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| Topic Started: Jul 15 2009, 11:00 PM (174 Views) | |
| Boss Hix | Jul 15 2009, 11:00 PM Post #1 |
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We begin our story today in a hotel room you’d see a special about on the Life of the Rich and Famous. There is a large couch in a living area that “The Boss” TJ Hix is sitting on, clicking back and forth between channels on a flat screen television mounted on the wall. He has obviously moved from the spa he was at earlier in the week to one of the more expensive hotels in Las Vegas. He is stylish dressed in khaki pants, a blue button up dress shirt, and looks to be ready for a night on the town. “The Boss” stops his constant clicking of the remote, settling on HBO. He picks up watching the movie Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan somewhere in the middle. TJ puts the remote down and begins to watch the screen showing actor Sasha Baron Cohen, playing lead character Borat, in a car dealership lot. Borat: I want to have a car that attract a woman with shave down below. Car Dealership Owner: Well that would be a Corvette. Or a Hummer. [The dealership owner begins showing Borat different cars.] Car Dealership Owner: We'll try to help you out here. Borat: A man yesterday, tell me if I buy a car I must buy one with a pussy magnet. Car Dealership Owner: He means a car that women like. Borat: Yes, but where do you keep this magnet? Car Dealership Owner: [interrupts] No. There's no magnet he just means the vehicle. Women love the Hummers. Borat: Do this have a pussy magnet? Car Dealership Owner: No. The vehicle itself would be a magnet. Borat: If I give you good price, will you please put in pussy magnet? Car Dealership Owner: Yeah but there's no-there's no such thing in this country as a-as a magnet. Borat: If this car drive into a group of gypsies, will there be any damage to the car? Car Dealership Owner: It depends on how hard you hit them and all that. Borat: *Hard* Car Dealership Owner: You might-if somebody rolls on the windshield, they could crack your windshield. Borat: How fast do I need to go to guarantee I kill them? Car Dealership Owner: Uh-let me tell you something with this vehicle here probably doing 35-45 miles per hour will do it. Borat: Great! When I uh, buy my wife, at the start she was uh, cook good, her vazhïn work well, and she strong on plow. But after three years when she was fifteen, then she become weak, her voice become deep: BORAT BORAT, eh, she receive hair on chest, and vazhïn hang like sleeve of wizard. Car Dealership Owner: Huh-Jesus... Borat: How do I know that this will not happen with the car? Car Dealership Owner: Chevrolets guarantees you that with a warranty. Borat: I like-a very much buy this Hummers, how much is it? Car Dealership Owner: Fifty-two thousand. Borat: I am looking for something between um, six-hundred to uh... six-hundred and fifty dollars. Car Dealership Owner: We don't have any cars for six-fifty that you can buy. I might be able to sell you a wholesale car, a car with a lot of miles for seven-hundred with no warranty. While watching this TJ has a dumbfounded look on his face. Then from the bedroom the woman we meet earlier in the week at the spa, Rachel, comes out dressed up in a small skirt and halter top. She is playing with her hair and TJ begins to talk. TJ Hix: Have you ever seen this before? Rachel: Borat? Yeah, why? TJ Hix: I don’t get the humor in this whole act. He speaks in broken, inaudible sentences that make very little sense. People laugh because they know they are better. More intelligent. The funny thing is they aren’t any smarter than that guy. Rachel: Oh, ease up on it. It’s just a show. Rachel leans over the back of the couch and plants a kiss on “The Boss’s” lips. She starts walking into the bedroom again. Rachel: I’m going to call my friends to meet us at The Nibs and Twisters for drinks, is that fine? TJ Hix: It’s your town babe, whatever you want. TJ sits by himself, finding himself switching channels again. He quickly settles on ESPN and takes out his IPhone. He dials a number and waits for an answer. Allescha: Mr. Hix, what’s wrong? TJ Hix: Nothing right now, I’m getting ready to go out for drinks. Why do you always assume the worst about me? Allescha: I’m your agent, I always assume the worst. Where are you going out for drinks? TJ Hix: Just some place here in Las Vegas with a girl I meet that worked at the spa I was at. Her and some of her friends. Allescha: What’s going on with this girl? Is she going to be sticking around? TJ Hix: