The scene opens up after Climax Control as Keira was being checked up on by the doctor. The doctor holds the papers and was a bit confused. Keira begins to look at him as she begins to ask him.
Keira: Something the matter, doc?
The doctor finally looks at Keira and says
Doctor: Yea, besides high blood pressure, that should clear up in a little bit, of course. Your other injuries…
Keira: What about them?
Doctor: You were barely walking, but now you’re…fine.
Keira: Oh. Might be my healthy lifestyle. I mean, Yoga and intense training for my matches does help.
Doctor: I would like to just check one thing again.
The doctor holds up a finger
Doctor: Follow my finger. You looked a little dizzy out there, I just want to be sure you don’t have a concussion or any head injury.
Keira: Sure.
The doctor slowly moves his finger in front of Keira’s face, and she follows it without any issue.
Doctor: And you know your name, right?
Keira: Yea, it’s Keira.
Doctor: And you know where we are, right?
Keira: Chandigarh
The doctor finishes making notes.
Doctor: Strange, but whatever. Wait here for a few minutes and I’ll check your blood pressure again, ok?
Keira nods as the doctor exits. Right at the same time, Roxi is seen entering the room, drenched in sweat as Keira notices Roxi and whistles.
Keira: Hey, hot stuff. I mean that for real.
Roxi: Heh, behave Keira.
Roxi takes a deep breath as she says
Roxi: Are you ok?
Keira: Besides the doctor questioning me a bit and how I heal. Plus the blood pressure, which I know why. I’m ok for the moment. I got my piece of flesh.
Roxi: I could tell. I hope you don’t do all of this when it’s time for you to go for the Bombshell Internet Championship.
Keira takes a deep breath, saying
Keira: Don’t worry. I’m ready for Kayla. I’m more focused than I have ever been in a long time. You know I wanted this title for a long time. The one title that got away, continues to elude me more and more. Each match I’ve been in lately, is to warm up. You know that.
Roxi: I know, Keira. I just know what happened tonight and all–
Keira raises her hand up as she says
Keira: It’s over. Like I said, I got my piece of flesh. The rest of her is yours. Right now, Kayla is next on the list. I’m taking more than a piece of flesh. I’m taking her title at the same time. No matter what she says or does before then. Her time as Bombshell Internet Champion is coming to an end!
Roxi gives a smile over this, knowing Keira is more focused than before. The doctor returns in with the machine to check her blood pressure. Roxi gives a smirk as she says
Roxi: I’ll be out here. Tell me when you’re done.
Keira nods as the doctor gets to work on it. A moment later, Roxi is seen outside the door, waiting for Keira to come out of the doctor’s office. In that same exact moment, Keira comes out, more calm than before. She looks at Roxi, saying
Keira: I’m all good.
Roxi: Blood pressure good too?
Keira: Of course. Now, I believe we have things to get ready for.
Roxi: Yes, we do.
Keira gives a small smile, saying
Keira: Shall we go, champ?
Roxi: We shall, future champ.
The two begin to walk off as the scene fades
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The scene opens up in the private training room of Roxi and Keira. Keira was already seen hitting the heavy bag a bit, getting ready for her match against Kayla. She wanted to be champion so badly. She kept hitting it over and over with punches and kicks. She wanted to make damn sure she was ready. She gives one more back fist to it, knocking the bag hard off of the hook. It slams into the wall as Keira looks at it, breathing heavily. She then says
Keira: Damn, went a little too hard on that one.
Keira goes over and grabs her bottle of water. She feels a hand touch her shoulder as she turns her head around. She sees Roxi and says
Keira: Trying to sneak up on me, now?
Roxi: No, seeing if you were still training mostly, my love.
Keira: I was. The bag had other plans.
Roxi turns and sees the heavy bag wedged against the wall now. She then sighs, saying
Roxi: Keira, you seriously need to take it easy. I mean, you do need to focus. That’s important, but you seriously need to watch your power.
Keira: I do, I just got a little carried away.
