Post by Roxi Johnson on Oct 30, 2012 21:55:22 GMT -5
Thursday, I get a chance to become the MPW Television Champion. A three way with Taifuk and TJ Pain, in a Table, Ladders, and Chairs match. I'm not going to lie and say I'm not a little bit nervous, but I think I'm more excited than anything else. I mean, I haven't been here that long and bam, I'm thrust into a title match.
Wow, I said three way and thrust back there. I have a dirty mind some times. Not that it's the three way I pictured in my mind. I mean, two dudes? Gross.
Anyway, Really, I'm dealing with two types of people here. One, TJ is a jackass, and he has gone out of his way to tell everyone. Just in case you never watched or listened to him. Ever. In your life. But honestly, who would? Sure, he's the television champion, but did anybody really care when he...snarked at a gas station worker? Or Made fun of people at Comic-Con, or any of the other 300 things he shown you on camera as if he needs to prove each and every time that he's an intolerable a-hole? I think everyone pretty much gets it. You act like you're too cool for everything. We get it, you act like a d-bag because you think it's cool. I beginning to think you are some kind of hipster who wears a beanie in the summer, because you think it's ironic. Standing there with your "I don't care what you think" attitiude, yet you strive over and over again to prove just how much you don't care.
Yes, you care way too much about how much you don't care.
It's a little confusing, but that's not the point. The point is you are the Television champion, yet, here you are, still trying to make people care about you and your problems. How you're just so deep and interesting, but then you instantly act like a jackass every time you get the chance. So not only are you a hipster, you're an attention whore hipster on top of it. Never thought I'd see it pulled off, but you have done it. Good for you.
Then there's Taufik. The former champion. The man who has been walking around here with a chip on his shoulder. Everything to prove. What that is, I'm not sure, but he's going to prove something at some point to some one. Taufik is a proud man, obviously, and deeply religious and all that, and that's all well and good. But he constantly walking around with a scowl on his face, and mean mugging everyone and telling everyone who will listen that he's the "Franchise". Whatever that means. You know what I get from you every time I picture you Taufik? This image: [/i]
Yeah, that. What is it Taufik, being Muslim? Being small in stature? What? Why are you so...angry? One day your going to develop a vein on your forehead if you keep it up. You seem like a good person, yet, you walk around here as if the world owes you something. They do not. No one owes anything to you. You have the play the hand you're dealt. I mean, look at me, I've got this red hair, big boobs and a heart-shaped butt. But do you see me complaining? Well, not about those things in particular, but split ends are just the worst. You don't have that problem do you? No, you don't. And there's hundreds of other problems you don't have that you can be happy about. But no, not Taufik, always training or yelling or doing something to prove how badass you are. Again, we get it, you're tough. You're also overcompensating.
Well, it seems you guys do have something in common, you're in need of the spotlight, one because he thinks he needs it, and one because he he's needy period. It's like you two are a couple of girls. So let me settle it for you, ladies, there's no need to argue, you're both pretty. Mmkay? There, now it's settled.
Tables, Ladders, and Chairs don't frighten me. TJ, you don't frighten me. Taufik, you don't either. I fight monsters, crooks, assassins, ninjas, robots, mutants, and everything else there is. So a men with mid-life crisis' don't bother me. It's actually a nice change of pace. So, after I win the Television championship, TJ can go buy a sports car or start a blog. And Taufik can go beat up someone else to prove he's tough. Whatever boys.
Love you. Kisses!
[ Roxi sits in the giant window on her apartment, costume on, ready to leave, but she seems to have some trouble standing and keeping her balance. Vision looks on with concern. ]
Vision- You need to stop.
Roxi- Can't...got too much to do.
Vision- Roxi, you haven't slept in 7 and half days.
Roxi- Coffee does wonders.
Vision- That's not funny. You're going to hurt yourself.
Roxi- I can heal from anything.
Vision- Physically, not mentally.
Roxi- I'm fine.
Vision- No, you're not. Look at you. You can barely keep yourself upright. You need to rest.
Roxi- I told you, I'm fine. Look, the more time you argue with me, the less time I have.
Vision- If you keep this up, you might DIE! I'm trying to keep you alive.
Roxi- I don't need help. I need to find Claire.
[ With that, Roxi exits out the window, leaving Vision shocked. He instantly tries her wrist communicator. ]
Vision- Stop what you're doing.
Roxi- No.
Vision- Roxi, listen to me I-
[ Roxi cuts the call off and turns off her wrist communicator. ]
Roxi- I've got work to do.
