The Butter Trials (Delikado's Trial & Final Vertigo Prep)
Mar 13, 2019 3:47:54 GMT -5
Post by Delikado on Mar 13, 2019 3:47:54 GMT -5
We’re back from our musical intermission to find Delikado and the gang still hanging out with Butter and his mass of tree/nature-dressed people.
Butter: Though his managers have now beaten their tests, the Cuban Warrior himself must now face his greatest fault and overcome it. Delikado the Delikado of Delikadoland, Delikado, step forward…
Sofia glances quizzically at Delikado in his wheelchair.
Sofia Monzón: Seriously? THAT’S your actual name on your driver’s license?!
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Butter: Delikado, your biggest fault is you never learn a lesson. This is ultimately revealed in…”the basketball hoop incident.”
Sofia Monzón: Uh-oh…
Butter: Years ago, when you were just starting out wrestling in the big leagues, you were playing basketball with some friends. In your attempt to pull off a “sick slam-dunk”, you got caught holding onto the hoop and didn’t let go. Your “homies” left you to hang there, and you refused to release your grip due to a fear of falling. Your friend-bro and possibly closeted homosexual better half Christian Kane did save you from the hoop, but your career hit its lowest point ever, and the fact you recovered from this moment was an utter miracle. All the same, you never learned a lesson from that day. Indeed, you did everything in your power to suppress that segment and make sure it never got out. You could not find it in yourself, for all your strengths, to overcome this inability to learn… and let go…but perhaps today is the day you DO overcome this, the gravest fault in your DNA. Let the trial begin!
The gathering is assembled for the final trial outside the apartment complex as the ref runs to the center of the ring. Delikado and Butter are nowhere to be seen. The ref’s voice echoes as obnoxiously loud as ever.
Ref: ROIGHT! THE LAST TRIAL IS AT HAND! NOW EVERY GRUBBA GRABBA HERE KNOWS ALL FAMILIES TEACH A MORALLY UPSTANDING LESSON AT THE END O THE DAY, DAT’S MAKE THEM STRONGAH AND GIVES US ALL WARM FUZZY “AWWWW’S!” IN OUR TUM TUM! THE LOIFE LESSON TODAY FOR YOUR TUM TUM IS AS FOLLOWS: BUTTER HAS ERECTED A MASSIVE BASKETBALL HOOP, AS WE ALL KNOW FROM LAST SEASON’S GAME AGAINST THE GIANT SAND PEOPLE!
We pull back to reveal a HUGE basketball hoop that skyrockets high into the sky. Two dots can be seen at the tip top.
Ref: THE TRIAL CALLS FOR THE CHALLENGER, DELIKADO THE DELIKADO OF DELIKADOLAND, DELIKADO, TO BE PLACED HOLDING ONTO THE HOOP RING LIKE HE JUST DONE A SICK SLAM DUNK, WHILE BUTTER WILL BE STANDING ON A PODIUM NEXT TO THE HOOP, OFFERING HIS HAND TO HELP SAVE DELIKADO FROM FALLING! THE LESSON DELIKADO IS MEANT TO LEARN IS IT’S OKAY TO LET GO SOMETIMES, AND FALLING IS NOT THE END OF THE WORLD!
Ewan Jakeway: Probably will be in this case, jeeeeez…
Ref: EVERYTHING ABOVE WILL BE PORTRAYED ON PROJECTORS FOR YOUR EEN-JOY-MAT! IF DELIKADO CANNOT LET GO AND ALLOWS BUTTER TO RESCUE HIM, HE HAS NOT LEARNED A LESSON AND HIS FAMILY WILL BE RUINED WITHOUT ITS MORAL PSA IMPROVEMENT! IF HE DOES LET GO, HEART-WARMINGS FOR EVERYONE! THE COMPETITORS HAVE ONE MINUTE TO “STRAH-TEE-GIZE!”
As the crowd chatters about the event, Ewan looks through his one good eye at Sofia, who is calmly stirring coffee in a Starbucks cup.
Ewan Jakeway: Pssst, how do we offer any kind of help for THIS?
Sofia Monzón: We don’t.
Ewan Jakeway: What?? You’re just going to sit back and let this happen?!
Sofia Monzón: *sips coffee* Yup.
Ewan Jakeway: What kind of manager does that make you if you leave your client to hang like that?!
Sofia Monzón: The kind of manager who loves coffee. *sips more coffee*
Ref: THIRTY SECONDS!
