Post by Roxi Johnson on Jan 31, 2013 6:08:47 GMT -5
Well, this is awkward.
Here I am before you today, NOT the winner of the Army of One rumble match. I was confident I was going to win, but then again, so was everybody else. But I trained so hard, I worked at it, honed my mind and body to overcome everyone else.
And in the end, I was outmaneuvered by Bliss and she threw me out. Once again, she got the better of me. But in the end, THE Tristan Slater ended up winning the rumble.
Wait.
No he didn’t. Drake Hunter did. Sometimes, I get the two confused.
I would be okay with Drake winning, but, I’d be a liar if I said as much. I’m not okay with him winning, not just because he beat me, but the fact that he said no one could stop him, and no one did. For a while, I contemplated all of this, hence my absence from TNT. I had to think about a number of things. Did Bliss play me for a sucker? The night before we’re friends but then as soon as the moment was available, she just tossed me aside like a piece of garbage. Like I was the bench at a basketball game and as soon as she no longer needed me, she got up and left.
Or did I just not see it coming, when I knew I should have?
She took advantage of a weakness: trust.
Well played, Bliss. Well played.
But the night would have been fine, if I still had my Television title. But I don’t have that either. I lost my title that I loved so dear to Jason Xavier. I guess the only solace I can take in that is the fact that Jason pinned Tyler Rose, and not me. Had Jason and I been in a one on one match, I would still be the champion. I suppose that I should be proud of my reign, 113 days will most likely never be broken, but even that’s not really any comfort.
Perhaps it was time to move on past the TV title? Perhaps I had done all I could. I have already cemented myself as one of, if not, the greatest MPW TV champion of all time. But so what? What does that mean now? I loved the TV title and now it’s gone, in the hands of some tool so is going around now with it and tarnishing it every day. It’s a tough pill the swallow. It’s hard to move on when something was so important to you has been taken away.
It’s a feeling I know all too well.
I’ve lost so much, and I’ve come back for more, now it’s time to move on.
My opponent this week is THE Tristan Slater. Tristan, like me, also didn’t win the Army of One Rumble. But that’s really where the similarities end. He’s man, I’m not, He’s got facial hair, and I don’t. You get the picture. And I’m sure most of you heard Tristan talk today when his promo aired. I’m sure he said some great things. I’m sure he really put me in my place. I’m sure he said some things that were hurtful and demeaning. I’m sure he told all of you that he was going to beat me on TNT.
I of course assume all of this is true.
Why? Because I wasn’t paying attention. Didn’t even open it. Not one word he said in that promo have I taken in with my ears.
Why? Because I don’t need to. I’m already aware of what he’s going to, or has said.
I happen to have a copy of “douchebag bad guy promo notes” written by Biff Tannen, So I really didn’t need to listen to it. Honestly, Did I miss anything? Did I miss something he said that was not in this book? Did he say something that will make me so mad or upset that I will need to spend more than 5 seconds pondering it?
No?
Didn’t think so.
This book has yet to let me down.
But for arguments sake, could someone give me the crib notes version of that promo? I don’t really have the time to watch an un-interesting d-bag and his man-servant banter back and forth about the same thing: The man-servants only purpose is to tell Tristan how great he is. I saw it during his Army of One promo. So I figured, “you’ve seen one, you’ve seen ‘em all.” And judging by the response of my fans, no one really saw anything different this time.
So Tristan, do you mind if I call you Tristan? I mean, THE seems like a bit much added to the name. I try to keep things informal. I trust that you overly confident that you’re going to win this match based on your record elsewhere in the world. And that is admirable. But sadly, sadly mistaken. And while I’m sure you really let me have it in your promo, the fact is I don’t really care. There’s not a thing you can say to me or about me that will get under my skin, or get me off my game, or anything like that. Because really Tristan, I’ve heard it all before. I’ve heard YOU before. And the people like you. It seems to be all the rage to be the biggest a-hole you can be in wrestling. I get it, come out, smirk at the people, tell them you're the best in the world, or the universe, or whatever. You're better than everyone, yada, yada, yada....been there, done that.
Oh, did you say any of that?
I told you this book was gold.
