[Roxi Johnson]

 Misty, I’m going to say this now, because I want everyone to know:

It is good that you’re not going anywhere, anytime soon.

I know a lot of people may not like that, and that some may have already written you all after all the emotion of two weeks ago. The fact that Delia is interfering in your personal life, and trying make you completely miserable is all aspects is just wrong. There’s something to be said for someone who would stoop as low as she has. And you have all the justification and motivation anyone could want in the match this week. Heck, I want to see you get your hands on her as much as anyone here in SCW for all the pain and grief she’s caused you. She, and her lackeys deserve your wrath more than anyone, possibly ever in your career.

If this was any other match, against any other opponent, I’d be completely behind you.

But it’s me you’re facing. And, for that reason only, I can’t fully support you. And for that, I’m sorry. I’m also sorry because well, I plan on winning this match, and getting my shot at redemption too.

You may think that this is about you Misty, but, really it’s not. There’s something at stake for me too. You aren’t the only one with a grudge to settle here Misty. You aren’t the only one with something to fight for. This match means just as much to me, as it does to you.

But who am I to come to you with my problems? What kind of heartless person would I be if I sat here and said “suck it up” or “You’re not the only one with problems.” I understand your problems, but I’m not here to patronize you, or try to offer any armchair quarterback advice. You, the person I respect more than anyone else, deserve better than that. I know it, you know it. And everyone else knows it. But I know you better than you may give me credit for, because I know better than to dig into your problems. I know you like to be alone, you’re not one for a lot of emotion. Nor, am I expecting you to ask for any quarter, and that’s what makes this so difficult.

But while I fully expect this to be a classic match, between two great wrestlers, I still feel like… like there is something missing. Actually, a lot missing.  Something is about this, is just… off. There’s a big fight feeling here, a huge one to be sure, but… seriously, there’s a big void. A huge void.

This is the part where I’d normally try and really tell you something important, but…what do you really want me to say Misty? You've got enough problems as it is. I can see, very easily, what you're going through with all that. You've had a rough going of it as of late.

So for me to sit here and say anything other than "good luck" would be asinine. Am I supposed to say "I hope you're ready, Misty."? Is that it? You're obviously not. Physically? Maybe. Mentally? Not even close.

Don't take it the wrong way. You're not ready to wrestle me, because you are obsessed with beating Delia. I get that. That's what I'm getting at. You don't want me out there, you want her. You want the girl who has been torturing you.

You know I'm not the enemy here. I've seen what you're going through. I've seen you pick yourself up off the ground time and time again and ask for more.

But you don't want to beat my face in, you want Delia.

Trust me, I'd much rather not have this Misty against me this week, but that's what it is. I’d really like for this to be a slight distraction for you this week. But the fact is, the winner gets Delia.

Ah, who am I kidding? Delia is going to make her presence felt, maybe she’ll just laugh while the two people she doesn’t want to face, have to face and possibly destroy each other. You know it. I know it. It's like when a hero knowingly walks into a trap, you know it's coming, and you prepare for it. I know that from experience.

And no, I'm not saying I don't want Misty this week because I'm unprepared, I may not have expected to wrestle this particular match, and this particular time, with that particular goal hanging over me, but that doesn't mean I don't keep in shape. And no Misty, I don't fear you, it's just this little thing in the back of my mind.

I will freely admit that that, I’m going to have a hard time with this match. Not only because of the fact that I’m facing you, it’s the fact that I… I feel for you right now. It may sound sappy and corny, and you may think that I’m foolish for doing so, but I do. I don’t want to fight you. Not now.

But now that I'm facing you, I obviously want to win. But does me, beating Misty in this mental state really mean anything? You aren't focused on me. You don't care about the Bombshell’s title at this point, hell you already had it. Beating Misty is something I want to do, but It’s hard to count this even if I do win.

I say if, because I know how good you are. I’ve stand you stand up to monsters, lunatics, and every conceivable type of women wrestler there is, and you’re still here. I’ve seen you for what you are, a pioneer of the Bombshell’s division. I've seen you do great things.

And I've seen you do bad things.

And I'm not talking about you walking away, because well, we all need time away. People know I've needed mine, Misty. That doesn't change your talent level. I know how good you are.

It's why I want to beat you. I want to beat the best Misty there is. I want to overcome the best Misty has. I need to know if that first time, was a fluke, and maybe, maybe I’m not ready for your spotlight just yet.

