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| CURRENT
RECORD: 3/1/0 |
DATE
OF RP: 03/05/03 |
ACCOMPLISHMENT: -Ex-TV Champion- |
| ~~Failure...a
string of failures...he came out of the box looking like a million
bucks, the IWF Heavyweight Champion, but he has failed...twice.
This is not acceptable. This is not proper, and this is not
right. KMD is a champion, not some fly-by-night hero on gilded
wings of gold and silver. He is the only true and proper champion
the IWF has left...their final hope, the end of the line...and it has
come to null. He has given what he had, and it wasn't
enough...simply because people couldn't play nice. People
couldn't play right. People are going to pay.~~ VOICE1: And what did it make you look like? A chump, KMD...nothing more than a CHUMP. ~~Oh, Paul Jay is going to pay...he is going to pay dearly. He's gonna wish that he did die a couple months ago. He's gonna wish that it was ended back then...he's gonna wish his ass was zipped up in a body bag and shipped off to the morgue for what he's done. What about the others? Sensation? Holliday? Windsor? Chumps, just like KMD. Krev isn't looking for help from them...not anymore. He's going a route that most people would consider bad etiquette. He's gonna play hardball with Paul Jay and Jaxx...and they're both gonna wish that they were just dead.~~ VOICE2: I know. ~~What about Ebdon? What about the man that was so resolute on destroying KMD? Not a problem anymore...not even in consideration. He has his own battles to fight, and his own wars to win. Perhaps the course of action he took with Pete's wife was wrong, but it seemed right at the time...at the time. That time is past, that time is no longer now...things will never be the same, but our attention is elsewhere. Now our attention turns to KMD versus Paul Jay, Jaxx, and Miche. Now our attention turns to the men who did all that they could to put down our would be hero. Not anymore.~~ VOICE1: You're pathetic man...just sick. I don't even know if I should help you out this time. ~~Pretty shitty odds, huh? Yeah, I'd say so. I wouldn't be looking for Pete Ebdon to be helping KMD out anytime soon...because if he does help Krev, that's one step further from the title that he so desires. Although he has done stranger things...things could turn out for the best after this mess. Krev's predictions were wrong...he predicted Pete would turn on Jaxx...but the opposite was true. Jaxx turned on Pete. Krev didn't see it coming, and Pete sure as hell didn't see it coming. If anything, all this back-biting could make a new man out of Pete Ebdon.~~ VOICE2: Just a little backing man...it's all I need. I'm willing to pay- ~~It sure as hell made a new man out of KMD. He won't say it aloud...but he's afraid. KMD is afraid for all that he knows and all that he is. He is afraid, not of being destroyed, but of losing face. He doesn't want that to happen...especially not now.~~ VOICE1: Pay, huh? What you got? Your business is going downhill my man. ~~Not after losing his title, and then the very next week his son lost his own...yeah, Mike is still 1/2 owner of MacDougan Entertainment, but theres a new hitch in the plans...the ASW just regained Sonny Lighting. Sonny Lightning...the very same man that never defeated Krev in the ring, and probably still burns him to this day. Not really a problem for the MacDougan's, huh? Not so...see, Sonny has decided to go the ranks that Mike went...Sonny has decided to go after the TV title...the very same title that Mike wants to regain from Douglas. Shitty situation after shitty situation. Things are heating up for the MacDougans, but they will find peace yet...they will find peace when every last motherf***ing one of those f***ers pay. They are all going to pay.~~ VOICE2: Yeah, but it'll pick up. VOICE3: We're working on a new strategy...something that will take the IWF and the ASW by storm. ~~Cost? What is the cost of vengence? Sanity? Blood? Life? Doesn't really matter, now does it? Soon enough, the world will find out that vengence is indeed a dish best served cold. Vengence is another thing that runs through MacDougan blood...right to the bitter f***ing end. No one f***s with Clan MacDougan and comes out unscathed. No one.