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| Date of RP: 02/14/03 Current Record: 9/1/3 Current Accomplishments: IWF Heavyweight Champion |
~~"Fair"...what
is "fair"? No one really knows, you see...everyone sees fairness
as being something else...generally, it is fair when someone gets their
chance, generally, it is fair when someone is given an equal
opportunity to do whatever it is they want to do. Fairness is a
relative standard, not really with any real implications on the real
world, with the real people, and the real nations, the real
corporations, the real workers...the real...whatever. No bearing
on the real world whatsoever.~~ KMD: Holy shit that was funny... VOICE OVER THE PHONE: I told you, didn't I? Now that's what we call "fucking with somone". ~~Because the world isn't fair...it isn't set up that way, and it never will be. Yeah, people may get their chances, but are things ever truly totally fair? Shit no...why try to create a world that is "fair" when the term doesn't even exist in reality?~~ KMD: He's gonna get another shot, though. Not that I care...there is no way in hell he could beat me...look at him, and then look at me. The kids way out of his league...attaching your mouth to Ebdon's ass doesn't necessarily mean he's gonna help you out, only that he's gonna shit on you in the end. ~~Bitching and moaning about "fairness" in the real world will only get you marginalized, pushed aside, knocked the fuck back down. No, it wasn't a nice thing to do...but, sometimes you can't always be nice...sometimes you have to show the naive the reality of the world. Sometimes you have to let them know that the world isn't fair.~~ VOICE OVER THE PHONE: He's done it before...we've seen it. KMD: Yeah we have...but I'm not worrying about Ebdon anymore. Sure, he's gonna be mad as hell, but whats he gonna do? Help Jaxx get the title that he thinks he deserves? Shit, both of those guys think that they're the best...both of those guys are willing to back-bite each other for this useless hunk of metal. Maybe I should just give it to one of them so that no ones feeling get hurt. VOICE OVER THE PHONE: Seriously? ~~Beyond the "fairness" of the event, we find that Trent Steele is also back with the IWF. Where does he stand? He made it quite clear the last time he was in the IWF that he didn't like KMD and Tann...but Tann is gone. And he comes out this past Showdown as KMD's messenger. Is he with KMD, his fellow Pittsburgher? Is he just doing it as a way of getting back in...or does he have another agenda? Why shouldn't he buddy up with KMD? KMD does hold the title that everyone craves...it would seem the easiest path to getting to where he would want to be...backstabbing someone isn't anything new...Windsor did it to KMD, and we all know damn well that Ebdon would do the same to Jaxx and vice-versa. What is it that Steele wants from the IWF this time around?~~ KMD: Fuck that. If they want it, they're gonna have to earn it. Did you see what Jaxx said about me his last promo? VOICE OVER THE PHONE: Naw man...I don't really keep up with that shit. Just the matches. ~~...whatever his agenda is, whatever KMD's agenda is...those are things yet to be seen. We've found out that all that glitters isn't necessarily gold. Doubt forms in the minds of everyone as KMD did the unexpected from him...no one expected him to do what he did...he's never missed a match, and he's never put the screws to anyone in a technical sense that he did to Ebdon. KMD is turning out to be a little more nasty than everyone thought he was...does that make him a bad guy? Shit no...that makes him a man with a plan.~~ KMD: He started to bitch and moan about it not being fair. Kids in for a world of hurt when Ebdon turns on him...we'll see how fair that shit seems to him. Too bad he doesn't see it coming. ~~The camera slowy fades into a shot of KMD's office. Krev, in a nice suit and smoking a cigar, is on the phone, talking to someone unknown...the voice, over the line and white noise, is vaguely familiar, but not entirely. Theres too much interference to know just who it is. KMD kicks his feet up on his desk, holding both the IWF Heavyweight Champion belt and the IWF Bad-Ass Champion belt on his lap, running his fingers over their embossed faces. He winks at the camera.~~ VOICE OVER THE PHONE: So what are you going to do with the Bad-Ass Title? KMD: Shit...I don't know. You heard Olen...whoever picked it up from that deserted wasteland was the new champion...how it plays out is yet to be seen. He was clearly beaten for his title, but I also have the title. Maybe Joe Miche will wanna try and take it from me...hell, I wouldn't mind him being the Bad-Ass Champion. I think he would complement the list of champions well...but it isn't gonna be as easy as just recieving it from me. On paper, he's the champ, but I'm the guy with this belt. If he wants it bad, he's gonna have to apply to my sense of "fairness". ~~The voice on the other end chuckles.