{We open outside of a large stone building. The front gate reads “State Asylum”. Roxi, clad in her superheroine costume, walks in. The look of determination is all over her face, even though it’s not visible through her mask. She marches confidently up to the front desk, her appearance starling the front desk guard.}
Roxi – Inmate #1027820.
{The guard takes a moment to collect his thoughts, and flips through a list of stapled together papers. He comes across the same number, and looks up at Roxi, who nods, confirming who she’s looking for.}
Guard – We’ll get it set up.
{Roxi is then escorted by a series of armed guards through the facility and towards a small interrogation like room. She quietly enters, and sits down on one side, and looks around the room before motioning to the guard that this meets her expectations. The orderly at the door nods.}
Orderly – We’ll bring him in. We’ll be monitoring should anything go wrong.
{Roxi only turns away, not acknowledging the guard, but he takes it as a sign anyway and closes the door. It’s only a brief moment that Roxi has to herself before the door opens, and a sickly looking man, strapped to an oxygen tank is wheeled into the room. The mask is strapped on his face, and the audible wheezing in his breathing is evident. His eyes are closed but, upon opening them, his breathing reaches a higher frequency upon seeing the superhero in the flesh. He does eventually calm down as he weakly groans and coughs. Roxi simply motions to the orderly and doctors.}
Roxi – This won’t take long. You can leave us.
{There is a pause and a tense moment before the man’s doctor and Roxi make eye contact, and reluctantly, he agrees.}
Doctor – We’ll be outside.
{The doctor eyes his patient and the superhero as he exits the room. Once the door closes, there is silence, save for the wheezing breath escaping from the man.}
Roxi – Hello Cyrus.
{Cyrus, the man who took control of Roxi all those years ago. The air seems sucked out the room when Roxi speaks, and the speed of Cyrus’s breathing increases again.}
Roxi – You look like you don’t remember me. I can help you with that.
{Roxi slides her mask up and over her face and hair, but not all the way off. Giving Cyrus a view of her face which, he reacts to.}
Cyrus – You…
Roxi – Yes. Me. You do remember.
{Cyrus begins to cough and heave.}
Roxi – And I know you remember what you did to me.
Cyrus – I tried… to help you.
Roxi – You tried to ruin my life for your own personal gain. You took advantage of me. You manipulated me. You preyed on my innocence.
{Cyrus says nothing in response, but there is clearly a twinkle in his eye as he remembers this.}
Roxi – You made me think that you were the only one that ever cared. I feel into your trap, and I hate myself for it. And it wasn’t just me… Alexis…
Cyrus – Alexis….
Roxi – You kept her addicted to morphine. You made her a junkie. You beat her. Controlled her. And you want to know the worst part? You did it right in front of me.
{Cyrus tries to enjoy this moment, but keeps coughing and struggling to breathe.}
Roxi – I almost lost everything I ever loved, and you… you gleefully tried to showcase me in that light.
Cyrus – A championship… is what you wanted… so… I gave it to you.
Roxi – You ruined everything. You nearly cost me my life.
Cyrus – Did you… come here for an apology?.... I was… helping.
Roxi – You helped yourself. And no, I didn’t come here for an apology from you. I came here to talk.
Cyrus – Or… lecture.
Roxi – Because for every single thing you did to me, and did to Alexis, for everything you pulled. For every single one of my friends and family that you hurt. I’ve never let it go. I’ve done nothing but secretly wish for nothing but endless, horrific torture for you, until the day you die. I did nothing but wish the most horrible things as payback. And I wanted to be the person who did it to you. I wanted to see the long of anguish on your face. I have never wanted to do it to anyone else, no other person in the world, Cyrus. Just you.
Cyrus - … Flattery..
Roxi – But I realized something about this whole thing. You already got what you deserved. I think you remember that, don’t you?
Cyrus – Sin…
Roxi – She, could have killed you. She should have killed you. But despite everything that you did. Despite all your lies, and manipulation, and attacks… I saved your life. I did. Because I knew, it was the right thing to do. Despite everything. But you taught me a valuable lesson.
