Last week was another victory for none other than Roxy Nova. Cady graciously became my stepping stone into my reign of greatness. Okay, maybe not greatness, but I’m becoming something. I’m going to make a real name for myself and give myself a reason to be looked as a as potential legend one day. After working my way past Cady, I was shocked to see the leap I was given, as now I am facing the much respected Ranma. Unfortunately, he is teamed up with the fail brigade, Q.C. Thug and Nick Ryan. Really, what was Shank thinking when he did this match? Roxy Nova, Mia Sanchez and James Raven against A cocky bastard, an illiterate moron, and a pretty good wrestler? It doesn’t really match up. This means that it’s really Ranma vs. the Prophecy. Every one thinks that this match belongs to Ranma. I’d like to kindly disagree, as most people who say this are fucking idiots whose loss record triples their wins.
You see, I could trash Thug up, down, left and right, but what’s the point? Everyone knows what Thug is; a complete and total failure. Thug likes to think he is a real gangster and that he is some sort of threat. This is obviously wrong, as Thug has faced me several times and has been destroyed each time. You’re lucky you’re teamed up with Ranma, since that’s the closest you’ll ever get to a win.
As for Nick Ryan…I’m sick of him trying to anally rape my friend James. Nick thinks he’s something special…so why does he disappear every time he is threatened or loses? He has nothing to show for himself, no skills and no real talent. I’m not concerned with him, because honestly, my manager in this match will destroy Nick. Nick is a mess of life, plain and simple.
Ranma is skilled, but he is over rated. Ranma seems to think that he can do anything, beat anyone; he thinks he’s God! Ranma, news flash: You have met your match. Mia and myself are not these little girls you seem to think we are. We plan on going above and beyond what we usually do and will destroy you. I have no problem admitting you’re good, but also have no problem letting you know that you’re not getting the win you assume you’re getting from this match. You think you’re something special, Ranma. But you see, I’m Roxy Nova, and I don’t play no games. You’ll learn a lesson or two about underestimating me really quickly.
You know, after this match, I have to worry about Spice One. Not about fighting him; He doesn’t concern me. I have to avoid his many attempts at raping me. Spice has explained and exploited himself and his fixation on me. Luckily, I am after him during the United States title. This sick, perverted, over rated asshole thinks he is going to not only beat me, but apparently he also plans to “de flower” me. This poor soul has a warped mind if he really thinks he is going to win. I mean, seriously? What makes him think he has any skills to even beat QC Thug? Shit, RBI was a challenge for him! My fire from this match will surely grow to kick his sick ass out of the ring.
Recap: Roxy went out with James and Mia to a club. The girl she met from the coffee shop was there, and has taken quite a liking to Roxy.
Lauren: Come home with me.
Roxy: What?!
Lauren: Come home with me tonight.
Roxy: Um, I don’t think so.
Lauren: What?
Roxy: I’m not that kind of girl.
Lauren: And you assume I am?
Roxy: Well, you’re asking a still sort of stranger to come home with you…
Lauren: I feel like we connect really well already though.
Roxy: Well, I think that connection ends at hanging out tomorrow by this point. But going home with you…I don’t think so.
Lauren: Alright, alright. I respect that.
Roxy: Okay, cool.
Lauren: So where are we staying?
Roxy: What?
Lauren: I mean, if not my place, I’m assuming yours.
Roxy: What are you talking about?!
Lauren: I’m going to call a cab to take us to your place.
Roxy: No. You’re not getting it…I’m not taking you home.
Lauren: What the fuck? Why?
Roxy: I have other plans…
Lauren: I don’t get what your problem is.
Roxy: Look, I can’t take you home! I-
James: She’s coming to my place. I need her to help me with some stuff early in the morning. Sorry girl.
I turned around to see James with Mia. Thank GOD he interrupted me. He was my savior.
Lauren: Oh! Okay girl. I get it. That’s all you had to say.
Roxy: Yeah…I wish that’s all I knew to say…
James: Well, anyway, you read to go, Roxy?
Roxy: Yes! Most definitely. It was nice seeing you, Lauren.
