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| Better Than You; The Boss Cometh | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 20 2009, 08:45 PM (180 Views) | |
| Boss Hix | Jun 20 2009, 08:45 PM Post #1 |
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Trapped in purgatory A lifeless object, alive Awaiting reprisal Death will be their acquisition The sky is turning red Return to power draws near Fall into me, the sky’s crimson tears Abolish the rules made of stone Pierced from below, souls of my treacherous past Betrayed by many, now ornaments dripping above Awaiting the hour of reprisal Your time slips away Raining blood From a lacerated sky Bleeding its horror Creating my structure Now I shall reign in blood! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Clack clack clack. Heels striking a marble surface. Jenny Jacobs was looking forward to checking out the newest main eventer to join the ranks of CzW. Nothing would stop her. He was one hell of a fine man…and since she had so much luck with some of the other talent like Rave…The Crock…and a few others…maybe she could with this one too. Last she had heard, he had commandeered the office of Faz last week on Overdrive. Maybe she could find him there again this week. New arena, new office. She turned a couple more corners and there it was…’The FN Boss’ TJ Hix. Finally, this was her chance. She moved closer to the door. “Excuse me. What do you think you’re doing?” Jenny stopped and looked over to the side at a cubicle where none other than Allescha McVay. “Oh, good evening Allescha.” “It’s Ms. McVay to you. Thank you very much.” “Sorry, Ms. McVay. I was just hopin to have a chat with TJ.” “Do you have an appointment?” “An appointment?” “Yes Ms. Jacobs.” “I’m Jenny Jacobs…CzW Interviewer extraordinaire.” “And I’m Allescha McVay…TJ Hix’s business consultant. What your point?” “My point is, I shouldn’t have to have a damned appointment. I should be able to talk to whom ever I wish to, whenever I wish too.” “Very well, Ms. Jacobs. I will buzz him and let him know.” “Thank you.” Allescha walks over to her desk and presses an intercom button. “Boss Hix.” A voice crackle over the com. ~~“Yes Ms. McVay.”~~ “There is a Ms. Jenny Jacobs here to speak with you. Shall I let her in?” ~~“Does she have an appointment?”~~ “The hell…?” “No Boss. She does not.” ~~”Then tell the bitch to move along. I’m a very f**kin busy man. f**k that bitch. She think she’s a f**kin special bitch or some shit? Ms. McVay, please bitch smack her for me. The stupid bitch.”~~ “Yes Boss.” Allescha steps away from her desk and begins walking toward Jenny. She puts some powder on her right hand from a nearby container. “Whoa…whoa…wait a minute Ms. McVay. No need to get all hostile. Maybe we can work out a deal?” “I’m listening…what do you have in mind.?” “How bout this?” Jenny begins to remove her clothes for McVay. ![]() “So…what do you think?” Allescha smiles as she walks over to Jenny. SMACK “First off, why the hell do you think that would at all be a good deal? That ass has been used more times than the oval office. Secondly…I’m not a lesbian.” “But I saw the way you were lookin at the Starr sisters last week.” “Because they’re hot…and well…you’re just not. Besides…why look at you when I can look at all this.” Allescha unsnaps her top and leans back in her chair. ![]() Jenny looks to the ground in defeat. “Alright…fine…I would like to make an appointment please.” “Yes Ms. Jacobs, but of course. I will mark you down for his next opening.” “Thank you Ms. McVay.” Allescha jots down on her calendar a couple of things. She then presses the buzzer. “Boss Hix. You’re 4:30 is here.” Jenny shoots a glance at Allescha. “You mean to tell me…all this time…” “Ms. Jacobs, you’re late.” Jenny gets furious. “Very well Allescha, you may let her in. Tell her next time though, if she’s late again, I may not be so generous.” “Yes Boss.” “Late!! How am I late!!” “Boss is a very impatient man. If you don’t hurry, he may decide you need to seek new employment.” “Fine!!” Jenny storms into TJ’s office as Allescha continues pecking away on her computer. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~TJ’s Office~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ![]() “WHAT KIND OF BULLSHIT IS THIS?” TJ just sits at his office playing with a remote while Jenny Jacobs fumes. “YOU MADE ME WAIT IN THE f**kIN LOBBY WHEN YOU HAD NOTHING GOING ON!!” TJ finally looks up at Jenny. “If you don’t sit down and do what you’re here to do…I will call security and they will escort you from my office. Then I will have Allescha take her 12 inch stilettos upside your head. So, how bout we try this again. How may I help you Ms. Jacobs?” Jenny finally calms herself down. After everything she went through to get in here, she wasn’t about to be forced out. Her plan was in motion…she couldn’t stall now. “Yes, I’m sorry. I’ve just had a rough day and ever since the Matt Covey incident…I haven’t been given