Post by Roxi Johnson on Feb 7, 2013 9:01:21 GMT -5
My arm and shoulder were shot for a couple of days last week. I could barely move it, and I was in a lot of pain. Luckily this healing gene kicked in and I was able to recover, and now I’m at 100%. But that still doesn’t take away the pain that Tristan Slater dished out. I’m still feeling it. But it seems that the pain from a wrestling match is the least of my worries.
On one hand, I am stuck between the proverbial rock and a hard place, and in more ways than one. The situation with Clint is now dire. I have no idea what he wants, and at any point he can ask for whatever it is he wants. I’m stuck with the fact that I agreed to help him, and the fact that he more than likely spared me last week. No one believes that Clint is alive, must less only attacking me. He knows what he’s doing. He knows that he could just kill me whenever he wants to. I know it’s why he gave me time last week. He’s toying with me, and he wants to make me suffer.
And for the first time in a long time…I don’t know what to do.
I don’t know how to engage someone who is, for all intent and purposes, dead. How do I combat that? I’m unsure of myself, and my abilities, and my willpower.
In short, I’m scared.
Yes, I am afraid for my life. Now I know how people feel in horror movies when they know something others don’t. I feel alone, isolated, trapped. But the most terrifying part of it all, is that, he can do it at any time. I can’t sleep comfortably anymore with this going on and knowing that any moment, I’ll be right back in hell. Something has to be done, but I don’t know what. What can I do?
I feel so…powerless.
I know this is coming, and I know that when it does…I most likely will die. I’m beginning to come to terms with what Clint says. I tried to save Clint, I really did. I wanted to go back for him, rush through that raging inferno to find him, but I couldn’t. I really wanted to find Clint. Even after he did what you did. I cried at the burial, I cried for the 21 gun salute. It crushed my world when he was gone. Disgraced or not, he was a good man. And it was hard for me to come to terms with everything.
He was a friend. A partner. An ally. A…Lover.
But I couldn’t grieve forever could I? I had to move on at some point in my life. As much as I cared for Clint, and I wanted him back, I couldn’t change it. I had to move on. I had to find a way to silence the screams. A way to block out the pain. And dammit, I did. I got on with my life, Clint knew as well as I did that the life we lead doesn’t stop when one man goes down. The bad guys of this world don’t take time outs, so we can’t either. He knew it. Now, I’m being punished for it? Didn’t I suffer enough when he was taken away?
Part of me thinks I deserve this. Part of me thinks I should stand and fight. But mostly, I just want understand why. Why does he think I did this to him? why does he want me dead? Maybe I’ll get some answers, maybe I won’t. But…there’s not going to be any avoiding it soon enough.
And that’s just a part of my problem.
My other problem is a three-headed monster this week.
It may seem like a tag match to some, But I’m already aware of what’s coming. Drake and Chris are one thing, but my partner is a completely different story. I can deal with the Age of Arrogance, of whatever their little group is called. I do find it funny that really only one of them is successful, but yet all them claim success. But the truth is, I’m going to need my partner to not be a complete flake on me this week. And after what the world witnessed, I’m not sure I can even depend on that much.
It’s incredibly disconcerting that Bliss can’t seem to focus properly and in spending quite a bit of time with our opponents. I really have no problem with what she does on her own time, her war with the AOA and Drake Hunter in particular is one that I find entertaining, but the fact of the matter is, she’s my partner, and whenever she gets within five feet on him she starts acting like a school girl with a crush. She says she needs me to help her, but then refuses the help of anyone to deal with her bigger problem.
It’s frustrating to say the least.
Bliss, I get it. You are strong, independent, and have a strong will, but none of that’s going to make a difference if you serve as an enemy to me, or you are of no help at all. I need to know I can at least depend on you to handle business on TNT. I need to know you can control yourself for the amount of time it will take to get the job done against the AOA. You wanted my help, and I’m here, but how successful we are depends on you having your head in the game long enough. I am well aware of the fact that being who you are, you will just as easily shake my hand as stab me in the back. I’ve had partners in the past, I know the deal. And when this match is over, you’re just as likely to try to hit me with that Sin City title, as opposed to share in a congratulatory hug.