Roxi: You’ve been doing that a little more lately in the gym. Hell, in between training the new students at Hero Academy, you’ve been hitting the weights, bags, whatever you can get your hands on!
Keira: Yea, like I said. I’m trying to get ready for Kayla. I’m making damn sure she doesn’t leave Violent Conduct with that belt.
Roxi: Well, I did tell you before that it’s important to focus and be ready. But you’re overdoing it a tad, dear.
Keira gives a little bit of a sigh as she says to Roxi
Keira: Yea, you’re right. I have been. I just want to be as ready as I’ve ever been. I want to be Bombshell Internet Champion. I NEED to be Bombshell Internet Champion. It feels like it’s eating me alive now. Almost as much as–
Roxi: –The World Bombshell Championship was?
Keira: Y-yea…
Roxi: That mindset is what is costing you as well. You were able to become World Bombshell Champion through a calm mind and focus. You can do it again. Remember, you’re facing Kayla, my dear. You’re not facing yourself. I know you want to prove it and trust me, you have over and over. But if you don’t rest for the moment, you’re going to overwork yourself and if that happens…
Roxi takes a deep breath as she says
Roxi: You’ll be easy pickings for Kayla. If that happens, then your chances of being Bombshell Internet Champion will slip away from you once again.
Keira nods at what Roxi said. She was right. She needed to stop for a bit. She needed to relax. She looks at Roxi and says
Keira: Yea. I’ll take a little bit of a break. I actually need to go get groceries today.
Roxi: There you go. Do that. It was your turn to get groceries anyway.
Keira: Right, let me shower and get ready.
Keira nods as she turns and heads to the door, more so to get ready as the scene fades.
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The scene opens up hours later as Keira was seen in her car. She was heading to the store, going to get groceries. She was thinking of all the things in her mind lately, even of what Roxi said. She begins to turn into the parking lot of the store and parks the car. She turns off the engine and sighs heavily. She then says to herself
Keira: Just get the groceries and get home. Simple. After that, I’ll rest a little bit. I’ll train again.
Keira takes another deep breath on this as she gets out of the car. She locks it and begins to walk the parking lot, towards the store. Once she gets near the store, she hears some sort of crunching, like it was some pavement getting smashed in. She turns as she notices a robot walking around. It was bending around, looking for something. Keira quickly rushes away and turns the corner, looking around to make sure no one was around. She opens up her communicator once she knew she was alone as she contacts Roxi
Keira: Hey, babe?
Roxi: Keira? What’s wrong? Why aren’t you contacting me from the phone?
Keira: Well, I would. But there’s a problem.
Roxi: What kind of a problem?
Keira: More of a…robot problem. There’s a robot wandering around. It looks like it’s searching for something.
Roxi: Hmm. Ok. Just in case, find out what it wants and just in case, try to lead it away from where you’re at.
Keira: Got it, open field. Praying it’s just non-lethal. I’ll suit up quickly.
Roxi: Right, I’ll meet you soon. Be careful, Keira.
Keira: Got it.
Keira turns away and goes to change into her costume real quick that she had hidden in her clothes. A minute later, the robot is still wandering around, grabbing a car and lifts it, looking. Keira lands right in front of the robot and says
Keira: Let me guess. Lost your way? Lost a bolt? How about we put the car down and I’ll find it for you.
The robot slowly begins to sit the car down and turns to see Keira in her Lady Kat outfit. It stares at Keira before it says
Robot: Target Identified. Lady Kat.
Keira looks confused as she says
Keira: Target wha–
The robot rushes and tackles Keira, rushing her through a building. Keira rolls a bit, coughing as she holds her ribs. She then says
Keira: Well, fine way to say no.
The robot rushes quickly and grabs Keira by her hair. It throws a few rights, hitting Keira in the face before throwing her far, making her crash through a wall of the building. Keira groans a bit from it, saying
Keira: Ok. Not a wandering robot. One that’s out to kill me, great.
Keira slowly stands up and fires a few ki blasts, hitting the robot. It backs away, but enough for Keira to say
Keira: Hey, Metal head! Want me? Come and get me!
