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Just Another Nail in the Coffin; The Boss Has Arrived
Topic Started: Jun 9 2009, 10:34 PM (137 Views)
Boss Hix
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The lights hang low and dim in what appears to be a hotel room. The walls are rusty and covered with several sheets of dust, seemingly moving about with little resistance. Cobwebs and yellow stains from cigarette smoke complete the wall decorations as the camera pans out and away, giving a much larger look at the room. The bed is small and nasty looking, the tables are using books for legs, and the television set is staring into the filthy room with a blank snow filled expression of static. A sudden collision of knuckle and wood represent a knock upon the room door. And an object rises from the dark corners of the room. The shadow soon creeps away from the figure, revealing the CzW’s very own superstar, the “f**kin Boss” TJ Hix. Wearing a shades, and his leather pants and trench coat, he answers by walking up to the door and jerking it open. He then turns back to his room without giving a second thought to the tiny frame of a man at the door. The small man is wearing an CzW shirt and enters the room, revealing another man behind him. The second man is wearing the same shirt, but he is holding a camera. The cameraman quickly enters and shuts the door behind him.

” Did I say you could shut the f**king door?”

The camera man shakes his head and hurries to reopen the door.

”Ah, f**k it. Don’t want no more damn bugs in here than there already are.”

The small man turns back around and sits down on the bed as the camera man stands against one of the filthy walls. The smaller man begins to open his mouth to speak, but he can’t seem to get any words out of his mouth. Annoyed and sitting in the shadows of his corner again, Hix speaks first.

” Let me guess, you’re a couple of morons from the CzW background, who go where you’re told and interview who you’re told?”

” Th-that’s right, sir.”

”Don’t call me sir. Didn’t your daddy ever tell you it makes you sound old? Do I look like I’m f**king fifty years old to you? But actually, come to think of it… I might just be old enough to be your daddy… Tell me, what was your mother’s name?”

”Her name is…”

” I don’t give a flying f**k what the hell her name was! Point is I probably banged that shit once, and you’re stuck looking like an asshole with nothing to say. So shoot already, damnit!”

” Well actually Mr. Hix, I was just wondering why you’re stuck in a place like this?”

Hix stands from his corner and throws a beer bottle past the interviewer’s head, watching as the brown shape collides with the wall, shattering and spraying the door with alcohol and glass shards. He then grabs the man up by his collar and shakes him.

“What? A guy can’t sleep wherever the hell he feels like, anymore? A man can’t save some cash and bunk in a shit hole like this? Maybe I like run-down shit holes! Or maybe I broke in and I’m waiting to ambush an old friend, who I’m going to beat the shit out of! Did you ever stop to think about that? No you didn’t, cause you’re too busy running around and asking really stupid f**king questions! And don’t call me Mr. Hix again, you hear me ass wipe?”

He throws the guy back against the bed and looks over to the camera man and the camera he is clearly hiding behind in fear. Hix then looks back to the interviewer.

”How long has he been rolling?”

The small man is trembling, but moving as best he can in an attempt to answer the question.

” S-s-since we got in here, The.…uh…f**kin Boss…”

” That’s better. And keep rolling, I think we’re doing well so far, don’t you?”

”S-sure… Can you comment on your involvement for Overdrive?

” What do you want to hear?”

“Your thoughts on your opponent Eddie Rowan…perhaps?”

” My thoughts? MY f**kING THOUGHTS?!? How about this, I warned the CzW. I told every single one of those assholes that they were all just targets in my eyes. Maybe I kept my word in saying that there would be asses kicked, bones broken, and careers ended. I sure as hell will keep my word about kicking someone’s ass! I walk down to the ring, I roll in and beat the hell out of someone. You know I haven’t even taken the time to learn much about Rowan’s career? And Rowan…he’s been wanting this. He’s been wanting a piece of me since he realized I‘m here to do exactly what he‘s wanting to do. I want to destroy him, and without another thought…again prove my worth…show the world why I am here…why I want to make an impact…why I want to prove myself to the locker room…just like him. We despise one another…we absolutely hate one another. But ya know…we have respect for one another. We have so much that we don’t mind to lay our own bodies on the line in battle against one another. He grabs a chair and busts me with it…I grab a sledgehammer and bust him with it. Then we get up…and do it all over again. Only one of us will win…we know that…and we all want that. We will beat the shit out of each other till only one of us can stand and capture the victory. I don’t know Rowan…but I’m fully aware of Rowan…and he’s aware of me. Sure, I may have brought him into the business, but he served his worth, and unfortunate for him…he became just another victim to me. What a match that’s goin to be. Shit…Rowan hasn’t caught my attention. Him carrying the name Whole Damn Show did. That’s how little beating the hell out of him will actually mean! Do you need a reason to continue, or should I beat the unholy f**k out of you?

