Post by Roxi Johnson on Mar 5, 2013 18:58:15 GMT -5
*Clap*. *Clap*. *Clap*.
Hear that?
That is the sound of me applauding you.
I know you're not used to hearing anything like that anymore. I just wanted you to hear it one last time before I take it away from you permanently.
Anyway, Hello again Kahlan.
Nice to see you again. Good to know you haven't forgotten about me already.
So how are you on this fine day. I hope your well. I hope you know you had me worried sick about you. I didn't think you were going to REALLY show up.
But then I remembered that you like to make an entrance. I think it's called "fashionably late."
But you came through. So much so, that I have to do this:
"Ow".
That was quite the counter punch.
It's good to see you have a pulse.
Think of all that by yourself did you?
Wrapped up everything in a neat little package didn't you? Went on about me picking out everything you were told about me and trying to erase any point or argument I made.
And you used your big girl voice!
I'm shaking right now Bliss, absolutely quaking in my boots. You have countered my every point, stopped me right in my tracks. You handled everything you needed to, I was wondering if you were, and you came through, big time. Now I should be scared. Now I should know I never EVER had any chance whatsoever. Now I have nothing. No argument left. Nothing to fall back on. I am left just filling time wondering how bad I'm going to get destroyed by "The Goddess".
What ever will I do?
I will cheer a little. Fist pump in complete triumph.
I finally got what I WANTED. You. Angry. Ready to explode. Ready to crush me.
It's what I wanted ALL ALONG. Not because it's a weakness, because it's a strength. I want NOTHING held back, Bliss. Not a thing. I don't want any excuses, even though you'll make them regardless. I want to come at me with everything you have. No more hiding from yourself. I have to waiting for this. Of course I want you unleashed. I want you at your best, because there's no other way to do this. I want face you with nothing held back because it seems that you have never really, been truly tested, when you are at your peak. That's what I'm after. Why do you think this is a street fight? No rules, no boundries. No lines to cross. Complete and total freedom. Because that way, you have no reason not to put forth your best effort, which I hope wasn't that garbage you just spewed.
You see, The last ditch effort of a person who knows what it is, is usually extremely powerful. All their effort is concentrated into one goal, one purpose. That's exactly what you just did.
All of that, it leaves me with only one question:
Is that the best you can do?
Come on now Bliss, . Am I supposed to be intimidated? Angry? Amused? Flustered? Impressed even?
I am none of those things.
In fact, I'm disappointed. AGAIN.
You wasted both my time and your talking to Ash Soulfate, you know a person who is NOT your opponent. Perhaps you felt the need to be on TV longer, but the simple fact is, everything you said about him has no bearing on this match. Then, you go all corny on me. "Fear is petrified of me." Come on. You can do better than that. That's supervillian talk there. Next thing you're going to tell me is that you're going to take over the world right?
Then it's Insulting the fans again? That's what you're going with here? The people who pay our salary? Yes, I said it again, because it's the truth. MPW would be in the tank by now if no one came to the show, you silly goose. Yes, they pay our salary. And the straw man arguement about cheering people equating to running a company? You're right, that logic is ridiculous, because it's yours. The fans, wether they cheer, or boo, can make or break any wrestler, regardless of how talented they are. I mean, there's too many to count at this point, but maybe you just don't know how this business actually works. Anyway, they have already made their choice. They just watched you make a fool of yourself, not that it's a surprise or anything, once again, to take small, petty jab at people who you don't care about.
I'm sure those fans are just boiling that you took the time to mention them and tell them they don't matter. I'm sure they're angry that you mentioned people they like and said then said they were no good.
You, Bliss, the Sin City champion, have completely made yourself the equivalent of a 15 year-old arguing Lord of the Rings over Star Wars. X-box over Playstation. Batman over Superman. Just because someone likes something that you don't.
You are a troll.
You must be very proud of yourself.
I'm reminded of an "arguing on the internet" joke right now for some reason. I don't know why though.
You went to all that trouble, to get to me. It doesn't make me angry, It makes me happy. I am thrilled you are so concerned with those who support me. It just re-enforces the fact that you are already on the defensive. I have made you so blind with rage, that you've resorted to trying to use reverse psychology in an effort to look unaffected. are you really trying to play it cool? Trying to hide everything? The smell is unmistakable Bliss. Desperation is a repugnant cologne. There is no hiding it. It's palpable. You might as well as saturated yourself in it if you're reaching this much.
You see, I never denied you were great. I know you go out there and work magic in the ring. I get that. But there is no way in HELL you can say I don't do the same. There is NO ONE who can deny I am not just as talented, nay MORE talented then you. And I know you'll be a smartass and say it next time, but that's okay. It's so easy to deny everything when you live in a fantasy.
Or maybe it's for the reasons you say. I am not the overly violent. I do not have barbie-doll good looks. I do not have a set of boobs I could routinely knock myself out with. I do not sleep with anything that wears a pants. I am not a selfish, egotistical, self-hating person.
In short, I am not Bliss. Nor do I wish to be.
