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RECORD: 3/1/0 |
DATE
OF RP: 03/08/03 |
ACCOMPLISHMENT: -Ex-TV Champion- |
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~~Nearly total blackness confounds our screen, the only source of illumination is the glare off of a side of a building into the alleyway we're staring into. We can hear the hum of a few cars passing by on the street, interrupting the hum of a streetlamp. Somewhere, in the background, someone clears his throat...and, like a ghost from the darkness, the figure of Mike MacDougan steps out into the glare, the light making it's way off of his leather trenchcoat and breaking apart, giving us rough outlines and strange angles that the leather falls. He steps more into the light revealing a simple black t-shirt stretched over his well-muscled chest, black BDU pants tucked into a pair of combat boots. He nods to the camera as it follows his progress through the alley...he softly sings out loud...and strangely well.~~ MAGIC:
"You break my back
You won't break me All is black But I still see Shut me down Knock me to the floor Shoot me up F*** me like a whore" ~~Mike passes by a pile of boxes, crunching glass under his bootheels.~~ MAGIC: "Trapped under ice Comfortably cold I've gone as low as you can go Feel no remorse No sense of shame Time's gonna wash away all pain" MAGIC: "I made a god out of blood Not superiority I killed the king of deceit Wake me up in anarchy" ~~Mike steps closer to the light, pausing only briefly to glance out from the alley.~~ MAGIC: "Sacrifice to the cause Turn your code into law Compensate to validate the loss Take a thief Nail him to a cross" ~~He glances back to the camera, rubbing his chin.~~ O'BRIAN: "Gospel of rage Faction of hate Deviate from the absolute Born of revenge Raised on cement Chaos created government" ~~Mike steps forward, towards the light that the camera has a little trouble adjusting to." MAGIC: "I made a god out of blood Not superiority I killed the king of deceit Now I sleep in anarchy" ~~He continues to sing as he disappears into the light of the streetlamp. The camera continues to try to adjust to the light as he steps out into an active sidewalk.~~  ~~After a few short moments, the camera does indeed adjust to a shot of the crowded sidewalk and street during the most active time of the night...Saturday night in Southside. A trio of Harleys rumble down the strip as a carload of girls go by yelling and screaming and beeping their horns at everyone around. They scream at Mike, but he ignores them, treading down the street humming to himself. After a few steps, he speaks to the camera, still looking forward.~~ MAGIC: Soon...soon...soon we will battle, Sonny, Dukes. Soon you'll see why I'm Simply Magic, soon you will see just why they hired me...just why people have been bending over backwards and giving me any line that they could muster, trying to hire me into their fed...and, soon, you will find out just why I didn't go. It's true...I don't have quite a name for myself...a short-lived stint as the ASW Television Champion, but thats all the more people who have seen and watched me, all the more people who have become, bit by bit, piece by piece, individual by individual, devoted to me. Soon you will find out why my t-shirts sales have picked up and are soon becoming a best-selling item. Soon you will find out what you've got yourselves into. I'm not going to discredit either of you all that much...to do so would be foolish. You both are known for who you are, and you are both known to be some of the bests for those feats...but it's time for a new name to emerge, a new name to flourish. It is time for Mike MacDougan to step up and take his true place among the champions, and, concentrated and determined as you may be, you can't stop me. No one can stop me...short of God and myself. ~~Mike passes by a bum on the street, strumming on a beaten guitar. He tosses a quarter into the case as he walks by.~~ MAGIC: I've trained too long and too hard to fail now. You guys might have cut your teeth at the age of...insert young age here...in the big feds, building a reputation...but not me. I'm fresh, I'm new, and I'm already nearly 23. That's 5 years that I could have been in the ring under the hot lights, but I didn't. I was training...greatness takes patience, fine-tuning, and perserverience. I've done it...I've worked my ass off...training...since the age of 12 at the school...that gives me 11 years of practical training, hardening, and studying. I've tweaked my body to work like a machine...my senses are hyped, my body is rock-solid, and I can take a steel chair head-on without blinking. I could have given it up...I could have just said "screw it" after my 6th year of training, when my father told me there was no way in hell I was going into pro wrestling without more training...but I didn't. I, despite most everyone else out there in the wrestling world, heeded my father's words the first time. What has it made me? ~~Mike pauses, looks around, and then crosses the street.