There were no bodies found. Neither Claire nor Peterson. If he's got her, She could be in more danger than ever. I've got to do something. But, it's still strange that There's been nothing from Peterson. Surely, if he had her, he'd be calling for my head, or trying to attack me. Nothing about this makes sense.
But I think I know someone who can make sense of it.[/I]
[ She arrives at the home. The name on the mailbox says "Murphy". She knocks. Murphy answers the door. ]
Lieutenant Murphy - What are you...jesus, you alright?
Roxi- I'm...fine
Lieutenant Murphy - What is it you want?
Roxi- Claire Beaumont.
Lieutenant Murphy - She's a missing person.
Roxi- I'm aware of that.
Lieutenant Murphy - Watch the smart mouth. It's 2am and you're banging on my door.
Roxi- I need to know if you have...anything.
Lieutenant Murphy - No. There's nothing.
Roxi- Nothing from the fire?
Lieutenant Murphy - No...wait, why do you think she was there?
Roxi- She was.
Lieutenant Murphy - How do you know?
Roxi- I saw her.
Lieutenant Murphy - So you were there too?
Roxi- I...I tried.
Lieutenant Murphy - You tried what? To kill her?
Roxi- No. I tried to save her...
Lieutenant Murphy - So you did kill her?
Roxi- No. She was impaled...She..told me to leave...
[ Roxi slowly starts to slump over. ]
Lieutenant Murphy - Hey! You awake or what?
Roxi- Huh? I'm still here.
Lieutenant Murphy - Good, because I got more questions.
Roxi- I'm the one with the questions.
Lieutenant Murphy - Hey, as far as I know, you killed Claire Beaumont.
Roxi- I just told you I didn't.
Lieutenant Murphy - She deserved it, the Bitch.
Roxi- WHAT?
Lieutenant Murphy - I said She deserved to get hitched. You know, married. Had her whole like ahead of her.
Roxi- You said...
Lieutenant Murphy - I said...fuck that bitch!
Murphy pulls his pistol out and fires! ]
Roxi- No!
[ Roxi's head snaps back as she look around confused. ]
Lieutenant Murphy - Are you even listening to me? Hey, I'm talking to you.
Roxi- Yeah...That's all I needed.
Lieutenant Murphy - Hey, come back here!
[ Roxi turns and walks away before firing out her grappling hook. ]
What was that? Was I dreaming? I was awake, I...I don't understand. Am I awake now? Am I asleep, what's going on here? I need caffeine. [/I]
[ Roxi enters a coffee shop, cutting everyone in line. ]
Roxi - Give me a triple.
[ Back moving, Roxi looks around from a rooftop. Suddenly, a small cat appears next to her. ]
Roxi- Oh, hey there, Kitty cat.
[ The Cat stops, looks at her, and hisses before running off. ]
Roxi- Fine. Didn't want to talk to you either.
[ Roxi stands, fires her grappling hook and swings off. ]
Great, even animals are on my...case... [/I]
[ The grappling hook slips out of Roxi's grasp due to her being so tired. She freefalls into a nearby dumpster. Landing with a thud.]
Gotta...get...up... [/I]
[ A homeless man wanders by the dumpster and peers in. ]
Homeless Man- Hey there miss...you alright?
Roxi - I'm fine.
[ She slowly makes her way out of the dumpster. ]
Homeless Man- Kids today sure are dressin' funny.
Roxi - Wha?
Homeless Man- Potato Salad!
[ She turns and starts walking away]
Roxi - ...Whatever.
Homeless Man- Is that any way to talk to your elder Roxi?
[ Shocked at hearing her name, She checks to see her mask is on, and it is, then she turns around ...and the homeless man is gone. ]
Roxi - ...Where...
[ She spins around and the alley is empty. She slowly turns back and starts walking again. Then, another man appears behind her. ]
Man- He's right you know.
Roxi- Who...
Man- The homeless guy back there.
Roxi- Who are you?
Man- Aw, don't tell me, you don't recognize me?
Roxi- ...
[ Roxi's eyes widen as the man steps from the shadows. Unknown to us, but she knows this man. ]
Man- Roxi. How've you been?
Roxi- ...
Man- Speechless, I'll take that as a sign you're happy to see me.
Roxi- How...how do you know that name...
Man- Oh, don't play dumb with me. I know you. I know everything about you. Including who you are under that mask.
Roxi- ....Clint...
Clint- In the flesh.
Roxi- You...you're dead.
Clint- I know. Weird how that works out sometimes.
Roxi- I...I have to be...dreaming.
