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TJ's roleplay while he was...; pre-occupied with whores
Topic Started: Oct 13 2012, 04:10 AM (141 Views)
Boss Hix
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Whoever appeals to the law against his fellow man
Is either a fool or a coward, whoever cannot take care of
Himself without that law is both, for a wounded man shall
Say to his assailant, "If I live I will kill you, if I die you are forgiven"
Such is the rule of honor


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Location: Winter's Wonderland
Las Vegas, Nevada
Date:October 11, 2012
Time: 15:51pm

The scene fades in on a fire red Pugani Huayra with green neon runner lights pulling up to an interesting establishment dubbed Winter's Wonderland. Club music blasts from within as the doors to the car open upward as a well dressed...and highly recognizable figure steps out. The car hop quickly runs up to the man.

"Park your car sir?"

"Keep it kid. I have plenty more where that came from."

"But...but sir..."

"Shut up and get out of my way."

The man pushes past the stunned car hop as he enters the building and it is immediately known what kind of business it is as scantily clad women are seen walking all around. Suddenly they all stop dead in their tracks and avert their fearful eyes to the man who just walked through the door...The FN King TJ Hix. TJ looks around...smirks slightly.

"Sheep...they're all sheep. Fear…they say fear is a man’s best weapon. They say fear can cripple a man’s spirit…break his will…break his mind. They say fear can become the ultimate tool, when utilized properly… Governments use fear to control their populations…you see it all over the world; this war on terrorism is an appeal to the sense of fear that September 11 put in the minds of Americans. We use hot button issues to distract ourselves from the real problems, the real fears of our times, and that’s why so many people cannot handle the world anymore. They’re so used to their problems, their fears, and their phobias being acquiesced to that they have no experience dealing with real life.

So if fear can be a weapon…why is it that we’re so hesitant to look for it in others? Why is it we’re so cautious about it? Why is it that we refuse to exploit others’ issues for the betterment of ourselves? Is it some kind of political correctness? Is it a sense of being polite or honorable or following some form of unwritten code that governs our actions? Or is it simple ignorance…is it the belief that a man can’t just go out and assume to know what scares someone else. You can’t simply assume you know what goes on in other men’s minds with no evidence, no knowledge, so you choose not to look at all…you choose to remain ignorant, choose not to put your faith behind it, as speculation will only get you so far…and in a business built around pure, absolute success…you can’t afford to speculate.

But what can you do when the evidence isn’t there? What choice is there but to speculate…when you face an opponent that appears to have no sense of fear? What option do you have? To most people…to most people, you stop worrying about their fears…most people would stop questioning the mental aspect, trust in their physical abilities, and go about their way…this, of course, is fallible on so many levels; a man can be caught…he can be beaten; he can be broken; he can be cheated; he can be distracted. A million different things can happen if a man’s mind isn’t on his game…

But only one…only one outcome can happen…when a man knows everything there is to know about his opponent. Only one outcome can occur when the scales have been tipped."


TJ continues walking until he comes upon a man dressed in a solid white suit...his hair dyed an icey blue color.

"Good evening Mr. Hix."

"Hello Frost. I see you seem to be keepin the place goin. Anyway, I'm goin to my office. Make sure when she gets here...you take her straight there."

"Yes sir. Dare I ask...but what has brought you here...I haven't seen you here since the weekend after you...um...acquired it?"

"If you must know Frost...I have some business propositions that have came my way...and they wished to meet here in Vegas. Now please...don't you have work to do. You know who to let in my office and who not to...so do us all a favor...and don't make me fire your ass...considering at one point...this was yours. Then I whipped your unholy ass for the rights and ownership. Now move!"

TJ nearly shoves Frost out of the way as he makes his way to the penthouse suite.

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Once the scene reopens TJ rests at his desk flipping through paperwork.

"They say that all good things must reach their end, whether or not it is the desire of those whom are fortunate enough to revel in the experience. Yes, such is the harsh reality of this mortal coil. Nothing can last forever, whether it be the physical and spiritual existence of a human being, whether it be a glorious summer day, or whether it be the career of a lifetime.
Dusk approaches, as the sun sets over arguably, no, undoubtedly, the greatest career in the history of professional wrestling. After many years of struggle, poverty, fasting, being on the road every single week, often being over-looked for the flavor of the month. There will come a time when these boots are hung up, forever.