No, not at all. It’s just another town girl. Can’t say I’ve been to Nevada too many times, so I just didn’t have a booty call here. That’s all she is. Allescha: Well how much longer are you going to be in Las Vegas? When are you going to get to Fayetteville? Your match is just a couple days away. TJ Hix: Yeah yeah I know. I don’t plan on showing up until Saturday probably. These events happening on Saturday are killing my social scene though. Allescha: I think there are other things you should be worried about more than your social scene. That Reaper character you are wrestling seems pretty ticked off since he lost his shot at the titles. TJ Hix: How can he be offended? If you wanna act like a joker, aren’t you automatically a clown? Allescha: Not in his case, but he is a different type of character. TJ Hix: Character, clown, circus performer, this guy is all the same to me. If his matches were anymore hysterical on television you’d see what I’m talking about. Allescha: I understand, understand. He’s a big guy though. TJ Hix: I’m not worried. The guy oils himself up so much before the match I doubt he’s even going to be able to perform his moves. Regardless if he’s a hundred pounds heavier than me, I can’t see the guy getting up to the top rope, holding me, and throwing me over his head since he’s just a greased up monkey. It’s just not possible. Allescha: He will also probably pretty upset about you calling him hairy. TJ Hix: Are you joking? Look at him…he’s buddies…then he hates you with a fiery passion. Cage had never harmed a fly…then he wins the title and BK is out for blood. Allescha: ….that was weird. TJ Hix: The weird thing is one week the guy apparently has a very large, hairy body. The next week he is completely clean cut. Odd for a guy that I doubt understands the complexities of using a razor. Allescha: Did you watch any of his old tapes today? TJ Hix: No, I didn’t get around to it. Why? Allescha: Leadin into SS…his silly self didn’t even realize both titles were on the line. TJ Hix: Your kidding me. Allescha: Not at all. TJ Hix: So let me get this straight. I’ve got to fight a guy who can’t even keep up with his own matches…did he sleep during the press conference or something? Allescha: I guess, but there has to be a reason he’s wrestling. I’m sure he is still good wrestlers. You should be training instead of going out and socializing with people. I hired you that personal trainer, don’t you like him? TJ Hix: No, I already fired him. TJ Hix: He kept calling me, beeping me, annoying me, it was a lot like you. Allescha: Thanks. TJ Hix: No, but he wanted me to work out everyday. Lift weights everyday. That’s not my style. I work out to keep my body looking good, but I’m not bulking up and lifting weights and taking steroids everyday like the rest of these guys. Allescha: I’m not going to pretend I know too much about what you are doing now Mr. Hix. I don’t understand this whole professional wrestling stunt. Your not making enough money to justify it, hell I know my commission isn’t covering what its worth for me to keep you in touch with management and trainers…. TJ Hix: Hey hey hey, remember who you work for? This is me. TJ Hix. Multi-millionaire. Successful business man. You’ve made your millions from me, from that commission you are talking about. Have I steered you wrong before? Allescha: No, no you haven’t. TJ Hix: If you want off this money train, that’s fine by me. I’m not going to do any worse without you. I could probably do better without you. So, remember your place. You bring me opportunities, I either accept or reject them, and then you move on. Got it? Allescha: I’ve got it, Mr. Hix. TJ Hix: Good, I’ve got to go. I’m sure you’ll call me before I call you again. “The Boss” quickly hangs up the phone and looks back towards the bedroom. TJ Hix: Hey Rachel, you ready? Rachel comes out from the bedroom again, purse in hand. Rachel: Yes, let’s go. TJ and Rachel go arm and arm out the door of his hotel room. Getting through the hallway and down into the elevator, they arrive in the lobby and walk out the front door. Once getting outside in the beautiful, warm summer air, there is a black, stretch limousine waiting for the two of them. The driver gets out of the car, gives a polite smile to them both, and opens the door. Both “The Boss” and Rachel hop into the limo, getting comfortable. TJ leans over right next to the mini-bar and pulls out a small bottle of scotch. He motions towards Rachel. TJ Hix: Care for a drink? Rachel: No, I’ll wait until we get to the restaurant. You should wait too; it’s not very far