very much respect. I’m looked as some sort of joke.” “Jenny, I will say again…you’re not here to give me your sob story…correct? My patience is wearing very then on you right now…either speak your piece, or get the f**k out of my office.” “Sorry. Well, first off, let me thank you for your time Boss Hix.” “That’s it, I’m callin security.” “No no…I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m here to discuss last week…and this coming week. So Eddie finally did it.” “Did what?” “He finally capitalized and managed to pull out a win over you last week by bringing first blood.” “What show were you watching?” “Overdrive last week.” “Oh, you mean when Eddie cheated.” “Cheated…I don’t follow.” “Do you see a mark on my forehead?” “Well no…but…” “But nothing…Eddie cheated…he never brought first blood on me.” “TJ we clearly saw…” “You saw what Eddie wanted you to see…you didn’t see the truth.” “He even re rolled clips from last week earlier today.” “Video’s can be deceiving. This is what really happened.” TJ flips on his TV to a spot during the first blood match. Eddie picks up TJ again, with the crowd firmly behind him. He tosses him to the ropes. Leapfrog! On the return... but TJ ducks the clothesline. The rebound... and TJ nails a stiff lariat of his own, almost flipping Eddie inside out! “Did you see that Jenny?” “Yes, that was a strong lariat you delivered there.” “Yeah, so strong it busted the inside of his lips wide open. But he kept the blood in his mouth during the entire match so the ref wouldn’t see it. Then, when he felt the time was right…he spit on me when the ref wasn’t looking…then whipped me into the turnbuckle where it appeared he had busted me open. I was robbed.” “Um…I find that really hard to swallow.” “Heh, that’s probably the only thing you do.” “What’s that suppose to mean?” His is ignoring her. He appears to be answering his phone. “What the f**k do you mean cut to f**kin commercial? Pay my f**kin sponsors…why the hell do I have to pay my f**kin sponsors. Threatening to cut me the f**k off if I don’t. What the f**k…do I look like a f**kin after school special. I ain’t payin no f**kin sponsors. Fine…I’ll play the f**kin commercial, but after the show…you and I need to have a chat.” TJ ends his call enraged. “I’m being told by the mother f**kin producer to take it to a word from our f**kin sponsor…something bout some f**kin new slim line f**kin house product bullshit. We’ll be back after this f**kin shit.” “Wow…that one spot on the carpet has got to be hella clean. f**kin bitch never moved. There you have it…new slim lines home improvement bullshit. Now Jenny, I want to show you something.” Hix flips on his TV again, this time it’s not a match clip, but almost something like a horror gothic movie. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dim lights, smoke in the air...all is not well in the hotel room tonight. As the scene comes to an open, the camera pans around the quaint Hotel Suite aimlessly. As said, the lights are very dim and the air is thick with smoke. Only a slight shuffling can be heard. The camera pans around some more onto a suitcase. Lots of rusted gold sparkles from within. As the camera zooms in the voice of a man can be heard. "All this useless garbage. All a waste. What was all this for? And why do I keep chasing this damned dream. Ten time EWC World Champion…the EWC shut down with me holding that title.” He throws it over onto the floor. He pulls out another title. ”Ah yes…and this little beauty…the UWF World Title. This title was not only a blessing in the UWF…but it was a f**kin curse. I went through five damn men in the match when I won that title. However, everyone started giving me shit about how I was not deserving of that title. Perhaps I didn’t make myself clear, I WENT THROUGH FIVE f**kIN MEN TO WIN THIS TITLE!! Two guys didn’t make the flight to that match. The third member got pulled out of the match…then my partner and myself took out the five men by ourselves. He helped me take out two…but then I had to take out the other three BY MYSELF!! Heh…then everyone started comin after me…the fed shut down because no one could beat me. But what was it for?” The title also gets slung onto the floor. Rage is quickly filling this man to breaking point. “The EWC Tag Titles…the EWC Hardcore title…W3 Chaos Title…it WAS ALL FOR NOTHING!! And this damn SWA Extreme Combat title and XWM World Title!! I won these damn things and got nothing out of it. The feds all shut down before my reign could be taken to it’s fullest. What the hell was wrong with all this shit. I get a title…the fed is jinxed and shut down!” Gold titles are slung all about in the hotel room. Finally, a view of the enraged man is finally seen. Starting at the waist it slowly pans upward. At first more yelling is heard as the view pans to the top of someone’s head. The shouts and yells start slowing up until they become a kind of laughter. The laughter become more sinister as the man brings