As I said Tristan, I’ve heard it all before. And it was done better. Much better. By better men. So, I apologize for making you waste your breath and my time with a promo that everyone has already seen done and done better. I don’t really care if you called me names, or made fun of me, because better men have tried, and they have failed.
Just like you will.
Oh yes, Tristan, you’re going to lose on TNT, because you are not in MY League. Yes, that’s right, let this sink in, and let your blood boil over his anger. I am BETTER than you. And I will defeat you on TNT because of that very idea. People like you have been underestimating me and overestimating themselves for a long, long time. A person as delusional as you must honestly know that he’s going to lose. So it makes me wonder if you are really just hiding from the truth.
The truth of being not good enough.
I mean, your MPW career has consisted of losing the Army of One Rumble, then attacking Trey Baxter from behind. Maybe that’s because you don’t think you can beat him man to man. So, you haven’t exactly done anything for me to be worried about besides probably talk yourself up. Maybe because you need to. Whatever works for you Tristan. Whatever helps you sleep at night, I guess. I can tell by the way you act, you feel inadequate. Don’t worry, I’m not here to a judge.
But, consider me less than impressed.
Anyway, you can go ahead and put your aviators on, with your scarf, or ascot, nothing wrong with the ascot. Look what it did for Fred from Scooby-Doo. But I digress. You can do all that, and re-assure yourself you’re really great, and that other guy can tell you as such, but at the end of the day, You and I will know the truth.
And it will hurt.
[Roxi and Sydney sit, playing their Wii]
Roxi - Well, that was fun.
Sydney - You can always get a certain satisfaction from smashing a drug ring.
Roxi - I know, right.
Sydney - Well, time for some Wii sports.
Roxi - I don't now, I'm pretty tired.
Sydney - But it's Wii bowling!
Roxi - I know, and I'll beat you some other time.
Sydney - I think you're just afraid of my skills.
Roxi - You line it up like you're really bowling.
Sydney - So?
Roxi - All you have to do, is move your arm, you know that right?
Sydney - Yes, and I also bowl a 240 average.
Roxi - Whatever, I need a nap.
[ Sydney turns on the Wii and looks at the game inside ]
Sydney - Wait, did you use the Wii Fit?
Roxi - I don't want to talk about it
Sydney - Is it no good?
Roxi - It told me I was fat.
Sydney - Really?
Roxi - I said I don't want to talk about it.
Sydney - I wonder if I'm fat...
Roxi - Whatever...I'm going to bed.
Sydney - Good night.
[ Roxi had laid down for the night in her room and sleeps away.]
Wha…
[ Suddenly she awakens, in full costume, on a familiar soft, white bed. ]
How…how did I get here?
[She sighs and lays her head back on the pillow and closes her eyes…only to have them shoot open when a black combat boot comes down viciously on her stomach. ]
Roxi - AHHGH!
[Roxi’s body shoots up and she rolls over, clutching her stomach in pain. The black boot once again kicks her in the ribs as she rolls off the bed in tremendous pain.]
Roxi - Oooh, Ugh…Oh god…
[ Roxi clutches at her ribs and struggles to breathe she is grabbed and led to a table and sat down in a chair. The attacker grabs her arm and handcuffs it to the table leg, then the other arm follow suit. Roxi continues to groan in pain as she looks up at her attacker. ]
Roxi - Oh…god…no.
[ The attacker reaches and snatches her mask off her face. ]
Clint - Hello gorgeous. Is this a bad time?
Roxi - What…what..
Clint - What do I want? Is that what you’re going to ask? Well, the answer is simple: You.
Roxi - Why…now?
Clint - What? Why not now? I have been waiting for this moment.
Roxi - Please…Clint…not now..
[ He cocks his head to the side, confused. Then he frowns.]
Clint - I’m sorry, I was unaware we were on YOUR time. We do this, on MY time. My time is precious.
Roxi - You...have nothing but time.
Clint - I pick and choose my times, Roxi, and don’t you forget it. And I say, the time is now.
Roxi - Please…I told you I’d help you. I will help you. I just can’t this week…
[ He’s getting increasingly angry ]
Clint - Are you kidding me?! You don’t make the rules. This is my world.