But, as sad as this may sound, I don't think I'm going to get that chance Sunday. Maybe some other time I can beat you at your best. Because I know this isn't her. The Misty I want has allowed this angry, vengeful, rage-filled Misty to take over, and quite frankly, it’s an unfocused Misty. It’s a Misty that isn’t at the top of her game, and that saddens me. Sure, you may tell me in your promo that you have no other choice but to focus on me, but I know better Misty. I’m not a fool. I know WHY you want to win, I know HOW you intend to win, but you… you only care about this, because it leads to Delia.

But that doesn't mean I don't intend to beat this Misty either.

I look at this way, if I can’t beat you at 70 or 80% of what you could be, then what’s left for me? What do I have to do? I’ve been fighting this battle for a long time, every year, new names, new faces, but the goal is still the same. I’ve constantly stepped up, and every time, there has been some tiny snag that prevents me from winning. Delia cheats, they throw me out of the ring, or they keep me on the sidelines and force me to watch. Every. Single. Time. It’s a vicious circle, and I want off this hamster wheel! I don’t want to be on the sidelines anymore.

Which means I have this opportunity to beat you, right in the middle of the ring, and finally, get my shot at redemption. That means a lot, and this is probably my best chance. I won’t get another one for a long time if I fail now. You, Misty, and your rage, that anger you feel inside, it’s inside me too, I’m tired of this. I’m tired to every single time this stuff slips through my fingers!

So, Losing to you again, in this state would just be...devastating. Maybe it'll be a sign that I’m no longer at the top of my game and that I should try other things. It's not something I wish to think about, because for me, losing isn't something I take lightly. I hate losing. But maybe you're just going to be the better woman on Sunday. But I need to know for sure.

You can exercise some demons Sunday Misty, but just so you understand, I may not be a blonde, French bigot, but I will hit you back just as quick. I'm out to win. After all, I have my own demons to exercise. And as shallow as it may end up being, a win is a win, and it's another week down. Another week in the books.

Another day where we draw closer to taking this division back!



{We open in Roxi and Keira’s apartment, where Roxi just stares out the window into space. Keira is putting on her costume in the bedroom, Keira opens the door to exit.}

Keira – You about ready?

{Roxi ignores Keira as Keira spots her. She walks up and puts a hand on her shoulder.}

Keira – Hey…

{Roxi’s head drops.}

Keira – Are you alright? Come on, we have a patrol to do.

{Roxi slowly turns her head side to side.}

Roxi – I’m not going. You can do this one.

Keira – No, I need you out there.

{Roxi turns to Keira with a stern look on her face.}

Roxi – I can’t go back out there.

Keira – This again?

Roxi – She’s out there Keira. Claire. My best friend. Is out there, and she wants to… to kill me.

Keira – We’ve been through this. She’s not your friend, not anymore. You told me you’d keep your head up here!

Roxi – I don’t think I can. I think… I think this is over Keira.

{Keira steps back, stunned.}

Keira – What? What are you talking about?

Roxi – I gave it some thought Keira. I… I can’t fight her. I know I said I could but… how can I fight her?

Keira – So you’re giving up? She’s not going to stop coming for us until we deal with her! Whether you’re out there or not.

Roxi – That’s the point. I’ve let far too many people get hurt on my watch. I… I might as well just let this inevitable happen.

Keira – You cannot be serious! You told me you’d be strong. You told me you wouldn’t give up!

Roxi – …

{Roxi just stares blankly at Keira, before turning back to the window. Keira starts to get angry.}

Keira – So that’s it? I’m going to do this on my own?

{Roxi doesn’t respond. Keira shakes her head in disgust while putting her mask on.}

Keira – Fine. Then I will. And if I see Claire out there, then I’ll deal with it. My way.

{In a huff, Keira exits down the emergency elevator so as to be let out unnoticed. Roxi turns to her computer sitting on the table, and sits down, and opens it up. Lazily beginning to browse the internet.}



{Keira speeds around on her motorcycle when Vision pops up on the screen.}

Keira – What have you got?

Vision – Wait… where’s Roxi?

Keira – At home.

Vision – Are you guys taking turns?

Keira – No.

Vision – Then…

Keira – Vision, I’d rather focus on other things. Is there anything?

Vision – … Let me look…. Look like the silent alarm tripped at the Second City bank.

Keira – I’m on it.

Vision – Be careful. I’ll… I’ll try to get Roxi to come help you.

Keira – I don’t need her.

Vision – Still, a little backup never helped.

Keira – No. And Vision?

Vision – Yeah?

Keira – If anything comes across as a large Military style group attack… let me know.

Vision – Uh… sure.

Keira – Thank you. I’ll report in when I’m done at the bank.

