Post by Delikado/J-Noble on Apr 16, 2011 22:10:46 GMT -5
We return to the sight of the Kingdom of Pride banner where UWL Tag Team Champion Robbie Venom is standing. He looks all smug and whatnot as he holds his belt and grins at the camera.
Robbie Venom: Well, well, well…look at this: the Kingdom of Pride CLOSING?
Robbie sarcastically pops a hand to his chin in pretend shock.
Robbie Venom: How could that POSSIBLY be? I mean…could it be because the place totally sucks? Sucks without me, “The Antidote?” Heh-heh. Well, you bitches had your chance with me this second round, but it looks like you fucked up. Juuuust liiiike laaaaast time…and now we—
Delikado: Out of Delikado’s way, lady!
Suddenly, Robbie is kicked right in the side of the head and sent flying off-screen with a loud crashing noise following his departure up. LAST CALL TO CUBA ON ROBBIE VENOM! WOOOOOO! (and it was totally approved by his partner, Alex aka Jerry McClean) It is then that Delikado appears on-screen looking as epic as he was when we last saw him five minutes ago. The Cuban does not even look at the man he kicked, instead facing the camera with a burning intensity.
Delikado: HELLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! KINGDOM OF PRIDE!! FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO DO NOT KNOW WHO I AM: I…AM THE ORIGINAL KING OF PRIDE, FACT! OH YES, THE FIRST! FACT! NONE OF THESE OTHER CHARADES WHO CAME ABOUT AND STARTED TAKING ON THE TITLE! ME!
Delikado holds up his hands and counts down as he names off bitches.
Delikado: NOT…”The Pride of a Champion”! NOT…”The King of the Road!” NOT…”The Valiant One!” No, NO, says the Kingdom of Pride’s Original King of Pride! And just what sort of name follows a name of that is which the copyright and the sole genetic right to a title of being Pride’s only genuine King?
Dramatically lifting his cigar, followed by a lighter in which he uses to set alight his cigar, Delikado lights up and takes a puff of the cigar in his hand. Even more dramatically that the lighting is the blowing of smoke from the Cuban into the camera lens as he prepares to proclaim himself to the world for the umpteenth time.
Delikado: I am…Delikado. And as of this moment, this SINGLE, BADASS, PALATABLE time in the Kingdom of Pride, Mister Cuba announces to all of you watching, and all of you listening in your ears…and all of you elsewhere doing something else that does not relate or tie-in to what is being said by me…that you ARE…a part of his JOURNEY!
Delikado clamps his teeth down onto the cigar, chuckling confidently.
Delikado: Whether you are Delikado’s opponent, or whether you are Delikado’s bitch; whether you are Delikado’s partner in crime, or whether you are Delikado’s foot-stool amigo; whether you are staff that thinks you can control Delikado and keep him down, or whether you are the staff that Delikado controls and keeps down, you are…the journey.
Delikado’s eyes widen to an incredible height, almost to the point you’d think it was impossible eyes could get that wide, but Delikado’s adrenaline (or drugs, your call) has made it so. He has gone beyond what you would perceive as impossible, and now he is standing before the Kingdom of Pride banner with that Cuban passion in full burning glow.
Delikado: And now, tonight. Tonight, Delikado has returned to the Kingdom of Pride! TONIGHT, Delikado is back for “Pride, Honor, and Valiance II”! TO…NIGHT, Delikado is home. But as it turns out, as Mister Cuba has discovered through the ranks…home is over tonight.
His tone loses some intensity at first, as if Delikado actually feels regret to be saying the words. Nonetheless, Delikado is a solid man of professionalism, and he is too manly to hold onto something like the forthcoming end that Pride is headed towards. After that first initial pause, Delikado is back on that Cuban fireball of badassery and loudness.
Delikado: Yet even still, even WITH that knowledge, Delikado is back where his fate was born!
Delikado extends his right hand and clenches it into an almighty powerful FIST!
Delikado: And he is back with a singular desire, which is…to annihilate the asses and faces of people, of NOT-Delikado’s, who have tried to take over MY ring!
He points that mighty right fist at the camera, and his index finger comes forth to take aim at the camera.
Delikado: The Syndicate Championship. It is a mighty belt that Delikado gave so much purpose to many years ago in Pride’s first run. Now it is the belt that Delikado has come back to take with him on the journey as the Kingdom of Pride is finally prepared to sail into the wide blue YONDER! It is the only way. THE. ONLY. WAY! Delikado as the final Syndicate Champion of the World and Planet and Space. And yet…first he must do one final deed for the Kingdom of Pride ring, for the Kingdom of Pride faithful fans, and for the Kingdom of Pride Originals who did not make it to the end like I have.