his head up and stares eye to eye with the camera. The man staring back is none other than CZW superstar…The f**kin Boss TJ Hix. ”Heh…CZW…guess who’s here? A little taste of a disease. I told everyone that I’d do it. I told them all. I told everyone that I would crush all my opposition and I would bring every fed crumbling to its knees…and I’ve done it. The EWC, the UWF, the W3, the XWM and the SWA…all fell to the f**kin Boss. And the funs just beginning. I’ve came to the CZW to continue my reign of pain and suffering to all who dare cross paths with me. I’m here to stay…and destroy. HA, HA, HA, HA!!!” TJ Hix gets up still laughing as he opens a suitcase and pulls out some newspaper clippings. ”But that’s not even the half of it. You see this article? It’s dated fourteen years ago. That was the year that my life changed dramatically. It was the day I went to jail for the murder of my mother. Funny thing is though…it wasn’t me. Boy you just got to love my f**kED up life!!” Hix stares at the article before crumpling it up and throwing it to the floor. ”This is all dead to me. It means nothing anymore. Every fed I go to…my damned past always comes back to haunt me. Worse yet…it accomplishes nothing in the real world…nothing!! The only thing that means a damn thing to me is this baby right here.” Hix retrieves a large blunt object from beside his bed. He looks at it with a euphoric stare before he kisses it. ”This sledgehammer has always been there for me…and it always will be. I like to call it the Equalizer.” The cell phone rings before he can go any further. "Hix speaking." … Kix? Ha...it's been a while since you've called me that. … Yeah, the CZW scouted and offered me top dollar to join their damn fed. Then Montana offered me double to come out of retirement and help him start him rebuild his empire. … Too true...especially considering you're only sayin that because you get 20%. … What? Really...what f**kin good does this money do for me? Considerin last anyone checked, I’m dead to this world. And besides it isn't like I ain't got tons of money as it is. … Fans!? Ha, don't make me laugh. The fans turned their backs on me the second I started destroying their damned heroes and the second BA ‘killed‘ me! No one probably even remembers me…just like Prime Time said. Who is this TJ Hix anyway? It makes me sick. 10 time EWC World Champ, 7 time EWC International Champ, 15 time EWC Tag Champ, 5 time EWC Hardcore Champ, 1 time EWC TV Champ, 1 time SWA Extreme Combat champ…the list goes on. … Well, well, well...already trying to destroy me before I even get started in this CZW. I’m sure Montana knows what I am capable of. … Several feds have crumbled at my feet because I've destroyed the very foundation of all that they stood for. … Please...my stroke as you put it...doesn't need to be watched … Fatal Four Way Lumberjack Match at Overdrive. … I know who the hell those idiot are. ... Hix goes silent and his eyes start to turn a shade of red. … Ah, but of course… Eddie f**kin Rowan…Alan f**kin Fiscus…and Ace f**kin King? … No...it's just that I wasn't expecting to already walk in and destroy the helpless soul that think they’re the top contenders here in the CZW. … HA!! I've survived time itself...and hell...I even snatched myself away from the dark abyss after that match I had with Smoker in the UWF. Heh...I guess I'll already know his style before we ever go one on one. … Warning? Ha, I fear nothing! You're warning means just that...nothing!! Unless you’re warning me about some HLA. … You see...that's the difference between you and me Tony. You tried to kill yourself...I've actually danced with the devil in the pale moonlight...sorry about the Batman reference...heh. Yeah, I do this for the kicks...and hell yeah I know I'm not coming out unscathed...but you know what... … I'm going to enjoy every second I bash his head in...again and again...they will drop...they will be eliminated...until only I stand... We can hear Tony sniffle in the background a little as Hix starts getting a maniacal grin across his face. …. And that one...will indeed be The f**kin Boss TJ Hix. Tony begins to end the call as the scene fades. You can see Hix still with the evil grin on his face. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ::Later:: The lights of the city shine brightly this night. Hix stands out on his balcony as the wind blows through his red trench coat. Inside, Allescha and Tony Cartel are playing with the stereo. Tony is fighting with Allescha over the volume control until finally they break off the knob by accident when it’s at full volume. All of a sudden, the ‘Smooth Criminal’ song blows Allescha and Tony on their asses. The Boss laughs at the hilarity of it all. Then out of nowhere a loud boom is heard. Matt stands beside the stereo that now crackles and pops while sparking. Hix runs into his Suite. “What the hell did you do? That’s a $1000 stereo you just destroyed!!” “I hate that f**kin song.” “That still gives you no right to destroy a $1000 piece of equipment. Never, EVER, touch a white rich man’s stereo. You might lose a limb. Geez, haven’t you seen ‘The Godfather?’ I mean, honestly…” “Nah, I’ve never seen it. I heard it sucked anyway. Hey what’s the deal with the red trenchcoat anyway? First shades, then a red trenchcoat?” “The trenchcoat? Well, a wise person once said to me that the color red means determination.” “That’s queer.” ”Anyway, that’s what I was told.” ”Who’s the stupid f*g who told you that bullshit anyway. They deserve to be hung.” *In a cold stare*: “My father…” ”Yeah…f**kin f*g…” ”And then Kaly told me that as well. She helped me come off with my new outfit.” ”Well, uh…it looks stupid.” ”And you know what Matt…it’s actually true in my case. Determination is what I feel every damn day. It is my determination that will enable me to beat those two morons in my match…then maybe I can start thinking I deserve a Title. It is determination that enabled me to become a former 10 time EWC World Champion and it also enabled me to go to the UWF, win their World Title...and then it brings me here to the CZW. And it’s determination that will enable myself to go into Overdrive and annihilate everyone who stands in my way. We’ve got some plans up our sleeves no matter what the outcome, but I’m getting too far ahead of myself. First there was the last UWF PPV.” ”Yeah.” ”One on one. Two of the biggest stars that the UWF had to offer had to go into battle last PPV. I’m still working on my New Era. I walked in there into Heaven and Hell and destroyed Smoker. My opponents this week however are an interesting display of characters who I guess thinks he really is a major player in CZW. Needless to say barely anyone seems to take them seriously…it took what…2 seconds to come up with Bruce Springsteen. What kind of lame brain insult is that...or The f**kin Idiot…come one…give me something to work with…damn. I am the f**kin Boss, boys…I will be the f**kin Boss in that ring come Overdrive. I will show them why I am the f**kin Boss TJ Hix.” “I think you gave them too much credit. I don’t think it even took a second to come up with those insults.” Anyway, back to the topic at hand…The f**kin Boss steps into the ring with those two Saturday. Too bad they have to pay for the sin bestowed upon him by Derek Damage when he decided to make the fatal mistake of trying to destroy me before I had a chance to poison his fed. Then again…it makes me wonder if this is some sort of test laid out in front of me. DD is throwin some hopeful members of his superstars out in MY path to see if they have what it takes to remain in the CZW…and to see if I have what it takes to replace their status here in the CZW. Well DD…I hate to say this, but you’ve thrown your guys to the wolf. I’ll pick their bones clean. The f**kin Boss TJ Hix has always been a steamroller barreling through the EWC and then UWF and then many more and now the CZW, making all wrestlers fear the name TJ Hix. I’ve been destroying people’s hopes and dreams in feds and I’m not about to stop. Especially not because some punk bitches about facing The f**kin Boss , or some Insane Clown Pussy Wannabe thinks he’s tough shit...or some f**k has tried to feel his gambling habit with gambling his life in the ring. Well look boys, I do too you stupid ass Mother f**kers. The f**kin Boss thinks he’s tough shit, so don’t go thinkin you’re special guys. The difference is…I can back it up. I’m telling the world that I will bury you all in the match we are going to have…NO… I’m telling them I will not only destroy them, but I will humiliate them as well. Yeah, The f**kin Boss will make an example out of them. In the end, all will fear the name, THE f**kIN BOSS boys. You will learn my name well. Devil Man was just the beginning of the hell I can put anyone through. Heh, you TOO will learn that you don’t cross the Bo…no, no. You will learn that you DON’T f**k WITH THE BOSS. YOU DON’T f**k WITH A BAD ASS, AND YOU SURE AS HELL DON’T f**k WITH AN ATTITUDE. I’ll see if we can’t take you all out permanently. I’ll beat you boys…let’s see if I can destroy you. I WILL COME OUT VICTORIOUS!! All your trash talk, your entire one hit wonders, they will mean nothing then, later…never. I will end them…please…you haven’t ended a damn thing. Now, assclowns, now you will see me in your NIGHTMARES!! Now, you’re going to have to answer to the piper. You’ve always been on the outside looking in guys. As far as I can tell, you’ve always had DD on your side…give you world title shots without you proving your worth. When are you going to do something on your alls own for once? Are you that scared guys that you can’t do something on your own for once? You afraid I‘m goin to show Mr. Montana what you really are? You’ll lose any shots you thought you had for the World Title because of me? You never face reality alone. You know if you get in trouble, someone will be there to back you up. You’ve always known