Not that I couldn't be if I wanted to. But I like the people cheering me, I like having self-respect. I like waking up in the morning and not wondering if I made the right choice. I don't have to wonder what kind of person I truly am. You can have all that, I don't want it. I don't need it.
You can cast suspicions all you want Bliss. About me, my private life, and what I live with. But I have nothing to hide. I don't try to. My scars are all out there. It's one of the reasons people cheer me. Because I fight for the greater good.
I wish to be an individual, and not part of the system. I choose to control my own destiny. I chose to do things my own way, and to get the results I want. And that's exactly what I've done. And now, people like you don't like it. I've upset you by even being in this position. I have challenged you because I need to know just how good I am. This is what they are clamoring for.
I continue my journey Thursday to do what the fans all want me to do. Except for one minor detail, and Bliss, I want you to listen to me when I say this.
Unlike them, I don't hate you.
Unlike you, I know the difference between loving or hating a person, and "respecting" them.
And I do respect you.
I just don't like you.
I do not like the idea that you are somehow this golden child that is just untouchable. I do not like the idea that you are somehow superior to everyone here. I do not like the idea of you being perfect in every way. This idea that you're the best.
Because it's not true.
That's why I'm going to defeat you on at Road 2 Glory. You may not think that way, but the simple fact is, you have lost EVERY SINGLE BIT of momentum going into this match. Losing to Kuk, then to Ash and myself. What? Was that you....not trying? Or holding back? I'll tell you what it was Kahlan, it was you not being as good as you think you are.
There is NOTHING that makes you better than me. Or anyone else who works hard for that matter.
I know you're thinking of something clever to say to me when you do finally utter whatever garbage you've been "Saving" for me.
Maybe it'll be serious.
Maybe it'll be humorous.
Maybe you'll bring up some battle royals or tag matches or something else where you beat me, just to make it seem like you are capable of defeating me. Maybe you'll make some kind of sex joke. Maybe you'll call me a flash in the pan, or flavor of the moth or something like that.
I just figure, and hope there will be some actual enthusiasim in your voice. I would be upset too if someone I thought was nothing ended up doing what I'm going to do to you.
But it seems your shrugging me off. And that is just fine. After all, I'm just Roxi Johnson, I'm nobody, right?
Well, when this "nobody" beats you right in the middle of the ring, what will be your excuse then?
Oh, I know, I never deserved it, right? Or how about "she got lucky." I got it. It was "a fluke".
Well, sadly, none of those are true. No matter what excuse you come up with, no one will buy it. And it make you angry.
Just like you are now.
At the end of the night, as you sulk in your hotel room, belt-less and broken, the only question you'll be asking yourself is "What happened?"
It was all going so great for you for such a long time, and now, the chapter will close, and the book will be finished. No more continuing in fantasy land. No more legions of fans on Twitter, Facebook or any other outlet. No more blind followers to manipulate. For I have opened their eyes to the truth. The "Face of the Franchise" is not you. Never was, never will be. Everything you've been won...gone in a flash.
There was another question you could have asked, but I'm going to answer it, since it seems your not too concerned with it.
"Who is Roxi Johnson?"
You're still wondering that right now aren't you? Sure, you say you're looking at me, but do you actually KNOW what your up against? I highly doubt it. Someone as arrogant and selfish as you could never know what stares them in the face until it is far too late.
Who am I?
Let me tell you.
I am your better, Bliss. It's always been that way, but the less and less you saw of me, the more they shielded you from me, the more confident you became in yourself. The more you began to believe your own hype. So they continued to keep your little secret just that. While I proved time and time again just how good I was. But it didn't matter. Not with you being the designated "goddess". They just fed you title matches and main events, while I was starved for a match on television. All the while, going more and more frustrated. And I made the most of it. I grabbed every brass ring imaginable, when it all meant nothing, while you failed at every single turn. But who got the chances? You.
Who am I?
The woman who will take you apart piece by disgusting piece. The woman who righted a wrong. The woman who destroyed The "Goddess's" fragile ego, burst the protective bubble around her, and ruined her career.
And I have and will take extreme pleasure in doing just that.
Who am I?
I am the leader of the new revolution here. I have grown tired of seeing people like you, thinking they are above every one here. I speak for those held down, who's voice is drowned out in a sea of loathing. Those who work hard and never get their just dues. I am the woman who will break up the little party the AOA and you have planned for yourselves.
I am the leader of an army.
At Road 2 Glory they will be there in full force. They will watch as I deliver them from the evil as I rise to meet yet another challenge. The truth will be in their eyes, It will surround you in a sea of doubt. I will fight for them, as they stand behind me, and give remind me who I fight for. And they will raise their fists in triumph as you fall from your precious perch.
There won't be anything quite like the site of 10,000 fists in the air, all celebrating as your world fully shatters.
Snicker if you like, Bliss. It's okay, I know you want to. Heck, I want you to. I want you to enjoy the moment while you can. Every single one of them. Treasure them. Take Drake out for dinner, parade around with the title in public. Wear it to bed. Take pleasure in the last few days you and that belt have together. It will make it all the more enjoyable when all of it is taken away from you.
