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Will The Real TJ Hix Please Stand up; TJ World Title RP
Topic Started: Aug 4 2012, 02:33 AM (141 Views)
Boss Hix
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Men don't believe in a devil now,
As their fathers used to do;
They reject one creed because it's old
For another because it's new.

There's not a print of his cloven foot,
Nor a fiery dart from his bow,
To be found in the earth or air today!
At least—they declare it is so!

But who is it mixes the fatal draught
That palsies heart and brain,
And loads the bier of each passing year
With its hundred thousand slain.

But who blights the bloom of the land today;
With the fiery breath of hell?
If it isn't the devil that does the work,
Who does? Won't somebody tell?

Who dogs the steps of the toiling saint?
Who spreads the net for his feet?
Who sows the tares in the world's broad field.
Where the Savior sows his wheat?

If the devil is voted not to be,
Is the verdict, therefore, true?
Some one is surely doing the work
The devil was thought to do.

They may say the devil has never lived,
They may say the devil is gone;
But simple people would like to know
Who carries the business on?.

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Location: TJ Hix Studio
Brooklyn, New York
Date: August 1st, 2012
Time: 18:00pm

As the night edged closer we open on…

***STATIC INTERFERENCE***

A pump kick comes out of nowhere on an elderly gentlemen with a boom stick and TJ Hix is seen setting him up for a ‘Seek New Employment’ and then driving the man through a speaker system.

Hix: No…fuck this narration bullshit. Here we are less than a week away from the first iPPV broadcast of the CZW. I got too much to say and cover tonight before Kingdom Come. And I’ll be damned if some fuckin narrator cuts into MY TIME!!

Hix paces back and forth

Hix: I’m an easy goin guy…I really am…love me or hate me…I really don’t give a fuck. But I’m tired of all the bullshit! I’m tired of people spitting on my legacy. I’m tired of people spitting on my accolades. I am not some fucking two bit CZW recruit…I am cash money.

TJ walks over and kicks open a door that leads to what appears to be a trophy room. A brilliant shine emanates from within. Numerous gold belts, trophies and plaques line the wall.

Hix: You see this shit Timmy…this is my legacy…this…is what I have done in my 20 fucking years I’ve been doin this shit. How long have you been at it…and all you have to offer is 19 title reigns? You know how many I have. Of course you fuckin don’t because you’re a self-centered douche bag. You don’t pay a bit of fuckin attention to anyone but yourself! Well…here ya go…allow me to educate you. I have 81 title reigns…oh yeah the big fuckin 81. You barely have 20 percent of that! Hell yeah I’m an egotistical son of a bitch. I’ve never denied that. Pathetic career in CZW…alright…I’ll give that to you. CZW doesn’t know how to profit off talent like me…because I’m 1 in a million…where guys like you are a dime a dozen. My opponents for this coming iPPV are the perfect example…Kerosene…Cain…Stryker…yeah…not even close. Unfortunately...even you have better accolades then they do.

Hix pauses a moment and sits down on a bench.

Hix: I actually have a serious question Timmy. Are you fuckin retarded…or do you just play one on TV? Back in the day…people made fun of you all the damn time. You couldn’t spell for shit…and you made no bloody sense whatsoever. I think they dubbed it Timmy phonics or some shit…I don’t remember. You seriously came off as nothing more than a FUCKING retard. But I defended ya…I said…no no guys…give him a break. I even made you my right hand man in the recruiting office. And then this latest tirade of yours…really…really you STUPID son of a bitch!! You know why you’ve accomplished what you have here in the CZW? Of course not! It’s because people have felt pity for you…they made you look good because they’ve taken the dive for ya. How’s that feel Tim…how’s it feel to know the truth…you are a waste of the CZW pay roll. You have nothing to offer here other than your…waah waah waah. If I had a nickel for every time you’ve said you were cheated because you lost to Cage…or EP…or Brian Blaze…or whoever…I’d be a fuckin zillionaire. And frankly…I hope the Mountain Man takes you behind the woodshed…if you get what I’m sayin. I don’t whine…I don’t bitch…I just state the facts. That’s who I am…and that’s what I do…and unfortunately…the Council doesn’t like that…why the hell else do you think I am nothing more than a racist bigot and a woman beater here? It’s simply because they don’t like my blatancy. They don’t like the fact that I expose their backstage politics. They can’t fire me because they know I’d own this company if they did…so instead…they choose to destroy my character.

Hix strokes his chin.

