Date of RP: 5-28-03
Location:HAVEN
Current Record: 7-2-1
Accomplishments: 3X ASW TV Champion (current)
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"...i
can try to get away
but i've
strapped myself in
i can try to
scratch away
the sound in
my ears
i can see it
killing away
all of my
bad parts
i don't want
to listen
but it's all
to clear
hiding
backwards inside of me
i feel so
unafraid
annie, hold
a little tighter
i might just
slip away..."
--NIN, The Becoming
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~~The
room is quiet, save for the ticking of a clock. As the darkness
subsides, we find ourselves in the office of HAVEN sitting across from O'Brian in his
usual black jeans and t-shirt. He glances around the room and
nods to the door. He speaks quietly.~~
O'BRIAN: You haven't heard much from me of
late...something about Mike wanting to take the lead in this match and
completely stomp the "moronic twit we call 'Oh captain, my captain'"
into a bloody stump by himself. Yeah, I'd say he's doing a good
job of it, but I wanted to get my two cents in before the two of them
take a walk on the wild side and smash each other to pieces with their
fists. I'm his manager, for bloody f***s sake, and I intend to be
heard.
~~O'Brian looks up and down himself
shrugging.~~
O'BRIAN: I'm
a pasty-white and scrawny Irishman...not exactly the posterboy for
GQ...so I'm not exactly window-dressings to keep in the
background. I have a function, folks, and that function is to
make sure my man Mike doesn't do something stupid and shows up to his
matches on time...but I also can talk. He's in the bathroom, so
listen up. Generally he takes as long as he wants when he's in
there, so we should have at least a good 15 minutes of conversation
before he decides to come out and grace us with his presence...and, of
course, take total f***ing control of the camera. Pushy bastard...
~~O'Brian takes a swig of water and
runs his hands through his blaze-red hair.~~
O'BRIAN: Anyway, despite what my boy says, he
is someone with a lot of pain in his past. I want to take you on
a quick trip down memory lane and tell you some of the back story of my
boy before he comes out and tries to hide it. Mike was born to
Krev MacDougan...formerly of ASW fame...and a woman named Ann back in
1980. Since Krev was always on the road, he never got to see his
young boy, and, alas, the relationship fell apart and he ended up not
seeing the boy at all. Ann had no other relatives for the boy to
go to when she died of cancer in 1986. He was 6 at the time, and
ended up going to his father who hadn't seen the kid since he was
2. The 6 year old Mike didn't like his father, and he blamed
everything on him. Regardless, he went to live with him, and,
eventually, turned to his father's lifestyle. Wrestling, that is,
not alcoholism. He trained beside his father in the gym until he
was able to work there himself. That was when he was 16.
His father began to wrestle again, and Mike set out on the long path of
building himself up to be the strongest, fastest wrestler ever.
After working on himself for a good 5 years or so, he tried out in a
couple of small independant promotions, but wasn't very
well-recieved. Sure, he could pull off the wins, but it just
didn't seem to work out for him...the fan-base he wanted just wasn't
there. He left, thinking himself a failure, and went to go search
for his mother.
~~We
hear something smash in the bathroom, and then a short string of
curses. Mike calls out from the bathroom.~~
TACIT: THE MIRROR IS BROKEN!
~~O'Brian looks up and yells back.~~
O'BRIAN: HOW?
TACIT: I ELBOWED IT ON
ACCIDENT. Again...
O'BRIAN: WE'LL GET IT FIXED WHEN WE GET BACK
FROM GREENVILLE.
~~O'Brian turns back to the camera,
shaking his head.~~
O'BRIAN: Sometimes he's so clumsy I wonder how
he even got this far...anyway, he went to look for his mother, who, as
I said earlier, died when he was 6. Mike just completely lost it,
and disappeared off of the face of the earth. This worried Krev
so much he quit wrestling completely to look for him himself.
