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| Boss Hix | Jul 10 2009, 08:37 PM Post #1 |
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“I’ve always been a straight shooter when it comes to my business. Now, I’ve been told once or twice before that my perception of a situation could be misinterpreted as cold or heartless. I see one thing, they see the other. But do remember, I am the one sitting here at thirty years old with millions in the bank, doing what I want to do. So it's hard to make an argument that my perception and the real world are one in the same. So I’m going to speak off the cuff, as plainly as I can. For all of you to understand. I’m unimpressed. I came here with high expectations for myself. I envisioned a start to my career similar to the path I’ve taken. But I picked the CzW for a reason. Because it was deemed the best. Unfortunately, every obstacle that I’ve encountered has ultimately been easily defeated. Every person here speaks without a common knowledge of their abilities. They speak as if they actually had something to offer. I signed with this company under the impression I was going to have competition. My success was driven off my ability to make others fail. It’s what has driven me to be the man I am today. I’ve put my business ventures to the side and focused on solely wrestling the past couple of months. And instead of congratulations on saving the company, I get cold stares and jealous eyes staring at me in the locker rooms. My shrewd tactics with referees and with management is highly frowned upon, but nobody has been able to stop my ascent to the top. So now, they are sending out their heavy artillery. In a desperate attempt to save the creditability of an outsider coming in a dominating their sport, they have chosen The Graduate. Gregory Grantham The hope of a federation for me not to take over rests solely on a school “boy” who seems to be doing more announcing than wrestling these days. They get lucky enough to win a match or two and they coast through the weeks like they are in retirement. I can’t say I blame him though; the quality of talent that surrounds me is laughable. I know when I defeat Grantham I’m going to go to a bank, rent a lockbox, and store away all my winnings from that match. Where are the strong competitors I was promised to face upon signing? Have they all tucked their tails between their legs and run away? Have they brushed me off and ignored me, despite my dominance over the last decade? What are you going to do when faced with superior talent? I don’t expect much from you Grantham, but I’m sure I speak the truth. Have you spent too much time with your lips pressed firmly on the ass of the corporation that you can really stand and proclaim victory in this match? Delusion and denial are unbecoming traits that in the short term might gain you an advantage, but the long term reality is about to set it. This Sunday is the end of the road for you though. Your short and sweet title run will come to a close, and regardless what you chose to do afterwards, I beg you, Grantham. I am pleading with you. Please, leave me alone afterwards. Don’t come challenging back for a rematch. I wouldn’t come begging at your feet for an undeserved opportunity. I hope that when I beat you on Overdrive, you will feel the same.” ---------------------------------------- Date: Wednesday, July 08, 2009 Location: Chicago, Illinois Our scene begins in our corporate bigots office, “The f**kin Boss” TJ Hix. A lavish office with shelves of unread books and gigantic floor-to-ceiling windows line the walls of the room. Centered, is a big wooden oak table with papers and clutter scattered amongst it. Sitting in the matching leather chair, cigar in mouth and smoking, “The f**king Boss” shuffles through stacks of documents to quickly to even gather what he is observing. Across from him is his esteemed agent, Allescha McVay on the left, and to the right sits high ranking CzW Interviewer, Ryan Lewis Hix: Alright Ryan, so you’ve got the commencement of the ceremony down, right? Ryan: Yes, I do. Now I do have a couple of slight questions for you about a few things. Planning a ceremony at a wrestling event for a victory, well, wow, this is definitely a first for me! Hix: Listen, how much am I paying you? Ryan: $300 an hour plus expenses. Hix: So for $300 an hour I think should be able to do your job. I know you are used to baby showers and bar mitzvahs, but unlike babies or Jewish people, this is actually important, ok? Quick glances exchange between Ryan and Allescha, with Allescha just shaking her head. Allescha: What I think Mr. Hix is trying to say is just that we are under a lot of stress. Hix: Stress? Stress is watching the stock market crash and you lose millions of your own dollars in a day. Stress is a woman who’s asking for her second of ten million dollar abstract art piece that looks like two clay pots that have been smashed together. Stress is hardly dealing with the twits I have to deal with here on a weekly basis. Allescha: I’m not sure we should even be planning a celebration ceremony before your match against Gregory. Shouldn’t we be focusing on other