forever, about taking the reins and never letting go, this is the shit that is gonna make Delikado the ALPHA! The pontifex maximus!

Sofia: What the hell do you mean “pontifex maximus”?

Boss Delikado: Mmmmmmmmmm! Delikado can already FEEL the goodness!

Sofia: Damn it, would you just make sense here?

Delikado tosses the papers aside and grabs Sofia by her arms, looking her square in the eyes.

Boss Delikado: Most people would resign themselves to just show at Rasslemania, put on their “best” and call it a night! That’s what Danny and Leggy are gonna do, that’s all they got, that’s all their programs are, that’s why the Dark Match was made for them! But this, this Delikado has just learned, is gonna revolutionize the whole thing for me, for all of us, for all of APW! Now Delikado’s part in this Dark Match has gotten all the more sweeter! Bwhahahahaha! Mwwha!

Much to her chagrin, Delikado plants a kiss on his ex’s lips and then stumbles away, laughing as he shakes the documents in the air.

Boss Delikado: I take back my carnival, I crush the masses, I secure myself as Meltdown overlord and get me a future title shot that’s been earned since day one, and now I get THIS! I’M BACK! I’M REALLY BACK!! Ohohohohoho!

Sofia has wiped her lips off her arm and is now following along a baffled Ron Reynolds.

Sofia: Okay, you’re obviously not going to say WHAT’S going on with you, but can you at least dictate to me what the PLAN is to approach whatever’s got you making a happy mess in your pants?

Dee-Struction-Forte: Daddy, Daddy, Daddy! Mr. Doctor Apartment’s waking up!

Attention shifts to the main carnival rest station where Delikado’s daughter Dee-Struction has run from, shouting with excitement. At hearing the news Sofia and Ron quickly make their way to the building, though Delikado is initially too distracted by his own apparent good news to take any interest as he sniffs the documents.

Boss Delikado: Ahhhhh….Rasslemania? More like “Bawselemania!” Bwhahaha!

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--Part 10, Section 1.564--

Ahhh, yes, “Bawselemania”…that was a good ringer by yours truly there. A good ringer from a good ring man, and Delikado ain’t talking about no-stinkin wedding or some garbage! Though on second thought, this IS the kind of occasion where the question IS asked of the APW, “Does it take this Cuban to be its lawful legate?” And the APW, she says “yes”, she pleads for it! Dan White, ol ‘Welsh Dragon’, he pleads for it too! And Legion? Aww, hell, he groveled on one knee, offered his head to my foot and his shoulders to my mat! Submissive sort right there; not Delikado’s cup of tea but have at ya, boy-o. For ya see, this is the moment where they announce risk and sacrifice as the price of admission to be the alpha, and this candy-coated Willy-Wonka on sugared crack is very much a smorgasbord of a career wielding bravery and un-shake-able resolve to live FOREVER, beyond contained history itself!

Need a translator, stupid?! Need Delikado to dumb down his lingo for ya?! Well take your highlighters and your pens and pencil and take even a recording device to get it all down right here and right now! The TRUE essence of where we are all going, courtesy of ME!

Delikado, short and sweet, and his APW, shorter and sweeter, are PURE with each and every command and presentable evidence of purity!

What that means, Danny boy White, is that while you may envision yourself as a dragon of the Welsh lands, potential scorcher of the earth and shaper of your own destiny to the point you regard yourself as deserving of the right to skip out on battle with me, you in FACT! bear and give no heart or passion to mar Delikado’s shoulders with that mat in a three-count toward your favor! Delikado carries no disadvantage in fighting you, but you cannot say the same in fighting me! Your shoulders already have a mat waiting, and your face has a boot loading dock situated in its centerpiece! You skipped out once, for reasons that matter not, but by my in…CREDIBLE power that has transcended and manipulated the fates to manipulate Cher-resident Jeff and all the General Managers of this company, I got you and I got Legion back too! Why? Why NOT?? Ain’t like ya’ll got dates for the big show anyhow!

Hahah, no…no, it’s not all about you two here, you self-centered little FOOLS! See, it’s all part of the game, a joint that is very much part of the Pure Powerful People! The REAL APWers! Delikado would not permit his name to be inserted onto a “Dark Match”, something seemingly below Rasslemania itself, if he did not intend to use the match and your stupid selves to elevate his very on-going elevation! Delikado orders, and you obey! That is purity! Purity of me to succeed and purity of you, Legion, and you, Dan White, to fail! Some will win, some will lose, and some are born to be black and blue, BITCH! YEAH! I JUST DID THAT! WHAT OF IT?!?! COME AND GET ME, I’LL FIGHT THE WORLD AND I’LL WIN!! NOTHING WILL STAND IN MY WAY! NOT YOU! NOT YOU EITHER! I AM BAWSE SO LONG AS THE WORDS SAY AND MAINTAIN FAITHFULNESS TO THAT CREDO: “LIKE A BAWSE!”