Some of you may remember that was after his fairly decent stint as ASW
Canadian Champ back in 2000. He fought Sonny back then for that
title, and made sure Sonny never defeated him in the ring. I
talked to Krev about it one day...I guess his whole determination back
then was to show the Crypt of Blood he had no fear of them. Deep
down inside, I'm sure he did. Anyway, Krev eventually found Mike
and got him some institutional help...sent him to Bellview Mental
Hospital in New York. By then Mike didn't really make much sense
to anyone, and this made Krev feel like shit. He pretty much left
wrestling until Mike started to show signs of improvement.
Eventually Krev came around and joined a fed called W3, but thats a
different story. After a 3 year stay in Bellview, Mike was
released...mostly through the influence of his father...and decided to
give another go at wrestling. He joined ASW.
~~O'Brian leans forward as some
more commotion is heard in the bathroom.~~
~~O'Brian leans back, slightly, and
continues. Mike can be heard in the bathroom laughing at
something.~~
O'BRIAN: From the very day that Krev got
custody of Mike, he's been a pain in the ass. Mike has a tendency
to dislike authority, but get pissed off if someone questions his
own. I've never heard a lie come out of Mike's mouth, and I doubt
he'd even attempt it. For one, I don't think he'd be any good at
lying, and, secondly, it just doesn't seem to be his style. For
some strange reason, he's convinced the truth is always more horrible
than a lie, so he's perfectly happy making peoples lives a living hell
by telling it straight to their faces. No big feat...his father
has done it his entire career, and look where it got him, eh?
O'BRIAN: Anyway, I heard that Titan 3 claimed
Mike doesn't know loss. That really isn't true...see, when Mike
was 16, and, being like any other stupid kid, he did some stupid
things. Somethings that he would later regret and rather
forget. One of those stupid things was trying to elope with a
girl that Krev only knew as "Kitty." Krev guessed she had some
other real name, but thats all he ever knew her by. Mike decided
to run off with Kitty after getting her pregnant, fearing the wrath of
his father. There was an accident and Mike wrecked Krev's beloved
"Widowmaker"...a motorclycle he had kept for years. Mike spent a
few months in a cast and a week in a coma, and the Motorcycle was
easily fixed. Unfortunately, though, Kitty and Mike's unborn
child were killed in the crash. Mike had trouble recouping from
that loss for quite some time. No matter what Krev, or his uncle
Shawn and uncle Jason...that would be Shawn Holliday and Jason
Sensation...did could bring him out of his slump. He was
destroyed.
~~O'Brian shakes his head.~~
O'BRIAN: Eventually Mike came out of it, but
Krev said he was never the same. He missed most of his last year
of high school because of it, and ended up having to go back for his
GED when he was ready for it. It's a shame, but its life...that
seems to be the only way Mike can look at it without falling apart.
~~O'Brian
leans back as Mike lets out another burst of laughter and yelling.~~
TACIT: Yes, yes...LORD OF HUMANS,
I WILL RULE THE WORLD WITH AN IRON FIST!!! YOU! OBEY THE
FIST!!!
~~O'Brian
blinks and begins again. ~~
O'BRIAN: As much trouble as
he always was, Krev still loved him nonetheless. When he was 9,
he managed to completely scorch Krev's kitchen. When he was 11,
he got Krev arrested at a Steelers game. When he was 12, he broke
Krev's nose with a baseball bat. When he was 14, he got drunk on
a bottle of Krev's whiskey and somehow found his way to Buffalo.
When he was 19, he was picked up by the Mounties in Niagra in a
whorehouse raid. They shaved his head because, apparently, he was
popping off to them and there wasn't really anything else they could do
to him. The list goes on and on...it's been one long, difficult
trip for Mike and his dealing with authority. One long trip that
has brought us here...to the point in time where "Tacit" Mike MacDougan
faces off against the feared Titan 3.