” Uh, no thanks… We saw you come down to the ring in the thug apparel and we saw the conclusion of the match. What do you have to say to that?”

” Well the dip-shit in the ring with me didn’t see it coming now did he? Neither did I. I wanted to beat the shit out of Eddie…I wanted to bust him open…but due to an unfortunate happening, I wasn’t able to do that. I saw throughout the night how much Eddie wanted to get his vengeance over me…how much he was willin to risk to beat me…destroy me if you will…I wanted to make history…but the Penny man ended my dream before it became a reality.…but still… The big question when the Boss steps into Overdrive, whose gonna fall to my madness…who’s gonna take the pin. Whose gonna be the lost soul to be left standing toe to toe with me when the other two can’t muster the strength to stand any longer. And right now it appears to be no one. Another thing is about Rowan, he’s seemed to have been holding tight to wanting a victory over the FN Boss TJ Hix…let’s see if I can’t crush his f**kin dreams once and for all. Let‘s see if he can put his money where his mouth is and take me out. I‘ve been sayin it for a while now…and I do plan on crushing every superstar I face. But I seem to be unable to keep them crushed…I may beat someone, but they always come back to beat me…and that isn‘t getting me anywhere. Let‘s see if I can change that come Overdrive when I go toe to toe with Mr. Rowan in a first blood match. ”

”Well, how about Eddie Rowan. Being your opponent and all…I guess we should focus on him.”


”Boyo, you’re pretty f**king retarded, aren’t ya? What the hell do you get to see at Overdrive? You see TJ Hix drop one sorry bitch who can’t keep his hands of my vehicles, you see the f**kin Boss drop some guy with a leg-wetting problem, and you see Hix finish the job and take the victory. And unless you’re deaf, I’ll say that the announcer will point that shit out in a couple of nights. It’s like this, Rowan, the punk is going to know who he’s facing when he looks across the ring and finds himself staring face to face with ‘The f**kin Boss TJ Hix’. But I’ll tell you this much, he had better pray as hard as he can that I at least leave him alive enough to see my hand raised in victory! Hell, I doubt praying will actually do him any good either, but who knows…”

”On the same subject, this week you’re scheduled to battle Rowan as we‘ve already stated.. You have to climb through his broken body and capture the victory. Any more thoughts on your upcoming match with this man since I accidentally keep side tracking you?

” To tell you the truth, and as I’ve already said, I’ve not been paying much attention to this guy, Rowan. Just the stable name. Who is he again?

” He’s your opponent for the CzW this week .”

”Is that so? I remember now. He’s the guy who dresses in all black, right? That one guy who’s been sucking a lot of ass in the CzW, right?”

” Actually…”

Hix reaches out and backhands the interviewer in the mouth, shutting him up.

” Of course I’m right. Actually, I’m not too worried about big bad Rowan. After all…Rowan can bend and break…just like him. But things might just be a little different from the opposite point of view. I imagine that Rowan is looking over the card right now, somewhere in a gym. He’s seen his name, and then he cross references across the page and finds himself squaring off with the meanest and most insane son of a bitch in the CzW or any fed alive…the “f**kin Boss” TJ Hix! And so now he’s thinking to himself, Oh shit, oh shit, what am I gonna do? This guy will tear me limb from limb and kick my paraplegic ass for fun!!! So he decides to put in a few more hours at the gym, hoping that luck will be on his side and that his opponent will take it easy on him. So he’s working out, right? And he’s pushing himself, thinking that this match may be different; that he may actually be the man able to put the Boss in his place. And so now he thinks he’s ready…”

TJ stops and places his hands under his chin, he then reclines back into the shadows of the dank room, and thinks for a minute. A smile spreads across his face, invisible in the dark however…

