SD 46: Delilah/Mikey vs P&S

[Ben Jacobs]

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[BDC]

[glow=red,2,300]The Following Has Been Brought To You By The World's Deadliest Mute....MikeY!!!![/glow]

Congress Park in Saratoga, NY. A crisp, cold fall day leads the park to be a bit empty. Two men sit on a bench, one, dressed up as a skeleton, one with a hook for a right hand. Mikey sits motionless on the bench, while "The Kingpin" BDC is trying to adjust the radio dial on an old school radio.

BDC: Damn it! The damn track is 2 miles away and I can't get the radio to pick up the races! We got to do something for money since you can't even watch your own back! We didn't get paid because you got your ass kicked by P&S. Ha! Check this out! We should change Tommy Daniels' name to Oscar. Why? Throw the three of them together and you got P.O.S. Tag team of the century, and that's exactly what the three of them are. So, the Mute here teams with his girlfriend Delilah.


Mikey whips his head around, looking at BDC.

BDC: What? You got something to say? She is what she is! Did she tell you that you two broke up? Sure it's been awhile because you keep sneaking off to Japan. Now, listen, Mikey and Delilah, Alpha Storm, takes on Pain and Suffering and this match is going to be intense. You boys are in for a long night tonight, and to make sure that Oscar stays out of the way, I'm going to be there, ready fro war! My troops are ready! My troops will finally rid the R.C.W. of the cancer that is Pain & Suffering.


Mikey rips off the mask.

Look! The eyes of a Madman! The Death March returns to Arkansas and it returns to the R.C.W. and it returns to Southern Dynamite!! The Alpha Storm will be back to the top of the picture in the hottest wrestling fed in the world! P.O.S., you're just a stepping stone, it starts with you, and it ends with Mikey standing victorious over Doug Gavelon and holding the Southern Heritage championship! Puck is taking care of the Pure Wrestling and the Natural title, and Pyros... well, he's Pyros, but none the less, this Southern Dynamite, Mikey and Delilah Ghost will take care of business, Storm style! I can't wait!


Mikey blows red mist in the air.


BDC: Delilah, show up, we look forward to seeing you.


BDC gets up and walks away. Mikey swipes his cell phone. He dials, hold the phone up to his ear and smiles. He sees the camera still on, and blows green mist at the camera. The cameraman can be heard screaming as he drops the camera. Fade to static.



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[Delilah Ghost]

Tired of sitting in the van, the cameraman leaned back against the passenger side door. The rain had finally tapered off to a light drizzle and more people started to appear on the sidewalks. The cameraman idly scanned the passers-by, looking for the one he was supposed to meet. He turned his head to the left, watching as an attractive blond joined the crowd crossing the street. When he turned back, however, he ended up hitting his head on the side mirror when he jumped back in fright. Delilah Ghost stood there, inches away, a bright yellow rainhat on her head and navy blue trench coat belted tightly around her waist. Her attention was fixed on something in front of her.


"What's that?"

He turned to see what Delilah was staring at. Sitting atop a low brick wall that blocked off an empty lot, was two bundles of cash. On top of that? Two large googly eyes that were looking directly at them. "Trippy," she said, grinning.

"Grab your camera. It's not far."

By the time he returned, camera held aloft and recording away, Delilah was busy texting. She turned away without a word, heading down the sidewalk. He followed her across the street to where she stood in front of the store on the corner. The picture window in front was blacked out. Painted on that was a large, fluffy white cat and 'Miss Kitty's' in flowing, pastel pink letters. Delilah stopped at the door, holding it open for the cameraman.

He stepped inside, stopping abruptly after taking a few steps. Each rack was filled with something vinyl, leather, spiked, studded or some combination of each in black and dark reds or blues. Delilah chuckled as she walked past the cameraman. Her yellow hat looked odd while she browsed the selection.

"What? Miss Kitty's Bondage Palace was too big for the window?"