And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t envision myself becoming the Sin City champion at some point. Maybe you’ll be the champion, maybe not. But our competitive fire and professional rivalry will have to take a back seat and focus on teamwork…or rather, staying out of each other’s way in order to accomplish the goal.
But, if you will not stand with me, then you are against me. I just need to know where you stand Bliss. Then the rest, is easy.
Chris Cable and Drake Hunter do not scare me. They are not intimidating in the slightest. I know that I can beat Drake, that one time, he was better, but in the future, Drake Hunter is going to get his ass kicked by me. He needs to understand that there’s someone who doesn’t listen to his ridiculous philosophy nonsense that isn’t even worth talking about. I know the kind of person Drake Hunter is, and what he’s about. He’s a manipulator, a schemer. A man with a messiah complex. He says it in his name. “Technical Messiah” because he wants to believe he’s as good as he says he is. A man who needs to be in charge, or, at the very least, seem like he’s in charge, and of course, with people like Chris ready to cater to his every whim, of course he’s got that down. If you ask Drake right now, of course he would tell you it feels good. Because it caters to what Drake Hunter is really all about:
Control.
I said it already, I know the kind of person Drake is. Because I’ve dealt with them before. The reason he’s inside Bliss’s head, is because she allowed it. Whatever her reasons are. And now, he feels he has control of her. Whether or not he is, is another story, but I get it Drake. I understand how you work. That feeling of power you’ve gotten from winning the Army of One Rumble must have been quite the rush. And slowly, ever since then, it’s fading on you Drake, isn’t it? It’s why you started this thing with Bliss in the first place. Because like a junkie, you needed a fix. Being who I am, I have to take action. If it means that I destroy the AOA starting with you, then so be it. If it means Bliss has to go down along the way, then so be it. It doesn’t matter really, because you know as well as I do, Drake
You’re not going to win the world championship.
You feel like you need to, you feel like you have to, but in the end, you’ll fail. That’s another thing about you Drake, afraid of failing, so much so, that you’ve set yourself up to do just that. You’ve got Chris and Andre, and you know they’re not really on par with you. Because you want to do it yourself. But you know, deep down, you can’t. You know that the AOA is going to fail, and that feeling of control is slipping. Everything is going to crumble around you, and then, you’ll be left with nothing.
And the best part? It starts on TNT.
You can laugh this off if you want, that’s fine, people have been doing it for a long time. It doesn’t bother me. It just makes it all the more satisfying when it comes to pass.
People like you need to be stopped Drake. I will take a stand against the AOA if no one else will. I will take you down even if it means I go with you. You may get me once, you may get me twice. Heck, you may get me 100 times, but I'm not going away, as I told Tristan. I will stop you, one way or another, even if it means I go down with you, I will stop you. Call it a hero complex if you must, but something about you and the world championship do not mix. If Ash doesn't do it, I will. If Bliss won't, I will. If you're flunkies get in the way, I will take them down too...
Speaking of which... I guess that brings me to you, Chris. I’ve been at this for a long time Chris, I’ve seen wrestlers come and go, but you, by, far have to be the one most worthy of pity. You could actually accomplish a lot in your quest for “wrestling” if you weren’t simply riding coattails and stood on your own two feet. Oh, you have a shiny tag team title? Wonderful Chris, color me shocked. Shocked that Andre Dixon needed any help to beat two people who couldn’t get along for like 6 weeks. I guess somebody had to hold the other belt, didn’t they? I’m sure you’re proud of that, and you should be. It’s going to be the closest thing you have to success here.
Oh, don’t tell you, you’ve won countless matches, right? You’ve knocked people out with that elbow of yours right? That’s great. You know Dan Marino went to the Super Bowl a couple of times too. You know what that means? Nothing. There have been plenty of “also-rans” in wrestling’s history, plenty of men and women who have just…been there. That’s you, right now Chris. A man who could have been something, but wanted the easy road, wanted the success without putting in the work. Here you stand, Drake Hunter’s lackey, waiting on hand and foot for a guy who isn’t going to do the same for you. There is no “WE” in the AOA, Chris. I’m sure you’re aware of that. Aren’t you? I guess not, since you seem to be for the team, and Drake doesn’t appear to be. Sure, he says the AOA’s name quite a bit, but does he really mean you? Does he mean Andre? Are all of you going to win that world title?