” Now imagine this if you will… Mr. Rowan is pumped come Overdrive. He’s ready to walk down the ramp, just knowing that this is the break he’s been waiting for. Tonight he’s going to get a win over on one of the biggest names in sports entertainment, and then it’s up to him to try and win the match going through me…The f**kin Boss TJ Hix… He’s in the ring, he’s cool, he’s confident, and he’s ready to go. Suddenly, he hears MY music. And the knots in his stomach begin to twist like pretzels. And what does he see coming down through the crowd? Not quite a man, but a hell bent ass-kicking machine who takes it easy on no man! The f**kin Boss has arrived and he’s running to the ring, eager to rip this son of a bitch apart and humiliate him in front of thousands for being so ignorant to think he could ever win at all! So Rowan’s life is suddenly flashing before his eyes at this point, he’s pissed himself like another superstar, and he can almost hear the surgeons asking him how he possibly got his arms, his legs, and his face stuck so far up his own ass! He realizes he’s not going to win at this point, and he realizes he won’t be making it to the next show either. And in a flash it’s over and he’s choking on last night’s dinner, watching through blood crusted eyes as the referee raises TJ Hix’s hand. And then he watches the Boss drop the referee too! And if he’s not thinking these things, then he’s in for one hell of a surprise come Overdrive!”

Ryan Lewis and the cameraman stand motionless and equally speechless for a moment. It could be that the images are too horrifying to picture, or it could be the fact that the man sitting in the dark before them is quite dead serious in all aspects of the word. Either way, both men remain still and then prepare to make their departure…

” Where the hell you goin? I ain’t done!”

” But I thought… I mean we…”

” Oh, so I gotta kick both of your asses now?

The cameraman shakes his head negatively and points to the interviewer, labeling him the sole inheritor of all ass beatings. They stay and continue with the interview at the Boss’s say so.

” Sorry ass bunch of useless bastards. I got one more issue to discuss… I just look at this guy and get sick to my f**king stomach. And I wonder how the hell a whining little bitch like him got anywhere to begin with! Did he cry his eyes out until the CzW excepted him? Did he bitch and moan from day one?”

”Actually…”

Hix reaches out and smacks him again.

” Shut THE f**k up! You damn right he probably did! Fact of the matter is this, I look at this guy and I feel an ass whooping coming on! So I tell you what I’m going to do. It may be sooner or it may be later, but one way or another, I’m going to walk up to that little bitch and I’m going to personally rip him a new asshole, and shove my foot so far up it my next shoe size will be “ass”! And then if the little whiner wants to complain and talk about quitting, I’ll be more than glad to send him out of here in a body bag! And if he don’t like that, he can always …’Seek New Employment‘. That leaves only one more issue to discuss before you get your bitch asses out of my sight. All that leaves is my final thoughts on Eddie Rowan. He slipped in from the darkness and vanishes just as quickly. Last I heard…he was lookin for me. Well, I’ve seen your name in our match up comin…and if you need me…I’ll be in my office for a bit.”

The interviewer and cameraman are suddenly ridden with disgusted looks upon their faces, as the Boss gets to his feet.

” Well, what the hell are you waiting for? This interview is over, get the f**k out!”

The two men hurry to leave and make for the door. They suddenly jerk the door open and find themselves standing face to face with a skinny black man in a filthy looking business suit. The man stares back at them with surprise smeared across his face.

”What the hell are you guys doing in my room? I didn’t ask for room service…”

The two men quickly shove him back and run out the door as fast as their legs will carry them.

” What the hell?”

The man then looks in the room where he finds the “f**kin Boss” TJ Hix approaching him.

” How ya doin, Rave?

” OH SHIT!!! NOT AGAIN!!!”

Rave turns to run, but Hix spears him out the door, grabbing Rave’s legs. He takes the man to the ground and places a knee across his throat. The man beneath him struggles to speak, struggles to breath, and just struggles period. But it’s all in vain as the f**kin Boss begins smacking him upside his face.

”What’s happening, Rave? You didn’t think I’d forgotten about you, did ya? How you badmouthed me in the CzW. How you talked smack, so long as I wasn’t around. Yeah, I heard about you cussing me as the Talent guy bringin in all these guys to replace you. Did you think that being an interviewer made you safe from me? Look at it this way Rave, I owe you this one…”

Hix lifts the man to his feet and throws him over the hotel’s second story balcony. Rave falls, screaming to the asphalt below. The f**kin Boss then walks downstairs where Rave is lying on his stomach, trying to crawl away as scarlet red pools of liquid life foam at his mouth, running down his chin. The Boss pulls back and kicks him in the stomach with one final time and watches as Rave coughs up more blood from his internal bleeding. Hix then turns to the CzW interviewer, Ryan Lewis who is still standing around.

”Call him an ambulance. And let’em know he had it coming, kind of like Eddie Rowan in the CzW. Let em know they‘ll prolly be needed again Sunday too. First Blood and all, better make room for Eddie.”

He then mounts his black and silver bike, kick starting the bitch and speeding away as a group of the hotel guests stand gathered in shock. The scene fades to black.
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