{Keria speeds onward.}



{Cut back to Roxi, as she pulls up Dr. Birkin, the man who created the healing formula for her a while back, and his last known whereabouts.}

Hmmm… Says here he last gave a speech at the university of South Florida. That… that’s not far from here. Could it be he’s… still in town?

{Roxi uses her phone and dials the school.}

Roxi – Hello? … I’m trying to reach anyone who may has been at the last speech by Dr. Birkin, when he was there a few months back…. Yes… I’m… I’m conducting an… an research project, and I need some information… .Yes… Well… does anyone know where he may have gone? Perhaps the next speech he was going to do?... I… Yes I understand he went off the radar, I’m simply conducting research… Hello?....Hello?

{Roxi ends the call on her phone after being hung up on. She sits back down, and sees Vision’s message icon.}

Great.

{Reluctantly, she clicks it open.}

Roxi – What?

Vision – It’s nice to see you to.

Roxi – What do you want Vision?

Vision – Why are you letting Keira go alone right now? You know she’s your responisibility!

Roxi – She’s a big girl.

Vision – What’s going on here? Why are both of you being evasive?

Roxi – I don’t want to talk about it.

Vision – Very funny. Now someone needs to explain this, or I’m going to have to report this!

{Roxi angrily rolls her eyes, and looks away from the computer.}

Vision – Come on.

Roxi – It’s… It’s Claire.

Vision – Claire?

Roxi – Yes. She’s alive. Somehow. And… and she’s after us.

Vision – So why are you at home? You two should be sticking together!

Roxi – I… I can’t. I can’t go back out there and face Claire!

Vision – Rox… I know this is hard for you, but Keira is out there all alone trying to do the job of two people!

Roxi – And I have to do the job of 10 people! Do you know how much I worry about this?! Do you?! I didn’t think so! I have so many other things on my plate right now, and you lecturing me is not something I wanna deal with right now!

Vision – This… this our job, Rox. We do the things that others can’t.

Roxi – Keira can take care of herself.

Vision – No, she needs you out there. What if… Claire shows up after Keira?

{Roxi looks away from the computer again, holding her head in her hands.}

Roxi – It…. It’s just a bank robbery isn’t it?

Vision – Keria’s on it right now… Or… she should be.

Roxi – She can handle it. If… and that’s a big IF anything goes wrong, then… maybe.

Vision – You can play games like that! What if she gets hurt?!

Roxi – I said maybe.

{Then, the apartment doorbell rings.}

Who could that be?

{Roxi closes out the chat with Vision as she cautiously makes her way to the door.}

Roxi – Who is it?

Voice – It’s Paul, from downstairs, I was wondering if you had any chairs I could use. Got buddies coming for a poker game.

{Roxi looks through the eyehole, and sees only Paul, dressed in a white shirt and some grey sweatpants.}

Roxi – Yeah, I think so.

{Roxi opens the door, and that’s when Paul is shoved aside, and the super soliders burst in, guns pointed at Roxi’s face. Stunned, she’s gripped and held in the super strong arms as Claire walks into the room.}

Claire – Hey neighbor, got any sugar?

Roxi – …

Claire – What’s wrong? Not expecting company?

Roxi – … Let him go.

Claire – Sure. Run along little man. If you say anything, your family is dead.

{Paul runs as fast as he possibly can, away from the situation.}

Claire – Nice place you got here. Lots of space.

{Casually entering, and lounging on the couch, Claire rests her feet on the coffee table.}

Claire – So, how’s the wife?

Roxi – Claire.... I’m sorry.

Claire – Sorry? Sorry for killing me? Sorry for watching me die? Is THAT what you’re sorry for?

Roxi – I tried to save you. You… you told me to go.

Claire – Yeah, I did. But I didn’t think you’d be a complete coward and actually leave. Instead, you did that. You wanted to see me burn. What did I ever do to you?

Roxi – I spent days looking for you. They pulled me off the investigation. I couldn’t do anything!

Claire – You could have! You could have at least come back for me when you got the Doc out. But you didn’t. You let me die. You killed me.

Roxi – No… I didn’t.. I didn’t mean to…

Claire – You… you are pathetic. I should just kill you now and get this over with. But… it’d be like putting down a dog with three legs. There’s no fun, no sport in that.

Roxi – I’m not going to fight you. I won’t.

Claire – You did before.

Roxi – I didn’t think it was you!

{Claire laughs.}

Claire – I dropped every hint in the book, and you still missed it. And now, all the pain, all that grief, it just… consumes you doesn’t it? I hope that is the last thing that you feel, before I kill you.