~~ VOICE OVER THE PHONE: So that means he's shit out of luck. KMD: Yeah, pretty much. We'll let the fed-heads decide what is fair...but after the damage this beauty suffered at the hands of that prickish asshole Olen, I'm not sure if anyone is really ready for it...no one appreciates what it means. Maybe I'll just hold onto it for awhile until I'm satisfied that Miche actually has what it takes. Yeah, I'm an asshole like that...but its only "fair", isn't it? VOICE OVER THE PHONE: If you say so, man...but I wouldn't get too caught up in it all. You don't exactly have anyone really at your back yet, do you? If you're hold both the sweetest prize in the game, and the most brutal, thats two fronts of bitches ready to take your shit out. You don't want that...and the fa- ~~There is a pause as KMD grinds out his half-smoked cigar. There is some noise in the background over the phone.~~ VOICE OVER THE PHONE: Shit man...I gotta get going. We'll talk later, alright? KMD: Yeah, no problem, man. Take your time...I'm not going anywhere today. Later. ~~Krev hangs up the phone, and gazes down at the two titles resting on his lap. He drums his fingers on their metal.~~ KMD: Such a busy week... ~~Krev puts the titles on the desk, and sits up, rubbing his temples.~~ KMD: A week of rest was enough...I'm ready to start taking names and working on that damn list. Heavyweight Champion or not, I have a PPV to run...and a certain Canadian jack-ass to show where his place is in the IWF. "Fair"... ~~Krev snorts, laughing. He looks up at the camera.~~ KMD: So I have made Jaxx angry...I've not given him his self-proclaimed right to a match. Cimar a tha sibh, Jaxx? Maybe you've heard it before, boy, but life just isn't fair like that. You're not at the center of the universe, and you are not what people want to see...it isn't fair like that. Accept it. ~~KMD stands and begins to pace around the room, the camera following him.~~ KMD:You say you hate Americans. Yeah, you fit well with Ebdon...like Legos, huh? One question, and it may strike a nerve here...hell, I don't know...I never followed you or your career, because, simply, I never cared. Maybe, just maybe, you couldn't cut it in your homeland...maybe you had to lower your standards and work for some shitty back-woods federation in the anus of the US because you just weren't good enough, you were thrown out, whatever...the question I pose is, if you hate Americans so much, why are you working for an American fed, down on the dick of America, far from the wasteland called "Canada"-A? If you hate us that much, why don't you just get the fuck out of our country? ~~Krev pauses as he picks up the IWF Heavyweight Champion belt.~~ KMD: Does this gold glitter better than that in Canada? I don't hate Canadians...not by a long-shot. Hell, my wife's family was from Canada. Came from Cape Breton...her parents' parents' parents' parents' came from Scotland. They were of clann Chalum Ruaidh. ~~Krev shrugs, putting the belt back down on the desk. He runs his fingers across both belts as they lay on the bare desktop.~~ KMD: But you don't care. No one does...no one should. It's in the past. What matters now is these titles...especially the Heavyweight belt. You said something interesting, and, although it slams me, I find it humorous. You said that I've held this title 14 times longer than I ever held it before...roughly. Yeah, thats definately true. Do you know why? That one is simple...no one has beaten me for it yet. Hell, if you would have showed up in the desert that day to fight over it, I would have fought you for it...and, I admit, it wasn't exactly right to do what I did. It wasn't "fair". I feel like a father who promises to take his kid fishing, but goes back on that promise because something came up...and it just isn't fair. But, you know what? You'll get that shot. I'll give you the title shot...and I will be there next week. Like clockwork as usual. ~~Krev glances away from the camera, looking out the window. There's a knock on the door. The head of a figure once seen, for a short period of time, on IWF screens years ago looks in.~~ WILDER: Yo, Krev! The guys are ready! KMD: I'll be out in a minute. WILDER: Aight. ~~Krev looks back to the camera as the door closes again.~~ KMD: As for the video clips...Jaxx, you may not have been around all that long, and maybe you don't know all the rules of the place...but when a match is set up by a certain number of rules, you follow those rules. I do, anyway. Ebdon...Ebdon may not...but he's gonna have to this time. Thats what I meant by a tainted win...not that he had help and he won, but he had help and lost his shot. I didn't do a goddam thing, and I'm sure Ebdon's gonna have a few choice words for my boy Windsor. As for you, Jaxx...it had nothing to do with you, so why don't you shove your head back up Ebdon's ass where it belongs and mind your own business. Yeah, yeah, yeah...it involves Ebdon, it involves you. The fact of the matter is that the whole title thing has become your problem, your objective...not his. The only way Ebdon's gonna get the title is by going through you...and I'm sure he won't mind having you pick up the tab. Great guy, huh? KMD: Regardless, I need to get going...the boys are ready to practice, and I'm not one to keep my boys waiting. I may keep you waiting, I may keep Ebdon waiting...but never my boys. Sometimes life isn't fair like that, and you just need to accept it. ~~We begin to fade to black as Krev winks at the camera and walks towards his office door.~~ |
