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| CURRENT RECORD: 5/1/1 |
DATE OF RP: 04/04/03 |
ACCOMPLISHMENT: -Ex-TV Champion- |
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~~And this is where we find ourselves...standing at the edge of immortality looking in...a hazy glass obscures our vision. We all want to be inside, but those who are truly inside...those who have built legends around themselves and worked themselves across the barrier...they will tell you differently. They will tell you that it isn't really worth it, making a name for yourself and living on long after you died as being "The Great...whatever." They'll tell you that it's just something that gets compounded and over-endorced, commercialized and worked to the point of pointlessness.~~ ~~10. Blip. 9. Blip. 8. Blip. 7. Blip. 6. Blip. Flag. Blip. 4. Blip. 3. Blip. 2. Blip. Indian Head, static.~~ ~~And then there are those that simply don't care. Live life, have a donut, eat your salad and shut the hell up.~~
~~From static we get a shot...black and white...of a bridge spanning
across a river. In the background there are other bridges.
The bridges are almost completely void of any activity...the
occasional stray car crosses, blaring headlights into the dark of
night. The wind whips itself around the yellow-painted bridge,
howling high above the Allegheny. A boat's horn can be heard
somewhere off in the distance as we get a solid shot of a single man
walking across the bridge, black leather trench buttoned securely
around his well-sculpted body. His hair is pulled back in a sort
of ponytail, and the city lights glint off of his mirror sunglasses
(yeah, I know...sunglasses at night? He's just that cool, trust
me). Mike MacDougan pauses, leans over the side, hawks a loogie,
and then turns back to the camera.~~
MAGIC: It appears I got my match. I finally got my damn match, and I'll be damned if that siursach Dukes'll stick his nose in my business again. Wait in line, Dukes, wait in line...there is gonna be a new TV Champion...a piece of programming that the ASW hasn't seen in a couple of months. You thought you were clever there, Douglas, with the whole magician thing...yeah, really f***ing funny. After Sunday, you're gonna know the true meaning of 'magic'...and I guarantee that if you try anything 'funny' like that again, I'll take that magic wand and shove it straight up your ass. Yeah, that's right, your ass. I have no shame, and I have no good-will towards you. ~~Mike turns back to the bridge and looks out, speaking over his shoulder at the camera, muttering.~~ MAGIC: Tha thu cho duaichnidh ri èarr àirde de a' coisich deas damh. ~~Mike laughs and then turns back to the camera, shaking his head.~~ MAGIC: ...north end of a south-traveling ox. Tell ya what, Douglas...we've been playing this game of tag...you know, I hit you, you hit me, I hit you again, you cry...these past couple of weeks, and I've gotten to enjoy it. You're a real piece of work...you come in out of nowhere, take my title, prance around the ring like a bruchag in a pullover sweater and dockers, whoring yourself to Abercrap & Bitch, all the while to the brainchild music of marketing genius. It must be tough having a fan base that includes, but is not exclusively limited to, 12-year old girls and confused 40-something mothers with belly button rings and stomach rolls you could hide a Buick under. I'm sick of this, and I'm sick of you. Sunday, we finish it...and I finish your hopes of EVER being TV Champion ever again. ~~Mike begins to walk again with the camera watching him closely from the front.~~ MAGIC: But you did it...you took it from me...you took my title and claimed it as your own. I would say congradulations on that feat...you won for yourself my only loss in the ASW. Sad, really, but it's something that I've come to accept...simply because it will NOT happen again. But what aboud Dukes...he's still a savage beast roaming around out there somewhere, looking to make me pay for embarrassing his sorry ass on international television. Am I worried about him...about him ruining my shot again...do I even care that I might have hurt his feelings? Nope, not one bit...I beat him once, and that should have been enough. Hell, I'd be surprised if he even shows his face around here again...after that last time we met, he went home whimpering like the dog he is...with his tail between his legs and a thorn in his paw. That, for you, Douglas, should give you a little confidence...that means that the big bad Dukes probably won't be nipping at your heels. Instead, you can focus in on trying to take my title away from me again...and coming to the reality that it ain't never gonna happen. ~~Mike pauses as a police car shoots by with sirens blaring.~~ MAGIC: Being second-best isn't all that bad, Douglas...hell, after a bit you may even be the TV Champion again...after I've moved on, of course. Like hell I'm going to tarnish my record anymore with another loss to your sorry ass. ~~We fade to static as Mike continues to walk across the bridge.~~  ~~We fade back into a shot of the Haven Club office...dark, fairly dark with just a little light escaping from the tinted windows into the office itself. The place is empty...down below, on the dancefloor, there are quite a few people moving around...dancing...or making an attempt at trying to dance. The music we hear is something more along the lines of trance...a lot of nonsense sounds in rhythm with themselves and hard beats here and there. The music blares on outside the window, muffled, until the door to the office opens and we get a blast of red light from the spiral staircase that leads up. Mike steps into the office, dressed as he was before only now the jacket is slightly wet, and following him is Krev MacDougan, his father.