Roxi – Why are you here?

Claire – Well, I figured I’d stop by and pay my best friend a visit. But seriously, we were planning on just blowing this entire building up, but… I told ‘em “no” I said “leave it to me!” And since I’m the boss, they listened.

Roxi – Just… do what you’re here to do.

Claire – I could, but there’s no fun if you’re not going to fight back. I guess you need some motivation.

Roxi – What?

{Claire stands up and nods, Then a soldier produces handcuffs, and cuffs Roxi’s arm, and then forces her into another room, handcuffing her to the large kitchen table leg. Other soliders being placing items on the table to add weight.}

Roxi – What are you doing?

Claire – A fun exercise! I’m about to head out, and kill your wife, so, if you want to save her, you’ll need to get out of here first. Oh, and just for fun…

{Claire tosses a small bomb into the next room. She causally then walks into the bedroom and takes Roxi’s mask.}

Claire – You mind if I borrow this? I’m going to need it. Anyway, the timer is set for 10 minutes… well, it was. It’s less than that now. Good luck!

{Claire and the soldiers leave, while Roxi futilely yanks at the table trying to drag it.}

Of course we’d have to get a huge table. Why not?!

{Roxi tugs and pulls, but she’s only hurting her wrist. She pulls on the linkings, but the table isn’t budging. She reaches out for anything to help her, but nothing is close.}

I… I can’t… I…



{At the bank, Keira is pinned down by gunfire. She pulls out her wrist communicator.}

Keira – Vision!

Vision – What’s happening?!

Keira – I’m getting shot at!

Vision – I’ll try and get some backup.

Keira – Where’s Lady Bedlam?

Vision – She… she’s at home. She has a guest or something?

Keira – Guest? What the hell are you talking about?

Vision – Someone rang the doorbell! I don’t know!

Keira – If I survive this, I’ll kill her!

Vision – I’m trying to reach Warp and Force. Can you hold out for a little bit?

Keira – No… but… take your time!

{Suddenly, the gunfire stops, as the sounds of sirens fill the air.}

The… police?

{Keira stands up, having ducked behind a stone wall. She surveys the gunmen running away and starts to give chase, when Claire and the Soldiers roll in.}

Claire – That’s alright people, we’ll take it from here.

Keira – You!

Claire – Hello…. Kat. I… I have to ask, why Kat? It doesn’t fit with anything.

{Keira’s eyes and rage begin to build up. }

Keira – I will kill you!

Claire – Straight to killing me? Yeah, I don’t think so. In fact, you’re going to do the right thing, and just die with some class, unlike your wife.

{Keira’s eyes widen.}

Keira – What?

Claire – Yeah, paid her a visit. She begged me to kill her. Totally went out like a bitch. If you were at home, you could be with her, or… what’s left of her.

Keira – You… Animal!

Claire – You heroes never learn.

{Keira’s body starts shaking, and she loses her control and she lets out a yell in sorrow and rage. She slams her fist on the ground, and then she charges at Claire, but the soldiers get in the way. Taking them on, Keira is swarmed, but fights as hard as she possibly can. Eventually however, it’s too much and the Solider are able to grab both arms and legs and take her to the ground. Claire casually walks up and rips the Sash right off of Keira’s waist. Keira fights, but now, depowered, she has little strength.}

Claire – All too easy. Now, before you try and cause me any more trouble, I’ll let you join your wife. Then, all I have left if the Doc.

{Reaching into her pocket. Claire pulls out a pistol. Taking aim, she prepares to fire but there’s an explosion that blows a hole in wall of the bank. There, in the smoke…}

Roxi – Get. Away. From her.

Keira – Roxi? You’re alive?

Claire – Shockingly enough.

Roxi – I said get away from her!

{Roxi lunges and tackles Claire to the ground, the two tussle for a while, before Claire manages to knock her off. The soldiers get off Keira and rush to Claire’s aid as Roxi snatches both her mask and Keira’s sash away from Claire. Roxi hands Keira her sash as she stands up, and then they begin to fight with the soldiers. Claire makes a break for it. As the fight commences.}

Oh no you don’t!

{Keira takes off in hot pursuit, chasing Claire into an alley. Claire climbs the fire escape ladder to a nearby apartment building, as Keira continues to give chase. Claire hits the roof and runs, but then realizes she’s all out of room.}

Keira – Nowhere to run now, bitch!

Claire – So what… you gonna kill me? Huh? You’re only doing me a favor. That’s not closure. She’s not going to get that if you kill me.

