Post by Roxy Cotton on Dec 17, 2018 16:33:55 GMT -5
PRECIOUS THINGS
The scene opens with a loud crash. Glass shattering. Furniture slamming into walls and doors. Vinnie Lane stands outside of a closed door, trying to turn a knob that is clearly locked, as a hulking muscular woman stands nearby with her arms folded.
“Baby? Babe? Can I come in yet?”
Vinnie’s answer comes in the form of another loud clattering against the door hard enough to make the rock n’ rolling wrestling megastar hop back in surprise. He looks over at the large woman, the same one Roxy had with her at Night of Glory, and sees the corner of her mouth twitch upward just slightly. Probably the closest the woman can come to smiling.
“She just… you know, surprised me, dude! I wasn’t scared.”
A huge shattering sound echoes from behind the door and Vinnie spins around, jumping off of his feet like a scared rabbit.
“Babe?! Was that the ceiling mirror? BABE?”
From the other side of the door that Vinnie now finds himself leaning against and knocking on furiously, a high pitched wail of a scream emanates that could only be accurately compared to nails on a chalkboard.
“Honey please relax… can we just, like, talk about it or something dude? I don’t want you to hurt yourself in there with all the broken glass… and… well that mirror cost a lot of money and…”
Suddenly, the door swings open inward, causing Vinnie to nearly fall flat on his face. He regains his balance enough to only stumble a little though and then quickly finds himself face to face with his fiancée, the notorious bombshell Roxy Cotton.
Although the sounds that had come from within the bedroom would suggest an exorcism had been taking place, Roxy looks perfect from head to toe. Not a hair is out of place on her head and every bit of makeup is painted to exquisite detail. Her dress is immaculate. And she’s smiling.
“We have plenty of money, baby.”
Roxy leans forward and kisses Vinnie lightly on his lips, with him remaining frozen in either confusion or terror the entire time. Her six inch stilettos have them eye to eye as she asks him quietly, without even glancing toward the woman standing nearby.
“Why is SHE here?”
“Babe, she was worried about you. We all were. Like, after what happened at the pay per view…”
“You mean what she LET happen?”
Roxy says it with her index finger pointing out like a dagger towards the woman, a visual exclamation point to go along with the way she spit out the word ‘she.’
“Well, Rox, come on…”
“Come on? Come on, Vinnie? Did you watch it or not?”
“Yeah, totally, I always watch, you know that, but… look, Maxine did what shecould…”
“MAXINE? Oh, what are you two friends now? Vinnie, is there anything else you might want to tell me? Do you want to maybe fuck MAXINE tonight instead of your centerfold of a fiancé?”
“No of course not, I just-“
“You just WHAT, Vinnie? Just want to stand here and look me in the eye and make excuses for my FORMER employee?”
“Oh, dude, you’re gonna fire her for that? That’s way harsh, man…”
Roxy’s expression grows momentarily enraged, but she gathers herself enough to finally turn toward her (former?) bodyguard, Maxine, and look up into her face.
“You were fucking WORTHLESS out there at Night of Glory! What the fuck do you think I was paying you for? I was paying you to make sure I came out of that match WITH MY CHAOS CHAMPIONSHIP! It was all set and perfect and all you had to do was NOT fuck it all up!”
Maxine stands with her arms folded over her chest, not reacting whatsoever to Roxy raging in front of her.
“Don’t just fucking stand there and STARE at me, god damn it! What do you have to say for yourself? Tell me why I shouldn’t sue you to get that money I paid you back? You FAILED! You breached your contract by not doing the ONE THING you were being paid to do! SAY SOMETHING!”
Maxine takes a deep breath while Roxy hisses her demand for a reply over and over again. Finally, she opens her mouth to respond, but before she can get a word out Roxy’s hand slices through the air and cracks across Maxine’s cheek in a massive, whip cracking slap.
Maxine’s head doesn’t turn a millimeter, and Vinnie’s jaw drops nearly to the floor as he stares aghast at what he’s just witnessed. Instinctively he gets between his woman and the gigantic human being she’s just assaulted, trying to defuse and defend her.
