Post by Roxi Johnson on May 16, 2013 2:57:15 GMT -5
You ever get the feeling that you’re just in a no-win situation? Like no matter what you done, or what you’ve done, you still just get looked at like you have no chance of coming out on top.
This is the vibe I seem to be getting now. Like two weeks ago, when despite our best efforts, Bliss and Drake Hunter managed to beat Madd Katt and myself. I know what Katt was trying to do, but he didn’t need to sacrifice himself for me. I would have gladly stood and fought with him. Katt took a beating he didn’t have to. I wanted to help him, but I saw the bigger picture. But it still feels like something is amiss.
In fact, I’m getting that vibe right now. I’m feeling it. Like I’m about to be pushed aside when my job is unfinished. I have quite a lot of work to do, yet all the fanfare, all the spotlight, all the attention isn’t on me, on this war that I waging, no. It’s like I am a bit player in this, like I don’t matter. Now, everyone else want to push me to the background, like I’ve failed at my job. But I’ve pinned the World champion, I’ve beaten back the challenges of Bliss, and Madd Katt himself. But those were small steps. I’m not finished fighting.
But, then, just as quickly as momentum builds, just when I start to take my stake in the ground, boom. Someone else joins the fight. It’s been like I’ve been playing Mortal Kombat, beating the computer, I’m up to at least Goro and bam, the “Here comes a new challenger” flashes on my screen. And that challenger with all the fanfare is none other than Jackson Blaze.
Welcome back Jackson. It’s been a while, and things have changed around here. You come back, and you instantly decide that you need to target me? That you need to be the bully of the block like you always were. I get that. You and Trey beat Chris Cable and Andre Dixon and all of a sudden the entire roster needs to bow down to you? Because beating Ian Andrews and Brandon Nytrus makes you all the more awesome. Been there, done that Jackson. Not impressed. But I get it, you don’t need me to be impressed to be a shmuck. You’ve got that whole thing down pat. I’ve seen it, I’ve heard it. Forgive me for now cowering in fear, I am a superhero after all, I just don’t bow down when someone gets in my face and proclaims superiority without a shred of proof.
Make no mistake Jackson, I can respect you, at least you’re a scumbag with a little bit of honor. But when people just decide they’re going to cut me down or try to make a name for themselves, or in your case re-establish themselves at my expense, I tend not to like them very much. I had a problem with you before, but, since you don’t seem to like me, I guess we have a problem now, don’t we? That’s why we’re facing off on TNT for the Sin City title.
That, and because you need it.
Because honestly, I see Jackson Blaze, and I wonder how he can actually say some of the things he says. I wonder how it is that this man can walk around and call himself an ICON when he has accomplished next to nothing. Yes, I’m calling out Jackson Blaze for his lack of anything. That tag team title you hold right now, is your first title in MPW, and let’s face it, would you have won it if Chris and Andre were actually prepared for you? That’s a question I’m asking right now, because I have my doubts. Yes, I’m doubting you Blaze. You know why? Because I believe that I am better than you, based on the reality of the situation in MPW.
You had your shots at the MPW World title, and you were defeated. Yes, two world title matches in a row, and you lost both times. I can see Trey’s legitimate claim to being an ICON, he’s the first MPW World champion. I can see it, but you, Jackson Blaze, have done nothing but come up short. Two times, two failures. But yet you…you are an Icon?
Are you trying to tell me that because you're teamed up with Trey Baxter, that makes you an Icon? Because you lost two world title matches, you're an Icon? I've always believed that really the biggest icons in any sport don't need to run around and tell you every single day, that they are an Icon. People who claim to be Icons are usually guys who are bitter and jealous of the true icons. People who didn't do as much, but still want recognition. People who need to be called on their B.S. when it happens. People who are trying to hide behind tough talk.
I'm sure you've said something mean and nasty about me and how you are going to win this Thursday. But all everyone will hear is "blah blah blah, look at me as I ride Trey Baxter's coattails." Or "Look, I'm Jackson Blaze, please care about me."
And, honestly, I don't. As a matter of fact, I don't think anybody does.
You came back here expecting a hero's welcome and you saw that contrary to what your warped mind believed all that time you were sitting at home, MPW didn't die because you took your ball and went home. It didn't lose any steam because Jackson Blaze went away. Nobody played "Every breath you take" when you walked out the door. MPW didn't get worse.
It got a lot less douchier, actually.
And, now, with a straight face, you're telling me you are going to waltz into TNT and just beat me? Especially when it's for my title?