Keira turns away from the robot and begins to fly away. As she flies, she notices that the robot was now doing the same, keeping up with the same speed Keira was flying at. She sees a spot and turns to see it gone. She stops in mid-air, asking
Keira: Where did it g–
All of a sudden, the robot hits a huge kick to Keira’s face. Keira flies down, hitting the ground hard from it. Keira groans even more as she slowly begins to get up from it. She sees the robot land as Keira breathes heavily, asking
Keira: Ok, bag of bolts. Mind telling me what you are and what I might have done to you to warrant you wanting to beat the ever loving crap out of me?
Robot: The Model One programmed unit. Specializing in termination of superheroes.
Keira: Glad I asked.
Model One: You are the target, and you must be terminated.
Keira: I think you’ll find I don’t go down so easily!
Keira increases her strength, speed and durability with a power up. Now she is easily able to dodge the Model One’s attacks, flipping through the air and kicking the unit in the back of the head, sending it clean off.
Keira: Like I said, not so easy.
Model One: Commencing repairs….
Keira: Oh no you don’t.
Keira blasts the head of the unit with her energy, causing it to explode, and then uses a speed attack to use her energy to go right through the body of the unit, causing it to explode. Keira surveys the damage.
Keira: Well, that takes care of - oof!
Suddenly, Keira is attacked by an identical unit, that has shown up.
Keira: Was there a sale somewhere I missed?
Model One: The fight is not over.
Keira: I can see that.
The second unit attacks, this time increasing its own speed and durability, and is on par with 1st power up Keira. The robot moves almost like a human, it fights so well, causing Keira to take a step back, and now block attacks, which actually hurt her arms to do so, but she does manage to disarm the unit, tearing it’s arms off and kicking it away.
Keira: I don’t know who sent you, but they’re gonna have to try harder than that!
Model One: Commencing repairs.
Wires and connectors extend out of the arm sockets and grabs the removed arms and then re-attach them.
Keira: AND you can repair yourself. Great.
Keira doesn’t let the unit complete the repairs, taking the arms off again, pressing her legs and feet against the unit’s chest and forcing it to the ground, and destroying the head with another energy blast.
Keira: I’m already getting tired of this…
Above Keira, another two units are landing, and three more are headed in towards the open area.
Keira: You’ve got to be kidding me!
Model One: This is no joke. You will be terminated.
All the units speak in unison, which Keira makes a mental note of.
Keira: If you don’t want to fight fair, there’s not going to be a fight at all!
Keira again increases her skills with a second power up, this time she’s so fast that the units can’t seem to keep their eyes on her to track her, and one by one, she destroys the five units in rapid succession. She quickly looks around at the pile of broken and destroyed robots and grabs a piece of it, before another unit shows up, but by this point, Keira is starting to get tired from the energy use.
Keira: This… is just not my day.
Model One: You will be terminated.
Keira charges, and blasts through the unit, destroying it instantly, but now, Keira is very tired as two more units arrive.
Keira: How many of these things are there?!
Keira stands to fight, but then another unit shoulder checks her from behind, and Keira takes blows from all 3 units, laying on the ground in pain. Keira slowly stands up and starts to back away.
Keira: Need… to heal…
Suddenly, Roxi appears, as Lady Bedlam, behind the units and shouts down.
Roxi: Is this a private party? Or can I join too?
The 3 units look at Roxi, and decide to simply ignore her, focusing on continuing to advance on Keira, but Roxi lands in front of Keira to keep herself between Keira and the units.
Roxi: So… you didn’t tell me there were three robots?
Keira: There’s… more… We have to go.
Keira stands up, taking a breath before unleashes a massive energy attack that Roxi has to dodge out of the way to avoid. Keira is extremely tired at this point and the units are heavily damaged, but remain functioning.
Model One: Commencing repairs.
Roxi: Oh, that’s not good.
Roxi finishes off the robots, while Keira is breathing heavily.
Keira: We… need to leave… more will show up.
Roxi: Alright, I got you.