Above all else…Delikado believes in himself. Ever since he was a boy, he did not flee. He did not scatter and regroup some later time down the road. Hell, Delikado didn’t even plan, for all plans have the potential to go wrong. No…no, Delikado simply lit the fire and jumped head-first into whatever awaited! Herculean in my Cuban heroics, and singing voice too. Ultimately, Delikado is the infallible one. The best in battle and the best in mission. Live it intensely—or as close as possible--as me, NOT-Delikado’s who hear this voice and fork over your women because you pale in its comparison, and you too can slay dragons. You too can best the legions.

Or you can just fucking suck and turn insane like all the other men and women of Delikado’s existence who tried to shatter him. That too is an option, and it comes cheap. Cheaper even than $8.50.

And with recent word Delikado has received, starting at Rasslemania, the heroics and missions of my good self are to receive a whole new, sharper, even sexier edge. Everyone from new arrivals to our very own Undisputed Champion will want to take notes and study for days on end how to make wrestling cool, pretty, and best of all…real. The APW Class of 2013 will take on a new valedictorian, and he shall rock your world. So come and try to stop me, Dan! Please, Delikado genuinely requests your showing this time around! You are hard-headed and it will take a good hard crack to shake you up and put you in the position within this company that you have earned, rather than what you think you deserve.

You stupid nob.

And now that the humanity of Delikado’s soul is spilled out before you all—I been drinking and celebrating stuff, ya know—it is time to shift the goal to alpha immortality, to become a vessel of almightiness, and to forgo old ways in honor of the creation of a NEW dream! For APW! For all of wrestlingdom! For Delikado! For—ooh, Doritos! FOR DORITOOOOOOOOOS!!!

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Inside the carnival’s main rest station, in the nurse’s office, we find the Deli Tee Vee gang (minus Delikado) surrounding Dr. Apartment’s bedside. The good doctor is still seemingly unconscious, having been in a coma since, like, January, but something has obviously changed if the gang now believes Apartment is on his way back.

Moss Carrington: How much longer until you think we’ll know something?

Everyone stands or sits by in silence at this question as Dr. Apartment breathes steadily but quietly. Suddenly, his lips begin to move a bit, and sounds escape his mouth ever so slightly. Delikado now enters the room. He’s still excited, and now he’s talking with a mouthful of Doritos.

Boss Delikado: *chewing/spitting Dorito bits* Guys, this carnival’s got Pac-Man: Black Man Version! Now all the ghosts are white and he’s “Tupac-Man” instead of the regular yella guy! Come check it out!

The gang is either oblivious or ignoring Delikado as they watch Dr. Apartment’s closed eyes flutter gently. Delikado shakes his bag of Doritos like a child hungry for attention.

Boss Delikado: You guys, let’s do stuff!

Ariel Hassle: Delikado, please…

Delikado stares at his girlfriend as she gives him a look. His eyes narrow as she turns back and bites her thumb in nervous anticipation. We briefly focus on her fourth-month pregnant stomach before Delikado walks closer to Apartment’s bedside. The Cuban tilts his head as the good doctor mumbles in his sleep.

Boss Delikado: Hey, we should totally take his bed and put in on the highway. He’ll wake up and be all “WhooOoOoOoOah!” It’s be SO funny and—

Lily Smith: Shhhh!

Boss Delikado: You shhhh, dumb broad!

Delikado kicks Dr. Apartment’s bed, shaking it hard and causing Dr. Apartment’s eyes to snap open!! Everyone is amazed.

Everyone: HEEEEEEY!

Dr. Apartment: W…Where am I?

Ariel kneels down next to him and smiles warmly.

Ariel: The carnival. You’ve been out like a light for a while now.

Dee-Struction: I missed you, Doc. App!

Little Dee-Struction hugs Dr. Apartment around the neck and pretty much everyone else moves in to spend time with their friend who has finally returned from the land of beyond. Delikado is the only person who stands off with folded arms.

Boss Delikado: Pfft, Delikado’s the one who revived him! Where’s the excitement for THAT?! Miracle worker over here!

Jet Carrington: Sleep well, doc?

Manny Valdez: That’s ALL he did, Jet!

Lily: Anything memorable while you were out?

Dr. Apartment clears his throat as he drinks a glass of water that’s been given to him.

Dr. Apartment: N-not much….although, there was ONE dream that stood out…

Dee-Struction: Tell us! Tell us!

Dr. Apartment: Well….I saw us, I saw the carnival….and then I saw this cruise ship. An enormous ship. Probably the biggest in the world if it were real. It had a name, but I don’t remember it. The next thing I saw was a man, a man in shadows surrounded by blood. But not blood like it was splattered, but in fountains, in bags or tubes like in hospitals.

Lily: Huh. Crazy the things we dream up sometimes, isn’t it?

Dr. Apartment: Quite so. Still….very fascinating, this cruise ship. I wish I knew the name.

Boss Delikado: Was it the USS Boring, cuz that ship sailed through here just now! Hahaha, high-five, anyone?!