I'm done for now, but if you think that's all I have for you, you will never get it through your head. I'm not finished. It's like your wounded, trying to crawl to safety, and I'm slowly hunting you down. I've cut you off at the knee, I've destroyed your mind, and next...I drive the stake right through your damn heart.
Who am I?
The woman who's going to take your title, Kahlan.
That's who I am.
[ Roxi and Sydney make their way to an abandoned warehouse. ]
Roxi - I don't like this.
Sydney - You don't like anything.
Roxi - I like explosions.
Sydney - Me too, what of it?
Roxi - Just proving you wrong.
Sydney - Whatever.
Roxi - Seriously though, this is totally a trap.
Sydney - Of course it is.
Roxi - But who's behind it?
Sydney - Well, from the look of this note, a terrible speller.
Roxi - Really?
Sydney - "Come to the warehouse or the "Presidant" dies.
Roxi - Hmm...where have I seen this before?
Sydney - Bad Dudes.
Roxi - Oh yeah.
Sydney - So, I guess that leaves only one question.
Roxi - Don't.
Sydney - Are you -
Roxi - Yes, I know, a bad enough dude to save the presidant.
Sydney - It's President Ronnie by the way.
Roxi - I played the game.
Sydney - But were you a bad enough dude?
Roxi - Of course.
[ Roxi and Sydney move to the top of the warehouse and peak down below ]
Sydney - There's no light, I can't see anything.
Roxi - A trap.
Sydney - I think we established that.
Roxi - I know, I just like being right.
Sydney - Come of it.
Roxi - You.
Sydney - You.
Roxi - You!
Sydney - You!
Roxi - You!
Sydney - You!
Roxi - You plus infinity.
Sydney - ...
[ Sydney stops, beaten. ]
Sydney - You win this round.
Roxi - We can remove this glass and sneak in
Sydney - Through the roof?
Roxi - Yes. Is there a problem?
Sydney - I wanted to bust through the front door.
Roxi - Really? You can't always rush headlong into everything.
Sydney - And why not?
Roxi - Because the President is in danger for this one.
Sydney - Ah, the Presidant.
Roxi - There is no such person.
Sydney - Whatever. I still say front door.
Roxi - No.
Sydney - Yes.
Roxi - No.
Sydney - Yes.
[ The two eventually get into a shoving match on the roof. ]
Roxi - No.
Sydney - Yes!
[ With a forcefull shove, Roxi is send through the glass, and going to the ground, she grabs Sydney and they both fall through to the boxes below. Obviously this was a compromise. ]
Roxi - Ow...
Sydney - See....just like I planned.
Roxi - You planned?
Sydney - Of course, now let's go.
[ Roxi and Sydney both get up, and begin to look around, using their flashlights, but then a two giant, blinding spotlights shine on them. ]
Roxi - Aghh!
Sydney - Ah! Well...that's certainly bright.
[ There is an electric buzzing as two men holding cattleprods shock Roxi and Sydney from behind, the voltage enough to knock both of them out, on to the ground. ]
Ow.... my aching head.
[ Roxi awakens slowly in an unfamiliar place. She looks around, trying to get her bearings, then a sharp pain shoots from her wrists. She looks down at the bandage over her left wrist. She peels it back to reveal some kind of shot she got while she was out. ]
What that?...Where am I?...Where's Sydney?
[ Roxi slowly stands and continues to look around. She finally realizes where she is: A hardware store. Still unsure of what's really going on, she winces when the injection wound flares up again. ]
Roxi - Z? Where are you?
[ Sydney starts coming around too, a few feet away behind a glass firearms display. ]
Sydney - ugh...I'm here.
Roxi - Are you okay?
Sydney - ..Peachy.
Roxi - Did you happen to see anything?
Sydney - Ow. No.
Roxi - Did you get a shot too?
Sydney - Some kind of injection.
[ Sydney and Roxi walk around, looking around for clues. They they run into...]
Roxi - Z?
Sydney - What - Oh, that's not good.
[ Laying before them are several blindfolded civilians wired to explosives.
Sydney - We have to help them!
Roxi - Stop! Look, they're wired. Whoever did this is watching. If we try now, they may blow us all up.
Sydney - We can't just leave them. I can ...
[ Sydney stops, and looks around. ]
Roxi - What?
Sydney - All my stuff is gone.
Roxi - Great.
Sydney - What do we do now?
Roxi - I don't know. I'm still wondering where we are.
[ Suddenly, a small TV on the counter with the cash register turns on, showing static, then slowly comes into focus. ]
Roxi - Haven.
Mistress Haven - Why, hello there. It's about time you two woke up. I've been waiting for this. Lady Bedlam, I can't wait any longer. But let's cut to business. I've been trying so hard for so long to do one simple thing: Take over. And every time I have this great plan, YOU, YOU stand in my way. So now, I'm going to do the same thing to you.
Sydney - You hang out with some wired people.
Roxi - Shh!