Delikado rolls his neck, emitting a loud pop. He gives the camera “The Look” (a confident wink and grin).
Delikado: He must deliver a mighty right boot into the face of the present holder of my Syndicate title and challenger. He must bring forth an epic left boot into the face of the second rival challenger to said belt. And Deli be thinking they should be preparing for the boots, the kicks when they come a-flyin’, because Delikado, the greatest wrestler in the entire world and space and all that composes the rest of that not-liberal science, will be delivering the GOODS all NIGHT to any and all bitches who stand against me. They are…DELIKADO’S JOURNEY!
?: Dude…shut UP!
Delikado’s eyes narrow as he turns to the direction of that insolent voice that cut him off. Standing to the right of Delikado and steadily walking further on-screen is none other than JDP. Little bitch is currently standing about two heads shorter than Deli, yet his annoyingness seems to place him up a tad higher. Might also be because he’s wearing lifts in high-heels as he tries to rival the mighty Cuban BAWSE.
JDP: Jeebus, Bitchkado. You better stop all that screaming and crying before I put a boot in your face right here on camera in front of everyone!
Delikado continues to stare down at the shrimp as he crosses his arms and grins like he’s BAD all of a sudden. The Cuban is silent, ignoring as cigar ashes sprinkle down to his feet. He reaches a firm hand up and grips the cigar, pulling it from his mouth and holding it to his side as he looks JDP in the eye. After a few seconds, Delikado inhales and leans into JDP’s face, screaming loud enough to scare the shit out of the lad and make his balls drop.
Delikado: WHY THANK YOU, SMALL CHILD WHO IS LESS THAN THE STATURE OF A COMMON HOUSE MIDGET! DELIKADO APPRECIATES YOU WANTING TO LIFT YOUR BOOT UP AND TRY TO MATCH IT WITH HIS, AS DELIKADO IS THE MASTER OF ALL BOOT FLYING, AND HE SMILES UPON THE FACT! THAT YOU WANT TO LIFT YOUR HELLO KITTIE BOOTSIES UP AND LET THEM BE JUDGED BY ME! BUT LET IT BE KNOWN AS FACT! THAT DELIKADO IS THE ENTITY OF ALL THAT IS KICKING AND FOOT MOVEMENT, AND YOU…BOY…COULD NOT EVEN TAKE A STEP WITHOUT IT BEING APPROVED BY DELIKADO FIRST!! ESPECIALLY[/i] ON THIS HOLY LAND OF PRIDE, AND ESPECIALLY[/i][/u] ON MY JOURNEY!!![/color]
JDP: ……………………………
Delikado reaches out and puts a hand on JDP’s shoulder.
Delikado: You seem to be silent now. Would you care to have a boot at 100 mph in your face? Hmm?
JDP: Psssht, I don’t fear your boots, Cuban immigrant. Do you not remember?
Delikado: Remember what? Did Delikado throw you under a bus, fair Keebler Elf, and you are looking for compensation? Because I…WILL NOT GIVE IT!!
JDP cocks an eyebrow of confusion for a few seconds, but chooses to just grin yet again as he shakes his head.
JDP: Poor, delusional Cuban pish…clearly you have forgotten me. See, long ago, I defeated you, Delikado, in a best of seven series. All seven matches too. I did. I really did.
Delikado tilts his head back for a few seconds, as if he’s actually taking a moment to consider this statement made by the Smurf-sized child. And yet…he cannot remember this event.
Delikado: Hmmmm…
JDP: Just remember the name, bucko. It’s J….D…P. Heh-heh-heh!
JDP gives Delikado a little click of the teeth and wink, almost like a mock poor man’s version of Delikado’s “The Look”. The Cuban frowns as he rubs his chin in deep thought.
Delikado: JDP…JDP…Best of 7 Series…
JDP: That’s right. I won all seven matches, and give me a chance, I’ll do it again, because *singing* IIIIIII’ve beeeeen dreeeeeeeaaamiiiiiiiing of a whiiiiiiiiiite Christmaaaaaamaaaaas…and it eeeeends with Deliiiiii doooown…for the oooooooone…..twwoooooooo…..THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE—
LAST CALL TO CUBA!!!!