Cyrus - … Which is?
Roxi – I gave you the power, and I can just as easily take it away. What you did to Alexis, she recovered. She moved on. She proved, she didn’t need you. And I am doing the same thing right now. I am taking back each and every bit of strength I ever gave you. Because I don’t need you. And I never did. But I don’t think you… can say the same.
Cyrus – Now you… taunt me..
Roxi – I just want you to understand, that I could have let you die, but I didn’t. Alexis is fine, and so am I. You on the other hand, ended up on a respirator. And those thoughts of torturing you, and making you suffer…. They’re gone.
Cyrus – Is that so?
Roxi – Yes. Because we both know this one undeniable truth. Every single breath you take, every time you struggle and rely on that mask, every bit of pain and discomfort you endure from now until forever…
{Roxi leans in and whispers softly next to Cyrus}
Roxi – You owe to me.
{Roxi slowly stands up, eye Cyrus and motioning for the door to be opened.}
Roxi – Just remember that. Forever.
{The door opens and the orderly pops in, along with the doctor}
Roxi – We’re done here.
{Roxi calmly walks out the door and eventually out of the asylum itself. She finally stops, and breathes in a deep sigh of what is clearly relief. Like a massive weight is off her chest.}
Roxi – One problem down…. One to go.
{Roxi walks off as the scene fades out.}
“You’re not the devil. You’re Practice.”
- Bruce Wayne (Batman Begins)
Hello again, SCW.
Well, I suppose the jig is up on me.
I have been figured out.
So why don’t we take the time to congratulate Sierra Williams for exposing this 7 year charade I have been putting on all of you, all of my friends, fans, and family. I have been pulling this ruse for no real reason, other than making a bunch of friends that I one day will obviously turn on and gain nothing from it. It has all been part of my master plan to trick all of you into thinking I’m a good person when the reality is, I’m a cold, heartless monster just trying to get on your good side.
It’s been so well orchestrated, and I’m into this so deep, I’m not even sure what the purpose was to begin with. But I’ll deny it to the end.
I mean, who are you going to believe? Me, or your lying eyes?
As well know, Sierra Williams knows more about me than anyone in the world. We’ve known each other for so long, so, I guess she knows me like the back of her hand. So it stands to reason I couldn’t continue this exceptionally long con game with Sierra watching me. The whole two interactions on twitter should tell you everything you need to know. She’s excited to face me, she’s called me a legend, and really that’s about it. But if you listen to her, we’ve apparently known each other for decades or something.
Let me just clear it up now: Up until this match was announced, I had very little knowledge of Sierra Williams career. We did not know each other, we had not interacted, and we did not wrestle in the same places. I knew she was a wrestler, and was pretty good. Now, I’m fully aware of my own reputation. People follow me, people are nice to me, and I am nice to them. Some people are rude and condescending towards me. I usually am nice to them anyway. It’s very simple with me. I try to be supportive of just about everybody. The only people that don’t get that, are people who I see, numerous times, be completely disingenuous about who they are, and how they treat people. I have no tolerance for those type of people.
And yes, I’m talking about the Current Bombshell’s champion. Because I’ve seen it, and continue to see it. She can throw up her hands and play innocent all she likes, or use whataboutism to deflect away, but it’s whatever. She knows the kind of person she is.
But that’s not who I’m facing, I’m facing the great Sierra Williams. I know, it’s odd that they seem like the same person sometimes, but what do I know?
So, if you’re keeping score at home, Sierra Williams just thinks I’m a bitch and a phony and hypocrite, all the same things that I said, about Alicia. Again, odd. But none the less, Sierra has chosen one instance, and one instance alone that proves to the world that I’m just mean, and rude. Again, for someone who is not Alicia Lukas, Sierra did a whole lot of defending of her. And then making moral judgements in the same breath, because again, a person who I have never spoken to in a face to face or social media setting is now accusing me of being a bad person. Just for the record, Amy Marshall turned her back on ME, not the other way around. But I forgave her, and we made amends. I’ve had more people than I can count try and play me for a fool, blame me for every bad thing that’s ever happened to them without any evidence, and it just goes on and on. Because, I’m an easy target, because I’m not a vast majority of people who either have to go to extreme in their words and actions to get attention. I’m just me.