You and I both know that Jackson Blaze is long gone.
You are a shell of what you used to be. And what you used to be, isn't all that impressive either. But back then, at least Jackson Blaze would have something impressive to say, or least halfway intelligent. Back then, Jackson Blaze would be someone I needed to look out for.
Back then, Jackson Blaze would probably even win this match on TNT.
But now that it's not 2012 anymore, Now that a Icon by association Jackson Blaze is here, demanding he get this, and he get that and all that jazz based on his pocket full of nothing to deserve it...The whole viewing audience all pretty much has the same reaction...
A collective...."Shut Up" ...Just...Shut up.
That's the way it is Jackson. You demand respect You demand to be treated as an icon? How does that song go?
"You can't always get what you want"?
Boo-hoo, Jackson. Nobody feels bad for you. Nobody cares anymore. One time you were the baddest bad guy in wrestling. Now, those days are over, and you are just addicted to the spotlight that you once basked in. Nobody want the encore this time Jackson. Nobody is sticking around to see you preform that hit song from all those years ago.
It's over.
Once again, I have to serve as someone's reality check.
You, Jackson, may claim to be a bastard, and you may walk around like MPW owes you something, but honestly, neither of those things are true. Jackson Blaze WAS a monster, but it seems that the more I think about it, the less I even agree with that much.
You were decent. Or rather, you may have just been a Flash in the pan, Jackson. A one hit wonder who has since fizzled out.
No Jackson, I don’t fear you, I just…feel sorry for you at this point. You want to make people remember you, or care about the way you used to be? You want to run down everyone who has been successful in your absence. And know why, because they were far more successful then you’ve been your entire MPW career.
Is someone a little jelly? I think so.
So it comes to this Jackson, you want to restore your name, you want to take the Sin City title and finally get some credibility to back up all your big talk. That’s all well and good, but the problem you face is the fact that this belt…IS MINE. I don’t retreat, I don’t surrender. I don’t take kindly to being threatened and taunted, especially by a person who has no room to talk trash. I beat people like that on a daily basis. I’ve been doing the very same thing for most of my wrestling career. You can virtually name the who’s who of MPW, and I’ve beaten them. You can give me a name, and odds are, I’ve both faced, and defeated them. I’m used to shutting people up. Though I haven’t been too successful with Kahlan, but she’s going to talk either way. But, you live and you learn, isn’t that right, Jackson?
But I forget, it won’t matter what I’m telling you because you’re Jackson Blaze. And you are going to walk into TNT and beat me. You're a "Bastard" You're arrogant and cocky, and too cool for school, and you've got a high school sense of humor. Oh how fun it must be to sit around and tell dirty jokes and swear all the time. How awesome is it to just walk around be a douchebag to people, and chuckle at yourself. It must be nice to have that luxury. It really must be cool since everyone seems to be doing it lately. You, Drake, Trey, Chris, It's all one big joke because you're so cool. Life is good.
You know, Life is hard. There are always people who tell you that you can't do something.
And it's a great feeling to silence them when you do what you were told you couldn't.
There was no way I was going to beat Taufik and TJ Pain for the TV title. And I did.
There was no way I could hang in a hell in the cell with Brandon Nytrus. And I did.
There was no way I could dethrone the unstoppable Bliss and win the Sin City title. and I did.
And now, You, Jackson Blaze, as well as the rest of the world are about to tell me I can't beat you either.
Well, you can call me the anchorwoman, because I have news for you. If you want this title, if you want to defeat me, just like I told Kahlan, you can take it, when you pry it from my cold, dead, fingers. That’s the way I play the game Jackson. And these people like me for it. But I see you, like so many others, feel the need to pick on those who cheer for me.
I do fight for everyone. I've said it's my goal for a long time. I had to put my foot down and ruin the monopoly that has ran rough shot over this place while everyone else, yourself included has stood idle and watched.
The point is, Jackson, I have to fight to finish. And when it's over, everything will be better for everyone here. Excluding a few guys who will be very upset, but the gap between the have's and the have not's will be very, very thin. That's good for everyone. When the AOA is gone, it will be a great day. They will try everything to make it so that doesn't happen, but I've been working for too long to stop now.
Even you can get behind that can't you?
Or are you so blind that you cannot see the good that comes from this?
I can see that it is YOU out for the personal glory. Out to avenge those bitter, embarrassing failures. Not me. You want to be the important one, want to play a role in the big victory. But just for you, right? I guess Only Trey Baxter's man purse can have all the fun.