Having been extending his arms at his side as he sang to that mighty high note, JDP was unable to block Delikado’s boot as it shifted up like a rocket and cracked him right in the jaw! JDP flies to the floor with a girly cry preceding his impact. Delikado chomps down onto his cigar again as he proceeds to lift JDP up off the floor, sets his wobbly form up as straight as he can…and then goes forward to kick him in the face again! He lifts JDP back up…AND KICKS HIM AGAIN! He picks him up…AGAIN! Lifts up JDP, AGAIN! Up, DOWN! JDP splutters incoherently, with almost zero ability to move and barely conscious, and Delikado drops him again! JDP is now on the ground with his tongue hanging out and his face comically twisted like a cartoon character’s face might be. Delikado kneels down to look over the destroyed JDP. He pulls his cigar from his mouth and taps some ashes mockingly onto JDP’s head.
Delikado: Well then, we just had ourselves a Best of 7 Series right here, little small child who thinks he is man enough to even share the ring with Delikado…and you did not dodge any of Delikado’s boots. Hmm…all seven victories for me, it would appear. Would you care to sing a song about that, pish boy?
Delikado cocks his head at the camera and grins.
Delikado: Or maybe Delikado will just send your ass back to Dreamland with the chocolate sprinkle waterfall and the unicorn and the bi-curious caretaker who makes you juggle heavy pots on your head and gazes longingly at your pint-sized…head. It is clearly, for a FACT, the only place you could even think of defeating Delikado…and even then, Dreamland Delikado would beat your ass!
Delikado shakes his head and lifts JDP up off the floor, looking him over one last time and then to the camera.
Delikado: Would you like to see Delikado kick a small child on last time, Pride?
A resounding noise is heard, causing Delikado to grin. It wasn’t the fans, though, so who knows what he heard and then took for a yes. He sets JDP up against the wall, as the lad is no longer capable of standing on his own, and Delikado steps back, lifting his right boot up and tapping it against the floor for a testing of its preparation. Satisfied, Delikado moves forward and arches his boot into the air.
Delikado: Delikado: LIKE…A…BAWSE!!!
LAST CALL TO CUBA!!!!!!!!
The boot connects on JDP’s jaw, and without warning, the fragile part of the wall he’s leaning against gives way and JDP falls into the next room, being consumed by falling wall plaster debris! Delikado steps back, looking a bit surprised himself at first, but he smiles anyway, approving of what just happened. Only JDP’s foot is sticking out of the debris, twitching occasionally. Delikado kicks the leg, chuckles, and then refocuses on the camera.
Delikado: It seems one of Pride’s little wannabe bitches could not dodge the incoming stupendous skill and occasional WRATH of a true Original. But maybe the rest will excuse me for that, as Delikado reckons they called this piss-poor charade a Kingdom of Pride competitor when he was nothing but my puppet! Yes, perhaps the others who hold my title and try to keep it from its master and KING…WILL OVERLOOK THIS SCENE HERE AND LET ME PLUNDER THEM! Plunder…as in RAPE! Total character and in-ring ability RAPE them with my own genetic FIRE!
Delikado turns and pats the Pride banner in an adrenaline rush of complete manly Cubanness. His eyes may say insanity to some, but a true follower of Delikado knows that he is waaaaaay in the zone and ready to take on the whole goddamn world, and they love it.
Delikado: And let it be known, current Syndicate Champion and additional thug challenger who tries to plunder and potentially overcome Mister Cuba, that you do NOT know the correct sort of version of plunderance that you would have to take on in order to topple the mighty Delikado. For you see, not only is Delikado a Kingdom of Pride Original, not only is he the REAL King of Pride, and not only is Delikado the Master of All Boot-Kicking and Foot Movements, to the point you will have to have my approval to walk to your own defeat, but I am also the Chieftain of Forcible Unpleasantness on YOU in the Ring!! Delikado does not care what you have done in the time he was not here in his Kingdom, fools, and he takes little to no interest in your chronicles and reigns. As the entity of professional LIFE that Delikado is, he does not have to find any wonder, no shock and awe in your “Gangstar” lifestyle, Dru Tha Merc, and he does not have to crack a SMILE or cover his BUTTHOLE at how you have carried my title to this night, Kid Flanagan!
Delikado takes a mighty puff of his cigar and blows the smoke into the camera lens.
Delikado: This match, a match for the title that started it all for Delikado…and it carries the Champion that is me…and two prime examples of the WORLD’S…PROBLEMS! Do with that…what you will.
He starts to blow a smoke ring and wave off the camera when his mind is changed and he steps forth to carry on with a new thought.
