Post by Delikado on Apr 10, 2013 23:58:10 GMT -4
Mr. Valdez, thank you for coming on such short notice.
Manny Valdez climbs out of his Porsche as two men in suits greet him outside a Hilton Hotel. The lawyer to Delikado slams the vehicle’s door and walks away, tossing the key to a valet as he bitterly stomps forward.
Manny Valdez: This had better be good juice. I was THIS close to getting a restraining order signed on behalf of the rest of the world to keep the Duchess of Alba’s face under an iron box. I swear why hasn’t Jessica Alba taken that duchy yet? Probably the modesty…Gah…I want to BE her…
Suit #1: We apologize, sir. Greatly and lots.
Suit #2: Yes, lots of sorries, but this could be the instrument to set up the scandal of the century for Michael Callahan.
Valdez: Well, if you say so. With my Harvard Law-degree-earned opinion, it is best that I survey this and confirm if it is indeed century-level scandal material.
The three men enter the Hilton and walk across the opening room. Suddenly, Manny spots a gathering of men in plainclothes, all of whom stare intently at the lawyer as he walks. Normally flattered, Valdez can’t help but narrow his eyes as he spots the unique fleur-die-lis stitched into the cloth material on their shoulders. Surprise passes through Manny’s face.
Valdez: Fleur-die-lis? That’s the mark of the Nobles. Just what are THEY doing in a Hilton? Drugs aren’t allowed in here…
Suit #1: We can confirm that they are part of the scandal, sir. Please, let us hurry to the elevator and get to the room.
Valdez hurries along with his associates as the fleur-die-lis wearing Nobles slowly move from their seated positions and begin to skulk in Manny’s footsteps. He glances back briefly as he turns the corner, spotting the five Nobles clearly stalking him. As a professional, Manny does not get nervous or exaggerate in any way.
Valdez: OH GOD THEY’RE GOING TO GET ME! I’M GOING TO BE FUTURE-ENDEAVOOOOOORED!!!
Manny runs as fast as he can to the elevator and presses the button a million times (in this case, literally; dude has fast fingers), and when he looks up long enough in between his button-pushing, he sees that the suits that welcomed him have now willingly stepped aside and are allowing the Nobles free passage.
Valdez: SON OF A MOTHER—
The elevator door opens finally and Manny rushes inside…but so do the Nobles, who bar the door from closing and spill inside like smoke. They brutally begin to beat away on the defenseless, lawyer, and though it isn’t the first time Manny has had five guys plowing away on him before, this time there’s no safe-word. Valdez tries to fight the Nobles off, but the assault is too much as the men bust him open and jerk him from the elevator. One of them promptly pulls out two pieces of paper and begins to roll them up into two separate thin lines. Bleeding and battered, Manny nonetheless spots the Noble with the paper and stammers.
Valdez: N…No! Not the paper! I’m allergic! DEATHLY!
The Noble smiles as he finishes folding the first paper line.
Noble Guard: We know. That’s why we picked out a page from a book on allergic reactions to paper. Irony. It’s a bitch, just like your Bawse. Have fun defending kiddie-fiddlers in the next dimension, Valdez!
Valdez: NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
The four men hold Manny down, one of them restraining his head in place, and the Noble with the paper rolls inserts them up a struggling Manny’s nose. Valdez immediately begins to suffer an allergic reaction to the paper, but the scene cuts to black before we see anymore.
The Carnival[/u]
Dr. Apartment is seen rolling in his wheelchair down a ramp and past several parts of the Carnival that are currently under renovation by maintenance and repair people, giving the Carnival its most lively appearance in a long time. As he rolls along through the boisterous carnival grounds, the good crippled doctor is met with a small pig that walks at his side on all fours. It’s Piggy Wiggy, the Talking Pig! He’s like Gordy, the other talking pig (Do NOT let me have been the only person who saw “Gordy” as a child; I will be sad and feel pathetic if I’m the only person who ever watched Gordy. Srsly.)