away. TJ Hix:[Smiling to himself] Ya know, I think I’ll drink when I want to, ok? Rachel gives him a stern look, but turns her head. TJ pours his drink into a glass with ice and takes a long drink. He goes back to sit next to Rachel as the engine to the limo starts up. Limousine Driver: Where are you heading to? Rachel: The Nibs and Twisters, on Aussie Road. TJ Hix: You said this place is exclusive, right? Rachel: Yeah, it’s really fancy. I’ve never there before but I’ve heard great things. TJ Hix: Good, I just don’t like being in crowds. Last thing I need is somebody to recognize me from a business seminar or board room meeting. Rachel: I don’t think there are many of those types down here for you. TJ Hix: I’m starting to realize. Rachel: So when are you going to be leaving me? TJ Hix: Probably Saturday, unless something else comes up. Fayetteville is a nice town; it’s just too f**king wet there right now. Rachel: Have you talked to the guy you are wrestling against this week? TJ Hix:[Smiling at Rachel] Well, we don’t exactly “talk” to each other, this job isn’t exactly one where you make a lot of friends. They are almost less loyal than most CEO’s, they definitely all have less standards. Besides, what would he like to talk to me about? The life of a traveling circus? What kind of bizarre food items they sell at a Japanese McDonald’s? I’m not really interested in that stuff, or anything he would have to say to me. Rachel: Karma will come back to bite you one day TJ. TJ Hix: Karma is something for people believe to give them false hope they will get redemption without actually having to do something. If you want something, you have to do it. It’s not just going to fall into your laps. Just like all of CzW. So who are these friends of yours we are meeting? Rachel: Two guys I’ve known since high school, Troy and Caine, and then another girl who works at the spa with me, Sarah. They are good people. TJ Hix: Yeah, I’m sure they are. What did you tell them about me? Rachel: I told them you were a professional wrestler, that was all. TJ Hix:[Laughing to himself] I’m sure with that grand introduction they will expect someone with a heavy Russian accent and a mask, the way these wrestlers make themselves look. Rachel: Just be yourself, that will be good enough. TJ Hix: I never need to be anything else. The limousine continues to it’s destination as the drinks go down “The Boss’s” throat and Rachel keeps to herself. They finally arrive at The Nibs and Twisters. The restaurant is of modest size from the outside, with definite influences from the historical background of Nevada. The driver comes around the side and opens the door, letting Rachel and TJ out at the door. TJ looks around the parking lot, which is full of cars. TJ Hix: I thought you said this place was more private than this? Rachel: Well, it is, but it’s always going to have some people in it. Hey, look! There’s the rest of the bunch. Sarah! Troy! Caine! Hugs and handshakes and formal introductions are made to the party of five. Sarah is a very attractive girl of Native American descent, like Rachel. Troy and Caine are both Caucasian, probably in their mid-20s, and both stand at a smaller stature than Hix. TJ Hix: Well, let’s go in and get settled. The group walks into the restaurant and immediately TJ’s face turns sour. The establishment is not even half full, probably about twenty five people in total, but it seems to not be something that interests “The Boss”. TJ Hix: Rachel, there are too many people here. Service is going to be slow. Rachel: It’s a really nice place though. It shouldn’t be too bad. TJ Hix: I need to take care of this. TJ goes up to the front table, and is met by a man with a smiling face and menus in hand. Restaurant Worker: How many are in your party sir? TJ Hix: Can I speak with your manager? Restaurant Worker: I’m acting manager tonight, my name is Rob, how can I help you? TJ Hix: I’m going to need to rent this restaurant out for the evening. Rob: Well…I’m not sure that is entirely possible. We have guests already seated sir; we wouldn’t be able to do that. TJ Hix: Money is not an object. Rob: I never said money was an issue. But we can’t just tell everybody to leave. TJ Hix: I’m sure you can. Mr. Hix reaches into his pocket and pulls out his bill fold. He has multiple credit cards scattered through out it, but he pulls out a large stack of one hundred dollar bills. TJ Hix: Here is $10,000. Now, what I’d like you to do is take this money, kick everyone out of this restaurant in the next fifteen minutes, and all will be good. I’ll pay for all the