“OH! Dude, dude, no, come on Rox… Maxine, please don’t murder her, she must have slipped or something, I know she didn’t mean it Roxygoddammitwhatareyoudoing??? Get over here…”
Vinnie then grabs Roxy by her wrist and drags her around a corner from where Maxine still stands with her arms folded, having not moved a muscle since the slap.
“Are you trying to get yourself killed, dude? Fuck, look at her, are you trying to get ME killed? That woman is a fucking GOLEM, Roxy, why on Earth would you ever put hands on her?”
“I wanted her to know her place before I had security throw her out of my house!”
“Her place? Roxy her place was about to be standing on top of us both, jumping up and down while we pissed and cried. And what the hell do you think security is going to do here? Did you hire the Avengers to work security detail? Because if not, our guys aren’t throwing that chick anywhere!”
“Vinnie! Stop lecturing me! Let me go back out there and finish what I started!”
“Dude… look, listen to me… don’t you have a hug battle royal coming up? With Tolson, among others?”
“Yes, you know I do.”
“Okay, well… battle royals are no-DQ just like cage matches, right? And this thing has huge implications, title implications, right?”
“Yes.”
“Well I think you should give Max a second chance.”
“MAX?!?”
“Maxine! Sorry, whatever, just hear me out… she’s a fucking monster, dude, imagine how much help she can be at ringside for you in this thing! She could help make sure you don’t get anywhere close to hitting that ringside floor!”
“I don’t NEED help to win against Sam Tolson or anyone else…”
“No, no, of course you don’t baby, I know that… but why not use every tool in the kit, you know what I mean? Why not use the advantages you have? You already paid her a bunch of money, let’s turn this thing around and get a little return on that investment. If you toss her now, you get nothing for it.”
“I get to feel better.”
“Yeah? You want to feel better or you want to be the next LAW Marquee Champion?”
Roxy, her mouth screwed tight into an angry pout, silently fumes for a second while Vinnie maintains his strong eye contact, blue to her green, until she finally breaks away and stomps her heel down onto the hardwood floor.
“Fine!”
“Yeah? See babe, it’s a great idea…”
Roxy walks right past him mid-sentence, back to where Maxine still stands, cracking her knuckles loudly.
“Listen here, bitch… you get ONE more chance to earn that money I paid you. ONE MORE. And if you don’t make sure I walk out of LAW #73 as the top contender for that Marquee Title… I’ll… I’ll…”
Roxy begins to sputter a little bit just as Vinnie returns to the area. She sees him walking up and points at him, regaining her venomous tone.
“If you don’t make it happen, VINNIE will kick your ass for me!”
“Wait… what?”
“You heard me!”
Roxy stomps off down the hallway, her heels clicking against the wood floor in a frenetic pace as she hurries away in anger. Vinnie and Maxine stand there staring silently at one another while Maxine finishes cracking her knuckles.
“I… uh… I should make sure the cleaning staff heads into the bedroom here… GOTTA GO thanks for stopping by Max!”
Vinnie then hustles away, getting out of dodge as fast as he can and leaving the behemoth of a woman to stand alone, shaking her head.
WELCOME TO ROXY COTTON’S LIVE CAM
Hi baby! Thanks for joining the room, PerryTheBottom! It’s 1,000 tokens to go private, or 500 for a quick flash. I’ll spank myself one time for every 100 tokens you tip, and if you end up tonight’s High Tipper I’ll give you my Snap Chat for six months! Now where were we… the room was asking me about the precious little things that have to face me in my upcoming LAW battle royal…
Roxy squints at her laptop screen, reading chat comments in her cam room.
Honey, let’s be honest for a moment… do I need to waste my breath on wannabes like Maria Spencer or Etsuko Mitsuzaka? Does anyone in this chat room really want to hear my take on losers like them? Really? Maria the try-hard butterface who just can’t stop reminding you just how into mob movies she is? Etsuko the… what the fuck is she anyway? WHO is she? I mean she’s a real mystery here… I swear I’ve met her, swear I’ve seen her compete, swear I’ve seen her backstage… but I can’t remember a single god damn thing about the girl. Like, okay, she’s some sort of Asian, I guess? So I imagine she’s got some stereotypical “Japanese” personality? Like she’s into martial arts or whatever? I have no idea. She had a title for some reason but people have already completely forgotten how or why. Why would anyone in this battle royal, especially a real marquee player like myself, give a second thought to either of them? They’re just two more bodies that are bound for the floor.