that…and they always have it seems. Someone was always there to lick up the shit you left behind. I figured that once you get fame as a single’s competitor, you’ll do things on your own…but maybe I'm wrong. Someone is still there. Be a f**king fighter for once guys, do something for yourself. Prove to DD and MYSELF you deserve a title shot…prove you all are the top dawgs of CZW!! You can’t do it…and you know it. Look at me; I’m a 10 time EWC World Champ. You know what, my ten reigns, I had no stable, I had no tag team…uh-uh…it was just me…The f**kin Boss. I did everything ALONE. Hell, I wonder some time…of all the champs back in the EWC, I was the best. You wouldn’t know these people, but over in the EWC…I was one of the f**kin best and the champs were all losers like you because they always had to hid behind someone else. EOI always had some form of the Harsh Winter, Royal once had Penetrator, Kelley had Dubose, Bradley had Kaly or Aquaria, and they’ve all had someone somehow. Only I fought my own battles. Yeah, I use to have a clique, but they know what I know. They’ve all been there. It’s lonely at the top. You have to forsake all that is around you to accomplish that goal. Matt Covey knows that, I know that…but we also know it’s all competition. We know, in the end when the smoke settles, we will still be friends. But come the Overdrive, I have to leave all that in the locker room. I’ll show you all what a true champion is though I may hold no gold. He’s a man who does not rely on anyone anywhere. He does his job, he doesn’t fall back to his buddies, and he keeps on rollin. He’s not in this match up, as long as you keep doing what everyone else wants you to do…you’ll always be a joke as a Wrestler. You’ll never be taken seriously Eddie for that matter. That’s why The Boss will show you what it’s all about. I’ll prove to the World who the only great Wrestler is. I guarantee it. Overdrive last week and now is just the beginning of the true power of the f**kin Boss TJ Hix…I’ll take out several key members of CZW…I took out a Wannabe member to other feds. I took out the Upper Class. What more do I have to do to prove myself worthy. Throw Ace King at me…throw Eddie at me…hell…throw f**kin Alan at me and see what they get…they’ll be left in a bloody heap…” TJ Hix pops his neck and then looks back into the camera. “Heh…poor guys…I feel bad for you…you’re just like Jesus…you’re going to have to die for another man’s sins. You’re goin to have to pay for everything. It’s not a very wise career choice on your behalf…but you’re…how they say…SCREWED!! It’s goin to be a slaughter in the ring…and all the blood shed, the tears…heh…it’ll be on Derek’s hands…and don’t think your safe from my wraith. We have this one idiot runnin around flappin his gums, talkin about how no one can escape the Wraith of God…well…news flash…NO ONE…AND I MEAN NO ONE…ESCAPES THE WRAITH OF THE f**kIN BOSS TJ HIX!!!! HA HA HA!!! I haven’t forgotten the night you became a target…it was only the beginning. I look at it this way…if you don’t start nothin…there won’t be nothin…which is what most of those guys have decided on. Smart people…heh. Back up your shit you spout. We’ll see.” TJ stops and looks out the window as he hears fire trucks and ambulances wail down the streets. No one would have expected such a hell to be brought down upon them this night. Then again, who ever does? Most people find the scene atrocious…but one…one cold hearted man who has lost all emotional contact to the lives of human beings…one man who lives life to the deadliest of games. Humor was one thing he never knew till he watched his first victim squirm in pain and agony. He then wanted more…he wanted to see more…he wanted to cause more…thus he came to be who he is this day…the f**kin Boss TJ Hix… ”You, the elusive one…the first unexpected thing.” A slight shimmer of metal can be seen in the darkness. The sound of its release lets most know it’s a switchblade. ”I thought I would stay the lost one, brooding with all suggestibility of shadow, where a thought is all one feels and clings to. Never envisioning myself the guide.” Hix stands up from his couch as the moonlight shines into his room. He carries a switchblade as he walks to the fire escape. The winds blowing from the outside makes the tail of his coat flip like that of fire. ”That I, a mirror like the moon, should cast borrowed light onto your burial ground seclusion mother…Kaly. Seeking the places where you remain. It’s a solitude that dares only the endurance of self defined torments.” It begins to rain as Hix steps out onto the fire escape balcony as he looks to the air and smiles with a grin of malevolence. He removes his trench and throws it into the room as he climbs on out and begins to ascend the stairs to the roof. ”In those final moments before even I can no longer pretend to light. When I vanish from the sky to shiver in a night I created, darkness not so different from your own…” Once Hix reaches the