Lauren: I hope to see you soon.
She leaned in to kiss me, and I just hugged her. I didn’t mind it before, but now she seemed sort of crazy. Mia grabbed my hand and I was taken out of the club. I was still pretty drunk, so walking was a bit difficult. Mia kept a hold on me.
James: So Roxy…you realize you hooked up with a crazy girl who was probably going to try to rape you?
Roxy: Oh James…I fail at girls.
Mia: Well let’s hope that if you end up working with her, that she forgets you.
Roxy: I hope she falls off a cliff into a new world…with blue aliens.
James: I wish I could blame that comment on the alcohol, but you’d probably say that regardless.
Roxy: Blame it on the ah-ah-ah-ah….alcohol. Hmm. I like that song.
Mia: Of course you do.
Roxy: Oh you…you’re getting smart ass remarks like James. I’m proud!
James laughed, and grabbed onto me. I must’ve been stumbling a bit. Thank the lord who I don’t know if I believe in that I have amazing friends. Fuck drinking. I will probably drink again.
We arrived to his apartment, and he decided it would be best if I really did stay there for the night. After drinking a few glasses of water, I laid on the couch and was completely knocked out.
“Blood is everywhere! But these two girls just won’t quit, and no one will dare try to stop them! This is a fight to the death!”
I tried to block her blows, but she kept coming at me, full force. I finally jumped to the side and quickly gave her a blow to her ribs. She flinched for a moment, but seemed almost unaffected. She was insane. Absolutely insane. There was no way I could take her down. No fucking way. But if I didn’t try, she would kill me. I would literally be torn to pieces. Her eyes were on fire, and her fists were steel as they pounded me into the ground. I tried to block her; I tried to escape. I didn’t want to win: I wanted to live. I was scared; I was so fucking scared.
She suddenly stopped throwing punches, and pulled me up by my neck. She looked me dead in the eye, staring, like she was reading into me. She gave me a terrible grin, and pushed her mouth to mine. I felt a flame run through my body, and she kept me pressed against her bloody lips. My lips were torn up from her fists, and feeling hers burned such an intense and amazing burn. Her hands were so tight around my neck, I could barely breathe. I began to shake from lack of oxygen when she threw me back down to the mat. She loomed over me, and smiled yet again in such an eerie way. She then lifted a dragger over her head. I squirmed, trying to escape her attack, but I was too slow and she plunged it into my stomach.
“Tomoko went in for the kill! Tomoko killed Roxy Nova!”
I sat up, sweating and shaking. I looked around, realizing I was in James’s living room. It was light out, so I looked at the clock on his wall. 9am. What kind of dream was that? Tomoko? Really? I never thought of her outside the ring. She took me down during our match with the Un-Stable, but other than that, she never really crossed my mind. Now she’s kissing me and killing me in my dreams?
It must have some hidden meaning. I was always into dream interpretation, I wonder what this could mean? I would definitely have to look into it.
James walked into the room, stretching and looking very tired. He stopped and looked over at me.
James: No hangover?
Roxy: No actually.
James: …you’re such a dyke.
He went into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of juice. He gulped it down quickly and poured some more in.
James: What’s the matter? You look weird.
Roxy: I had a strange dream.
James: Oh goody. Do tell.
He came in and sat down.
Roxy: It’s strange…really strange…I’m almost embarrassed to talk about it.
James: Well I’m sure I’ll make fun of it, but at least I won’t tell anyone!
Roxy: Haha true. Okay. Basically, I was getting my ass whooped in the ring by…a girl wrestler.
James: Who? Mia? Orchid?
Roxy: Just hold on. I’ll get to it. So she beat me down…and then grabbed my face and started like hard core making out with me.
James: Shit! Is this a sex dream?!
Roxy: No not at all. Cause then she threw me down and stabbed me to death.
James: What the fuck?
Roxy: I know, right?
James: So who was “she”?
Roxy: You really want to know?
James: Duh.
Roxy: Tomoko…?