Ewan Jakeway: Do they even know Delikado’s totally unconscious unless he’s in a wrestling ring competing?
Sofia Monzón: Nope. I didn’t think it was worth bringing up.
Ewan Jakeway: Then he’ll just…just…
Sofia Monzón: *sips coffee* Mmm, coffee...
Ref: Time’s up……… GEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET LESSOOOOOOOONED!
All eyes turn to the projector showing the action at the top of the giant basketball hoop. Delikado’s hands are put around the hoop and he initially hangs there as Butter extends his hand.
Butter: Take my hand, Delikado! Otherwise you’ll fall—
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand Delikado’s totally dead-to-the-worldness allows his hands to release from the basketball hoop and he rapidly plummets to the earth like a stone.
Audience Member 1: Crikey, he let go!
Audience Member 2: That Cuban fella HAS learned a life lesson after all!
Crowd: Awwwwwwwwwwwwww!
Delikado hits the ground and immediately causes a crater to form in the dirt below him. The rumbling this causes makes Butter wobble atop the basketball hoop.
Butter: What the…?! Oh no!
He falls off the podium but catches himself at the last moment by grabbing the hoop and hanging in the air. Butter kicks his feet and tries to pull himself up, but the weight of his bulbous head seems to be pulling him down too hard.
Butter: H-Help! I can’t get up, and I don’t wanna fall!
The crowd gasps as they watch and hear their leader in his distress. The coffee-drinking Sofia looks down in the crater at Delikado, who should probably be dead but isn’t because suspension of disbelief.
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Sofia looks up at Butter and calls out in a voice that would give the loudmouth ref a run for his money.
Sofia Monzón: BUTTER, LET GO! DELIKADO SAYS HE’LL CATCH YOU!
Butter: B-But I’m scared to let go!
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Sofia Monzón: IT’S OKAY! TRUST YOUR FAMILY!!!
A tense pause hovers over the arena, but Butter finally lets go of the hoop and falls. He blazes downward at top speed toward the crater housing Delikado, and when he lands he falls right onto Delikado’s groin area. A squeak is heard like that of a dog toy. Butter slowly sits up uninjured and amazed.
Butter: I…I’m okay!
Heckling Crowd Member: What a sissy!
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Sofia turns with a glare in the direction of the single voice that cried out over the hush that had fallen Butter’s fall.
Sofia Monzón: Delikado says you give it a try if you’re so freaking bold! He and Butter realize how it takes a lot of guts to let go. Either of these men’d be willing to apply what they’ve learned here and let YOU go if you want to go on the hoop—only who knows how many people here’d be family enough to catch you, whoever you are!
Butter smiles down at Delikado.
Butter: Thanks for saying that, mate. A well-said rebuke can only come from someone who has overcome their fear and knows he has family around to help him anytime!
Ref: THE TRIAL IS OVER! DELIKADO WINS!!! WE HAVE A NEW FAMILY!
Victor and vanquished are pulled from the crater by members of the audience and given total adoration.
Audience Member 3: Well done, everyone! My heart is warm enough it could melt Vince Steel! Dunno what “Vince Steel” is exactly, but I suddenly had an urge to say it.
Audience Member 4: Quite, I’ll be showing me messmates my fuzzy tum tum for as long as I live!
Delikado is placed back in his wheelchair by his managers. Sofia catches a passing telepathic comment from the Cuban and briefly glances at his savaged groin.
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Sofia Monzón: Eh, it’s probably for the best that thing doesn’t work. I hear the daughters you have out there are complete psychopaths…
Butter walks over to the trio and nods.
Butter: Everyone’s saying this is the best series of family trials they’ve ever witnessed. You lot passed with flying colors, and have cemented yourselves as worthy of the title of “family.”
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Sofia Monzón: My client thinks a worthier judge couldn’t be found in even a five—no, six-mile radius.
Butter: Speaking of, where will you three go now?
….
Sofia Monzón: Back to Frontier Grappling Arts where he wrestles. The plan was to improve as a family unit so we could effectively take on an actual set of family tag teams…
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Sofia Monzón: Although, looking around, Delikado is also thinking there’s no reason you and your people couldn’t be part of his family, kind of like a sworn brother, only with smashed nuts instead of a blood oath or something similar.
Butter: Me and my people? Butter’s Cup, with you?
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Sofia Monzón: Sure. You’re practically an army, cooped up in this little apartment.
Butter strokes his chin as he looks around at his many supporters.