Mistress Haven - I'm come up with a little game. Where you get to know what it feels like to lose. All the time. I'm calling it a little role reversal. Where you get to lose, and I get to win. Just like you do to me. So, the rules are very simple. In this little town, there are 100 civilians spread all across town, rigged to various death traps. You play my game, and you get a chance to save their lives. If you don't play, I kill them. If you try to escape or choose not to play, I'll blow this whole town up. Simple enough? Good.
Sydney - She's crazy.
Roxi - ...
Mistress Haven - Oh, and those injection scars? You're powers are all gone. So it is now, completely...fair. So, here's the first level. You have 10 minutes to choose your weapons in the hardware store, choose wisely, because otherwise this game will end very quickly. clocks ticking...
[ Roxi and Sydney stare at each other as the TV cuts out. They begin looking around for weapons, Sydney finally choosing a sledgehammer, and Roxi chooses a baseball bat. The screen flickers back on after about 9 minutes of this. ]
Sydney - What now?
Mistress Haven - Well, now that you've made your choices, you have 5 minutes to get to the junkyard to face an opponent of my choosing. Once there, you'll get your set of instructions for the first round. Oh, and by the way, you have about 10 seconds to leave the hardware store....
[ The screen shuts off. ]
Sydney - 10 seconds?
Roxi - it's going to blow! Move!
Sydney - Wait, the hostages...
Roxi - ...Dammit!
[ Roxi grabs Sydney and they run out of the store in time to dodge the large explosion. ]
Sydney - No!
Roxi - ...
Sydney - What...what the hell...
Roxi - ...There was nothing we could do.
Sydney - We could have saved them!
Roxi - No. If we had tried she would have blown them sooner...
Sydney - So now what?
Roxi - We need....we need to go the junkyard...
[ Dusting themselves off, Roxi and Sydney follow their map to the junkyard, where a large trampoline surrounded by chain link fence is shown, with a man sitting inside of it. To the left, tied up civilians ]
Sydney - Great.
[ The screen flickers on. ]
Mistress Haven - Welcome to round 1. Here are the rules. Those civilians over there, are tied to a fuse. Which, by the way has already been lit. haha. You have 90 seconds to defeat Hammer, and free the civilians. Or, you can stand there, and Hammer will kill you, and the civilians. Also, untying the hostages, will be considered cheating. So that will result in you losing... Whoops. You have 80 seconds. Sorry about that.
[ The screen flickers off. ]
Sydney - So...
Roxi - Take care of the civilians.
Sydney - Where are you going?
Roxi - I'm going to...probably get my ass kicked.
[Roxi cautiously enters the cage, where Hammer is waiting. ]
Hammer - I remember you. I took you down before.
Roxi - Well, it's time for role reversal.
[ Roxi begins throwing punches for all she's worth, to which Hammer does nothing. ]
Roxi - Crap.
[Roxi is punches in the stomach, then tossed up against the cage. She rebounds off, into a headbutt, then tossed again, this time face-first into the cage. Staying down, Roxi is repeatedly kicked in the ribs and chest by Hammer. She kicks him away, but he only gets stronger as he lifts her up and tosses her into the cage again. In the meantime, Sydney tries covering the fuse with dirt, and it doesn't work. Then she tries to pat the fuse out, which also doesn't work. ]
Sydney - It's not going out.
Roxi - Ugh...yeah, be right there.
[Roxi stands, and Hammer charges her, but she moves, and Hammer hits the chainlink. Roxi then pulls Hammer to the ground and wraps her legs around his head, in a triangle chokehold.]
Roxi - I don't care how strong you are, you need to breathe like everybody else.
[ Hammer struggles wildly, lifting Roxi up and ramming her back against the cage, but soon, he's limp as Roxi pulls for all she's worth. ]
Roxi - Find something to cut the fuse with! NOW!
[ Roxi keeps the hold on, while Sydney finds a broken pick axe and cuts the fuse, with about 10 seconds to spare. Roxi releases the hold and exits the cage, battered and beaten. ]
Sydney - Well...that was easy.
Roxi - Shut up..
Sydney - Don't worry, I'll handle -
[ There is a small beeping noise herd, coming from the civilians... ]
Sydney - What....
Roxi - RUN!
[ Sydney grabs Roxi and they dive as the civilians explode! Sydney gets up wide eyed as the flames shoot into the sky.]
Sydney - No! NO!
Roxi - She...she detonated it remotely.
Sydney - What?! We won!
Roxi - We....we can't win, Z. Not this game. We can only hope to win.
Sydney - You shut up. We can save them.
Roxi - No Z. We can't. No matter what we do, she'll just blow them up.
Sydney - You...Are you giving up?
Roxi - No. I...
Sydney - Then we can save them.
Roxi - ....
[ The screen flickers back on. ]
Mistress Haven - Well, that was exciting. You came so close to winning. But, you saved zero civilians, and you barely saved yourselves. Well, one can't grieve forever. It's time to go to round 2. Take the map and head to the old shack. You have five minutes. better hurry...
[ The screen flickers off. ]
Sydney - I don't want to play anymore.
Roxi - ...We have to. Come on.