And you can play a role. But you're not the hero of this story. I am. That's the difference Jackson. You want to play the hero, I'm already doing it. You're presence is not required. See, it won't bea miracle when I defeat you this Thursday on TNT. No fluke, no act of god. Just the better person emerging from the fight with their hand raised. Me. Why? Because it's who I am.
Is this fight, Think of me as Optimus Prime. And Drake is Megatron.
You...You're Hot Rod.
You see, Hot Rod was a young, arrogant punk of an autobot who's foolishness led to a huge loss for the entire world.
That's you.
Optimus and Megatron were fighting and who should jump in but Hot Rod.
And thanks to his idiocy, Megatron killed Optimus Prime.
That's what you are trying to do. Bring down the whole operation because you want the spotlight.
Because in the end, Hot Rod becomes Rodimus. That's something I cannot allow to happen.
I will not make the same mistake as Optimus and let you ruin my chances.
Nope, not this time Hot Rod. No jumping in my fight. No handicapping me when there is a war to be won.
The bottom line is, you’re not going to take my title, you’re not going beat me, and you need to get out of my way. This is my fight. My war. My title.
You will not take anything from me.
...Stupid Hot Rod.
[We're in Ted's apartment, and it looks like it's post... coitus. Roxi puts her shirt on, wearing some boy shorts and playing with her phone. ]
Roxi - Well, that was fun.
Ted - Yeah.
Roxi - You alright?
Ted - Fine.
Roxi - ...Okay.
Ted - Well, I have a lot to do, so...I'll give you a ride home.
Roxi - Are you sure you're alright?
Ted - Yes. I'm fine.
Roxi - Okay...let me get dressed.
Ted - Thanks.
[ Roxi ignores the crass behavior and gets dressed.]
Roxi - So, what's on your agenda today?
Ted - A lot.
Roxi - Like what?
Ted - Business.
Roxi - Ooo...okay...
Ted - I've got a lot of business deals, clown stuff. You know.
Roxi - Oh, right.
Ted - It's nothing big, but it's work, you know.
Roxi - Right. Maybe tomorrow we can have lunch?
Ted - Maybe. It all depends on if I'm working.
Roxi - Oh...alright.
[As Roxi continues to dress, she notices an earring on the floor.]
Roxi - Hey, Ted?
Ted - Yeah?
Roxi - Who's...who's earring is this?
Ted - I...I don't know. Are you sure it's not yours?
Roxi - It's not my earring. I don't wear these types of earings.
Ted - Hmm..it may be the cleaning lady.
Roxi - Oh...
Ted - Yeah, she comes by a couple times a week, really nice lady.
Roxi - I'll just...put it on the nightstand.
Ted - Thanks.
[ Unfazed by the random earring, Roxi continues to dress, and soon she is walking towards the door. Then she notices a newer looking televison out of the box. ]
Roxi - Hey...You got a new TV?
Ted - Yeah.
Roxi - This looks pretty expensive.
Ted - It was a gift, from my parents.
Roxi - Oh...
Ted - Yeah. It was my birthday recently.
Roxi - Aww...you didn't tell me.
Ted - It's no big deal. Just another day.
Roxi - You should at least celebrate.
Ted -No, it's fine. Come on.
[ Ted opens the car door for Roxi and they soon are on the road.]
[ A few minutes into the drive...]
Roxi - Do you smell that?
Ted - Oh, don't tell me you just..
Roxi -No. I'm being serious. It smells weird.
Ted - It's an old car, they get that smell sometimes. I'll get it cleaned.
Roxi - Yeah...you should.
Ted - I will.
[ Roxi stares at Ted suspiciously.]
Roxi - Ted...
Ted - Yes?
Roxi - Are you still...upset about the marriage thing?
Ted - No. Why?
Roxi - I...I guess it's nothing.
Ted - One day at a time. Remember?
Roxi - Yeah.
[ Her mind seemingly at ease, Roxi eases back into her seat. Soon they pull up at her apartment. Roxi goes to get out of her seat, but is jabbed in the side by something.]
Roxi - Ow...
Ted - Are you okay?
Roxi - Yeah, something poked me.
Ted - Probably a spring. Those cushions are ripped back there.
Roxi - I guess.
[ Roxi looks down at sees what jabbed her: a pair of handcuffs. She pulls them up and dangles them in front of Ted.]
Ted - Whoa.
Roxi - Where did these come from?