Piggy Wiggy: Oink! Well heya, Doc App! Oink, oink!
Dr. Apartment: Good afternoon, Piggy Wiggy.
Piggy Wiggy: His Cuban Holiness, oink Pope Delikado XXX, has called forth a meeting to be had shortly. He also oink, oink requests it be brief, as he has very much going on this day, and His Cuban Holiness feels long-winded discussion will only oink, oink distract him from the very much he has scheduled. Oink.
Dr. Apartment: Ah, and where is APW’s newly elected “Pope” now?
Piggy Wiggy: Oink. In his sanctuary praying to the Wrestling Gods for guidance and strength. He has asked to not be disturbed. Oink, oink, no disturbances of any kind, oink, and none should try to get him to leave until he feels it is good and oink proper.
Dr. Apartment: I see. And how is he…
Piggy Wiggy: Well oink golly, whatcha mean oink?
Dr. Apartment: I mean after last week with Callahan and Level-One and the disgracing of his Heavyweight Championship bout. Not to forget the recent personal loss we’ve suffered with Manny. How the APW is suddenly rife with madness on all fronts, how alignments are shifting and being formed, and how his “Cuban Holiness” is to approach these factors. Those are what I mean!
Piggy Wiggy: Ooooooh, oink. Well last I heard the Holy Cuban Father was advising pause and calmness of action.
Dr. Apartment stops rolling his chair forward for a moment and quizzically glances at the talking pig.
Dr. Apartment: Those don’t sound like Delikado words. Come now, Piggy Wiggy, you are the Cuban Pope’s beloved pet who has been with him since day one—
Flashback cut to Delikado joining the APW. The camera pans over to see Piggy Wiggy standing there. Now we see Delikado at the Overdrive title match at One Night in Hell, where Piggy Wiggy is jumping on the ropes, squealing for Deli to fight and then crying when he loses. Lastly Delikado finishes cutting a promo video.
Delikado: LIKE A BAWSE! C’mon, Piggy!
Delikado picks up Piggy Wiggy and the two go get sundaes. We return to the present where Dr. Apartment shakes his head at the pig’s comment from Delikado.
Dr. Apartment: You are always around him. Surely you know how he REALLY is.
Piggy Wiggy: Oink, in the private of his quarters, his Cuban Holiness is almost rabid in his sorrows and regrets. He has no clue as to what Level-oink-One was trying to prove at the end of the title match, and as such holds some contempt for the man despite his rebirth oink advising him to hold no such grudges. As for Callahan and the World oink Championship, he has begun to push for a bill toward the new management enacting a potential rematch oink, one that will assure such interference does not repeat itself. His Cuban oink Holiness believes the will of the Wrestling Gods dictates it only proper to wage such persistent battle against the forces of the Wrestling Devil that no doubt presently grip the Heavyweight Championship. As for oink, oink, Valdez…do not forget they were both good Cuban oink pals before His Cuban Holiness became Pope of the APW. Perhaps the longest standing, most loyal ally Delikado had…Oink.
Dr. Apartment hangs his head and sighs.
Dr. Apartment: That sounds more like what I would expect from Delikado…
The Council Chamber of Chocolate[/u]
The scene switches now to the Deli Tee Vee gang gathered before the Chamber of Chocolate (it was once a Willy Wonka knock-off room when the Carnival was originally established). The group is chatting it up on various topics, when this man steps forward with a microphone:
Cardinal Sniper: Ahem. His Cuban Holiness, Pope Delikado…XXX!
The opening to “Final Countdown” by Europe plays as the DTV gang quiets down and turns their focus to a curtain where a white stallion emerges, being ridden by the newly crowned Pope of APW, Delikado XXX. The Cuban wears an unreadable face as he calmly, quietly rides his horse to the front of the chamber where a chair worthy of the real Pope in Rome (aka that dude who took the wind out of my sails) is set up. After sitting on the horse just to seemingly strike a pose, the Cuban Pope climbs off his steed and pats the animal’s head.
