Date of RP: 5-26-03
Location: Haven Office, Streets of Pittsburgh
Current Record: 7-2-1
Accomplishments: 3X ASW TV Champion (current)
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- "Let us, then
be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labour and to wait."
- --Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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~~A
swirling shroud of rage subsides, calmness, peace, and tranquility take
root deep within the mind of one who lusts after praise, who lusts
after accomplishment. They say great men are not defined by their
actions, but through the integrity of their character. To be
great, they have to know they are great...but never push that
fact. The greatest of these take no notice that they are even
above average.
And then there are those who are still learning to be great.
They may think they're great, they may know they will be great, but it
is their very attitudes, their own striving for greatness that defeats
them. For them, they have already lost the war, despite the
apparent winning of a battle.
The great thing about the life of greatness is that the past cannot
come back in the real sense, the present remains as is, and the future
is always able to be changed.
This is fortunate for those who will become great, for if the future is
yet to be determined, the war can go on forever, battle after
battle...and we can become what we want to be by forgetting who we are
and what we were.
And, slowly, we all learn where we stand.~~
TACIT: Yeah, boss. No
problem...it'll be a pleasure.
~~We fade in from the haze of
transitions, finding ourselves suddenly in the office of HAVEN. Tacit is sitting at the desk, his
combat boot-wrapped feet propped up on the oaken surface, olive cargo
shorts, shirtless, and talking on a cell phone. He winks at the
camera.~~
TACIT: Alright, talk to you later then.
~~Tacit slaps the phone shut and
tosses it on the desk. He stands and stretches with a smile
stretched broadly across his face. He turns to O'Brian on the
couch.~~
O'BRIAN:Who's that?
TACIT: The office. I got a match
Wednesday.
O'BRIAN: ...and...?
~~Tacit plops himself down onto the
leather armchair, leans forward, and rests his elbows on his
knees. He looks up at O'Brian still smiling. O'Brian takes
a sip from a glass of water.~~
TACIT: ...an ASW World
Heavyweight Title match.
~~He leans back. O'Brian
spits out his water.~~
O'BRIAN: WHAT?! You get the TV Title
back, and they turn around and give you a match for the lead spot of
the fed? What about Mizery? What about Sonny? What
about Titan 3?
TACIT: What about them? Finally
someone in that front office has actually seen me work. Someone
in that front office has given me the shot of my life. After a
miserable 4 months of battling nitwits like Dukes and Stevie Cool,
someone has seen more in me than what I've been given. It's about
damn time I move out of the midcard range and take my true place.
I've been given the chance that my father had never been given.
Finally...finally I take his place. He may have been the ASW
Canadian Champ, but Mike MacDougan...his son...Tacit...will become more
than he ever was. It's time for the old regime of suit-wearing
slick willies like Titan 3 to move aside. This is the new
generation of wrestlers. This is the next evolution in
wrestling. Tacit has come to lead this new generation.
~~Tacit leans back, chuckles out
loud, and throws his feet up onto the coffee table. He folds his
hands behind his head and speaks to the sky.~~
TACIT: Tacit is going to be the next ASW
World Heavyweight Champion, and there isn't a damn thing anyone can do
about it. Titan 3 can put up a fight...but it's futile.
Aztek can try to save his little buddy...but it's futile. I have
evolved, and I'm taking the Heavyweight Title with me.
~~We fade to black.~~
~~We fade back into the noise of
what appears to be an abandoned street. It's a holliday, so the
streets of Pittsburgh are barren for the most part. The
occassional car passes by, and the sidewalks that are normally littered
with summer semester college students and businessmen and women holds
nothing now but refuse and sunshine.
About halfway down South Craig Street in Pittsburgh is a place called
Yum Wok. Its an Asian eatery that is still open on this holliday.
They have good noodles, and make a mean bowl of Udon soup.
