Date of RP: 5-16-03
Location: Haven Office
Current Record: 6-2-1
Accomplishments: 2X ASW TV Champion
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- "Obstacles
cannot crush me. Every obstacle yields to stern resolve. He who is fixed
to a star does not change his mind."
- --Leonardo DaVinci, Notebooks
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~~The
sound of laughter breaks over the white noise of a television. As
the darkness of a screen disolves, we find the figure of Tacit watching
a televison screen in the Haven office, sprawled out on one of the
leather chairs shirtless and wearing a pair of baggy black jeans and
combat boots. His well-muscled shoulders surge up and down with a
deep laughter, his eyes welling with tears, and he clutches the remote
like it was a weapon. O'Brian is on the floor holding his gut and
howling.
O'Brian forces himself to sit upright with his knuckles, takes a deep
breath, starts to say something, but then falls over in laughter again.
Tacit wipes the tears from his eyes.~~
TACIT: Ok, one more time...then we move on.
~~He hits rewind on the remote, and
we are given a shot of the television. David Dukes stands on
screen alone. His face is frozen in a strange moment as he is
about to speak, although it looks like, by the way his face is
contorted on pause, like something crawled up his nose.
Tacit hits play again.~~
DUKES
(on tape): If you even try to stand close to me while I am
wearing my Television Title, I will slap the taste right out of your
mouth. And if you come out here making excuses on how you lost or spew
out lies I will again smack the taste right out of your mouth before
the match even starts.
~~Tacit hits pause again, and then
turns to O'Brian, who is holding his head in agony. Slowly he
forces himself to his knees and looks at Mike, lets out a burst of
laughter and falls back to the ground.~~
TACIT: I'm serious...thats his
message. He is going to slap the taste out of my mouth.
~~Tacit tries to hold in a burst of
laughter, but lets it explode out through his mouth. O'Brian is
breathing heavy as he pushes himself up again.~~
O'BRIAN: Let me get this straight...he gets
the title back, and suddenly he's untouchable? Who does this guy
think he is? It's the friggin TV Title, for Christs sake...do you
think he did the same thing when he got a gold star in school?
TACIT: Yeah, yeah...I know. I'd hate
to see what would happen if he would stumble his way into the
Heavyweight title. He'd probably decide that if anyone looked at
him while he was wearing it he'd slap the taste out of his mouth.
See, the way I see it, it's the dog syndrome.
~~O'Brian pushes himself into a
chair with a quizzical look on his face. Tacit leans back in his
chair and waves his arms around absently.~~
TACIT: It's like this...there
was a dog who had just got himself a nice, big, stinky new bone, and he
was proud of this bone. He toted it around in his mouth, making
sure everyone saw him with the bone, but didn't allow anyone to touch
the bone. He didn't want anyone else to even have the remote
chance of taking his bone, so when someone would come close...just the
slightest bit...he would turn away and go somewhere else with his
bone. He loved this bone, because it was big, tasted like
whatever dogs like the taste of, and, most importantly, it was a bone
that no one else had. Only him.
~~He grins. O'Brian nods,
taking a swig of water.~~
O'BRIAN: The bone is like the title, right?
TACIT: Yeah, most definately...I suppose
you could say I was like the dog, but that really doesn't hold, as I
didn't walk around flaunting my title...I went on vacation and no one
saw me...I couldn't really give two shits who saw me with my
title. To me, it's just a piece of metal saying that I beat the
right ammount of people in the right combination. It's an
imbedded system for federation control, and thats how I see it...I'd be
perfectly happy without a title...but it's the principle of the whole
thing...Dukes took away from me my bragging rights to beating the
living tar out of him. The ball is in his park, now. I
simply want those rights back...the title is a benefit. To me,
being TV Champion isn't about holding a damn belt...any moron can hold
a belt...being TV Champion means being in a position where you are
recognized, through your efforts and work, as one of the federations
top men. As for fighting for the gold...I don't have the strange
fascination like the rest of these sheep out here...I don't lust after
shiny things. I want something with more substance...something
with more depth. Knowledge of me being one of the best is just
what I want...what I thrive on. Where was I?
O'BRIAN: The dog was the only one who had the
bone.
TACIT: Right, right. So the dog is
running around the park, showing everyone his bone, but not letting
anyone near his bone...else he'll slap the taste out of their mouth.
~~They both let out a short
chuckle.~~
TACIT: Seriously, though...the dog won't
allow anyone to get near his bone. As he's walking around the
park, he comes upon a bridge crossing a small river. The dog,
being a dog, decides to look over the side of the bridge out of
curiosity. What does he see? He sees another dog staring
back up at him with a bone in it's mouth...his bone. Angry and
jealous, the dog opens his mouth and tries to get the other dog's
bone...but, as the other dog is only a reflection that the dog with the
bone doesn't realize, he drops his bone into the river. The bone
is swept away, lost in the river...leaving the dog alone with just his
reflection and no bone.