roof he again pulls out his switchblade releasing the blade like a hiss of the serpents kiss. He walks around on the roof smiling and looking to the sky as the rain seems to get harder. He welcomes every drop like a new friend. He makes his way to the corner overlooking the street the ambulance and fire trucks are going down as the heat of the burning asylum is still felt even from this distance away. He kneels, looking out into the streets below. ”Before I lapse uncertain, too awkward as bringer of light. I sense that you might almost look up and see this savior looking back at you, ready to take the soul of three men…as I shall be their judge come Overdrive. I shall lay them to rest, ready to bring those ungrateful wretches to rest by my hands and my hands only. The Apocalypse is upon you guys. If you would only will it, and see what I do not understand but try to reflect to you. Perhaps you would then know light and show me what it means…and I will show you darkness and what it means. I‘m not afraid to bleed. I’ve already proven that. It won‘t be the first time…nor will it be the last.” Hix takes his switchblade to his left wrist. The sickening sound of ripping flesh fills the ears of all that is around as blood begins to pour from his wrist. Hix smiles and holds it over the edge as the blood begins to drip faster and faster from his wrist. ”Drip…Drip…Drip…the color of sanguine has such a relaxing sense to it. Its beauty…its mystery…its what keeps us all alive. Isn’t it amazing how a color can be so complex boys…just this color dripping from my wrist…that healthy reddish color…is all that pumps throughout our body. How much can I make them lose at Overdrive…how much? Drip…Drip…Drip…” Hix places the switchblade down and uses a finger to wipe some of the blood off his wrist and then draw a straight line across his forehead. Then he makes to lines of blood across both his cheeks. ”Color me sanguine in your paint-by-number world and I shall sing of the boldness of color flushing out of my veins. Racing-heart-engine crossing over your lanes, laughing out the light from my bleached white frame.” Almost as if he were teasing a hungry mongrel, Hix starts moving his wrist back and forth as the blood continues dripping, then he applies pressure to make more blood escape from his self inflicted wound. ”Color me sanguine like the break of a drum when the thumping rattles the breath of my sighs. Rumble-heart-thunder rolling over your skies, bleeding silence in the wake of your stifled cries.” Hix picks up the switchblade with his bleeding hand and slices into his other wrist with the same ripping of flesh…and more blood begins to drip. He allows it to drip on his head and clothes before returning them both over the edge as the rain continues getting heavier…then mixing with the crimson fluid coming from this very disturbed individual. ”Color me sanguine and I shall be, red as the life-blood I bring out of you with every blow I deliver to you. Are you ready for a blood bath again Eddie ? You call yourself the Sadistic Solution…what is that suppose to mean…is it to impress me? I don’t need some goofy ass name…I know I‘m the greatest.…I know our styles are completely different from each other. Power is one style…technicality is another’s…sadistic is the other…brutality is mine…just like Joseph Brown learned earlier tonight at the old Brooklyn Asylum.” Earlier At The Asylum: Fire rips through the asylum. All the inmates/patients scream and twist and turn writhing in pain and agony. The fire was completely by surprise. Joseph Brown and several of the doctors and patients were the only victims. When the fire department got there they found several doctors who had been attacked when someone or something had escaped. No one could remember what happened, except for one patient named Special Ed Covey ”There was a big man who bullied his way through. Out of his fingers….fire exploded…and the desk blew up. And then…like Colossus in X-Men, he threw this one man into the air and sent him through some plexi-glass. It was cool. Then he grabbed this sledgehammer from the toy room and busted open some of security. Then…then he went to our newest visitor’s door and ripped it open. This longhaired man then ran out screaming, but then the new guy jumped out and snapped his neck. It was great. Then the guy with the cut off vest and the new guy walked out of here. Then another fire exploded near the kitchen…and then everything went boom. It was awesome…like the fourth of July. Now… Hix smiles and seems to lick his lips of the blood that drips down his face. ”Tis a shame. They never saw it comin…they never expected a former patient to sneak into the asylum and tear up all hell. In my time there, I studied where they kept goin to get the fuel and stuff for the gas stoves. I studied them day in and day out until one day, I hit one of the doctors over the head with a dinner tray. I took his clothes and snuck into the boiler room. All the