Pope Delikado XXX: Thank you, First Lieutenant Daleatucuerpoalegriamacarena.
He turns his head to the person who announced his intro, bowing his head graciously.
Pope Delikado XXX: And thank you, Cardinal Sniper.
Cardinal Sniper gaily claps and returns the bow before stepping off to the side, meeting the weirded out looks of the rest of the DTV gang. Even as construction on the Carnival is heard going on outside, Pope Delikado walks to his chair and sits down. Everyone in the room has turned to face him, waiting on the Cuban’s first real words since his “rebirth” a week ago in the hospital. He has been in seclusion mostly since this act, with even Sofia Monzón, his right-hand-lady, being left in the dark on just what is to happen next. Still unreadable in his face and body language, the Cuban Pope takes a cigar from the table next to him and chomps down onto it without lighting it. Silence lingers in the Chamber for a few moments until the main man in charge finally inhales and exhales with some initial resignation.
Pope Delikado XXX: We have been drawn into a battle unlike any other this week. The APW “leaders”, using their fresh proxy Alexander Duvall, have put us together into tag team action with Johnny Rebel, overcoming his shame of removal from power and leaping back from the edge of the “retirement and exile” grave for one more run in the ring, and…Ex Gradu, Level-One, the One who chose to meddle in our affairs, and the One who defied the will of the Wrestling Gods!
Silence lingers over the Chamber of Chocolate yet again.
Pope Delikado XXX: And on the other end of the spectrum in which we find ourselves, there is to be opposing in due combativeness encounters with men of our past to some degree.
Jet Carrington: The fudge is he talking about?
Moss Carrington: I dunno. Think he’s got a stomach ache or something…?
Pope Delikado XXX: CJ Gates, a longstanding alleged speaker of honor and glory in this business, one who might be labeled the prodigal reverence figure on Overdrive and in the APW at large. Alongside him is the Mark of Mania, the most detrimental figure to our good health. At one time he gave us the rabies, an act which we have, since taking on the wrestling papal powers, spared excommunication on his being and eternal wrestling soul, instead to focus our rebirth’s potential in the form of forgiveness. It is a kindness we can only bestow in good faith that Mania will allow battle between our sides to spare any raccoons and chemical warfare. Lastly, there is the current World Heavyweight Champion, Michael Joshua Callahan. In truth we cannot say we know what the grand plan and still is to keep this Champion in power…but by the Wrestling God’s will we will honor it and press onward to be his instrument, for as long as the Wrestling Devil plagues, we shall purge! It could be this week, or the next one, or for all the weeks eternity, but this wrestling papacy shall see Goodness restored in both itself and in the APW lands!
The Cuban Pope leans back in his chair, twirling the cigar momentarily between his fingers.
Pope Delikado XXX: We consider great moments of opportunity in this six-man tag match. Aggressiveness will be met, and though we carry some hesitation on our part when in alignment with Level-One and Rebel, due in large part to having no tried and true convictions or connections with them in the past, but we shall look upon this merger of strengths and personalities as a building of brotherhood bridges, rather than a torching of said bridges. Level-One has his endeavors, and perhaps they are selfish, perhaps they are full of enmity to anyone who conflicts with them, but we shall do our best to accommodate them, so long as he carries forth such policies in some agreement with our beliefs and in respect and eternal love to the Wrestling God who has allowed us all to live our careers and dreams today.
Now Delikado XXX inhales again, as First Lieutenant Daleatucuerpoalegriamacarena eats from a bale of hay to the side.
