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| CURRENT RECORD: 6/1/1 |
DATE OF RP: 05/07/03 |
ACCOMPLISHMENT: -ASW TV Champion- |
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"There
is no longer an opposition in the territories between the abstractions
of money and the apparent materiality of commodities. The
extraterritoriality of the console expands the body's reach into the
dissolution of markets and the centrality of language. The unity
of representation is fictive and fractal in the virtual annexation of
all spaces and the liquidation of any specific signs that occupied them."
--Thom Jurek, Straight Fiction
~~10. Blip. 9. Blip. 8. Blip. 7. Blip. 6. Blip. Flag. Blip. 4. Blip. 3. Blip. 2. Blip. Indian Head, static.~~ ~~The club still had the shadows of the previous night, although most of anything that made any mess the prior night had been cleaned. It was early morning and the cleanup crews were just finishing up their work. All that remained were a few stray bottles, a bit of broken glass in the corner, and hosing down the floor. That's the price of throwing the biggest, most chaotic party in all of Pittsburgh... ...every single night. Minus Sundays. Sundays were maintenance days. Mike stood by the DJ stage and looked out across the empty club, water bottle in hand, trenchcoat thrown over a chair in waiting, and his wrestling bag at his side. Also at his sides were O'Brian and his father, the once-ASW wrestler known as Krev "The Berserker" MacDougan. Both had bags as well. Mike turned to Krev.~~ MAGIC: Are you sure you wouldn't rather just stay here? Watch the club? ~~Krev regarded his son with a piercing look, and then shook his head 'no'. He'd been away from the ring too long, even if just for watching in the audience. When Krev found out Mike was defending his title at the next PPV...and his heart beemed with pride for his son...he ordered tickets as fast as possible. Not really necessary, as he was an old ASW wrestler and family of a member, but still...Krev always liked to do things the 'proper' way. Maybe sitting in general seating with the rest of the crowd was a bad idea for the once-legendary wrestler. Then again, maybe it was a bad idea for the rest of general seating to sit around the once-legendary wrestler. Krev took a step forward towards the door.~~ KMD: I'm sick of this place...Tweak can handle it. He's a good kid. I just want to see some good, old-fashioned ASW wrestling. It's been so long- MAGIC: Just don't get too caught up in it. ~~Mike picked up his trenchcoat and went to follow his father. He knew that there was a chance that Krev would see the action in the ring...and, with his good position, might get sucked back into it. It had happened before when he went into retirement. He always found a reason to watch, and then after watching, he found a reason to get himself back into the sport. This time, if it happened this time, Mike imagined he would try to get signed again on the excuse that wrestling had "lost it's heart," and it was his job to "make all those munchkin pudwackers know where they belonged on the pecking order." That was the last thing Mike needed right now...his father joining his fed. It wasn't that he was afraid he was going to cut into his spotlight...he was afraid the old man would want to team up as a tag team. He'd see Sonny in the ring and get a craving to crack his neck. Mike shook his head. He'd have to talk to Rose and Krem about not letting Krev sign up...it was just too much for him...Mike didn't want to see something bad happen to anyone. Something that seemed to happen wherever KMD went.~~ O'BRIAN: Hold on a second...I forgot that laser pointer. ~~Mike paused, and then turned around to face O'Brian with a look of irritated wonder on his face. O'Brian shrugged and opened the door to the back office. He turned around as he started up the steps.~~ O'BRIAN: What? It's neat. ~~O'Brian disappeared up the stairwell. Mike turned back to Krev.~~ MAGIC: You're not going to try to get signed again, are you? KMD: What? Me? ~~Mike didn't say anything, only nodded to the man with more muscles than common sense.~~ MAGIC: Yeah, you. KMD: What? Wrestling is neat. ~~Krev gave Mike a mischevious grin as he turned back around and walked to the door, whistling to himself. Mike rubbed his temples as O'Brian re-appeared in the stairwell with a phone. He held his hand over the reciever and held it out to Mike. Mike sighed. It was taking him forever to get out of this place.~~ O'BRIAN: Phone call man...this chick wants to talk to you. MAGIC: Alright...give it here. And, pops, you aren't signing again. ~~We fade to static as Magic takes the phone from O'Brian. Krev flips Mike the bird.~~ 
~~We
fade from the static to a shot of the freeway, zooming under past and
twisting in and out of ramps. NIN's "The Perfect Drug" blared out
the inside of the car, filling it with a sort of enriching panic.