She reads more, looking more disgusted.
Kayla Winters? As if! Why even bring her up in my room? I thought you guys were here to get yourselves off, why would you bring up a name that ruins erections like Roundup kills weeds? Kayla Winters isn’t going to win. In fact, LAW could probably name their next pay per view that – “LAW Presents: Kayla Winters Isn’t Going To Win.” It’s kind of her thing, you know? Losing every single match she’s in? Honestly I don’t think she even notices, she’s just busy with her convoluted social life full of nobodies. She certainly doesn’t pay any sort of attention to the things that go on in LAW. She probably doesn’t even know which Cool Kid I am, and I’m, like, totally the leader! Who doesn’t know that? She has no focus, and she looks like a lumpy sack of potatoes… whoever designed that girl’s ring gear should be sterilized to make sure future generations of seamstresses don’t try to fit plus sized wrestlers into spandex that’s three sizes too small. You can’t squeeze a size ten into a size five, sweetheart. And who wears camo shorts in 2017? Ugh, disgusting. To answer your question… BigDong69… no, I’m not at all worried about Kayla. She’s just a sad muffin top whose roots are showing. Next!
Roxy smiles and twirls her hair around her index finger, reading more posts in the chat room.
Yes! I was so happy for Kenzi at Night of Glory! My hashtag Clear Connection sister from another mister was definitely the breakout performer of the last year, and now she has the gold to prove it. I knew she’d win. I mean, look who she was in there against, right? Ha. Exactly.
She reads more, laughing.
No baby, they’re double D. And I only take them out for private shows.
There’s a ringing sound like change hitting the bottom of a tip jar, chingchingchingching, and Roxy squeals with happiness, clapping.
Thank you Ninja2017! Private message me and let me know what you want in your custom video. XOXO!
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Roxy once again starts reading off of her laptop screen, smiling at some comments and looking perplexed by others. She types a response here and there, keeping the cam pointed at her cleavage while she jiggles and types.
Stacy Jones? The so-called “Unbreakable” angel? You really are funny, CuckMeNowPlease83! Real quick, let me ask you a question… when you think of the Boardwalk Angels, who do you think of? Right. Zoey, for sure, and then Farrah. Exactly. Like, would you ever even consider a vampy little wannabe like Stacy to be in that league if she wasn’t constantly reminding you over and over again? Seriously? Stacy’s lik the annoying kid sister for the Angels… they bring her along to be nice, but they don’t really, like, WANT her there. She gets to go tell all the rest of the lower card performers how she’s friends with the tag champs and everyone just pats her on the head and tells her how cool it is that she’s totally and definitely for real friends with them. Like, have you ever fucked someone because you felt bad for them and just wanted to make sure they didn’t kill themselves from yet another rejection? That’s Stacy Jones. She’s the pity fuck of the Boardwalk Angels. Only there because they don’t want to find her swinging by her neck from a Hot Topic belt in her dressing room. I kinda think we’d be better off if she did, though.
Look, let’s be real. Stacy Jones dyes her hair black and tries to be cool and spooky with her looks, but she isn’t even the best goth in this one match! That’s totally Mil! All Stacy is is a charity case with chipped nail polish and a long sleeve shirt to cover all of her cutting scars. She wants to be in matches just like this because she can lose without really LOSING, right? Like, if she loses to seven people she thinks it makes her look better than losing one on one, like she usually does. Did she do anything to me when we were on opposite teams a few weeks back? No. Did she win the match for her team? No. Did she beat Sam Tolson at Night of Glory? No. Why would I, or anyone, worry about what Stacy is planning to do? She probably already written her woe-is-me note for after she loses again, so the other Angels can find it next to an empty bottle of aspirin and go take her to get her stomach pumped. Again. Just so everyone pays attention to and feels bad for Stacy. Well, not me. I don’t give a shit about her sad life or her shitty kids or the fact that her daddy doesn’t love her. I don’t care about her depression or whatever triggers her, I care about the fact that she’s in my way and I’m not going to let her stay that way for long. She’s going to leave a big black mascara and eye shadow stain on the ringside floor, and she’s going to do it extremely early in the match. Bet on it.
