Post by Roxy Cotton on Dec 17, 2018 16:44:13 GMT -5
Walking in front of a sea of storefronts on Rodeo Drive, Roxy Cotton stops in front of a particularly wide window where she checks herself in the reflection, fluffing her hair after handing over yet another large bag to Maxine, her massive female bodyguard.
Maxine's arm barely moves even with the addition of a tenth bag onto her forearms. Roxy sighs and reaches into her clutch purse, which hangs from Maxine's wrist, and pulls out her cell.
"Oh, baby, I don't know..."
Roxy says to her cell phone, holding it out a foot or two from her face. On the screen, Kenzi Grey pops up in a Snap.
"Roxy please! You know I wouldn't ask you, especially so soon after you helped me before..."
Roxy screws her mouth after viewing the snapchat, and rolls her eyes.
"Well duh, of course you would. Everyone wants more and more of me..."
She says to no one, having not pressed the icon to record. Roxy then swipes open the app again, looking through various filters until she settles on one that gives her bunny ears and modifies her voice into a ridiculous squeak.
"Last time was just... weird, Kenz. Like... I don't know. Sarah obviously hates me!"
Roxy watches the clip a time or two, giggling at herself before sending it on. She then turns back to the store window she stands in front of, checking and re-checking her make-up in the reflection.
A moment later, the phone chirps with an alert and Roxy looks back at her Snapchat.
"She loves you Roxy, just like I do! We're family! Sarah's just real sensitive about her condition, and wary about protecting me. She can be overprotective sometimes. Trust me, she wants you here as much as I do!"
The peroxide princess doesn't seem convinced, but a thought seems to occur to her that brighten her face.
"Are you at least back on the Red Queen? Your condo is in like the ghetto part of town, no offense."
She types into the app with one hand while reapplying lip liner with the other. This girl is a pro when it comes to cosmetics.
"No,"
Kenzi's voice floats up from the phone, her face on the screen is hidden now as Roxy has dropped her hand to her side while she continues to focus on her makeup.
"The Queen is still getting some maintenance done. Boats are such a pain!"
"Like, just replace it. I hate cleaning or fixing things. Just buy a new one!"
No reply from Kenzi comes while Roxy finishes with her lip gloss and blows her own reflection a kiss in the window. She walks on, followed by Maxine, and starts recording more snaps and sending them on to her fellow Cool Kid as she heads down the busy street.
"Look Kenz... I'll come again tonight. I know it means a lot to you to keep your movie and TV career going alongside all of our joint projects like LAW and the LFL. I also know that things have been hard for you lately, what with Sarah being, like, a vegetable or whatever. I'm your forever friend, no matter what, and of course I'll help you. But you're going to have to come up with another plan if you need help again tomorrow and the day after and the day after... I have work to do too! I've been doing all the heavy lifting with regards to getting Bitchcoin launched, as well as working with Sid and the Firestarter people to get Cotton's Candies out into stores. That's not even taking into account all the training and practicing for the Hit Girls or for my rematch with Kate..."
Roxy pauses when she sees a disheveled homeless man sitting on the sidewalk near the intersection.
"Oh, how sad... like, even here in Beverly Hills there's still these poor, unfortunate people all over the place..."
She gets nearer to the man and he holds up a paper cup.
"Change miss? Please?"
"Aw! No... like, who carries cash anymore? And these dresses don’t have pockets, baby. Here. I'll take a selfie with you. That's worth way more than some pocket change anyway. Hand me your cell?"
"Miss I ain't got no phone..."
"What?!?! This country is failing you people every single day. Great job, Obama. Well, I'll take it and just text it to you. Here. Smile!"
"But I ain't got a number to text it to..."
Roxy's phone flashes as she holds it up in front of her, squatting down next to the vagabond. She cheeses from ear to ear while the hapless hobo continues to just sit morosely on the ground.
"Okay, looks good... let me go ahead and post this to my social... Hashtag... helping the homeless... hashtag... giving is better than receiving... hashtag... making a difference. There we go! All posted baby! Now where can I text it?"
"Miss... I told you... I ain't got nothing... I just need some money for food..."
"OMG! I was so generous to you right now and you're still asking me for money? That's, like, so rude! Here I am, an actual celebrity philanthropist, taking time from my busy day to do something positive in my community, giving something back to the less fortunate because I'm like super charitable, like basically a saint, TBH... and you're trying to get drug money from me? Ew! As if!"
Roxy spins around and digs through her purse which still dangles from Maxine's wrist. She pulls out a wad of twenties and fifties but just jams it back into the purse when she sees it isn't what she's looking for. Finally, she pulls out a black plastic tube and turns back around, spraying the homeless man in the face with pepper spray.