Listen to me, acting like I know what I'm going to do...what the hell is wrong with me? I...I don't think we can win. But...maybe, maybe there's a way...[/color]
Hear that?
That is the sound of me applauding you.
I know you're not used to hearing anything like that anymore. I just wanted you to hear it one last time before I take it away from you permanently.
Anyway, Hello again Kahlan.
Nice to see you again. Good to know you haven't forgotten about me already.
So how are you on this fine day. I hope your well. I hope you know you had me worried sick about you. I didn't think you were going to REALLY show up.
But then I remembered that you like to make an entrance. I think it's called "fashionably late."
But you came through. So much so, that I have to do this:
"Ow".
That was quite the counter punch.
It's good to see you have a pulse.
Think of all that by yourself did you?
Wrapped up everything in a neat little package didn't you? Went on about me picking out everything you were told about me and trying to erase any point or argument I made.
And you used your big girl voice!
I'm shaking right now Bliss, absolutely quaking in my boots. You have countered my every point, stopped me right in my tracks. You handled everything you needed to, I was wondering if you were, and you came through, big time. Now I should be scared. Now I should know I never EVER had any chance whatsoever. Now I have nothing. No argument left. Nothing to fall back on. I am left just filling time wondering how bad I'm going to get destroyed by "The Goddess".
What ever will I do?
I will cheer a little. Fist pump in complete triumph.
I finally got what I WANTED. You. Angry. Ready to explode. Ready to crush me.
It's what I wanted ALL ALONG. Not because it's a weakness, because it's a strength. I want NOTHING held back, Bliss. Not a thing. I don't want any excuses, even though you'll make them regardless. I want to come at me with everything you have. No more hiding from yourself. I have to waiting for this. Of course I want you unleashed. I want you at your best, because there's no other way to do this. I want face you with nothing held back because it seems that you have never really, been truly tested, when you are at your peak. That's what I'm after. Why do you think this is a street fight? No rules, no boundries. No lines to cross. Complete and total freedom. Because that way, you have no reason not to put forth your best effort, which I hope wasn't that garbage you just spewed.
You see, The last ditch effort of a person who knows what it is, is usually extremely powerful. All their effort is concentrated into one goal, one purpose. That's exactly what you just did.
All of that, it leaves me with only one question:
Is that the best you can do?
Come on now Bliss, . Am I supposed to be intimidated? Angry? Amused? Flustered? Impressed even?
I am none of those things.
In fact, I'm disappointed. AGAIN.
You wasted both my time and your talking to Ash Soulfate, you know a person who is NOT your opponent. Perhaps you felt the need to be on TV longer, but the simple fact is, everything you said about him has no bearing on this match. Then, you go all corny on me. "Fear is petrified of me." Come on. You can do better than that. That's supervillian talk there. Next thing you're going to tell me is that you're going to take over the world right?
Then it's Insulting the fans again? That's what you're going with here? The people who pay our salary? Yes, I said it again, because it's the truth. MPW would be in the tank by now if no one came to the show, you silly goose. Yes, they pay our salary. And the straw man arguement about cheering people equating to running a company? You're right, that logic is ridiculous, because it's yours. The fans, wether they cheer, or boo, can make or break any wrestler, regardless of how talented they are. I mean, there's too many to count at this point, but maybe you just don't know how this business actually works. Anyway, they have already made their choice. They just watched you make a fool of yourself, not that it's a surprise or anything, once again, to take small, petty jab at people who you don't care about.
I'm sure those fans are just boiling that you took the time to mention them and tell them they don't matter. I'm sure they're angry that you mentioned people they like and said then said they were no good.
You, Bliss, the Sin City champion, have completely made yourself the equivalent of a 15 year-old arguing Lord of the Rings over Star Wars. X-box over Playstation. Batman over Superman. Just because someone likes something that you don't.
You are a troll.
You must be very proud of yourself.
I'm reminded of an "arguing on the internet" joke right now for some reason. I don't know why though.
You went to all that trouble, to get to me. It doesn't make me angry, It makes me happy. I am thrilled you are so concerned with those who support me. It just re-enforces the fact that you are already on the defensive. I have made you so blind with rage, that you've resorted to trying to use reverse psychology in an effort to look unaffected. are you really trying to play it cool? Trying to hide everything? The smell is unmistakable Bliss. Desperation is a repugnant cologne. There is no hiding it. It's palpable. You might as well as saturated yourself in it if you're reaching this much.
You see, I never denied you were great. I know you go out there and work magic in the ring. I get that. But there is no way in HELL you can say I don't do the same. There is NO ONE who can deny I am not just as talented, nay MORE talented then you. And I know you'll be a smartass and say it next time, but that's okay. It's so easy to deny everything when you live in a fantasy.
Or maybe it's for the reasons you say. I am not the overly violent. I do not have barbie-doll good looks. I do not have a set of boobs I could routinely knock myself out with. I do not sleep with anything that wears a pants. I am not a selfish, egotistical, self-hating person.
In short, I am not Bliss. Nor do I wish to be.
Not that I couldn't be if I wanted to. But I like the people cheering me, I like having self-respect. I like waking up in the morning and not wondering if I made the right choice. I don't have to wonder what kind of person I truly am. You can have all that, I don't want it. I don't need it.