Roxy leans over and grabs her vape pen from nearby, puffing out little pinkish clouds from her mouth, blowing them into tiny little circles.
Chingchingchingching
Roxy’s eyes ten bulge open with what she reads off of her screen.
You want me to put it where?! Babe, I’m not sure I can do smoke rings that way, but if you want me to try it will have to be in a private show…
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THIS USER’S CAM HAS GONE PRIVATE
“This had better work Vinnie…”
Roxy spit it at him, his name coming out from between Roxy’s lips like a swear as she finished the glass of wine in her hand and set it down next to the half empty bottle on the kitchen counter.
“Of course it will work, dude! Look, all Maxine has to do is catch you if you go over the top rope! Simple! She can bench press a mack truck, dude, she can definitely catch a 125 pound woma…”
“120.”
“120, yeah, that’s absolutely what I meant. You know I suck at math.”
“Vinnie, this is serious business, okay? My career was on a trajectory that was unparalleled, I was going to be a LEGEND in LAW even after only being there a couple of months! Don’t you see how bad it looks to lose my championship this way? And to KATE STEELE of all people? No one’s afraid of Kate Steele!”
“Babe… babe I understand…”
Vinnie steps toward Roxy and wraps his arms around her.
“I know how much it sucks. I’ve BEEN there, dude! I’ve won titles and I’ve lost them too… you’ll bounce back! You ALWAYS bounce back. It’s okay. It’ll be fine.”
Roxy warms a little, a smile playfully starting to emerge on her face as her body melts into Vinnie’s… but then she stiffens and elbows him away, freeing herself from his embrace and opening the wine bottle again.
“No. No, Vinnie, I’m not going to just let it go.”
Roxy shakes her head vigorously while she pours the wine into her glass, taking the first sip with the bottle still in her hand.
“This is who I am now. It’s who you were before. How many times did we have this conversation the other way around? How many times did I tell you it would be okay, that you’d get them next time? How many times did I try to get you to just be happy with me instead of chasing this insane wrestling dream of being a legendary champion?”
“A lot.”
Vinnie replies sheepishly, staring down at his feet on the tiled floor.
“A lot of times, babe. I know.”
“And how many times was that good enough for you, Vinnie? How many? Was it EVER enough for you to just be happy? To just ‘go and bounce back?’ Or was there always a fire inside of you that would burn you up from the inside until you got the chance to go out there again and prove all the naysayers wrong? That’s what it feels like for me right now, Vinnie… like there’s a cancer in my gut ad it’s eating me alive because I went out there in front of all of those people and I LOST. I’m not letting that happen again this time, Vinnie. I’m not. So no, everything is NOT okay. Everything is NOT going to be fine. Not unless I go out there and shut them all up again. And I WILL. But I’m not going to ignore this hurt and this anger until then. This knife in my belly is exactly what I need to drive me to succeed. Not some bullshit platitude from a man who would have done the same fucking thing.”
Roxy throws her wine glass into the sink, shattering it into pieces. She storms out of the kitchen and leaves Vinnie there to stew in his failure alone.
WELCOME TO ROXY COTTON’S LIVE CAM
I know! I had no idea I could do that either! Did you see the little heart-shaped one? I’m so glad that was on cam.
Roxy reads a question in her chat room.
Thanks baby, it’s because I do kegels every day.
Roxy giggles and continues to read her chat log, occasionally moving into different positions at the request of her tippers.
Chingchingchingching
Thanks baby. My butt? Sure!
Roxy turns around and pokes her ass at the camera, getting the sheer purple nightie so close that her thong is visible through it between her tan cheeks.
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Really? You want to talk about Nova Sinclair? Did looking at my asshole remind you of her?
Look… Nova has been smug as fuck ever since our match. I give her credit, she took advantage of a situation and got a lucky win over me, but does anyone in the world think she wasn’t ten seconds away from a loss when Kate Steele decided to stick her nose into things? I mean, she was done. I had her dead to rights and I let myself get distracted just long enough to get pinned. I’m not afraid of Nova, I already know exactly what she’s got. This isn’t the sort of match she can get lucky the same way in, you know? She can’t just catch me unaware and pin me, she has to actually get me over the top rope and out of the ring. It’s not happening. She isn’t strong enough to force me up and over, she isn’t fast enough to use her leverage, and she isn’t smart enough to trick me. I know she’s done really well in LAW, and I know that on paper she probably gets favored over me just because of that loss… but there’s a lot more to things than just the win-loss records, baby. She doesn’t have that W because she’s better than me, she has it because she got it gift wrapped and handed to her with a bright pink bow on top of it.