"AAARRGHH!!!"
"STOP ASSAULTING ME! I'M A FAMOUS PERSON HELP! POLICE! MY LIFE MATTERS!"
Just then, two nearby police officers overhear the commotion and walk over to where Roxy stands over the bum, who's clutching at his face and wailing while rolling around on the ground.
"What's going on miss?"
"This man attacked me!"
"What?!? Are you hurt?"
"Almost! He could have raped me! I was really scared!"
The second officer removes his baton and whacks the homeless man in the ribs with it, eliciting a yelp of pain.
"SIR! STOP RESISTING! STOP RESISTING!"
Then both cops start laying boots into the hobo and screaming at him not to resist while Roxy walks off, followed by her bodyguard.
"Wow, that was like super scary and triggering... like, it's so unfair that people like me get targeted just because of our looks and financial status! We really get the short end of the stick, you know?"
Maxine rolls her eyes in silence as the pair walk away from the homeless man who is now being tazed and beaten in the middle of the street as a squad car pulls up.
"Oh! Max, did I tell you about Kate? About the promo she released for our match? OMG it was so ridiculous. Did you know she basically threw herself a party backstage after she won the Chaos Title from me at Night of Glory? It was like a bad chick flick. Like if the Notebook was made by a bunch of special ed kids on the first day of drama class. Like, get this... first she has her girlfriend there, obvs, since she got her ugly ass involved in the match... then lo and behold her ex-husband shows up, with her kid! Did you even know she had a kid? Like, does she just have him shipped off to a school for kids with learning disadvantages while she wrestles and runs around with her pink lady friends all day every day? What kind of mom doesn't even know her kid is on his way to her show? Max, remind me to look into that later, I bet she had the kid taken away by the state because she was too busy begging Kenzi to love her to remember to feed it. Oh, and there's more! Right at the end, before the feed cuts out on the backstage stuff, her ex is like 'oh by the way, you're gonna be a rock star too!' Like WOW Kate, how convenient! Isn't it just CRAZY that those documentary filmers were backstage recording RIGHT AT THAT MOMENT to capture all that good fortune happening to you? It's almost like, oh I don't know, like it was all some elaborate scam? Like it was more of the FAKE NEWS that's all over the place these days? Like, were those even real relatives of yours Katie? Do you even really HAVE an ex-husband and a kid, or were they just some of the crisis actors they used at Sandy Hook?"
In the background, a voice yells "He's reaching for my gun!" Then, five gunshots ring out followed by sirens approaching from all directions. All around Roxy and Max, hipsters and millenials run towards the commotion with their cells held up, recording.
"There's no way that all of those things just fell together into a nice neat little package all at the same time, you know Max? Like, oh, wow, cool, Kate Steele suddenly reached all of her goals all in one night at the same exact time and these cameras just happened to be here! Neat! How empowering! Not. Like, it's so fake. So obviously scripted. Kate getting all of her dreams to come true in one night is faker than my tits. It's sad, really... Kate probably even knew right at that special moment while her little Lifetime Original Movie was unfolding around her that none of it would last. She knew her win was a fluke and that as soon as my rematch rolled around I'd regain my title. I bet she still hasn't even bothered getting the nameplate in the belt changed over... why would she? Just so she could take the little plate and make a necklace out of it after I take the belt back? So she could add it to that list of memories she was making back there? She knew. Just like she knew her crappy Nickelback cover band wasn't really getting signed to any major deals, and just like she knew that "her" kid probably was born with a congenital brain condition... why else would it pretend to like her? She knew that as soon as the bell rang in that match that it was just a clock counting down the minutes until the belt was back around my gorgeous waist. Why? Because, just like her shitty band, Kate Steele is the Nickelback of LAW. Not good enough. Someone who'll just be remembered as a carbon copy among other carbon copies, unlike yours truly who sets trends on a daily basis. Kate Steele... ugh... Kate Steele getting a win over me was like a holiday for her. She cried and hugged her little family and got so caught up in THE MOMENT because to her, a win is a remarkable event. It goes down on her calendar with a heart drawn around it in cheap pink lipstick. You know what those cameras would have recorded had thy come and found me leaving the arena that night? They wouldn't have seen someone crying and whining and throwing a fit... they would have seen a proud woman walking out on her own two feet, confident as ever, because she knew that when it cam around again things would be set right."
"Roxy!"
Roxy stops in her tracks, startled. She looks down at her phone and sees Kenzi's face again, this time angrily chiding her.
"Why are you blowing up my snap with all this BS about Kate? Just come over!"
"OMG baby I didn't realize I was sending you all of that! I'm so sorry to make you hear about that loser."
"It's fine Rox... but why did you send me a selfie with that homeless guy?"