unpaid meals here, including ours, alright? Now, you said you are acting manager, so please, act as if you have a little bit of skill in the business world and take this money, and clear this room. Rob, looking down at the stack of money, looks defeated in his effort to deny Mr. Hix his request. He takes the money and stands before the guests, promptly telling them they must leave. This brings a smile to TJ’s face, but his dinner companions don’t seem as happy. Rachel: Why do you have to be like that? There is plenty of room for everybody. This is embarrassing. TJ Hix: Fine, if it’s embarrassing then you can leave too. But I have standards, and this place wasn’t going to due with the way it was crowded. So, let’s just enjoy the evening. Everybody, let’s enjoy the evening. The group seems to be giving stares to one and other, but Troy and Caine seem happy enough to apparently be getting a free meal at a five star restaurant, so they follow in line with “The Boss”. With Rob and other restaurant help escorting the other guests out of the way, the party of five is ushered out to the outside patio for dining. The settling is marvelous. There is a provincial style garden lined with white roses, petunias and ivy that drapes around the private garden’s walls. Next to their seats are an Italian marble fountain and a European style awning. They are seated as the restaurant begins to empty, and they begin to look over the menu. A waitress, with the name tag identifying her as Vivian, comes with a notepad ready to order. Vivian: Good evening everyone, I’m Vivian and I’m going to be your waitress tonight. What can I get you guys to drink? TJ Hix: Good evening to you too. I think we are going to start out with two bottles of the 1995 Château Lafite Rothschild, so bring glasses for all of us. Also, if I could get my own cocktail, a glass of the Vintage Port would be nice. Rachel begins tapping on TJ’s shoulder. TJ Hix: Go ahead and get everybody else. What is it Rachel? Rachel: TJ, you just order two $1,000 bottles of wine! We really don’t need all that. TJ Hix: Listen, it’s the best, have you tried it before? Rachel: No! It costs $1,000! Of course not! Vivian: Well, umm, sure, I’m sure we can do that for you. I’ll get right on that and bring your drinks out for you. Troy: Wow, you sure do know how to treat guests. TJ Hix: It’s not so much for you as it is for me. I have far more important things on my mind than deciding between oysters and crispy polentas. But it is my treat. You guys should definitely enjoy your time this evening. Sarah: You aren’t low on self-esteem, are ya? TJ Hix: Having positive self image is nothing to be ashamed of. I’m proud of who I am, and I have a right to be. I’ve accomplished a lot, and I’m not afraid to show it, or share it if the company is right. You are friends of Rachel’s, so tonight you are friends of mine. The friends look around at each other, not sure if they are dealing with a gentleman or a cocky asshole. But they press on. Caine: So you’re a professional wrestler, right? I didn’t know they got paid so well. TJ Hix: They don’t. I’ve just been doing it for years. I’ve only been back active for about two months now. I used to own a couple of harbors and marinas, restaurants, and banks in New York before I retired a few years ago. I’m just doing the retired thing…whatever I want. A return to wrestling was next on the list. Oh, great, the wine is here. The bottles of wine and personal drinks come for the guests. They are all poured their drinks from the bottle, leaving the rest on the table. They all raise their glass. Troy: Alright, well here is to you, Mr. Hix. For the wonderful dinner and whoever your next match is against, who hope you’ll win. They all take sips of the $1,000 a bottle wine, except TJ, drinking his own Port. TJ Hix: There really isn’t very much competition in this federation, but thank you. I won my first match against some Eddie Rowan and Ace King. Then I lost a couple of matches because the refs there don’t know how to officiate properly. Eh, maybe I’ll get it back on track this week against one Brian Kirkland. Caine: Who do you wrestle? TJ Hix: Brian Kirkland, some straight edge bitch penis in the fed. He doesn’t know what the hell he wants there anymore. He botched up a major match a couple of weeks ago…and he allowed this white haired hooked on phonics reject upstage him. This week that guy signs A contract for the World Title while Brian takes it like a little bitch and mid cards. They don‘t like to put me in the main events…they‘re too afraid I‘ll just keep stealing the spotlight