things? Hix: Well, I have been thinking about a strategy where I might be able to save some money, not paying off the referees. Allescha: Like what? Hix: As I see it, there are two options, as there is only two true things Grantham cares about. One is class, which I have an extensive collection of. I’m sure he wouldn’t be interested in my aged wines or expensive liquor, so I was thinking maybe we get him a case of Vladimir’s Vodka. I’m pretty sure if we sent him a case of that before the match he’d be so intoxicated he wouldn’t even be able to compete. Allescha: I could look into those options. We are in Columbus, so I think whiskey might be more accessible up there. Hix: Right, well that’s one idea, the other is the only other thing he holds dear to his heart. His Degree. Ryan: Excuse me? Hix: Yes, you heard me correctly. A diploma…degree…whatever the f**k you want to call it. The intelligence I am surrounded by at work is unimaginable. Allescha: What is it you want us to do with the diploma? Hix: Abduct it. Hold it for ransom for a quick and easy match. I’m really not in the mood to break a sweat this weekend, so I’d prefer if we could get a couple of things lined up. Allescha: I’m not exactly sure about how to go about stealing a diploma… Hix: I’m joking. It’s a joke, laugh! Nervous laughter fills the office between the three, with Allescha and Ryan exchanging glances of uneasiness. Hix: That’s enough. The two stop on cue. Hix: Alright Bob… Ryan: It’s Ryan. Hix: Yeah, that’s fine. What is it you have in mind for our celebration after I defeat Gregory for the start of Overdrive the following week? Ryan: Well, we can have an elaborate pyro show which should be easily accessible in your line of work. We’ll send out custom made invitations to each employee to attend. I also picture maybe a long, red carpet entrance with a video collage of your accomplishments. Hix: I’d definitely enjoy seeing some clips of myself Ryan: Champagne will be served to each guest. Hix: You jotting this down Allescha? Allescha: Yes I’m getting it. Now, just a week or two ago Tim Timmons came out and had a big winner celebration for his pinning of Cage Stryker in a tag match, do you think upstaging that performance is necessary? Hix: I don’t know who it is that decided that some kid from Canada who’s hooked on phonics deserved even five minutes of CzW‘s time to party because he beat his rival…ONCE, then would go on to lose the big match at Summer Showdown. Damn nobody cares for all those damned wankers…we all know they’re from the south. So then it just comes down who the better wrestler is, and since I’m the best in the company, obviously I deserve the treatment of the top star here in the promotion. Allescha: I’m sorry to bring this up against Mr. Hix, but just so we can plan accordingly, under the circumstances if we don’t win the match this week…. Hix: First off, you can go ahead and stop referring to it as “we”. I’m the one making the sacrifices here to my body, risking my neck against guys that are too big to even have one. So this is an individual accomplishment, not a team effort, understand? Allescha: Yes sir, well… Hix: Secondly, Saturday’s match is already counted in my books as a victory. I’ve got some very powerful people working on my side this week, and ownership is starting to realize who the true business man, the real money maker in this company is going to be. I’m slowly taking over the CzW without them even realizing it. Referees are making more money from me than they are from their paychecks every two weeks. Management is seeing more money going into their pockets by having a truly unique and charismatic person such as myself in their promotion. There are news outlets that never even knew who Ace King was until I was hired here. Everything I’ve done here so far is a stepping stone, a route to a better direction. That’s what this next match is. Grantham is not a challenge, he’s an obstacle I unfortunately have to waste my time on to become something. Understand? Allescha: Yeah, I understand Mr. Hix. Hix: Good, now I’ve got a 4:00 tee time I can’t be late for. You two people work out the details here and get back to me. I’m flying out tomorrow Allescha? Allescha: Yes, arriving at Columbus and then Overdrive is the following weekend, so you can go to Kings Island if you like. Hix: We’ll iron out the details later. Just send an e-mail about it to me. I’m out, nice to meet you Greg… Ryan: It’s Ryan. Hix: That’s great. You two let yourselves out now. Mr. Hix scoots back his chair and extinguishes his cigar. As she leaves the room, Allescha begins apologizing for “The Boss’” actions before going back to Hix who still sits at his desk with his feet propped up. “Last week I saw a dead rabbit on the side of the road, and I hated it. And then I got home and stubbed my toe, and that made me angry. And then I found out that I wasn't getting an easy match this week on Overdrive and that made me angrier. I should get a title shot! One isn't enough! I mean come on! Who ever heard of someone only getting one title shot, then not even getting voted in for the match? Really. And we got a new champion, and that makes me angry! And