"Oh! I was helping him..."
Roxy starts to explain while she walks off down the road with Maxine following behind as the scene fades away to black.
Maxine's arm barely moves even with the addition of a tenth bag onto her forearms. Roxy sighs and reaches into her clutch purse, which hangs from Maxine's wrist, and pulls out her cell.
"Oh, baby, I don't know..."
Roxy says to her cell phone, holding it out a foot or two from her face. On the screen, Kenzi Grey pops up in a Snap.
"Roxy please! You know I wouldn't ask you, especially so soon after you helped me before..."
Roxy screws her mouth after viewing the snapchat, and rolls her eyes.
"Well duh, of course you would. Everyone wants more and more of me..."
She says to no one, having not pressed the icon to record. Roxy then swipes open the app again, looking through various filters until she settles on one that gives her bunny ears and modifies her voice into a ridiculous squeak.
"Last time was just... weird, Kenz. Like... I don't know. Sarah obviously hates me!"
Roxy watches the clip a time or two, giggling at herself before sending it on. She then turns back to the store window she stands in front of, checking and re-checking her make-up in the reflection.
A moment later, the phone chirps with an alert and Roxy looks back at her Snapchat.
"She loves you Roxy, just like I do! We're family! Sarah's just real sensitive about her condition, and wary about protecting me. She can be overprotective sometimes. Trust me, she wants you here as much as I do!"
The peroxide princess doesn't seem convinced, but a thought seems to occur to her that brighten her face.
"Are you at least back on the Red Queen? Your condo is in like the ghetto part of town, no offense."
She types into the app with one hand while reapplying lip liner with the other. This girl is a pro when it comes to cosmetics.
"No,"
Kenzi's voice floats up from the phone, her face on the screen is hidden now as Roxy has dropped her hand to her side while she continues to focus on her makeup.
"The Queen is still getting some maintenance done. Boats are such a pain!"
"Like, just replace it. I hate cleaning or fixing things. Just buy a new one!"
No reply from Kenzi comes while Roxy finishes with her lip gloss and blows her own reflection a kiss in the window. She walks on, followed by Maxine, and starts recording more snaps and sending them on to her fellow Cool Kid as she heads down the busy street.
"Look Kenz... I'll come again tonight. I know it means a lot to you to keep your movie and TV career going alongside all of our joint projects like LAW and the LFL. I also know that things have been hard for you lately, what with Sarah being, like, a vegetable or whatever. I'm your forever friend, no matter what, and of course I'll help you. But you're going to have to come up with another plan if you need help again tomorrow and the day after and the day after... I have work to do too! I've been doing all the heavy lifting with regards to getting Bitchcoin launched, as well as working with Sid and the Firestarter people to get Cotton's Candies out into stores. That's not even taking into account all the training and practicing for the Hit Girls or for my rematch with Kate..."
Roxy pauses when she sees a disheveled homeless man sitting on the sidewalk near the intersection.
"Oh, how sad... like, even here in Beverly Hills there's still these poor, unfortunate people all over the place..."
She gets nearer to the man and he holds up a paper cup.
"Change miss? Please?"
"Aw! No... like, who carries cash anymore? And these dresses don’t have pockets, baby. Here. I'll take a selfie with you. That's worth way more than some pocket change anyway. Hand me your cell?"
"Miss I ain't got no phone..."
"What?!?! This country is failing you people every single day. Great job, Obama. Well, I'll take it and just text it to you. Here. Smile!"
"But I ain't got a number to text it to..."
Roxy's phone flashes as she holds it up in front of her, squatting down next to the vagabond. She cheeses from ear to ear while the hapless hobo continues to just sit morosely on the ground.
"Okay, looks good... let me go ahead and post this to my social... Hashtag... helping the homeless... hashtag... giving is better than receiving... hashtag... making a difference. There we go! All posted baby! Now where can I text it?"
"Miss... I told you... I ain't got nothing... I just need some money for food..."
"OMG! I was so generous to you right now and you're still asking me for money? That's, like, so rude! Here I am, an actual celebrity philanthropist, taking time from my busy day to do something positive in my community, giving something back to the less fortunate because I'm like super charitable, like basically a saint, TBH... and you're trying to get drug money from me? Ew! As if!"
Roxy spins around and digs through her purse which still dangles from Maxine's wrist. She pulls out a wad of twenties and fifties but just jams it back into the purse when she sees it isn't what she's looking for. Finally, she pulls out a black plastic tube and turns back around, spraying the homeless man in the face with pepper spray.
"AAARRGHH!!!"
"STOP ASSAULTING ME! I'M A FAMOUS PERSON HELP! POLICE! MY LIFE MATTERS!"