Clint- Maybe you are. Maybe you're wide awake.
Roxi- It's a dream...you...you can't be alive. It's a dream.
Clint- Well, really, you can't even tell anymore can you? What you've been experiencing is called "micro-sleep". It's what happens when you've been awake as long as you have. At first, it's only about 5 or 10 seconds, but...the longer you go, the longer you're micro-sleep happens. You're body is shutting down. And what a body it is.
[ "Clint" instantly teleports behind her, grabbing her arm in a hammer lock. He tears her mask off and tosses it aside. ]
Roxi- No...
Clint- Shh... It's okay. You knew this was coming didn't you? You knew I'd find you...didn't you...
[ Tears starts to run down her face. ]
Roxi- *sob* ...Y...Yes...
Clint- Aw, don't cry. Crying won't help.
Roxi- ...
Clint- Do you remember when you would go to the dentist and...cry when you had a cavity. Did that help? No. You have to learn to accept the consequences for your actions...
[ He grabs her hair and begins walking her out of the alley. ]
Roxi- ...N...NO!...
Clint- What? don't you want your public to know Their hero? No? No, that's not good enough.
Roxi- Please...
Clint- They don't deserve you. Now, it's time to die.
[ Clint trips Roxi and begins to strangle her. ]
Roxi- *Gag* *cough*
Clint- Remember the last time I was on top of you? Heh. That was a good time, wasn't it.
[ He pauses to run a free hand down her body, squeezing her breast. ]
Clint- Ah, I see the girls are still fantastic. Too bad I have to kill you.
Roxi- *cough* C-C- *Gag*
Clint- I remember you were tougher. Hand to hand combat is the ultimate test, you know. It just says...we're equals...Except I'm more equal because I'm alive and you're dead.
[ He presses down. ]
Clint- There's nothing like...a good stangling. It's just a great feeling to watch the life drain from your victim's eyes.
[ Roxi's flailing arms start to slow down, Her eyes stare almost blankly ...]
Clint- And, we're all alone too, Consider it foreplay.
[ He reaches down and kisses her on the cheek. ]
Clint- Good-bye.
Roxi- *INHALES*
[ She sits straight up looking around. She's no longer in the dumpster, but some place unfamiliar. She studies her enviornment, struggling to understand what's going on. She looks down at the large needle sticking in her chest. Finally, things come back into focus for her, and she sees a group of hooded men staring at her. ]
Hooded man #1 - Alert the master, She has awaken.
Wow, I said three way and thrust back there. I have a dirty mind some times. Not that it's the three way I pictured in my mind. I mean, two dudes? Gross.
Anyway, Really, I'm dealing with two types of people here. One, TJ is a jackass, and he has gone out of his way to tell everyone. Just in case you never watched or listened to him. Ever. In your life. But honestly, who would? Sure, he's the television champion, but did anybody really care when he...snarked at a gas station worker? Or Made fun of people at Comic-Con, or any of the other 300 things he shown you on camera as if he needs to prove each and every time that he's an intolerable a-hole? I think everyone pretty much gets it. You act like you're too cool for everything. We get it, you act like a d-bag because you think it's cool. I beginning to think you are some kind of hipster who wears a beanie in the summer, because you think it's ironic. Standing there with your "I don't care what you think" attitiude, yet you strive over and over again to prove just how much you don't care.
Yes, you care way too much about how much you don't care.
It's a little confusing, but that's not the point. The point is you are the Television champion, yet, here you are, still trying to make people care about you and your problems. How you're just so deep and interesting, but then you instantly act like a jackass every time you get the chance. So not only are you a hipster, you're an attention whore hipster on top of it. Never thought I'd see it pulled off, but you have done it. Good for you.
Then there's Taufik. The former champion. The man who has been walking around here with a chip on his shoulder. Everything to prove. What that is, I'm not sure, but he's going to prove something at some point to some one. Taufik is a proud man, obviously, and deeply religious and all that, and that's all well and good. But he constantly walking around with a scowl on his face, and mean mugging everyone and telling everyone who will listen that he's the "Franchise". Whatever that means. You know what I get from you every time I picture you Taufik? This image: [/i]
Yeah, that. What is it Taufik, being Muslim? Being small in stature? What? Why are you so...angry? One day your going to develop a vein on your forehead if you keep it up. You seem like a good person, yet, you walk around here as if the world owes you something. They do not. No one owes anything to you. You have the play the hand you're dealt. I mean, look at me, I've got this red hair, big boobs and a heart-shaped butt. But do you see me complaining? Well, not about those things in particular, but split ends are just the worst. You don't have that problem do you? No, you don't. And there's hundreds of other problems you don't have that you can be happy about. But no, not Taufik, always training or yelling or doing something to prove how badass you are. Again, we get it, you're tough. You're also overcompensating.