Pope Delikado XXX: The world is turning more and more every hour, shifting away from the Goodness we wish to spread in this APW, the REAL APW, and the rivals to our cause stand here in their true, growing strength. Though Mark Mania, for instance, has fallen in and to some degree hangs in effigy upon the loss of the Overdrive Championship to our brother-in-arms Evan Envi, we see in him the enmity to fight and take action in the hopes he will recuperate and tear forth a new path of destruction. Possibly to the return of the Overdrive Championship, or perhaps he will use his close quarters with the World Heavyweight Champion Callahan to enrich their understanding of one another and to figure out how a match between them could come to be…at the expense of denying us, for Mania could still very well harbor ill feelings for me particularly when the course of “Bawse” flowed in our now-holy blood. He is relentless, this Mark of Mania, and little has been exchanged between myself and Evan Envi in regards to how we should combat him when the hour arrives.
Everyone sitting at the table is confused as hell, and I wouldn’t be surprised if you were too. This new, “reborn” Delikado is very much a shocker, in both his manner of speaking and in his general personality as he sits upon the chair. But the Cuban Pope is either oblivious to the bewilderment of his comrades, or he merely dismisses it.
Pope Delikado XXX: And then there is Gates, blessed Ceej. It’s been a good era since we last saw him, for failed battle with Terry Marvin kept his focus off our actions, but at long last we meet again. The old Delikado would besmirch such a man in his hat and tone as a “schmuck” or perhaps a “crazy” who once saw and spoke with his departed family. Now we see differently. After all, we speak with the departed Wrestling Gods, who gave us this bounty of professional wrestling glory centuries ago and then departed into the great squared circle within the skies. It is not much different, for we seek guidance in our own ways. The only difference is we found guidance that empowers us now, while CJ has not been so fortunate as to find empowerment. He struggles, he falls, and then he repeats it would appear. Now it lands him in the cahoots of a man of ill-temper and a once-pathological liar now paying for his crimes in a sense. It is PA-THE-TI--….forgive us…
Pope Delikado inhales and exhales slowly, as he leans even further back in his chair while his staffers look confused. The Cuban smiles warmly as he shakes off whatever just hit him.
Pope Delikado: Finally, there is our Callahan. We confess openly that he is a puzzle we have not cracked, for our will is clearly not willful enough, and the hour is not yet upon us when we have the power to unburden his soul and relive it of that corrupting element, the World Heavyweight Championship. For now Callahan escapes us with the gold, but in time our bill will be finalized and transported to the APW management, where it shall strongly promote a second battle, far away from any outsiders and their wickedness. Meanwhile we wish to bow and think hard for Callahan the man, not the Champion. He is a threat who comes to us from a brand unknown in its true caliber, Asylum, and he treks through our Overdrive as quite the moral character. Long ago he bullied, and some rumors now suggest, though we tend to ignore such words as provided by gossip and tabloids, that Callahan is beginning a ‘turn’, perhaps his own rebirth, but yet also potentially a façade, a ploy to net him a grander reign. In time we will discover which, and then we will use our might to shape the course and enact the plan of the Wrestling Gods. We have seen it, dreamt it, been told on it in moments of solitude and concession: In the end Goodness WILL triumph…or the wrestling world comes undone. The APW wills its true fate, and we are, all of us here today, the crusaders who in time will play forth that fate.
Now the Cuban Pope begins to frown a bit as he leans forward, biting onto his cigar once again as he folds his hands together.
Pope Delikado XXX: One final topic…the new head of the Noble Clan has decided to assert himself upon our foundation, with villainous due course at that. His actions have toppled a tabloid, he has conquered a cruise ship under the moniker of ‘Utopia’, making him a threat not only to the present ground he occupies, but any of the lands the APW can operate in from around the globe. Our travels could very well lead us into his hands, into a trap if we do not progress cautiously and with a plan. This new Noble is a threat to all that is Good, and he will resist any and all powers that try to stop him. Indeed, he has bought and bullied his way into becoming “Grand Master”, though of what we still do not know. And finally, most recently…to defy and enrage us, indeed to PISS US OFF, he took it upon himself to strike and send to the next dimension the man of law who protected us from injustices in law and order, Manny Valdez, a man we all called a friend.
Sofia Monzón: I hated him…
Pope Delikado XXX: Ladies and gentlemen, my loyal friends of the wrestling papacy...we are at war.