But, it is a clever trap that Sierra has hoped to spring. You see, by openly questioning why Sierra would say something about someone she barely knows, Sierra can then come back and say “But what about when you did the same thing to Alicia Lukas?” The answer of course is simple, and I already pointed it out. I literally have seen, on multiple occasions, Alicia Lukas belittle and degrade people who didn’t deserve it. That is what’s known as a “pattern of behavior.” And I called Alicia out on this. This wasn’t a one off “let me just throw things at the wall and sees what makes Alicia mad” Everything I said, was and is a fact.
If Sierra wants to act as the personal lawyer for Alicia, she can do so all she likes. It just seems a little weird. So yeah, I can openly question why Sierra is choosing this one two week period as something to try and grill me on. She could have just said what she said in the tweets, but she decided to contradict herself by being so excited to face a legend, and then try and downplay everything else I’ve ever done, by just focusing on two weeks.
Two weeks is a lot, but it does not define me. But of course, we already knew that.
Besides, it would be just super easy to take one aspect of a person’s career and frame your story.
Like, I could say that for all Sierra Williams tag team success, she really is terrible as a singles wrestler in SCW. She had such a huge chance to win contendership for the SCW Bombshell’s Roulette championship, and she didn’t win. I mean, that was a big time opportunity and she blew it. And now, Sierra Williams is coming at me? I mean, what has she done lately? Go into a match with a golden opportunity and let it slip through her fingers. Why is she getting another chance at anything? Why does Mark Ward like her so much? She can’t even win a lousy triple threat match and now she’s just going to walk into Honolulu and beat ME? This is a mismatch, don’t you think? A person who’s biggest success is a tag title run, and failing to win an important triple threat match against me? I mean, maybe they really don’t like Sierra, considering her falling flat on her face a couple of weeks ago.
You see? It’s pretty easy.
But, when all you have is false equivalency, you have to work with what you have. If you want to use whataboutism some more, go for it. Sierra can easily just say “well, you lost too, so there!” Because that makes it all better, doesn’t it? And if Sierra wants to keep on defending Alicia, she can, it makes no difference to me. I can back up everything I’ve ever said about anyone, because, I don’t know how to be anything else but honest.
I mean, if you want to say that I took a shot at the people who are here now, as opposed to when I was here full time the last time, it’s just the truth. And sometimes, that hurts. The fact that Mercedes Vargas went from basic hanger-on run-of-the-mill wrestler to a grand slam winner should tell you everything you need to know about the competition level between the two time frames. You know Mercedes Vargas isn’t good. I know it, and yet, somehow, she holding all these records and winning streaks, and blah blah blah.
It could be, and should be considered, a wake-up call, for the wrestlers now, but if you wish to take it as an insult, go for it. I said what I said, and I stand by everything I’ve ever said.
And you want to know why? Because I am reminded every single time I walk into my trophy room and I see the SCW Bombshell’s title replica sitting on the mantle. It reminds that at one time, I did allow that darkness to take over. I did turn my back on everything and everyone who ever cared, because I was convinced that they didn’t. I won the SCW bombshell’s title that second time, and I tainted the championship myself. I put a black mark on my whole career in those few months. Because I didn’t do things the right way. I wasn’t honest, I wasn’t myself, and I have to live with that for the rest of my life. And I almost lost everything and everyone I ever cared about. And it eats at me. It kills me to know that I sunk that low. But because of who I am, and because of who my friends are, they brought me back. They never stopped believing in me. And in turn, I made a promise to them, to never allow that to happen again.
So yes, I can confidently stand here, and laugh off any suggestion that I’ve become the bad guy in any scenario. And to tell you the truth, Sierra Williams, isn’t the bad guy either.
