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| Date of RP: 01/28/03 Current Record: 7/0/3 Current Accomplishments: IWF Bad-Ass Champion |
~~Just like clockwork...just like a
machine. It turns, it tumbles, and it all falls into place.
Life, meaning, understanding...reality. Yeah, he got what
he wanted...KMD got what he wanted, verbally, out of Pete Ebdon, but
there is still yet one thing that remains. He found out just
where Ebdon was, what his mindset was, and that there was nothing other
than the last point to be extracted to cut through his thick skull.
He was going to have to beat it into him.~~ VOICE: Krev MacDougan? ~~But it's ok, really. Krev is willing to beat a point into someone. He's done it before, and he is always happy to do it again...it is what he does, anyway. He threw it all out onto the table for Ebdon to look over, think it over, turn it over...and he got the answer that he thought he would. The answer that told him he was gonna be a tough one to crack. It's ok, really. KMD likes the challenge.~~ VOICE: Yeah? ~~He has always liked the challenge, he has always like the opportunity...but...well, sometimes those opportunities come with a tragic feeling, something that keeps him away. Something that he fears, something that keeps him up long nights, drinking away his worries and hiding from the ghosts of his past. Everyone has skeletons in their closets...it's something we have come to expect. We all have fears, we all have doubts. Every man, every woman, every child has something they fear above all else, as well as something that gives them strength, that drives them on to succeed, to become more than they ever desired. To love and be loved...~~ VOICE: Mr. MacDougan, your wife has passed away. I'm sorry- ~~And, like that, it's gone...it's something that breeds the fear, its something that cracks all those fine-lines inside your soul. Every man is a porcelin doll...fragile...with all the tiny imperfections..some are a little more cracked than others, missing noses, fingers, chipped paint and worn clothing. We find ourselves standing at the crossroads of memories, living our days with our heads stuck somewhere else. It never goes away...it's always there, gnawing on you...feeding off of what it is that makes you an individual. Fear.~~ VOICE: ...dead...? How? ~~We all face it at some point...it always comes to surface. What we need to do is face those fears head-on, and tackle them, destroy them...but...sometimes...when the fear is too great...when hearts are broken and lives are forever changed...sometimes it's too hard. Sometimes you just bury it deep and walk away. Fear, a simple one-syllable word that holds so much meaning and so much regret. Failure to hold onto circumstances gone wildly out of our control...an emotion that will kill our dearest treasures. Fear.~~ VOICE: Car accident. They tried to save her, but it was too late. ~~All his early life, he lived with the knowledge that his wife loved him very much, and, although he was always away...he was always on the road...for 5 years solid, going months at a time without seeing her. And then, just like that, she was gone. He threw away those happy years, those first few years...he threw them away for the ring. He threw away all the love and joy, and his son growing up. He missed the first steps, the first words, the first solid food. He missed it all, because he refused to run. Because he refused to turn away. Yeah, there was a point where KMD wasn't chickenshit in that manner...but those years are long gone. Those years, forever framed as a mistake in his mind, are gone. Since then, he has always been afraid of commitment...he has always been afraid of loss...he has battled his fear for 17 years. Fear.~~ VOICE: I understand. And the boy? ~~The atmosphere of the dreamworld, a hazy, foggy world unlike and so like our own. Things are out of proportion...things are always bigger, smaller, taller, thinner, wider than we always remembered them. The dream world is where we go to evaluate our past, to divine our futures. The camera fades in, slighly hazy, slightly foggy, to a small room, wooden, with a man behind a desk, looking over a stack of papers...the man is the embodyment of remorse, of bad news. Krev sits there, a younger man not yet 26...and a boy, maybe 5, in overalls, staring at the massively built figure of KMD.~~ LAWYER: He is to live with you...but we understand because of your job, you need to be away for long periods of time. Is there another guardian who can take care of the boy when you aren't around? ~~The young Krev stares at his feet, nodding slowly. The boy looks stoic, almost statue-esque.~~ KMD: Yeah...the old man. I have a home, and a...well...father...of sorts that lives there. He can take care of him while I'm gone. LAWYER: We understand that this is a hard time for you, but in the best interests of the boy, perhaps if there was an actual family member- ~~The young man holds up his hand, slowly rising to his feet.~~ KMD: With all respects, I don't have a family, and neither does the boy. His mother's parents have already passed away, and she was an only child. The old man is perfectly suitable to raise a child, and I trust him with my life. ~~The lawyer watches Krev, watches his fists clench. Krev walks over to a window and gazes out, looking over the street...people going about their business, unaware of the world. He turns back around, fighting back tears and looks at the boy, still stoic. He turns back to the lawyer.