Keira – It’ll suit me just fine.

Claire – Then… what are you waiting for?

{Claire begins walking towards Keira, her arms outstretched as if she is welcoming it. Keira smirks as she rushes towards Claire…}

Roxi – No!

{Keira stops. Roxi climbs to the roof as walks between Claire and Keira.}

Keira – What are you doing?

Roxi – You can’t do that Keira.

Keira – She told me you were DEAD!  Not this time! I’m going to end this!

Roxi – No… you’re not Keira.

Keira – You’d better get out of my way!

Roxi – I told you from the start, this…

{Roxi turns to Claire, her eyes filling with sorrow.}

Roxi – This is my fight.

Claire – Oh…. Oh, you actually mean you’re going to try and fight me?

Roxi – No. I’m not going to fight you…. I’m going to stop you.

Keira – No, Roxi! She’s too dangerous to be left alive.

Roxi – Stay out of this Keira.

Keira – Don’t be a fool!

Roxi – I said stay out of this!

{Keira spins Roxi around to face her.}

Keira – No more waiting! I’m going to end this! She needs to die!

{Claire spots her opening and charges, tackling Roxi into Keira, knocking them both over. Claire runs for it as Roxi gets up and gives chase, but not until Claire jumps. Roxi almost dives after her, but slips and hangs off the ledge, and Claire is no longer in sight. Keira snatches Roxi’s hand as Roxi loses her grip.}

Roxi – I… I’m sorry.

Keira – You okay?

Roxi – Yeah.

{Keira pulls Roxi up, and Roxi puts on her mask.}

Keira – I thought you were dead!

Roxi – No. Not dead. Not yet.

Keira – ... Thanks.

Roxi – I’m sorry. I just… had to get a wake-up call I guess. But… she’s gone, and who knows when she’ll be back.

Keira – I think I do.

Roxi – What do you mean?

Keira – She said, there’s only the Doc left.

Roxi – That means… he’s still alive. At least for the time being.

Keira – But we don’t know where he is.

Roxi – We’ll work on that, but… For now, let’s go home.

Keira – Right.

{Roxi throws her arm around Keira lovingly.}

Roxi – I… I’m glad you’re okay.

Keira – Me too.

Roxi – How did that bank robbery go?

Keira – You know, took heavy fire, pinned down with no backup.

Roxi – Sounds fun.

Keira – Yeah, I got a tracker on the car so… We can go after them.

Roxi – I… I think that sounds like a plan.

Keira – … It’s good to have you back.

Roxi – It’s good to be back.


Misty, The Bombshell’s title is the prize of all of us. But I have to get my shot at it.

No Misty, I think you deserve another bombshell’s title. You worked your ass off for it. You’ve won 3 times. You held it with pride. You did what only one other person has done. You’re the original. You did it because you're that good.

But yet, I feel like you still feel you have something to prove.
I know Misty, you're supremely confident in your ability to win this match, and then the title. After all, all the pressure is on you.

YOU have to prove naysayers wrong. YOU have to win to justify everything you've done. YOU have to act like your career depends on this match. Even though, it really doesn’t. If I beat you, then yes, you get to watch as I take that championship from Delia. And then, you are free to do whatever you want to her. But that championship means a lot, and for you to possibly risk throwing that away before of your hatred, I can’t accept that. The longer Delia has the bombshell’s title, the more miserable everyone gets. The more they feel like waving the white flag. I’m not saying you would, I’m saying it’s a possibility. And I would love to face you again for the Bombshell’s title, and make it mean what it always should mean. And get out rivalry back to the top.

But, our..."rivalry" if you wanna call it that, is strictly professional. I don’t need you to risk letting Delia keep the title by you taking an unnecessary chance out there. You and Delia is personal, Delia and I, is about that belt sitting on her shoulder. It’s what I need.

For me Misty, failure is not an option. It's not something that has entered my mind. I only think about winning. I only think about the goal I have set in front of me. It's at its most attainable right now. All that stands in my way is you. I have to beat you to get to the bombshell’s championship.


I’ve held it in my hands. I’ve won and  lost it, but here I am again. And again, I'm unafraid to fail, because I know I'm not going to. I've set my expectations high Misty. I'm walking in to South Carolina feeling lucky. I'm feeling like a winner. Because I have to be.

For both of us.

And when it’s over, I’ll shake your hand, because I know you’ll have given me everything.

But, when I beat Delia, Of course, I’ll be more than happy to do this all over again.

No regrets, no excuses.

I’ll see you Sunday, My Friend.