Date of RP: 6-3-03
Location:One of many Pittsburgh bridges
Current Record: 7-3-1
Accomplishments: 3X ASW TV Champion (current)
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"...it
wont give up it wants me dead
goddamn this
noise inside my head
it wont give
up it wants me dead
goddamn this
noise inside my head
it wont give
up it wants me dead
goddamn this
noise inside my head
it wont give
up it wants me dead
goddamn this
noise inside my head
it wont give
up it wants me dead
goddamn this
noise inside my head
it wont give
up it wants me dead
goddamn this
noise inside my head
it wont give
up it wants me dead
goddamn this
noise inside my head
it wont give
up it wants me dead
goddamn this
noise inside my head
it wont give
up it wants me dead
goddamn this
noise inside my head..."
- --NIN The Becoming
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~~Failure.
It's a word that can send shivers down your spine and crush the
greatest dreams...if you know it is in store for you. Failure is
a horrible thing to go through when you know you had no other
option...but what if you didn't? What if the failure you suffer
is a failure that was unforseen? What if your failure is
something that you never expected.
With this type of failure, there is no anticipation...no readying
oneself for the oncoming onslaught of feelings. You are not ready
for the failure...and it hits you like a runaway dumptruck full of
bricks, scattering itself and you across the landscape in one big
smear. Unforseen failure can kill.
But, then again, what if you don't have feelings? What if your
feelings are shoved back down, deep inside of you, hidden to even your
own inward-glancing gaze? What if your feelings are nothing more
than a fleeting memory of what was and what probably never could be
again?
If you don't have feelings, and you suffer from unforseen failure, you
turn to blind rage. You scratch at the voices in your head, the
voices that call you a failure, and you scream back at them. You
tell them it just doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter, because in the end, nothing really matters.~~
TACIT: He's in pain...that much is
obvious. We'll deal with that.
~~As we fade in, we find ourselves
on the expanse of a bridge crossing a mighty river. The air is
cold and wet, and the skies are dark. There are a few cars on the
road, and they zip by in a flash of broken noise and a misty spray of
rainwater. There are two figures walking across the bridge, in
the fenced-off walking lane that crosses the bridge. One figure,
Mike MacDougan, steps heavily on the damp pavement with his combat
boots, mindlessly stepping over puddles as to not get his jeans
wet. A trenchcoat wraps around his frame like a Christmas
present. Beside him walks O'Brian, blaze-red hair blowing in the
breeze and with his fists shoved into his pockets, nodding to Tacit
Mike MacDougan.~~
O'BRIAN: Then
how did it happen?
~~Tacit glances up at O'Brian
shrugging.~~
TACIT: We know he didn't outsmart
me...that guy couldn't think his way out of a wet paper bag. He
simply out-wrestled me. He has the experience. It isn't
going to help him next time. Next time is going to be a different
story. Next time...next time I destroy him. I am making it
my goal...my destiny...to destroy him. No matter where he is at,
I will find him and destroy him. He took away from me my sole
chance so far...the very first shot at the top. He stood in my
way and continues to stand in my way. For his insolence, he will
pay.
O'BRIAN: He could be just better.
~~Tacit
snorts.~~
TACIT: Lesser beings like T3
don't deserve to be better, only have freakishly odd breaks. He
outdid me this time, but he will be destroyed. He is the first
roadblock in the way of where I deserve to be, and I will make sure he
stands as a roadblock no more.
~~Tacit hawks a loogie down over
the side of the bridge into the river, a wad that disappears after a
second into the darkness below. The two continue to walk in
silence for a few moments, the sound of their breathing and the
rhythmic patters of the rain broken by the occasional car passing
by. After a few moments, O'Brian turns to Tacit.~~
O'BRIAN: So now what?
~~Tacit
gazes off the bridge into the distance as they walk.~~
TACIT: Now we keep on going like we were
before. Now we continue to battle it out in and out of the ring
against those horrid little monsters I have in my division. They
won't stop coming, and the only thing to face up to now is the
present. If Rose gives me someone to defend my title against, I
defend it. If I see any other opportunities, I take them.
There is no stopping me now...I have nothing to lose beyond the TV
Title...and, as it seems, I'm the best the mid-card has to offer.
Is that defeat speaking? No, that is certainty. I lost my
chance against Titan 3, but I won't lose it again. I just have to
take advantage of everything possible to get another chance at facing
him. Somehow...some way...I'll figure out some way of getting
back at him. Now, now there is only the present. Now I face
Stevie Cool, yet once again, for the defense of the TV Title...yet once
again.