Delikado: Actually no, Delikado will not let you do what you would like, as I am here, and we do things this Cuban’s way once and for all! Black! Go away, for nobody wants you “hooding” up my company! Boy, small Kid! Put that belt down, as it is no toy for you! Even in this time, even at a point where you may feel that it no longer matters, as the end is here, you cannot defeat Delikado. You cannot defend my title against me, and you cannot drop me like one of your nappy headed hos! Your legacies are not manly enough, and your fire is not my FIRE, which is very hot, hotter than the suns African tribes worship and little children stare into, foolishly not realizing that it will burn their pupils until it is too late, and then they are Ray Charles!
Delikado holds his right hand out once more and clenches it into the mighty FIST yet again. Clearly the Cuban has waited a long time to come forth and finally revel in Pride’s old glory that started his career so many years ago.
Delikado: But note that these are not sad times, Pride faithful. This world, this place is the one where Delikado faces down the last of those who stand here among the Kingdom of Pride roster, and he will see to it personally that it is the grandest of shows ever had! EVER! Pride, Honor, and Valiance II! They are things that Delikado has, and they are things that Delikado proudly admits are qualities he holds higher and more concrete than any other that presently occupies this company. That…THAT is why Delikado will take his Syndicate Championship back, and he will absorb all its purpose, and all the history it composes, into his Cuban being. My Cuban FIRE shall consume the belt and hand me the key to the chariot that will guide Pride into the next life! I am no savior, as Pride never became desperate enough to need one! FACT! FACT! FACT!
His face turning red with passionate rage that goes beyond just being some simple-minded anger or anything of the sort, Delikado points to the camera and then hovers his hand around himself.
Delikado: Delikado is merely the god that will open the gates of Wrestling Paradise, and deliver this company to it. From there, all the world’s mightiest will come to know that Delikado truly did change everything! That he was THE BOSS! That he was the Champion of the wrestling world! They will know, forever, whoever they are, whether they were here in this sport from ground zero or just entering into it today…they will realize—without any doubt…
A sense of calmness overcomes Delikado. He lowers his cigar, examines it once and then looks to the camera, and then drops it to the floor.
Delikado steps forward and walks away. The camera pans down to the cigar as it still smokes and the single cloud billows upward. The camera then pulls back up to the Kingdom of Pride banner, where the smoke lightly flows in front of, and we fade to black.
We fade in to a shot of Kingdom of Pride Owner Jeremy Sterling walking down the hallway of Pride. He smiles as he passes some stagehands and gives a courtesy nod to some wrestlers who pass him by. Sterling turns to his office door and starts to open it…when he finds the door already unlocked.
Sterling: What the…?
Sterling pushes the door to his office open and finds that someone is sitting in his chair, although they have it spun around so that he cannot see their identity.
Sterling: Hey!
Sterling then turns to find that his special bar is open as well and that his champagne is missing.
Sterling: Hey!!
With an angry look on his face, Sterling turns to the person in the chair.
Sterling: What the hell do you think you’re doing in my office?
The person spins the chair around to reveal themselves as Delikado! He’s also holding Sterling’s champagne, which he unintentionally pops the cork off of just as he looks up at Sterling. The cork flies into the ceiling and then down to the ground, giving Jeremy a start.
Sterling: Delikado, I was saving that!
Delikado grins as some champagne spills on his hands. He holds the bottle up, staring at it as it sparkles. He then looks to his boss and longtime friend.
Delikado: And Delikado reckons it was for today. FACT!
Sterling starts to protest…when he gets it. He slowly lowers his finger that was being pointed at Delikado, and a grin spreads across his face. Slowly, the audio fades as Sterling takes a step forward, grinning as the days of old, Delikado’s first appearance here in Pride, has come to return for this, the full-circle. The camera pulls back as the scene, lost on some but a memory for others, fades to white with Jeremy Sterling and Delikado being the last things we see…
Robbie Venom: Well, well, well…look at this: the Kingdom of Pride CLOSING?
Robbie sarcastically pops a hand to his chin in pretend shock.
Robbie Venom: How could that POSSIBLY be? I mean…could it be because the place totally sucks? Sucks without me, “The Antidote?” Heh-heh. Well, you bitches had your chance with me this second round, but it looks like you fucked up. Juuuust liiiike laaaaast time…and now we—
Delikado: Out of Delikado’s way, lady!
Suddenly, Robbie is kicked right in the side of the head and sent flying off-screen with a loud crashing noise following his departure up. LAST CALL TO CUBA ON ROBBIE VENOM! WOOOOOO! (and it was totally approved by his partner, Alex aka Jerry McClean) It is then that Delikado appears on-screen looking as epic as he was when we last saw him five minutes ago. The Cuban does not even look at the man he kicked, instead facing the camera with a burning intensity.