Hix: Failure…is that the best you can fuckin do Timmy. Last I checked…I’m undefeated…and I’m one of the four finalists in the KoC. Correct me if I’m wrong…but didn’t Cage knock you out of that durin the first round? And how many rounds have I made it through? Sorry…I’m a little drunk…so my math isn’t the best. But do you seriously wanna compare careers…because my fuckin career would bury yours.

TJ smirks as he continues pacing.

Hix: Apparently you really don’t know who I am. You don’t know what I’m capable of. Mr. Cain learned first hand. Buck…Eiji…Ruth…Kirkland…KB…take your pick…I’ve put’em all in their place. What makes you think your special? What makes you even think you’re in my league? And it’s kinda humorous with you mentioning the ole cliché playing with fire getting bunt…blah blah… Do you seriously know the kind of matches I’ve been through?


Hix continues pacing around with a wry smile on his face…

Hix: Hm…how else can I dissect your promo Timmy? Tim…I want YOU to listen and listen good. I’ve not let you off the hook yet…but because the suits here in the CZW kindly asked me to lay off you…I agreed to. That’s the only thing that’s keeping you from winding up in a body bag. So I’m gonna let you and your man get your divorce stuff finalized…then…you’re done. You’ll learn why I am The Fuckin Boss Timmy. And you’ll learn who the REAL whole damn show is my friend.

TJ walks over to one of his trophy cases. A slight smile crosses his face

Hix: Heh…I can’t honestly remember the last time I actually took a walk down this memory lane. Tim…don’t you pride yourself about hardcore titles or somethin? Well…within this glass I have twenty four hardcore titles from various feds…including a hardcore tag champ belt. So yeah…I’m not some prissy bitch afraid to get his hands dirty. I’ve had my share of insane matches…and every time I’ve walked out still intact while my opponents were left broken and bloodied…kinda how that’s gonna play out at Kingdom Come. And you know Tim…I’ve already wasted more time than you deserve on you…so I think it’s time for me to say what needs to be said. You think you’re THE shit here when really…your just shit. I’ll let Mountain Man take care of you from this point.

TJ continues walking around…seeming to admire all his past accomplishments. He even seems to show a sense of pride for them.

Hix: Hell…I don’t even know where to begin…Johnny…Cage…Daniel…they’re all just…so easy… Well…I guess I’ll just begin with explaining my actions on Overdrive. People saw me run from the ring when Mike and his crew decided to storm the ring. Now typically…I don’t do that…I don’t wane from fear…I’m just smart. It doesn’t take a genius to know about the strength in numbers cliché. And I knew I was outnumbered…and after watching what happened to the self proclaimed martyr of the CZW Cage Stryker…yeah…I wasn’t about to get turned into this new blood’s little whipping boy. Upper management tried…they told me to allow them to attack me just to give Daniel momentum into Kingdom Come…but I told them to go to hell. The Fuckin Boss is no ones whipping boy especially when I can care-less rather the talent sinks or swims.

Hix walks over to another case that covers and entire wall.

Hix: I didn’t get these by being a whipping boy. That’s right…25 world title reigns. And come Kingdom Come…I may very well be adding a 26th World Title reign to my already illustrious resume. What fed wouldn’t want a guy like me on their roster? All they’d have to see is my multitudes of title reigns and they’d know who the real star is.

Hix stares off into space…seemingly amused at something only he understands.

Hix: So…a four man elimination match. That’s the best they can offer for an iPPV of this stature. A superstar and 3 rookies. At least one has slightly earned his way in…that bein Cage. But as for Johnny and Daniel…I don’t even know why they were even put in this tournament. For some odd reason CZW scrapped their original idea. The tourney was suppose to get down to two people…not four and they were gonna battle it out. The odds on favorite obviously being Cage…the hero of CZW. Now that woulda been big. As I proved on Overdrive…Daniel was nothing more than a mere bothersome insect that I easily crushed under my boot. And Johnny…he’s a tag team competitor…not a singles guy…so again…I could have easily crushed him to.