Roxi - Clint…I promise you, I will do what you want. I just need you to leave me for this week. Please. I’m begging you!
[He grabs her by the hair and yanks back as hard as he can ]
Clint - Do you realize what I can do to you right now? The POWER I have here? How DARE you tell me no?!
Roxi - Clint…I swear to you. ANYTHING. Please!
[ He slams her face into the table! ]
Roxi - UGGHHH!
Clint - Sorry…Did that hurt?
Roxi - Dammit! Clint, listen to me! I swear to you I will help you. Anything. I can’t fight you…I can’t. I’ll help you…I just….I need this week…
Clint - Are you…begging me?
Roxi - YES DAMMIT! PLEASE!
[He stares at her, her hair matting her face, and seemingly tears rolling down her face. ]
Clint - I think you’re sincere.
Roxi - …
Clint - So, I…will leave you until next week.
Roxi - ..Thank you…
Clint - On one condition.
[ Roxi’s eyes widen as Clint leans in ]
Clint - You must do something for me, right now.
Roxi - (Meekly) What?
Clint - I’ll let you go, with the understand that soon, I will torture you. I will break you. Then…I will kill you.
Roxi - ….
Clint - But First, let’s have some fun.
Roxi - (Meekly) Oh…god.
[SLAM TO BLACK]
I spent the rest of the day trying to forget what happened. I tried to put on a brave face and ignore what I had just gone through. Sydney thankfully knew nothing, and I needed it to stay that way. It was such a terrible night, I needed something to distract me from this. I buried my face in my twitter account and my phone, trying to keep myself distracted. [/color]
Sydney - What are you doing?
Roxi - I'm waiting for my re-tweet.
Sydney - What?
Roxi - My re-tweet. I tweeted Jaleel White and he hasn't tweeted me back yet.
Sydney - So?
Roxi - So? I demand a re-tweet!
Sydney - You're getting worked up again.
Roxi - Come on, What does a girl have to do to get a re-tweet?
Sydney - Tweet him your boobs.
Roxi - That's not funny.
Sydney - I thought so.
Roxi - Come on, My tweet to him is funny. I told him he was awesome as the voice of Sonic The Hedgehog.
Sydney - Wasn’t he on dancing with the stars too?
Roxi - Yes, and he should have done the urkel dance.
Sydney - You are terrible.
Roxi - Well, it’s better than American Idol.
Sydney - I hate that one judge on Idol.
Roxi - Are you thinking of J-Lo?
Sydney - No.
Roxi - Nicki Minaj?
Sydney - No.
Roxi - Sinéad O'Connor?
Sydney - What? No!
Roxi - Sorry. Drawing a blank.
Sydney - Whatever.
I hate the silence. I wanted to ignore it, but there it was. I wanted no opportunity for silence. I have to break it. [/color]
Roxi - Ugh. Come on Urkel.
Sydney - I'm pretty sure he wouldn't think your tweet is funny.
Roxi - It is too funny.
Sydney - He's been trying to escape that role for years.
Roxi - He shouldn't have been so good at it.
Sydney - That's not the p- ... Never mind. You just want to make life harder.
[ There more silence as Roxi looks more and more uneasy. She fidget in her chair, squirming around. She looks at her phone, still trying to keep up the charade. ]
Roxi - Ha-ha.
Sydney - What?
Roxi - I just looked up the #1 song the day you were born.
Sydney - Oh, what is it?
Roxi - "Nothing Compares To You by Sinead OConnor
Sydney - I couldn't have had a cool song.
Roxi - Hey, there's nothing wrong with Her.
Sydney - Well, what did you get?
Roxi - Hang on...
Sydney - Are you checking Twitter again?
Roxi - I want my damn re-tweet.
Sydney - Did you find the song yet?
Roxi - Ah, "Tell her about it" by Billy Joel.
Sydney - Nothing wrong with Billy Joel.
Roxi - No. Not at all.
Sydney - Better than Winger. That's for sure.
Roxi - Are you still on that?
Sydney - It was stupid.
Roxi - Let it go.
Sydney - Right.
[She looks down at her phone again.]