Delikado: HELLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! KINGDOM OF PRIDE!! FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO DO NOT KNOW WHO I AM: I…AM THE ORIGINAL KING OF PRIDE, FACT! OH YES, THE FIRST! FACT! NONE OF THESE OTHER CHARADES WHO CAME ABOUT AND STARTED TAKING ON THE TITLE! ME!
Delikado holds up his hands and counts down as he names off bitches.
Delikado: NOT…”The Pride of a Champion”! NOT…”The King of the Road!” NOT…”The Valiant One!” No, NO, says the Kingdom of Pride’s Original King of Pride! And just what sort of name follows a name of that is which the copyright and the sole genetic right to a title of being Pride’s only genuine King?
Dramatically lifting his cigar, followed by a lighter in which he uses to set alight his cigar, Delikado lights up and takes a puff of the cigar in his hand. Even more dramatically that the lighting is the blowing of smoke from the Cuban into the camera lens as he prepares to proclaim himself to the world for the umpteenth time.
Delikado: I am…Delikado. And as of this moment, this SINGLE, BADASS, PALATABLE time in the Kingdom of Pride, Mister Cuba announces to all of you watching, and all of you listening in your ears…and all of you elsewhere doing something else that does not relate or tie-in to what is being said by me…that you ARE…a part of his JOURNEY!
Delikado clamps his teeth down onto the cigar, chuckling confidently.
Delikado: Whether you are Delikado’s opponent, or whether you are Delikado’s bitch; whether you are Delikado’s partner in crime, or whether you are Delikado’s foot-stool amigo; whether you are staff that thinks you can control Delikado and keep him down, or whether you are the staff that Delikado controls and keeps down, you are…the journey.
Delikado’s eyes widen to an incredible height, almost to the point you’d think it was impossible eyes could get that wide, but Delikado’s adrenaline (or drugs, your call) has made it so. He has gone beyond what you would perceive as impossible, and now he is standing before the Kingdom of Pride banner with that Cuban passion in full burning glow.
Delikado: And now, tonight. Tonight, Delikado has returned to the Kingdom of Pride! TONIGHT, Delikado is back for “Pride, Honor, and Valiance II”! TO…NIGHT, Delikado is home. But as it turns out, as Mister Cuba has discovered through the ranks…home is over tonight.
His tone loses some intensity at first, as if Delikado actually feels regret to be saying the words. Nonetheless, Delikado is a solid man of professionalism, and he is too manly to hold onto something like the forthcoming end that Pride is headed towards. After that first initial pause, Delikado is back on that Cuban fireball of badassery and loudness.
Delikado: Yet even still, even WITH that knowledge, Delikado is back where his fate was born!
Delikado extends his right hand and clenches it into an almighty powerful FIST!
Delikado: And he is back with a singular desire, which is…to annihilate the asses and faces of people, of NOT-Delikado’s, who have tried to take over MY ring!
He points that mighty right fist at the camera, and his index finger comes forth to take aim at the camera.
Delikado: The Syndicate Championship. It is a mighty belt that Delikado gave so much purpose to many years ago in Pride’s first run. Now it is the belt that Delikado has come back to take with him on the journey as the Kingdom of Pride is finally prepared to sail into the wide blue YONDER! It is the only way. THE. ONLY. WAY! Delikado as the final Syndicate Champion of the World and Planet and Space. And yet…first he must do one final deed for the Kingdom of Pride ring, for the Kingdom of Pride faithful fans, and for the Kingdom of Pride Originals who did not make it to the end like I have.
Delikado rolls his neck, emitting a loud pop. He gives the camera “The Look” (a confident wink and grin).
Delikado: He must deliver a mighty right boot into the face of the present holder of my Syndicate title and challenger. He must bring forth an epic left boot into the face of the second rival challenger to said belt. And Deli be thinking they should be preparing for the boots, the kicks when they come a-flyin’, because Delikado, the greatest wrestler in the entire world and space and all that composes the rest of that not-liberal science, will be delivering the GOODS all NIGHT to any and all bitches who stand against me. They are…DELIKADO’S JOURNEY!
?: Dude…shut UP!
Delikado’s eyes narrow as he turns to the direction of that insolent voice that cut him off. Standing to the right of Delikado and steadily walking further on-screen is none other than JDP. Little bitch is currently standing about two heads shorter than Deli, yet his annoyingness seems to place him up a tad higher. Might also be because he’s wearing lifts in high-heels as he tries to rival the mighty Cuban BAWSE.