I didn't win the votes because I'm not as good as Mr. Kirkland, and that makes me sad. It makes me so angry and sad that I'm going to yell and rave about it in length and-” >>>>>>>>>>Static screen<<<<<<<<<< The transmission cuts away to static as the face of TJ Hix fills thousands of TV sets around the nation. Hix: “And now.... for something...... COMPLETELY....different!” "Tear Away" by Drowning Pool plays softly as the scene fades to black.... Dead wilting trees drop their last few leaves as Fall transforms into winter, and the first drops of snow fall from the skies. Suddenly, the process speeds up as day flashes into night again and again multiple times per minute and the weather gets warmer. The snow piles up and melts in under thirty seconds, and the trees burst into green and flower as time races forward. Slowly, it winds back down to normal speed, and then slows even further, dropping down to a near still image as the colors fade from the surroundings. The city of Columbus is locked into a point in time, frozen forever within a millisecond of life. The plastered black and white reality harbors only one colored place in all the lands, a restaurant sandwiched between two massive department stores that neither had the funds to buy out. They'd inquire but always got the same answer - they were making good money exactly where they were. This was of course because that particular office was now inhabited of one TJ Hix, CzW’s secretive tycoon. And on this day in this millisecond of time, unaware of his frozen surroundings, Jenny Jacobs of the Combat Zone Wrestling, along with cameraman Jeff stands outside the office in wait for the man they're scheduled to interview. Jenny peers down at her watch and rolls her eyes. Jenny: “Damn thing is stuck again…” Jenny flicks the watch but it yields no result. She flicks it a few more times before giving up on the device. She looks up and to her surprise sees the man she was waiting for feet away from her. Hix: “Glad you could join us today lady and gentleman. We have much to discuss.” Jenny: “Yeah about that... before we go inside, I gotta ask you, we've had a lot of questions from fans, and standing here now, I'm a bit confused myself, what's up with the whole frozen everything?” Hix: “Oh, that. Ms. McVay, would you care to explain?” Allescha: “It’s not actually frozen. Is abstract metaphor for concept of super-ego, too difficult to describe with words.” Jenny: “Oh okay.... it's just, well I don't mean to be rude but... what exactly is causing all this? I mean, this doesn't really strike me as something that is uhh.... supposed to happen. Seems supernatural or something... you know, not something that one would expect to find in.... ever..…” Allescha: “It’s not actually happening. Is all portrayal of real events filtered through mind and changed to make originator of the interpretation of real events seem more powerful, or impressive in contrast with reality, as told through fictional medium.” Jenny: “Wait... I'm confused.…” Hix opens up the office door. Hix: “She already told you, it's an abstract meda-what's it, now shut up and come inside, I'm freaking hungry over here.” The four people enter the office and Hix waves to the bar tender who gives him a thumbs up as they take their seats around Hix‘s desk. Jenny: “So you know the guy who owns this place.” Hix: “Yeah. Handsome looking guy. Lives in my mirror. Perhaps you met him?” Jenny: “Ah that's actually a good lead in, because my first question to you was, how exactly did you make all this money you claim to have?” Hix: “As I have previously mentioned Jenny, I am in the high definition television business. There is good money to be made in that profession. Just ask your World Champ.” Jenny: “Yes I remember you mentioned that a few weeks ago.... I believe you also debunked a few rumors about possibly getting that money through some more, err.... shady dealings?” Hix: “Aw yeah, I don't know how those kinds of rumors get started. People freaking posting on their internets that I'm in the mob or some such bull. Why the hell would anyone think that?” Jenny: “Well you do sort of give off that impression…” Hix: “Whoa, you freaking racist! Just cuz I'm of an Italian background you think I'm in the Mafia?” Jenny: “Wait, didn't last week you say you were Spanish, and NOT Italian...?” Hix: “Yeah...uhh... Jewish..... Italian.... I'm f**king Spantalian! What the hell's this got to do with anything? What kind of an interview is this? I am not, for the record a fan of this line of questioning!” Jenny: “Okay! Calm down, we'll talk about something else…” Hix: “Why don't ya ask me about what you came here for? My match with Greg- ah gracias senior!” Hix interrupts himself as the Puerto-Rican barkeep drops of a series of plates, a fish and chips in front of Jenny and Jeff. He places an empty plate in front of Allescha. Hix: “You ain’t eating?” Allescha: “Not really, but thank you anyway Boss.” An awkward silence fills the room and Hix holds up his hands preventing Allescha from explaining further. The bar keep drops off three plates of T-bone steaks in front of Hix before leaving. Jenny and Jeff exchange looks quickly, but are