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| A Fisc & Finch Joint...; and then a Fisc & Finch joint | |
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| Topic Started: Dec 11 2009, 09:13 AM (98 Views) | |
| Alan Fiscus | Dec 11 2009, 09:13 AM Post #1 |
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Sadistic Solution
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"Hypocrisy, the lie, is the true sister of evil, intolerance, and cruelty." - Raisa Gorbachev ~~ Tuesday, December 8th. Wichita, KS. 8:00 PM ~~ -=- The scene fades in on a familiar house. A house you've seen repeatedly on CZW television. It is large, white, and maintained very well. The mailbox reads "138 N. Inwood." There is a black Chrysler 300 in the long drive way, next to a customized and restored 1977 Dodge van, of a dark green color. The yard is not very friendly... no decorations or nick knack of the sort. Simple and minimalist, yet strong and proud in its decor. The driveway and the path that leads up to the large oak doors is made of dark concrete, grades higher than what the normal household can afford. There are security cameras throughout the complex, but there is not a gate at the front.. in an essence, inviting someone to come get tore up. The sun is long gone, and the lighting crew can only do so much so not everything is easy to see. It is a cold and frigid evening, where the casual high wind cuts through like a knife. Suddenly a brand new Corvette storms into the driveway, black and shiny. The man who gets out is also familiar, as he completely ignores the filming crew. He is wearing black slacks and a heavy black trench coat. He wears a black hood, but you know him instantly when you see his face. He is "Flawless" Frank Finch. He briskly walks up to the large doors, and rings the doorbell. He waits for a few moments, getting irritated, before ringing it again. As soon as he lets off the button, the door on the left opens. -=- -=- The man who opens the door, needs no introduction. It is Alan Fiscus, CZW World Heavyweight champion. He is instantly annoyed by the cold weather -=- Alan "Well, get on in here dammit!" -=- Frank immediately enters, with the door shutting quickly behind him. The scene switches to inside, in the same living room that Alan has been seen in before. Alan is wearing grey sweat pants, and a "Nirvana: Incesticide" t-shirt. His hair is uncombed, and his goatee has grown out further with younger stubble surrounding it. Frank takes off his large trench coat and puts it on the coat rack near the doors. He is wearing a "San Diego Chargers" sweat shirt. He takes off his cap to reveal his blond hair. Without saying a word, he gets a metal cigarette case from his left pocket, opens it up, and shows Alan the thick joint he has brought with him. Alan smiles and nods, and they begin making their way to the kitchen -=- Alan "Coffee?" Frank "Sure. Two scoops, no creamer." Alan "That's my man, just the way I like it." -=- Alan goes over to the counter in the kitchen, where a very expensive coffee maker has just finished brewing. He pours two cups, duplicating each with sugar. He hands one to Frank, and nods to head down the stairs on the other end of the kitchen which lead to a very large basement. They make their way down, and the scene again switches to show them coming down the stairs. The basement is purposely solid concrete, the same quality as the driveway, with a layer of clear styrofoam on every visible inch. There is a large flat screen TV as the centerpiece of the den area, with leather chairs and a long velvet couch over a long oriental rug. You see a trophy display to their left, displaying Alan's previous achievements. They make their way over to the couch, and Alan pulls out a dark green box from underneath it. He opens it up and pulls out some vanilla incense and a holder. He places it on the table in front of the couch, and lights a stick. Frank puts the joint up to his lips, and lights it up -=- Alan "So are you ready for our big match on the 21st?" Frank, pausing after taking a few puffs and passing it to Alan "No doubt. I have been ready to return to the ring on this level for a long time now. How are you feeling after your title defense, champ?" Alan, passing it back "Pretty damn sore, and pretty damn good. That kid gave me a hell of a match." Frank, almost choking "Yeah, I was surprised you showed him such respect to be honest. He and that creepy ass Loch Ness monster of a partner of his can suck off if you ask me." Alan "Don't get me wrong, I'm not in love with the kid or nothing. He just earned a hint of respect for the match, is all. I couldn't care less what happens to him now, by any means." Frank, taking it back "I can understand that, I suppose. Doesn't mean I have to like the little twerp." Alan, reaching to take it back but stops "Yeah, I -- oh, hold on." -=- A very muffled "Poker Face" plays from Alan's left pocket on his sweats. He pulls out a cell phone, and sees who it is -=- Alan "I have to take this, put it out for a second." Frank "... Lady GaGa?" -=- Alan ignores Frank as he answers -=- Alan's one sided conversation, with