Hix does the mock Daniel Cain thing again

Hix: Envision this. The ultimate good guy versus the ultimate bad guy. One on one in some insane match up…it’d be like the Batman versus the Joker live and in living color…minus the face paint and the throat cancer. That would have sold…that would have finally tore the CZW from this oppression that we are in. And then throw in the EP/Ryan match. That’s all this iPPV needed. Those two matches would have been the only thing to save the CZW. I guess the X-Title match would be ok too…because those matches are about as unpredictable as the weather. But the Tim/MtM match…honestly…who cares. The tag team match…really…The Power. Do people honestly even expect them to show up? We’re going to get bored with embarrassing them quick. Hell…what am I sayin…I was bored with em the first time they walked into an arena. I saw two no talent idiots who expected their muscles to do the talkin for em. I don’t care how muscled you are…I’ll still plant ya. Just ask Buck. Debut matches are when you go get you some popcorn and beer. These can also be called snoozer matches. And then we have two rednecks and a white boy. Does anyone else hear ‘Brokeback Mountain 2: Climbing It From The Rear‘? Just sayin. But no…scrap that idea and lets just put all four guys in the ring…elimination style. At least the rest of the matches have something interesting about em…but the main event…the very thing that is going to begin molding the CZW anew…4-Way elimination. That was the best CZW could come up with. I am sorely disappointed. Mediocre opponents for me and all we have to do is just eliminate one another. Even a Fatal Four Way would be more exciting…because it truly would be a match of survival. Pins bein stopped…submissions bein broken…constant fast paced nail biting action…which one of the lucky four are gonna have enough in them to take this win. That is excitement…that is what the bloodthirsty fans come to see. Not a game of musical chairs. Music stops who’s gonna be able to sit down in time…oh…that ones eliminated…go cry to mommy. Music picks up again…then stops…which two are gonna sit down first. You know how I win that game…I PICK UP THE FUCKIN CHAIR AND BUST IT OVER SOMEBODY’S HEAD!! But that all it is…just the last person who manages to get a pin or submission…and that bores me. I figured the next time I fought for a World title it would be an unforgettable experience…something worth telling kids and grand kids about. But a four way elimination…how exciting is…I go in…I wrestle…one by one I pin em. Congratulations CZW…you have made a Main Event so bland it’s gonna need preservatives.

TJ shakes his head in disgust.

Hix: Oh well…what can you do I guess…especially when two of the opponents are meant to be in the tag division where they belong…not on my level….fucking up the World Title scene worse than Cage did when he won the title. There truly is no hope for the CZW…so I’m just gonna take that World Title and get out of the way allowing the Uprising to burn that bitch to the ground. Burned in righteous fire shall be the only way for the CZW to be reborn into something far better. That’s the way I see it. That is my vision…heh…

Hix smirks

Hix: Isn’t that right Cain…the visions…heh heh. You know...I just don’t know how to take your character…and unfortunately the prophet gimmick is kinda overdone. I mean…are you meant to be taken seriously…laughed…a drama king…a starving actor trying to land a role in a Shakespearean play? I mean…what are you. Last time I talked about visions in my head…I got locked away in a sanitarium. Is that what you are…a crazy person? Because at least that I could connect with. Apparently I’m a schizo with a multiple personality syndrome. I spent time in the crazy house…have you? Cause then maybe we could get along.


TJ Scratches his head contemplating where to go with his comments. Then…without warning he places his foot upon a stool and looks off as a seemingly magic wind begins blowing through his hair whipping his blazer about.

Hix: I…I…I just had a vision…a vision that explains everything. I finally understand. I see the light…it’s…it’s the prophecy…it’s speaking to me…this completely random guy standing in the middle of a studio in Brooklyn…out of the 305,346,172 other prospects…it’s talkin to me…I must be…the Chosen one…and whats it saying…it’s talkin to me right now. I here it GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY I FUCKIN HEAR IT…and it’s sayin…what’s that…it’s sayin…

Hix looks back into the camera with a cold glare.

Hix: It’s sayin that you’re full of shit…Daniel Cain. Your theatrics are piss poor. I beat you once…I’ll do it again. What more can I honestly say? Those voices in your head…those visions…your prophecy…it’s all a lie. You’re not meant to be anything more in the CZW then MK’s sidekick…and a stooge of his new blood rising. I will give you this though…you were pretty lucky to make it this far…but as you saw at Overdrive…your luck has ran out. I’m not just your simple wrestler Mr. Cain…I’m far…far more…and I don’t need some made up voice or some hokey religion to write my destiny for me…I write my own. I can do all this awe inspiring bull shit that you call prophecies…but just like you…it’s all bullshit. No one controls you…but you. That’s why just like all the ones before you…you fell before the awesome power of not God…not Jesus…Buddha…Mother Mary…whatever the fuck you believe…no…you fell before the awesome power of The Fuckin Boss TJ Hix!!! Where was your prophecy then…where was your guiding light…where was your glory? Do you seriously believe you truly are one of a kind…a prophecy I think I’ve heard you say? Do you really think your special? I don’t have enough fingers to count how many guys…just like you…walked like you…talked like you…that I have faced in my long career. Forgive me if my religious beliefs offend you…but when you’ve gone through what I have…then…and only then…do you see the world for what it really is? Heretics…demons…devils…murderers…rapists…whatever it is…pick your poison. There is no light at the end of the tunnel…there is only damnation for all of us. We are living in Hell on Earth even as I speak. There is only power and the will to survive. That is what drives us…not the Bible…the Koran…The Book of Nod…whatever…and when you walk on the side of life that I do…you learn to do whatever it takes to manage to live one more night… That is the true vision Daniel…the real prophecy…we’re all gonna burn…I’m just makin sure I have a front row seat when the chaos ensues.

