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Evilive
Topic Started: Nov 26 2009, 09:27 AM (116 Views)
Alan Fiscus
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Sadistic Solution
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"The function of wisdom is to discriminate between good and evil." - Cicero

~~ The scene slowly fades in on a jammed packed crowd in a stadium held event. There is a CZW branded wrestling ring in the middle of the large arena, with Jessica Towers standing in the middle of it. "Breathe Into Me" by Red, the new Overdrive theme, has been playing is winding to an end. As the crowd is going crazy, the lights above the ring brighten and the cameras zoom in on her. She is wearing knee high black boots, and a short and sexy red dress. She smiles as she rises the mic to her mouth ~~

Jessica
"HELLO ALBUQUERQUE, NEW MEXICO!!"

~~ The crowd cheers louder, as the camera zooms around the front row. There are many hispanic fans present, and many signs. Some read such lines as 'GIVE 'IM HELL, BRIAN!', 'CAGE RULES!', 'JESSE SUCKS!', and 'KRIMZON BLAZE IS THE BEST!' ~~

Jessica
"We are in the Tingley Coliseum, days away from Overdrive in Dallas, Texas! We at CZW wanted to show our appreciation to the Albuquerque crowd, so we have a surprise for you. This is not just another standard house show. This entire show is being filmed in high definition to be broad casted exclusively on CZWrestling.com!"

~~ The crowd give a loud pop, and a healthy-sized 'CZW! CZW! CZW!' chant begins ~~

Jessica
"...And what a show we have for you tonight, ladies and gentlemen! Not only will you be seeing Godzilla Sawyer defend the CZW World Television title against Tim Timmons in a Re-United We Stand return bout, you will also being seeing newcomers Ryan Shane and Andrew Clash facing The Custodian and Johnny Kerosene in tag team action, you will be seeing Caleb Walker challenging Brian Kirkland for the CZW Ultraviolent title in a ladders and tables match! You will be seeing Beautiful Agony members McNally, Mike Monroe, and Eddie Rowan taking on Brothers of Misery and EOI in a six man tag team match, and our main event of the evening... another Re-United We Stand return match with 'The Five Star Superstar' El Pablo taking on 'The OGT' Maynard O'Toole for the CZW Intercontinental title!"

~~ The crowd pops again ~~

Jessica
"There's much more than that, so are you ready to get this show started!?"

~~ The crowd's pop retain, and the 'CZW! CZW! CZW!' chant gets louder ~~

Jessica
"Alright! Our first match of the night is going to be Rob Wright taking on 'Mountain Man' Joshua Newsome! Introducing first..."

~~ Suddenly, Jessica is cut off by the blaring sounds of "Streetcleaner" by Godflesh. The loud cheers turn into even louder jeers, as CZW World Heavyweight champion Alan Fiscus walks out onto the entrance ramp with Frank Finch at his side. They each have an arrogant smirk on their faces, as they pause ~~

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM

~~ A loud fireworks display goes off, with a purple and red color scheme. Frank is wearing a light blue suit, with his platinum blonde hair in its traditional ponytail. Alan is wearing red and purple wrestling tights, black combat boots, a gray t-shirt that only says "RIOT" in large black font on it, and the CZW World Heavyweight title strapped around his waist. Alan's dirty blonde hair is wild, and hanging in his eyes. He has retro sunglasses on, reminiscent of John Lennon. Alan raises his arms up in the air, and then both men begin walking down to the ring. Frank gets caught up with a fan, jaw jacking at him for trying to touch him. Alan blatantly flips off the fan as he gets Frank to forget about it. They make their way to the ring, as Alan climbs in from the apron and Frank takes the stairs. Jessica is looking a little perturbed, being interrupted by this unscheduled appearance. She gets even more upset when Alan forcefully takes the microphone away from her and instructs her to leave -his- ring. The crowd is chanting 'FISCUS SUCKS!' already, as Alan has to wait for them to get quieter before addressing them. Finally, Frank gets fed up with their noise and takes the microphone from Alan ~~

Frank
"You people need to shut your mouths, open your eyes, and pay homage to the GREATEST World Heavyweight champion in CZW history!"

~~ The jeers continue, with random chants of 'FISCUS SUCKS' and 'F*CK YOU FRANK'. Frank hands the mic back to Alan, who again has to wait a moment for the crowd to quiet down ~~

Alan
"Albuquerque, New Mexico. Looking out to the crowd, and seeing all the people that are here tonight, it looks more like Mexico City, Mexico!"