caught in the act by Hix. Hix: “Hey, f**k you two! I got a fast metabolism. I gotta keep myself fed to stay energized, or whatever. Here, drink up.” Jenny and Jeff look down surprised to see two pints of beer resting above their meals not previously there. They look up and see Hix drain one of three pints at his own plate, the beer drizzling out each side and rolling down his chins as he grins through each gulp. He slams the cup down shaking the table and wipes the drizzle off his face with the sleeve of his multi-thousand dollar suit. He smirks and begins sawing his steak , pointing to Jenny with a severed bit of meat before speaking. Hix: “I think you were about to ask me about my match with Gregory Grantham this week? Jenny: “Oh! Right! Well Boss Hix, what would you say is your principal concern about your match with Grantham on Overdrive?” Hix: “My prime concern, Jenny, is that I'm gonna be wrestling near the hometown of the Cincinnati Bengal’s, a city and team, synonymous with failure. I'm well off enough that I manage to stay away from most unpleasant things, ignorance is bliss my friend, but sadly, the eye sore that is Ohio seems to be one atrocity I cannot avoid any longer.” Jenny: “Ummm.... I meant more about taking on Gregory Grantham…” Hix: “Why would be concerned about that?” Jenny: “Well, he is one of the few men who's cleanly pinned many CzW superstars. When you recruited him all those months ago he went on to…” Hix: “-lose more times than I wish to count. I kept expecting him to start up some sort of Grantham Challenge where he would pay people to try and do shit to him as a last ditch effort to try and save his career. He’s gotten beat cleanly.... several consecutive times. I think it's time we acknowledge that maybe Gregory Grantham isn't all as good as the headlines would like us to think…” Jenny: “So you're saying your recruiting of Grantham was a fluke?” Hix: “I'm saying it was an error. And one of the few blemishes on my career, but after this Saturday, when I obliterate the diploma f**kin Graduate, or whatever the f**k he calls himself, I'll have wiped that blemish clear. At last that recruit will be exonerated from my record.” Jenny: “I think you mean expunged…” Hix: “Ooh! Look at the f**king scholar who end up being the gal who holds the stick for a wrestling company. Screw you, I'm a billionaire. Think I care what you think Jenny?” Jenny: “Uhh.... well you don’t particularly seem to have kind words for him. He came and did something that Jesse has struggled to do for months…destroy Ace King.” Hix: “Hey, he can flap his gums all he wants to. In the end of the day all he can really do is filibuster and moan into microphones, because when we actually get in the ring, it's going to be Hix who gets the 1 ... 2 ...3.… I mean really, have you tried to actually sit through a conversation with Gregory Grantham without nodding off Jenny? I've never met a man who can go on and on in such length about nothing! Why can't he just be clear, precise, and to the point? He has to stretch out everything he says into a novella! Going on and on, just sayin' the same thing again and again, ad nauseous! The man is a walking broken record player who just can't seem to spit it out! A run-on human being if you will. A staller! One who rambles! It's mind boggling Jenny, it truly is. How can any one person just talk for so long without saying anything of note, value, import or meaning? How long can one man talk before he realizes that no one is listening? It really just astounds me sometimes, you know what I'm saying Jenny?” Jenny: “What? ....uhh... yeah Don...Mr. Hix...sir.... any how, do you have anything to comment on what he said last week other than that upon his return to the ring?” Hix: “Yeah just one bone I'd like to pick with Mister Grantham. The biggest nerd in all of Ye Ol' America, had the audacity to call me a gay man in his promo. Can you believe that? He called me gay. Then he went on to say somethin bout my dear old mum…who lies buried 6 feet under. Wow Grantham…you‘re a big man…gay jokes…adolescent gibberish. Makes me wonder if someone isn‘t compensating for something…perhaps Grantham hasn‘t been completely honest with CzW…perhaps hiding something. But I guess he would think he's smarter, huh? It's like Tom Hanks said in Sleepless in Seattle - Stupid is, as stupid does.” Jenny: “I think that was, uhh.... Forrest Gump, Mr. Hix...sir…” Hix: “You know what Jenny, if you're just gonna sit there and make stupid jokes and ask boring questions, then I think we ought to end this here interview. Now it was nice of you two to come down here and try an' put together some type of promo for me or whatever, but having actually sat here with you two, no offense, but I think I'd rather keep more sophisticated company. Good day ladies, don't let the door hit you on the way out.” Jenny motions to Jeff to follow him out of the booth, but keep rolling. Jenny and Jeff walk out and pay for their meals at the front desk. Jeff turns the camera back to the booth they'd just left, focusing in on Hix for just a moment before an empty dish that had previously contained a steak shatters against the wall where his head