Allescha is seen walking up to TJ as he begins to shake…but something about her touch seems to soothe him. TJ looks up to her and nods.

Hix: Johnny Kerosene…another no talent hack who has lucked his way through this tournament. Without BB or some other idiot willing to team with you…you’re nothing. I see this in your promos all the time. When you’re by yourself…it’s like watching paint dry…but when you have someone with you…I watch as you thrive off their energy. That’s the only time I see Kerosene come alive. I honestly believe that the only way you managed to defeat Grantham…unless that was just some intricate plot weaved by the Uprising weeks in advance to set up for Grantham shockin the world. I wasn’t shocked. But then again…who doesn’t have fun beating up Cage? I’ve done it so much it’s kind of sad…but I guess for everyone else…somethin new…somethin fresh…somethin fun. But anyway…back to Johnny. With what I say…do I care if I raise the ire of the Uprising…heh…not really. I am who I am…and I’m not about to change that for anyone. I mean…what…al I supposed scared of the Uprising Enforcer Matt Covey. Sorry folks…been there done that…son of a bitch has nearly killed me in several matches. He’s set me on fire…thrown me out the back of speeding cars…ran me off the road…thrown me into a big ass industrial fan…but I’m still here. It’s not the first time I’ve ever beat a woman…ain’t that right CZW Board of Directors? BB…talented guy…but dude…Cage Stryker beat you…and if Cage can do it…I know I can. Grantham…very intelligent man…but he still has more brawns then brains…he’s never trifled with a guy quite like me. Ryan…he’s good…I won’t deny that…but Ryan is to busy with his assault on CZW to even care what I do to his boys…and girl…heh. So that takes me back to you JK…did you know that the burning point of kerosene is anywhere between 100 to 150 degrees Fahrenheit? I know…I know…where am I goin with that right…lets just say stepping in the ring with me is your flash point. The world is gonna watch as Johnny Kerosene crashes and burns…because out there…you have no partners…no friends…and honestly…between all four of us…I’d be the only one to watch your back…but I’d really just be patiently waiting to find the perfect opportunity to drive the knife in your back. But hey…at least I’m honest about it. DTA mother fucker…DTA. And the longer you run with the Uprising…you’ll learn…hell…look what BB did to Cage. Just sayin.

TJ stands up again and goes over to his trophy case full of his past tag achievements.

Hix: I’m actually curious about you Johnny. Who are you really? How long have you and BB been partners. For a bit if my memory serves me correctly. You all seem to have a pretty tight bond.

TJ opens the case and pulls out a belt that reads EWC World Tag Team Champion.

Hix: I held this belt six times with Matt…and actually…I had about eighteen tag title reigns with the Bad Ass. And you know how we lost these titles every time? Because one or the other allowed their egos to the better of them. Heh…actually that tag belt up there…

Hix points at a tarnished belt that has illegible writing on it…

Hix: We were the UWF tag champs when Matt through me into that fan I mentioned…I nearly died from that…so again…I say this. You rely to heavily on partners and back up…and one day…you’re gonna find your ass thrown in a fan like that…left for dead. And that’s why I’m not gonna have any issues destroying you in that ring. You’ll keep lookin over shoulder…hoping…and praying that BB is there…or the Uprising is ringside…because when I step into that ring…and shed my million dollar suits…I become something different…something…borderline frightening. When I’m in that ring…I know I have work to do…and that work…is to leave a trail of broken bodies in my wake…broken careers…broken hearts. And you’ll be looking…hoping…praying that someone is there to help you…but there will be none. You will find yourself alone…scared…and within a matter of moments it will be all over for you. Nothing can save you from the wrath of the Fuckin Boss. The pits of hell will open…and you will be dropped into them…I’ve heard the term Devil’s Playground before…heh…guess what…welcome to my playground.

An evil grin crosses TJ’s face as he continues.