The simple answer is no. You are not.
If Drake gets a hold of that belt, do you think you’re getting a sniff at it? Do you think you’ll be doing anything but trying to keep people like Ash, Trey, Myself and everyone else off his back? Notice how he refers to MPW as Millennium “Punk” Wrestling? Not “Age of Arrogance Wrestling” Do you know why that is, Chris? Because Drake will use you until you are no longer useful, then poof, you’ll be at the bottom with all the others. Sure Chris, Drake’s sure telling you all these wonderful things that will happen, like you’re an equal. But you’re not. I know it, Bliss knows it, Drake knows it. Even you, you know it. It’s why you join him in the first place.
But it’s not too late Chris, you can leave that sinking Drake Hunter ship, and save yourself the embarrassment of being a lackey for a man who couldn’t get the job done after all his hard work.
But somehow, I doubt you will. But that’s okay, Bliss and myself can simply show you how wrong you are on TNT.
Then maybe, you’ll take your testicles out of Drake’s purse and man up.
[ The same setting, outside Bliss’s home. She rides her bike up to the porch, and gets off. She pushes the bike behind the fence and stares at it for a moment, before kicking it. ]
Bliss - Fuck!
[ She kicks it again, before composing herself and walking back towards the porch with a scowl on her face. She stomps up the porch steps, before stopping dead in her tracks. Roxi leans against her door, clad in a green lantern t-shirt and an unzipped black hoodie.]
Roxi - Late night?
Bliss - What are you doing here?
Roxi - My job.
Bliss - Oh my god. Go play hero somewhere else.
Roxi - I get it. You don’t like me, and to be honest, you’re not my favorite person in the world…
Bliss - Spare me, what do you want?
Roxi - I wanted to make sure my “partner” is going to be there on Thursday.
Bliss - I’m fine.
Roxi - Are you? Your pants are still unzipped.
Bliss - Shut up! I don’t need this right now.
[ Bliss angrily zips her pants, angry and embarrassed. ]
Roxi - I think you do.
Bliss - I don’t care what you think.
Roxi - I said the same thing to myself when I watched you walk into that condo.
Bliss - You were spying on me?!
Roxi - Not spying, keeping an eye out.
Bliss - I don’t need a babysitter.
Roxi - Look, I’m not here to baby sit you, Normally, what you want to do with Drake or anybody else isn’t my concern, but now, this week, it is.
Bliss - So, you want to save me too, right?
Roxi - I was unaware you needed saving.
Bliss - I DON’T!
[Bliss shouts in Roxi’s face, obviously angry, frustrated, and a whole mix of emotions. Roxi smiles at her.]
Roxi - Good, then you’ll be ready on Thursday, right?
Bliss - Yeah. Now will you please get out of the way, and let me go home? Isn’t there a cat in a tree somewhere? Or a Robber that needs to be stopped?
Roxi - I’m sure there is. But sadly, I have to worry about whether a person I have to “trust” as a tag partner is going to have a raging hormone attack in the ring and start making out with our opponents.
[ Bliss takes an angry step towards Roxi, totally in her…bubble. ]
Bliss - Watch your mouth. I don’t need a hero, or to be saved. I need nothing from you. I know what you’re trying to do. Get inside my head like Drake is. IT WON’T WORK! You understand that. How do I know you’re not trying to lure me into a false sense of security to try to take my Sin City title?
Roxi - Because, we can settle our business later. You asked for my help, and I’m going to fight, where it’s against you, or along side you, is up to you. But I don’t have the time to deal with school-girl crushes. I didn’t choose to make this difficult.
Bliss - You act like I did.
Roxi - You did, and you still do.
[ Bliss stares at Roxi in a moment of silence, then breaks it. ]
Bliss - Can…can you just leave, already?
Roxi - Fine. I think there’s a kitten in a tree.
Bliss - Funny.
[ Bliss takes a step back and Roxi walks past her, and down the porch stairs. ]
Bliss - Tell me something, superhero?
Roxi - What?
Bliss - How do you deal with it? There must be some assholes in your life. What if they need saving? What if they hate you?
[ Roxi smiles at Bliss. ]
Roxi - I don’t get a choice of who to save, I do my job. Everyone deserves a second chance. Even you.