Valdez: Wow, really, Deli?

Moss: Yeah, dude. Why you gotta be a butthole?

Boss Delikado: Hey, just lightening up the mood with a rib at the old dude’s drama-filled expense! W-Why you all gotta gang up on a brother?! Especially one who’s handsome and successful…and suddenly feeling very old and….and decrepit….

Delikado turns and acting aged with a heavy and noticeable limp, he exits the room trying to look as sympathetic as possible. Ariel sighs and stands up, touching her pregnant stomach as she walks for the door.

Ariel: I’ll talk with him.

Ariel gradually makes her way out into the hall and out the open door, where she finds Delikado sitting on the front porch, drinking a newly opened bottle of champagne. The breeze is picking up, and clouds in the distance suggest a storm is coming. The Cuban stares out at the wide carnival, of which now belongs to him without challenge, and exhales as he sips from the champagne bottle.

Boss Delikado: Delikado’s gonna start rebuilding this carnival. Make it the epic Bawse HQ I deserve.

Ariel slowly sits down on the steps next to her boyfriend, the father to her unborn baby, and looks out at the trashed environment.

Ariel: Yeah, that’ll be good. Give everyone something to focus on, jobs….all that fun stuff.

Silence lingers for a few seconds before Delikado sets the bottle down.

Boss Delikado: Delikado’s coming back, ya know. You said Delikado’s APW star was gonna be found; Meltdown, Rasslemania, the weeks ahead…that’s gonna prove how much of a Bawse I still am.

Ariel: What about doing it with soundness of mind and level intention? Remember that from our talk? Because one minute you’re with us and then the next it seems like you’re against us. With this carnie mess cleaned up, we need to band together, Deli. Sofia briefly mentioned you have some NEW agenda ahead. Now that we’ve got resources and Apartment’s back, we should be whole again. You…It…It could be time to bring Deli Tee Vee into the greater APW fold. Don’t make it just YOUR star, but OUR star that rises.

Boss Delikado: Yeaaaaaaah….noooooo….sooooo, Doc. App.

Ariel: What about him?

Delikado lifts the champagne bottle back up and downs a good portion of it. He shakes his head when he’s done.

Boss Delikado: Nothin…

Delikado sets both hands down on the gravel and sighs. Ariel looks down at his hand that’s closer to her and she steadily places hers closer to him.

Ariel: What about US, Deli? You, me and the baby? Is there ANYTHING we can say to each other…?

Her hand finally touches Delikado’s hand. The Cuban looks down at it after a few seconds and then up to his girlfriend’s eyes. A few more seconds pass as Delikado fiddles for the right words. Ariel looks hopeful as she smiles lightly through Delikado’s lips contorting.

Boss Delikado: I need to go return some videotapes.

He removes her hand and stands up. Ariel’s smile drops almost instantly. Taking the bottle, Delikado walks down the stairs and through the carnival grounds, alone. Ariel holds up her hand and presses it to her nose and mouth. She slowly inhales and then sits in silence.

Meanwhile, Delikado strolls through the carnival. He finishes off the last of the champagne bottle and tosses it over his shoulder. The bottle breaks as thunder rumbles overhead.

There can be only one.

Delikado spots an old baby doll lying on the ground. He initially stares at it numbly before rushing forward and he punts the baby doll over the fence.

And yet no Bawse can win alone.

Ariel walks through the hallway of the center and sits down in a nearby chair. Alone, she promptly cries into her hands.

To those who want to help Delikado in HIS APW…

Dr. Apartment is shown his new wheelchair, as his legs rest limply before him. He doesn’t look happy about it, but he doesn’t have much of a choice. The rest of the gang looks on with encouragement.

You better be ready to keep up.

Back outside, the carnies Lizardman and Sha-Nay-Nay sit under a shack as toxic sludge glows in the background. They try to keep warm against each other as rain begins to fall.

To those who still doubt Delikado…

The remnants of the sinkhole that devoured Edger G. Gallagher are portrayed, as is the fire escape where The Mime was “hanged” by a “noose.”

You best change your minds now while you can still save face. And save your face.

Delikado keeps walking. All focus falls upon him.

And to all foes who will stand in Delikado’s way…

Delikado pulls a cigar from his pocket and puts it into his mouth. Even with the rain falling, he snaps his fingers and the cigar lights. The Cuban takes a puff and blows smoke into the air before looking to the camera.

Boss Delikado: Be warned: You’re making a BIG mistake…and Delikado will win off you for it. I’m Da Bawse, and I’m REALLY about to change things now.

The scene pulls up to the approaching night and when it reaches the horizon, the camera begins to zoom in to something we can’t quite see for a variety of reasons, but the distant noise it makes is audible.

It’s a ship’s horn blowing mightily.[/font][/size]

Sha-Nay-Nay's Dialogue:
1.) "Go make a sandwich and choke on it, human."
2.) "You imbecile, I will turn into a Yao guai if that slime touches my bear skin!"