from everybody else. Caine: I’ve never heard of him. TJ Hix: Well you probably shouldn’t have, unless you are actually in the company. He hasn’t headlined much lately and thus he hasn’t made too much of an impact there as of late. Brian Kirkland was a former UV and Hardcore champ. I guess he did some good in that division…but when the stakes got to high…he folded like the bitch penis he is. Hell, he was too ashamed to even perform last week after such a horrendous show at Summer Showdown. He walks around trying to preach the straight edge life style. I’ve held quite a few business seminars before on success and no where in there have I felt the need to mention it’s a good idea to take advice from clowns. Sarah: This is boorrringgggg. Let’s talk about something else. So how about you and Rachel?! You guys make a great couple! Rachel: Don’t embarrasse me like that Sarah…I don’t even….. TJ Hix: Yeah, we aren’t a couple. She’s really just showing me around Las Vegas, that’s all. Rachel looks slightly hurt from TJ’s comment, but the appetizers arrive right on time to kill the silence. There are over twenty different plates of food being brought to the table ranging from Jumbo Prawns with Cocktail Sauce to Sliced Beef Tenderloin. “The Boss” has finished up his port and has moved on to the Château Lafite Rothschild. TJ Hix: Looks great, everybody dig in. The party of five munches on all the different food placed in front of them with much excitement. As they eat one thing, something new from the menu is being brought to them. With a mouthful of food, they begin chatting again. Troy: So you said this was like, a hardcore match. TJ Hix: Right. Troy: What will you do if you win then? TJ Hix: Well, I‘ll prolly try for a TV title shot or something. Nothing that‘ll scar up this face of a god too bad. I think Godsawyer has that right now.. Caine: I actually know that one, he’s pretty good. TJ Hix: I hope he would be, considering he is the champion. But he might not even be holding the belt once I get to him. He’s got a couple of other people gunnin for him, I don’t even remember who. Either way, it’s going to be almost a month before I actually can challenge for anything. I‘m too busy tryin to breathe life into a dying breed.. I don’t know though…competition sux ass there. Brian may actually be the first decent guy I face. Saturday will be my day of celebration. This is my time of adulation. A match that allows me to be as violent as I could have ever wished has been presented to me. I will be able to use anything I can get my hands on to damage as many people as I possibly can. At this point it doesn’t matter who has to fall in order for the right person to be at the top. I will be that person standing at the top of the ladder, hell, at the top of the mountain looking down on those less fortunate people who were made to suffer my wrath. The pain being unleashed to the one individual who stands in my way of becoming the greatest wrestler in this company will be intolerable. My hand is being forced at this point. I feel that if I expose my full potential, that if I go all out, if I become the thing that threatens the careers of all the participants in this contest, including myself, that no one will ever want to get into the ring with me again. I’m that damn good…my history speaks for itself. I am the incarnation of the man who you have been seeing these last few weeks. I am nothing like BK has ever experienced. I will take him to places that no person should ever have to go. I will teach him to love pain and misery as I have been forced to do my entire life. I will thrust down the sorrow of a thousand tears and the humiliation of a thousand years. I will be his undoing, his destruction; I will spell his end. It doesn’t matter if he’s from the Straight Edge Circus, if he thinks he can make it rain, or if he thinks he can buy anything he want. I don’t care who you are, where you came from, or where you think you are going. The only place that you are going is on a one way trip straight to hell and I am your guide. The fires that burn in the depths of Hell are small in comparison to the flames of hate that consume my heart and my mind. I am a living, breathing, tool of death and destruction. I will destroy all who get in my way of retrieving whatever I seek. I will bludgeon anyone who crosses me, I will beat down any who dare impede my path, and I will make the blood run like the Mississippi River on a rainy day. Oh yes the blood will flow and will flow freely from the heads of all my opponents. I will make them unrecognizable to even