~~ MAGIC: The stuff legends are made out of...I don't have the illustrius background most everyone else has. I was born the son of a pro wrestler, have been at his side since I was 6, grew up in not-too-lavish surroundings, although not surroundings of decadence. I went to school, wrestled varsity, played varsity football, I came home and trained in the off-season. Every year I grew bigger, stronger, faster. Every year I hardened my nerves and learned move after move after move. Every year I became more resolute to destroy any opposition in the wrestling world when I made my impact. Every year I came closer to becoming great. Now this is the year I emerge...this is the year I come from my mediocre background to take the world that belongs to me by storm. This is the year I gain my practical experience and put down whoever steps in my way. This is the year I learn. ~~Mike turns down another side-street, stopping at the corner to face the camera.~~ MAGIC: And learned I have...I learned that I let my guard down...I became so out of focus that I lost my first and only title. I've taken what I have earned and threw it away...because I though so highly of myself. You know what? ~~He pauses, looking back where he just came. He turns back to the camera.~~ MAGIC: I've come to the conclusion I am that damn good. I am the next big thing...I have created a god from blood. People always tell me how awesome, how good, how intense it was to watch my father in the ring. People have always equated me with my father, compared me to him, found out I was his blood...and crowded around me. I could build small armies with the people who gathered around me...because of my father. I am not my father. If you thought my father, Krev MacDougan...KMD...The Steel City Killing Machine...The Berserker...The Pennsylvania Pittbull...was good., if you thought that he was one of the worlds greatest when it came to destroy or be destroyed, you haven't seen nothing yet. You haven't seen Mike MacDougan. You haven't seen the new breed of MacDougan. You haven't seen your new God. ~~Magic rolls his eyes and shoves his hands into his pockets. He continues down the street, past neon lights and drunken revelry.~~ MAGIC: Yeah, I know...a cliche...who hasn't come out of the starting gate and told the rest of the world they were their new God? As far as I can figure, everyone thinks highly of themselves when they start out...but there is a difference here. They say they're good...I know I'm good. When I speak, I speak volumes...when my gums flap...and they will...at great lengths...whether you want me to or not...I speak truth. My word is gospel...and I know this is true. Does that make me like every other newbie to the world of wrestling? Does that make me just another face with a corny gimmick in the crowd? MAGIC: Yeah, it probably does...but this is a face with a corny gimmick that'll stand out and stand the test of time. This is a man who will do just what he says he will do. I may not always have my desired outcome, but in the end, I'll get what I want. What I want now is the TV Title...and there is no one out there who will stop me. Not Sonny, not Dukes, not Douglas...although he did take it from me. I have no shame...he beat me. I'm not going to make any more excuses...that's pointless. What matters now is the matter at hand, and that matter is going one on one on one with two past TV Champions...both decorated with ASW history...and show them that this is the new regime. Show them that no matter who they are or what they have done, it just won't stack up. Mike MacDougan is here to make the ASW Simply Magical. Mike MacDougan will work his wonders in the ring...something more equated to miracles...and leave the federation a stunned organization. ~~Magic pauses at the edge of the last streetlamp's glow along the sidestreet and turns to the camera.~~ MAGIC: Maybe you are washed up, Sonny...maybe my hasty words ring of truth. I'd like to think otherwise. I'd like to know that isn't the truth. I'd like to know that I'm going in against someone who can put up a fight...there isn't anything...not a single title, not any ammount of recognition, nor any ammount of money...that I like better than a good fight. I'd like to believe that you are still as good as you say you are...that would make the night that much more interesting...but I don't think you have it in you. Show me otherwise. MAGIC: Dukes, I've heard your name...I've seen your tapes...I've watched you on TV. I know you are capable of a lot...I know you can take a beating...I know you can give a beating. I've seen you bloodied, I've seen you letting blood...but you've never felt the sting of these fists. You've never felt what I can do...but you will. Oh man will you ever feel what I can do...and then, after the bloodshed, after the rain of chaos and fury...after I strike thee down with great vengence...you will know my name is Simply Magic. You will know you don't make foolish match requests like the one you made against me. Dumber things have been done than what you're about to do...something equated with bringing a kinfe to a gunfight. Arm yourself well, Dukes. ~~Mike steps into the darkness of the outside perimeter of the lamp. He speaks from the darkness.~~ MAGIC: The ASW is about to be shown some magic by the Master of Misery himself...Mike MacDougan. It's going to be a magical night, ladies...Simply Magical... ~~A short burst of devilish laughter, and then the voice is lost in the hum of traffic and drunkedness. We fade back to black.~~ Note:
Song sung is KMFDM's "Anarchy", if anyone was wondering.
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