Roxi - Ugh.
Sydney - Are you still on the Twitter thing? Rox, I hate to say this, you are reaching FemFox levels on annoyance.
Roxi - ...I know where you sleep.
[After a brief silence, with Sydney trying to find the strength to say something. Finally, she just blurts it out. ]
Sydney - So, I’ve been meaning to ask about this morning.
[ Roxi’s heart sinks. ]
Roxi - What do you mean?
Sydney - So…you’re unaware?
Roxi - Unaware of what?
Sydney - You were talking in your sleep.
Oh, talking…yeah... [/color]
Roxi - Oh…really?
Sydney - And by talking…I of course mean moaning…
Roxi - Oh…
Sydney - And by moaning, I mean I’m pretty sure you had a freaking orgasm! What the hell happened to you last night?
Roxi - I…did not. Nothing happened.
Sydney - Are you sure? Sounded pretty real to me.
Roxi - I…
Sydney - Hey, we all have dreams like that.
Think quickly dammit.
Roxi - I saw you when you came in, so…I was just goofing around.
[Sydney looks at her with a non-believing look]
Sydney - Really?
Roxi - Of course, watch.
[Roxi starts…pretending, I guess.]
Roxi - Oh my god.
Sydney - I think you're overdoing it.
Roxi - Oh my god.
Sydney - Roxi?
Roxi - Oh my god.
Sydney - Wait are you really…
[She stops suddenly, looking at Sydney.]
Roxi - huh?
Sydney - Roxi?
Roxi - What?
Sydney - Are you really doing that?
Roxi - I got my retweet. See?
Sydney - I think we're done here.
Hopefully that’s enough to keep her satisfied for now...
You know what’s really been bugging me the past week? The MPW website.
There little caption for this week bugs me. Makes me irritated. They ask if You can survive the “test” of Roxi Johnson, Tristan. That bugs me. As if I’ve been chosen to test you. I’m not here to test you Tristan.
I’m here to beat you.
I could care less that it’s your singles match debut, I’m out to win every time. But now it seems like I’m being treated as the door mat since I lost two matches in a row. Like I’ve lost a step or something. Like I’ve become this has-been that is no longer capable of defeating anyone. This isn’t a test Tristan. I’m not out to see if your any good before I casually lay down for you and let you continue your rise. That’s just not going to happen. I’ve worked at this for a long time, and two losses doesn’t mean I’m done.
It means I come back. Again and again. Over and over. I will come back.
Stronger.
Faster.
Better.
That’s my mission, to be the best. And that means I have to beat the best, or at least someone pretending to be the best.
Let’s call this what it is, Tristan.
It’s not a test.
It’s not to see if I still have it.
It’s not your audition for MPW’s bright lights. It’s none of that. It’s a feast. It’s you, being thrown to the lions. It’s you being served to ME. For this night, no one will witness the rise of THE Tristan Slater; they will witness me taking out all my frustrations on you. You are my main course. You are going to be my victim. But I want you to remember something Tristan. Something you’re going to want to pay attention to:
After I beat you, Your career isn’t over. You can walk right back out the next week and claim to the best in the world, and all that jazz, and you can stick your chest out, and crow as loud as you want to. I know you will anyway, so sayeth the handbook. But I digress, but this loss changes nothing for you. It just means you lost to me. It means on that day, you picked a fight with the wrong person. It means on that day you got slapped back to reality.
But for me, this means I’m still the force that I always was. This match is to remove all doubt that losing my TV title and to Drake doesn’t mean the end of the world. I already knew that, but this is a reminder to MPW in general.
I am for real, and I’m not going away.
If you think for one second that I'm just going to be a pushover, you are DEAD wrong. I'm am not about to just some opponent that makes Tristan Slater look good. He's not about to make a name for himself at my expense. I am about to unleash a lot of anger and frustration at his expense, and erase any lingering thoughts that I am anyone's tackling dummy. No one, man, woman, or anything else is simply going to walk all over me and make an example out of me.
I've set the example so far on how to be in this company, I've never tried to make an example out of people, but because I have been placed in this situation, I will.
This is not a good time to get on my bad side. Don't believe me?