You can cast suspicions all you want Bliss. About me, my private life, and what I live with. But I have nothing to hide. I don't try to. My scars are all out there. It's one of the reasons people cheer me. Because I fight for the greater good.
I wish to be an individual, and not part of the system. I choose to control my own destiny. I chose to do things my own way, and to get the results I want. And that's exactly what I've done. And now, people like you don't like it. I've upset you by even being in this position. I have challenged you because I need to know just how good I am. This is what they are clamoring for.
I continue my journey Thursday to do what the fans all want me to do. Except for one minor detail, and Bliss, I want you to listen to me when I say this.
Unlike them, I don't hate you.
Unlike you, I know the difference between loving or hating a person, and "respecting" them.
And I do respect you.
I just don't like you.
I do not like the idea that you are somehow this golden child that is just untouchable. I do not like the idea that you are somehow superior to everyone here. I do not like the idea of you being perfect in every way. This idea that you're the best.
Because it's not true.
That's why I'm going to defeat you on at Road 2 Glory. You may not think that way, but the simple fact is, you have lost EVERY SINGLE BIT of momentum going into this match. Losing to Kuk, then to Ash and myself. What? Was that you....not trying? Or holding back? I'll tell you what it was Kahlan, it was you not being as good as you think you are.
There is NOTHING that makes you better than me. Or anyone else who works hard for that matter.
I know you're thinking of something clever to say to me when you do finally utter whatever garbage you've been "Saving" for me.
Maybe it'll be serious.
Maybe it'll be humorous.
Maybe you'll bring up some battle royals or tag matches or something else where you beat me, just to make it seem like you are capable of defeating me. Maybe you'll make some kind of sex joke. Maybe you'll call me a flash in the pan, or flavor of the moth or something like that.
I just figure, and hope there will be some actual enthusiasim in your voice. I would be upset too if someone I thought was nothing ended up doing what I'm going to do to you.
But it seems your shrugging me off. And that is just fine. After all, I'm just Roxi Johnson, I'm nobody, right?
Well, when this "nobody" beats you right in the middle of the ring, what will be your excuse then?
Oh, I know, I never deserved it, right? Or how about "she got lucky." I got it. It was "a fluke".
Well, sadly, none of those are true. No matter what excuse you come up with, no one will buy it. And it make you angry.
Just like you are now.
At the end of the night, as you sulk in your hotel room, belt-less and broken, the only question you'll be asking yourself is "What happened?"
It was all going so great for you for such a long time, and now, the chapter will close, and the book will be finished. No more continuing in fantasy land. No more legions of fans on Twitter, Facebook or any other outlet. No more blind followers to manipulate. For I have opened their eyes to the truth. The "Face of the Franchise" is not you. Never was, never will be. Everything you've been won...gone in a flash.
There was another question you could have asked, but I'm going to answer it, since it seems your not too concerned with it.
"Who is Roxi Johnson?"
You're still wondering that right now aren't you? Sure, you say you're looking at me, but do you actually KNOW what your up against? I highly doubt it. Someone as arrogant and selfish as you could never know what stares them in the face until it is far too late.
Who am I?
Let me tell you.
I am your better, Bliss. It's always been that way, but the less and less you saw of me, the more they shielded you from me, the more confident you became in yourself. The more you began to believe your own hype. So they continued to keep your little secret just that. While I proved time and time again just how good I was. But it didn't matter. Not with you being the designated "goddess". They just fed you title matches and main events, while I was starved for a match on television. All the while, going more and more frustrated. And I made the most of it. I grabbed every brass ring imaginable, when it all meant nothing, while you failed at every single turn. But who got the chances? You.
Who am I?
The woman who will take you apart piece by disgusting piece. The woman who righted a wrong. The woman who destroyed The "Goddess's" fragile ego, burst the protective bubble around her, and ruined her career.
And I have and will take extreme pleasure in doing just that.
Who am I?
I am the leader of the new revolution here. I have grown tired of seeing people like you, thinking they are above every one here. I speak for those held down, who's voice is drowned out in a sea of loathing. Those who work hard and never get their just dues. I am the woman who will break up the little party the AOA and you have planned for yourselves.
I am the leader of an army.
At Road 2 Glory they will be there in full force. They will watch as I deliver them from the evil as I rise to meet yet another challenge. The truth will be in their eyes, It will surround you in a sea of doubt. I will fight for them, as they stand behind me, and give remind me who I fight for. And they will raise their fists in triumph as you fall from your precious perch.
There won't be anything quite like the site of 10,000 fists in the air, all celebrating as your world fully shatters.
Snicker if you like, Bliss. It's okay, I know you want to. Heck, I want you to. I want you to enjoy the moment while you can. Every single one of them. Treasure them. Take Drake out for dinner, parade around with the title in public. Wear it to bed. Take pleasure in the last few days you and that belt have together. It will make it all the more enjoyable when all of it is taken away from you.