Bliss - What’s that -
Roxi - Syd!
[ Sydney pulls up on her motorcycle. She stops in front of the house, and Roxi gets on behind her. ]
Sydney - Everything okay?
Roxi - Sure.
Sydney - We gotta go, 211 in progress at The after hours club.
Roxi - Right.
[ Roxi stares at Bliss as Bliss stands in her doorway. Roxi puts her helmet on ]
Roxi - See you Thursday.
Sydney - Yeah. Bye Roxi’s friend!
[ Sydney revs the engine and prepares to pull off Roxi pokes her after she’s done speaking. ]
Sydney - What?
Roxi - We’re not friends, Sydney.
Sydney - Okay, enemies then?
Roxi - I don’t think so, either.
Sydney - So…what is she?
[ Bliss enters her house and shut the door. ]
Roxi - A Partner.
Sydney - Lame. Let’s go blow stuff up!
[ Sydney speeds off ]
Later, after a successful night, Roxi stares out her window, as Sydney stares at her laptop. ]
Sydney - Suck it, Vision.
Roxi - What are you doing?
Sydney - Suck it, Vision.
Roxi - Hey!
Sydney - What’s up?
Roxi - I asked what you were doing.
Sydney - Kicking Visions butt at Songpop.
Roxi - Yeah, he’s not very good at it.
Sydney - What’s up with you, why the long face, lately?
Roxi - It’s nothing.
Sydney - So…it’s been nothing that had you moaning in your sleep? Nothing has you losing focus when we’re out fighting the bad guys?
Roxi - It’s nothing.
Sydney - Nothing has you staring out at nothing, instead of joining me for a lot of zombie murder.
Roxi - ….
Sydney - You gonna tell me?
Roxi - *sigh* I think I might be about to die.
Sydney - Oh, man, is it…is it Aids?
Roxi - No, I don’t think so. Can’t be sure…wait, no. It’s not aids.
Sydney - But you’re not sure.
Roxi - I was referring to something else.
Sydney - Oh, but, if it is Aids, can I have your Wii-U?
Roxi - Yes.
Sydney - Sweet. So, anyway, what’s killing you?
Roxi - I….What if I told you that a man I once knew died, came back to life and invaded my dreams and is trying to kill me?
[ Sydney shrugs ]
Sydney - Seems legit.
Roxi - You believe that?
Sydney - Roxi, we just fought a 20 foot mechanical monster that shot spears at us.
Roxi - Good point.
[ Sydney’s eyes light up. ]
Sydney - Wait, is that why you…oh!
Roxi - Yeah.
Sydney - Then…maybe he gave you ghost aids.
Roxi - I’m positive he didn’t give me ghost aids.
Sydney - You say that now. Next thing you know you’re pale…er…
Roxi - Can you just call Vision, and tell him I need to speak with Dr. Lord.
Sydney - No problem.
[ Sydney sends the alert and Vision soon appears on the screen. ]
Roxi - Vision.
Vision - You know Sydney, you can stop challenging me to Video Game themes any time now.
Sydney - Suck it.
Roxi - Could we?
Vision - Sorry Rox, what’s up?
Sydney - Roxi has ghost aids.
Vision - Excuse me?
Roxi - Shut it, Sydney. Look Vision, remember what I told about Clint?
Vision - This again?
Roxi - It’s happening again. I need to see Dr. Lord, and he need to probe me.
Sydney - *snicker*
Roxi - Shut up, Sydney.
Vision - …This is highly irregular.
Roxi - Just…please…for me?
Vision - Yeah, sure. I’ll see what I can do.
Roxi - Vision, I’m not going to lie, the next time I go to sleep, I might die.
Vision - Okay, I get the picture. I’ll call Dr. Lord.
[ Vision signs off. ]
Roxi - *sigh*
Sydney - Hey, don’t worry. We’ll get through this.
Roxi - You think so?
Sydney - Well, he’s not after me, so that’s probably true for me.
Roxi - Thanks for the vote of confidence.
Sydney - Any time.
Roxi - I…I just don’t know what to do.
Sydney - Well, I can watch you until you see Doctor Lord.
Roxi - Thanks.
Sydney - I’ll just wake you up, if it looks bad.
Roxi - Are you sure?