Just ask THE Tristan Slater after the match.
See you soon, Tristan.
Here I am before you today, NOT the winner of the Army of One rumble match. I was confident I was going to win, but then again, so was everybody else. But I trained so hard, I worked at it, honed my mind and body to overcome everyone else.
And in the end, I was outmaneuvered by Bliss and she threw me out. Once again, she got the better of me. But in the end, THE Tristan Slater ended up winning the rumble.
Wait.
No he didn’t. Drake Hunter did. Sometimes, I get the two confused.
I would be okay with Drake winning, but, I’d be a liar if I said as much. I’m not okay with him winning, not just because he beat me, but the fact that he said no one could stop him, and no one did. For a while, I contemplated all of this, hence my absence from TNT. I had to think about a number of things. Did Bliss play me for a sucker? The night before we’re friends but then as soon as the moment was available, she just tossed me aside like a piece of garbage. Like I was the bench at a basketball game and as soon as she no longer needed me, she got up and left.
Or did I just not see it coming, when I knew I should have?
She took advantage of a weakness: trust.
Well played, Bliss. Well played.
But the night would have been fine, if I still had my Television title. But I don’t have that either. I lost my title that I loved so dear to Jason Xavier. I guess the only solace I can take in that is the fact that Jason pinned Tyler Rose, and not me. Had Jason and I been in a one on one match, I would still be the champion. I suppose that I should be proud of my reign, 113 days will most likely never be broken, but even that’s not really any comfort.
Perhaps it was time to move on past the TV title? Perhaps I had done all I could. I have already cemented myself as one of, if not, the greatest MPW TV champion of all time. But so what? What does that mean now? I loved the TV title and now it’s gone, in the hands of some tool so is going around now with it and tarnishing it every day. It’s a tough pill the swallow. It’s hard to move on when something was so important to you has been taken away.
It’s a feeling I know all too well.
I’ve lost so much, and I’ve come back for more, now it’s time to move on.
My opponent this week is THE Tristan Slater. Tristan, like me, also didn’t win the Army of One Rumble. But that’s really where the similarities end. He’s man, I’m not, He’s got facial hair, and I don’t. You get the picture. And I’m sure most of you heard Tristan talk today when his promo aired. I’m sure he said some great things. I’m sure he really put me in my place. I’m sure he said some things that were hurtful and demeaning. I’m sure he told all of you that he was going to beat me on TNT.
I of course assume all of this is true.
Why? Because I wasn’t paying attention. Didn’t even open it. Not one word he said in that promo have I taken in with my ears.
Why? Because I don’t need to. I’m already aware of what he’s going to, or has said.
I happen to have a copy of “douchebag bad guy promo notes” written by Biff Tannen, So I really didn’t need to listen to it. Honestly, Did I miss anything? Did I miss something he said that was not in this book? Did he say something that will make me so mad or upset that I will need to spend more than 5 seconds pondering it?
No?
Didn’t think so.
This book has yet to let me down.
But for arguments sake, could someone give me the crib notes version of that promo? I don’t really have the time to watch an un-interesting d-bag and his man-servant banter back and forth about the same thing: The man-servants only purpose is to tell Tristan how great he is. I saw it during his Army of One promo. So I figured, “you’ve seen one, you’ve seen ‘em all.” And judging by the response of my fans, no one really saw anything different this time.
So Tristan, do you mind if I call you Tristan? I mean, THE seems like a bit much added to the name. I try to keep things informal. I trust that you overly confident that you’re going to win this match based on your record elsewhere in the world. And that is admirable. But sadly, sadly mistaken. And while I’m sure you really let me have it in your promo, the fact is I don’t really care. There’s not a thing you can say to me or about me that will get under my skin, or get me off my game, or anything like that. Because really Tristan, I’ve heard it all before. I’ve heard YOU before. And the people like you. It seems to be all the rage to be the biggest a-hole you can be in wrestling. I get it, come out, smirk at the people, tell them you're the best in the world, or the universe, or whatever. You're better than everyone, yada, yada, yada....been there, done that.
Oh, did you say any of that?
I told you this book was gold.