She’s not bad, she’s just misguided.
This is what happens when you really, really want to get noticed, and you can’t look at your track record of success or lack thereof in this instance, for approval. You close your eyes, stamp your feet, you do something, anything you can to stand out. And this is when you reach out, grasp at straws, throw out wild accusations and use whataboutism, false equivalencies, and the like. When you reach as far as Sierra is reaching, you end up losing your balance.
I’m excited to face a legend. But she’s awful.
I’m looking forward to this match. But Roxi is just “meh”.
I would rather Sierra skip to the part where she says she’s going to kick my ass and use me as a stepping stone. Which, I assume is coming or already happened. You know, you have to commit to these things. You can’t be wishy-washy. Sierra’s sending mixed messages because the real idea, has always been that she’s got me in this trap. So anything I say in defense of myself, she can throw back at me because, I said this or that. Again, this whole thing is just a misguided attempt to stand out.
In her own mind Sierra is standing up for the whole division. She’s fighting against people holding her down or people insulting her and the rest of the bombshell’s. But let’s not say things we all know are obvious fabrications. Sierra’s only doing this for personal glory. She’s doing it because if she wins, then she’s justified in everything she’s said about me. I’m not quite sure it works like that, but she convinced herself that it’s true.
I felt like that with Cyrus. It sounded good at that time. I believed. He made so much sense. He convinced me. And I became something I wasn’t. It brought temporary success, and lasting pain. I wonder if this is really what Sierra is after. The quick fix. Give me this now, because I need it. I’ve seen it, experienced it. And I know it’s not the way to go. But obviously it’s the route Sierra Williams wants to take, and waste her talent to try and claim moral superiority, except not. Well… kind of.. I’m not even sure.
So, once again, I will take to the ring, my morals and ethics questions without validity. I will enter the ring to face another opponent who is eager to make their name at my expense. Another person, sticking their chest out and pounding on it like a gorilla because without it, she would just be another nameless, faceless female wrestler who can cling to a bunch of I “almost” did this or that. And as well know, almost doesn’t count in anything but horseshoes and hand grenades anymore.
Sierra can bark all she wants, but it’s just a poodle barking at a lion to me. It’s just noise. Just a woman trying to make a name for herself. And that, I can appreciate. But let’s just understand, that what’s going to happen is at High Stakes, I’m going to beat Sierra Williams, and move on. Sierra can think she’s going to walk into Honolulu and just have her way and I’m just the person of skill and stature for her to beat to really come on strong, but, it’s not about to go that way, unfortunately. Sierra is skilled, there is no doubt. But deep down, she knows that I’ve entertained people’s words, just like hers before. I could have sat here and treated Sierra like a nobody, a nothing, just… another opponent. I mean, if I hadn’t spoken her name, would you even know who I was talking about? No, because she’s that generic. I could have said, I swear I’ve seen that twitter handle be used by someone else far more entertaining. But, I didn’t do anything of that.
Why? Because I’m just too nice sometimes.
At High Stakes, I’m going to whoop Sierra Williams ass like her parents probably should have done a long time ago. Great match, or not, I’m not interesting in stealing the show, I’m interesting in beating Sierra’s ass, and then moving back into contention for the Bombshell’s championship, and Sierra can learn a real valuable lesson from a ring veteran:
Don’t try to be someone you’re not.
Sierra could have made this a match that we both could have enjoyed, but she decided other wise. To be a puppet for the Bombshell’s champion, and wants to be a big shot, talk a lot of trash and make this about more than what it should be. I’m just going to go ahead and shut all of that down at High Stakes. I will leave victorious, I will leave Sierra to pick up her pieces, and hopefully one day soon, she’ll cut her strings and grow a personality.
If Sierra Williams wants some, I’m not hard to find. I’ll be the one serving ass kickings and teaching lessons on how to be your own person.
A class Sierra has already failed. So ring the bell, school is about to be in session, at High Stakes.
See you all in Honolulu.
