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| Date of RP: 02/07/03 Current Record: 9/1/3 Current Accomplishments: IWF Heavyweight Champion |
~~Discord...how
the bell is struck, and, for a fleeting moment, a sound that isn't
quite right...out of tune. Does that mean that the bell is
broken? Does that mean that the bell needs to be scrapped, melted
down, and remolded into something that won't strike a bad note?~~ KMD: Just one cigar, what's it gonna hurt? MIKE: Alright. One. ~~Not necessarily...sometimes there are other outside factors that interfere with the perfection of the ring. Perhaps that which is striking the bell is not a good source of a tap. Perhaps the bell isn't set up right, having come into contact with other things that would flaw it's otherwise flawless melody. Sometimes something outside, something that wasn't supposed to be, gets in the way. Interference.~~ KMD: Damn straight...just a little to ease my nerves. ~~Krev lost. Yeah, a big feat at most...he was handed his first IWF loss of the year. Arguably, some could say Halo pinned KMD...he might have won one momentary battle, but the war that night was far from over, and KMD did indeed come out on top. He lost...it hurts, it really does...but it was probably the sweetest loss he has had yet. His bell was rang just a little askew...normally it would have been clear as day, but it wasn't. It wasn't because Ebdon out-wrestled him...and it wasn't because KMD wasn't set up right, on his toes. No, he lost because of outside interference...from a man who he had put too much trust in. That's always dangerous, but he went against his better judgement...and he doesn't plan on that happening again. KMD is truly alone in the IWF...the last shining pinacle of hope, especially after a blow from his former stablemate. And there are even doubts about KMD's intentions, of all things...~~ MIKE: Don't make a habit of it. KMD: Habit...bah. MIKE: Yeah, habit. How many were you smoking a day a month ago? ~~Some say that with all the money KMD has come into, he will be corrupted. Some doubt his sincerity, claiming he is as wiley as his old, old stablemate and former friend, Joey Padrino...that it's all a set-up, a scam, to win the confidence of the fans, only to take all of their money and run. The IWF has refused most of KMD's money, instead, relying on bringing themselves out of their own shit. The staff certainly don't seem to much behind KMD, the only vocal and visable staff figure last night being Travis Windsor, the great turncoat. These are dark days indeed...dark days that KMD sees no longer as his right...but his sole responsibility. With every man on the roster out for blood and caring for little else, KMD may turn the same way...~~ KMD: I don't know...one after breakfast, after lunch, in the afternoon, after supper, in the evening, before bed...uh...yeah. MIKE: Damn. ~~...if that happens, the whole IWF is in for a world of hurt.~~ KMD: Yeah...and that wasn't counting the ones I smoked when waiting for the bus, after classes let out, the weekends... ~~The camera slowy fades into a shot of KMD's office. The room is dark, save for a lamp on the desk illuminating a circle in the cluttered office. Mike MacDougan, KMD's son, sits on the couch, unwrapping tape from around his fists. Glinting in the lamplight is the IWF Heavyweight Title, and, behind the desk, is the figure of a a battered and bruised KMD, bandage around his head. He's puffing on a cigar, and, strangely enough, he's smiling wider than he has in months.~~ MIKE: One every so often is alright I suppose. But not to that degree. KMD: Don't plan on it, what with Ebdon doing everything and anything to get an edge on me. Hell, even a man I thought I could trust has turned against me...that leave me with, as back-ups in this highly unstable version of the IWF...me. I'm alone, Mike...and, you know what? ~~Mike shrugs, ripping off tape from a bloodied fist.~~ MIKE: What? KMD: I don't think I've felt any better. MIKE: Huh? You lost to Pete Ebdon, the man you claimed couldn't beat you. ~~Krev chuckles, wagging his finger back and forth at Mike.~~ KMD: As far as I'm concerned, he didn't beat me...Travis Windsor did. Yeah, we'll scratch one up for Ebdon for putting up a valiant effort, but the truth of the matter is that there was no way in hell he could have done it without Windsor's help. What harm came of it, really? I still hold the title, and Ebdon's probably still madder than a hornet's nest being pissed on for having a tainted win...but I still have the title. I still have MY title...and I plan on keeping it for a long, long time. I don't know whether or not to thank or curse Travis Windsor. ~~Mike looks up from his wrappings, blinking.~~ MIKE: Why is that? KMD: Oh, well...like all good magicians, and you should know this better than anyone else, Mike...I'm not about to divulge my secrets...not with these cameras around. ~~Krev motions at the camera, smiling.