As I said Tristan, I’ve heard it all before. And it was done better. Much better. By better men. So, I apologize for making you waste your breath and my time with a promo that everyone has already seen done and done better. I don’t really care if you called me names, or made fun of me, because better men have tried, and they have failed.
Just like you will.
Oh yes, Tristan, you’re going to lose on TNT, because you are not in MY League. Yes, that’s right, let this sink in, and let your blood boil over his anger. I am BETTER than you. And I will defeat you on TNT because of that very idea. People like you have been underestimating me and overestimating themselves for a long, long time. A person as delusional as you must honestly know that he’s going to lose. So it makes me wonder if you are really just hiding from the truth.
The truth of being not good enough.
I mean, your MPW career has consisted of losing the Army of One Rumble, then attacking Trey Baxter from behind. Maybe that’s because you don’t think you can beat him man to man. So, you haven’t exactly done anything for me to be worried about besides probably talk yourself up. Maybe because you need to. Whatever works for you Tristan. Whatever helps you sleep at night, I guess. I can tell by the way you act, you feel inadequate. Don’t worry, I’m not here to a judge.
But, consider me less than impressed.
Anyway, you can go ahead and put your aviators on, with your scarf, or ascot, nothing wrong with the ascot. Look what it did for Fred from Scooby-Doo. But I digress. You can do all that, and re-assure yourself you’re really great, and that other guy can tell you as such, but at the end of the day, You and I will know the truth.
And it will hurt.
[Roxi and Sydney sit, playing their Wii]
Roxi - Well, that was fun.
Sydney - You can always get a certain satisfaction from smashing a drug ring.
Roxi - I know, right.
Sydney - Well, time for some Wii sports.
Roxi - I don't now, I'm pretty tired.
Sydney - But it's Wii bowling!
Roxi - I know, and I'll beat you some other time.
Sydney - I think you're just afraid of my skills.
Roxi - You line it up like you're really bowling.
Sydney - So?
Roxi - All you have to do, is move your arm, you know that right?
Sydney - Yes, and I also bowl a 240 average.
Roxi - Whatever, I need a nap.
[ Sydney turns on the Wii and looks at the game inside ]
Sydney - Wait, did you use the Wii Fit?
Roxi - I don't want to talk about it
Sydney - Is it no good?
Roxi - It told me I was fat.
Sydney - Really?
Roxi - I said I don't want to talk about it.
Sydney - I wonder if I'm fat...
Roxi - Whatever...I'm going to bed.
Sydney - Good night.
[ Roxi had laid down for the night in her room and sleeps away.]
Wha…
[ Suddenly she awakens, in full costume, on a familiar soft, white bed. ]
How…how did I get here?
[She sighs and lays her head back on the pillow and closes her eyes…only to have them shoot open when a black combat boot comes down viciously on her stomach. ]
Roxi - AHHGH!
[Roxi’s body shoots up and she rolls over, clutching her stomach in pain. The black boot once again kicks her in the ribs as she rolls off the bed in tremendous pain.]
Roxi - Oooh, Ugh…Oh god…
[ Roxi clutches at her ribs and struggles to breathe she is grabbed and led to a table and sat down in a chair. The attacker grabs her arm and handcuffs it to the table leg, then the other arm follow suit. Roxi continues to groan in pain as she looks up at her attacker. ]
Roxi - Oh…god…no.
[ The attacker reaches and snatches her mask off her face. ]
Clint - Hello gorgeous. Is this a bad time?
Roxi - What…what..
Clint - What do I want? Is that what you’re going to ask? Well, the answer is simple: You.
Roxi - Why…now?
Clint - What? Why not now? I have been waiting for this moment.
Roxi - Please…Clint…not now..
[ He cocks his head to the side, confused. Then he frowns.]
Clint - I’m sorry, I was unaware we were on YOUR time. We do this, on MY time. My time is precious.
Roxi - You...have nothing but time.
Clint - I pick and choose my times, Roxi, and don’t you forget it. And I say, the time is now.
Roxi - Please…I told you I’d help you. I will help you. I just can’t this week…
[ He’s getting increasingly angry ]
Clint - Are you kidding me?! You don’t make the rules. This is my world.