Ted - They're trick handcuff.
Roxi - Trick...handcuffs?
Ted - Yeah, you know, for close-up magic. Really wows the kids.
[ Wide eyed and almost laughing it off, Ted throws up his hands in mock surrender.]
Roxi - *Snickering* Okay. I believe you.
Ted - Well, that's good. I'll see you.
Roxi - Bye.
[ They kiss, and then, Ted drives away. Roxi turns and stops.]
Roxi - You can come out now.
[ From the bushes, Sydney emerges. ]
Sydney - How long...
Roxi - Long enough.
Sydney - I don't know about this Rox.
Roxi - Why? What did you do?
Sydney - Nothing. I just have a suspicion.
Roxi - So do I.
Sydney - You do too?
Roxi - I think he's lying to me.
Sydney - Well duh.
Roxi - Shut up Z. I'm serious.
Sydney - You know for a fact?
Roxi - No, but there's something else there. I'm beginning to see it now.
Sydney - So...what do we do? You wanna follow him.
Roxi - No, but I'm going to check something.
Sydney - What's that?
Roxi - He told me it was his birthday recently.
Sydney - So?
Roxi - He told me before his birthday was December.
Sydney - Oooh...the plot thickens.
Roxi - You know, this guy was your pick.
Sydney - You're going to hold me to that aren't you?
Roxi - That you can pick lying jerks? No, I won't hold that against you.
Sydney - Good.
[Roxi is in her apartment, talking to Vision.]
Roxi - Vision, I need you to do something for me.
Vision - Sure.
Roxi - I need you to...look up my boyfriend in the Guild's crime database.
Vision - I can...but..are you sure you want to really know?
Roxi - I need to clear this dark cloud I have over my head. I want to like him, there's something there.
Vision - Alright, I'll check it for you.
Roxi - Ted Cline.
Vision - Checking... huh, that's funny...
Roxi - He's clean?
Vision - Well, sort of. I'm not getting any hits for Ted Cline.
Roxi - Well, that's good, right?
Vision - No, Rox, I mean like he doesn't exist.
Roxi - That's weird.
Vision - I know.
Roxi - I don't like this.
[ Sydney, having overheard everything, dashes into the room.]
Sydney - I can help.
Roxi - What are you talking about.
Vision - I got his licence plate.
Roxi - You did?
Vision - I can run with that.
Sydney - Of course I did.
Roxi - I am both stunned, and...relieved Z. I don't know whether to hug you, or kill you.
Sydney - You love me.
Vision - Well Rox...do you want to run with it?
Roxi - Do it.
Vision - Alright, Zelda, give me the number.
Sydney - Putting it in.
Vision - Checking...
Roxi - ...Anything?
Vision - Good...lord..
Roxi - Vision...
Vision - He's..
Roxi - You're scaring me..
Vision - I...I'm sorry Roxi, I really am.
Roxi - How...how bad is it?
Vision - The man has a record a mile long. I'll...I'll send it to you...if you want. But my advice is to call the police. Stay away from this guy Rox, He's bad news.
Roxi - What do you mean? I need to know Vision...
Vision - Rapes. Murders. Kidnapping, Assaults. This...this is unspeakable.
Roxi - This is a joke, isn't it? Just between you two...It's not funny.
Vision - No Rox, it's not a joke. I'm telling you the truth... I'm sorry.
[ Later, Roxi is still in shock over the news.]
Sydney - You...doing okay?
Roxi - How could I have been so stupid?
Sydney - You're not stupid.
Roxi - Sydney, I had sex with that animal. That..horrible, horrible slime..
Sydney - You didn't know.
Roxi - I should have!
Sydney - Maybe, but that's not important.
Roxi - Oh, and what's important.
Sydney - You're safe. I mean, how many times were you alone with him?
Roxi - I...quite a few actually.
Sydney - But he never did anything.
Roxi - So, maybe this guy isn't my Ted Cline?
Sydney - Well, according to Vision, Cline isn't his last name. It's Cromwell. But... Maybe he's...reformed.
Roxi - Or a really good liar.
Sydney - Either way. You can forget about him now.
Roxi - How can I forget? He was so nice to me. He was great. He was so caring, loving...how could he be such an animal?
Sydney - People sometimes aren't who you think they are.
Roxi - I don't know anymore. I need to see him.. talk to him.
Sydney - What? Are you out of your mind! Who knows what he's capable of.
Roxi - I can't just not see him anymore,.
Sydney - Yes. You sure can, and you will.
