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Bloodfeast
Topic Started: Jun 16 2009, 09:50 PM (122 Views)
Alan Fiscus
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Sadistic Solution
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“At least two thirds of our miseries spring from human stupidity, human malice and those great motivators and justifiers of malice and stupidity, idealism, dogmatism and proselytizing zeal on behalf of religious or political idols.” - Aldous Huxley

Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following tag-team contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, the team of ‘Bad Ass’ Matt Covey and ‘the Sensation,’ JESSE…MONTANA!!”

Montana and Covey enter the ring, awaiting their opponents. “Writing’s on the Wall” suddenly plays, and the fans in attendance leap to their feet as the Five Star Gamblers make their way out onto the ramp.

Towers: “And their opponents, El Pablo and Ace King…THE FIVE…STAR…GAMBLERS!!”

Ace and Pablo head down to the ring, interacting with their fans on the way. They enter the ring where a pyro flares off, the fans cheering even louder than before. The teams get situated and Ace King looks to be starting off against Jesse Montana. They circle each other as the bell rings, but suddenly…the lights go out!!

Daniels: “Not again!!”

Masters: “AGAIN with the lights!?”

The lights turn back on instantly, and another figure has joined the competitors in the ring!

Daniels: “FISCUS!!”

Alan Fiscus has appeared in the ring, and he wastes no time making his presence felt. The world champ turns to the new adversary, but he doesn’t react fast enough. Alan punches Ace straight in the face with a fist-full of pennies!! El Pablo quickly enters and flies at Alan with a lariat, but Fiscus ducks, and Pablo takes out Montana instead!! Pablo is up quickly and tries to go back for Alan, but Jesse gets up, visibly angry and spins Pablo around leveling him with a big right-hand! Pablo quickly back to his feet as well and now he and Montana begin trading shots! Slowly, Matt Covey enters the ring and he and Fiscus stare down. The crowd is going ballistic at this point, wanting to see blood spilled and not particularly caring whose blood it is! Alan swings first, but Covey blocks, retaliating with stiff shots to Alan’s face. A loud cheer starts to build as there is movement from the crowd! Eddie Rowan is back out again as well, hopping the barricade and sliding into the ring not before taking down Hix as he spears hi into the steel steps. Eddie then dives onto both Covey AND Fiscus! All three of them begin to slug it out between them!

Marsham and El Pablo brawl amongst themselves, trading punches and slowly making their way towards the backstage area. Montana has managed to escape without much of a beat down, Hix now crawling up the ramp out of dodge. In the ring, a helpless Darren Powers has no option but to call for the bell, ending the match in a NO CONTEST!!

Back in the ring, Fiscus, Rowan, and Covey continue to assault each other, the group suddenly falling to the mat as ACE KING leaps into the fray! Referees hit the ring as all four men battle each other indiscriminately, trading shots, not giving an inch to the others. The bodies of the officials go flying as they try to disrupt the melee, and we have to cut to a break as they continue to try and disperse the riot in the ring!

Masters: These two should not ruin our bloody main event like this, and certainly should not attack Montana and his group, who do they think they are?!

Daniels: Well we have Fiscus and Rowan going at it, we have both these men wanting Covey’s blood, we have Marsham and Pablo looking bitter towards each other, fighting into the backstage area. We have the World Champion joining in, and we have Montana and Hix escaping out of dodge.

Masters: Montana has proved his superiority creating a group such as Covey, Hix, Marsham and himself, that is a powerful force that will take over CZW, mark my words.

Daniels: And I don’t think these guys care what words you say, especially not Fiscus and Rowan who are at each others throats. And the World Champion, who will he fight at Summer Showdown. The polls are s close now, as is the biggest event of the Summer…as for tonight, we need to close this but who knows when this riot will be stopped.


~~ The screen is momentarily black. On a loop, you can hear the words... ~~

"I didn't need you, I don't need anyone... I didn't need you, I don't need anyone... I didn't need you, I don't need anyone..."