Roxi - Clint…I promise you, I will do what you want. I just need you to leave me for this week. Please. I’m begging you!
[He grabs her by the hair and yanks back as hard as he can ]
Clint - Do you realize what I can do to you right now? The POWER I have here? How DARE you tell me no?!
Roxi - Clint…I swear to you. ANYTHING. Please!
[ He slams her face into the table! ]
Roxi - UGGHHH!
Clint - Sorry…Did that hurt?
Roxi - Dammit! Clint, listen to me! I swear to you I will help you. Anything. I can’t fight you…I can’t. I’ll help you…I just….I need this week…
Clint - Are you…begging me?
Roxi - YES DAMMIT! PLEASE!
[He stares at her, her hair matting her face, and seemingly tears rolling down her face. ]
Clint - I think you’re sincere.
Roxi - …
Clint - So, I…will leave you until next week.
Roxi - ..Thank you…
Clint - On one condition.
[ Roxi’s eyes widen as Clint leans in ]
Clint - You must do something for me, right now.
Roxi - (Meekly) What?
Clint - I’ll let you go, with the understand that soon, I will torture you. I will break you. Then…I will kill you.
Roxi - ….
Clint - But First, let’s have some fun.
Roxi - (Meekly) Oh…god.
[SLAM TO BLACK]
I spent the rest of the day trying to forget what happened. I tried to put on a brave face and ignore what I had just gone through. Sydney thankfully knew nothing, and I needed it to stay that way. It was such a terrible night, I needed something to distract me from this. I buried my face in my twitter account and my phone, trying to keep myself distracted. [/color]
Sydney - What are you doing?
Roxi - I'm waiting for my re-tweet.
Sydney - What?
Roxi - My re-tweet. I tweeted Jaleel White and he hasn't tweeted me back yet.
Sydney - So?
Roxi - So? I demand a re-tweet!
Sydney - You're getting worked up again.
Roxi - Come on, What does a girl have to do to get a re-tweet?
Sydney - Tweet him your boobs.
Roxi - That's not funny.
Sydney - I thought so.
Roxi - Come on, My tweet to him is funny. I told him he was awesome as the voice of Sonic The Hedgehog.
Sydney - Wasn’t he on dancing with the stars too?
Roxi - Yes, and he should have done the urkel dance.
Sydney - You are terrible.
Roxi - Well, it’s better than American Idol.
Sydney - I hate that one judge on Idol.
Roxi - Are you thinking of J-Lo?
Sydney - No.
Roxi - Nicki Minaj?
Sydney - No.
Roxi - Sinéad O'Connor?
Sydney - What? No!
Roxi - Sorry. Drawing a blank.
Sydney - Whatever.
I hate the silence. I wanted to ignore it, but there it was. I wanted no opportunity for silence. I have to break it. [/color]
Roxi - Ugh. Come on Urkel.
Sydney - I'm pretty sure he wouldn't think your tweet is funny.
Roxi - It is too funny.
Sydney - He's been trying to escape that role for years.
Roxi - He shouldn't have been so good at it.
Sydney - That's not the p- ... Never mind. You just want to make life harder.
[ There more silence as Roxi looks more and more uneasy. She fidget in her chair, squirming around. She looks at her phone, still trying to keep up the charade. ]
Roxi - Ha-ha.
Sydney - What?
Roxi - I just looked up the #1 song the day you were born.
Sydney - Oh, what is it?
Roxi - "Nothing Compares To You by Sinead OConnor
Sydney - I couldn't have had a cool song.
Roxi - Hey, there's nothing wrong with Her.
Sydney - Well, what did you get?
Roxi - Hang on...
Sydney - Are you checking Twitter again?
Roxi - I want my damn re-tweet.
Sydney - Did you find the song yet?
Roxi - Ah, "Tell her about it" by Billy Joel.
Sydney - Nothing wrong with Billy Joel.
Roxi - No. Not at all.
Sydney - Better than Winger. That's for sure.
Roxi - Are you still on that?
Sydney - It was stupid.
Roxi - Let it go.
Sydney - Right.
[She looks down at her phone again.]
Roxi - Ugh.