Mike sat in the passenger seat, leaning back with his arm cocked
on the windowsill, letting the air rip past the side of his head and
his shades squinting in the sun.
He was completely at ease with himself. There wasn't a worry on his mind, and he let a small grin slip to his face. He had an idea...something new slipped from the phone call. Some new bit of information that could be of great importance. O'Brian sat in the driver's seat, humming along with the music. He looked like a cabbie with a pair of fingerless gloves on his hand and a beret stretched over his head. For some reason he was also wearing a mesh shirt over his pale, white skin. O'Brian was starting to change as well as Mike. Krev...well, Krev sat in the back fast asleep. His long, blue-jeaned legs and shit-kickers cramped in the small back seat. Mike leaned forward and looked at O'Brian.~~ MAGIC: Hey man, can we turn that down a little, I want to talk. O'BRIAN: You'd rather walk? ~~O'Brian yelled over the music, straining to hear. Mike shook his head and turned it down anyway.~~ MAGIC: What do you think about giving Dukes a second match after I beat his ass this time around? I think I came up with an idea for the kind of match. ~~O'Brian nodded and gurgled 'yeah' over the sip of 'Dew he was taking, looking at Mike through the corner of his eye. Mike looked forward.~~ MAGIC: I'm going to offer him a Steel City Street Fight. ~~O'Brian spit out the drink he was taking and lost control of the wheel for a moment. The car swerved to the right, and then left as O'Brian regained control. He blinked and turned to Mike. Krev stirred in his sleep.~~ O'BRIAN: Are you nuts? Do you know what can happen? Usually it was 2-square blocks sectioned off with any number of people prowling around...everything imaginable as a weapon. Cars. Street signs. Windows. People. Do you- MAGIC: Yeah, I know what they are, and I'm willing to take the chance. He wants a damn fight, I'm going to give him a damn fight. I can say I don't care about him calling me a paper champion all I want...but I do, and I want to show him just why I'm not a paper champion. If I have to prove I'm the best, I'm going to do it with style. I am superior. ~~Krev stirred in his sleep again, leaned forward, mumbled something about dumpsters and Uncle Bryan, and then slumped back again. Mike looked from Krev back to O'Brian blankly.~~ MAGIC: No one is going to know I'm superior unless I prove it. I want Dukes to know why I'm the TV Champ. They fit together. I'm going to let other people in if they want, but only Dukes and I can pin. It's between him and me, and I'm going to keep the title between him and me. Think about it like it was Thunderdome...2 men enter, 1 man leaves. I have a big open space to use everything I can get my hands on as weapons. Well, there wouldn't be the bungee cords and stuff suspending us in the air, and there probably wouldn't be a big domed cage with people hanging all over it, but it's close. I can stomp his ass, and he claims the prize. Unacceptable. ~~O'Brian shrugged and squinted forward through his sunglasses.~~ O'BRIAN: I don't doubt your talent. Shit, man...you're definately prime. But still- MAGIC: I am a superior being because I'm stronger, I'm faster, and I'm smarter. I am the ultimate fighting machine...trained metal on metal, in the streets, and in the gym. I have prepared since I was 6 to take my father's place, and finally it is mine. I have not trained this long and this hard to allow a lesser being such as Dukes take that away from me. I am superior, and I will make him learn that fact. ~~O'Brian glanced at Mike. It was as if Mike had recited the phrase. It was ingrained into his mind. Mike was going to do whatever he wanted anyway; there wasn't anything O'Brian could do or say to change his mind...he was just-~~ O'BRIAN: Whatever man...you won't listen to me, I'm just you're manager. MAGIC: We tangle tonight. Dukes loses. I give hime one more shot...the shot he'll never forget. Ever. ~~The camera slowly fades to static as Mike snaps the music back up loud, leans back in his seat, and lets out a small grin.~~ |
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