Date of RP: 5-27-03
Location:The Beehive
Current Record: 7-2-1
Accomplishments: 3X ASW TV Champion (current)
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- "...i beat my
machine
it's a part of me
it's inside of me
i'm stuck in this dream
it's changing me
i am becoming
"the me that you know
he had some second thoughts
he's covered with scabs
he is broken and sore
the me that you know
he doesn't come around much
that part of me isn't here anymore..."
- --NIN "The Becoming"
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~~The
music fades away to leave us with the mumbling and shuffling of coffee
cups and booted feet. Everyone is in the Hive tonight, and it's
packed full. Girls in black lipstick and combat boots prance
around guys with weird haircuts and laptops. A guy in a beret
sits in the window booth madly scribbling into a notebook, pausing
momentarily to tug on his long goatee and make conversation with the
woman on the other side of the table reading Nietze, both sipping black
coffee. Three punks walk in and go right to the back pinball
machines.
As we get more of a view around the room, we find that there is barely
enough room to breath in this room. The air is so choked with
smoke that a haze hangs well low from a ceiling decorated in art
deco...bicycles and retro haircurlers dangle from a painted and twisted
lamp. Every inch of the walls are inscribed with impressionistic
painting, and select works hang proudly on the wall. Every piece
has a price tag on it.
We find ourselves looking at the shit-eating grin of Mike
MacDougan...aka Tacit...with his hands folded and his elbows calmly on
the table. A long black trenchcoat hands over his shoulders, and
from under the table we see his is wearing simple black jeans and
boots. Steel toe, in fact. His shirt is the plain ASW
black, quietly hiding under the concealment of his leather body armor
(or coat...whichever you prefer).
We sit down across from him.~~
TACIT: So he's made himself heard.
The pathetic creature tried to speak.
~~Tacit waves his hands around.~~
TACIT: I'm impressed he can talk
intelligently when under pressure. A lesser being would have have
lost focus...cracked...but, oh, wait, he did lose focus. He did
crack. He fell victim to his own emotions. Am I trying to
be creepy? Do I frighten you? Do you want me to? Bite
me.
~~He leans back and takes a sip
from his cup. He glances around the room. O'Brian sits
beside him, quietly talking to another man off-screen. Tacit
locks eyes with us again.~~
TACIT: I'm sorry to hear about Chloe, and
I'm dead serious. It's a terrible thing, but it doesn't change
the fact that I have to destroy you. Yes, yes...you're the
champion and this and that. Blah, blah, blah. The only
reason you're champion is because you got there first. That will
change my pathetic-minded fiend. But, of course, I do invite you
to take all of that built-up anger and rage and try to take it out on
me. I can think faster than you, man-beast-thingy, and I assure
you that you will only be burning up all that you have in an effort to
try to comprehend what I am doing to you.
TACIT: You
seem to have this sort of glossed-over look to your eyes...it's as if
you seriously think that being the ASW Heavyweight champion makes you
invincible. Listen up and listen up well, buddy. I don't
care who you are or what your problems are in that ring. I come
to that ring to fight, and I expect the same from you. Whine and
bitch and moan and stamp around the ring like a bull with a cattle prod
up it's ass for all I care...in the end you're gonna be a burned-out
smoldering shell that's short one title. I'm not coming to play
games with you, I'm coming to take that title off of your hands.
By pulling this enraged, projectionist bald monster act and pointing
all your anger and troubles at me, you're making a fool of yourself and
embarassing the whole federation. The ASW deserves a champion who
is calm and cool under pressure. Someone who can take
charge...not someone who can blow up and act like a f***ing
idiot. We have enough of that from David "The Crusher" Dukes, I
assure you.
~~Tacit
shifts in his seat and takes another long sip from the steaming
cup. He pushes his hair back with his hand.~~
TACIT: And I have a few notes
for your playbook, Titan. Take note and heed the words of a
MacDougan, for they are proven to be blunt and true 95% of the
time. Your offering of retribution is certainly admirable.
I'm not sure why or how you pin this on me, who you're offering this
retribution up to, and, quite frankly, I don't really care. Maybe
I don't care because I'm a tough guy punk. Maybe I don't care
because I, apparently, look like I walked off the set of some
movie. This is real life, Titan. This isn't a movie, and
this isn't some pathetic ego-trip you've been riding out on a wave of
painkillers and god knows what else you got in your gold-clouded
mind. This is me and this is you going at it one-on-one. I
look and act like a tough guy because...hell, I don't know. Am I
a tough guy? Do I look like James Dean or the Terminator?