Roxi gets a hold of Keira and helps her to her feet, before helping her fly away, just as another unit arrives to the field, but cannot track where Roxi and Keira are off too.
Roxi: So… what was that?
Keira: I… don’t… know…
Keira tries to not pass out from this. She then says in a weak tone
Keira: Get… get us… home. Need to… to rest.
Roxi: I am.
The two fly off home as the scene fades
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A day later, after some rest. Keira is seen in the basement. She holds onto a piece of the unit she got it from during the fight as she begins to put it in the analyzer to see where it came from. She sits down and begins to write down the notes on the computer. Roxi is seen coming in as she sees Keira working. She gets close to her as Keira says
Keira: If you’re wondering how I am, Roxi, I’m fine.
Roxi: Are you sure?
Keira: I’m healed. The only thing injured right now is my pride.
Keira hears a few beeps as she says
Keira: The data’s halfway through the system, can you enter the input while I analyze this further?
Roxi: Sure, you mind telling me what that was all about anyway?
Keira: Run into robots, robots attack.
Roxi: Yes, but you told me there was one robot, and I come to the field and there’s about 15 of them.
Keira: It’s like their were sent in waves. I don’t know. I tried to lure the one into an area where it was safe, and then next thing I know, I’m getting swarmed.
Roxi: So, what were they after?
Keira: Me.
Roxi: Oh, that does explain a lot.
Keira: Very funny. I’ve been targeted for termination.
Roxi: So… do I have to send your dad back through time to save the future?
Keira: Shut up. It’s not like that. I… I actually don’t know what it’s like. Which is why I need the input to figure out where the hell they came from. Because they’re going to keep looking for me.
Keira gives a sigh on this
Keira: Once they find me again. It could be anywhere else. Theater, arenas where we wrestle or…
Keira clenches her fist but Roxi sees it and grabs it, saying
Roxi: We’ll find out. Don’t worry.
The analyzer finishes as it sends the info onto a folder. Keira sees it and says
Keira: Ok, where do you come from you mechanical menace.
Keira opens it and sees the info. It tells the info and where the material comes from. Keira sees it and screams out.
Keira: HAMILTON!? OF COURSE IT’S HAMILTON! WHY AM I NOT SURPRISED!?
Keira stands up and kicks the chair to the other side of the room. She then says in anger
Keira: She’s still doing this! Did she not learn her lesson the last time!?
Roxi: She’s kinda hell-bent on killing us. I mean, you more so than me, but… you get my point.
Keira: This isn’t a joke, Roxi. I’m tired of Heather! I’m tired of her messing with me!
Roxi: Okay, calm down. Bad joke, I know. But the original Hamilton building has been demolished and the underground lab was destroyed. So they must be operating out of a new place.
Keira: But where? Can you look at the rest for the moment? I need water real quick.
Roxi nods as Keira goes to the fridge and grabs the water. As she opens and drinks it, Roxi looks through the info as Keira stands beside her
Keira: What does it say? Maybe a clue to where it might be?
Roxi: Some of these compounds are extremely rare. The plastics, metal and alloys are not commonly combined. And…it has some weird oil traces.
Keira: Oil? What kind of oil? Please tell me it’s not using motor oil. Then again, this is Heather, it wouldn’t surprise me at this point!
Roxi: No, it’s not motor oil, it has the composition of crude oil.
Keira: Weird. Where would you find crude oil like that to power up a machine of death?
Roxi: You can run anything on crude oil, there’s too much crap in it. But these are trace amounts. Meaning… this could come from an oil rig.
Keira begins to think for a moment on where one could be. She then asks
Keira: Isn’t there one off the coast of Florida, last time I checked or am I way off the ball park with this one?
Roxi: There’s a long line of area on the west coast of Florida that’s reserved for it.
Keira: Yeah, a long line, but… that’s a start. Okay, plan forming.
Roxi: I’m all ears.
Keira: Why don’t we wait til later tonight and see if one of those units stops the search for the night. As it leaves, we conceal ourselves, power and all and follow it back to it’s point of origin. If I’m correct, it’s using one of the rigs to fuel itself. Once we find the rig it came from, we find the core of the units!