Today is not that day. Sunday will not be that day. However...Horrorcore...there is no return. It will be the final fontier for one El Pablo. They say in this business, retirement is never permanent, it is merely a vacation. Well, whoever said that, knew what they were talkin bout.

The FN Boss has retired multiple times…but each time I’ve always came back. I’ve always made an impact. I’ve always been the main event. And I’ve always made controversy. And then enters El Pablo.

You know, they say that patience is a virtue, and in my experiences, that certainly seems to be the case. Why, you may ask me? Well, the answer, is in fact, extremely simple. You see for the last couple of years, I have struggled, I have fought, I have bled, and for what? A reign as the CZW World Heavyweight Champion? To become YOUR KING? To be a certifiable Hall of Famer?
Yes, my friends, that is what I have fought for. I have stood at the very top of the mountain that is the CZW.

And despite all these honors that I have attained, despite steamrolling through every single man and woman who has been foolish enough to stand in The Boss’s way, and try to pry away what is rightfully mine, El Pablo, just doesn’t seem to get it. He doesn’t seem to understand the concept of having one opportunity. Leave the humor...leave the bullshit...all of it will mean nothing at Horrorcore. I'm not here to fuel your lust for comedy. I'm here to continue being who I always have been. The Fuckin Boss...now...The Fuckin King...and no matter what you may do...or comeback with...you will never take that away from me Pablo. I am the King of CZW...King of Kings...KING OF THE WORLD!!

This may be the last time, you see your hero.

Mors ultima linea rerum est.

Tim Timmons. Eiji Naginata. Johnny Kerosene. Cage Stryker. Daniel Ward. Buck Evans. Krimzon Blaze. Brian Kirkland. Ruth Ann. Sirena Starr. Ten human beings. Ten victims. Men, and a woman, whom all have fallen at my feet. All of whom who have been forced to bow to true greatness, and to realize, that I am what I’ve always proclaimed.

I’m The King.

Time after time, these same hapless fools have attempted to step up to me. And I’ve crushed them, and shattered their dreams, all a part of my sick little games. Worthless opposition to flick away at a moment’s notice, bored as one could possibly be, mailing it in every week, because when confronted by such dismal opposition, The Boss needs to put in little effort.

The pawns.

The lowest of the low, mere foot soldiers marching towards an inevitable demise, short swords drawn, shields pressed tightly against their thin, malnourished frames, commanding little respect, devoid of belief, of hope. They seek that which is impossible, to recreate the miracle that was Thermopylae, and overcome the most grave of odds. Such is Allescha McVay, The Brothers of Misery, Peter Pimper, William Masters, and all who follow me like sheep.

March on, weary Spartans.

Be brave. Go all out, for that, is your purpose in life. To be fodder. To die. To be the first wave sent out onto the battlefield, to be slaughtered at the will of your superiors, and all in the vain hope that you, may survive, and one day, that you may ascend, and to reign over a kingdom of your own, with a tyrannical, iron fist.

Fifteenth.

This is your opportunity, to seize your dreams, to take that step up, to earn a badge of honor. To have the dreams of the slaughtered resting upon your weary shoulders, your tattered hands bearing the longest sword, your back adorned with the finest bow. Weaponry. The hope, that you, David, may slay Goliath.

Carpe diem.

A shot at the Fuckin King, the prize which lies at the end of the road for one of you lucky souls. El Pablo, it’s what you want right? Heed my words, and seize the day. For this may be your one and only shot at glory, before death at the hands of Caesar.

My Kingdom.

My kingdom is a ravaged, war-torn, desolate, inhospitable landscape, in which success, is to merely remain alive. My subjects are poverty-stricken, hungry souls, whom despise their benevolent dictator, and those whom he considers worthy of his time, his heirs to throne, his Royal Warriors, the Elite Guard of the Dynasty.