TACIT: I said before I was getting sick of
facing these guys...that these guys no longer held any challenge for
me. I'm still going to stick by that...until someone proves me
otherwise. If Stevie Cool thinks he is that man, by all means,
bring him on. If he thinks he can take it to the next level...if
he thinks he can defeat me and take my title, he is certainly in a
position to do so Wednesday night. If he can pull off
that...somehow warp reality as we know it and send us hurdling through
a vortex of chaos and confusion...simply remake all known existance as
we have come to know existance...and claim my title from me, he
deserves to be called the TV Champion.
~~Tacit grins, still walking and
talking.~~
~~Tacit stops and turns to the
camera.~~
TACIT: It all seems pretty shitty, doesn't
it, Stevie Cool? It all seems like an exercise in
futility...trying to get something you can never have as long as I'm
where I'm at. Yeah, I suppose you could say I blew all my chances
by losing to that insignificant and babbling pile of human waste Titan
3...you could say that it seemed futile for me to even try taking his
title...but theres a difference. Where I was in a position to
take what rightfully was mine...and somehow failed to do so...you are
in a position where you have a chance to take something that doesn't
belong to you. You, too, will somehow fail to do so. You
will fail to do so because it is what I, Tacit, wills.
~~Tacit turns and continues to
walk, O'Brian at his side.~~
TACIT: But why do you even want to be TV
Champion, Stevie Cool? Does it seem cool to you to be a
Champion? Is everyone else doing it? That can't be it...not
everyone can be a Champion. Maybe you have a hero? Someone
you look up to? Someone who is in a position higher than you and
you want to be like them...you want to throw aside your strange little
affectation for everything else everyone is wearing or saying or doing
and stand out, maybe? Maybe you want to become more than what you
are now...a lowly, meanial task wrestling drone used as filler and
fluff? Maybe the thing that you desire...the image you want to
remake of yourself and your blind, hive-minded self...maybe what you
really, really desire deep, deep down is to be more like...Tacit?
~~He
grins and wags a finger in the air, talking to the camera over his
shoulder.~~
TACIT: But not everyone can be like Tacit,
can they? If everyone was like Tacit, the great intelligent
virtuoso, the wonderous Angst Superstar, there wouldn't be much to
Tacit, would there? I really appreciate your following of me and
my magnifiicent career, Stevie Cool, I really do...but I cannot allow
it. I cannot sit idly by as someone else...someone
so...commercially-brainwashed...tries to be like me. See, that is
why I cannot allow you to become TV Champion. It isn't about the
belt...and it is barely about the title....it is about you trying to be
me. There is only one Tacit in the ASW...in the WORLD, for that
matter...and I cannot allow someone lesser to become like me, let alone
become me-- it just wouldn't be right. But I won't mind if you
buy and wear my t-shirts or even root me on during matches. Hell,
you can root me on in OUR match, if you want, and I won't think any
lesser of you. But when you cross that line...when you attempt to
become me or like me...that is where I start having troubles.
~~O'Brian
narrows his brows at Tacit.~~
O'BRIAN: Man, you lost it.
~~Tacit continues to talk, ignoring
O'Brian.~~
TACIT: Mr. Cool, when you have a
chance to step away from the screaming hoard of mindless 12-year old
teenie-bopper girls and your Dockers, I'd like to propose something for
you to try. I would like you to try to be original. I don't
mean in your wrestling or in your style. I simply mean for you to
try to be original in thought. Think for yourself, not with your
balls or what record companies or television or magazines want you to
think. I want to make sure that there is, somewhere deep inside
that mass-produced mind, a single independant thought. What do you want with this title,
Cool? What does Stevie Cool want, as opposed to what Stevie Cool
is led to believe, want with the ASW Television Championship?
~~The two edge near the end of the
bridge and the end of the partial shelter the bridge cage walk way gave
them. They slow down as Tacit continues to speak to the camera.-~~
TACIT: For this answer, I will
require you not to make reference with anyone...Mr. X or anyone
else. This one is supposed to come from deep within you.
This answer hinges on you and you alone. If you turn to anyone
else at all for this answer, you will have no respect from me. I
will turn away from you and never, ever allow you to hold a title that,
in part, plays directly off of the beliefs and words of the
holder. I will never allow you to hold the ASW TV Title if you do
that. Besides, you might take it with you somewhere like
MTV or something.
~~Tacit shudders.~~
TACIT: If I felt any emotion, I
suppose it would have been fear just now. Or sickness or
something very, very distrurbing to me.