I'm done for now, but if you think that's all I have for you, you will never get it through your head. I'm not finished. It's like your wounded, trying to crawl to safety, and I'm slowly hunting you down. I've cut you off at the knee, I've destroyed your mind, and next...I drive the stake right through your damn heart.
Who am I?
The woman who's going to take your title, Kahlan.
That's who I am.
[ Roxi and Sydney make their way to an abandoned warehouse. ]
Roxi - I don't like this.
Sydney - You don't like anything.
Roxi - I like explosions.
Sydney - Me too, what of it?
Roxi - Just proving you wrong.
Sydney - Whatever.
Roxi - Seriously though, this is totally a trap.
Sydney - Of course it is.
Roxi - But who's behind it?
Sydney - Well, from the look of this note, a terrible speller.
Roxi - Really?
Sydney - "Come to the warehouse or the "Presidant" dies.
Roxi - Hmm...where have I seen this before?
Sydney - Bad Dudes.
Roxi - Oh yeah.
Sydney - So, I guess that leaves only one question.
Roxi - Don't.
Sydney - Are you -
Roxi - Yes, I know, a bad enough dude to save the presidant.
Sydney - It's President Ronnie by the way.
Roxi - I played the game.
Sydney - But were you a bad enough dude?
Roxi - Of course.
[ Roxi and Sydney move to the top of the warehouse and peak down below ]
Sydney - There's no light, I can't see anything.
Roxi - A trap.
Sydney - I think we established that.
Roxi - I know, I just like being right.
Sydney - Come of it.
Roxi - You.
Sydney - You.
Roxi - You!
Sydney - You!
Roxi - You!
Sydney - You!
Roxi - You plus infinity.
Sydney - ...
[ Sydney stops, beaten. ]
Sydney - You win this round.
Roxi - We can remove this glass and sneak in
Sydney - Through the roof?
Roxi - Yes. Is there a problem?
Sydney - I wanted to bust through the front door.
Roxi - Really? You can't always rush headlong into everything.
Sydney - And why not?
Roxi - Because the President is in danger for this one.
Sydney - Ah, the Presidant.
Roxi - There is no such person.
Sydney - Whatever. I still say front door.
Roxi - No.
Sydney - Yes.
Roxi - No.
Sydney - Yes.
[ The two eventually get into a shoving match on the roof. ]
Roxi - No.
Sydney - Yes!
[ With a forcefull shove, Roxi is send through the glass, and going to the ground, she grabs Sydney and they both fall through to the boxes below. Obviously this was a compromise. ]
Roxi - Ow...
Sydney - See....just like I planned.
Roxi - You planned?
Sydney - Of course, now let's go.
[ Roxi and Sydney both get up, and begin to look around, using their flashlights, but then a two giant, blinding spotlights shine on them. ]
Roxi - Aghh!
Sydney - Ah! Well...that's certainly bright.
[ There is an electric buzzing as two men holding cattleprods shock Roxi and Sydney from behind, the voltage enough to knock both of them out, on to the ground. ]
Ow.... my aching head.
[ Roxi awakens slowly in an unfamiliar place. She looks around, trying to get her bearings, then a sharp pain shoots from her wrists. She looks down at the bandage over her left wrist. She peels it back to reveal some kind of shot she got while she was out. ]
What that?...Where am I?...Where's Sydney?
[ Roxi slowly stands and continues to look around. She finally realizes where she is: A hardware store. Still unsure of what's really going on, she winces when the injection wound flares up again. ]
Roxi - Z? Where are you?
[ Sydney starts coming around too, a few feet away behind a glass firearms display. ]
Sydney - ugh...I'm here.
Roxi - Are you okay?
Sydney - ..Peachy.
Roxi - Did you happen to see anything?
Sydney - Ow. No.
Roxi - Did you get a shot too?
Sydney - Some kind of injection.
[ Sydney and Roxi walk around, looking around for clues. They they run into...]
Roxi - Z?
Sydney - What - Oh, that's not good.
[ Laying before them are several blindfolded civilians wired to explosives.
Sydney - We have to help them!
Roxi - Stop! Look, they're wired. Whoever did this is watching. If we try now, they may blow us all up.
Sydney - We can't just leave them. I can ...
[ Sydney stops, and looks around. ]
Roxi - What?
Sydney - All my stuff is gone.
Roxi - Great.
Sydney - What do we do now?
Roxi - I don't know. I'm still wondering where we are.
[ Suddenly, a small TV on the counter with the cash register turns on, showing static, then slowly comes into focus. ]
Roxi - Haven.
Mistress Haven - Why, hello there. It's about time you two woke up. I've been waiting for this. Lady Bedlam, I can't wait any longer. But let's cut to business. I've been trying so hard for so long to do one simple thing: Take over. And every time I have this great plan, YOU, YOU stand in my way. So now, I'm going to do the same thing to you.
Sydney - You hang out with some wired people.
Roxi - Shh!