Butter: Hmmm. Well the truth is, all my career I was building and training this lot up as a great faction, so that I could hunt down my foes and defeat them in stellar fashion in the ring. I wanted to make them my own family to have at my back, but I suppose we only ended up cooped here as you say. Shame too, this place is sooooooooooooooo small…
Cut to the oversized field/orchard that somehow makes up the apartment that is Butter’s Cup. A bird lands on a sign that reads “THIS APARTMENT IS A GOVERNMENT RECOGNIZED NATIONAL PARK.” Return cut to the gathering.
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Sofia Monzón: How’s this sound, then? You rally your faction, blow this coop, and join us? Delikado has a wrestling theme park he’s itching to take back, wide open so it’d have plenty of room for you all. Plus, between Bristow & Barnes, The Fam, The Resistance, Snackey, and a Swedish scooter prince we have enough foes to go around.
Butter: Ahhhh, The Fam. Vince Steel and Terrence Tillman. Takes me back to the ol “Peanut, Butter, and Fam” days! And you say you’re facing them soon?
Sofia Monzón: Delikado’s wrestling Steel on the 9th, then both of them on the 17th with his partner Susan Kent.
Nut: We gave ‘em some pointers, all the tips of the trade we recall from the heyday.
Pea: Though let’s be right frank, Butter, you ran the whole bloomin’ “Peanut, Butter, and Fam” team practically solo back then! You prolly do way better at the recalling than either me or Nut.
Butter: I say, Delikado, I could give you all KINDSA secrets and training tips on how to beat those rogues, stuff these two don’t even know about our boys in the jolly Fam. It’d be nice to go with you just to see them get their comeuppance after they piggybacked stardom off a name we all made together! But wait…did I hear you also mention a “Swedish scooter prince?” That HAS to be Otto Sonsson, son of Son Gustav—they’d be the only scooter-obsessed Swedish royalty in wrestling this side of the Atlantic, and they’d also be the reason I originally became a wrestler! If The Fam is my foes, Gustav and his “fam”’d be my ENEMIES!
Ewan Jakeway: *gasp* No way!
Butter: Way. They made fun of my head, always coming up with new names and mockeries to bestow on something I was born with! Son Gustav even forced me to be an obstacle for his kid to ride his stupid scooter over, ya ken. If I didn’t, he beat me, which woulda been fine cept he also promised to use his “Swedish royal connections” to destroy my village and build an IKEA over it!
Ewan looks like he’s about to cry as he holds an ice pack meant for his bruised head instead up to his sniffling nose.
Ewan Jakeway: *sniffing* T-T-That’s AWFUL! T-Truly the saddest tale I’ve heard in…in FOREVER! *choked sob*
Butter: Aye, a wrestling booker couldn’t write a more tragic backstory for this fellow. But I reckon the Sonsson’s would be mighty fearful for how THEIR story is going to end if they knew Butter was still on the wrestling circuit. Once their fun was had, they threw me away like…like melted dairy from a cow’s milk!
Ewan breaks down and hugs the pitiful big-headed lug.
Ewan Jakeway: Oh, my friend, let’s go to Olive Garden to eat and drink to merrier times! After all, their motto is “we’re all family here!”
Wiping away any of his own tears, Butter looks at the trio and nods in agreement.
Butter: Lead the way, my friends! I’m in the mood for almost decent food that I can regret eating literal days later.
Sofia Monzón: Good, and when that’s done, we’ll sit down and discuss our master plan to take on The Fam, The Resistance, The Sonsson’s…the whole great bastard bunch of them FGA has.
Butter: Well, I dunno anything bout your FGA wrestling promotion, but I’m with you, and I’m certain my batch of tree-dressed wrestling folk will come too. We love a good fight, and this sounds like it’s shapin’ up to be one for the eight-or-nine wonders ‘o the world!
Delikado being pushed in the leadership role as is his wont, the newfound group of family-ish friends sets out for their relaxing pause and then to formulate the next step in their FGA venture as we pull back and fade out.
~And thus Delikado and his managers not only improved themselves by becoming a family unit that could do battle with the cousins Fam and half-siblings Resistance, but they acquired a sworn brother to accompany them, in the mighty Butter. They could surmise what Vertigo would hold in store when the Cuban met Gunnar and Steel in the ring, now that he was appropriately attired with such augmentations as he’d won at Butter’s Trials. Maybe he and Susan would win their matches, maybe they wouldn’t. One thing is clear to them now, though: progress has been made, and it won’t be stopped so easily.