only vibrations being heard from the phone "Yeah... hello ... Yep ... Yes, I know how risky it was to do that ... What was I thinking? ... It wasn't real, you know ... Well, tell the sponsors that ... Yes, yes, I know how many times you've had to tell me to cool it down, I ... listen, I'm getting the ratings aren't I? ... It's about pushing the envelope, man, you know how I work ... well, I understand how delicate the CZW's foundation still is ... of course, I do. But we're well on our way back up ... just explain to them that it was a prop, it wasn't real, it was a joke ... I was mocking Covey, hello ... Alright, alright ... see you then." -=- Alan hangs up, looking pissed off -=- Frank, who has just snuffed the joint out "What was that about?" Alan "It was about my little cocaine stunt when I came out for the match. The sponsors are apparently shitting themselves over it." Frank "Heh, but that was hilarious. They just don't get it." Alan "No, they don't. So we are scheduled to meet with them at ten o'clock right? At the Intrust Bank Arena?" Frank "Yep. To cut a promo for the six man tag. I'm glad they're not making people fly back to Connecticut to do that stuff anymore, it's a pain." Alan "Indeed. You staying in town until the show?" Frank "Nah, I'm gonna go back home for a few days and train with my brother." Alan "Cool, cool. I'm going to enjoy the luxury of the show being in my hometown, that's for sure." Frank "Yeah, dammit, they need to go to San Diego soon." Alan "Yeah, yeah. Well, you want to get a move on? The sooner we get there, the sooner we can get it over with and out of the damn cold." Frank "Sounds good to me. Let's roll." -=- Both men stand up, Fiscus putting his box back underneath the couch, and proceed to make their way back up the stairs. Instead of following, the scene momentarily fades to black -=- ~~ Intrust Bank Arena, where CZW booked some time for wrestler's to cut promos. 9:45 PM ~~ -=- Fiscus and Finch have just pulled up into a parking space right near the arena. They exit, and Finch looks up at the building -=- Frank "Not a bad looking arena. Why aren't we having this show here?" Alan "It's not ready for live events just yet. It's opening in January for that. For the last couple of months they've been allowing bookings for smaller things." -=- Frank nods as they make their way up the stairs and into the building. Scene cuts to inside -=- -=- As they enter, a man with a headset on greets them. After a few words, he points to a black curtain and nods. Alan and Frank head that way, and through it. -=- ~~ Ten Minutes Later ~~ -=- Fiscus and Finch walk out from behind the curtain, dressed in their 'promo' gear. Alan is wearing his black and red wrestling tights, the CZW World Heavyweight title around his waist, and no t-shirt. Finch, surprisingly, is not wearing a suit but a blue and black singlet with white wrestling boots on. His hair is down and he has a towel draped over his shoulders. They walk down the hallway a little bit, until they get to two wooden doors. A CZW employee immediately opens the door for them, and the scene cuts to inside. It's a makeshift promo room, with a newly created and large vinyl CZW banner is draping down on the back wall, completely covering it. There is a cameraman, a stagehand, and Ryan Lewis doing various things to prepare for recording. Ryan is wearing a dark grey suit, with his hair spiked up as usual. He looks up and nods at Alan and Frank as they enter. Both men, being no strangers to cutting promos, move over to the side and Ryan's left, waiting for their cue to get up on the small stage and accompany Ryan. Ryan holds a microphone in his hand, and is standing over an 'X' to mark his required position. He looks toward the camera, and the stagehand begins a short countdown to recording -=- Ryan Lewis "Thank you for joining us, ladies and gentlemen, Ryan Lewis here. Before I bring out my guests, allow me to recap the recent events to further detail how we're reached the point that we have. For pretty much all of October, CZW had simply ceased operations freezing its assets and taking a step back to readjust to the dismal state of the economy of the world before losing any more money and talent. There was a good chance, at a time, that the CZW was going to close its doors forever. Luckily, the right men at the right stepped up... presented a very well-thought-out plan for success, and before we knew it... CZW had booked the Staples Center in Los Angeles to present a return pay-per-view. The timing was perfect, as injured superstars such as Alan Fiscus and Eddie Rowan were healed enough to compete... and many others who had departed from CZW were more than willing to bring it back to life. The event turned out to be the most successful PPV in CZW's history, garnering more money and ratings than even the first Hatewave, who previously held that spot. The main event of this event saw what was supposed to be an eight man elimination chamber match for the CZW World Heavyweight title, but unfortunately two of the participants... Mike King and Karl Jackson... could not make it. The six remaining put