~~Another burst of yelling erupts
from the bathroom.~~
TACIT: FOOLS!!! YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT POWER YOU
TOY WITH!!!
~~O'Brian
grins.-~~
O'BRIAN: I told you he was a hellion.
~~Another round of smashing can be
heard from the bathroom. The door opens and the light blinks
out. Mike steps out in just a pair of cargo shorts and holding
the recent issue of "Pro-Wrestling Monthly."~~
TACIT: Toilet's broken too.
O'BRIAN: How did you break the toilet?
~~Tacit shrugs and plops himself
down in the large armchair.~~
TACIT:It wasn't working, so I kicked it.
O'BRIAN: You kicked the toilet for not working?
TACIT: It was a piece of junk
anyway. It'll be fixed. Ahh, yes, I see the camera is now
running. Scurry off, filthy assistant. I have a promotion
to cut.
~~Tacit stretches out on the chair
as O'Brian simply leans back out of the way.~~
TACIT: I'm going to make this short,
Titan. In a few mere hours we square off for the greatest prize
the ASW has to offer. I hope you slept well last night. I
hope your dreams were filled with visions of gumdrops and lollipops,
because you sure as hell won't be getting any candy tonight when I
destroy you. I know that its sort of rude to not even wait to
hear what you had to say, but, honestly I couldn't really care if you
comprehended my prior message or not. You blindly and foolishly
stumbled into your own demise...calling on the front office to give you
some competition. Who did you seriously think they were going to
send after you? Stevie Cool? No, no, no...they send Stevie
Cool and his assorted band of misfits and ass-kissers after no-name
midcard losers like the TV Champion, not the World Heavyweight
Champion. Tsk, tsk, tsk...
~~Tacit sighs.~~
TACIT: But, you know, I'm going to
miss them. They were mildly entertaining, and certainly some
quality filler to what was an otherwise boring run to the top. If
you get a chance, I would recommend playing with them sometime.
Maybe you'll be able to pick up a few pointers.
~~He grins and leans forward.~~
TACIT: I
would also recommend David "The Crusher" Dukes. I'm sure you guys
will have a few things in common, and will probably hit it right
off. I mean, the slope of your combined foreheads might make one
nomral, straight head. Oh, and I guess I did defeat him for his
title...after tonight that'll be one more thing the two of you have in
common.
~~Tacit leans even closer, letting
the smile fade away from his face. His eyes drain of all
lightness and emotion. ~~
TACIT:But don't get back up after I put
you down. Two humiliating losses in a row is never good for a
career. Don't send any of your goons or lackeys or whatever you
call guys like Aztek after me. Don't even look at me after I take
that title from you.
~~He leans back and smiles.~~
TACIT: Or, in the infinately wise words of
David Dukes, I'll slap the taste right out of your mouth.
~~He makes a quick slapping motion
with his hand and lets out a small chuckle. O'Brian chimes in
from off screen.~~
O'BRIAN: That's right, Mike!
Kick his ass, and then sit down and then get up a little later and kick
his ass some more! That would be cool!
~~Tacit grins and leans close to
the camera, speaking slowly and calmly.~~
TACIT: This man here...this "Angst
Superstar"...he's a mean, nasty man. He'd cut you and then
sprinkle your wounds with rock salt. He'd shove bamboo splints
under all your fingernails if only had some bamboo. He'd light
your head on fire and give you a can of gasoline to put it out
with. He'd send a flock of pigeons and a bag of seed to your
front lawn and let them do their ditry work. He'd drive a golf
cart through hell and back for the chance to drive a 9-iron straight
through your ugly mug. You know him...he hates everything and
everyone. He's a mean, nasty, uncaring man who deserves only one
thing in this misreable, horrid, and filthly little world...
~~He leans back in the chair,
taking advantage of it's full comfort position.~~
TACIT:..your ASW World Heavyweight Title.
~~He lets out another short chuckle
as we fade to black.~~ |
"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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