What Nova should be doing is trying to atone for her slutty ways that drove her daddy to an early grave. Even though she apparently inherited it from her mother, which would explain whatever STD actually did the old man in, she should still know better than to run around publicizing every skanky move she makes on social media. Like, I do these cam shows for money. I show my body to get paid. I advertise my looks because I’m a brand, and I represent Firestarter with my curves. But I’ve been loyal to one man and one man only for almost four years now… meanwhile Miss Sinclair can’t even get her “boyfriend” to narrow it down to two! Sure, Vinnie and me play around, we might have a girl join us from time to time, or so on. But he knows that those girls are just toys. There are only two people in my relationship – me and my man. Is Nova even the favorite? Like, does Declan just have a schedule set up in his planner? If he does, what’s her week look like? Does she go early in the week while Declan still has a little pep in the ol’ step, or does he go balls deep into Nova with his cock already stinking of three other chicks? I bet she’s a “Thursdays and every third weekend” kind of girl. The afterthought. She’s not even at the top of her own sexual food chain, but she thinks she should represent LAW as its Marquee Champion? What the fuck? Why? She hasn’t held a title like I have. She hasn’t beaten a big name like I have. In fact, like we just saw at Night of Glory on Long Island, when she was given a title opportunity she couldn’t get the job done! Meanwhile, I have won one hundred percent of the title matches I’ve been in. One hundred percent, sweetie, I’m one for one. And the Chaos Title took a level of bloodthirst that Nova could never comprehend. That’s why our match together was so normal! Could you imagine that anorexic bag of twigs trying to go hardcore? If she got busted open she’d go into anemic shock within seconds! The poor waif! LOL!
Nova Sinclair needs a wakeup call, and she needs me to show up to LAW #73 and remind her who the baddest bitch in the locker room really is. I’m going to knock that smug little smirk right off of her face and knock out whatever teeth she hasn’t already rotted out from all the binging and purging. Sorry honey, sperm doesn’t grow enamel back, especially when you only get to gargle it on Thursdays. Oh, and one last thing about Nova… this is just between me and you guys, okay? But her boy toy Declan Black spilled the beans on Twitter about her little secret. She’s a tranny! Great tuck job, Nova! Can’t wait to slap your Y chromosome right out of you, RuPaul Sinclair! Muah!
Roxy grabs her vape pen again and moves to puff on it, but stops short and then wipes it down with a tissue she grabs out of a box next to her on the desktop. She then takes a drag and lets out a slow stream of pink vapor while she reads the screen further.
No, I’m not worried about Milisandre at all, BigShavedBalls! For one thing, Mil is a friend and a fellow Cool Kid. She knows what time it is. Everyone in the group knows that I’m the marquee player. I’m the one with the highest merch sales, the most retweets, the most hearts on IG, the most subscribers on YouTube, the most friends on Facebook… I’m the brand. I’m the face of the Cool Kids, and because of that the Marquee Championship belongs on my waist. Really, it’s the title that makes the most sense for me, other than the LAW Championship itself… being Marquee Champion means you’re the star of the show. I means the spotlight belongs to you. Who do you think the bigger star is… Roxy Cotton, or Milly Crowthorne? Easy, right? Is anyone paying to talk to her right now? No, of course not.
Honey, listen, Mil is a great girl! She’s sweet and shy and super underrated in the ring. I’ve seen her go, she’s tough! That’s why I’m so happy to have her backing me up in the battle royal! With her help, it won’t be a problem at all to get those other six bitches out of there. Then, Mil’s going to do what’s best for the team and eliminate herself and I’ll be the number one contender for Crystal’s title! It’s like, so simple, you know? The easiest plan ever, it’s like so obvious.