~~ VOICE1: Don't even get me started on you, Magic. How long did you hold your title? A pathetic 2 weeks? Yeah, long run for a TV Champion, but I would expect more from a MacDougan. I'd expect an undefeated champion. Sure, you did it your entire stint at ASW...hell, your only loss was the loss of your title. First you do this to me, and now you want help...I don't know who to trust anymore, fellas...and those are strong words coming from someone like me. ~~They say that March comes in like a lamb and goes out like a lion...well, MacDougans come in like lions, and go out like mother-f***ing rabid wolverines. Paul Jay, Jaxx, Miche, Douglas, and, only because they decided to enter the fray, Sonny Lighting and Dukes are going to feel the bite. They're gonna feel the crunch of MacDougan knuckled pummeling their sorry pretty-boy faces into the mud. MacDougans are all about family blood...when something goes wrong for one, something goes wrong for the whole family. Blood is thicker than water, and MacDougan blood is about as viscious as 6 month old motor oil.~~ VOICE2: ...just once chance, buddy... ~~Things aren't looking good for either feds the MacDougans grace...IWF has their share of no-shows and superstar wanna-be's who just don't stack up. Hell, some are as bold to say that the IWF is truly dead. Even Sensation himself was caught mumbling under his breath to stick a fork in her because she's done. The ASW isn't looking as bad, but after their last roster hit...someone took a huge chunk out of it...namely the OWF...they aren't as healthy as they could be. Both feds need a little pick-me-up. Both feds need a little something to get them going. Nine out of Ten doctors agree that the best cure for this malady is a steady and solid shot of MacDougan Entertainment.~~ VOICE3: ...we're willing to do anything. ~~It's just what the doctor ordered. It's what the feds need to survive...they need the MacDougans, just as much as they need the feds. Both would be lost without each other...hell, since the MacDougans took their titles, both men have recieved at least 7 offers from various federations...federations not quite as desperate as these two...but they're hanging on. They're sticking to their guns and giving it their all for the feds that they've come to call home. The IWF and the ASW...both feds arguably the best federation from time to time. They're willing to give it 110% and any other number of cliche phrases and terms just to hang on and make the best of the worst of times.~~ VOICE1: Maybe we can work out a deal...if you're willing to play by my rules. ~~Because that's what they do...they're MacDougans.~~ VOICE2: What will it take? VOICE1: Balls man...balls. ~~But what about the rest of the e-fedding world? Just what kind of feds want the MacDougans...guys who seemingly have lost their touch? OWF has been talking to Mike, looking to cut a deal. WEW has contacted KMD for a new federation...even some of the old-timers in the ASW are begging KMD to come back to the ASW. Yeah, they may look good on paper, and their deals may be sweeter than what the IWF and the ASW can offer them...but they're going to stick around. Loyalty is key...the paychecks never hurt...and, in the case of KMD, a bigger paycheck would be much appreciated, but he's lost his title. He's commited to the concept of taking back what is rightfully his. As for Mike...yeah, he's going down the same road. It only takes one shitty week to turn guys who are made of solid steel and adorned with gold to lumps of ore without any of the glitter or shine...but it only takes one week to re-forge those very same men.~~ VOICE1: You got balls, and we can do what you want to do...my way. VOICE3: We got it. ~~And forge we shall.~~ VOICE1: Yeah, I knew you guys did...just had them in the wrong places. VOICE2: What's the first order of business? VOICE1: Oh, you know what you have to do first. VOICE2: Yeah, I figured that. ~~And forge and forge until we have machines capable of the destruction and tyranny they once held only mere weeks ago.~~ VOICE1: Thats the only catch my man. VOICE3: ... ~~And, slowly, as we faded into nothing more than whispers and sounds, we fade out again...to the silence that surrounded us before the break in peace.~~  ~~The camera fades back in to the same coffee house as before. Mike is sitting in a corner booth, holding a cup of coffee in his hands and staring at a wall in complete art deco; coffee pots cut in half and adorning a wall of color and paintings twisted to their own mad conceptions. There is a small group of people around Mike, 4 men wearing leather jackets, two with shaved heads and the others with long hair, black jeans and BDUs tucked into combat boots, and black shirts adorned with names like KMFDM, Funker Vogt, and various words of wisdom like "I had sex with your daughter" and "Mother, tell your kids to stop pointing at me" and "Lets go stomp some hippies", most notably on a female with streaks of red dyed into her hair. Bahaus' "Hair of the Dog" plays over the sound system as the people around Mike talk.