~~Tacit pauses and turns to the
camera.~~
TACIT:Do you know why? Its because
it is those very things...that overcommercialization of a subculture,
the capitalization of a niche market into something massively available
to everyone in neat little throw-away packages that can be consumed and
thrown out as a fad. Remember punk culture? Yeah...safety
pins and mohawks, that whole DIY attitude and the balls and pride of
not selling out for money. Guess what...it was sold oh so
well. I find it pretty chilling, as well as funny, to find a
subculture that was based off of the Do It Yourself attitude...a giant
middle finger to corporate America and what they did to destroy the
music industry...a subculture that starved in shitty appartments and
froze in clothes barely able to keep the owners warm...a group of
individuals who would rather die than sell out and become the norm...a
subculture with strong undertones of anarchy and anticapitalism...I
found it disturbing to find pop culture devoured like it was disco or
heavy metal...and it was the very same music industry that they were
against took them in and spit them out mass-produced. We find the
echoes of the last great act of defiance in Avril Levine or
Blink-182...but it isn't the same. It has no soul, and it is
based entirely off of selling it off to the highest bidder. They
made it a little more poppy and happy, cut out some of the harsh
guitars and expanded on the simple 3-chord design...all so that it
could be better disgested by the public. And, to think, Avril
Levine had never even listened to The Ramones before a year ago...and
she calls herself punk. It's sick.
~~He begins again.~~
TACIT: But where do I fit? Titan 3
called me "goth," whatever the hell that is...something that died off
long ago but no one has told them they're dead yet. I'm not this
so-called "goth" creature they speak of...I guess you could slate me
with being industrial...a rivethead...but is that entirely true?
Most of those guys are too busy with their heads full of wires and
their arms covered in soldering iron and grease to even pay any
attention to the world around them. Most of those guys have
trouble with simple math...and will never be found alive in a suit and
tie. Close, I suppose, if they were more intelligent...but we are
getting closer. I used to claim to be a punk, but, alas, that is
no longer a safe term for a free-thinker anymore, is it?
Hippie? Not even close. Greaser? Nope, try
again. Prep? Don't make me laugh. Geek? Maybe
Titan 3 was getting pretty close there, but, despite his win over me,
his leg probably won't be feeling all that well for awhile...a geek
could do astrophysics for you, not tear and shread muscles in your
leg. Someone sent from the hell of his own mind to destroy the
world and remake it as he sees fit...now we're starting to get
somewhere...but we're still way off.
O'BRIAN: You can't be classified, Mike.
~~Tacit stops and slaps O'Brian on
the shoulder.~~
TACIT: And
the Irishman wins the prize! That's right...I can't be
classified, because, simply put, I am a free-thinker. I could say
that Titan 3 calling me a goth or geek or whatever it was he called me,
hurt, but it didn't. Do you know why, Stevie Cool?
Simple. Clasisfication is a system of memory managment for lesser
beings. Do you know why people are racist? Because its
natural and it helps to classify things. Stereotypes and
discrimination are a natural benefit of the western mind...something
that gives the common European and North American person the ability to
seperate people and faces with the actions, beliefs, and history of
those individuals. I suppose you could call each person an
indivual in that sense, but, alas, that isn't necessarily so.
See, in addition to this mechanization that allows us to seperate
people from their brothers or fathers or classmates or whatever, we are
a communal people. We turn to subcultures and stereotyping to
become part of an accepted group of people. We try to do
everything in our power to be accepted by our peers, to find a group to
identify with and become a part of. It is that most basic of
human social instincts in action in modern times...strength in numbers.
~~Tacit smiles as he continues to
walk. ~~
TACIT:And that is why I am new...why I am
evolved...why I am unique. I have no group to cling to. I
have no image to enhance or impress. I have, simply put,
Tacit. There isn't anything else, and I don't need anything
else. I have all I need...right here.
~~Tacit taps himself on the head
with his forefinger.~~
TACIT: Thats also why I'm dangerous,
Stevie Cool. You don't know what to expect from me, you cannot
classify me and use that stereotype classification to figure out how
I'm going to act or what I'm going to do. You have no basis of
comparison when the man you face is the only man like him alive.
With a man like that...with a man like me...all that is left is fear
and hope, luck and skill. I've made sure I'm at the top of my
game in those departments.
~~He pauses at the end of the
bridge and turns to the camera.~~
TACIT: I have no fear. I need no
hope. Luck is irrelevant. Skill...skill is the key,
and skill is what I posess. Skill is what will destroy you.
~~Tacit begins to walk again, now
off the bridge and towards the city. O'Brian follows beside him.~~
TACIT:It is my skill and uniqueness that
will destroy you, Cool. You have nothing on me, and I won't be
disappointed if you ignore my questions and concerns. I'll simply
pass it off as you being a lesser being incapable of individual
thought.
~~He stops and speaks to the camera
over his shoulder.~~
TACIT:But if you do find your uniqueness
somewhere inside of you, you have a long and glorious road ahead of
you. Unfortunately, that road does not include defeating me for
the TV Title. That is a detour you're going to have to take some
other time. Sorry, but this title is mine right now.
~~The two begin to walk again,
disappearing into the darkness 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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