themselves. They will never look into another mirror in fear that they may see something that isn’t they, but a gruesome reminder of what happens when you get in the ring with Satan’s servant. A reminder of what transpires when the gates of Hell are opened and the evil that is in them is unleashed upon the unsuspecting men of the CzW. I will win this match and every match thereafter and nothing but blood, fire, and death will be left in my wake. Just like what I set out to do as the notorious Devil Man. Now that you know how it is that I have become what I am. You should now know what I am capable of. I am capable of anything and everything evil in this world. I will destroy Kirkland, humiliate him, and make him wish that he was never brought into existence. The beginning of the end is at hand and the only thing that anyone is going to be able to hear when all is said and done is…The FN Boss will once again stand as the immovable force that I have always been. Troy: That’d be awesome if you won the TV Title…or any of them for that matter! I can say I had dinner with a wrestling champion! Sarah: Yeah, big whoop-dee-doo, Troy. TJ Hix: She is right, you know. You should be excited enough to just have dinner with me, regardless of my wrestling status. Sarah rolls her eyes in the direction of Rachel, who seems to have taken a back seat to the entire night to ride shotgun with TJ’s stories. “The Boss” reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. He lights one up and takes a puff, enjoying the smoke. Vivian, the waitress, comes back to the table while they are all still feasting on their first course. Vivian: How is everybody doing over here? TJ Hix: Great, we are doing great over here. Why don’t you go ahead and bring another dozen or so Oyster Shooters though, they were good. And then for my main course bring out Seared New Zealand King Salmon. Everybody else go ahead and order. And bring another bottle of the Château Lafite Rothschild. TJ finishes off the second bottle of wine, starting to get noticeable drunk, as well as Troy and Caine. Mr. Hix throws his cigarette into the landscape, not noticing the ash tray placed near him. Rachel is now very agitated she set any of this up. Everyone makes their orders and continues the dinner. Caine: So can we come the match this weekend? We can cheer you on! TJ Hix: Well, ya know what. I like you two guys. Caine. Troy. How about I give you tickets to the match this weekend, you guys can travel with me. I’ve got my jet gassed up and it’s in the hangar here in Las Vegas. I’m leaving either Friday or Saturday. You guys can tag along, sit in the crowd, and watch me destroy BK if you like. Troy: Ha! That’s awesome. I’ve never been to a wrestling match before. Caine: This is great! Rachel: Wait TJ, I asked you a couple of days ago at the spa if I could come to Fayetteville with you. You said I couldn’t. TJ Hix: And…your point is? Rachel: Fine! If you’re going to be an asshole I don’t need to put up with it. TJ Hix: You were the one who said before we got here…. “Just be yourself”. Rachel: Go f**k yourself. Let’s get out of here Sarah. Sarah: Asshole. Both Sarah and Rachel get up from the table and look at Troy and Caine, still sitting, enjoying the table full of food. Rachel: Come on guys, aren’t you coming? Caine: Well…I think we are gonna stay, I mean, just finish up dinner and catch up with you guys. Troy: Yeah, but we’ll catch up, yeah. Rachel: Are you guys seriously gonna hang around with him just because he has money? TJ Hix:[Interrupting, TJ stands up in front of Rachel] Well, Rachel, isn’t that what you have been doing this past week? Rachel slaps “The Boss” directly in the face and storms off with Sarah, not turning their backs. TJ Hix: Great to meet you guys too. Hix, Troy, and Trevor are now left alone in the deserted restaurant. As they leave, their dinners are brought out by servers and placed in front of them. Troy: That went well…. TJ Hix: Women, like money, come and go. Fortunately I’ve never run out of either. Troy: Alright, so what are we gonna do for this match this weekend?! TJ Hix: Nothing. You guys just sit in the crowd. I’m taking on a greased up pig, I’ve got this match in the bag. Caine: Another toast, again to TJ! TJ Hix: You can call me Mr. Hix. Caine: Alright, well, Mr. Hix! To becoming CzW’s greatest Saturday! The three men raise their glasses in the air and cheers, laughing and sipping, ready to indulge in their food. As the camera slowly goes backwards, putting the men out of sight, our scene fades to black. |
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