~~ GEARHEAD: Naw man...pure power. I dropped atleast $1200 bucks into 'her, and I'm offering it as a deal man. RIVETHEAD: If you're so happy with it, why are you selling it? GEARHEAD: I never use it anymore...and I figured I'd give you first shot at it. It's a solid bike, man. ~~Mike continues to stare at the wall...he takes a sip from his cup, and stares at the wall. The girl stands up and turns to Mike, speaks. Mike shakes his head 'no'.~~ RIVETBITCH: I'm getting some more Redbull...you want anything, Mike. MAGIC: ... RIVETBITCH: Alright man. Why aren't you talking? MAGIC: I'm thinking. RIVETBITCH: Mike MacDougan thinking...everyone duck and cover, I think somethings gonna blow. Just don't pop your neck rivets man...Frankenstein could take it, I don't think you could. What the f*** is that? Happy Hardcore? F*** that. ~~Mike absently nods to her, not really noticing that there is a poppy-sounding catchy Happy Hardcore track being played. The girl angrily walks away, ready to stomp whoever played the track. The two men continue to talk as another gets up to leave.~~ INDUSTRIALIST: I'm out...damn work tomorrow. I have two appointments spilling over from yesterday. Spring break hits, and everyone thats still around this god-forsaken town wants a damn tattoo to show off to all the momma boys and daddy's girls that cruised off to spring break in their own BMWs somewhere tropical. F***ing posers. ~~The men nod to him.~~ GEARHEAD: Based on how much you bitch about it, why don't you just quit, Tweak? ~~The man, Tweak, shrugs.~~ TWEAK: It pays the bills. It's just a damn sin that tattoos are suddenly fashionable. Screw it, huh? Those kids pay my bills. RIVETHEAD: Try slinging coffee instead of ink sometime...now that is degrading. ~~The music skips a track, squealing. The camera glances over to where the girl went...shes coming back, holding a cup of coffee and a can of Redbull. The coffee slinger is holding his eye, quickly fiddling with the music when Skinny Puppy's "Addiction" begins to play over the system. The girl is smiling, Mike looks up at her.~~ MAGIC: You hit him again? RIVETBITCH: He's gotta learn not to play that crap while we're in the room. This is yours. Where's O'Brian? ~~Mike shrugs taking the cup from her.~~ MAGIC: He had a meeting or something...he should be here shortly. I didn't think you guys would like him all that much. ~~Tweak spins around, flabber-gasted.~~ TWEAK: You kidding? That kid knows more about audio and video equipment than all of us combined. His head was just in the wrong place...you know he helped me set up my turntables and get my shitty appartment wired for full sound? MAGIC: It's what he does...just needed to upgrade him. ~~We fade to black as Tweak takes his coat and shrugs. He leaves as the others stay, talking.~~ ~~As we fade back in, we find the same coffee table with only Mike, still staring at the wall, tapping his finger on the side of the coffee cup. We also find O'Brian, in a plain black t-shirt and his hair buzzed off to nothing more than stubble. He has a pair of goggles around his forehead, and his arm, now adorned with some sort of tribal tattoos, slung around the Rivetbitch from before. They're talking, oblivious to Mike. A girl walks by, winks at O'Brian, and the Rivetbitch rails him in the side. His attention is back to her.~~ RIVETBITCH: I could kick her ass too. F***ing raver. O'BRIAN: Chill, Mona...she wasn't doing anything. MONA: You're mine, that's all. O'BRIAN: Yeah, I think they got that. ~~Mike looks up at the two, suddenly laughing.~~ O'BRIAN: That was sudden...where you been all night, man? MAGIC: I've been thinking...you know, I lost my title because I didn't have my head screwed on tight...it was as if I thought I could take the world on alone, without any words, without anything extra. I pissed away all effort because I underestimated Douglas. F*** that. Pansy boy is gonna get his ass stomped as soon as possible. I'm better than he could ever hope to be, and I let my metal slip away because I thought too much that way. Yeah, I'm still better than he is, but now I know how he works. O'BRIAN: Now you have Sonny Lightning in the fray, along with Dukes. Things are heating up, man. You joining or building some sort of faction, talking about going it alone? MAGIC: No, no...no factions...none of that bullshit. I don't need help from any of those putzes. Sonny Lightning? Man, that dude is worn out...why is he even around anymore? My old man could beat him...my old man did beat him...multiple times...for his title. He's looking worn out, man...I don't give two shits or a rats diseased tail that he is back and looking for action. His first mistake was coming back to the ASW, and his second mistake was enlisting his sorry ass in my division. He wants to climb back to the top of the TV ranks, he's gonna have to go through me, hands down. If he wants even a glimmer of any respect, he's gonna have to work his way through me to my title that Douglas is so conveniently holding for me. Sonny Lighting? If I hear the thunder, that just means I broke his sorry ass, or stomped his pretty-boy face into the canvas. ~~Mike takes a sip of his coffee, grinning, a new glint of anger/solidarity in his eyes. O'Brian nods to him, gauging him.