~~ The crowd boos loudly again, but not for very long ~~

Alan
"Whether border control aren't doing their job, whether you got to the U.S.A. via a raft in the ocean, whether you can even understand half of the words that are coming out of my mouth, it makes no difference to me. Humanoids are humanoids. Ignorance is an equal opportunity trait, and it obviously has its grips on the population of this wretched landfill of a city. I _HATE_ this city!"

~~ The crowd pipes up again, chanting 'F*CK YOU FISCUS!' over and over. Alan again has to pause ~~

Alan
"And every single one of you wishes they could. The brass came to me, and asked me to defend the CZW World Heavyweight title here tonight. They said the Albuquerque fans deserved such a match. These men, these henchmen of Jesse, tried their damnedest to convince me. But I told them HELL NO I won't defend my title in this wasteland! Only premiere markets deserve even my mere presence. Only the highest quality of a demographic can have such a caliber of match on a pointless card such as this. I told them I would definitely not wrestle in this city, but that I would show up. So count your blessings, you cretins, and soak it in because it's rarer than a Tim Timmons victory that you have the pleasure of seeing me live and in person. I am here, because I have a message. A few of them, actually. So consider this a sermon... and the highlight of each of your nights."

~~ Fiscus snickers to himself as Finch pats him on the back. The crowd boos ~~

Alan
"First things first, I want to address that stinkin' cowardly bastard... Krimzon Blaze."

~~ The crowd erupts with scattered 'Kay-Bee! Kay-Bee! Kay-Bee!' chants ~~

Alan
"Has the last two years not taught you anything? Has the fact that I've had my way with you each and every time we've opposed each other not set in? You think you have your revenge now, is that it? You didn't cost me anything! I still won the match... single-handedly, mind you! Am I supposed to be afraid now that you don a Halloween mask and like to come out from the crowd to attack me from behind? I don't fear any man, Kyle, and I definitely don't fear ANY midget. Wear as ugly of a mask as you want. Try and hide the disfigurement I bestowed upon your hideous face in Los Angeles. I could roll you up and smoke you, son. Everyone knows that. I'm explicit, and you're soon to be simply extinct. Whatever game you're playing, I'd suggest you stop it now while you're still living and breathing. You're lucky I haven't murdered you yet as it is."

~~ The crowd boos at Alan's malicious words ~~

Alan
"Thanksgiving is tomorrow. Everyone is being vocal about what they are thankful for this time of year. Whether it be health, a good job, whatever it is. People ask me what I am thankful for. You know what I say? I am thankful for a few things. The first, being the man I am. Being the champion I am. You don't need luck, and you don't need reassurance when you have the skills that I possess. I am also thankful that I get to beat up people for a living. Mama always said 'do what you do best,' and causing pain and anguish is at the top of the list. The thing of it is, is that I am the best... at WHATEVER I do, I just so happen to get an extreme high when I am causing victims to bleed. That rush of breaking bones. That thrill of defeating a person in the ring, proving that I am the superior being. I am thankful for having more money than any of you illegal immigrants will ever see in your lives!"

~~ Alan laughs to Frank, who enjoys one as well. The crowd is hating Fiscus more with every passing moment ~~

Alan
"But let me tell you what I'm not thankful for. I'm not thankful for Cage Stryker running his worn out mouth for hours about the same shit all of the time. I'm not thankful for Matt Covey putting a god damn cigarette out on my chest. Cancer and I are in a race to see who can kill you first, my man. I'm not thankful for Jesse Montana and his oblivious arrogance, and for the power he has and does not deserve. And although I have NO problem with defending my title any time, any place... I am not thankful that I have to defend it against one of the biggest jokes this industry has ever seen. I'm talking about Brian Blaze."

~~ The crowd bursts out in a 'SLEAZY! SLEAZY! SLEAZY!' chant and it annoys Alan and Frank. Frank motions for Alan to shake it off ~~

Alan
"Yeah. 'Sleazy Entertainment.' What a clever tag line THAT is. This kid just shows up in CZW and gets a title shot? What?"

~~ Frank gets a puzzled look on his face and pulls Alan's mic hand toward him ~~

Frank
"Alan... Brian has been in CZW for over a year now..."

~~ Now Alan has a puzzled look on his face ~~

Alan
"He has? Why haven't I ever faced him?"

Frank, with another odd look on his face
"You have. Money in the Bank at Beginning Of The End..."

Alan, with a smile beginning to crack across his face
"Oh... that's right. He has been here for some time. With his complete lack of character and presence, I almost forgot!"