on a hell of a brawl, where we saw "High Definition" Cage Stryker successfully retain the title against Rob Wright, Alan Fiscus, Krimzon Blaze, Matt Covey, and Ace King... who turned out to be wrestling what appears to be his last ever CZW match. As Cage was celebrating his victory over Alan Fiscus, Alan shook the cobwebs and pulled the ace from out of his sleeve... the money in the bank briefcase we won all the way back in December of last year at Beginning Of The End. After surprising Cage, and Overthrowing him on to the case itself, Alan Fiscus got the victory and became the eleventh champion." Ryan Lewis "Following the success of the show, CZW struck up a special deal with a major television network to produce a two hour live event every two weeks, on Monday night. CZW Overdrive was reborn. However, also reborn, the epic Fiscus / Covey feud that has building for many months. The first Overdrive back, in Las Vegas, the main event turned out to be a dream match of sorts, a CZW classic. Fiscus and Covey together in a team... having been the longest reigning CZW Global tag champions... facing a team reminiscent of the Upstarts in Jesse Montana and Shawn Waters. Fiscus and Covey won the match, but not before Covey put out a cigarette on Alan's chest. Directly afterwards, Fiscus nailed Covey with a Riot Act and knocked him out. The following Overdrive, Alan Fiscus successfully defended the title against "Mr. Entertainment" Brian Blaze in Dallas, Texas. During the show, Matt Covey demanded of Jesse Montana to let him at Fiscus right then and there, but Montana nixed the idea in favor of a main event six man tag team match in Wichita, Kansas.. Alan's hometown... on the Overdrive directly before our big second anniversary PPV "There Will Be Blood: A Celebration of Violence." It has been announced that the main event of that show, which will be held in our inaugural arena in Rochester, New York, will be Alan Fiscus defending the title against Matt Covey in a Riot match. Joining me now are two of the three participants on one of the opposing teams... Fiscus and "Flawless" Frank Finch. Gentlemen?" -=- Alan's voice can be heard before he can be seen, as Fiscus and Finch slowly walk onto the stage -=- Alan "That's right, that's right, that's right!" -=- Fiscus and Finch join Lewis, who stands to his left. Finch stands behind both men, as Alan is on Ryan's right. He is being very cocky, as is Frank -=- Alan "Ryan, ol' buddy... the champ is HEH! Alongside the silent assassin... the perfect paladin... the flawless one... Frank Finch. Mr. Ace in the Hole himself. You talk about the recent history, you talk about the fall and the rebirth of CZW and yet you say it in such a tone as if _I_ wasn't the sole savior of this company. I am leading this company into the new year as the greatest champion it has ever seen. I am the heat that packs the seats. Not Cage Stryker. Not Beautiful Agony. Not even Matt Covey. They are all second rate compared to moi. Overdrive is getting the highest ratings it's ever had. The merchandise is flying out of the factory faster than ever before. The internet is buzzing over the new CZW, and more importantly... they're buzzing about ME. I am _THE_ man, Ryan! The captain of the ship, the king of the land. The greatest wrestler in the world today, the Earth's hand picked champion by natural selection." Ryan "That's all fine and dandy, Alan, but tell me this. Are you completely physically... and maybe more importantly mentally prepared to not only defend your title at the next PPV against the man, but to face him in your hometown in a six man tag against him and El Fuego? I mean, let's face it, Matt Covey is no Brian Blaze, with all due respect. And on that note, the odds are against your team for this match, as it is you and Frank... who, albeit impressive, isn't very well known as an in-ring competitor... and some mystery opponent. Where El Fuego are one of the most successful tag teams in CZW history, and Covey seems dead set on hurting you." Alan "Covey can seem dead set all he likes, when I'm done with him he'll simply seem dead! I am more than ready for these encounters, I think it's a little patronizing for you to even bother asking me such crap. I have been ready for Matt Covey since the moment the doctor cleared me to be able to return to the ring, physically. I have ALWAYS been prepared for him mentally. Where you saw Alan Fiscus as a heart broken, depressed wreck in the spring of this year... you try to blame that behavior solely on Covey turning his back on me and the rest of WDS. There are many more, and many more important, factors that caused me my mental woes. You see, Ryan... well, actually you probably can't fathom it... but I am a very, extremely intelligent human being. I understand a lot more about the universe than peons like you. I understand our insignificance, our humility, our mortality... more than any nickel-and-dime psychiatrist. Where everyone in the world today is shallow, I am deeper than anything you've ever seen. They say ignorance is bliss, and that's one fact they got right. Revenge on Covey has been the fire burning in