Roxy pops back to consciousness after the cattle prod's effects wear off, and she shoves John Black as well as his Spencer Gifts tombstone to the side, freeing herself from the pin attempt.

While John wriggles on his back like a turtle, Roxy stands and places her stiletto heel right on the crotch of his Goodwill jeans and leans down over him while he squeals like a pig. Roxy pulls out a copy of Scully's new book which doubles as a dictionary and tries to decipher Black's words as best she can.

JB... I'm getting awfully tired of you boys around here trying to call me a whore like it's something to be ashamed of. Women have a right to use their bodies as they see fit. I'm sex positive and open minded. And baby, I don't charge a dime... I do what I do for free, unless you're referring to my webcam. A girl's got to make a living somehow, though.

I know you look at me and see every white girl who wouldn't fuck you. I know you're pissed off at life because the only white ass you could tap was a size 22 stuffed into a pair of elastic-waistband Gap jeans she bought in the 90's before she crapped seven mulatto kids and resigned herself to a life of food stamps and shitty tattoos. but sweetie, your low standards aren't my fault. Just because I'm gorgeous and successful and in bed with a champion... excuse me, I forgot for a moment, I AM a champion... none of that is a reason for you to be trying to get one over on me.

Statistically speaking, you're going to be dead before you're 40. Why waste all this time trying to accomplish something so out of your league? Go back to your Wal-Mart women. I'm Gucci and Tiffany all rolled into one, big boy. The only time I let boys like you bring me drinks is if they're on a platter and I tip you afterwards, you understand? Even then I'd have to make sure it wasn't foaming with a Cosby special first.

Now, go ahead and think of a few more throwaway Daniel Tosh jokes from 2010. Call me a whore and talk about raping me. Even the other sexists in the room roll their eyes at you, you know that?

See, most people here just jump all over your race. I'm not like that. I look at you and I just see a human being. Sure, it's a weak, ineffective, impotent human being, but a human being all the same.

Take a seat, sweetie. Watch when I get into a ring for the first time on Madness against that loser Nico and do something you can't do.

Win.


Roxy twists her heel in deeper and John Black begins to weep.