Still, only the wrestling gods could know what would happen once Revelations rolled around, as well as what would happen in the times after….~
Butter: Though his managers have now beaten their tests, the Cuban Warrior himself must now face his greatest fault and overcome it. Delikado the Delikado of Delikadoland, Delikado, step forward…
Sofia glances quizzically at Delikado in his wheelchair.
Sofia Monzón: Seriously? THAT’S your actual name on your driver’s license?!
…………………………………………………….
Butter: Delikado, your biggest fault is you never learn a lesson. This is ultimately revealed in…”the basketball hoop incident.”
Sofia Monzón: Uh-oh…
Butter: Years ago, when you were just starting out wrestling in the big leagues, you were playing basketball with some friends. In your attempt to pull off a “sick slam-dunk”, you got caught holding onto the hoop and didn’t let go. Your “homies” left you to hang there, and you refused to release your grip due to a fear of falling. Your friend-bro and possibly closeted homosexual better half Christian Kane did save you from the hoop, but your career hit its lowest point ever, and the fact you recovered from this moment was an utter miracle. All the same, you never learned a lesson from that day. Indeed, you did everything in your power to suppress that segment and make sure it never got out. You could not find it in yourself, for all your strengths, to overcome this inability to learn… and let go…but perhaps today is the day you DO overcome this, the gravest fault in your DNA. Let the trial begin!
--Trial 3: Lesson--
The gathering is assembled for the final trial outside the apartment complex as the ref runs to the center of the ring. Delikado and Butter are nowhere to be seen. The ref’s voice echoes as obnoxiously loud as ever.
Ref: ROIGHT! THE LAST TRIAL IS AT HAND! NOW EVERY GRUBBA GRABBA HERE KNOWS ALL FAMILIES TEACH A MORALLY UPSTANDING LESSON AT THE END O THE DAY, DAT’S MAKE THEM STRONGAH AND GIVES US ALL WARM FUZZY “AWWWW’S!” IN OUR TUM TUM! THE LOIFE LESSON TODAY FOR YOUR TUM TUM IS AS FOLLOWS: BUTTER HAS ERECTED A MASSIVE BASKETBALL HOOP, AS WE ALL KNOW FROM LAST SEASON’S GAME AGAINST THE GIANT SAND PEOPLE!
We pull back to reveal a HUGE basketball hoop that skyrockets high into the sky. Two dots can be seen at the tip top.
Ref: THE TRIAL CALLS FOR THE CHALLENGER, DELIKADO THE DELIKADO OF DELIKADOLAND, DELIKADO, TO BE PLACED HOLDING ONTO THE HOOP RING LIKE HE JUST DONE A SICK SLAM DUNK, WHILE BUTTER WILL BE STANDING ON A PODIUM NEXT TO THE HOOP, OFFERING HIS HAND TO HELP SAVE DELIKADO FROM FALLING! THE LESSON DELIKADO IS MEANT TO LEARN IS IT’S OKAY TO LET GO SOMETIMES, AND FALLING IS NOT THE END OF THE WORLD!
Ewan Jakeway: Probably will be in this case, jeeeeez…
Ref: EVERYTHING ABOVE WILL BE PORTRAYED ON PROJECTORS FOR YOUR EEN-JOY-MAT! IF DELIKADO CANNOT LET GO AND ALLOWS BUTTER TO RESCUE HIM, HE HAS NOT LEARNED A LESSON AND HIS FAMILY WILL BE RUINED WITHOUT ITS MORAL PSA IMPROVEMENT! IF HE DOES LET GO, HEART-WARMINGS FOR EVERYONE! THE COMPETITORS HAVE ONE MINUTE TO “STRAH-TEE-GIZE!”
As the crowd chatters about the event, Ewan looks through his one good eye at Sofia, who is calmly stirring coffee in a Starbucks cup.
Ewan Jakeway: Pssst, how do we offer any kind of help for THIS?
Sofia Monzón: We don’t.
Ewan Jakeway: What?? You’re just going to sit back and let this happen?!
Sofia Monzón: *sips coffee* Yup.
Ewan Jakeway: What kind of manager does that make you if you leave your client to hang like that?!
Sofia Monzón: The kind of manager who loves coffee. *sips more coffee*
Ref: THIRTY SECONDS!
Ewan Jakeway: Do they even know Delikado’s totally unconscious unless he’s in a wrestling ring competing?
Sofia Monzón: Nope. I didn’t think it was worth bringing up.