Sydney - Sure. Give me something to do besides kill you at Mario Kart.
Roxi - ….You and me, right now. Prepare to eat my dust.
[ Fade out. ]
[As an added bonus: Here's Dokken: ]
On one hand, I am stuck between the proverbial rock and a hard place, and in more ways than one. The situation with Clint is now dire. I have no idea what he wants, and at any point he can ask for whatever it is he wants. I’m stuck with the fact that I agreed to help him, and the fact that he more than likely spared me last week. No one believes that Clint is alive, must less only attacking me. He knows what he’s doing. He knows that he could just kill me whenever he wants to. I know it’s why he gave me time last week. He’s toying with me, and he wants to make me suffer.
And for the first time in a long time…I don’t know what to do.
I don’t know how to engage someone who is, for all intent and purposes, dead. How do I combat that? I’m unsure of myself, and my abilities, and my willpower.
In short, I’m scared.
Yes, I am afraid for my life. Now I know how people feel in horror movies when they know something others don’t. I feel alone, isolated, trapped. But the most terrifying part of it all, is that, he can do it at any time. I can’t sleep comfortably anymore with this going on and knowing that any moment, I’ll be right back in hell. Something has to be done, but I don’t know what. What can I do?
I feel so…powerless.
I know this is coming, and I know that when it does…I most likely will die. I’m beginning to come to terms with what Clint says. I tried to save Clint, I really did. I wanted to go back for him, rush through that raging inferno to find him, but I couldn’t. I really wanted to find Clint. Even after he did what you did. I cried at the burial, I cried for the 21 gun salute. It crushed my world when he was gone. Disgraced or not, he was a good man. And it was hard for me to come to terms with everything.
He was a friend. A partner. An ally. A…Lover.
But I couldn’t grieve forever could I? I had to move on at some point in my life. As much as I cared for Clint, and I wanted him back, I couldn’t change it. I had to move on. I had to find a way to silence the screams. A way to block out the pain. And dammit, I did. I got on with my life, Clint knew as well as I did that the life we lead doesn’t stop when one man goes down. The bad guys of this world don’t take time outs, so we can’t either. He knew it. Now, I’m being punished for it? Didn’t I suffer enough when he was taken away?
Part of me thinks I deserve this. Part of me thinks I should stand and fight. But mostly, I just want understand why. Why does he think I did this to him? why does he want me dead? Maybe I’ll get some answers, maybe I won’t. But…there’s not going to be any avoiding it soon enough.
And that’s just a part of my problem.
My other problem is a three-headed monster this week.
It may seem like a tag match to some, But I’m already aware of what’s coming. Drake and Chris are one thing, but my partner is a completely different story. I can deal with the Age of Arrogance, of whatever their little group is called. I do find it funny that really only one of them is successful, but yet all them claim success. But the truth is, I’m going to need my partner to not be a complete flake on me this week. And after what the world witnessed, I’m not sure I can even depend on that much.
It’s incredibly disconcerting that Bliss can’t seem to focus properly and in spending quite a bit of time with our opponents. I really have no problem with what she does on her own time, her war with the AOA and Drake Hunter in particular is one that I find entertaining, but the fact of the matter is, she’s my partner, and whenever she gets within five feet on him she starts acting like a school girl with a crush. She says she needs me to help her, but then refuses the help of anyone to deal with her bigger problem.
It’s frustrating to say the least.
Bliss, I get it. You are strong, independent, and have a strong will, but none of that’s going to make a difference if you serve as an enemy to me, or you are of no help at all. I need to know I can at least depend on you to handle business on TNT. I need to know you can control yourself for the amount of time it will take to get the job done against the AOA. You wanted my help, and I’m here, but how successful we are depends on you having your head in the game long enough. I am well aware of the fact that being who you are, you will just as easily shake my hand as stab me in the back. I’ve had partners in the past, I know the deal. And when this match is over, you’re just as likely to try to hit me with that Sin City title, as opposed to share in a congratulatory hug.
And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t envision myself becoming the Sin City champion at some point. Maybe you’ll be the champion, maybe not. But our competitive fire and professional rivalry will have to take a back seat and focus on teamwork…or rather, staying out of each other’s way in order to accomplish the goal.