Just then, two nearby police officers overhear the commotion and walk over to where Roxy stands over the bum, who's clutching at his face and wailing while rolling around on the ground.
"What's going on miss?"
"This man attacked me!"
"What?!? Are you hurt?"
"Almost! He could have raped me! I was really scared!"
The second officer removes his baton and whacks the homeless man in the ribs with it, eliciting a yelp of pain.
"SIR! STOP RESISTING! STOP RESISTING!"
Then both cops start laying boots into the hobo and screaming at him not to resist while Roxy walks off, followed by her bodyguard.
"Wow, that was like super scary and triggering... like, it's so unfair that people like me get targeted just because of our looks and financial status! We really get the short end of the stick, you know?"
Maxine rolls her eyes in silence as the pair walk away from the homeless man who is now being tazed and beaten in the middle of the street as a squad car pulls up.
"Oh! Max, did I tell you about Kate? About the promo she released for our match? OMG it was so ridiculous. Did you know she basically threw herself a party backstage after she won the Chaos Title from me at Night of Glory? It was like a bad chick flick. Like if the Notebook was made by a bunch of special ed kids on the first day of drama class. Like, get this... first she has her girlfriend there, obvs, since she got her ugly ass involved in the match... then lo and behold her ex-husband shows up, with her kid! Did you even know she had a kid? Like, does she just have him shipped off to a school for kids with learning disadvantages while she wrestles and runs around with her pink lady friends all day every day? What kind of mom doesn't even know her kid is on his way to her show? Max, remind me to look into that later, I bet she had the kid taken away by the state because she was too busy begging Kenzi to love her to remember to feed it. Oh, and there's more! Right at the end, before the feed cuts out on the backstage stuff, her ex is like 'oh by the way, you're gonna be a rock star too!' Like WOW Kate, how convenient! Isn't it just CRAZY that those documentary filmers were backstage recording RIGHT AT THAT MOMENT to capture all that good fortune happening to you? It's almost like, oh I don't know, like it was all some elaborate scam? Like it was more of the FAKE NEWS that's all over the place these days? Like, were those even real relatives of yours Katie? Do you even really HAVE an ex-husband and a kid, or were they just some of the crisis actors they used at Sandy Hook?"
In the background, a voice yells "He's reaching for my gun!" Then, five gunshots ring out followed by sirens approaching from all directions. All around Roxy and Max, hipsters and millenials run towards the commotion with their cells held up, recording.
"There's no way that all of those things just fell together into a nice neat little package all at the same time, you know Max? Like, oh, wow, cool, Kate Steele suddenly reached all of her goals all in one night at the same exact time and these cameras just happened to be here! Neat! How empowering! Not. Like, it's so fake. So obviously scripted. Kate getting all of her dreams to come true in one night is faker than my tits. It's sad, really... Kate probably even knew right at that special moment while her little Lifetime Original Movie was unfolding around her that none of it would last. She knew her win was a fluke and that as soon as my rematch rolled around I'd regain my title. I bet she still hasn't even bothered getting the nameplate in the belt changed over... why would she? Just so she could take the little plate and make a necklace out of it after I take the belt back? So she could add it to that list of memories she was making back there? She knew. Just like she knew her crappy Nickelback cover band wasn't really getting signed to any major deals, and just like she knew that "her" kid probably was born with a congenital brain condition... why else would it pretend to like her? She knew that as soon as the bell rang in that match that it was just a clock counting down the minutes until the belt was back around my gorgeous waist. Why? Because, just like her shitty band, Kate Steele is the Nickelback of LAW. Not good enough. Someone who'll just be remembered as a carbon copy among other carbon copies, unlike yours truly who sets trends on a daily basis. Kate Steele... ugh... Kate Steele getting a win over me was like a holiday for her. She cried and hugged her little family and got so caught up in THE MOMENT because to her, a win is a remarkable event. It goes down on her calendar with a heart drawn around it in cheap pink lipstick. You know what those cameras would have recorded had thy come and found me leaving the arena that night? They wouldn't have seen someone crying and whining and throwing a fit... they would have seen a proud woman walking out on her own two feet, confident as ever, because she knew that when it cam around again things would be set right."
"Roxy!"
Roxy stops in her tracks, startled. She looks down at her phone and sees Kenzi's face again, this time angrily chiding her.
"Why are you blowing up my snap with all this BS about Kate? Just come over!"
"OMG baby I didn't realize I was sending you all of that! I'm so sorry to make you hear about that loser."
"It's fine Rox... but why did you send me a selfie with that homeless guy?"
"Oh! I was helping him..."
Roxy starts to explain while she walks off down the road with Maxine following behind as the scene fades away to black.