Roxi - Are you going to treat me like a child now?
Sydney - Yeap. And you're grounded.
This is the vibe I seem to be getting now. Like two weeks ago, when despite our best efforts, Bliss and Drake Hunter managed to beat Madd Katt and myself. I know what Katt was trying to do, but he didn’t need to sacrifice himself for me. I would have gladly stood and fought with him. Katt took a beating he didn’t have to. I wanted to help him, but I saw the bigger picture. But it still feels like something is amiss.
In fact, I’m getting that vibe right now. I’m feeling it. Like I’m about to be pushed aside when my job is unfinished. I have quite a lot of work to do, yet all the fanfare, all the spotlight, all the attention isn’t on me, on this war that I waging, no. It’s like I am a bit player in this, like I don’t matter. Now, everyone else want to push me to the background, like I’ve failed at my job. But I’ve pinned the World champion, I’ve beaten back the challenges of Bliss, and Madd Katt himself. But those were small steps. I’m not finished fighting.
But, then, just as quickly as momentum builds, just when I start to take my stake in the ground, boom. Someone else joins the fight. It’s been like I’ve been playing Mortal Kombat, beating the computer, I’m up to at least Goro and bam, the “Here comes a new challenger” flashes on my screen. And that challenger with all the fanfare is none other than Jackson Blaze.
Welcome back Jackson. It’s been a while, and things have changed around here. You come back, and you instantly decide that you need to target me? That you need to be the bully of the block like you always were. I get that. You and Trey beat Chris Cable and Andre Dixon and all of a sudden the entire roster needs to bow down to you? Because beating Ian Andrews and Brandon Nytrus makes you all the more awesome. Been there, done that Jackson. Not impressed. But I get it, you don’t need me to be impressed to be a shmuck. You’ve got that whole thing down pat. I’ve seen it, I’ve heard it. Forgive me for now cowering in fear, I am a superhero after all, I just don’t bow down when someone gets in my face and proclaims superiority without a shred of proof.
Make no mistake Jackson, I can respect you, at least you’re a scumbag with a little bit of honor. But when people just decide they’re going to cut me down or try to make a name for themselves, or in your case re-establish themselves at my expense, I tend not to like them very much. I had a problem with you before, but, since you don’t seem to like me, I guess we have a problem now, don’t we? That’s why we’re facing off on TNT for the Sin City title.
That, and because you need it.
Because honestly, I see Jackson Blaze, and I wonder how he can actually say some of the things he says. I wonder how it is that this man can walk around and call himself an ICON when he has accomplished next to nothing. Yes, I’m calling out Jackson Blaze for his lack of anything. That tag team title you hold right now, is your first title in MPW, and let’s face it, would you have won it if Chris and Andre were actually prepared for you? That’s a question I’m asking right now, because I have my doubts. Yes, I’m doubting you Blaze. You know why? Because I believe that I am better than you, based on the reality of the situation in MPW.
You had your shots at the MPW World title, and you were defeated. Yes, two world title matches in a row, and you lost both times. I can see Trey’s legitimate claim to being an ICON, he’s the first MPW World champion. I can see it, but you, Jackson Blaze, have done nothing but come up short. Two times, two failures. But yet you…you are an Icon?
Are you trying to tell me that because you're teamed up with Trey Baxter, that makes you an Icon? Because you lost two world title matches, you're an Icon? I've always believed that really the biggest icons in any sport don't need to run around and tell you every single day, that they are an Icon. People who claim to be Icons are usually guys who are bitter and jealous of the true icons. People who didn't do as much, but still want recognition. People who need to be called on their B.S. when it happens. People who are trying to hide behind tough talk.
I'm sure you've said something mean and nasty about me and how you are going to win this Thursday. But all everyone will hear is "blah blah blah, look at me as I ride Trey Baxter's coattails." Or "Look, I'm Jackson Blaze, please care about me."
And, honestly, I don't. As a matter of fact, I don't think anybody does.
You came back here expecting a hero's welcome and you saw that contrary to what your warped mind believed all that time you were sitting at home, MPW didn't die because you took your ball and went home. It didn't lose any steam because Jackson Blaze went away. Nobody played "Every breath you take" when you walked out the door. MPW didn't get worse.
It got a lot less douchier, actually.
And, now, with a straight face, you're telling me you are going to waltz into TNT and just beat me? Especially when it's for my title?
You and I both know that Jackson Blaze is long gone.