The scene abruptly cuts to black.
Manny Valdez climbs out of his Porsche as two men in suits greet him outside a Hilton Hotel. The lawyer to Delikado slams the vehicle’s door and walks away, tossing the key to a valet as he bitterly stomps forward.
Manny Valdez: This had better be good juice. I was THIS close to getting a restraining order signed on behalf of the rest of the world to keep the Duchess of Alba’s face under an iron box. I swear why hasn’t Jessica Alba taken that duchy yet? Probably the modesty…Gah…I want to BE her…
Suit #1: We apologize, sir. Greatly and lots.
Suit #2: Yes, lots of sorries, but this could be the instrument to set up the scandal of the century for Michael Callahan.
Valdez: Well, if you say so. With my Harvard Law-degree-earned opinion, it is best that I survey this and confirm if it is indeed century-level scandal material.
The three men enter the Hilton and walk across the opening room. Suddenly, Manny spots a gathering of men in plainclothes, all of whom stare intently at the lawyer as he walks. Normally flattered, Valdez can’t help but narrow his eyes as he spots the unique fleur-die-lis stitched into the cloth material on their shoulders. Surprise passes through Manny’s face.
Valdez: Fleur-die-lis? That’s the mark of the Nobles. Just what are THEY doing in a Hilton? Drugs aren’t allowed in here…
Suit #1: We can confirm that they are part of the scandal, sir. Please, let us hurry to the elevator and get to the room.
Valdez hurries along with his associates as the fleur-die-lis wearing Nobles slowly move from their seated positions and begin to skulk in Manny’s footsteps. He glances back briefly as he turns the corner, spotting the five Nobles clearly stalking him. As a professional, Manny does not get nervous or exaggerate in any way.
Valdez: OH GOD THEY’RE GOING TO GET ME! I’M GOING TO BE FUTURE-ENDEAVOOOOOORED!!!
Manny runs as fast as he can to the elevator and presses the button a million times (in this case, literally; dude has fast fingers), and when he looks up long enough in between his button-pushing, he sees that the suits that welcomed him have now willingly stepped aside and are allowing the Nobles free passage.
Valdez: SON OF A MOTHER—
The elevator door opens finally and Manny rushes inside…but so do the Nobles, who bar the door from closing and spill inside like smoke. They brutally begin to beat away on the defenseless, lawyer, and though it isn’t the first time Manny has had five guys plowing away on him before, this time there’s no safe-word. Valdez tries to fight the Nobles off, but the assault is too much as the men bust him open and jerk him from the elevator. One of them promptly pulls out two pieces of paper and begins to roll them up into two separate thin lines. Bleeding and battered, Manny nonetheless spots the Noble with the paper and stammers.
Valdez: N…No! Not the paper! I’m allergic! DEATHLY!
The Noble smiles as he finishes folding the first paper line.
Noble Guard: We know. That’s why we picked out a page from a book on allergic reactions to paper. Irony. It’s a bitch, just like your Bawse. Have fun defending kiddie-fiddlers in the next dimension, Valdez!
Valdez: NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
The four men hold Manny down, one of them restraining his head in place, and the Noble with the paper rolls inserts them up a struggling Manny’s nose. Valdez immediately begins to suffer an allergic reaction to the paper, but the scene cuts to black before we see anymore.
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Episode 41- "The Crusade of Cool"
The Carnival[/u]
Dr. Apartment is seen rolling in his wheelchair down a ramp and past several parts of the Carnival that are currently under renovation by maintenance and repair people, giving the Carnival its most lively appearance in a long time. As he rolls along through the boisterous carnival grounds, the good crippled doctor is met with a small pig that walks at his side on all fours. It’s Piggy Wiggy, the Talking Pig! He’s like Gordy, the other talking pig (Do NOT let me have been the only person who saw “Gordy” as a child; I will be sad and feel pathetic if I’m the only person who ever watched Gordy. Srsly.)
Piggy Wiggy: Oink! Well heya, Doc App! Oink, oink!