~~ Which is a sample of Alan's interview from last week, while addressing Matt Covey. ~~

~~ The scene fades in on just moments after Overdrive went off the air, and the melee was broken up. Alan Fiscus is walking down a hallway of Spokane Arena, with a duffel bag under his arm. He is still in his wrestling gear, and didn't take the time to shower. Blood is still smeared on his face from the match with Mike King. He has a pained smirk on his face. As he heads towards the exit door, CZW correspondent runs up to Fiscus with a mic in her hand, and wearing a hot pink outfit that totally compliments her long legs. ~~

Jenny
"Alan! Alan! Can we have a word with you concerning your out-of-the-blue turn on Eddie Rowan and what just happened at the end of Overdrive?"

~~ Alan stops in his tracks, and nearly burns a hole into Jenny with his twisted stare. He pauses for a moment, looking her up and down. ~~

Alan
"Sure, Jenny. You can have as many words as you want. In fact, I want the WHOLE WORLD to know why the events took place here tonight. Why I am the man who attacked Eddie Rowan last week with a handful of pennies in the dark. You see, Eddie --"

~~ Alan takes his eyes off of Jenny and looks directly into the camera. ~~

Alan
"I don't need you. I DON'T NEED ANYONE. If there's been one constant here in the CZW, it's that everyone gets turned on in the end. So what I did, was I beat Eddie to the punch. I knew eventually he would turn on me, I think it's in everyone's contracts, so I made a decision a month ago while I was away from the CZW ring. No more friends. No more buddies, no more allies, no more bullshit. I didn't come here to make friends. I came here to win the CZW World Heavyweight title, and I've sat by idly enough without even one.. ONE World title shot in the year-plus I've worked here. I put my heart, my blood, and my soul into this company and what has it gotten me?"

~~ Jenny is quick to interrupt. ~~

Jenny
"Well you did win Money in the Bank in December."

~~ Alan looks at her. ~~

Alan
"... That's right. I did. And you know what I did the week after that match, Jenny? I out lasted and defeated EVERY SINGLE top dog in this company! The huge stables match. With the only blemish being Jesse's stinking foot catching my face off guard. But ever since then, it's mighty convenient that the World title be passed around and I'm advised by the high brass to 'wait for my opportunity' and 'put it off for a bit, we've got plans.' So I did what a good little soldier should do, and I waited. The waiting is now over. I will be cashing in very soon."

Jenny
"When?"

Alan
"Ah, little miss... that shall remain a secret for now. I've got big plans, you see. First, I show the CZW my TRUE colors and serve them all a notice. When I kicked Brian Kirkland through a cross last year, that was but a taste of the violence and madness I can and will unleash. I've watched nearly every superstar stake their claim as world class, hyping themselves up and doing what they can to move up the ranks. I've watched as men UNWORTHY of such a prize, wear the CZW World Heavyweight title around their waist. Every single wrestler on the CZW roster SICKENS ME. And it's time to claim the throne that should have always been mine in the first place. The pick of the litter, the cream of the crop. The king and the champion. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get the hell out of this miserable and disgusting state of Washington."

~~ Fiscus makes his way to the exit door, slamming it open and walking out of the camera's view. Jenny looks on, with a seemingly worried look on her face. ~~

The next evening, June 14th, at 8:00 PM

~~ The scene fades in on Alan as he is doing a triceps set on a multitask gym machine in a room without any windows. The walls are all black and plain, not a single thing on them. The room is filled with a large amount of exercise equipment, with a large stereo in the corner from which Black Sabbath's "Children Of The Grave" is blasting through the speakers on. He is wearing gray cut-off shorts, specially designed black boots, and a t-shirt with this on the front of it: ~~

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~~ He wears his shoulder length, wavy hair back in a pony tail and he appears as if he's been working out for hours. His body is covered in perspiration, and a strain covers his face. His nose has a bandage over it, due to the content of his match with Mike King. He drops the weights when he hears his cell phone ring on a small table near him. He grabs a remote and turns the music off, picks up the phone, and answers. ~~

Alan
"Go."