You are a shell of what you used to be. And what you used to be, isn't all that impressive either. But back then, at least Jackson Blaze would have something impressive to say, or least halfway intelligent. Back then, Jackson Blaze would be someone I needed to look out for.
Back then, Jackson Blaze would probably even win this match on TNT.
But now that it's not 2012 anymore, Now that a Icon by association Jackson Blaze is here, demanding he get this, and he get that and all that jazz based on his pocket full of nothing to deserve it...The whole viewing audience all pretty much has the same reaction...
A collective...."Shut Up" ...Just...Shut up.
That's the way it is Jackson. You demand respect You demand to be treated as an icon? How does that song go?
"You can't always get what you want"?
Boo-hoo, Jackson. Nobody feels bad for you. Nobody cares anymore. One time you were the baddest bad guy in wrestling. Now, those days are over, and you are just addicted to the spotlight that you once basked in. Nobody want the encore this time Jackson. Nobody is sticking around to see you preform that hit song from all those years ago.
It's over.
Once again, I have to serve as someone's reality check.
You, Jackson, may claim to be a bastard, and you may walk around like MPW owes you something, but honestly, neither of those things are true. Jackson Blaze WAS a monster, but it seems that the more I think about it, the less I even agree with that much.
You were decent. Or rather, you may have just been a Flash in the pan, Jackson. A one hit wonder who has since fizzled out.
No Jackson, I don’t fear you, I just…feel sorry for you at this point. You want to make people remember you, or care about the way you used to be? You want to run down everyone who has been successful in your absence. And know why, because they were far more successful then you’ve been your entire MPW career.
Is someone a little jelly? I think so.
So it comes to this Jackson, you want to restore your name, you want to take the Sin City title and finally get some credibility to back up all your big talk. That’s all well and good, but the problem you face is the fact that this belt…IS MINE. I don’t retreat, I don’t surrender. I don’t take kindly to being threatened and taunted, especially by a person who has no room to talk trash. I beat people like that on a daily basis. I’ve been doing the very same thing for most of my wrestling career. You can virtually name the who’s who of MPW, and I’ve beaten them. You can give me a name, and odds are, I’ve both faced, and defeated them. I’m used to shutting people up. Though I haven’t been too successful with Kahlan, but she’s going to talk either way. But, you live and you learn, isn’t that right, Jackson?
But I forget, it won’t matter what I’m telling you because you’re Jackson Blaze. And you are going to walk into TNT and beat me. You're a "Bastard" You're arrogant and cocky, and too cool for school, and you've got a high school sense of humor. Oh how fun it must be to sit around and tell dirty jokes and swear all the time. How awesome is it to just walk around be a douchebag to people, and chuckle at yourself. It must be nice to have that luxury. It really must be cool since everyone seems to be doing it lately. You, Drake, Trey, Chris, It's all one big joke because you're so cool. Life is good.
You know, Life is hard. There are always people who tell you that you can't do something.
And it's a great feeling to silence them when you do what you were told you couldn't.
There was no way I was going to beat Taufik and TJ Pain for the TV title. And I did.
There was no way I could hang in a hell in the cell with Brandon Nytrus. And I did.
There was no way I could dethrone the unstoppable Bliss and win the Sin City title. and I did.
And now, You, Jackson Blaze, as well as the rest of the world are about to tell me I can't beat you either.
Well, you can call me the anchorwoman, because I have news for you. If you want this title, if you want to defeat me, just like I told Kahlan, you can take it, when you pry it from my cold, dead, fingers. That’s the way I play the game Jackson. And these people like me for it. But I see you, like so many others, feel the need to pick on those who cheer for me.
I do fight for everyone. I've said it's my goal for a long time. I had to put my foot down and ruin the monopoly that has ran rough shot over this place while everyone else, yourself included has stood idle and watched.
The point is, Jackson, I have to fight to finish. And when it's over, everything will be better for everyone here. Excluding a few guys who will be very upset, but the gap between the have's and the have not's will be very, very thin. That's good for everyone. When the AOA is gone, it will be a great day. They will try everything to make it so that doesn't happen, but I've been working for too long to stop now.
Even you can get behind that can't you?
Or are you so blind that you cannot see the good that comes from this?
I can see that it is YOU out for the personal glory. Out to avenge those bitter, embarrassing failures. Not me. You want to be the important one, want to play a role in the big victory. But just for you, right? I guess Only Trey Baxter's man purse can have all the fun.