~~ O'BRIAN: Where the f*** was this Mike MacDougan last week? MAGIC: I dunno man...not here...not mentally here...had my head up my ass, I guess. But things are starting to look good, Sonny Lightning or not. He steps into my division, making himself look like the self-proclaimed god of ASW...when in reality he's only a washed up and laundered name from the past...he doesn't understand the concept of a new generation. I don't care if he has a whole legion of men behind him, rallying him to the call of...ASW TV Champion...who the hell cares? If he was that damn good, he wouldn't have left. As for Dukes... ~~Magic stands up, fists out at his sides, laughing as he looks at the ceiling. O'Brian spins his chair around, watching MacDougan, and Mona climbs onto her chair, sitting on the back of it, smiling.~~ MONA: Tell 'em, Magic! MAGIC: Oh Dukesie, Dukesie, Dukesie...didn't it work out last time? Run into a few problems at Broken Hearts? Dean Man and you were up shit creek that time, weren't ya? Suddenly, the no-name from the Steel City ran rabid all over your asses and obliterated any chances of capturing your title again...and then what? You disappeared...gone...poof. Where'da go, tough guy? Fire get too hot, had to step out of the kitchen? This is hell's kitchen, baby...when you understand that, and you understand that this motherf***er standing in front of you is the devil's nightmare...then you know you don't have enough. Throw what you got, tough guy...throw it at me...but it isn't enough. Maybe you could do the same thing with Sonny that I did to you and Dean Man...come out from left field and give it a go...try to take my spot from nowhere. It isn't the title...true enough, but where I'm at, I'm as good as gold. You think Douglas will hold his spot for very long? O'BRIAN: I think he does, Mikey. MAGIC: Yeah, well, I wouldn't ask Douglas that...he certainly thinks so. Naw man...last week was a mistake, a fluke on my part...not this time. Hell no. We'll let Douglas hold onto my belt for a little longer. I have people to destroy on my way back to it. I have people to burn, baby. Sonny Lightning...Dukes...MacDougan. Sounds like a good match...a good match to notch my numbers up a little higher. They got nothing. ~~Magic grins at the camera, and pulls it in closer to his face.~~ MAGIC: You've never seen nothing like me, baby. See this body? This is what we call championship material. Egoist? Hell yeah...because I know I'm better than you. I know I'm better than you and Sonny. I know that I am better than Douglas, Lightning, and Dukes...and there isn't a damn thing anyone can do about it. Maybe I was a little too worried before about being the son of Krev MacDougan...but, you know what? No shame in that. I'm making my own way here...and the only influence that KMD holds over the heads of anyone in the ASW is an obscure and packed away little reference that back in 2000 he took the ASW Canadian Championship from Sonny Lightning, and kept it from him...then disappeared. Just like that...but this MacDougan isn't going anywhere. This MacDougan is staying right here to show all you sickening f***s that not all MacDougans run and hide. This MacDougan is here to show you, man by man, contendor spot by contendor spot, title by title, that he's here to stay. He's here to claim what is his and go on with his career. There are big things in the plans of Simply Magic...now it's just simply time that stands in the way. ~~Mike pushes the camera aside, jostling it a little. He turns back to it after a short moment of laughter from the peanut gallery.~~ MAGIC: ...and a matter of two little, little men wanting a piece of Simply Magic's action. Lightning...Dukes...Give it up, boys...the TV Title is mine and mine alone. If and when this match is signed, it will be one hell of a match...seeing how all three of us are past ASW TV Champions...this would be Sonny's 4th time to hold it, Dukes 2nd, and, in my mind, I'm still as good as holding it...seeing it around either of the two of you again would be just wrong. I'm not about to let that happen. Keep dreaming, kiddies...Simply Magic, Kooler than Jesus, the Electric Messiah, the AC/DC God, is back and there ain't a damn thing in this world thats gonna hold him down! ~~And we fade to black as Mike turns back to his companions, punching their out-stretched fists.~~ |
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