Ewan Jakeway: Then he’ll just…just…
Sofia Monzón: *sips coffee* Mmm, coffee...
Ref: Time’s up……… GEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET LESSOOOOOOOONED!
All eyes turn to the projector showing the action at the top of the giant basketball hoop. Delikado’s hands are put around the hoop and he initially hangs there as Butter extends his hand.
Butter: Take my hand, Delikado! Otherwise you’ll fall—
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand Delikado’s totally dead-to-the-worldness allows his hands to release from the basketball hoop and he rapidly plummets to the earth like a stone.
Audience Member 1: Crikey, he let go!
Audience Member 2: That Cuban fella HAS learned a life lesson after all!
Crowd: Awwwwwwwwwwwwww!
Delikado hits the ground and immediately causes a crater to form in the dirt below him. The rumbling this causes makes Butter wobble atop the basketball hoop.
Butter: What the…?! Oh no!
He falls off the podium but catches himself at the last moment by grabbing the hoop and hanging in the air. Butter kicks his feet and tries to pull himself up, but the weight of his bulbous head seems to be pulling him down too hard.
Butter: H-Help! I can’t get up, and I don’t wanna fall!
The crowd gasps as they watch and hear their leader in his distress. The coffee-drinking Sofia looks down in the crater at Delikado, who should probably be dead but isn’t because suspension of disbelief.
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Sofia looks up at Butter and calls out in a voice that would give the loudmouth ref a run for his money.
Sofia Monzón: BUTTER, LET GO! DELIKADO SAYS HE’LL CATCH YOU!
Butter: B-But I’m scared to let go!
……………………..
Sofia Monzón: IT’S OKAY! TRUST YOUR FAMILY!!!
A tense pause hovers over the arena, but Butter finally lets go of the hoop and falls. He blazes downward at top speed toward the crater housing Delikado, and when he lands he falls right onto Delikado’s groin area. A squeak is heard like that of a dog toy. Butter slowly sits up uninjured and amazed.
Butter: I…I’m okay!
Heckling Crowd Member: What a sissy!
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Sofia turns with a glare in the direction of the single voice that cried out over the hush that had fallen Butter’s fall.
Sofia Monzón: Delikado says you give it a try if you’re so freaking bold! He and Butter realize how it takes a lot of guts to let go. Either of these men’d be willing to apply what they’ve learned here and let YOU go if you want to go on the hoop—only who knows how many people here’d be family enough to catch you, whoever you are!
Butter smiles down at Delikado.
Butter: Thanks for saying that, mate. A well-said rebuke can only come from someone who has overcome their fear and knows he has family around to help him anytime!
Ref: THE TRIAL IS OVER! DELIKADO WINS!!! WE HAVE A NEW FAMILY!
Victor and vanquished are pulled from the crater by members of the audience and given total adoration.
Audience Member 3: Well done, everyone! My heart is warm enough it could melt Vince Steel! Dunno what “Vince Steel” is exactly, but I suddenly had an urge to say it.
Audience Member 4: Quite, I’ll be showing me messmates my fuzzy tum tum for as long as I live!
Delikado is placed back in his wheelchair by his managers. Sofia catches a passing telepathic comment from the Cuban and briefly glances at his savaged groin.
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Sofia Monzón: Eh, it’s probably for the best that thing doesn’t work. I hear the daughters you have out there are complete psychopaths…
Butter walks over to the trio and nods.
Butter: Everyone’s saying this is the best series of family trials they’ve ever witnessed. You lot passed with flying colors, and have cemented yourselves as worthy of the title of “family.”
…………………………
Sofia Monzón: My client thinks a worthier judge couldn’t be found in even a five—no, six-mile radius.
Butter: Speaking of, where will you three go now?
….
Sofia Monzón: Back to Frontier Grappling Arts where he wrestles. The plan was to improve as a family unit so we could effectively take on an actual set of family tag teams…
…………………………………………
Sofia Monzón: Although, looking around, Delikado is also thinking there’s no reason you and your people couldn’t be part of his family, kind of like a sworn brother, only with smashed nuts instead of a blood oath or something similar.
Butter: Me and my people? Butter’s Cup, with you?
………………………………………………………..
Sofia Monzón: Sure. You’re practically an army, cooped up in this little apartment.
Butter strokes his chin as he looks around at his many supporters.