~~ MAGIC: ...so I decided to play his game right along with him. He wanted to attack me, so I attacked him. Yeah, I know it probably won't solve anything...but it's the principle of the whole thing. I'm not going to idly stand by as people bash me. Sure, I'll beat them fair and square in the ring...but if they want to attack me outside the ring, I say let them...they're only digging their graves. I can guarantee that anything they pull against me can be slopped right back in their faces. Douglas deserved it. ~~Krev chuckles, shaking his head, as he makes his way around the office and seats himself at the desk, leaning back in the large chair. Mike sits down on one of the couches and reaches to the minifridge for a bottle of water.~~ KMD: That's good...don't ever let them see you flinch. When you give them an opening, they'll take it...if they think that...or know that...you are too 'honorable' to attack someone from behind, they'll take full advantage of that...they'll keep on attacking you without a care in the world. Don't be anyone's chump, and don't be anyone's bitch. I think that was my biggest mistake...too many times I just dismissed an attack and bested them in the ring without the extra support. There is no right or wrong way to it...just do what you gotta do. ~~Mike shrugs and takes a sip of water.~~ MAGIC: I'm doing all I can do...I suppose I could try and run through another series of gauntlets on my way to another title while I take back control of this one- KMD: Screw it...just take back you're title. It's about damn time you get your shot back at it...you spent too much damn time playing around with Sonny and Dukes. If you try to take on more than one title at a time, you'll get burned out...the last thing we need to happen is have your sorry ass get beaten by one of those...what the hell do you call them? ~~Mike kicks his heels up on the coffee table, and KMD furrows his brows and shakes his head at Mike. Mike slowly retracts his feet from the coffee table.~~ MAGIC: Preppy-assed yuppie chumps. ~~Krev laughs.~~ KMD: Yeah, I guess that works. ~~Mike pauses, picks up the bottle of water, and then takes a sip. He puts down the bottle and bites on his thumb.~~ MAGIC: I don't know though...it just seems that the rest of the fed is moving so fast. Simply Magic should be headlining the ASW by now...not playing the part of some half-assed on-match-basis hero. Yeah, people know my name, people flock to my name, people chant my name...but it isn't the same...I mean, I want to be so much more. The ASW isn't giving me the credit I deserve...I should be somewhere higher...I should be going beyond the tiny realms of "TV Championship"...who really gives a rat's ass about the TV Championship? ~~Krev leans forward, craning his head toward Mike. He frowns.~~ KMD: Apparently you do...otherwise you wouldn't even be trying to get it back. Mike, just trust me on this one...don't bite off more than you can chew. I'm sure you feel like a million bucks and are ready to take on the world just because it's there, but that doesn't mean throwing yourself in front of anything that comes along. This is how I would handle it...get back your title, defend your title for a couple of months...if you still feel like you're on the lower end of the food chain, challenge up, but be ready to leave behind your TV Title. Just build yourself up, son...you may be sitting there thinking that you could take out the Bloods completely alone...hell, I wouldn't doubt you'd put a fairly large dent in their well-being...but the truth is that right now you can't. Don't over-extend yourself...keep to yourself and plan it out strategically. Wait for another opening to present itself, and jump on it...but give it at least another month or two before you make any drastic change of plans. ~~Mike shrugs.~~ MAGIC: But you've seen me in the ring...I'm magical, pops. I had one loss the entire time I've been there...hell, I've schooled Sonny- ~~Krev interrupts him.~~ KMD: Just slow down. I'm not saying you can't be at the top, I'm just saying that you're still relatively new to the sport under the lights...people aren't as used to seeing you yet. I can guarantee that the fed-heads will like you much, much better if you just try to play with them...when you show your own determination and skill, then offers will drop into your lap like nothing. Hell, you'll get so many different offers you'll have to turn down half of them because you just won't have time for it. But trust me, don't over-extend yourself...and, if you know what's right for yourself, don't go throwing around Sonny's name like you owned him...you pulled a win. When you go throwing around peoples names like that, thats when they get pissed off...and, from your position, you don't really want to piss off the CoB. Choose your words carefully. ~~Mike leans back into the sofa.~~ MAGIC: Yeah, I suppose you're right. All I know is this...I have come back for my title, and there won't be a damn thing anyone can do about it...because it's coming back home, and "Simply Magic" Mike Mac-D will be a 2X ASW TV Champion by the end of the night on Sunday. After that...let Douglas try and take it back. Let Dukes try and take it from me...hell, even if Sonny is still interested, I'll give him a shot. Point is it's coming home, and it's gonna stay around my waist until I'm too big for it...then it can be handed down to the next best thing after Simply Magic. KMD: Spoken like a champ. MAGIC: Thanks. ~~And we fade back to static.~~ |
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