Tacit steps out from inside onto the elevated porch. His chest is
now covered with a fresh, new black ASW t-shirt. He digs out his
Oakleys from his shorts pocket and slips them over his eyes.
O'Brian steps out beside him, tucking his wallet back into his back
pocket. A bum approaches them with his cup stretched out.~~
TACIT: No.
~~Tacit steps off the porch and
pushes his way past the bum. O'Brian continues to follow behind,
looking at the bum who pushes his cup into O'Brian's face. Tacit
turns around and looks at him.~~
BUM: You ain't got nothin?
TACIT: What do you need a nickel for?
BUM: I'm not going to lie to you,
man. I just want to buy a beer. Help a poor man out?
~~Tacit rolls his eyes.~~
TACIT: You have legs. You have
arms. Hell, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you have a
brain. Try using it once. Get a job, and then go buy
yourself a beer. We work too damn hard and too long to give out
money to people who are going to just guzzle it. If you were
starving, unhinged in the mind, and had trouble walking and/or
functioning on a normal level...i.e. if you stumbled every 3 steps you
took because you had trouble walking rather than having trouble staying
sober, then maybe I'd give you a nickel. Enlist in the military
and make yourself a vet and I'd give you a couple nickels. But,
right now, as you stand there lazy and shameless, you get nothing.
O'BRIAN:I think I can spare-
~~Tacit scowls at O'Brian. ~~
TACIT: No. Don't give
this man anything. We put our bodies and our lives on the
line...we risk our own health and sanity...just to make a living.
This guy stands around dirty and drunk with his hands out expecting us
to give up what we have for free. There's no such thing as a free
lunch, buddy.
~~Tacit taps the bum in the chest
with his forefinger.~~
TACIT: GET A JOB, YOU LAZY SACK OF
SHIT.
~~Tacit pushes the man hard with
his finger and forces him to stumble back against the wall. Tacit
begins to walk up the street. The bum yells back-~~
BUM: Can I bum a smoke then?
~~Tacit flips the man the bird
without looking back and keeps on walking.~~
TACIT: Burn in hell.
Jesus...you give these guys an inch and they want a mile. This
bullshit makes me sick. I work for what I have...I pour my life
and soul into everything that I am, was, and will become...and these
people, by the very good graces of the American government, can lay
around lazy and derrilict without action and collect money. While
I was starving in run-down hotels and truck stops at 4 a.m. trying to
make a name out of my poor-ass middle-class white boy life, these
scumbags collect all of my money. And they wonder why people get
bitter when they get money. Horse shit.
~~They continue to walk in silence,
O'Brian at Tacit's side. They pause at the corner and wait for a
walk signal to usher them across the crosswalk. O'Brian turns to
Tacit.~~
O'BRIAN: So you face the man that took down
Jake Blood, huh?
TACIT: I face him, I defy him, and I take
all that he holds dear. I'm set to destroy that man Wednesday
night for the biggest prize the ASW has to offer. I've said it
before, and I'd be more than happy to say it again. I am
superior. I am evolved. I am the new breed of ASW
Champion. They laughed at me when I kept on striving to control
the TV Title...a title that people looked upon as the little brother to
the Canadian and North American titles. A title...a spot...that
was, simply put, the greatest the midcard had to offer. I took
it, I took it, and I took it again...finally it's taking me where I
deserve to be...all the way to the top.
O'BRIAN: Is that how it works?
~~The crosswalk signal flashes as
the two make their way across the street.~~
TACIT: It was a means to an
end. I guess you could say it was part of a plan. The TV
Title is sort of unique in that its constantly being shuffled around on
television. People see, people hear, and people embrace someone
who continues to climb to the top. I never said no, I never
quit...I kept at my pace and destroyed nearly everything that came into
my path. I have two losses...two humiliating losses...but they're
in the past. This is the now. This is the future. I
had my exposure, and my exposure is going to make me a God.