~~Tacit leans forward, reaching out
towards a bottle of water on the coffee table.~~
TACIT: The bone is a metaphor for the
title, of course...but the story as a whole is about the concept of
grasping onto something material. Material things don't
last...decay, corruption, it all fades away after time. To hold
onto something like that is futile...because all material things ever
do is go away and come back. Grasping onto something you can hold
also means that you grasp onto something that you can lose. Sort
of like our boy Dukes here and his chain.
O'BRIAN: I think your father's influence is
starting to kick in.
~~Tacit scowls and leans back in
the chair. ~~
TACIT: My
father...right. Dukes said that I was ashamed of losing the
title...that I let my father down. I don't do things for my
father, Dukes...I do things for myself and myself alone. When you
can grasp that concept...get out of your little sloped forehead mode of
thinking, then maybe we can really combat each other. As of right
now...my father plays no integral parts of any plan that I go through
with. Simple as that.
~~Tacit kicks his heels up on the
table and turns to the camera.~~
TACIT:As for not recovering 100%, Dukes,
I suppose you're right. I haven't recovered 100%...I've recovered
110%, buddy. I'm ready to kick your ass from here into next
week...and I'm ready to get back the rights of being the TV Champ once
again. The belt? You can keep the belt...what I'm after is
the title and the privelage of calling your sorry ass worse than
me. I'm better than you, Dukes, and you know it...you're afraid
of the fact that I'm better than you...so what do you do? You
cling to a little piece of metal like its going to save you. It
ain't no life preserver, buddy, so you just may as well give up that
sinking ship. The belt doesn't have feelings, it doesn't care who
holds it...but the title...now the title is the important thing.
There is much more to a title than something to hang around your
waist. The title is inclusive to what will make or break you...a
title can hold a career in place. A title shows importance.
A belt? Hell, I've seen so many belts stolen...but it never
helped anyone. They had the belt, but they didn't have the
title. Like I said before...for all I care, you can keep the
belt. I want the title.
~~Tacit shrugs and throws his arms
over the back of the chair, talking into the air.~~
TACIT:Oh, and just in case you were
wondering, Dukes, the only place Stevie Cool is going to be going is
right back in line to challenge the TV Champion for his title.
I'll be more than happy to give him a shot when I'm done with you...I
find him a little more sociable to work with. I think maybe its
because he actually talks to other people, rather than hiding out in a
light house. That, and he's better looking...the last thing we
need is an ugly TV Champ, Dukes, and I'm ready to make sure your ugly
mug doesn't get any more precious TV time than it has already
unfortunately gotten.
~~Tacit lays back fully and
relaxes. O'Brian jumps up.~~
TACIT:Now what?
O'BRIAN: I got it!
TACIT: Got what?
O'BRIAN: Check it out...I figured out what
Dukes and Emmit remind me of-
~~O'Brian opens up a tape and pops
it into a second video unit. He fast forwards through the Dukes
tape and stops it, and then hits play on the second unit, bringing up a
"Beavis and Butthead" episode. He mutes B&B, and then hits
play on the Dukes Video. We are given a shot of the Beavis and
Butthead episode with the Dukes audio underneath-~~
Emmit:
Don't feel sorry for him now David. Kick his ass until you get tired
then sit down and rest and kick his ass some more.
David Dukes: Don't worry Emmit, by the time I get through with Mike
Mac-D his own mother would not even know his bloody and battered body.
A new Television Champion has come to town and he is here to stay for a
long, long, time!!!
~~He stops the Dukes video and
un-mutes the B&B episode.~~
Butthead: Huh, huh, huh...
Beavis: Yeah! Heh...kick his
ass! Heh-
~~O'Brian takes stops the tape and
puts it away. Tacit looks from the TV to O'Brian shaking his
head.~~
TACIT:You're retarded. Maybe not as
much as Dukes, but still. A new TV Champ is in town...heh...yeah,
I know that, Dukes. I know it well...I suppose I have to know it,
as I am it. I'm fresh to the ASW, Dukes...I'm the new blood, not
you. Learn it, munchkin.
~~We fade to black as O'Brian looks
at Tacit, grinning. And, yet, despite his cries of not being like
his father...when you get down to it, no one KMD ever interacted with
was left unaffected by him. No one.
Tacit leans back into the leather chair, not a worry on his mind.~~
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"I'm an evolved 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 to take that away from me. I am evolved, and
I will make all of them learn that fact."
--Mike MacDougan
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