Roxi: Sounds like a plan to me.
Keira: Good. We best get some rest. I wanted to train some more. But as long as those things are around. I’m not going to get anything done.
Roxi: You sure you’re going to be okay?
Keira: To be honest, not really. But I’m tired of this, Roxi. Tired of everything always ruining what I want to do. Whether it's in the ring or my own life. Mentally, I’m not fine. Physically, I’ll be fine enough to take down Hamiliton’s new toys.
Keira looks at Roxi
Keira: Or did you mean something else?
Roxi: Just in general. I know you have a lot on your plate. We both do. Just rest up, and we’ll put your plan into action.
Keira nods as she leans in, kissing Roxi on the lips. She turns and goes to the door so she can head upstairs to her and Roxi’s bed for a nap as the scene fades.
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I don’t make any bones about what happened last week. I am not going to sit by while someone mentions my son’s name. My son isn’t a part of the SCW roster. He does not wrestle here, and there is no reason at all to bring him, other than wanting me, or my wife, to hurt you. There was no need for that to happen. I said it before, I didn’t care about winning or losing that match. Because that match wasn’t about winning or losing. It was about making sure people understand that they should not push me, or my wife, to that level. I told Masque I was going to beat her ass, and if the referees hadn’t stopped me, I would have ended her career. Point blank. I hope Masque enjoys the win, because I’m really going to enjoy watching her get her ass beat again.
Like I said, last week wasn’t about winning, in two weeks, it will be all about winning. I got out a lot of aggression, but I have saved a lot of it to use on Kayla Richards at Violent Conduct. Because she, much like everyone else has seen fit to try and deny me the one thing I have left to really accomplish.
I am just getting so sick of dealing with basically the same person all the time. And they say the same things all the time. Here, let me spell it out, let me show you right now. I am NOT Roxi Johnson. I’m not. I don’t have red hair, or tattoos. I’m not a four-time Bombshell’s champion. I have not done everything my wife has done. I don’t know how much more I can say it, and have it fall of deaf ears.
Yea, I get it, we’re married. She’s my wife, we are linked forever. But Team Hero has not teamed up in over a year. I’ve won the Bombshell’s championship on my own. I won the Roulette championship for the second time, on my own. I’ve stepped into the ring with monsters, with legends, with hall of famers and I have come out on top, on my own. I shouldn’t have to constantly hear the same thing from every single person I face.
“You’re the sidekick”
“You’re in Roxi’s shadow.”
I’m sorry, what combination of couples have both been at the top of the Bombshell’s ladder? Team Hero, and Sel and Crystal. That’s it. No, everybody, you’re right, I’m not Roxi, but seriously, who is? Who has done all the things my wife has done? That list is really fucking small. So, you know what? If you want to say I’m not my wife, but compare me to her, I’ll take that as a damned compliment at this stage. Maybe that will stop this nonsense of comparing me and my wife.
I know what I am capable of, and I know that I am good enough to be a champion, I am good enough to be at the top. Because I was. But I’m not even shooting for that now, because I’ve been there, and I’m happy with how that happened. There is only one thing left for me to do. Finally make the “one that got away” that final piece of the puzzle.
All I want to do at this point is complete the grand slam. Just to have that in my resume. It’s already filled quite a bit, but I guess I’m something of a collector, and just to have that championship is the biggest thing in my wrestling career I have left. One final hurdle to get over. And I was so close last time. So very close and on that day, Kayla Richards got the better of me.
It’s been the story of my chase, my quest to become the damn champion. Get so close, ever so close. So close I can taste it, and then, just like that, it goes away. It’s gone and I have to start all over again. The fact is I don’t know how many more times I can do this. I’m aware of how many chances I’ve got and each and every time I have failed. So really, how many more times is there going to be a shot for me? I know what my future is, I’ve already set it up. I was content with not having achieved that dream of the grand slam, knowing the level of talented women who held it, but once my wife won it, and then freed it up, I had to take that chance. And once again, I was so close, and then I didn’t get the job done. And now, maybe this is it.