~~ Alan and Frank laugh as they were only acting ~~

Alan
"No, in all seriousness, I know all about this Brian Blaze kid. And he's just that, a kid. When I was winning my first ever World title, he was just learning how to rub one off while watching Saved By The Bell. When I was winning my third World title, he was just beginning to think about breaking into the business. I've watched how his career has gone since his arrival in CZW, and the first word to come to mind is... pathetic. When he first started, he was an unremarkable looking kid, with all the basic gear. Decent in ring ability, but nothing to look at. Good filler. He got into the CZW World Television title picture, and that's all well and good. Now he's grown his hair out... grown that goofy ass beard out... and I'm supposed to be impressed? He's the current CZW X-Division champion. He likes to call himself the xXx champion. Ridiculous. This kid wouldn't know a piece of ass from a hole in the ground, and would shoot his load before figuring it out. He tries to hide his inadequacies with his over the top banter. Very pathetic and shallow, like so many humans. And although he's held these two titles, he's mostly known for being in a tag team with someone almost the exact opposite of him, that freak of nature Mortius. Disasterpiece. What a fitting name, as it sums up each of your careers as simple as that."

~~ The crowd is booing loudly again, annoying Alan ~~

Alan
"You people need to shut your mouths! The thing is, this whole time Brian Blaze has been exactly where he belongs. In the midcard. Fighting with people of his own skill, his own level. But somewhere down the line, during what has been dubbed by many as CZW's 'dark ages,' Brian Blaze found himself in a spot he never thought possible. In the finals of the King of Combat tournament. A match he won, which is misleading considering who his opponent was. It's not hard to get a push when almost all of the top talent takes a break at once. I am sure many people in the office want to thank you for trying to step up to the plate, Brian, but now it's unnecessary. Now the REAL talent is back. So, by cashing in your title shot this early... you may think you're taking some sort of advantage, but really you're just getting back into your place sooner than later. You don't intimidate me in the slightest bit, you can surround yourself with as many second rate wrestlers as you want in Beautiful Agony, and it wouldn't make a bit of difference. I have more talent... I have more experience... I have EVERYTHING more and better than you. Where you have butterflies in your stomach, and your nerves are shot with excitement... I have the confidence and the determination to make an example out of you. Where you see, finally, your first CZW World Heavyweight title shot... I see a lesson taught to each and every one of the so-called 'superstars' in the back. This is what is going to happen when you have to face The One Man Riot one on one. I'm at a level all by myself, Blaze. _THE_ top star, athlete, personality in the CZW. Where you parade around as some 1970's porn star... a god damned JOKE... I am the epitome of excellence. Maybe you will learn something from our encounter, but most likely you're too stupid."

~~ The chant of 'F*CK YOU FISCUS!' repeats, causing Alan to raise his voice ~~

Alan
"There is a place I hate worse than this hell hole. And, imagine that, it's Brian Blaze's homeland... CANADA. The toilet bowl of the earth. The least evolved humans are in Canada. The ugliest of people live in Canada. Every time I have had to wrestle or merely BE in Canada, I have gotten so sick I could die. That place and the people from it are like a poison to me, and I can sense when I run across a Canadian from a mile away. Your being from there, Brian, only hurts your case that much more. Because through you, I will be attacking your homeland. Through you, I will be smacking the taste out of the mouths of anyone who has ever said 'Aye' at the end of a sentence. Through you, I will be beating the hell out of anyone who has ever bought a Nickelback album. Through you, I will be wiping my ass with a bright red leaf until it's spit shine clean. You can bring your cheap imitation of Lurch tag team partner. You can bring your Misfit. You can bring your Ripper. You can bring your E rating. The odds will NEVER be in your favor. You can convince yourself that I'm only underestimating you. You can find empty confidence in thinking I'm looking past you. Whatever helps you sleep at night, Blaze. But let me reassure you, the possibilities of me making a mistake is as possible as Ronnie McNeil winning the World title. Not very possible at all, son. I look forward to fighting you. I look forward to breaking you. I look forward to beating you. Dallas, Texas is like a fourth home to me, Brian, and I'll take great pleasure in punking you out in the same city that the Von Erichs made famous. When it's all said and done, Brian, this match will be the TRUE beautiful agony. My ring work the beauty... your absolute failure the agony."

~~ Alan pauses before moving on ~~

Alan
"But enough about that. Right now, I want to address a man that's the most despicable human being I have had the displeasure of meeting since Eric Collum. I'm talking about the man I victimized to become the CZW World Heavyweight champion. Cage Stryker."