JDP: Jeebus, Bitchkado. You better stop all that screaming and crying before I put a boot in your face right here on camera in front of everyone!
Delikado continues to stare down at the shrimp as he crosses his arms and grins like he’s BAD all of a sudden. The Cuban is silent, ignoring as cigar ashes sprinkle down to his feet. He reaches a firm hand up and grips the cigar, pulling it from his mouth and holding it to his side as he looks JDP in the eye. After a few seconds, Delikado inhales and leans into JDP’s face, screaming loud enough to scare the shit out of the lad and make his balls drop.
Delikado: WHY THANK YOU, SMALL CHILD WHO IS LESS THAN THE STATURE OF A COMMON HOUSE MIDGET! DELIKADO APPRECIATES YOU WANTING TO LIFT YOUR BOOT UP AND TRY TO MATCH IT WITH HIS, AS DELIKADO IS THE MASTER OF ALL BOOT FLYING, AND HE SMILES UPON THE FACT! THAT YOU WANT TO LIFT YOUR HELLO KITTIE BOOTSIES UP AND LET THEM BE JUDGED BY ME! BUT LET IT BE KNOWN AS FACT! THAT DELIKADO IS THE ENTITY OF ALL THAT IS KICKING AND FOOT MOVEMENT, AND YOU…BOY…COULD NOT EVEN TAKE A STEP WITHOUT IT BEING APPROVED BY DELIKADO FIRST!! ESPECIALLY[/i] ON THIS HOLY LAND OF PRIDE, AND ESPECIALLY[/i][/u] ON MY JOURNEY!!![/color]
JDP: ……………………………
Delikado reaches out and puts a hand on JDP’s shoulder.
Delikado: You seem to be silent now. Would you care to have a boot at 100 mph in your face? Hmm?
JDP: Psssht, I don’t fear your boots, Cuban immigrant. Do you not remember?
Delikado: Remember what? Did Delikado throw you under a bus, fair Keebler Elf, and you are looking for compensation? Because I…WILL NOT GIVE IT!!
JDP cocks an eyebrow of confusion for a few seconds, but chooses to just grin yet again as he shakes his head.
JDP: Poor, delusional Cuban pish…clearly you have forgotten me. See, long ago, I defeated you, Delikado, in a best of seven series. All seven matches too. I did. I really did.
Delikado tilts his head back for a few seconds, as if he’s actually taking a moment to consider this statement made by the Smurf-sized child. And yet…he cannot remember this event.
Delikado: Hmmmm…
JDP: Just remember the name, bucko. It’s J….D…P. Heh-heh-heh!
JDP gives Delikado a little click of the teeth and wink, almost like a mock poor man’s version of Delikado’s “The Look”. The Cuban frowns as he rubs his chin in deep thought.
Delikado: JDP…JDP…Best of 7 Series…
JDP: That’s right. I won all seven matches, and give me a chance, I’ll do it again, because *singing* IIIIIII’ve beeeeen dreeeeeeeaaamiiiiiiiing of a whiiiiiiiiiite Christmaaaaaamaaaaas…and it eeeeends with Deliiiiii doooown…for the oooooooone…..twwoooooooo…..THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE—
LAST CALL TO CUBA!!!!
Having been extending his arms at his side as he sang to that mighty high note, JDP was unable to block Delikado’s boot as it shifted up like a rocket and cracked him right in the jaw! JDP flies to the floor with a girly cry preceding his impact. Delikado chomps down onto his cigar again as he proceeds to lift JDP up off the floor, sets his wobbly form up as straight as he can…and then goes forward to kick him in the face again! He lifts JDP back up…AND KICKS HIM AGAIN! He picks him up…AGAIN! Lifts up JDP, AGAIN! Up, DOWN! JDP splutters incoherently, with almost zero ability to move and barely conscious, and Delikado drops him again! JDP is now on the ground with his tongue hanging out and his face comically twisted like a cartoon character’s face might be. Delikado kneels down to look over the destroyed JDP. He pulls his cigar from his mouth and taps some ashes mockingly onto JDP’s head.
Delikado: Well then, we just had ourselves a Best of 7 Series right here, little small child who thinks he is man enough to even share the ring with Delikado…and you did not dodge any of Delikado’s boots. Hmm…all seven victories for me, it would appear. Would you care to sing a song about that, pish boy?
Delikado cocks his head at the camera and grins.