Delilah laughed as she slung something made of soft looking black leather over her arm. "It's called humor. Too subtle for you? If you're surprised, I'll have to lose all my respect for you. C'mon. This is me."

"Now," she said, toting her items toward the back of the store, "Where shall I go with this, besides to the dressing room? Ah, yes. It still doesn't suck to be me."

Delilah steps into one of the dressing rooms, closing the door behind her. "And while I'm thinking of it, Tommy's name should be changed to something with an m...Milton...or Marty. Then they could be P.M.S. Equally amusing. And somehow fitting...almost as good as these pants....niiice. I think I should start making Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Douche bleed once a month just to teach them a lesson. Help the Hardly Boys become Hardly Men."

The door opened, Delilah's head popping out, yellow hat still firmly in place. "Too crude? Can't be helped. If someone had listened to that same 'crossing the line' shtick I got, things would go a bit smoother for them come Southern Dynamite." Grinning, Delilah shakes a finger at the camera before disappearing behind the door again.

"See, everyone's got a line, and each is different. One man's littering is another's punching little old ladies for fun. Well...assuming one is the rational sort. Now most people respect those lines. It's the social contract, if you will. Some people, on the other hand, go straight up to that line and gleefully proceed to do the hokey pokey right next to it. But then that brings us to those few, those marvelous and select few. The ones that think they're big and bad enough to cross the line and not face any sort of horrible consequence for it."

"You boys think I was a pain in the ass before? Before was nothing. Before was harmless fun. Well, for me it was. Pain and Suffering was nothing more than a footnote. Someone to step over so I could get my hands on Lee. Yeah, I know I lost. But I got satisfaction and that was enough for me. Spending those blissful minutes humiliating you two in the ring? Honestly? Priceless. And after a short trip down tourney trail with the always charming Firebomb and the Dandy...real classy, that guy...I landed in a match with Pain and Suffering. And now the real fun begins. Gomez and Morticia will teach the children just what happens when they just go...too...far."

The door swings open, toward the camera, blocking the view for a moment. When it closes a changed woman stands before a full length mirror, admiring herself. Her once red hair had been dyed black, making her already pale skin even whiter. She'd picked a black patent leather vest, buttoned up tight, and a pair of black leather pants that looked as if they were painted on. She stood there, her reflection grinning for the camera.

"When I'm good, I'm good. When I'm bad? So much better. Hope you two are happy, Maxx and Sam. Do you have the slightest clue what's coming? That you're stepping into the ring with two people that have good reason to hurt you? Bluff and bluster all you want. Come Southern Dynamite, you'll be facing two people that will feel nothing less than pure joy as they rend you limb from limb. Together. Like the man says, what is, is. And this? Is."

Delilah turned, walking toward the camera until her face fills the picture. "There's a storm coming, kiddies. Run and hide." And the picture fades to black......

[Delilah Ghost]

Once our tastebuds have been tempted with the best from the Rib Crib, the picture changes to one of an isolated farmhouse. It's a rather drab, two story, weathered brown house. To the left, nothing but an open pasture with a few trees. To the right, an even older looking barn and corral sit empty underneath a light dusting of snow.

A strange setting, O RCW faithful? Maybe. Perhaps a few of us are starting to get that itch in the back of your mind. The one that tells you there's something familiar here, and not in a good way.

Our intrepid cameraman walks to the door, one hand reaching out to knock. He does, and the door opens wide. The interior may even serve to make that itch worse, O RCW faithful. Everything is all lace and wood paneling, with knick-knacks staring out from nearly every corner. A Liberace album stands up next to a record player. There is a stack of what looks like romance novels on the coffee table. A little penguin stands on a table next to a black phone that looks suspicously...fake.

The clues are everywhere, but we must press on for all to be revealed. Or we shall at least wait for the cameraman to turn around and see who has just coughed behind us.