Hix: Wow…that leaves only one…heh. I still remember you as the snot nosed little nerd that we had to fight Swifty’s gang off of all those years ago. You remember that? I know you do Cage…because just like me…your past drives you. The difference being…your past controls you. Mine just fuels me…I haven’t let it go…but I have learned to control it. Sad part is…a bloody nose and a busted lip is what controls you. You have never felt the grief of death of a loved one…hows that child of yours anyway…she’s 3 now ain’t she? Leeann isn’t it…heh…must be nice…Linden can’t be with us unfortunately. Heh…yet you consider yourself the savior of the CZW. Explain that to me…you’re more of an Anti-Christ then Ryan is. You try to use this devout façade to explain your actions in the CZW? Are you serious? You can’t even control who you are Cage. Are you the hero…or are you the villain. You’ve done many questionable things here in your tenure with the CZW. You’ve cut yourself…you’ve given up…you’ve turned your back on the fans that you claim to love. Oh yes Cage…your CZW career is well documented…and you make me sick. At least I admit to hating everyone…you…you just claim to care. You don’t give a fuck about your beloved fans…why do lie to them. You want that world title so bad…because in your own mind you seem to think that the title would return you to your former glory…back when the fans did love you. I’ve said this before…the time of High definition Cage Stryker…is OVER!!! You go ahead and try to complete your Crucible of Light…but the darkness will always consume you Cage. And that’s what you’ve never understood Cage…that’s I’ve always tried to teach you. The student still has not bypassed the master…you may think you have…but let’s flash back a few weeks ago when you came out and tried to attack me because of what I did to your bitch and you. That wasn’t very heroic my friend. Don’t they say the lust for vengeance is a path to the dark side. And that’s what rules you Cage…but you just don’t get it. You try to hide it beneath this boy scout persona. Eat ya vitamins…say ya prayers…all that fun shit. Am I right Cage? Of course I am. I know you can’t look at yourself in the mirror anymore. You’re so disappointed in your hypocrisy. Sure…you’re a well decorated former NYPD and LAPD…but what were you before that? You were a thug…a thief…a murderer…heh…you were my best fucking student. Only Matt was ever able to pull off the shit you did before you came along. Heh…you have so much hatred inside of you…it’s funny to me.

TJ can’t hold it in any longer as he bursts into laughter.

Hix: And you’re suppose to be the savior of the CZW…it’s last hope…ain’t that right? Heh…you are the ultimate bad guy…and your just to naïve to notice it. Everyone else does Cage…everyone else!! Why do you think EP had to come back…they know they’re fucked if you’re their last hope. You became a fuckin monster Cage when you won the World Title a few years ago…it became the goal of every CZW superstar to dethrone you…and it wasn’t because they wanted the title Cage…it was because you let it go straight to your fuckin head. You hit your own wife as the champion…because she was tryin to calm you down. AND SHE WAS PREGNANT MAN!! PREGNANT!! But you’re the hero…you’ve came to save the day. Cage…CZW doesn’t need a hero…they need a miracle…CZW is going to burn no matter what…the corruption has spread too deep my old friend…and if it wasn’t for guys like me and Ryan…the cancer would consume us all. You don’t know what you’re defending anymore Cage. You have turned a blind eye to what the CZW has honestly become…it is a cesspool of decay and destruction. You’re not saving it Cage…you’re only delaying the inevitable…you are making it suffer Cage…worse than torture. It’s time for you to die…the heroes are dead Cage…it’s over…the time of the ‘Villains’ is upon us…my message is reaching more and more people everyday. We’re tired of this shit Cage…we’re tired of the unsung hero act…especially when you don’t realize you’re no more of a hero…than I am. I promise you that. I’m trying to allow it to die peacefully…you’re trying to keep it alive because you’re too afraid to pull the plug. Why do you fight Cage? Why do you just keep causing more pain and suffering than it’s worth? The thing with heroes…especially heroes like you…tragedy always strikes. I was the hero once…and it cost me the lives of Kalkayla and Linden. This is a war you will not win Cage. Why are you too stupid to see this!? Matt and I saw this…but yet you don’t. So be it though…let your life go to waste for things that you do not understand…for people who don’t honestly care anymore. You’re done Cage…and I will see to it at Kingdom Come… The heroes will become nothing more than figments of the imagination…

The camera fades to the sound of TJ’s maniacal laughter

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I Am The Alpha and The Omega
The First and The Last
The Beginning and The End
Follow Me
And I Shall Lead You To Your Salvation




Edited by Boss Hix, Aug 4 2012, 02:38 AM.
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