Delikado: Or maybe Delikado will just send your ass back to Dreamland with the chocolate sprinkle waterfall and the unicorn and the bi-curious caretaker who makes you juggle heavy pots on your head and gazes longingly at your pint-sized…head. It is clearly, for a FACT, the only place you could even think of defeating Delikado…and even then, Dreamland Delikado would beat your ass!
Delikado shakes his head and lifts JDP up off the floor, looking him over one last time and then to the camera.
Delikado: Would you like to see Delikado kick a small child on last time, Pride?
A resounding noise is heard, causing Delikado to grin. It wasn’t the fans, though, so who knows what he heard and then took for a yes. He sets JDP up against the wall, as the lad is no longer capable of standing on his own, and Delikado steps back, lifting his right boot up and tapping it against the floor for a testing of its preparation. Satisfied, Delikado moves forward and arches his boot into the air.
Delikado: Delikado: LIKE…A…BAWSE!!!
LAST CALL TO CUBA!!!!!!!!
The boot connects on JDP’s jaw, and without warning, the fragile part of the wall he’s leaning against gives way and JDP falls into the next room, being consumed by falling wall plaster debris! Delikado steps back, looking a bit surprised himself at first, but he smiles anyway, approving of what just happened. Only JDP’s foot is sticking out of the debris, twitching occasionally. Delikado kicks the leg, chuckles, and then refocuses on the camera.
Delikado: It seems one of Pride’s little wannabe bitches could not dodge the incoming stupendous skill and occasional WRATH of a true Original. But maybe the rest will excuse me for that, as Delikado reckons they called this piss-poor charade a Kingdom of Pride competitor when he was nothing but my puppet! Yes, perhaps the others who hold my title and try to keep it from its master and KING…WILL OVERLOOK THIS SCENE HERE AND LET ME PLUNDER THEM! Plunder…as in RAPE! Total character and in-ring ability RAPE them with my own genetic FIRE!
Delikado turns and pats the Pride banner in an adrenaline rush of complete manly Cubanness. His eyes may say insanity to some, but a true follower of Delikado knows that he is waaaaaay in the zone and ready to take on the whole goddamn world, and they love it.
Delikado: And let it be known, current Syndicate Champion and additional thug challenger who tries to plunder and potentially overcome Mister Cuba, that you do NOT know the correct sort of version of plunderance that you would have to take on in order to topple the mighty Delikado. For you see, not only is Delikado a Kingdom of Pride Original, not only is he the REAL King of Pride, and not only is Delikado the Master of All Boot-Kicking and Foot Movements, to the point you will have to have my approval to walk to your own defeat, but I am also the Chieftain of Forcible Unpleasantness on YOU in the Ring!! Delikado does not care what you have done in the time he was not here in his Kingdom, fools, and he takes little to no interest in your chronicles and reigns. As the entity of professional LIFE that Delikado is, he does not have to find any wonder, no shock and awe in your “Gangstar” lifestyle, Dru Tha Merc, and he does not have to crack a SMILE or cover his BUTTHOLE at how you have carried my title to this night, Kid Flanagan!
Delikado takes a mighty puff of his cigar and blows the smoke into the camera lens.
Delikado: This match, a match for the title that started it all for Delikado…and it carries the Champion that is me…and two prime examples of the WORLD’S…PROBLEMS! Do with that…what you will.
He starts to blow a smoke ring and wave off the camera when his mind is changed and he steps forth to carry on with a new thought.
Delikado: Actually no, Delikado will not let you do what you would like, as I am here, and we do things this Cuban’s way once and for all! Black! Go away, for nobody wants you “hooding” up my company! Boy, small Kid! Put that belt down, as it is no toy for you! Even in this time, even at a point where you may feel that it no longer matters, as the end is here, you cannot defeat Delikado. You cannot defend my title against me, and you cannot drop me like one of your nappy headed hos! Your legacies are not manly enough, and your fire is not my FIRE, which is very hot, hotter than the suns African tribes worship and little children stare into, foolishly not realizing that it will burn their pupils until it is too late, and then they are Ray Charles!
Delikado holds his right hand out once more and clenches it into the mighty FIST yet again. Clearly the Cuban has waited a long time to come forth and finally revel in Pride’s old glory that started his career so many years ago.