Well, it seems you guys do have something in common, you're in need of the spotlight, one because he thinks he needs it, and one because he he's needy period. It's like you two are a couple of girls. So let me settle it for you, ladies, there's no need to argue, you're both pretty. Mmkay? There, now it's settled.
Tables, Ladders, and Chairs don't frighten me. TJ, you don't frighten me. Taufik, you don't either. I fight monsters, crooks, assassins, ninjas, robots, mutants, and everything else there is. So a men with mid-life crisis' don't bother me. It's actually a nice change of pace. So, after I win the Television championship, TJ can go buy a sports car or start a blog. And Taufik can go beat up someone else to prove he's tough. Whatever boys.
Love you. Kisses!
[ Roxi sits in the giant window on her apartment, costume on, ready to leave, but she seems to have some trouble standing and keeping her balance. Vision looks on with concern. ]
Vision- You need to stop.
Roxi- Can't...got too much to do.
Vision- Roxi, you haven't slept in 7 and half days.
Roxi- Coffee does wonders.
Vision- That's not funny. You're going to hurt yourself.
Roxi- I can heal from anything.
Vision- Physically, not mentally.
Roxi- I'm fine.
Vision- No, you're not. Look at you. You can barely keep yourself upright. You need to rest.
Roxi- I told you, I'm fine. Look, the more time you argue with me, the less time I have.
Vision- If you keep this up, you might DIE! I'm trying to keep you alive.
Roxi- I don't need help. I need to find Claire.
[ With that, Roxi exits out the window, leaving Vision shocked. He instantly tries her wrist communicator. ]
Vision- Stop what you're doing.
Roxi- No.
Vision- Roxi, listen to me I-
[ Roxi cuts the call off and turns off her wrist communicator. ]
Roxi- I've got work to do.
There were no bodies found. Neither Claire nor Peterson. If he's got her, She could be in more danger than ever. I've got to do something. But, it's still strange that There's been nothing from Peterson. Surely, if he had her, he'd be calling for my head, or trying to attack me. Nothing about this makes sense.
But I think I know someone who can make sense of it.[/I]
[ She arrives at the home. The name on the mailbox says "Murphy". She knocks. Murphy answers the door. ]
Lieutenant Murphy - What are you...jesus, you alright?
Roxi- I'm...fine
Lieutenant Murphy - What is it you want?
Roxi- Claire Beaumont.
Lieutenant Murphy - She's a missing person.
Roxi- I'm aware of that.
Lieutenant Murphy - Watch the smart mouth. It's 2am and you're banging on my door.
Roxi- I need to know if you have...anything.
Lieutenant Murphy - No. There's nothing.
Roxi- Nothing from the fire?
Lieutenant Murphy - No...wait, why do you think she was there?
Roxi- She was.
Lieutenant Murphy - How do you know?
Roxi- I saw her.
Lieutenant Murphy - So you were there too?
Roxi- I...I tried.
Lieutenant Murphy - You tried what? To kill her?
Roxi- No. I tried to save her...
Lieutenant Murphy - So you did kill her?
Roxi- No. She was impaled...She..told me to leave...
[ Roxi slowly starts to slump over. ]
Lieutenant Murphy - Hey! You awake or what?
Roxi- Huh? I'm still here.
Lieutenant Murphy - Good, because I got more questions.
Roxi- I'm the one with the questions.
Lieutenant Murphy - Hey, as far as I know, you killed Claire Beaumont.
Roxi- I just told you I didn't.
Lieutenant Murphy - She deserved it, the Bitch.
Roxi- WHAT?
Lieutenant Murphy - I said She deserved to get hitched. You know, married. Had her whole like ahead of her.
Roxi- You said...
Lieutenant Murphy - I said...fuck that bitch!
Murphy pulls his pistol out and fires! ]
Roxi- No!
[ Roxi's head snaps back as she look around confused. ]
Lieutenant Murphy - Are you even listening to me? Hey, I'm talking to you.
Roxi- Yeah...That's all I needed.
Lieutenant Murphy - Hey, come back here!
[ Roxi turns and walks away before firing out her grappling hook. ]
What was that? Was I dreaming? I was awake, I...I don't understand. Am I awake now? Am I asleep, what's going on here? I need caffeine. [/I]
[ Roxi enters a coffee shop, cutting everyone in line. ]
Roxi - Give me a triple.