And you can play a role. But you're not the hero of this story. I am. That's the difference Jackson. You want to play the hero, I'm already doing it. You're presence is not required. See, it won't bea miracle when I defeat you this Thursday on TNT. No fluke, no act of god. Just the better person emerging from the fight with their hand raised. Me. Why? Because it's who I am.
Is this fight, Think of me as Optimus Prime. And Drake is Megatron.
You...You're Hot Rod.
You see, Hot Rod was a young, arrogant punk of an autobot who's foolishness led to a huge loss for the entire world.
That's you.
Optimus and Megatron were fighting and who should jump in but Hot Rod.
And thanks to his idiocy, Megatron killed Optimus Prime.
That's what you are trying to do. Bring down the whole operation because you want the spotlight.
Because in the end, Hot Rod becomes Rodimus. That's something I cannot allow to happen.
I will not make the same mistake as Optimus and let you ruin my chances.
Nope, not this time Hot Rod. No jumping in my fight. No handicapping me when there is a war to be won.
The bottom line is, you’re not going to take my title, you’re not going beat me, and you need to get out of my way. This is my fight. My war. My title.
You will not take anything from me.
...Stupid Hot Rod.
[We're in Ted's apartment, and it looks like it's post... coitus. Roxi puts her shirt on, wearing some boy shorts and playing with her phone. ]
Roxi - Well, that was fun.
Ted - Yeah.
Roxi - You alright?
Ted - Fine.
Roxi - ...Okay.
Ted - Well, I have a lot to do, so...I'll give you a ride home.
Roxi - Are you sure you're alright?
Ted - Yes. I'm fine.
Roxi - Okay...let me get dressed.
Ted - Thanks.
[ Roxi ignores the crass behavior and gets dressed.]
Roxi - So, what's on your agenda today?
Ted - A lot.
Roxi - Like what?
Ted - Business.
Roxi - Ooo...okay...
Ted - I've got a lot of business deals, clown stuff. You know.
Roxi - Oh, right.
Ted - It's nothing big, but it's work, you know.
Roxi - Right. Maybe tomorrow we can have lunch?
Ted - Maybe. It all depends on if I'm working.
Roxi - Oh...alright.
[As Roxi continues to dress, she notices an earring on the floor.]
Roxi - Hey, Ted?
Ted - Yeah?
Roxi - Who's...who's earring is this?
Ted - I...I don't know. Are you sure it's not yours?
Roxi - It's not my earring. I don't wear these types of earings.
Ted - Hmm..it may be the cleaning lady.
Roxi - Oh...
Ted - Yeah, she comes by a couple times a week, really nice lady.
Roxi - I'll just...put it on the nightstand.
Ted - Thanks.
[ Unfazed by the random earring, Roxi continues to dress, and soon she is walking towards the door. Then she notices a newer looking televison out of the box. ]
Roxi - Hey...You got a new TV?
Ted - Yeah.
Roxi - This looks pretty expensive.
Ted - It was a gift, from my parents.
Roxi - Oh...
Ted - Yeah. It was my birthday recently.
Roxi - Aww...you didn't tell me.
Ted - It's no big deal. Just another day.
Roxi - You should at least celebrate.
Ted -No, it's fine. Come on.
[ Ted opens the car door for Roxi and they soon are on the road.]
[ A few minutes into the drive...]
Roxi - Do you smell that?
Ted - Oh, don't tell me you just..
Roxi -No. I'm being serious. It smells weird.
Ted - It's an old car, they get that smell sometimes. I'll get it cleaned.
Roxi - Yeah...you should.
Ted - I will.
[ Roxi stares at Ted suspiciously.]
Roxi - Ted...
Ted - Yes?
Roxi - Are you still...upset about the marriage thing?
Ted - No. Why?
Roxi - I...I guess it's nothing.
Ted - One day at a time. Remember?
Roxi - Yeah.
[ Her mind seemingly at ease, Roxi eases back into her seat. Soon they pull up at her apartment. Roxi goes to get out of her seat, but is jabbed in the side by something.]
Roxi - Ow...
Ted - Are you okay?
Roxi - Yeah, something poked me.
Ted - Probably a spring. Those cushions are ripped back there.
Roxi - I guess.
[ Roxi looks down at sees what jabbed her: a pair of handcuffs. She pulls them up and dangles them in front of Ted.]
Ted - Whoa.
Roxi - Where did these come from?
Ted - They're trick handcuff.
Roxi - Trick...handcuffs?
Ted - Yeah, you know, for close-up magic. Really wows the kids.