~~ LAWYER: Very well. If you will sign here... KMD: Are you UPS? Does my son look like a package? LAWYER: I'm sorry Mr. MacDougan...but we need to get through- ~~Krev looks away from the man, and instead looks to his son. He walks over to him and squats down, looking him in the eyes. He sighs, running his hand over the boy's head.~~ KMD: ...you have your mother's eyes. We're going to be fine. We'll all be fine. ~~The boy blinks, and then gets an angry look on his face. He pushes his father's hand away and stands up.~~ MIKE: You're not my father. I don't even know my father. ~~The boy runs out of the room, eyes filled with tears. Krev turns back to the lawyer with a look of confusion on his face.~~ LAWYER: It is your fault, you know. ~~Krev gasps, sitting straight up in bed. His heart is pounding, and his head is sweating. He looks around, confused, sad, angry. He pauses, breathing heavily to himself. It is dark out, and the night is far from over. He stands up from bed, trembling, barely able to stand. He wanders over to a mirror in the bathroom and clutches the side of the sink as if he was going to fall off the world. He stares into his eyes...reflected to him across the vastness that is the world of the mirror. A tear runs down his cheek.~~ KMD: I'm sorry...I'm so sorry...I didn't know...I should have. ~~We slowly fade to black, KMD staring into the mirror and biting his lip.~~ ~~We slowly, softy, fade into a shot of the open road, a motorcycle rolling down the highway, full-throttle. It's a top-view, so we watch the motorcycle come into view on one side and watch it leave on the other. It's there for a split second, and then the camera fades into a shot of an empty parking lot in the middle of the day. On a better day, the building behind the man getting off of the motorcycle was a flea market, just outside of the city. He takes off the helmet and looks around, noting the camera. The figure of KMD approaches the camera, unbuttoning his motorcycle jacket.~~ KMD: Glad you made it. I wanted to get in a few words before I got to the arena...just in case I don't make it there. You'll have something here, something that you take to the guys up in the office. Call it my last will and testament before the storm. ~~He runs his hands over his head, squinting into the distance of the parking lot.~~ KMD: Tomorrow, if things go right, I will face Pete Ebdon...a man who claims to have me running scared, a man who thinks the he has disassembled me. No, Pete, you didn't disassemble me, and you don't have me running scared. There are other things that I'm afraid of, and I'm not going to waste my time being afraid someone with the wrestling skills and intellect of a dyslexic chipmunk. I have better things to do...other things to think about...for better or for worse. ~~Krev looks back to the camera, still squinting. He pulls a pair of sunglasses from his pocket and puts them on.~~ KMD: As for getting to know who I am...well, it was a gift to you. A gift in the guise as one long-ass question that I really wanted answered. You're resolute, and I'm not changing you mind by mere words...that much I could have guessed. But you're also deluded into thinking that the world you live in should belong to you...as if the sun revolved around your pompous ass. Newsflash, dipshit, it doesn't. I'm going to have to crack you the hard way...right across the head with a 2x4. ~~He adjusts the sunglasses on his face.~~ KMD: In fact, you mistook my genuineness for being a simple 2-dimensional world. You're a damn fool if you think I disect the world by good and evil, nice and bad. There are levels, man, and I know this...yeah, I slammed you. Yeah, I made it look like you are the bad guy...maybe because YOU ARE THE BAD GUY. Face it, Ebdon, no one likes you because of how you treat people...everyone other than you and maybe your wife are shit in your eyes. I would say that your brother is also up there, but I doubt that...as for the other guys you seem to always have around...we call them lackeys. Henchmen. Goons. They'd sell you off faster than you'd sell off them. But that doesn't concern us, does it? ~~KMD shakes his head and leans against a nearby telephone pole. He shove his hands into his pockets.~~ KMD: No...the battle we are about to embark on is just you and me, one on one. I like that...I like those odds...but I also don't like odds being too bland, too straight-forward. You did me the service of making this a no DQ match, and I'm going to love every second of it. No, I'm not going to tell you what I'm going to do to you, because, quite frankly, I have no clue as to what is going to happen in that ring. Hell, it may not even be me, Ebdon...it could be Sic, it could be Halo. If that's the case...well...tough shit, eh? I'm not in the position to bitch about it...but I will strive to change it. ~~KMD steps farward and begins to circle the camera. It follows.