my skull from the very moment he revealed his betrayal. NO ONE betrays Alan Fiscus, and gets away with it! I am the mafia... and in Wichita, it will be a preparation of the sacrifice... and at the PPV, I am gonna MAKE Covey, if you get my drift. And as far as El Felipe goes... I mean, how many damn times am I going to have to beat the living SHIT out of Krimzon Blaze before he realizes to -never- get in the ring with me again? And El Pablo? I never understood why he started wearing a mask, and I never bothered to care. Maybe he realized how ugly he was. Regardless, he has NEVER beaten me in the ring. If Covey thinks this is his army... he's got only a band of rejects, being led to the slaughter. I doubt they'll even show up, Ryan. Did they even fully agree to this match? It makes no difference. Covey with his midget army, Covey alone... he's going to be my bitch either way." -=- At this point, Finch steps forward and grabs Ryan's arm. He pulls the microphone up to his mouth -=- Frank "And let me tell you something, Lewis! I may have had a less than stellar career in the CZW as far as in the ring goes, but that's all going to change right here and now! The injuries that had prevented me from being full-time are long gone. I am quite literally... PERFECT now. I am at the best of my game, just like the champ here. But you're right, these punks are probably taking the flawless one for granted. They're probably looking past me as some kind of flunkie. As some sort of brainless henchman. As Alan's BITCH. That is their fatal flaw, because they are dead wrong. Let me give you a brief description of who I am, Lewis. I graduated at the top of my class in high school AND college. I lettered many times in every sport I chose to take part in. I have been wrestling just as long as Alan Fiscus, making my professional wrestling debut in November of 1996. You see, Alan and I were both students of Owen Castle's. That's how long we've known each other, you see. Fourteen years, to be precise. I am of the same caliber, trained by the very BEST. Matt Covey and his little chipmunks are in for a very rude awakening if they think Frank Finch is going to bring anything but his 'A' game. I am a master technician. Matt Covey, he is a simple brawler. A disgusting derelict. A pathetic primate. I am a wrestler. El Pablo, he is a high flyer. One of the very best. He jumps around like a little ballerina, with such grace. I am a wrestler. Krimzon Blaze, he is another high flyer and is definitely in a league of his own in that realm. He flips and twists, runs and jumps just like the parasitic fans want him to. I am a wrestler. Boys, you're not facing a podunk lackey. Alan chose me as one of his partners because he knows me, he trusts me, and he respects my skill. I am without a shadow of a doubt... flawless!" Ryan "And, going back to the subject, who exactly IS this mystery partner? I can't think of anyone on the roster who you haven't alienated yourselves from besides Finch." Alan "Well if we told you, funny man, it wouldn't be a mystery anymore would it? You say I alienated the roster... they're all simply jealous, Ryan. But let me fill you in some of the skinny. Matt Covey is a very big idiot, and has made many... MANY enemies over the years. It could be anyone, Ryan. In the end, I had people knocking at my door BEGGING to be our partner. But I have bought the best partner money can buy. All it took was the right amount of cash, and believe you me I have plenty of it. He is the perfect last piece of the puzzle. Covey is on the horizon of his christening, his blood being prepared for me to bathe in at There Will Be Blood. He doesn't realize what I have been telling him all along. I AM THE PUPPET MASTER. I am full of surprises, and if you think our mystery partner is the only one... you've got another thing coming." Ryan "But what does THAT mean? And this mystery partner, is he a member currently on the roster, or a past CZW employee, or someone completely new to the product? Is he..." -=- Fiscus has a sinister smile on his face as Ryan speaks, and just simply walks off the set. Finch again grabs Ryan's mic -=- Frank "That's on a need-to-know basis, punk.. and you don't need to know! * laughs * Be rest assured, when you've got THE champ... when you've got the most perfect wrestler to ever grace God's green Earth... and when you've got our powerhouse blockbuster of a partner, you better believe we are walking away the victors. No matter what the brainless humanoids want to hear, we are the best wrestlers in the world. I am a sportsman, Ryan, I am not some simpleton like Covey. I am not solely motivated by brainless violence. I am a student of a game, a traditionalist, a TRUE fighter. I'll wrestle rings around all three of those delinquents. Life is a game, boys... and we've just put you in checkmate! * laughs *" -=- Finch then spits his gum and swipes at it, intentionally swatting into Ryan's hair. He laughs again and walks off the stage, following Fiscus. As Ryan tries desperately to get the gum out of his hair, the scene fades to black -=- |
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