[ Wide eyed and almost laughing it off, Ted throws up his hands in mock surrender.]
Roxi - *Snickering* Okay. I believe you.
Ted - Well, that's good. I'll see you.
Roxi - Bye.
[ They kiss, and then, Ted drives away. Roxi turns and stops.]
Roxi - You can come out now.
[ From the bushes, Sydney emerges. ]
Sydney - How long...
Roxi - Long enough.
Sydney - I don't know about this Rox.
Roxi - Why? What did you do?
Sydney - Nothing. I just have a suspicion.
Roxi - So do I.
Sydney - You do too?
Roxi - I think he's lying to me.
Sydney - Well duh.
Roxi - Shut up Z. I'm serious.
Sydney - You know for a fact?
Roxi - No, but there's something else there. I'm beginning to see it now.
Sydney - So...what do we do? You wanna follow him.
Roxi - No, but I'm going to check something.
Sydney - What's that?
Roxi - He told me it was his birthday recently.
Sydney - So?
Roxi - He told me before his birthday was December.
Sydney - Oooh...the plot thickens.
Roxi - You know, this guy was your pick.
Sydney - You're going to hold me to that aren't you?
Roxi - That you can pick lying jerks? No, I won't hold that against you.
Sydney - Good.
[Roxi is in her apartment, talking to Vision.]
Roxi - Vision, I need you to do something for me.
Vision - Sure.
Roxi - I need you to...look up my boyfriend in the Guild's crime database.
Vision - I can...but..are you sure you want to really know?
Roxi - I need to clear this dark cloud I have over my head. I want to like him, there's something there.
Vision - Alright, I'll check it for you.
Roxi - Ted Cline.
Vision - Checking... huh, that's funny...
Roxi - He's clean?
Vision - Well, sort of. I'm not getting any hits for Ted Cline.
Roxi - Well, that's good, right?
Vision - No, Rox, I mean like he doesn't exist.
Roxi - That's weird.
Vision - I know.
Roxi - I don't like this.
[ Sydney, having overheard everything, dashes into the room.]
Sydney - I can help.
Roxi - What are you talking about.
Vision - I got his licence plate.
Roxi - You did?
Vision - I can run with that.
Sydney - Of course I did.
Roxi - I am both stunned, and...relieved Z. I don't know whether to hug you, or kill you.
Sydney - You love me.
Vision - Well Rox...do you want to run with it?
Roxi - Do it.
Vision - Alright, Zelda, give me the number.
Sydney - Putting it in.
Vision - Checking...
Roxi - ...Anything?
Vision - Good...lord..
Roxi - Vision...
Vision - He's..
Roxi - You're scaring me..
Vision - I...I'm sorry Roxi, I really am.
Roxi - How...how bad is it?
Vision - The man has a record a mile long. I'll...I'll send it to you...if you want. But my advice is to call the police. Stay away from this guy Rox, He's bad news.
Roxi - What do you mean? I need to know Vision...
Vision - Rapes. Murders. Kidnapping, Assaults. This...this is unspeakable.
Roxi - This is a joke, isn't it? Just between you two...It's not funny.
Vision - No Rox, it's not a joke. I'm telling you the truth... I'm sorry.
[ Later, Roxi is still in shock over the news.]
Sydney - You...doing okay?
Roxi - How could I have been so stupid?
Sydney - You're not stupid.
Roxi - Sydney, I had sex with that animal. That..horrible, horrible slime..
Sydney - You didn't know.
Roxi - I should have!
Sydney - Maybe, but that's not important.
Roxi - Oh, and what's important.
Sydney - You're safe. I mean, how many times were you alone with him?
Roxi - I...quite a few actually.
Sydney - But he never did anything.
Roxi - So, maybe this guy isn't my Ted Cline?
Sydney - Well, according to Vision, Cline isn't his last name. It's Cromwell. But... Maybe he's...reformed.
Roxi - Or a really good liar.
Sydney - Either way. You can forget about him now.
Roxi - How can I forget? He was so nice to me. He was great. He was so caring, loving...how could he be such an animal?
Sydney - People sometimes aren't who you think they are.
Roxi - I don't know anymore. I need to see him.. talk to him.
Sydney - What? Are you out of your mind! Who knows what he's capable of.
Roxi - I can't just not see him anymore,.
Sydney - Yes. You sure can, and you will.
Roxi - Are you going to treat me like a child now?
Sydney - Yeap. And you're grounded.