The Knights.

A charismatic figure, the embodiment of all that is enigma. An intimidating sight it is to see them waging war from the back of their trusty steeds, cutting down the infidels with a careless ease, their minds no doubt focusing on the problems of the world. A Knight is intelligent, a deep thinker, and a man of few words. When he speaks, the world listens, and is sheerly amazed by his philosophies.

Who wishes to be called upon...and be knighted?

His docile, trance-like manner is transfixing to say the very least, captivating in the extremes, and chivalrous to a fault, yes, my friends,only two can be everything one could ask for in a Knight. Loyal, brave, strong, intelligent, a true mastermind, the likes of which shalt likely never be appreciated until his time has passed.

The Bishops.

Crafty and wise, men of the people, who excels in their power to stupefy laymen with their words, to burrow deeply within their souls, and to peer into their hears. Their brutality and sadism stems from their powerful intellect, their sharp tongues, and their cold, evil eyes. They are the Bishops.

The Voice Of Truth.

Jigga C. A prodigy taken under the wing of The Boss, and who was taught the art of cerebral warfare, from the master himself. A devious mind, power in his fists, and the grace which would be expected of a man in his position,Jigga, my friends, is a future heir to the throne, and to believe otherwise, is to perch atop the peak of ignorance.

The Rook.

The mysterious assassin, whom can appear without warning, and slit your throat in the brink of an eye, cackling a blood-curding laugh, standing over his unfortunate, fallen victim, his knife in hand, looking upon his handiwork, pleased with the kill, before retiring to the shadows once more, to scout his next prey, before striking once more, in the blink of an eye, savoring every drop of blood spilled upon his wicked tongue.

He is who I call the Bad Ass.

The tormented soul of The Rook, much like the crow with whom he shares a name, seeks little else but pain to be set upon his enemies, reveling in the thrill of the chase, and gaining pleasure in the death of others, the ruthless, sadistic young warrior, the immediate heir to the throne. May he live long.

The Queen.

They say that there is no piece more powerful than The Queen, and perhaps, it rings true. A true mastermind, though small in stature, and lacking the imposing physical strength of her peers, it is within her mind in which the skirmishes and battles are planned out, in exquisite detail, a despicable, dark soul on display for the entire world to see - and it’s a darkness that they love. Heh...that I love."


The camera pans around as Kandi Washington is seen walking into the room with a huge smile on her face. Hix smirks as his beloved new queen steps to his side.

"Kandi Washington, your Queen. The First Lady of Wrestling.

Alluring, manipulative, blood-thirsty, the qualities which define the Queen of the world. Sheerly, brilliant, her terrifying reign shall be forever remembered as a black cloud over the life of her subordinates, resting her feet against their backs, being fed grapes by her humble servants.

And then...that leaves only the King.

As the King falls, the Nation falls. As the King rises in might, he pulls his loyal subjects, along for the ride. He is of the utmost importance for the survival of his race, the glue which holds together a fragile society fit to collapse into an anarchic, Neanderthal-like, chaos, a veritable feast of rape, pillaging, death, destruction.

The world needs a King.

To maintain order, to be adored by the masses, and worshipped as a God. But, one does not simply become a God amongst men by claiming it, no, one ascends to this height by having all the qualities befitting of a Deity. Confidence, charisma, a shrewd, genius mind, strength, skill.

Everything I am.

They call me TJ Hix, The Fuckin Boss - The Whole Fucking Show. And why is that? Could it be mere hyperbole? Could it be a mythical legend the likes of which shall be passed down through generations, to the point that little truth is left within my legacy? Or, could it be, that the facts, simply don’t lie?

Admit it.

Go on.

You’ll never forget me.

The Boss shall live forever, for it is The Boss who has set every record possible. Eons from now, when the people look back in time, the very first name on the list of CZW Greats. The man who will end a reign of his wicked childe known as El Pablo. The man who will use his own creation as a tool of his complete destruction.

Veni, vidi, vici.

I came, I saw, I conquered.