~~ Alan listens to the voice on the other end of the phone, as a smile slowly grazes his mouth. He nods to himself. He likes what he is hearing. ~~

Alan
"Excellent. Thank you."

~~ Alan hangs up the phone, and looks at it as the smile gets wider. He continues to stare it at, and begins speaking aloud. ~~

Alan
"The seeds have been planted. Now they have no choice. Next week, in Colorado Springs, I will be in the main event of Overdrive. A spot I should ALWAYS have. A special fatal four way lumberjack match. Pitting myself against my 'best friend' Eddie Rowan... The World Heavyweight champion, Ace King... and some jackass by the name of T.J. Hix. It should be Covey. That would make it that much sweeter. But I will take his oldest comrade for now. No point in going right for the throat when there's so many limbs to work my up to it."

~~ Alan looks up slowly at the camera. ~~

Alan
"And so it begins. First things first, why are YOU even in this match, Hix? Who are you? Who are you to even be in the same ring as the One Man Riot? So you are a good friend of Matt Covey's. Well, so was I. But you've been his bosom buddy for quite a while, haven't you? You go way back. Is that supposed to impress me? TJ, I barely know you. Have you seen what I've done to people who I REALLY know? You may think you know sadistic from being Matt's trophy wife for so long, but you do not. You don't deserve to be in a ring with me, and you DEFINITELY don't deserve to be in a main event. So you were the talent scout for CZW, that's where you came from. Then you took it upon yourself to dress up like Darth Maul and attack Eddie a few times. Couldn't hang being on the sidelines any longer? I can relate to that. It's not very fun watching people in the ring that you know you are better than. But the difference is where I know.. and you THINK. I know you have a reputation, and a history... don't get me wrong, we all do. But what you lack is CZW exposure. I've defeated in one way or another, nearly every big name that's came across this way. Ace King, El Pablo, Gregory Grantham, Matt Stylez, Eric Collum, Brian Blaze, Buck Evans, Big Nasty, Jesse Montana, Brian Kirkland, Mike King, Ronnie McNeil, Mortius, the list goes on and on. You've defeated... Eddie Rowan. And only because of my divine intervention. But, that's right, you've joined Jesse and The Gang now, haven't you? Not only are you buddies with Covey, but you now sleep in the same bed as Jesse Montana and Justin Marsham. Yet another empty alliance, which will surely disenegrate at the very moment Jesse deems you not as useful as you once were. It could be months, it could be days. So no, your new little injustice league doesn't impress or intimidate me in the slightest bit. Three egomaniacs and a drunk? Boring. You are the least significant factor in this match, you have to know that. You should feel blessed and grateful for this opportunity to taste the boots of The Sadistic Solution. I won't disappoint your fate."

~~ Fiscus pauses, gathering his thoughts. ~~

Alan
"But enough about TJ Hix. Enough about the F'N Idiot. There are riper delicacies for me to plunder. Ain't that right, Gambler? I bet it feels real good to have had that strap for as long as you have. To have that power, that spot, and all the glory that comes with it. Glory you don't rightfully deserve, if you ask me. You have been the champion of CZW for far too long. Every child's hero, every woman's crush. The trouble is, the scum that represent the CZW Universe isn't much to be proud of. Rednecks, hillbillies, ignorant jocks... and fat women who desire to take you back to their trailor for a hootenanny. You cater to a throng of imbeciles. Although we've never fought mano y mano, I have defeated you before. I've even taken gold from you. History will repeat itself, Volcano, I assure you of that. It is my fate. It is my DESTINY to be the CZW World Heavyweight Champion. What you're doing now, is, you're just keeping the seat warm. I'm man enough to give you a little bit of warning before I cash in. I don't need to sneak in and steal it from you, when I know I can walk right up to you face to face and TAKE IT from you. But then again... maybe I won't. Maybe I will cash in at the most opportunistic time. You can't trust me, nor would I expect you to. All you have to know is that it is coming, one way or the other. Bide your time well, King. Live it up for all it's worth. Just keep your eye on the clock, and watch as you feel it in your gut that the countdown is on. In the meantime, I will give you a tiny taste of what you're in store for when we're in Colorado Springs. As if you've forgotten. I'm positive it dwells on your conscious that I could have you any time I wanted to, and that was your first thought after winning the title. Do you remember the fear you felt when you had to face myself and Covey last year at Hatewave? The Five Star Gamblers were squashed like mere incests, and their CZW Global Tag Team Titles were easily taken. That fear engulfs you, I've always seen it in your eyes. I am an even more dangerous animal now, Ace. I am focused beyond a shadow of a doubt. I have one ultimate goal. To stand in the place you're standing now. I will do whatever it takes. I am relentless and hell bent. Every single change I've made, every move I've made... all leads up to it. I eat, sleep, and breathe world class. You merely imitate it. In Colorado it will be my delight to hand you the ass kicking you so rightfully deserve. But why a lumberjack match? What horse shit is this? I can only guess that Jesse has something up his ass on this one. I can sure guess who the lumberjacks will be. But they won't be the factor I'm sure they're planning on being. They will not be the catalyst. They will not distract me from hurting you, Ace. The true Devil is on your tail, let's see how fast you can run."

