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| CURRENT RECORD: 5/1/1 |
DATE OF RP: 04/05/03 |
ACCOMPLISHMENT: -Ex-TV Champion- |
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~~Overconfidence is a curse...sure, it could send you along quite well, let you do things you'd never normally do...but it contains within it the same ability to lose bigtime, the same ability to just not have things stack up just right.~~ ~~10. Blip. 9. Blip. 8. Blip. 7. Blip. 6. Blip. Flag. Blip. 4. Blip. 3. Blip. 2. Blip. Indian Head, static.~~ ~~Mike MacDougan has felt it..hell, he's living it, but he can handle it. Just as long as he doesn't get too cocky...~~
~~From static we fade into Mike MacDougan lounging back in a plush
leather chair, holding a glass of milky-green. He laughs at the
camera, throws his leg over the side and take another drink.
Somewhere off in the distance...the background, we find something
unidentifiable beyond a thumping bass beat. He looks at the
camera and shakes his head.~~
MAGIC: Cripes, Douglas, do you seriously think you're going to pull it off...I thought maybe you grew a brain with that new testicle and figured that you'd just give in...but, no...no you didn't. You're still there, buzzing around my ear like a little gnat with a belt too damn big for him. You're gonna have to learn that the belt you hold right there...that big belt that you have draped around your waist...that one is MINE. You're in sorry shape, buddy...sorry shape indeed...somehow, somewhere in that little peanut shell you call a brain you just can't get it...and I'm gonna have to take you to it the hard way. ~~Mike pauses, and then leans into the camera.~~ MAGIC: But you know what, Douglas? It isn't the damn title...guys who damn near worships the belts like they're making up for small dicks...those are the guys who ruin this sport. What I'm really truly after is my revenge. You beat me, I admit that, but I am confident that I will take that same little sting...that little sting of pride f***ing with ya...you know it, I'm sure...I want that to hit you. We're in this business to fight...we're like, as pops always said, "the modern day gladiators...people come to see us destroy each other for money. You'd think it'd be outlawed or something." And he's right...we can damn near kill each other...and that's what sets us apart from other human beings. We're not afraid to just fight back...to fix things so that we're on top once again. It's a food chain, Douglas...and it seems that you think you're a little higher on it than I am...and I intend to show you how wrong you are. I'm ready to dismantle you. Destroy you. Make you know where you truly sit. ~~Mike ends with a frown on the verge of anger. He leans back and takes a sip, slowly calming down but not before speaking.~~ MAGIC: But that's what has to be done. I got into this sport under the impression that I get to destroy people. So far I'm liking what I'm getting...but there is still that one little thing that is under my skin...and that's your victory over me. You're right...it stings...the feeling of loss stings. But I'm righting it, and I'd be more than willing to right it just so that you understand it as well. ~~Mike calms completely and kicks his feet up on the table.~~ MAGIC: But until then...there is a lull...a short period of time before we finally meet...where there is nothing. Only ourselves and our nerves...I live for those moments, brother. I feed on those moments...they fire me like a motherf***ing steam-engine...The longer the lull, the stronger I'll be, buddy...just remember that for future reference...that when you're thinking of taking me on...and you'll know after tomorrow just what it'll feel like...cuz I know you're sorry ass is after my title, and I'm faster, stronger, and smarter than you...I will hunt you down before you even get a chance at any of my scraps. I kicked Dukes down there, so you can have a little fun with him when you go down there too. I feed off of those moments, man. ~~Mike leans forward and takes his feet off the table.~~ MAGIC: Do you, or do you cripple under the pressure. We'll find out someday soon...and I'm looking forward to it very, very much. ~~We fade to static as Mike leans back in the chair to take a sip of his green liquid.~~ |
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