But, if you will not stand with me, then you are against me. I just need to know where you stand Bliss. Then the rest, is easy.
Chris Cable and Drake Hunter do not scare me. They are not intimidating in the slightest. I know that I can beat Drake, that one time, he was better, but in the future, Drake Hunter is going to get his ass kicked by me. He needs to understand that there’s someone who doesn’t listen to his ridiculous philosophy nonsense that isn’t even worth talking about. I know the kind of person Drake Hunter is, and what he’s about. He’s a manipulator, a schemer. A man with a messiah complex. He says it in his name. “Technical Messiah” because he wants to believe he’s as good as he says he is. A man who needs to be in charge, or, at the very least, seem like he’s in charge, and of course, with people like Chris ready to cater to his every whim, of course he’s got that down. If you ask Drake right now, of course he would tell you it feels good. Because it caters to what Drake Hunter is really all about:
Control.
I said it already, I know the kind of person Drake is. Because I’ve dealt with them before. The reason he’s inside Bliss’s head, is because she allowed it. Whatever her reasons are. And now, he feels he has control of her. Whether or not he is, is another story, but I get it Drake. I understand how you work. That feeling of power you’ve gotten from winning the Army of One Rumble must have been quite the rush. And slowly, ever since then, it’s fading on you Drake, isn’t it? It’s why you started this thing with Bliss in the first place. Because like a junkie, you needed a fix. Being who I am, I have to take action. If it means that I destroy the AOA starting with you, then so be it. If it means Bliss has to go down along the way, then so be it. It doesn’t matter really, because you know as well as I do, Drake
You’re not going to win the world championship.
You feel like you need to, you feel like you have to, but in the end, you’ll fail. That’s another thing about you Drake, afraid of failing, so much so, that you’ve set yourself up to do just that. You’ve got Chris and Andre, and you know they’re not really on par with you. Because you want to do it yourself. But you know, deep down, you can’t. You know that the AOA is going to fail, and that feeling of control is slipping. Everything is going to crumble around you, and then, you’ll be left with nothing.
And the best part? It starts on TNT.
You can laugh this off if you want, that’s fine, people have been doing it for a long time. It doesn’t bother me. It just makes it all the more satisfying when it comes to pass.
People like you need to be stopped Drake. I will take a stand against the AOA if no one else will. I will take you down even if it means I go with you. You may get me once, you may get me twice. Heck, you may get me 100 times, but I'm not going away, as I told Tristan. I will stop you, one way or another, even if it means I go down with you, I will stop you. Call it a hero complex if you must, but something about you and the world championship do not mix. If Ash doesn't do it, I will. If Bliss won't, I will. If you're flunkies get in the way, I will take them down too...
Speaking of which... I guess that brings me to you, Chris. I’ve been at this for a long time Chris, I’ve seen wrestlers come and go, but you, by, far have to be the one most worthy of pity. You could actually accomplish a lot in your quest for “wrestling” if you weren’t simply riding coattails and stood on your own two feet. Oh, you have a shiny tag team title? Wonderful Chris, color me shocked. Shocked that Andre Dixon needed any help to beat two people who couldn’t get along for like 6 weeks. I guess somebody had to hold the other belt, didn’t they? I’m sure you’re proud of that, and you should be. It’s going to be the closest thing you have to success here.
Oh, don’t tell you, you’ve won countless matches, right? You’ve knocked people out with that elbow of yours right? That’s great. You know Dan Marino went to the Super Bowl a couple of times too. You know what that means? Nothing. There have been plenty of “also-rans” in wrestling’s history, plenty of men and women who have just…been there. That’s you, right now Chris. A man who could have been something, but wanted the easy road, wanted the success without putting in the work. Here you stand, Drake Hunter’s lackey, waiting on hand and foot for a guy who isn’t going to do the same for you. There is no “WE” in the AOA, Chris. I’m sure you’re aware of that. Aren’t you? I guess not, since you seem to be for the team, and Drake doesn’t appear to be. Sure, he says the AOA’s name quite a bit, but does he really mean you? Does he mean Andre? Are all of you going to win that world title?
The simple answer is no. You are not.