~~ KMD: That's all I'm going to be able to do if thats the case. We don't have to review it...yeah, I walked away when things got too hot...a couple of times. Not all the time. Every title I've ever held I've gone undefeated...with the exception of the Bad-Ass title the first time around. Impressive, no? Yeah, I would certainly say it is...and, as of yet, I am still undefeated in the IWF. Also impressive...but also a simple bad thing. What happens when someone goes on too long without being beaten? Huh? That's right...eventually they fall. Shit happens, and they end up losing it all. My time is coming up...my streak will eventually end. It always does...but it's those breaks that make life worth living. I'd be bored with the sport if I always won...hell, it's part of the reason I left ASW. I was their Canadian Champion, and I held it for a good month and a half or so before issues interupted my life, and the competition went stagnant. So I left...undefeated. ~~He continues to pace, accentuating points with the motion of his hands.~~ KMD: ...and then there was the W3. Guess what, chump. Yep...undefeated there as well. It got boring, so I left...I closed the chapter I meant to close 2 years prior to that...I accomplished what I wanted accomplished. I didn't want their gold, and I didn't want their glory. I wanted nothing more than to close a chapter that had been bothering me. I did it. ~~Krev pauses, looking at the camera.~~ KMD: Before that...a few years before that...there was NAIR-0. You guessed it...undefeated there as well. And I would have left there, but the place closed first. What does all this mean? Yeah, I'm an animal in the ring...and, yeah, I know how to work a crowd. I know how to work a wrestler, and I know how to work even the most steady and astute wrestling scholors. I am the stuff that legends are born of...and a legend that will someday die. A legend that will someday take it's own series of defeats and lie down...sounds good, doesn't it? It really sounds like you have your work cut out for you...it really sounds like that when you do beat me, you will have put down one of the greats... ~~He smiles and then resumes pacing.~~ KMD: ...yep, sounds sweeter than candy, but it isn't going to happen. You see, Ebdon, you aren't the one to do it...I posed the challenge to many, many other men. Many, many other men failed. Yeah, eventually I'll take a series of losses that will package me up and put me away for good...but you won't do it. I have something more important to do, and you stand in the way. I can't, and I will not allow you to stand in my way any longer. As for the battle raging on long after the fight...yeah, it probably will. Maybe you'll beat me then...maybe not after the first try, maybe not after the second try...hell, maybe not after the third, fourth, fifth, sixth...umpteenth until it's redundant try...but you just might be able to pull it off someday. ~~He stops, leans in close, and takes off his sunglasses.~~ KMD: But not today. No, it will be my night...I need this for closure. I need this to live. ~~Krev nods and steps away from the camera. He replaces the sunglasses and walks over to the telephone pole.~~ KMD: I'm not craving the gold...hell, I already have too damn many of the things on my wall as it is. This is to prove a point, to teach a lesson...part of it is for you. It's in my job description. But a larger part of it is for myself...its to tell myself that I will not fail this time, that I will not walk away. That I will stay. ~~He leans forward, pushing off with his leg, and begins to walk towards his bike.~~ KMD: Everyday I play my life over in my head, and think back to whether or not what I've done was right or wrong...relatively speaking. Yeah, I care about what people think of me, yeah, I care about what I think of other people. It's what makes us human, man...its what gives us feeling. If you ignore that, if you utterly and completely do your own thing...if you go the way of the witless and angry punk, then you've already lost a part of yourself that is very dear. What is life without those things? What is life without cares? ~~Krev climbs back on the bike. He turns back to the camera as he takes off the sunglasses and puts the helmet back on.~~ KMD: It's a pretty [CENSORED] boring life indeed. You're wishy-washy, Ebdon. First I'm like you, and I explain a few things, and then I'm not like you. Make up your damn mind. Tell you a little story, although you're gonna bitch and moan about it...but I was just like you, Ebdon. I WAS like you...not now, not again...but WAS. Yeah, I went the road of all ass-kicking and no-cares. But I found something even more powerful when I was going through the act of the rebel...I found out that I was one blunt as hell SOB. I don't bullshit anyone, Ebdon...and I'm not about to. Take it as you will, though, because the only way I'm going to get through to you is by beating it into you. ~~He starts to kick-starts the cycle, but looks up at the camera.~~ KMD: Then again, maybe I'm bullshitting you. Hell if I know. Hell if you know. I know my past, so just leave it at that. I've said enough, and I'm no longer hiding from the ghosts of my past. You can't always be an asshole through life...sometimes, when the situations are right, we find ourselves changing. We find ourselves near the end of the line, debating what and who they really are. When you're there, Ebdon, tell me. Then we can work on a few things...then we can see about making you a legend. Until then, just don't waste my time. ~~Krev slides the visor down over his helmet and kick-starts the cycle in one fluid motion. He zips his coat back up, nods to the camera, the sun glinting off of his helmet, and takes off down the road, kicking up loose gravel. We fade to black.~~ |