~~ KMD: In due time I'll make just what I mean known...and it'll blow the roof off of the IWF. Hell, it may even cause Pete Ebdon to blow a gasket...but give it a little time. MacDougan Entertainment needs to put together a little piece for next week before we can divulge of anything. Besides, I love to keep the British Sensation guessing. MIKE: AHA! You admit it! ~~Mike points at KMD, who only replies with an innocent "me?" motion.~~ MIKE: You're playing mind games with Pete Ebdon. KMD: Yeah, maybe I am...but it takes two players to really make it a game, and as far as I can tell, all I'm getting out of Pete Ebdon is a constant reiteration of the fact that I'm old. Yeah, I am old, Ebby, but I'm also the IWF Heavyweight Champion, I'm also the guy who holds 2 wins over your sorry ass compared to your one, and I'm also the guy who will continue to piss you off just because I think it's fun. Maybe I'm playing with fire here, and, as my momma always said, if you play with fire, you're gonna get burnt...or piss the bed...or something to scare me away from the kitchen matches. Hell, I can't remember...I was 4 last time I saw her. The point is, I've been playing around with fire so long that I know how to use it...I can work with it...I am it's master, and it obeys me. Try as you may, but you're a long, long way from getting the title shot you so think you deserve. Give it a little work- MIKE: A little? KMD: Alright, a lot of work, and you'll get it again. But don't look for any help from Travis Windsor next time, because I'm willing to bet you won't want him to...especially not after this weeks tainted victory. ~~Krev takes a long puff from his cigar.~~ KMD: But, a victory is a victory, no? Congradulations on being the first man in the IWF to come off with a complete win over KMD, because it may be awhile before anyone can claim that again...especially you. ~~Mike stands up, tossing the wrapping scraps into a garbage can and going to the fridge. He turns to KMD, and KMD nods, holding up a finger. Mike pulls out two bottles and works at getting their caps off.~~ MIKE: Why are you even talking about Ebdon? Don't you have other fish to fry? KMD: Oh, that I do...but it's just sort of become a customary thing, you know...for the past month, it's been Ebdon this or Ebdon that...hell, I've gotten used to talking to and about him, that I've almost neglected the rest of the roster...but don't think I've forgotten. Oh hell no. ~~Mike hands KMD a bottle and re-seats himself on the couch.~~ KMD: I haven't forgotten about the little shot that Asswype has earned himself, moving himself up to the #1 contendor spot for all of the Anti-Trust's glory. Revel in your spot, 'Wype, because you won't be there long...no, not with Pete Ebdon hot on your heels, looking to work himself back up there. But can you fight him off? You might be able to claim you can take me on...you might be able to claim that your young punk ass will be able to run circles around this "old and wrinkly body-" ~~Krev looks down at himself, shirtless, bulging with finely-chiseled muslces, and shrugs.~~ KMD: Where ever the hell you guys get off saying that, I don't know...maybe you scrape that off of your own ball sacks, I don't know...but maybe I won't be able to keep up with you. Yeah, I've certainly proved that little asinine statement wrong in the past, and I'm sure as hell not going to let it come true in the future...maybe in 20 years, but not now. You see, and all of you should pay attention, KMD is a MacDougan, and the thing about MacDougans is that they work like fine wines...they actually get BETTER with age. Mike here, he's good...damn good...but theres something Mikey boy lacks, and that is experience and knowledge. Yeah, Ebby got the drop on me the other night, setting up a nice little trap with that butt pirate friend of his, but that doesn't matter...simply because if you piss me off, I'm going to come back even stronger. No one plays games with KMD...except Ebdon, because I like to make him think he's going somewhere...maybe because I think he can...I dunno. But you, 'Wype? Naw...I don't think so...not now, not yet. When you prove yourself worthy of being the #1 contendor, then maybe I'll give you the respect you think you deserve...but winning your contendor match at Wrestlepolooza only proves one thing...you're better than those other losers. ~~Krev takes a long swig of his beer, still smiling.~~ MIKE: Stop smiling so much...it's getting on my nerves. KMD: What can I say? I'm loving it...all of it...first loss or not. My loss only proves one thing. MIKE: What's that? ~~Krev motions at the camera, smiling.~~ KMD: I'm doing my job. Ebdon, I'm sure you'll have a few choice and finely-cut, Grade-A words for me...and 'Wype, well, just try, kid...try to stay where you are. Try to move up, but don't lose your head in the process...because there are bigger dogs out there willing to do anything, and go through anyone, to get in the position you are now at, and being in the #1 contendor spot is just like being in the drivers seat of the Championship, only there is no glory and even less respect. Try, try to beat me...I dare you. ~~We begin to fade to black as Krev takes another swig of beer, and returns to the camera with his million-dollar, shit-eating grin as he swallows.~~ |