Mistress Haven - I'm come up with a little game. Where you get to know what it feels like to lose. All the time. I'm calling it a little role reversal. Where you get to lose, and I get to win. Just like you do to me. So, the rules are very simple. In this little town, there are 100 civilians spread all across town, rigged to various death traps. You play my game, and you get a chance to save their lives. If you don't play, I kill them. If you try to escape or choose not to play, I'll blow this whole town up. Simple enough? Good.
Sydney - She's crazy.
Roxi - ...
Mistress Haven - Oh, and those injection scars? You're powers are all gone. So it is now, completely...fair. So, here's the first level. You have 10 minutes to choose your weapons in the hardware store, choose wisely, because otherwise this game will end very quickly. clocks ticking...
[ Roxi and Sydney stare at each other as the TV cuts out. They begin looking around for weapons, Sydney finally choosing a sledgehammer, and Roxi chooses a baseball bat. The screen flickers back on after about 9 minutes of this. ]
Sydney - What now?
Mistress Haven - Well, now that you've made your choices, you have 5 minutes to get to the junkyard to face an opponent of my choosing. Once there, you'll get your set of instructions for the first round. Oh, and by the way, you have about 10 seconds to leave the hardware store....
[ The screen shuts off. ]
Sydney - 10 seconds?
Roxi - it's going to blow! Move!
Sydney - Wait, the hostages...
Roxi - ...Dammit!
[ Roxi grabs Sydney and they run out of the store in time to dodge the large explosion. ]
Sydney - No!
Roxi - ...
Sydney - What...what the hell...
Roxi - ...There was nothing we could do.
Sydney - We could have saved them!
Roxi - No. If we had tried she would have blown them sooner...
Sydney - So now what?
Roxi - We need....we need to go the junkyard...
[ Dusting themselves off, Roxi and Sydney follow their map to the junkyard, where a large trampoline surrounded by chain link fence is shown, with a man sitting inside of it. To the left, tied up civilians ]
Sydney - Great.
[ The screen flickers on. ]
Mistress Haven - Welcome to round 1. Here are the rules. Those civilians over there, are tied to a fuse. Which, by the way has already been lit. haha. You have 90 seconds to defeat Hammer, and free the civilians. Or, you can stand there, and Hammer will kill you, and the civilians. Also, untying the hostages, will be considered cheating. So that will result in you losing... Whoops. You have 80 seconds. Sorry about that.
[ The screen flickers off. ]
Sydney - So...
Roxi - Take care of the civilians.
Sydney - Where are you going?
Roxi - I'm going to...probably get my ass kicked.
[Roxi cautiously enters the cage, where Hammer is waiting. ]
Hammer - I remember you. I took you down before.
Roxi - Well, it's time for role reversal.
[ Roxi begins throwing punches for all she's worth, to which Hammer does nothing. ]
Roxi - Crap.
[Roxi is punches in the stomach, then tossed up against the cage. She rebounds off, into a headbutt, then tossed again, this time face-first into the cage. Staying down, Roxi is repeatedly kicked in the ribs and chest by Hammer. She kicks him away, but he only gets stronger as he lifts her up and tosses her into the cage again. In the meantime, Sydney tries covering the fuse with dirt, and it doesn't work. Then she tries to pat the fuse out, which also doesn't work. ]
Sydney - It's not going out.
Roxi - Ugh...yeah, be right there.
[Roxi stands, and Hammer charges her, but she moves, and Hammer hits the chainlink. Roxi then pulls Hammer to the ground and wraps her legs around his head, in a triangle chokehold.]
Roxi - I don't care how strong you are, you need to breathe like everybody else.
[ Hammer struggles wildly, lifting Roxi up and ramming her back against the cage, but soon, he's limp as Roxi pulls for all she's worth. ]
Roxi - Find something to cut the fuse with! NOW!
[ Roxi keeps the hold on, while Sydney finds a broken pick axe and cuts the fuse, with about 10 seconds to spare. Roxi releases the hold and exits the cage, battered and beaten. ]
Sydney - Well...that was easy.
Roxi - Shut up..
Sydney - Don't worry, I'll handle -
[ There is a small beeping noise herd, coming from the civilians... ]
Sydney - What....
Roxi - RUN!
[ Sydney grabs Roxi and they dive as the civilians explode! Sydney gets up wide eyed as the flames shoot into the sky.]
Sydney - No! NO!
Roxi - She...she detonated it remotely.
Sydney - What?! We won!
Roxi - We....we can't win, Z. Not this game. We can only hope to win.
Sydney - You shut up. We can save them.
Roxi - No Z. We can't. No matter what we do, she'll just blow them up.
Sydney - You...Are you giving up?
Roxi - No. I...
Sydney - Then we can save them.
Roxi - ....
[ The screen flickers back on. ]
Mistress Haven - Well, that was exciting. You came so close to winning. But, you saved zero civilians, and you barely saved yourselves. Well, one can't grieve forever. It's time to go to round 2. Take the map and head to the old shack. You have five minutes. better hurry...
[ The screen flickers off. ]
Sydney - I don't want to play anymore.
Roxi - ...We have to. Come on.
Listen to me, acting like I know what I'm going to do...what the hell is wrong with me? I...I don't think we can win. But...maybe, maybe there's a way...[/color]