If Drake gets a hold of that belt, do you think you’re getting a sniff at it? Do you think you’ll be doing anything but trying to keep people like Ash, Trey, Myself and everyone else off his back? Notice how he refers to MPW as Millennium “Punk” Wrestling? Not “Age of Arrogance Wrestling” Do you know why that is, Chris? Because Drake will use you until you are no longer useful, then poof, you’ll be at the bottom with all the others. Sure Chris, Drake’s sure telling you all these wonderful things that will happen, like you’re an equal. But you’re not. I know it, Bliss knows it, Drake knows it. Even you, you know it. It’s why you join him in the first place.
But it’s not too late Chris, you can leave that sinking Drake Hunter ship, and save yourself the embarrassment of being a lackey for a man who couldn’t get the job done after all his hard work.
But somehow, I doubt you will. But that’s okay, Bliss and myself can simply show you how wrong you are on TNT.
Then maybe, you’ll take your testicles out of Drake’s purse and man up.
[ The same setting, outside Bliss’s home. She rides her bike up to the porch, and gets off. She pushes the bike behind the fence and stares at it for a moment, before kicking it. ]
Bliss - Fuck!
[ She kicks it again, before composing herself and walking back towards the porch with a scowl on her face. She stomps up the porch steps, before stopping dead in her tracks. Roxi leans against her door, clad in a green lantern t-shirt and an unzipped black hoodie.]
Roxi - Late night?
Bliss - What are you doing here?
Roxi - My job.
Bliss - Oh my god. Go play hero somewhere else.
Roxi - I get it. You don’t like me, and to be honest, you’re not my favorite person in the world…
Bliss - Spare me, what do you want?
Roxi - I wanted to make sure my “partner” is going to be there on Thursday.
Bliss - I’m fine.
Roxi - Are you? Your pants are still unzipped.
Bliss - Shut up! I don’t need this right now.
[ Bliss angrily zips her pants, angry and embarrassed. ]
Roxi - I think you do.
Bliss - I don’t care what you think.
Roxi - I said the same thing to myself when I watched you walk into that condo.
Bliss - You were spying on me?!
Roxi - Not spying, keeping an eye out.
Bliss - I don’t need a babysitter.
Roxi - Look, I’m not here to baby sit you, Normally, what you want to do with Drake or anybody else isn’t my concern, but now, this week, it is.
Bliss - So, you want to save me too, right?
Roxi - I was unaware you needed saving.
Bliss - I DON’T!
[Bliss shouts in Roxi’s face, obviously angry, frustrated, and a whole mix of emotions. Roxi smiles at her.]
Roxi - Good, then you’ll be ready on Thursday, right?
Bliss - Yeah. Now will you please get out of the way, and let me go home? Isn’t there a cat in a tree somewhere? Or a Robber that needs to be stopped?
Roxi - I’m sure there is. But sadly, I have to worry about whether a person I have to “trust” as a tag partner is going to have a raging hormone attack in the ring and start making out with our opponents.
[ Bliss takes an angry step towards Roxi, totally in her…bubble. ]
Bliss - Watch your mouth. I don’t need a hero, or to be saved. I need nothing from you. I know what you’re trying to do. Get inside my head like Drake is. IT WON’T WORK! You understand that. How do I know you’re not trying to lure me into a false sense of security to try to take my Sin City title?
Roxi - Because, we can settle our business later. You asked for my help, and I’m going to fight, where it’s against you, or along side you, is up to you. But I don’t have the time to deal with school-girl crushes. I didn’t choose to make this difficult.
Bliss - You act like I did.
Roxi - You did, and you still do.
[ Bliss stares at Roxi in a moment of silence, then breaks it. ]
Bliss - Can…can you just leave, already?
Roxi - Fine. I think there’s a kitten in a tree.
Bliss - Funny.
[ Bliss takes a step back and Roxi walks past her, and down the porch stairs. ]
Bliss - Tell me something, superhero?
Roxi - What?
Bliss - How do you deal with it? There must be some assholes in your life. What if they need saving? What if they hate you?
[ Roxi smiles at Bliss. ]
Roxi - I don’t get a choice of who to save, I do my job. Everyone deserves a second chance. Even you.
Bliss - What’s that -
Roxi - Syd!
[ Sydney pulls up on her motorcycle. She stops in front of the house, and Roxi gets on behind her. ]
Sydney - Everything okay?
Roxi - Sure.