~~ The 'STRYKER! STRYKER! STRYKER!' chant begins ~~

Alan
"By you chanting the name of the biggest piece of trash I have ever met, it further proves my point of you being the stupidest people ever. This man has done nothing but cry and cry and make excuse after excuse about how he lost the title. Cage, let me lay it down for you. I AM BETTER. When a Cage Stryker promo plays, all we see is you saying the same crap over and over and over and OVER... repeating yourself almost line for line identically, hoping that by showing your face more on the screen that will help your career flourish. You're the most shallow imbecile to ever hold the title, even more so than Jesse himself. My promos are must sees. My promos are the bread winners. You think because you forced a seven foot giant to pass out, I'm to be scared. You think because you motion around your waist like a pouty-lipped jackass, you'll be the champion again. You might as well be signaling that you're planning to become a fat ass, because that's more likely to happen than you being the champion of this company ever again. You mention this rematch you think you deserve, repeatedly. You imply that I fear you. I have NO PROBLEMS defending this title against you, and I have no problems destroying your ass once again. You can easily defeat a monster when he is so driven solely on emotions. It's easy to defeat McNally when his heart isn't in it. It's easy to call out Krimzon Blaze rather than truly focus on getting a rematch. Because that's what you do, Cage, you take the easy way out. Your desire to feed your bloated ego is shameless. You don't deserve anything but a swift kick in the ass as you're heading out the CZW door for the last time, punk. I will maul you when you get your title shot. When will this be? Well it won't be until next year that's for sure. I have more important matters to attend to than to give an undeserving prick a title shot, even if it is because of his so-called rematch clause. So wait your turn, Cage, your ass kicking is coming I promise you."

~~ Alan pauses before saying a final note ~~

Alan
"In closing, I have one last piece of business to discuss. I want to address the man I hate the most of all of these people. 'Drunk Ass' Matt Covey."

~~ Alan immediately rolls his eyes as the 'COVEY! COVEY COVEY!' chants start ~~

Alan, angered
"SHUT THE HELL UP!! You chant the name and support the worst wrestler to ever walk into the CZW!? A man who has repeatedly burned you in the past, attacking your heroes, and offending the masses? You people truly are sheep. Just because Matt Covey repented and asked for forgiveness... doesn't mean you give it to him! Covey, let me tell you something. In Las Vegas, when our team won... it was solely because of me. Of course it was. You want to use my chest as an ashtray, you want to be hardcore... you want to be EXTREME? You're looking at multiple time Hardcore champion, and you know this. I was hardcore before it was COOL. You can bring out the barbed wire baseball bats, you bring out whatever you like, Matt. When we face each other, it is going to be epic. When we _FINALLY_ have our Riot match, it is going to break the bank. Never in the history of this company has a match been so anticipated... so wished for... so irrefutably inevitable. You were my friend, Covey. A title not very people have carried. That doesn't make me weak, however. You stabbing me in the back doesn't give you the advantage like it would with so many others. What you call crying, I call WARNING. I am warning you. You may think you know all there is to know about me. You may think you have the upper hand because you were the one who supposedly played me. You are dead wrong, bad ass. You can never truly play the most sadistic psycho to enter the ring. You can never be the most dangerous man alive until I have DIED. And that's just simply not going to happen. Not until well after you've died yourself, that is. So smoke your cigarettes, and drink your cheap whiskey. Stumble in and out of consciousness all you like, junkie. After I am through with you, you'll be entering rehab yet again... and for the very last time."

~~ Alan smiles evilly, as "Streetcleaner" begins to play again. The crowd is immense with heat, throwing various items at Fiscus and Finch as they leave the ring. A full can of beer almost hits Alan in the face, and he looks deeply offended. He picks it back up and immediately throws it back in the direction from which it came. A fan reaches for Frank's arm, and he forcefully pushes the man back. They quickly walk up the ramp, and turn around, each man flipping the crowd off for their hostility. Fiscus then takes off the CZW World Heavyweight title and lifts it high in the air. After a few moments, he drapes it over his right shoulder. The crowd even more loudly, and they both walk behind the entrance curtain. The shot switches to the backstage area, where Alan and Frank had just entered. They look at each and roll their eyes at the crowd's reactions. Fiscus grabs a can of Diet Coke that was specifically waiting for him on a table near the entrance, as Frank grabs a bottled water. Frank loosens his tie up a little as they beginning walking down a hallway, presumably towards Alan's locker room ~~

Alan
"Damn these people in New Mexico are overly hostile."