Butter: Hmmm. Well the truth is, all my career I was building and training this lot up as a great faction, so that I could hunt down my foes and defeat them in stellar fashion in the ring. I wanted to make them my own family to have at my back, but I suppose we only ended up cooped here as you say. Shame too, this place is sooooooooooooooo small…
Cut to the oversized field/orchard that somehow makes up the apartment that is Butter’s Cup. A bird lands on a sign that reads “THIS APARTMENT IS A GOVERNMENT RECOGNIZED NATIONAL PARK.” Return cut to the gathering.
……………………………………………
Sofia Monzón: How’s this sound, then? You rally your faction, blow this coop, and join us? Delikado has a wrestling theme park he’s itching to take back, wide open so it’d have plenty of room for you all. Plus, between Bristow & Barnes, The Fam, The Resistance, Snackey, and a Swedish scooter prince we have enough foes to go around.
Butter: Ahhhh, The Fam. Vince Steel and Terrence Tillman. Takes me back to the ol “Peanut, Butter, and Fam” days! And you say you’re facing them soon?
Sofia Monzón: Delikado’s wrestling Steel on the 9th, then both of them on the 17th with his partner Susan Kent.
Nut: We gave ‘em some pointers, all the tips of the trade we recall from the heyday.
Pea: Though let’s be right frank, Butter, you ran the whole bloomin’ “Peanut, Butter, and Fam” team practically solo back then! You prolly do way better at the recalling than either me or Nut.
Butter: I say, Delikado, I could give you all KINDSA secrets and training tips on how to beat those rogues, stuff these two don’t even know about our boys in the jolly Fam. It’d be nice to go with you just to see them get their comeuppance after they piggybacked stardom off a name we all made together! But wait…did I hear you also mention a “Swedish scooter prince?” That HAS to be Otto Sonsson, son of Son Gustav—they’d be the only scooter-obsessed Swedish royalty in wrestling this side of the Atlantic, and they’d also be the reason I originally became a wrestler! If The Fam is my foes, Gustav and his “fam”’d be my ENEMIES!
Ewan Jakeway: *gasp* No way!
Butter: Way. They made fun of my head, always coming up with new names and mockeries to bestow on something I was born with! Son Gustav even forced me to be an obstacle for his kid to ride his stupid scooter over, ya ken. If I didn’t, he beat me, which woulda been fine cept he also promised to use his “Swedish royal connections” to destroy my village and build an IKEA over it!
Ewan looks like he’s about to cry as he holds an ice pack meant for his bruised head instead up to his sniffling nose.
Ewan Jakeway: *sniffing* T-T-That’s AWFUL! T-Truly the saddest tale I’ve heard in…in FOREVER! *choked sob*
Butter: Aye, a wrestling booker couldn’t write a more tragic backstory for this fellow. But I reckon the Sonsson’s would be mighty fearful for how THEIR story is going to end if they knew Butter was still on the wrestling circuit. Once their fun was had, they threw me away like…like melted dairy from a cow’s milk!
Ewan breaks down and hugs the pitiful big-headed lug.
Ewan Jakeway: Oh, my friend, let’s go to Olive Garden to eat and drink to merrier times! After all, their motto is “we’re all family here!”
Wiping away any of his own tears, Butter looks at the trio and nods in agreement.
Butter: Lead the way, my friends! I’m in the mood for almost decent food that I can regret eating literal days later.
Sofia Monzón: Good, and when that’s done, we’ll sit down and discuss our master plan to take on The Fam, The Resistance, The Sonsson’s…the whole great bastard bunch of them FGA has.
Butter: Well, I dunno anything bout your FGA wrestling promotion, but I’m with you, and I’m certain my batch of tree-dressed wrestling folk will come too. We love a good fight, and this sounds like it’s shapin’ up to be one for the eight-or-nine wonders ‘o the world!
Delikado being pushed in the leadership role as is his wont, the newfound group of family-ish friends sets out for their relaxing pause and then to formulate the next step in their FGA venture as we pull back and fade out.
~And thus Delikado and his managers not only improved themselves by becoming a family unit that could do battle with the cousins Fam and half-siblings Resistance, but they acquired a sworn brother to accompany them, in the mighty Butter. They could surmise what Vertigo would hold in store when the Cuban met Gunnar and Steel in the ring, now that he was appropriately attired with such augmentations as he’d won at Butter’s Trials. Maybe he and Susan would win their matches, maybe they wouldn’t. One thing is clear to them now, though: progress has been made, and it won’t be stopped so easily.
Still, only the wrestling gods could know what would happen once Revelations rolled around, as well as what would happen in the times after….~