When he does, we see Delilah Ghost's wardrobe choices have once again taken a drastic turn. This time, to the other end of the spectrum. Sensible tan shoes, dark brown slacks and a faded, shapeless blue sweater have managed to make everyone's favorite crazy person seem...well...dowdy. Delilah smiles and beckons the cameraman to follow. And since we have gone this far, O RCW faithful, we have no choice but to follow as well.

And follow we do, down the hall to a closed door. Delilah takes a key from her pocket, but turns to the cameraman before unlocking the door.

"I'm sure you're all 'Golly, where are we and what the dickens is going on?'. Well, I'll show you what. But not where. I might get into trouble for this one."

With a rather ominous giggle, Delilah unlocks the door and opens it wide. It opens on a bright room, with walls of baby blue and curtains open to let in the sunlight. Of course, once the cameraman sees the bed, it gets a bit darker in spite of all the sun.

Strapped to the bed in a full set of restraints is none other than silent but violent himself, Mikey. He seems to be waking up, eyes fluttering until they open. He sees the camera first, Delilah second. A smile flits across his face until he notices the block of wood nestled between his feet. He looks at it for a moment, his head tilted in confusion, then up at Delilah.

"I know, I know. It seems a little drastic. I just thought we could use a little time alone. Out of the city, away from everyone else. Especially the wonder twins after you jumped them at the rink. I'm sure those two will be getting up to some shenanigans now."

Mikey's response is to calmly gaze at Delilah with an eyebrow cocked.

"And don't get me started on that cockadoodie BDC. I just wanted to have a little talk with you. I thought we should get it out of the way before Southern Dynamite."

Mikey looks intently at the block between his feet, then back up at Delilah.

"That? Well...hopefully that's not going to be needed. I wanted to make sure that we're...well...on the same page. We haven't been together much in quite a while. I know that's both our faults. You hop off to Japan whenever you like, I hop off the entire darned map without a word...no offense. But somehow we still end up coming back to each other, no questions asked. And now...now I have to ask those questions. Now I have to know. This time...this time is different. Important."

Delilah starts to pace as she talks, Mikey's eyes following her back and forth. Something in her voice gets a little more crazed until she's nearly shouting.

"See, I would have gotten around to Pain and Suffering eventually. I've been toying with the idea of a handicap match for a while. Those two are just so darned fun to play with for a couple of dirty birdies like them. But then you came along and decided the same thing I did. That those two need to be taught a lesson. But they didn't learn. Oh no, they didn't learn. They'll never learn. I just don't know what they thought was going to happen when they jumped you. When they hurt you. When those cockadoodie POOPHEADS SENT YOU TO THE HOSPITAL! Did they think nothing would HAPPEN?! That they would be safe and I WOULDN'T come for their BLOOD?! DID THEY?!"

Delilah whirls around, her hands covering her mouth, a shocked look on her face. Mikey watches with concern as she takes a step backward, toward a chair in the corner. Delilah reaches behind the chair and pulls a sledgehammer out from the corner. Holding it, the head nestled against her cheek, she walks to the foot of the bed. Eyes fixed on Mikey's feet, she starts to speak again in a calm, flat voice.

"It's just that I need to know, Mikey. I need to know if I can trust you. I need to know that we'll teach those dirty birds a lesson together. I need to know that you won't turn your back on me, Mikey. If you swerve me....if you leave me on my own in that ring...well, it won't go well. Not for them. Not for me. Not...for...you. I don't want Pain and Suffering to get up and walk away from this. Only problem is, I need your help to make that happen. I want them hurting...and bleeding...and screaming. I want them to curse our names as they're hauled off in the ambulance. I want satisfaction, Mikey. Their blood, our hands. Simple."

Delilah looks at the sledgehammer in her hands. She moves back to the foot of the bed, lifting the hammer.

"Of course if you turn up with two shattered feet, that might take care of all those pesky doubts I have...wouldn't it?"