Guys, I know you’re worried because Mil talks all tough online and she acts like she doesn’t like me and stuff, but that’s just how she is. She’s… well she’s a little bit of a poser, you know? Like every goth girl, it’s all an act. You don’t think girls like her and Stacy Jones are like really in some sort of witch coven or something, right? Like, they don’t go sacrificing goats in the woods or whatever, and they aren’t vampires… it’s hair dye and black makeup, and really, really, really gross pale skin. Just like when she jokes around abut Scientology and says it’s a cult, we all know she’s just teasing. She doesn’t believe that stuff, she knows Kenzi’s and my religious choices are completely real and legitimate! Way more than Cooter Lou, or whatever cartoon monster she pretends to believe in. She’s just funny. But okay, okay, fine, let’s pretend for a second like we weren’t friends and teammates and that Mil would actually, like, try to win at LAW #73. Let’s be hypothetical for a second… do you really think she could beat ME? Like… come on. Really? I’m in the gym every day. I do yoga every morning. I run every other day, and I swim laps the days in between. My home has the best personal gym money can buy, and I have THREE different personal trainers, not even counting my own fiancé, who oh by the way is a former top champion himself! So yeah, I think I have the skill and the training necessary to beat Wednesday Addams in the ring, okay? As if. Seriously. Like I could ever lose to someone who just sits around writing bad poetry all day. You know she told me once that she doesn’t ever shave above the knee unless she has, like, a date or something big like that? Isn’t that disgusting? The only hair on my body is on my head, my kitty is newborn smooth, and Mil runs around wearing shorts made of hair she grew herself! GROSS! I bet she dyes her bush black too, just to make sure everyone knows she’s the gothiest of all the goths who ever gothed. Ugh. So annoying. I don’t know how Bruce can handle going in there without bringing a machete to hack down the shrubbery. I guess he’s just okay with it since he was raised to be subservient? Maybe? Not like Mil really cares, though… fun fact – the only reason Mil even fucks Bruce is because his dick tastes like Sarah Lacklan. True story!
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THIS USER’S CAM HAS GONE PRIVATE
Maxine stands in the courtyard outside of the Pink Palisades, the gaudy compound that Vinnie and Roxy share together in Malibu. Her muscles roll under the skin of her arms in places Vinnie had never considered that muscles could even be before.
“So look, that’s the plan… this is your last chance, like I told you before. If you don’t make sure I win this thing, you know what happens.”
Roxy stands in front of Maxine, staring up into her icy eyes and pointing a manicured finger directly into the center of her massive chest. She pokes a thumb backward over her shoulder, gesturing toward Vinnie who is standing closely right behind her, definitely not using his fiancé as a human shield in case anything went bad or something like that.
“He’ll take care of you while I watch and laugh.”
“Uh, Rox…”
Vinnie quietly says from behind Roxy, trying his best to keep a friendly smile on his face while looking at Maxine, his whispers coming out through frozen lips.
“I think we should maybe cool it with the threats… I mean, I’m not a performer anymore, you know? My neck and everything…”
“Oh my GOD Vinnie, stop being such a fucking pussy.”
“Right. Right.”
He clears his throat, then crosses himself and mutters a silent prayer before putting on a brave face and shouting in melodramatic bravado.
“Yeah Maxine! Just like Roxy here says! You better do your damn job!”
Roxy smiles wide in front of Vinnie, staring at the unflinching Maxine. Behind her, even while he’s saying the words, Vinnie pantomimes with broad gestures and large, exaggerated shakes of his head that he does not mean a word of what he’s saying to the massive woman.
“So… YEAH! You heard me. You better get to the gym and work out some more! Make those freakin’ anaconda biceps of yours nice and strong and powerful so you can protect my lady! You got that right! You should DEFINITELY GO AWAY NOW and not stand right here being terrifying! Uh… OR ELSE!”
Maxine rolls her eyes and turns away from the petrified Loverboy, heading for her ride, a souped-up Hummer on giant rims.
As Max climbs behind the wheel of her tank of a vehicle, Roxy’s phone buzzes to life with Britney Spars’ voice.
“Oh! It’s a text from Kenzi… she must have got my congrats text for winning the Breakout Title and wants to thank me and stuff.”
Roxy swipes her phone screen, pulling up the text and reading it. The smile on her face slowly fades away.
“What is it babe? Did she not thank you enough? I’LL GET HER TOO I TELL YOU WHAT!”
“No… oh my God, Vinnie… it’s Sarah. Something happened.”