Delikado: But note that these are not sad times, Pride faithful. This world, this place is the one where Delikado faces down the last of those who stand here among the Kingdom of Pride roster, and he will see to it personally that it is the grandest of shows ever had! EVER! Pride, Honor, and Valiance II! They are things that Delikado has, and they are things that Delikado proudly admits are qualities he holds higher and more concrete than any other that presently occupies this company. That…THAT is why Delikado will take his Syndicate Championship back, and he will absorb all its purpose, and all the history it composes, into his Cuban being. My Cuban FIRE shall consume the belt and hand me the key to the chariot that will guide Pride into the next life! I am no savior, as Pride never became desperate enough to need one! FACT! FACT! FACT!
His face turning red with passionate rage that goes beyond just being some simple-minded anger or anything of the sort, Delikado points to the camera and then hovers his hand around himself.
Delikado: Delikado is merely the god that will open the gates of Wrestling Paradise, and deliver this company to it. From there, all the world’s mightiest will come to know that Delikado truly did change everything! That he was THE BOSS! That he was the Champion of the wrestling world! They will know, forever, whoever they are, whether they were here in this sport from ground zero or just entering into it today…they will realize—without any doubt…
A sense of calmness overcomes Delikado. He lowers his cigar, examines it once and then looks to the camera, and then drops it to the floor.
That Delikado is Wrestling. That…is the journey…Delikado’s Journey…
Delikado steps forward and walks away. The camera pans down to the cigar as it still smokes and the single cloud billows upward. The camera then pulls back up to the Kingdom of Pride banner, where the smoke lightly flows in front of, and we fade to black.
We fade in to a shot of Kingdom of Pride Owner Jeremy Sterling walking down the hallway of Pride. He smiles as he passes some stagehands and gives a courtesy nod to some wrestlers who pass him by. Sterling turns to his office door and starts to open it…when he finds the door already unlocked.
Sterling: What the…?
Sterling pushes the door to his office open and finds that someone is sitting in his chair, although they have it spun around so that he cannot see their identity.
Sterling: Hey!
Sterling then turns to find that his special bar is open as well and that his champagne is missing.
Sterling: Hey!!
With an angry look on his face, Sterling turns to the person in the chair.
Sterling: What the hell do you think you’re doing in my office?
The person spins the chair around to reveal themselves as Delikado! He’s also holding Sterling’s champagne, which he unintentionally pops the cork off of just as he looks up at Sterling. The cork flies into the ceiling and then down to the ground, giving Jeremy a start.
Sterling: Delikado, I was saving that!
Delikado grins as some champagne spills on his hands. He holds the bottle up, staring at it as it sparkles. He then looks to his boss and longtime friend.
Delikado: And Delikado reckons it was for today. FACT!
Sterling starts to protest…when he gets it. He slowly lowers his finger that was being pointed at Delikado, and a grin spreads across his face. Slowly, the audio fades as Sterling takes a step forward, grinning as the days of old, Delikado’s first appearance here in Pride, has come to return for this, the full-circle. The camera pulls back as the scene, lost on some but a memory for others, fades to white with Jeremy Sterling and Delikado being the last things we see…
Jeremy Sterling--
Thank you for bringing us the Kingdom of Pride.
It’s been a long journey, these trips through the fed. It may have been only six years, but it has been the ultimate experience. During that time, some of the greatest moments someone like me could have in a game like this were had, and the one called “Delikado” truly could not have come to be as he is without all the guys we kind of “grew up” to display wrestling tales and angles with. It’s been a blast, man, and we owe that fact to you (and Noble too, as we all know you carried on with just as much vigor and drive).
So now, while the Kingdom of Pride ascends into the “wrestling heavens”, I go forward with the intent to never forget what we all did here, even when I rule the planet, space, and all that jazz. The name Delikado will always take its inspiration from Pride, and no matter what turn the journey takes, the Kingdom will be what started it all. Now pat yourself on the back and take a rest, Bossman. You’ve earned it.
Later on, and thanks.
Delikado
Thank you for bringing us the Kingdom of Pride.
It’s been a long journey, these trips through the fed. It may have been only six years, but it has been the ultimate experience. During that time, some of the greatest moments someone like me could have in a game like this were had, and the one called “Delikado” truly could not have come to be as he is without all the guys we kind of “grew up” to display wrestling tales and angles with. It’s been a blast, man, and we owe that fact to you (and Noble too, as we all know you carried on with just as much vigor and drive).
So now, while the Kingdom of Pride ascends into the “wrestling heavens”, I go forward with the intent to never forget what we all did here, even when I rule the planet, space, and all that jazz. The name Delikado will always take its inspiration from Pride, and no matter what turn the journey takes, the Kingdom will be what started it all. Now pat yourself on the back and take a rest, Bossman. You’ve earned it.
Later on, and thanks.
Delikado