Delilah suddenly raises the sledge high, swinging it down toward Mikey's feet. A mixed look of shock and fear appears on Mikey's face in the same second as she misses him completely. The hammer hits the floor with a thud, Delilah using it to prop herself up as she starts laughing hysterically.

"Ohh...oh..ohmygod....the look on your face...I'm gonna die....ohhhhmygod. You actually thought I'd go all Misery on you like that? I think I made the cameraman crap himself. Too funny."

While the cameraman might have to do a panty check, Mikey's only response is to shake his head and let it flop back on the pillow. Still chuckling, Delilah pulls the block of wood out from between his feet and tosses it to the floor. She shoulders the hammer once again, grinning at Mikey.

"Oh come on. We all know that if we actually turned on each other it would result in an orgy of blood and mayhem that we'd both enjoy immensely and probably end with the both of us in the sack. Besides, I can think of better things to do when I have you tied down in bed. Now Mister Cameraman, however....."

Delilah whirls, swinging the sledgehammer around. The result for us, O RCW faithful, is a burst of static and the usual fade to black. We won't see the terrified cameraman gather up the shattered remains of his camera. Nor will we see what happens behind the door that the cameraman hastily slams behind him as he makes his escape.

It's better that way.

[Pain & Suffering]

(Tommy Daniels stands in front of the camera with a cigar hanging from the corner of his smirking mouth. Behind him we see Maxx Pain and Sam Suffering working out with free weights. The camera stays focused on Tommy.)

Tommy: I've heard the warnings of the approaching “storm” and I've got to be honest, I'm not concerned. Nor are Pain & Suffering, for you see most storms are easily dealt with, if not ignored all together. I've heard what you've had to say “Hook”, and I'm not impressed. I've heard several people asking, “why did Maxx and Sam do what they did to Mikey last week?” The answer is really simple and should be obvious to even the biggest hick in Fayetteville... the Mute brought all of this upon himself.

(Tommy blows a puff of smoke above his head as he smirks still.)

Tommy: You see, a few weeks ago Pain & Suffering were about to destroy the Hog Wild Tag Team Champs, when out of nowhere that painted faced, mask wearing freak returned and ruined their plans. Mikey stuck his nose where it didn't belong, and now he pays for it. BDC, you say Mikey has the eyes of a madman, well good golly we better run for the hills huh? My team had disposed of so called “madmen” before, this time around will be no different.

Pain & Suffering are going to make the Mute regret ever coming back from Japan. All the kicks and all the mist he can hold in his mouth won't save him from the destruction that is headed his way come Southern Dynamite. The Mute is all hype and show, with no real meat and potatoes to back himself up. Maxx and Sam are the real deal here in the tag team division, just look at the facts... who is still around? The Champions and Pain & Suffering. Ok, so TNDS is here but let's be honest, even the Mute doesn't take them seriously.

Maxx and Sam are going to deliver the beating of all beatings on Mikey and his little girlfriend. Hook, you say you'll be at ringside for this match, great. I'll see you out there but be warned, I won't hesitate to knock your one handed ass on the ground.

(Tommy laughs at the thought of that.)

Tommy: This brings me to you Delilah, I must say the new hair and now look fits you quite nicely. The tight leather really brings out your figure in a way we never knew was there. I sure hope you don't think this change is going to help you at all though. The new look doesn't change the fact that you are still the whack-job you've always been.

You are fill of insults and I'm sure there'll be some practical joke waiting for us at the Boys and Girls Club come Wednesday night, but that's basically all you are, isn't it Del? Practical jokes and meaningless insults, nothing much more. So go ahead, tie up your boy toy and play your little games until it's show time, because once that bell rings Delilah Ghost, you're going to find out why you don't mess with Pain & Suffering.

I could stand here all day and talk about why my team is the best around but instead, I'm just going to let them prove it once again at Southern Dynamite. We're not concerned about the approaching storm, but the mute and his latex bimbo better get ready for the Armageddon that is headed straight for them. This is the beginning of the end.

(Tommy laughs as the cameras fade to black.)