DELILAH HILL RP #4: What Are You Even Talking About?

Scene Opens. It Has Been A Cloudy Day Working Itself Into A Cold Evening. Delilah Hill Is By The Coffee Shop With Her Legs Crossed As She Enjoys A Cup Of Cappuccino With Soy Milk… Her Favorite Kind Of Coffee From A Local Coffee Store At Beverly Hills Where She Was Born And Raised. She Loved Traveling And Touring. But Nothing Beats The Vibe Of Her Home.

“ Just In Case You’re Wondering, I’m In The Chapters Brand Now. If You Are Just As Confused As I Admittedly Am About This Rash Decision, I Just Want To Clarify That I Do Not Owe Anyone An Explanation. I Made A Bold Decision, And I Stand By It. It Shouldn’t Surprise You Considering That I’ve Always Been One To Open Doors To New Experiences While Others Stick To Their Comfort Zones. I Don’t Like To Be Tied Down, And I Don’t Like To Commit To One Thing. People That Have Claimed To Be Trusted Ended Up Disappointing Me Because They Are Too Easily Overshadowed And Outmatched. People Bore Me, Places Get Old Too Quickly, And So I Come To Places Like Wrestleworld To Cause Trouble Just Because I Can. It’s Only Getting More Chaotic. People Thought Of Me As This Glamorous And Sexy Barbie Doll Flaunting Her Riches And Fame To Ugly Idiots Like Violet And Amber Payne, But You Saw In Such A Short Time That I Am More Than That. Yes, I Still Believe That Beauty Is Treasure, But I Also Believe In Being Remembered By Causing The Most Pain To Those Who Lay A Hand On Me. Isn’t It Refreshing That I’m Taking Initiative For Once? “ Delilah Looks Around And Takes A Drink Of Her Cappuccino. “ Now All I Really Need To Do Is To Make Sure That I Give The World A Reason To Not Belittle Me. That’s What Landerson Has Done So Far, Yeah? We All Know That He’s Just Saying That To Hide From The Humiliation He Endured Last Chapter Show, And From The Humiliation That He Faces For Every Day That He Shows His Face On The Screen. “

Delilah Stretches Her Arms, Enjoying The Atmosphere Of The Place. One Could Tell From Her Bright Blue Eyes That She Is Enjoying Herself.

“ But There’s One Thing I Agree With You On, Landerson… You Really Shouldn’t Fight Women. You’ll Be Better Off Giving Up This Match And Not Showing Up, And Letting The World Know How Scared You Are. Your Wife And Your Daughter Could Even Take Your Place And I Would Bruise Their Faces Nicely So You Can See How Messed Up You Are Leaving Them In This Kind Of Situation. I Am Not Surprised. You Didn’t Have To Say It, But I Know That You’re Miserable. I Know That You Don’t Have Things In Order, And It Terrifies You That Someone Like Me, Who Has Everything She Could Ever Want, Looks Down On You. But Don’t Worry, Landerson, I Will Give You A Free Pass. You Have My Ever Loving Consent To Hit, Punch, Grope -- Whatever You’re Into -- Once In The Ring. I Know Any Man Would Not Pass Up The Opportunity To Touch And Be Touched With No Strings Attached. But That Of Course Is On The Condition That I Could Also Do What I Want With Your Chunky Greasy Body. I Can Break Your Bones And Drive Your Face Into The Ring Mat All I Want. I Could Take You Down And Pop Your Joints Like It's My Own Form Of Art If It Pleases Me. I Could Also Break You Into A Million Pieces, And As A Result Destroy Any Future Career Goals That You’ve Set Out For Yourself. Because Ever Since I Got Involved In Wrestling, I’ve Seen How That Affects Me -- Destroying Others Gives Me Pure Satisfaction. I Could Feel My Head Re-wire As I Become More Drawn Into Torture And Sadism. So Satisfy Me, Landerson. And Bring Your Wife With You So She Can Watch. “ Delilah Smiles And Then Laughs. “ I Hope You’ve Begun To Realize How Bad Of An Idea This Is, Landerson. But It’s Too Late. We’re Already Here. We Might As Well Enjoy Ourselves Before You Meet Your Inevitable End In Your Very First Match Here At Wrestleworld. “

Delilah Now Leans Back, As She Enjoys The Rest Of Her Day In The Coffee Shop.