had been moments before. Hix: “Hey! What you doing spying on me!? Get the f**k outta here before I break you in two, you're lucky I didn't break you last week after that shit you pulled! Get out of my office!” Hix flips on the TV. WE NOW RETURN TO.... NARUTO!!!! Images of prepubescent kids in spandex fighting each other with knives in between periods spent sleeping next to openly sexual predators play across the screen of a massive high definition TV set. We zoom back to see TJ Hix sitting in a massive custom made red leather chair in his office that Jenny and Jeff were rushed off from, with Ms. McVay resting beside him. Hix: “I tell you what hun, these Japanese f**ks are the smartest SOBs on the damn planet.” Allescha: “How's that?” Hix: Look at this! They could film an animated show about a talking turd and kids would go in droves to the store and buy tiny plastic figurines cuz they 'gotta shit em all. I tell you, I dunno if they're some highly addictive substance in the plastic or somethin' but these guys know how to get kids hooked. Allescha shrugs disinterestedly. Hix picks up the controller and puts his thumb over the channel button. Hix: “I tell you, we oughta hire some 'Japanese over at the uh... what’s it.... wrestling thing, to make me some popular kids toys. Electronic shit too. All those guys seem to have a firm grasp on what the little brats want. Allescha: “Are you coming to bed or what?” Hix: “Eh! Hold on , we're discussing finances!” He rubs his eyes in his palm a moment then clicks the button to change the channel. Hix: “Don’t know how good you have it! Women in Yuganistan are treated like freaking whores and gotta wear them face-turbans. >>>>>static channel<<<<< The channel changes to "Everybody Loves Raymond". Allescha: “This is not a productive area of discussion.” Hix: “Damn right it's not.... oh look at this schmuck! Is this guy whipped or what, am I right? Freaking Italian families are all the same.” >>>>>static channel<<<<< The channel changes to "The Sopranos" Hix: “Ugh.... what'd I tell you?” >>>>>static channel<<<<< The channel changes to a news report. Hix: “You know people tell me I look kinda like him. The Sopranos guy.” Allescha: “James Gandolfini?” Hix: “No no, not him, the uhh.... Big Pussy guy, what's his face?” Allescha: “I do not know.” Hix: “Eh.... doesn't matter..... pfft.... nothing’s on.…” Allescha: “You called me over to talk about Gregory Grantham. I’d like to get some sleep.” Hix: “Well I wont keep ya.... I just wanted to address the Fatal Four Way Lumberjack Match a moment. Allescha: “What about?” Hix: “The fact that there was no clear winner, they just gave it to Eddie.” Allescha: “I understand, but a match is a match and the past is the past. Besides, you still have me.” Hix: “Yeah I know that, it's just the merchandise don't move itself, and if I end up looking like shit because you made me look bad, it's coming out of your salary. Allescha: “I just try to help.…” Hix: “Look, I know you mean well, but errors is errors, you know? And someone's gotta pay to make up for it, ya know?” Allescha: “I see.…” Hix: “Yeah.... you see..…” >>>>>static channel<<<<< Hix flips the channel over to Adult Swim and watches as a flaming chicken runs through the Aqua Teen Hunger Force's house. Hix: “Why don't more shows take place in Brooklyn? We got New Jersey, New York, New England.... Brooklyn ain’t 'New' anything! It's the original!” >>>>>static channel<<<<< Hix flips to ESPN and bites his lower lip in thought. He puts down the remote and cracks his knuckles. Hix: “So I gotta be worried about Grantham?” Allescha: “Worry is for the weak. You are strong. You have no need to worry.” Hix: “Alright allow me to rephrase the question then.... do I need to be...."concerned" with the possibility of losing to Gregory ’The Graduate’ Grantham this weekend, or should I consider this a normal match in which I squash some lowly little bug of an opponent and then smile for the cameras?” Allescha: “You should always smile for cameras.” Hix: “Yeah…” Hix slumps back in his chair upset with the lack of response from Allescha. Allescha looks over briefly then sighs. Allescha: “As your.....personal assistant.... I say you don’t need to worry about Grantham. You need worry about where you hang your plaque in the house after you successfully take over CzW?” Hix: “Sure, he may have a great back story…but I honestly wonder if he‘s ever taken time to look me up in the archives. I actually have a real back story. I‘m 30 years old and I‘ve accomplished more in this short time then anyone else in any federation you can think of…active or inactive…I am The f**king Boss TJ Hix. I can make shit happen…and I don‘t just mean after a chili cook off.” A smile for the briefest moment comes over Hix's face as he turns to Allescha. Hix: “.... thanks.” Allescha makes her way toward the bedroom as Hix keeps his gazed fixed on the TV set. Without moving his eyes away, he pours a glass of scotch for himself and starts to down it. His eyes jerk away from the screen for a moment to the blank check resting on his dining room table. He smiles and turns off the TV. |
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