And as it all draws to it’s magnificent closure, I cannot help but smile. For, win, lose, draw, my legacy shall remain the same. I shall forever be known as The Whole Fucking Show. And I did it my way. I didn’t need help. I chose it. I took the future and I molded it into greatness. That greatness shall explode in a little less than a week, come Horrorcore.

The Court.

CZW, look at your new idols. Embrace their reign, and realize, that they are the men and women for whom I have made myself a martyr, your guiding lights. The greatest team in history. Men and Women who not too long from now will join The Boss in the pantheon of legends, who, much like The Boss, shall forever be;

Immortal.

But these men and women, are not mere pawns designed to carry on the legacy of The Boss, no, my friends, my legacy draws more power, but the legacy of The Court shall forever live. You may bow at the feet of TJ Hix and The Court.

For they, are your new Gods.

As for The Boss?

Oderunt dum Metuant

Let them hate so long as they fear.

Exegi monumentum aere perennius.

I have erected a monument more lasting than bronze.

I’m the greatest of all time."


"Psh, it's about time this god forbidden company has a royal couple."

Kandi smirks wickedly.

"What is it going to take so these inbred ingrates and whores understand they were never intended to be the cream of the fucking crop?"

Hix grins.

"Sunday you defend your championship against that immigrant Pablo and I will keep that masked idiot in line at ringside!"

Hix leans back in his chair and lights a cigar.

"This...this is the new reality...the Kings Court is becoming whole. And I have no worries about Kristal...you're hatred for her...and every other woman on the roster...nearly surpasses the hatred the CZW Universe has for me

And you my dear...you are a godsent...never did I ever fathom that there was someone with the same thoughts...and the same feelings...and the same fuckin ego as I hold."


"I love being hated. In fact being the most hated bitch in this company only makes me the best in the women's division! And besides people only hate what they want to be AND everybody wants to be us!"

"And many have tried to be us. But no one will ever come close to matching this hellacious union. Love us...or hate us...none of it matters."

"My division is a pitiful display of a womens division. They think talent gets them places, but it really doesn't."

Hix turns back to the camera as Kandi begins lovingly rubbing his shoulders.

"You hear this...you see this Pablo...that...that is what I'm trying to get through everyones heads...that is the message I'm trying to deliver. You're all flash...but when it comes right down to it...you're just another masked buffoon. Another lamb...to the slaughter.

This Sunday? It may finally ring true to you. And you will then...understand the hell I have lived in. I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth. I had to go through a life full of tragedy before I could honestly ever claim to be rich."


"Pablo, you might think hard work gets you championships, but it doesn't. You were never destined to be champion and I will promise my man's reign does not end Sunday, especially against the likes you, queer boy!"

Hix smirks as he takes a loving glance up at Kandi before returning to the camera.

"She's right Pablo. There may come a time this title leaves my cold dead hands...but it's not Sunday...nor is it to you."

"Oh and believe me when I say this Pablo, when I force you to your knees after the sweet dreams, sweet dreams will be the last thing you will be having!"

"Heh...sweet dreams indeed...as you find yourself plummeting into the Downward Spiral of life...of failure..."

"Failure is something Pablo and his whore know very well."

"A victory over Cage Stryker,High Definition? Hmm, ye, I see where you’re coming from, after all, one overrated, untested piece of trash defeating another, certainly warrants a World Title shot. Hah! No, no, I believe things may be much, much simpler than that. Derek Damage dislikes the Fuckin Boss, it ain’t no secret. DD wants to see me defeated, weakened, he wants to see El Pablo take away the CZW Championship. So, he’s thought of a reason to put El Pablo in the main event. To keep him...in the game so to speak. He's gotta keep his 'heroes' happy right?"

"DD is just getting his dick sucked by Pablo, which how Pablo landed this natch. Ugh. Kandi: but at least you can say a real fucking woman sucks your dick and not some wig wearing f*g!"

"I don't think its whigs...I thinks its a boa."

"The sooner you finish with shredding Pablo to pieces, the soon I can relax you with a long hot blow job baby."

Kandi walks to the front of hix and slowly kneels down in front of him. She leans her face down and kisses the top of his crotch.