I just want this so badly, and I don’t even really care about the length of a title run because I’ll have achieved what I wanted to. People ragged on me when I won the SCW world title because I guess my reign wasn’t long enough. Even when I win, there’s always something to rag on me about. I could walk on water and people would just say it’s because I can’t swim at this point. But it just never stops, it’s like I’m facing the same person over and over again.
I didn’t want to think that you would be that person also, Kayla, but you obviously are. I didn’t want to get too into this with you, but to hell with it. I’ll just admit the truth that I am not my wife, and you can think what you want about me. I’m no good, a flash in the pan, I’m not a true champion because I haven’t had long reigns as the champion. But what’s that going to make you if I beat you? You’ve had a short reign. And it’s already coming to an end. You have to face me, so,you can prove yourself to all these people who hate my guts and want to see me fail, and like the echo chamber they are, they will hope you succeed.
But when you lose? When the title is no longer yours and YOU are the reason that terrible Keira completed the grand slam? What will you say then? For all the talk about bringing the title prestige again, and how you need to keep it away from people who are just going to lose it in 3 weeks, what does that say about you, when YOU are that person? You can have all these grand plans for the Internet title, but when it’s all said and done, you’re going to be the thing that you’re trying to stop. That must suck to realize that for everything you’re going to say about me, if you don’t win, you will become everything you’re insulted since you got here.
And I know, when I lose the championship at whatever point, it will be you chiming in and calling me a bad champion or whatever, because it seems to be a thing that everyone needs to say about me. But then again, if it was someone like me holding the championship for a long time, then someone like you comes in and says “she’s killing the title by holding it too long.” So, you tell me Kayla, what is an acceptable length of holding a championship? Tell me how long I need to hold a title to be considered a champion. Do you consider yourself one right now? Because if you do, then you can’t call me a flash in the pan because I’ve held titles longer than you in this company. Do I have to get through a title defense? I’ve done that plenty of times. Is it the quality of the opponents maybe? Have I not beaten credible enough opponents for you?
What is it, Kayla? What makes the Hive mind all have the singular thought to bring me down and hope that I don’t achieve anything? What have I not done enough for you? I’m baffled at this point as to what I have left to do to show that I belong. How many more times do I have to prove myself? Who do I have to beat? What mountain must I climb? Are the rigors of fighting for chance after chance and getting to the spot I’m at not good enough? Was beating Crystal Hilton, Krystal Wolfe, Alicia Lukas, or my own wife not good enough for you? I did all those things, and yet people like you act like I’ve done nothing, or that I’m only who I am because of my wife. It’s time I put that shit to bed. For good.
I understand that I’m not the most popular person. I try my best to fit in, but that doesn’t always work for me. I say the wrong things, I do the wrong things, and maybe I rub people the wrong way. I don’t mean to go out of my way to do that. I can understand that making mistakes or doing something that people dislike is enough. But that is the 2nd part of the hive mind mentality that you have now joined Kayla. I’m not a good enough wrestler, or I’m not popular enough. Or both.
Thing is, you don’t have to like me. You don’t have to like the person I am, or the bad jokes I make, or anything like that. You don’t have to like me as a wrestler. Maybe I don’t do enough moves or whatever. Nobody is saying that you have to like anything about me.
Just like I don’t have to like anything about you.
I don’t like your attitude towards championships. I don’t like your attitude towards anybody on this roster. I don’t like that your defining characteristic is “wrestler”. I don't like your generic face or your generic trash talk. I don’t like that you currently have the Bombshell’s Internet championship around your waist. But the difference between us is that I’m primed to do something about my issues with you. Now granted, I can’t fix your personality, I can’t fix your opinions, but I can fix you wearing the Bombshell Internet Championship.
And that’s what’s going to happen at Violent Conduct. You can call me whatever it is you want to call me, you can say whatever you want, but after Violent Conduct, you can say that I beat you, and you can call me a GRAND. SLAM. CHAMPION.