James: Seriously?! Why?! You’ve never spoken to her except when you had to actually fight her. That’s it. And she’s not even gay… I don’t even know if she likes boys! Hmm, Does she like any sex?
Roxy: I know! That’s what I don’t get either.
James: That is strange…heh…did you kiss Elmo too?
Roxy: Fuck you, James.
James: Hahah! You knew it was coming. But anyway, that is really strange.
Roxy: Think it means something?
James: Maybe. I’m not into that shit though. Anyway, I think we should forget it for now, since you got to get ready for your match tonight!
Roxy: Oh shit…I forgot all about Cady. Man, I am so lucky I didn’t get hung over.
James: Yes…that’s why I made sure you drank a lot of water. But I think you and I should go to the gym since we are magically awake in the morning, and you can rest during the afternoon.
Roxy: Alright, good idea. What about Mia?
James: Oh she has to do…girl things today before her match. We don’t understand those kind of things.
Roxy: Haha that’s right!
I got up and went to get dressed when I realized I was still in my clothes from the night before. I decided a change of clothes was necessary, and headed to my apartment. When I walked into the door, I was hit with a heat wave. I definitely needed to open some windows or get a fan. As I went around my apartment, opening each window, I saw a girl standing outside, staring at me. She was little, with long black hair and big blue eyes. She just stood there, staring. Wow, kids are so strange. I turned around to get a book to keep the window open with. When I went back to the window, she was gone.
I stood for a moment, feeling confused. I look around outside, but she was nowhere in sight. I shrugged it off and went to my bed room to get dressed. I threw on some sweats, grabbed a water out of the fridge, and went to meet up with James at the gym.
Working out isn’t as much fun the day after you drink, even if you aren’t hung over. James was moving quickly and easily, while I was sluggish. I can’t be like this in the ring, I need to perk up! I kept moving, kept throwing punches and running. I needed this win. I had to prove that I was going to go above and beyond the Roxy people used to love. I needed to work the rust off.
After a few hours of working out, James and I decided it was quitting’ time and headed out.
Roxy: I’m hungry as hell.
James: Me too. Wanna get something to eat?
Roxy: Subway?!
James: Something tells me I don’t have much of a choice.
Roxy: Nope!
We headed to Subway, and devoured our subs as if we hadn’t eaten in days. I could tell James was thinking about his match since he wasn’t so chatty. I, on the other hand, couldn’t keep my mind in any one place. That stupid dream kept coming into my mind. I don’t like Tomoko…well, not like that anyway. I don’t think her being in the dream was a literal thing, but more symbolic. I don’t know. I really don’t.
But Cady should be my focus right now. He’s going to be a bit tougher than the jobbers I’m used to facing. But I wasn’t too concerned. I really didn’t feel like my all needed to be put into this, as bad as that sounds.
James: Ready to go?
Roxy: What?
James: You’re spacing out hard core. Ready to go? Get some rest before your match.
Roxy: Um, yeah. Let’s bounce.
James walked me to my apartment and then headed off to his own. I got into my house and collapsed onto the couch. I closed my eyes, mentally preparing for the match tonight.
... ... ...
“And Roxy Nova looks like she is facing the end of her career as a real wrestler takes her down!”
“What career? You act like she actually had one!” I couldn’t see. My vision was completely black. All I could do was feel my body take blow after blow and taste blood in my mouth. I was completely helpless, and felt myself collapse to the mat.
???: You’re done for.
The voice felt like a stab to my chest. I knew this voice.
Roxy: J…james?
???: You’re not worthy to be in the ring.
I heard him breathing heavily and I felt a sharp pain to my stomach. I cried out, but the crowd cheered so loud that my voice was not heard.
I shot up. I was on my couch still. Another fucked up dream. What was wrong with me?
I looked at the clock and realized I had to get to the arena as quickly as possible. I threw on my jacket, grabbed my outfit, and caught a cab.