Do I look like Neo? Am I caught in the Matrix? Maybe
someone from a book? Any favorites? I'm sure I could pull
off acting like that too. O'Brian, am I a tough guy?
~~Tacit grabs O'Brian by the
shoulder and swings him around.~~
O'BRIAN: Shit...I don't know. Do you
want to be?
TACIT: Titan 3 thinks so.
O'BRIAN: Sure then. Knock yourself out.
~~O'Brian turns back to the guy he
was talking to. Tacit leans in forward and gets closer. He
narrows his eyes and speaks calmly, quietly, and clearly.~~
TACIT:And, in case someone hasn't told
you yet, your time is over. Sorry to have to burst your precious
little bubble of ignorance, but it had to be done. I hear you
bark, bad-boy, but I have yet to feel your bite. The only thing
even remotely related to you that I worry about is Chloe. You,
however, are nothing to me.
~~He leans back again and resumes a
normal tone.~~
~~Tacit shifts in the booth again
and pulls his legs up from underneath. He sits on the back of the
booth, his feet on the table. He points at the camera.~~
TACIT: And now I'm a "bird-watcher"?
What the bloody piss-f*** does that mean. I'm a bird
watcher. Watch, Titan:
~~Tacit
flips the camera his middle finger and shrugs.~~
TACIT: The bird. Spare us some air
here...people are trying to breath and you're sucking it all up in that
black hole of trying to be understood. The quick solution would
be to just shut up before you say something else equally as
rage-blinded and life-threatening to the rest of us.
O'BRIAN: Mike, why are you sitting like
that?
~~Tacit looks at O'Brian blankly,
and then turns back to the camera. ~~
TACIT: And as for me being
poor...yeah, have a good laugh at it. Have a nice long laugh at
my own misfortune to being born into my shitty-ass situation. So
I didn't have all the nice toys...I didn't have everything given to me
on a silver f***ing platter. Big, tough piece of rat shit,
huh? But you know what? I'm successful. I've made
more money in the past 4 months than most people see in their entire
lives...why? Because I strove long and hard to not stop...to not
call it quits when some ass-sucking bottom-feeder stole it from
me. I get it all the time about my losses...I lost to who?
It's pretty funny, huh? I'm sad to say this, but it's because of
those losses I am at where I am. I owe a lot to those
cretins...and, I can calmly and clearly say, they were better wrestlers
than you could ever be. They ARE the next generation, believe it
or not. They struggled with me in the undercard and midcard,
fought long and hard battles for the achievement of a sub-par title--
in the eyes of most simple-minded twits that walk into this place-- and
built me up to what I am now. They took me and my business to the
farthest reaches of the cosmos and made me great. Two words on my
wealth, Titan..."MacDougan
Entertainment". While you were out there getting your
kicks from doing whatever it is you call that thing you do in the
ring...not quite wrestling, but not entirely unlike falling around into
all the correct places at all the correct times...some how achieving
the goal of fitting the square pieces in the square holes with a
walnut-sized brain powered by a potato and lets off steam in the form
of what you refer to as "words"...while you were out there sliding your
Armanied ass into the slot of "World Heavyweight Champion", I was
building a multi-media empire out of nothing more than a flopped court
case, a broken down, balls-to-the-walls gym, a small camera crew, a
stubborn and out-dated father, and small investments in various
federations. To date, we have the most popular and frequently
visited club in all of Pittsburgh, a second out-of-city gym and school,
and a whole host of clients slowly building in-ring reputations.
Oh, and I could mention the art gallery and the fledgling recording
studio, but why flaunt it, huh? I could buy and sell your ass
like it was blue chip garbage.
~~Tacit stands and holds up his
finger, pausing from the long monologue.~~
TACIT: But I won't because I prefer
to fight for what I deserve. Meanwhile, you make threats that I
will be the next warm victim. Me? You think that because
you are the Heavyweight Champ you can...you can...you can-
~~Tacit climbs onto the table
and points down at the camera, yelling.-~~
TACIT: VIOLATE ME?!
Unacceptable, Titan! UNACCEPTABLE!!!
O'BRIAN: Mike, get down.
~~Tacit crouches down on the table,
leveling his face with the camera. He taps the cameraman on the
chest with his finger, causing the camera to rock back and forth a
little.~~
TACIT: I don't know what you have
planned in that sick head of yours, but if it involves violating me,
you have another thing coming. I'm not going to willingly let you
violate me. What kind of freak do you think I am?