Sydney - We gotta go, 211 in progress at The after hours club.
Roxi - Right.
[ Roxi stares at Bliss as Bliss stands in her doorway. Roxi puts her helmet on ]
Roxi - See you Thursday.
Sydney - Yeah. Bye Roxi’s friend!
[ Sydney revs the engine and prepares to pull off Roxi pokes her after she’s done speaking. ]
Sydney - What?
Roxi - We’re not friends, Sydney.
Sydney - Okay, enemies then?
Roxi - I don’t think so, either.
Sydney - So…what is she?
[ Bliss enters her house and shut the door. ]
Roxi - A Partner.
Sydney - Lame. Let’s go blow stuff up!
[ Sydney speeds off ]
Later, after a successful night, Roxi stares out her window, as Sydney stares at her laptop. ]
Sydney - Suck it, Vision.
Roxi - What are you doing?
Sydney - Suck it, Vision.
Roxi - Hey!
Sydney - What’s up?
Roxi - I asked what you were doing.
Sydney - Kicking Visions butt at Songpop.
Roxi - Yeah, he’s not very good at it.
Sydney - What’s up with you, why the long face, lately?
Roxi - It’s nothing.
Sydney - So…it’s been nothing that had you moaning in your sleep? Nothing has you losing focus when we’re out fighting the bad guys?
Roxi - It’s nothing.
Sydney - Nothing has you staring out at nothing, instead of joining me for a lot of zombie murder.
Roxi - ….
Sydney - You gonna tell me?
Roxi - *sigh* I think I might be about to die.
Sydney - Oh, man, is it…is it Aids?
Roxi - No, I don’t think so. Can’t be sure…wait, no. It’s not aids.
Sydney - But you’re not sure.
Roxi - I was referring to something else.
Sydney - Oh, but, if it is Aids, can I have your Wii-U?
Roxi - Yes.
Sydney - Sweet. So, anyway, what’s killing you?
Roxi - I….What if I told you that a man I once knew died, came back to life and invaded my dreams and is trying to kill me?
[ Sydney shrugs ]
Sydney - Seems legit.
Roxi - You believe that?
Sydney - Roxi, we just fought a 20 foot mechanical monster that shot spears at us.
Roxi - Good point.
[ Sydney’s eyes light up. ]
Sydney - Wait, is that why you…oh!
Roxi - Yeah.
Sydney - Then…maybe he gave you ghost aids.
Roxi - I’m positive he didn’t give me ghost aids.
Sydney - You say that now. Next thing you know you’re pale…er…
Roxi - Can you just call Vision, and tell him I need to speak with Dr. Lord.
Sydney - No problem.
[ Sydney sends the alert and Vision soon appears on the screen. ]
Roxi - Vision.
Vision - You know Sydney, you can stop challenging me to Video Game themes any time now.
Sydney - Suck it.
Roxi - Could we?
Vision - Sorry Rox, what’s up?
Sydney - Roxi has ghost aids.
Vision - Excuse me?
Roxi - Shut it, Sydney. Look Vision, remember what I told about Clint?
Vision - This again?
Roxi - It’s happening again. I need to see Dr. Lord, and he need to probe me.
Sydney - *snicker*
Roxi - Shut up, Sydney.
Vision - …This is highly irregular.
Roxi - Just…please…for me?
Vision - Yeah, sure. I’ll see what I can do.
Roxi - Vision, I’m not going to lie, the next time I go to sleep, I might die.
Vision - Okay, I get the picture. I’ll call Dr. Lord.
[ Vision signs off. ]
Roxi - *sigh*
Sydney - Hey, don’t worry. We’ll get through this.
Roxi - You think so?
Sydney - Well, he’s not after me, so that’s probably true for me.
Roxi - Thanks for the vote of confidence.
Sydney - Any time.
Roxi - I…I just don’t know what to do.
Sydney - Well, I can watch you until you see Doctor Lord.
Roxi - Thanks.
Sydney - I’ll just wake you up, if it looks bad.
Roxi - Are you sure?
Sydney - Sure. Give me something to do besides kill you at Mario Kart.
Roxi - ….You and me, right now. Prepare to eat my dust.
[ Fade out. ]
[As an added bonus: Here's Dokken: ]