Dr. Apartment: Good afternoon, Piggy Wiggy.
Piggy Wiggy: His Cuban Holiness, oink Pope Delikado XXX, has called forth a meeting to be had shortly. He also oink, oink requests it be brief, as he has very much going on this day, and His Cuban Holiness feels long-winded discussion will only oink, oink distract him from the very much he has scheduled. Oink.
Dr. Apartment: Ah, and where is APW’s newly elected “Pope” now?
Piggy Wiggy: Oink. In his sanctuary praying to the Wrestling Gods for guidance and strength. He has asked to not be disturbed. Oink, oink, no disturbances of any kind, oink, and none should try to get him to leave until he feels it is good and oink proper.
Dr. Apartment: I see. And how is he…
Piggy Wiggy: Well oink golly, whatcha mean oink?
Dr. Apartment: I mean after last week with Callahan and Level-One and the disgracing of his Heavyweight Championship bout. Not to forget the recent personal loss we’ve suffered with Manny. How the APW is suddenly rife with madness on all fronts, how alignments are shifting and being formed, and how his “Cuban Holiness” is to approach these factors. Those are what I mean!
Piggy Wiggy: Ooooooh, oink. Well last I heard the Holy Cuban Father was advising pause and calmness of action.
Dr. Apartment stops rolling his chair forward for a moment and quizzically glances at the talking pig.
Dr. Apartment: Those don’t sound like Delikado words. Come now, Piggy Wiggy, you are the Cuban Pope’s beloved pet who has been with him since day one—
Flashback cut to Delikado joining the APW. The camera pans over to see Piggy Wiggy standing there. Now we see Delikado at the Overdrive title match at One Night in Hell, where Piggy Wiggy is jumping on the ropes, squealing for Deli to fight and then crying when he loses. Lastly Delikado finishes cutting a promo video.
Delikado: LIKE A BAWSE! C’mon, Piggy!
Delikado picks up Piggy Wiggy and the two go get sundaes. We return to the present where Dr. Apartment shakes his head at the pig’s comment from Delikado.
Dr. Apartment: You are always around him. Surely you know how he REALLY is.
Piggy Wiggy: Oink, in the private of his quarters, his Cuban Holiness is almost rabid in his sorrows and regrets. He has no clue as to what Level-oink-One was trying to prove at the end of the title match, and as such holds some contempt for the man despite his rebirth oink advising him to hold no such grudges. As for Callahan and the World oink Championship, he has begun to push for a bill toward the new management enacting a potential rematch oink, one that will assure such interference does not repeat itself. His Cuban oink Holiness believes the will of the Wrestling Gods dictates it only proper to wage such persistent battle against the forces of the Wrestling Devil that no doubt presently grip the Heavyweight Championship. As for oink, oink, Valdez…do not forget they were both good Cuban oink pals before His Cuban Holiness became Pope of the APW. Perhaps the longest standing, most loyal ally Delikado had…Oink.
Dr. Apartment hangs his head and sighs.
Dr. Apartment: That sounds more like what I would expect from Delikado…
The Council Chamber of Chocolate[/u]
The scene switches now to the Deli Tee Vee gang gathered before the Chamber of Chocolate (it was once a Willy Wonka knock-off room when the Carnival was originally established). The group is chatting it up on various topics, when this man steps forward with a microphone:
Cardinal Sniper: Ahem. His Cuban Holiness, Pope Delikado…XXX!
The opening to “Final Countdown” by Europe plays as the DTV gang quiets down and turns their focus to a curtain where a white stallion emerges, being ridden by the newly crowned Pope of APW, Delikado XXX. The Cuban wears an unreadable face as he calmly, quietly rides his horse to the front of the chamber where a chair worthy of the real Pope in Rome (aka that dude who took the wind out of my sails) is set up. After sitting on the horse just to seemingly strike a pose, the Cuban Pope climbs off his steed and pats the animal’s head.