A few hours later…
Roxy is going to do the super nova! Roxy tucks his head between her thighs, then hooks both of his arms and front flips across the ring, pulling him with her modified Canadian Destroyer! Cady is out cold in the middle of the ring!!! Roxy hooks his neck and legs together, and the referee makes the count!!!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
And the winner is…Roxy Nova! I looked around, seeing the crowd roar for my win. It felt wonderful. I looked over at Tomoko, who showed up with a fold up chair and watched my entire match. I didn’t notice her at first, but during my match, I saw a glimpse of her and I almost lost focus. She was looking at me with a sort of glare. Did she like the match? What did she really think?
I wanted to believe that Tomoko was impressed by my match; I wanted to believe she thought I had true skill. But by the look on her face, she thought nothing of the sort. I watched her fold up her chair and leave. My lip throbbed as I watched her disappear into the darkness. I sort of felt ashamed. What would it take to impress her? What would it take to be on her level? And more importantly, why did I care so much about she thought? I’ve never cared before about anyone’s thoughts on my wrestling. I mean, I will take advice and criticism from James, and respect anyone who respects me, but something about Tomoko made me want to be superior. I wanted to be impressive when she was around. This victory felt empty because of her reaction. I wanted to go after her and just ask “What do I need to do to impress you?!”, but I wouldn’t want to see insane or needy. Plus, she still sort of scares me. And with my dream and her appearing in it, I was so consumed with what Tomoko had to do with my life, if anything.
I hopped out of the ring and headed to the locker room. I sat there, feeling good about the match, but not as good as I should have felt about winning. What would it take to feel like I really have skills?
I cleaned up, and went to watch the rest of the matches.
The next day…
A piercing loud noise woke me up. I looked to see it was my dysfunctional cell phone. I didn’t recognize the number, but couldn’t imagine anyone I knew who would call me at 9am.
Roxy: Hello?
Kim: Hi my name is Kim, I’m calling from Spot Coffee looking for Roxanne Ferraro?
Roxy: Speaking.
Kim: Hi, I’m calling regarding the application you put in a couple days ago.
I shot right up.
Roxy: Yes, hi! How may I help you?
Kim: Well, I’d like you to come in for an interview today. Could you be here by noon?
Roxy: Yes of course.
Kim: Great! See you then.
I jumped out of bed excitedly. I needed something to occupy me, and was so excited for this interview! Even though I probably should have slept more, there was no way I could stay asleep now. I got up and headed to the shower. I opened the bathroom door and nearly fainted as I screamed so loud. I fell backwards and smashed to the ground. Some little bitch was standing in my bathroom! I stood up, ready to pound her to the ground, and I realized no one was there. I rubbed my eyes and looked around, stunned that I had imagined a little girl in my bathroom. I went into my living room and sat down, trying to figure out what was wrong with me for seeing things that weren’t there. Were these things ghosts? Oh my God, was I seeing ghosts?
My cell phone rang just then, and it scared me half to death. Shit, was this about to be like the movie The Ring? Did I have 7 days left?
I looked to see it was James. I was really being silly.
Roxy: James! I’m being haunted!
James: What?
Roxy: Can you come over?
James: Right now? I was just calling to see if you saw the new card yet…
Roxy: NOW! Please come over now!!
James: Can’t I come at like, noon?
Roxy: No! I have an interview then!
James: Oh really? For where?
Roxy: Come over!!!
James: Okay, okay! I will!
I hung up and looked around feeling uncomfortable. I quickly put on the Disney Channel so there was some noise in the room. I was not liking this business. I tried to relax and watch Sonny With A Chance, which was a comedy show staring Demi Lovato. Yes, I threw a Demi Lovato plug in. Suck it.
I did love Demi Lovato. I tried to concentrate on the fact that I wished she was 18 instead of the fact that I was being haunted by a demonic phantom.
Soon the door bell rang, and I rushed over to the door. I opened it a small amount just to make sure it was really James. He looked at me like I was crazy.
James: What the fuck are you doing?
Roxy: Shh, you gotta be careful coming in. We are amongst others.
James: What?
Roxy: Just rush in! Hurry!
James came in looking confused and pissed off. He casually walked over and sat on my couch and I frantically ran around.
James: Roxy! What is going on?
I stopped and turned to him.
Roxy: Okay, listen. We are not alone right now.