~~They pass by a large stone church
and Tacit smiles at it. O'Brian looks at him, blinks, and raises
his brows into an "oh?" look. Tacit nods.~~
TACIT: Yeah, I know I have an ego, but I
deserve that ego. These other fools...they run around constantly
like mice on an exercise wheel...they're doing a lot of running of the
mouth, they're putting out a lot of effort...for them...and it gets
them nowhere. Do you know why? Because they are
worthless. They don't have a true champion to follow. They
have Titan 3 to look up to for god's sake. What kind of ambition
can you get when you see someone greasier and slicker than a tub of
lard standing at the top of the mountain? This guy deserves to be
taken down. I'm half-ashamed to be a member of an organization
whose so-called 'key-player' is someone like Titan 3.
TACIT: I could be nice...I could say he
earned his position. I could say he is there for a reason, but
the only reason I can come up with is that he is the replacement for
someone who's gonna be older than dirt and about a third as
sturdy. He jumped in line for a place that Blood couldn't hold
anymore because he is getting on in the years. Truth be told, I
have nothing against Jake Blood...as far as I can tell he's a pretty
decent guy. His brother and stablemates are all pretty decent
guys. Sonny...I've dealt with Sonny, and he's a good
wrestler. But, we have to face it, the Crypt of Blood was
outmoded and aged. It was old news...it needed something more
than a facelift and overhaul. It needed, unfortunately, to be
replaced. With that meant the change of Champions...Jake was
taken down, Sonny was ejected from his position, tag titles were
lost. Sonny is falling asleep at the wheel and ocassionally the
Crypt graces us with their presence. They've become legends, and,
alas, legends must fade. Titan 3 knew exactly where to jump in
and claim some gold for himself. He was the only option at the
time, and, as fate has a tendency to warp and twist itself like a
acrobatic Chinese whore, he slid right into position.
~~They pause at another
intersection as a few scattered cars pass by. Tacit turns to the
camera.~~
TACIT: But what do I know, huh? I'm
just the TV Champion. I have only one title compared to Titan 3's
two titles. Titan 3 has connections, Titan 3 has friends who are
also multiple champions. Titan 3 has built himself a small empire
here in the ASW. Every where I look I see his name plastered on
the wall, I see his face on the magazines, I see his ugly mug all over
the arenas...on t-shirts, on signs, on posters. I see him
standing there, smug and grim, holding his gold...one for each
shoulder, and all I can think about is tearing it all down. All I
can think about is destroying this small kingdom he's built for
himself. I think about destroying this man...reducing him to
nothing more than a simpleton beggar. He's a bum...and a bum
that's gonna get some change. A whole lot of change.
TACIT: Titan
3, you have a few days left with that gold. Take some pictures of
it, make some memories to keep...because after I get through with you,
there will be nothing left to hold onto. I am the next evolution
in wrestling. I have evolved to more than anything anyone in the
ASW...or even the rest of the wrestling world...can ever become.
I'm here as your new hero, your new champion. I'm here to lead
all of you to a more glorious and spectacular ASW.
~~O'Brian begins to cross as the
signal comes up, but Tacit remains focused on the camera, stoicly
standing still. He takes off his sunglasses and narrows his
eyes...eyes filled with a look of determination, of brutish, divine
justice. ~~
TACIT: I just need to know who's with
me. Who wants to see the glory of the new and improved next
generation of ASW? Titan 3 had his chance, but he blew it.
Blood was only dragging us down. Tacit...well, Tacit is going to
heal our wounds. Tacit will make the ASW the greatest squared
circle show on earth...once again. Who wants to be a part of the
new legend?
TACIT: Who will answer my call for
champions?
~~We fade back to black as the walk
signal flashes and Tacit continues to stand with the camera...with
us. Tacit is bound and determined to stay. Tacit is bound
and determined to take the lead and create something truly
spectacular. He has a vision, and he has the will.
Eerily we see the reflection of Krev MacDougan in the eyes of Tacit.
Everyone has a hero...everyone has a champion. Who is yours?~~
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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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