Pope Delikado XXX: Thank you, First Lieutenant Daleatucuerpoalegriamacarena.
He turns his head to the person who announced his intro, bowing his head graciously.
Pope Delikado XXX: And thank you, Cardinal Sniper.
Cardinal Sniper gaily claps and returns the bow before stepping off to the side, meeting the weirded out looks of the rest of the DTV gang. Even as construction on the Carnival is heard going on outside, Pope Delikado walks to his chair and sits down. Everyone in the room has turned to face him, waiting on the Cuban’s first real words since his “rebirth” a week ago in the hospital. He has been in seclusion mostly since this act, with even Sofia Monzón, his right-hand-lady, being left in the dark on just what is to happen next. Still unreadable in his face and body language, the Cuban Pope takes a cigar from the table next to him and chomps down onto it without lighting it. Silence lingers in the Chamber for a few moments until the main man in charge finally inhales and exhales with some initial resignation.
Pope Delikado XXX: We have been drawn into a battle unlike any other this week. The APW “leaders”, using their fresh proxy Alexander Duvall, have put us together into tag team action with Johnny Rebel, overcoming his shame of removal from power and leaping back from the edge of the “retirement and exile” grave for one more run in the ring, and…Ex Gradu, Level-One, the One who chose to meddle in our affairs, and the One who defied the will of the Wrestling Gods!
Silence lingers over the Chamber of Chocolate yet again.
Pope Delikado XXX: And on the other end of the spectrum in which we find ourselves, there is to be opposing in due combativeness encounters with men of our past to some degree.
Jet Carrington: The fudge is he talking about?
Moss Carrington: I dunno. Think he’s got a stomach ache or something…?
Pope Delikado XXX: CJ Gates, a longstanding alleged speaker of honor and glory in this business, one who might be labeled the prodigal reverence figure on Overdrive and in the APW at large. Alongside him is the Mark of Mania, the most detrimental figure to our good health. At one time he gave us the rabies, an act which we have, since taking on the wrestling papal powers, spared excommunication on his being and eternal wrestling soul, instead to focus our rebirth’s potential in the form of forgiveness. It is a kindness we can only bestow in good faith that Mania will allow battle between our sides to spare any raccoons and chemical warfare. Lastly, there is the current World Heavyweight Champion, Michael Joshua Callahan. In truth we cannot say we know what the grand plan and still is to keep this Champion in power…but by the Wrestling God’s will we will honor it and press onward to be his instrument, for as long as the Wrestling Devil plagues, we shall purge! It could be this week, or the next one, or for all the weeks eternity, but this wrestling papacy shall see Goodness restored in both itself and in the APW lands!
The Cuban Pope leans back in his chair, twirling the cigar momentarily between his fingers.
Pope Delikado XXX: We consider great moments of opportunity in this six-man tag match. Aggressiveness will be met, and though we carry some hesitation on our part when in alignment with Level-One and Rebel, due in large part to having no tried and true convictions or connections with them in the past, but we shall look upon this merger of strengths and personalities as a building of brotherhood bridges, rather than a torching of said bridges. Level-One has his endeavors, and perhaps they are selfish, perhaps they are full of enmity to anyone who conflicts with them, but we shall do our best to accommodate them, so long as he carries forth such policies in some agreement with our beliefs and in respect and eternal love to the Wrestling God who has allowed us all to live our careers and dreams today.
Now Delikado XXX inhales again, as First Lieutenant Daleatucuerpoalegriamacarena eats from a bale of hay to the side.
Pope Delikado XXX: The world is turning more and more every hour, shifting away from the Goodness we wish to spread in this APW, the REAL APW, and the rivals to our cause stand here in their true, growing strength. Though Mark Mania, for instance, has fallen in and to some degree hangs in effigy upon the loss of the Overdrive Championship to our brother-in-arms Evan Envi, we see in him the enmity to fight and take action in the hopes he will recuperate and tear forth a new path of destruction. Possibly to the return of the Overdrive Championship, or perhaps he will use his close quarters with the World Heavyweight Champion Callahan to enrich their understanding of one another and to figure out how a match between them could come to be…at the expense of denying us, for Mania could still very well harbor ill feelings for me particularly when the course of “Bawse” flowed in our now-holy blood. He is relentless, this Mark of Mania, and little has been exchanged between myself and Evan Envi in regards to how we should combat him when the hour arrives.