Huh? You even try to violate me, I'll stomp your face back down
the hole it came from. I don't know what kind of weird things go
down in Miami, but in Pittsburgh we don't go for that horseshit.
You touch me in any way other than a wrestling move, and you'll pull
back a stump.
~~Tacit chuckles and stands back up
on the table and begins to pace.~~
TACIT:I am evolved, Titan. I am
better than you, deal with it. I may come off looking and
sounding like a tough guy-- because I am a tough guy-- but what I'm
here for...just why I've been thrown into the mix...the reason why you
have to face the next greatest thing the ASW has ever known...I'm here
because I've been sent to destroy you. I have been awarded the
chance to take the reigns of this great federation and raise it's
stinking, steaming, heaping mass of over-commercialized, dried-out, and
whitened pile of federation dog shit to the next level. I have
been granted the gift to hunt down-- that which I deserve and have
earned through countless hours of training and hard work, tactical
power-playing and comprimise-- I have been granted the boon of taking
your sorry ass on and claiming what belongs to me. I'm not here
for you, I'm not here for the belt. I'm here for the title.
TACIT: When you understand that...when you
climb out from under your rock and realize the game is up...the cards
are all out on the table and I'm sweeping in the chips with a
shit-eating grin, blowing smoke in your tattered and broken face...when
you can comprehend that I don't care about you or the belt...when you
know that what I'm after is the title...when I have attained the right
to wear my birthright proudly on my sleeve...when I can truly claim and
show dominance over you and all those sorry pieces of cow cud like
you...it'll already be too late.
~~Tacit leaps down off the table
and begins to walk toward the door.~~
TACIT:And Peon...peon...PEON! And
you have the balls to call ME a PEON?! Look at yourself,
Titan. What do you see every morning when you look in the
mirror? Do you see the same kid that started wrestling because it
was fun, or pleasureably painful, or kinky, or whatever, or do you see
someone who is burning out and fading away in a blaze of hot lights and
glittering gold? So you're the ASW World Heavyweight Champion as
well as 1/2 Tag Champion? Pat yourself on the back, buddy.
You did good, and you deserve the gold star. You really do.
But, well, it's time for someone else to shine. It's time to let
go before you lose it all.
~~He pauses at the doorway and
looks into the camera.~~
TACIT: You
make a fine tag-team player. I can't take that away from
you...yet. If I had a partner...someone who can comprehed those
spooky, mysterious things called "multisyllabic words" and identify
basic colors and shapes...If I had a partner who I could rely on, that
would change as well. But, honestly, I couldn't give two monkey
shits in a barrel of bananas about the Tag Titles. I'm rebuilding
the better ASW from the ground up, and that means I start by taking the
lead and hauling out the trash thats already cluttered our Champion
lists. That means I have to go through you...our esteemed and
honored World Heavyweight Champion...to get that task
accomplished. I'm sorry you had to be in the way, but that's just
the way things go, I suppose. No hard feelings, champ?
~~Tacit widens his brows to a look
of questioning, but lets them snap back into place into a his casual
grin with a wink of the eye. He turns and begins to walk out of
the coffee shop again, speaking over his shoulder. ~~
TACIT:If I sound condescending and
asinine, Titan, it's because I am. After your display of raw,
brutish stupidity on camera, I feel like I'm talking to a child.
Maybe in order for you to understand my purpose for being here...my
purpose for destroying you...maybe I do have to imagine I'm
talking to a child.
~~Tacit blends into the seething
crowd that hovers around the popular establishment. O'Brian
rushes out from inside chasing after Mike. Somewhere, off in the
crowd of bikers, middle-aged yuppie espresso fiends, white trash
teenage angst freaks, and "cooler-than-Jesus" gear-headed computer
junkies we hear the call of the future World Champion, chiding,
goading, and taunting his opponent.~~
TACIT: ...and I thought I was done with
that bullshit when I buried Dukes under a pile of his own filth.
Oh well...see you in the ring, munchkin pudwhacker.
~~And as the masses swarm into the
coffee house, all of them looking to take up the now unoccupied booth
that once held the stuff of pure legend and greatness firmly in it's
ass-grooved and age-beaten seat, we fade to inky blackness, the sound
of Skinny Puppy's "Assimilate" blare over the cheap sound system.
And we all go back to our daily lives, calmer and happier knowing that
someone with control and determination is on the case of building a
better ASW.
An ASW where "Tacit" Mike MacDougan will be the new World Heavyweight
Champion.~~
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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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