oil and all the paint…I knew I could easily turn the wretched asylum into a blazing inferno. The doctors and nurses…they all under estimated me…just like all of you morons of the CZW. They didn’t think a crazy man could be sane…just like you all…just because you have the Hollywood Blonde look goin for you…doesn’t mean your untouchable. It doesn’t mean you can walk in and beat The f**kin Boss TJ Hix…oh no…it’s quite the contrary…It’s because of rookie mistakes like that that gets you hurt. It’s those mistakes that cause guys like me to scar up thosepretty faces of yours. I’ve been listenin to the pukes in the back. I see how they keep saying that I’m goin to lose…they’re almost sure of it. No one cuts you a break when you don’t come out every night to make a jackass of yourself…I don’t feel it necessary to come out each and every night spewing out 100 and 1 different ways to say I’m goin to kick your ass. I try to give you all a treat…I try to show the depth of who I am to you all…but it just doesn’t seem to click with you people with such low IQs. <I>I’m goin to kick your ass, then I’m goin to kick your ass…and hey, did you just look at me…I’m goin to kick your ass too!</I> Now wasn’t that just…<I>enticing</I>…didn’t that just keep you on the edge of your seat to figure out what I was goin to say next. Man, pull up a chair and get some popcorn…I can do this all night. <I>I’m goin to kick your ass because you smell…I’m goin to kick your ass because you called my momma a whore…hey hey, wait a second…did you just touch my ass…now I’m really goin to have to kick your ass. You bastard, how dare you, now I have to kick your ass.</I> Damn, ain’t I just talented as all get out. Oh yeah, I’m ready for the big leagues now because I can say how I’m goin to kick your ass.” Sarcasm bleeds from every word he speaks. Frustration can soon be sensed as well. ”f**k THAT!! THAT’S NOT ME! I DIDN’T MAKE MY NAME IN ALL THE OTHER FEDS BY FOLLOWING THE f**kIN STATUS QUO! I’M ONE OF A KIND WITH A STYLE UNMATCHED BY ANY! I AM A MAN OF MANY SURPRISES…YOU NEVER KNOW WHERE I’M COMIN FROM TILL IT’S TOO LATE…TIL YOU’RE LOOKIN UP AT ME FROM YOUR PRONE POSITION AS I STAND OVER YOU…WITH THE BLOOD I TORE FROM YOUR BODY DRIPPING ON YOU!! I WATCH AS YOU SQUIRM AND TRY TO GET BACK TO YOUR FEET BEFORE I BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU AND LEAVE YOU FOR DEAD!! IT’S THE WAY OF TRUTHLESS HEROES!! WE MAKE OUR VICTIMS SUFFER…AND SHOW NO MERCY!! WE ARE RUTHLESS…AND NO ONE f**kS WITH US…NOT EVEN YOU THREE JERKWADS!! LUMBERJACKS OR NO LUMBERJACKS YOU WILL GROW TO LEARN WHO I AM…YOU WILL GROW TO LEARN WHO TRUTHLESS HEROES ARE…AND YOU WILL UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH THE WORLD OF WRESTLING ANGERS ME!! WE WATCH EACH AND EVERY NIGHT AS A NEW PAPER CHAMPION IS GIVEN HIS TITLE. IT PISSES ME OFF!! WHO IN THE BLUE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE ?!! YOU HAVE <I>BETTER</I> THINGS TO DO! WHO THE f**k DO YOU THINK I AM …YOU MADE ME SOMETHIN I HATE…YOU MADE ME SOMETHIN I DESPISE…!! THOUGH I MAY HAVE SEVERAL FORMER TITLES IN MY RESUME…IT IS ALL EMPTY TITLES TO ME!! THERE WAS NOTHING…AND I DO MEAN NOTHING…I WANTED MORE THAN TO GET RATED E FOR EVERYONE …THE PEOPLE’S HERO… THEN TO DESTROY YOU AND END YOUR MISERABLE LITTLE LIFE!! I WANT CZW TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I GET THEIR HEROS IN THE RING…I WANT THEM TO WATCH AS I MUTILATE THEM RIGHT BEFORE THE AUDIENCE…RIGHT IN FRONT OF THEM! I WANT THEM TO REALIZE…I’M A LOOSE CANNON…READY TO EXPLODE ON ANYONE WHO GETS IN MY WAY!! YOU ALL WANTED TO SEE HIM WIN SO BADLY…YOU THOUGHT I WAS GOIN TO FALL!! EVERYONE IN THE BACK THOUGHT I WOULD FALL…BUT YOU …YOU KNEW I WOULDN’T FALL…YOU KNEW YOU WERE JUST ANOTHER VICTIM!! THAT’S WHY YOU WEREN’T EVEN MAN ENOUGH TO HAND ME THE A CLEAN LOSS YOURSELF…YOU ALL NOW KNOW THE DEATH WARRANT HAS BEEN SIGNED…YOU KNOW IT IS ALL OVER FOR YOU IF YOU FALL TO THE DOWNWARD SPIRAL OR THE SEEK NEW EMPLOYMENT!! SO YOU RUN AWAY IN TERROR…FEARING FOR YOUR LIFE!! THEN I GET A HOLD OF YOU ALL…AND DESTROY YOU ALL!! YOU KNOW I’M GUNNIN FOR YOU IF I GET THERE...THAT'S WHY YOU THREE WILL NEVER GET AROUND TO RESPONDING TO YOUR LOSSES...YOU CUT THEM OFF AT THE ARENA BEFORE THEY WERE SENT OFF!! ENOUGH ABOUT YOU THOUGH...ACE…EDDIE…ALAN...YOU'RE THE TARGETS!! YOU DIDN'T WANT TO STARE INTO MY ONYX EYES AND WATCH THE REFLECTION OF ME MAKING YOU BLEED RIGHT THERE IN THE ARENA ON YOUR NEW SUITS…ME MAKING YOU SUFFER FOR THE BULLSHIT I WENT THROUGH THE WEEK BEFORE!! YOU TALK ABOUT TAKIN OUT THE f**kIN BOSS TO PROVE YOUR WORTH...YET YOU TRY TO POUR COMMENTS ABOUT RESPECT OUT TO ME!! YOU'RE NOT TAKIN ME DOWN...NOT WITHOUT A FIGHT!!” Hix stops for a breath and pulls a blood stained envelope from his cammo pant pocket and pulls out a plane ticket in his bloody hands. ”Heh…but no worries this week. I bought my own plane tickets. I will be there at Overdrive…and I will be knockin at your door. As far as I’m concerned…you and