“What? I thought she was doing better? You said she was even tweeting about you like everyone else…”
“She was. Vinnie I’ve got to go see her. I’m sorry.”
“No babe, it’s cool… you do what you got to do! I’ll uh… I’ll just stay here and make sure Maxine doesn’t get any funny ideas about who’s kicking whose ass!”
But Roxy has already absent-mindedly wandered off, swiping away at her phone in a reply to Kenzi. Vinnie looks around with his chest puffed out as hard as he can puff it, but no one is there anymore to see how much machismo is currently pumping through his body.
So much machismo.
“So look, that’s the plan… this is your last chance, like I told you before. If you don’t make sure I win this thing, you know what happens.”
Roxy stands in front of Maxine, staring up into her icy eyes and pointing a manicured finger directly into the center of her massive chest. She pokes a thumb backward over her shoulder, gesturing toward Vinnie who is standing closely right behind her, definitely not using his fiancé as a human shield in case anything went bad or something like that.
“He’ll take care of you while I watch and laugh.”
“Uh, Rox…”
Vinnie quietly says from behind Roxy, trying his best to keep a friendly smile on his face while looking at Maxine, his whispers coming out through frozen lips.
“I think we should maybe cool it with the threats… I mean, I’m not a performer anymore, you know? My neck and everything…”
“Oh my GOD Vinnie, stop being such a fucking pussy.”
“Right. Right.”
He clears his throat, then crosses himself and mutters a silent prayer before putting on a brave face and shouting in melodramatic bravado.
“Yeah Maxine! Just like Roxy here says! You better do your damn job!”
Roxy smiles wide in front of Vinnie, staring at the unflinching Maxine. Behind her, even while he’s saying the words, Vinnie pantomimes with broad gestures and large, exaggerated shakes of his head that he does not mean a word of what he’s saying to the massive woman.
“So… YEAH! You heard me. You better get to the gym and work out some more! Make those freakin’ anaconda biceps of yours nice and strong and powerful so you can protect my lady! You got that right! You should DEFINITELY GO AWAY NOW and not stand right here being terrifying! Uh… OR ELSE!”
Maxine rolls her eyes and turns away from the petrified Loverboy, heading for her ride, a souped-up Hummer on giant rims.
As Max climbs behind the wheel of her tank of a vehicle, Roxy’s phone buzzes to life with Britney Spars’ voice.
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Roxy swipes her phone screen, pulling up the text and reading it. The smile on her face slowly fades away.
“What is it babe? Did she not thank you enough? I’LL GET HER TOO I TELL YOU WHAT!”
“No… oh my God, Vinnie… it’s Sarah. Something happened.”
“What? I thought she was doing better? You said she was even tweeting about you like everyone else…”
“She was. Vinnie I’ve got to go see her. I’m sorry.”
“No babe, it’s cool… you do what you got to do! I’ll uh… I’ll just stay here and make sure Maxine doesn’t get any funny ideas about who’s kicking whose ass!”
But Roxy has already absent-mindedly wandered off, swiping away at her phone in a reply to Kenzi. Vinnie looks around with his chest puffed out as hard as he can puff it, but no one is there anymore to see how much machismo is currently pumping through his body.
So much machismo.
WELCOME TO ROXY COTTON’S LIVE CAM
Roxy’s face comes back onto her cam window screen. Her hair is a little messed up and she looks a bit out of breath, but overall still in good spirits.
Hey again baby. I guess you’re the only one who stuck around? I know, I know, it was a long private. A weird one, too, but… whatever. The cash was green.
Roxy waits while the viewer types in his question. She laughs and quickly drags on her strawberry vape again.
Yeah, I figured someone would ask about her. You really stuck around all this time just to talk about Sam Tolson? You’ve got to be the last man on Earth that thinks about her that much. That’s why she strictly Dines At The Y, you know what I mean? Had to go to the other team when she ran out of boys that were willing to waste a Viagra prescription on a dead fish.
Roxy waits again, reading more.
No, I get it, me and Sam’s rivalry is a big deal. I mean, people are saying it’s a shoe in for that year-end award everyone online is voting for. LOL, isn’t it so funny that even if Sam wins an award from LAW, she’ll STILL get upstaged by me? Beautiful karma, isn’t it?