Everyone sitting at the table is confused as hell, and I wouldn’t be surprised if you were too. This new, “reborn” Delikado is very much a shocker, in both his manner of speaking and in his general personality as he sits upon the chair. But the Cuban Pope is either oblivious to the bewilderment of his comrades, or he merely dismisses it.
Pope Delikado XXX: And then there is Gates, blessed Ceej. It’s been a good era since we last saw him, for failed battle with Terry Marvin kept his focus off our actions, but at long last we meet again. The old Delikado would besmirch such a man in his hat and tone as a “schmuck” or perhaps a “crazy” who once saw and spoke with his departed family. Now we see differently. After all, we speak with the departed Wrestling Gods, who gave us this bounty of professional wrestling glory centuries ago and then departed into the great squared circle within the skies. It is not much different, for we seek guidance in our own ways. The only difference is we found guidance that empowers us now, while CJ has not been so fortunate as to find empowerment. He struggles, he falls, and then he repeats it would appear. Now it lands him in the cahoots of a man of ill-temper and a once-pathological liar now paying for his crimes in a sense. It is PA-THE-TI--….forgive us…
Pope Delikado inhales and exhales slowly, as he leans even further back in his chair while his staffers look confused. The Cuban smiles warmly as he shakes off whatever just hit him.
Pope Delikado: Finally, there is our Callahan. We confess openly that he is a puzzle we have not cracked, for our will is clearly not willful enough, and the hour is not yet upon us when we have the power to unburden his soul and relive it of that corrupting element, the World Heavyweight Championship. For now Callahan escapes us with the gold, but in time our bill will be finalized and transported to the APW management, where it shall strongly promote a second battle, far away from any outsiders and their wickedness. Meanwhile we wish to bow and think hard for Callahan the man, not the Champion. He is a threat who comes to us from a brand unknown in its true caliber, Asylum, and he treks through our Overdrive as quite the moral character. Long ago he bullied, and some rumors now suggest, though we tend to ignore such words as provided by gossip and tabloids, that Callahan is beginning a ‘turn’, perhaps his own rebirth, but yet also potentially a façade, a ploy to net him a grander reign. In time we will discover which, and then we will use our might to shape the course and enact the plan of the Wrestling Gods. We have seen it, dreamt it, been told on it in moments of solitude and concession: In the end Goodness WILL triumph…or the wrestling world comes undone. The APW wills its true fate, and we are, all of us here today, the crusaders who in time will play forth that fate.
Now the Cuban Pope begins to frown a bit as he leans forward, biting onto his cigar once again as he folds his hands together.
Pope Delikado XXX: One final topic…the new head of the Noble Clan has decided to assert himself upon our foundation, with villainous due course at that. His actions have toppled a tabloid, he has conquered a cruise ship under the moniker of ‘Utopia’, making him a threat not only to the present ground he occupies, but any of the lands the APW can operate in from around the globe. Our travels could very well lead us into his hands, into a trap if we do not progress cautiously and with a plan. This new Noble is a threat to all that is Good, and he will resist any and all powers that try to stop him. Indeed, he has bought and bullied his way into becoming “Grand Master”, though of what we still do not know. And finally, most recently…to defy and enrage us, indeed to PISS US OFF, he took it upon himself to strike and send to the next dimension the man of law who protected us from injustices in law and order, Manny Valdez, a man we all called a friend.
Sofia Monzón: I hated him…
Pope Delikado XXX: Ladies and gentlemen, my loyal friends of the wrestling papacy...we are at war.
The scene abruptly cuts to black.
To Be Continued…
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