"F**k me on top of your title baby! I am so wet for you."

She smirks and looks up to him while kicking her lips. Hix smiles.

"When you take out your trash on Sunday, he won't be going to the nearby landfill alone. He will have Michelle to keep him company!"

"Heh...in due time my dear...let me wrap this up with Pablo."

Kandi sensually pouts.

"So you see my friend...the sheer ecstasy you feel with Kristal...I have found someone far better...and far more suited to stand by my side.

And here you are...the current darling of CZW Upper Management himself, El Pablo. But, I find myself, oddly, exasperated by this whole situation, for you see, I do not cherish the thought of never having another opponent again so long as I live, other than El Pablo, alas, that apparently, seems to be what CZW Management want.

The Best of Eternity Series.

And you know, more questions, I question the decision of DD, Derek Damage he likes to be known by the brainless vegetables that work underneath him, I question the decision to once again, after already failing to accomplish what DD asked him to do, I question why El Pablo should be given this opportunity, to Main Event Horrorcore, alongside The FN King.

Why?

A simpler question, it could not be. Why has El Pablo been given this opportunity at attaining glory? Glory, which he never deserved in the first place, because you see, El Pablo, has not proved himself to be worthy of a shot at the CZW World Heavyweight Championship. Not since it has reopened it's doors. I don't care if he was a former Triple Crown winner. It's a new game...the rules have changed. He has walked into pure and unadulterated anarchy. CZW is burning...and the blaze is bright. It's no longer who's the fan favorite...who's the most hated...it's all about survival. You have to do whatever it takes to make it out alive. But you Pablo...you hang on too tightly to your crazy antics coat tails. Fuck the squirrels...fuck the muppets...fuck the fans...and fuck the gangnam style!! None of that will be able to save you at Horrorcore. I will show you the true horror I can be when I am in my element...when I am focused...when I am in control.

Timmons owes you his life right now. If you hadn't interfered...Tim would not have walked out of the arena at Overdrive. I told him from the beginning...it wasn't going to be a wrestling match between us...it was gonna be a slaughter. He did exactly what I'm warning you against. He underestimated me...thinking he had me in a time of weakness. He underestimated me when I was in the zone. Something that could have easily proven a fatal mistake if the other hero of CZW hadn't got involved.

I applaud you however. I applaud the fact that you were the first man wise enough to try to turn the game against me. You tried to use my own tactics against me. Mind games. You tried to get into my head with that showing. But...you forget...I've been in this game far too long. I am a master of the game...a cerebral assassin. I poke and prod at every little thing I can...slowly destroying you...little by little.

Obsession.

Pablo, you seem to be obsessed, obsessed with taking my CZW World Heavyweight Championship. Well, Pabs, join the club. Every man on the CZW roster wants nothing greater than to be known as he who finally knocked down The Fuckin Boss, as he who finally proved to be the irresistible force to the immoveable object. Sadly, Pablo, you have proven to be anything but.

It’s human nature.

They say we as humans want nothing more than to have that which we cannot have. That we want nothing but to be the very pinnacle of our chosen areas of expertise, that we crave the achievement of the impossible. There was a time when I was no different my friend. There was a time when I was just that snot nosed kid running around in Brooklyn...flashing his mommy and daddy's cash. I tried to live above what I was capable. I dreamed that American Dream...only to get taken out time and time again. A dead father...a murdered mother...a murdered wife...a murdered unborn child. I was virtually decimated by life El Pablo. I have no fear...I no longer care...for I have seen the dark sides of life...I have seen life for what it really is. A barren...war-torn wasteland where the evil of humanity never ceases to amaze. That became my drive. Matt Covey understands this. Jigga C and Kandi will soon learn this...though they already have an idea...and then you...you live everyday taking life for granted. Rather it's some weird ass dance...or guest appearances on kid shows...or throwbacks to classic TV shows...you never think about what tomorrow will bring.