[ Back moving, Roxi looks around from a rooftop. Suddenly, a small cat appears next to her. ]
Roxi- Oh, hey there, Kitty cat.
[ The Cat stops, looks at her, and hisses before running off. ]
Roxi- Fine. Didn't want to talk to you either.
[ Roxi stands, fires her grappling hook and swings off. ]
Great, even animals are on my...case... [/I]
[ The grappling hook slips out of Roxi's grasp due to her being so tired. She freefalls into a nearby dumpster. Landing with a thud.]
Gotta...get...up... [/I]
[ A homeless man wanders by the dumpster and peers in. ]
Homeless Man- Hey there miss...you alright?
Roxi - I'm fine.
[ She slowly makes her way out of the dumpster. ]
Homeless Man- Kids today sure are dressin' funny.
Roxi - Wha?
Homeless Man- Potato Salad!
[ She turns and starts walking away]
Roxi - ...Whatever.
Homeless Man- Is that any way to talk to your elder Roxi?
[ Shocked at hearing her name, She checks to see her mask is on, and it is, then she turns around ...and the homeless man is gone. ]
Roxi - ...Where...
[ She spins around and the alley is empty. She slowly turns back and starts walking again. Then, another man appears behind her. ]
Man- He's right you know.
Roxi- Who...
Man- The homeless guy back there.
Roxi- Who are you?
Man- Aw, don't tell me, you don't recognize me?
Roxi- ...
[ Roxi's eyes widen as the man steps from the shadows. Unknown to us, but she knows this man. ]
Man- Roxi. How've you been?
Roxi- ...
Man- Speechless, I'll take that as a sign you're happy to see me.
Roxi- How...how do you know that name...
Man- Oh, don't play dumb with me. I know you. I know everything about you. Including who you are under that mask.
Roxi- ....Clint...
Clint- In the flesh.
Roxi- You...you're dead.
Clint- I know. Weird how that works out sometimes.
Roxi- I...I have to be...dreaming.
Clint- Maybe you are. Maybe you're wide awake.
Roxi- It's a dream...you...you can't be alive. It's a dream.
Clint- Well, really, you can't even tell anymore can you? What you've been experiencing is called "micro-sleep". It's what happens when you've been awake as long as you have. At first, it's only about 5 or 10 seconds, but...the longer you go, the longer you're micro-sleep happens. You're body is shutting down. And what a body it is.
[ "Clint" instantly teleports behind her, grabbing her arm in a hammer lock. He tears her mask off and tosses it aside. ]
Roxi- No...
Clint- Shh... It's okay. You knew this was coming didn't you? You knew I'd find you...didn't you...
[ Tears starts to run down her face. ]
Roxi- *sob* ...Y...Yes...
Clint- Aw, don't cry. Crying won't help.
Roxi- ...
Clint- Do you remember when you would go to the dentist and...cry when you had a cavity. Did that help? No. You have to learn to accept the consequences for your actions...
[ He grabs her hair and begins walking her out of the alley. ]
Roxi- ...N...NO!...
Clint- What? don't you want your public to know Their hero? No? No, that's not good enough.
Roxi- Please...
Clint- They don't deserve you. Now, it's time to die.
[ Clint trips Roxi and begins to strangle her. ]
Roxi- *Gag* *cough*
Clint- Remember the last time I was on top of you? Heh. That was a good time, wasn't it.
[ He pauses to run a free hand down her body, squeezing her breast. ]
Clint- Ah, I see the girls are still fantastic. Too bad I have to kill you.
Roxi- *cough* C-C- *Gag*
Clint- I remember you were tougher. Hand to hand combat is the ultimate test, you know. It just says...we're equals...Except I'm more equal because I'm alive and you're dead.
[ He presses down. ]
Clint- There's nothing like...a good stangling. It's just a great feeling to watch the life drain from your victim's eyes.
[ Roxi's flailing arms start to slow down, Her eyes stare almost blankly ...]
Clint- And, we're all alone too, Consider it foreplay.
[ He reaches down and kisses her on the cheek. ]
Clint- Good-bye.
Roxi- *INHALES*
[ She sits straight up looking around. She's no longer in the dumpster, but some place unfamiliar. She studies her enviornment, struggling to understand what's going on. She looks down at the large needle sticking in her chest. Finally, things come back into focus for her, and she sees a group of hooded men staring at her. ]
Hooded man #1 - Alert the master, She has awaken.