~~ Alan's smile had disappeared, but it regrows again in a cocky smirk. ~~

Alan
"That leaves only one last subject to address. My greatest friend in the whole wide world. 'Rated E For Excrement' Eddie Rowan. Really, Eddie. it's nothing personal. I chose to sever all ties. You don't like the way I did it, sure, I get that. But you know me. Violence and Chaos are my natural instincts. It is a game for me, really. You want to throw the hypocrite card in my face... saying I did to you what Covey did to me... but that's not the point. I didn't leave you for another. I'd rather be alone than have you by my side. You dig? I don't need your friendship. I don't want your love. The only thing that you have that will satisfy me now, is your BLOOD. Which I will have as a feast. Why?"

~~ Alan mockingly shrugs his shoulders. ~~

Alan
"Why not? The weak are here to justify the strong. That's what you are, Eddie. Weaker than me. You're too compassionate for your fellow human being. You care too much to be a true threat, Rowan. You are soft hearted. It makes you weak. It makes you pathetic. Love? There is no love anymore. Everyone is out to get you, motherf**ker. The sooner you realize that, the sooner you'll learn from your mistakes. I took you under my wing, and I may have taught you everything you know... but I didn't teach you everything _I_ know. Now I've set you free, little birdie. Let's see how far you can go. Let's see how much heart you truly possess. Not only will I get my hands on you in Colorado Springs, but if the voices I hear in my head are right, you and I have a date in Tupelo on the 27th. And your precious sheep fans get to choose the stipulation. Like it matters. If I have it my way, after Colorado you won't be able to make it to Summer Showdown. But if you do make it, I'd prefer it to be a Riot match of course. But Riot Match, Scaffold Match, Three Levels of Pain... whatever mask and banner you want to put on my destruction of you, so be it. I would vow to systematically remove every single Whole Damn Show member... but it's pretty much done it on its own. Bryan McNally? Been gone for months. Big Nasty? Gone. Maynard O'Toole? Injured for the indefinite future. Matt Covey? Dead drunk walking. That only leaves you and me, Edvard. Who will be the sole survivor of the canceled show? Who will be the last man standing? It'll be the man with the briefcase."

~~ Alan closes his eyes for a brief moment and then reopens them. ~~

Alan
"TJ. Ace. Eddie. You're all about to be caught in the riot. The massacre. I will not take blame for the blood shed. I will not take responsibility for the results, for the destruction, or for the hundreds of so-called innocent children who watches the match, their nightmares. The Sadistic era truly begins, right here and right now. 'I'm gonna rape, pillage, and plunder... this entire federation!'"

~~ Alan goes off in a maniacal laugh, with his eyes bulging and his mouth smiling wide. He sticks his tongue out and sneers, continuing to laugh. The scene slowly fades to black with this madman seemingly staring right at you. ~~
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