Sydney - Are you still on the Twitter thing? Rox, I hate to say this, you are reaching FemFox levels on annoyance.
Roxi - ...I know where you sleep.
[After a brief silence, with Sydney trying to find the strength to say something. Finally, she just blurts it out. ]
Sydney - So, I’ve been meaning to ask about this morning.
[ Roxi’s heart sinks. ]
Roxi - What do you mean?
Sydney - So…you’re unaware?
Roxi - Unaware of what?
Sydney - You were talking in your sleep.
Oh, talking…yeah... [/color]
Roxi - Oh…really?
Sydney - And by talking…I of course mean moaning…
Roxi - Oh…
Sydney - And by moaning, I mean I’m pretty sure you had a freaking orgasm! What the hell happened to you last night?
Roxi - I…did not. Nothing happened.
Sydney - Are you sure? Sounded pretty real to me.
Roxi - I…
Sydney - Hey, we all have dreams like that.
Think quickly dammit.
Roxi - I saw you when you came in, so…I was just goofing around.
[Sydney looks at her with a non-believing look]
Sydney - Really?
Roxi - Of course, watch.
[Roxi starts…pretending, I guess.]
Roxi - Oh my god.
Sydney - I think you're overdoing it.
Roxi - Oh my god.
Sydney - Roxi?
Roxi - Oh my god.
Sydney - Wait are you really…
[She stops suddenly, looking at Sydney.]
Roxi - huh?
Sydney - Roxi?
Roxi - What?
Sydney - Are you really doing that?
Roxi - I got my retweet. See?
Sydney - I think we're done here.
Hopefully that’s enough to keep her satisfied for now...
You know what’s really been bugging me the past week? The MPW website.
There little caption for this week bugs me. Makes me irritated. They ask if You can survive the “test” of Roxi Johnson, Tristan. That bugs me. As if I’ve been chosen to test you. I’m not here to test you Tristan.
I’m here to beat you.
I could care less that it’s your singles match debut, I’m out to win every time. But now it seems like I’m being treated as the door mat since I lost two matches in a row. Like I’ve lost a step or something. Like I’ve become this has-been that is no longer capable of defeating anyone. This isn’t a test Tristan. I’m not out to see if your any good before I casually lay down for you and let you continue your rise. That’s just not going to happen. I’ve worked at this for a long time, and two losses doesn’t mean I’m done.
It means I come back. Again and again. Over and over. I will come back.
Stronger.
Faster.
Better.
That’s my mission, to be the best. And that means I have to beat the best, or at least someone pretending to be the best.
Let’s call this what it is, Tristan.
It’s not a test.
It’s not to see if I still have it.
It’s not your audition for MPW’s bright lights. It’s none of that. It’s a feast. It’s you, being thrown to the lions. It’s you being served to ME. For this night, no one will witness the rise of THE Tristan Slater; they will witness me taking out all my frustrations on you. You are my main course. You are going to be my victim. But I want you to remember something Tristan. Something you’re going to want to pay attention to:
After I beat you, Your career isn’t over. You can walk right back out the next week and claim to the best in the world, and all that jazz, and you can stick your chest out, and crow as loud as you want to. I know you will anyway, so sayeth the handbook. But I digress, but this loss changes nothing for you. It just means you lost to me. It means on that day, you picked a fight with the wrong person. It means on that day you got slapped back to reality.
But for me, this means I’m still the force that I always was. This match is to remove all doubt that losing my TV title and to Drake doesn’t mean the end of the world. I already knew that, but this is a reminder to MPW in general.
I am for real, and I’m not going away.
If you think for one second that I'm just going to be a pushover, you are DEAD wrong. I'm am not about to just some opponent that makes Tristan Slater look good. He's not about to make a name for himself at my expense. I am about to unleash a lot of anger and frustration at his expense, and erase any lingering thoughts that I am anyone's tackling dummy. No one, man, woman, or anything else is simply going to walk all over me and make an example out of me.
I've set the example so far on how to be in this company, I've never tried to make an example out of people, but because I have been placed in this situation, I will.
This is not a good time to get on my bad side. Don't believe me?
Just ask THE Tristan Slater after the match.
See you soon, Tristan.