Tell me El Pablo...how would you feel if you woke up and found your beloved dead by your side tomorrow. How would you feel? Would you be kickin it with Elmo...would you be doin Gangnam style in celebration of her young life being snatched right from under her? Would you be listenin to Mr. T tellin you how much he pitties the fool? You don't...and heaven forbid you ever have to...but at the same time...this carefree life you live...will ultimately prove to be your undoing...

Innovation. That sense of something new, something fresh, that you have never yet experienced, something which is never brought to the table quite like the way in which it s brought to the table by The FN Boss. It is that which sets me apart, that X-Factor I have spoken of in the past, that is what allows TJ Hix to innovate every single time he is in the ring.

El Pablo, you claim that somehow, something deep within me allows me to defeat every single opponent that is put in front of me, and El Pablo, the simple fact of the mater is, that I, am an innovator. The Sensation of Innovation, that is me. The man who has taken what the world thought to be professional wrestling, and I’ve turned it on it’s head, and reinvented this sport.
What have you done,Pablo?

How have you changed this business? What lasting mark have you made on this industry? What is it that Pablo will be remembered for? Revolutionizing the business? I don’t think so. Being the man who paved the way for the future stars of the sport? Sorry kiddo, that’s The King’s job. Face it Pabs, you’ve done nothing for this business, nothing but soak in money for your own gain.

You’ve given the world nothing.

You are a parasite, Pablo. Nothing more than a blood-sucking leech on the teat of the CZW, suckling your pay checks from it’s bosom, content to revel in your own sense of mediocrity. You are content to sit there, and twiddle your thumbs, because you know, that for whatever baffling reason, you have the support of DD and his posse of mindless baboons. Well, that support is about to come to a screeching halt.

Say bye bye, Pabs.

Your glory days are about to end. Everything you have, will soon fall to shards. You are about to feel pain the likes of which you have never felt before. The mental anguish, of not only losing once, not only losing twice, but losing thrice to The ME, the sheer, mental anxiety that awaits you on Sunday, will eclipse all the physical pain that you will soon be put through.
Courtesy of the CZW Champion.

Yes,Pabs, that’s right, I said CZW. Because you see, it simply wouldn’t do the have a revolution, without a change of face, without the casting aside of all the horrific experiences of the past, in order to rebuild in the name of all that s righteous, and there is nothing more righteous than the mission that we, The Court has taken upon ourselves.
We hold all the cards.

The Final Solution.

The Holocaust of the old ways, the old traditions of the professional wrestling business, the usurping of the throne so to speak, our final call to power. Our ascendancy to control of the EWC, the CZW as we shall call it, the destruction of the robotic beings that plague the CZW’s roster, the likes of you Pablo. My sincerest apologies, to you, but, your future in the MY wrestling federation...

Is all but over.

You are not welcome in my plans for the future Pablo. I offered you the chance at salvation, the chance to join me, to be fixed, to have it all. And what did you do Pabs? You spat in my face, you took my generous offer, you threw it in the dirt, and you rubbed it in the dirt. And Pablo, when you did that, you sealed your fate, you made The Kimg’s mind up for him.

You are to be exterminated.

You are nothing but a pesky bug to The Boss, and to Court, and for that, you shall be done away with. So, Pabs, The Boss wants you to do him a favor, he wants you to sit back, take a deep, deep breath, he wants you to exhale, and he wants you think yourself, about all that could have been, about everything you could have had, if you had accepted his generous offer.
Because that offer, is revoked.

You could have been great El Pablo. You could have someday, have even been the CZW World Heavyweight Champion, when The Boss was ready to stand back and to allow you to have you time in the sun, when he felt that you were ready. But now, sadly, you have become just another promising young star, who’s been too stupid to see what could have been, who has been to thick-headed to realize the sheer enormity of that which he was offered.

You made the worst mistake of your life.

And that mistake shall haunt you for as long as you live, and you shall never recover from it. All your obsession, your so-called “dedication” to this business, will all be for nothing. A glorious day is approaching Pabs, and you shall be but the final sacrifice. The CZW shall be reborn, come Horrorcore. And as we stand tall, over the fallen heroes of Derek Damage, the CZW shall become ours.

Forever.


Edited by Boss Hix, Oct 13 2012, 09:08 PM.
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