Everybody knows that Tolson is the reason I even came to LAW. Everyone knows that my primary goal was to prove to the world what a fraud she is, to expose her for the pathetic wannabe she is and always has been, and to rescue LAW from having to deal with her as a title holder. To rescue the FANS from having to see her ugly mug on the screen every time the show opened up. You know, the Chaos Title was never really what mattered to me, baby. The only reason I wanted it was because Sam had it… so I took it away. I took away Gollum’s precious and she’s been extra triggered ever since. Look how sad she’s been since we fought in Minnesota! Look how empty and worthless she’s been. She barely got a win over Stacy Jones at Night of Glory! In what was basically a warm-up match for the show! That’s what happens when you cross paths with a bombshell, baby… you get blown up. I blew up her whole world. I snatched her title away from her like I snatched the breath out of her lungs out in that Minneapolis snow. Sammy likes to pretend that she was going to fight through the pain and make some sort of big comeback, that she got screwed out of her title because a referee stopped things too soon… because, as we all know, Sam Tolson NEVER just gets beat, she always gets screwed, right? There must have been some sort of foul play, because Sam could NEVER just lose to someone who did a better job than she did, right? There were shenanigans at play, collusion with Russians, chemtrails and crisis actors, SOMETHING must have been amiss, because Sam Tolson NEVER just runs across someone who’s better and more deserving of a championship than she is!
Sam Tolson is nothing but a bad joke, and everyone in LAW now knows it because of one person… moi. I proved to everybody that Tolson was a pretender and not a contender. I did it on live TV, and anyone can go back and see it for themselves. It’s on the brand new LAW DVD, “Peroxide Princess – Roxy Cotton Puts The BOMB In Bomshell.” I know, it’s a really long title, but whatever. It’s got all my highlights, exclusive interviews, and even all the videos I’ve done so far in LAW! You should just go ahead and order one before they sell out, they’re already on back order. Then you’ll be able to load it in up and watch Sam Tolson lose to me on repeat. Something you conspicuously cannot do for any of Tolson’s own highlights! Isn’t that weird? You know… thinking of that DVD, about Sam losing to me on loop… that’s kind of exactly what gets to happen next week at LAW #73, isn’t it? Basically a rerun, with me and Sam together in a ring and me ending up the winner. It’s like a sequel, but one that goes exactly the same way as the first part.
Listen… Sam Tolson can do a lot of things. She can lose three titles in one week. She break the record for longest time spent restricted on Twitter. She can even throw a temper tantrum better than the most sugared up kindergarteners! She can cheat on her wife, she can lose wrestling matches and still be called a “terminator” for some reason… but there is absolutely one thing that Sam Tolson can’t do. She can’t beat me. I know it. You know it. Most importantly, she knows it. Because one thing you won’t be able to see in that DVD replay of her title loss to me is the look in her eyes when she realized it. It was like a dog that just figured out it was going to the vet. Believe me when I tell you – Sam quit well before her body did. In fact, I’m not even sure if she didn’t play dead like a possum so she could end the match without having to actually tap out. It wouldn’t surprise me. Maybe she did, maybe she didn’t, but I know for an absolute fact that Sam Tolson gave me everything she had and I was still standing there ready for more. She knew she didn’t have anything left, and she quit. She broke. She wilted under the glow of my starlight and ever since she’s just been a melted mess. A puddle. And next week it will be the same thing all over again, only this time the puddle will be between Sam’s feet on the canvas when there’s no one else in the ring for her to hide behind.
A couple of months ago, I had never wanted anything a bad as I wanted to hurt Sam Tolson. Now there’s nothing I want more than to hurt her AGAIN. My disdain for her very well may have taken my eye off the ball with regards to the Chaos Championship at Night of Glory. I should have put her in my rear view mirror like Kenzi told me, but I couldn’t stop thinking of the way she went limp in my hands… I have had dreams of it ever since and woken up with a smile on my face. And at LAW #73, Sam Tolson finally gets to make someone’s dreams come true when she gets beaten, battered, bruised, and embarrassed by the Marquee Bombshell.
Again.
Does that answer your question baby?
Baby?
Hm. Must be jerking it. Have fun, PerryTheBottom. See you next time.
XOXO.
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