Frank
"What do you expect? The Spanish heritage goes hand in hand with violence and anger. Don't sweat it, champ. We'll be on the nicest jet money can buy in a few hours, on our way to Dallas for a few extra days before the big show."

Alan
"I can't wait. Dallas is a city of culture and intelligence. Albuquerque is a city of degenerates and mongoloids."

Frank, smiling
"So very true."

~~ They make their way to the locker room, and open the blue door. Inside is the standard wrestler's locker room, but with a deluxe feel to it, one of many World championship perks. There is a black leather couch against the furthest wall from the door, placed in front of a very large flat screen television. Finch takes off his blue blazer and hangs on a hanger next to the couch. Fiscus sits down on the couch, nearly cradling the title in his arms. He gets out a bottle of polish and a clean white cloth, and begins to obsessively clean the already immaculate championship. Most do not notice that they forgot to shut the door ~~

Alan
"So what do you think of this Blaze kid? What's your review?"

Frank, sitting down on the other side of the couch
"Well... he's actually pretty good in the ring. He's got a lot of people's support, but that doesn't effect you ever. All the normal psychological tricks usually don't. You hit the nail on the head when you discussed the differences in the amount of time you've each been in this business."

Alan
"Even I will admit that he has some charisma. But you know... he's gonna play the age card. He's going to think that I'm 30 years old... that I'm someone past my prime. He's not going to think very much more than that, because he IS inexperienced. He may study film on me, he may check wikipedia. But he's not ever going to know what it's like to face me one on one until Dallas."

Frank, after taking a sip of his water
"But you can't look past him, even if you claim you're not. The kid's got some talent. He won the... KoC, after all"

Alan
"So you're saying I should watch out because he's THE KoC?"

~~ At this point, whenever either of them say 'KoC' ... they're not spelling it by the letters ~~

Frank
"I'm saying this kid is trying to enforce his KoC onto you, and you'd better prepare."

Alan, snickering
"So How I should prepare for his KoC?"

Frank, trying not smile
"Well... you'll need to KoC block him."

Alan
"So the kid won a KoC. He thinks has some stroke now, because of his KoC. Little does he know... his KoC isn't going to measure up."

Frank
"That's the spirit! You need to show this kid who has the bigger KoC! You need to show this kid how a KoC works!"

Alan, screaming with sarcastic enthusiasm
"I'M GONNA TAKE HIS KoC, AND SHOVE IT STRAIGHT UP HIS ASS!!--"

~~ Just then, CZW referee Stephanie Christine was walking down the hallway and had just walked in front of their open door when Alan had said this. She stopped dead in her tracks. She's wearing a cut off referee shirt, and very short black shorts. Alan and Frank both look like they were just caught doing something very dirty, with each man's mouth agape in surprise. Stephanie's eyes are wide, as her face begins to blush. She shakes her head, offended, before continuing on her original path. Fiscus and Finch both look at each other, still looking very surprised. Almost at the very same time, each man bursts out laughing their guts out, both of them almost crying from the fits. After a moment of this, they each begin to settle down as an unknown man knocks on the open door and addresses them ~~

Man, excitedly
"Excuse me, sirs? I was sent to let you know that the viewing room is ready for you to watch the brand new Overdrive opening trailer, just debuted in Las Vegas!"

~~ Fiscus smirks at the man's over enthusiasm, and lets out a grunted 'heh' ~~

Alan
"Well don't shit your pants about it, son. If it's already been premiered... why are we being demanded to watch the damn thing?"

Man, a little embarrassed
"Ummm... I'm sorry sir, Uh... well because Jesse Montana wants each and every wrestler on the active roster's personal opinions on the material in question, as a part of his new democracy-influenced agendas..."

~~ Alan rolls his eyes, as Frank sits up and stands ~~

Frank
"Alright, kid. We'll be there in a moment. Leave."

~~ The man nods and leaves abruptly ~~

Alan, now standing up as well
"Jesse and democracy aren't two words I would have ever expected to be in the same sentence. He doesn't appear to be the megalomaniac he once was. At least not as bad."

Frank
"Eh, I wouldn't trust him. But you know that. Let's just play their little game and see where it leads."

~~ Alan nods, and they begin to leave the room ~~

Alan
"You don't have to tell me. Let's get this over with."

~~ They leave the room, as the camera stays as its locked on the open door. Suddenly Fiscus comes back and closes it, revealing a sign hanging on the inside door knob. It reads ~~

TO BE CONTINUED...

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