I have unfinished business…and until I get you in the ring…I will not stop making your lives a living hell. I WANT MY MATCH AGAINST YOU THREE SO I CAN PUT THE PUNKS IN THE BACK IN THEIR PLACES!! Don't think for a minute that you'll just trample over me ...Ie may not have been here as long as you...but I've been in the business long enough. I know what to expect...especially from three people who seem to have had a slight history with each other...well...prepare for another page in your history books. We'll see if you can back your words up Alan...when only one man will have his hand raised in victory.” With great precision and catlike speed…Hix slings the switchblade into the camera lense. When it manages to focus back, four Hixes appear before the shattered camera lense ”Damn did I get a little off track or what? Right now…I have the three Amigos to worry with. I’ve been watching you guys…and I’m still waiting to be impressed. Though I was nothing more than a suit when you came onto the scenes…I was still here. I kept watching each and every show that took place while I was gone…and you’ve all started rackin up quite a record. I think you even managed to collect some notice along the way… Guys…I don’t know a whole lot about you...but I know enough. However, Eddie…I do know you…and it might be fun to give you a crimson mask on that Dicaprio face of yours. I’m ready for you idiots…just bring it on…we’ll see who falls in a bloody heap come Overdrive? Drip...Drip...Drip... Till later…I’m out.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ TJ Hix flips the TV off and looks back at Jenny. “You know…I’ve had issues in the past with anger management….so much that I’ve even been diagnosed with a case of the multi-personality syndrome. At times, my anger takes me over…I lose all control and do stupid shit. Eddie is lucky that was The Boss he was fighting last week…otherwise, when or lose…he would have been killed before the night was out. I would have put him on the shelf for quite sometime. And now…we meet once more with two extra elements thrown in. Ace King and Alan Fiscus. I’ve said all I possibly can about Eddie. I have nothing left for him. I proved my point too many times already…he thinks we‘re even after that fluke last week…he‘s got another thing coming.” Hix finally stands up from his desk and walks over to his fireplace. He flips a switch, breathing the flames into life. He watches as the flame whips and hisses like a serpent before removing a picture from his back pocket. The CZW Newsletter… “Alan made his triumphant return last week while Ace has all but vanished.” TJ throws the paper into the fire. It turns the paper to ash before it even makes it fully in the flame. “Alan…Alan…Alan…whatever are we going to do? You were another of my targets a while back…but I guess the pressure got to high, so you left. Now, you wanna trash on me for retirement…heh, I never have ever really retired…I’ve taken time off…but with a record like mine…there’s nothing left for me to do. I’ve destroyed guys with far more talent then you’ll ever have. Sadistic…what is honestly so sadistic about you? Have you watched a man buried alive right before your eyes…have you been the man to bury him alive. Not because a match tells you too…but just because you feel like it. Have you ever walked into an opponents families mausoleum and shattered the coffin that holds their mothers remains? Have you set your own best friend on fire in a coffin before? Of course not. I have. I’ve watched them stretch and contort in such agony that should be considered inhumane. Never flinching…never moving…just watching…that is sadistic. So here it is Alan…you get your chance to try and prove who the real sadistic bastard is at Overdrive.” TJ turns back to Jenny with a weird smile on his face. “Then there’s Ace King…the CZW poster boy…the ever elusive gambler. I can’t help but notice that when the goin gets tough…the Ace gets goin. It happened when Ruth miscarried…it happened when he lost his Title the first time…and it’s happening again now that a new wave has blown into the CZW. Where is the Ace King? Hiding from the f**kin Boss no doubt. You aren’t much of a champion Ace, and I can’t wait to see who will finally dethrone your ass. We’ll see I guess.” “This also gives you a chance to prove your worth for the Chamber match at Summer showdown.” “Darlin…you see this face? This is the face of a God…I’m not about to lower myself to some petty barbaric title status and scar up this beautiful face. Brian, Mike, Tim, and Mystery Guy can have that shit for all I care.” TJ returns to his seat. “Well there you have it Jenny. The battle lines have been drawn…you know where I f**kin stand. So let the slaughter begin. Four men…lumberjacks…one ring…Fatal isn’t the word for it. Heh, bottom line is this…like me or hate me…I’m still better than you…” Camera fades… Edited by Boss Hix, Jun 20 2009, 08:47 PM.
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