KMD RP

Another Piece of Quality Craftsmanship from The Once and Forever King of Legends, KMD.

Date of RP: 02/16/03
Current Record: 9/1/3
Current Accomplishments: IWF Heavyweight Champion

~~Slowly our screen turns from the inky blackness that it once was to a fuzzy screen. Our shot is a strange one, down through fan blades, moving slowly...shots interrupted by blackness...the sound is also interupted by the fan blades.,Llooking down into a spartan room with a single bed and few piles of dirtied clothes, we see the figure of KMD sitting on the bed, holding a bottle of whiskey in his boxers. "THE END" by The Doors begins to play as we just watch KMD, looking at the bottle, and then to the IWF Heavyweight Championship title sitting on the top of the clothes pile. He stands up, walks over to a mirror on the wall and stares at himself for a moment, and then punches the mirror, shattering it into a multitude of tiny fragments. His left hand opens up, spilling over with blood. He stumbles back to the bed and takes a long swig from the bottle. Slowly the music fades as KMD begins to speak...a voice-over (VO...note, I will use VO where there is a voice over, rather than typing it out).~~

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes...again
Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand
In a...desperate land
Lost in a romance...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah

KMD (VO):

IWF, shit.  I'm still in the IWF.  Every time I think I'm going to
wake up back into retirement. When I retired last time,
it was worse.  I'd wake up and there'd be nothing...
I hardly said a word to anyone until I said I was going away for awhile.
When I was here I wanted to be there. When I'm here, all I
can think of is going back into retirement.

I've been here nearly 4 months now. Waiting for something to happen, getting
softer. Every drink I take I get weaker. And every minute
Ego Trip steps into the circled square, they get stronger.

Each time I look around, the walls move in a little tighter.

Everyone gets everything he wants. I wanted the Heavyweight Title, and for my sins 
they gave it to me.  Brought it up to me like room service.

~~There is a knock on the door. Krev glances at it, and then looks back to his bottle. The door is pushed open, swinging inward, revealing a camera crew...2 men.~~

CAMERAMAN: Krev MacDougan? Are you in there?

KMD: What the shit do you want?

CAMERAMAN: Are you alright, Krev?

~~Krev glances back at the bottle...nearly empty...and tosses it aside. He clutches his bloodied hand with his good hand.~~

KMD: What does it look like?

CAMERAMAN: Krev MacDougan of the IWF, Heavyweight Champion?

KMD: Hey buddy, are you gonna shut the door?

~~The cameraman shuts the door, and then goes back to KMD.~~

CAMERAMAN: We have orders to escort you to the Showdown card.

KMD: What are the charges?

CAMERAMAN: Sir?

KMD: What I did?

CAMERAMAN: There are no charges, sir. You have orders to report to IWF headquarters in Tampa.

KMD: Tampa?

CAMERAMAN: Thats right, Krev. We still have a few hours before your flight to get you cleaned up.

~~Krev lets out a short laugh, and then passes out against the wall.~~

CAMERAMAN: Krev?

~~The cameraman nudges Krev with his foot. Krev doesn't move.~~

CAMERAMAN: Dave, give me a hand. Come on Krev, lets take a shower.

~~The second man in the camera crew picks Krev up on his shoulders and drags him into the bathroom.~~

CAMERAMAN: We're gonna take a shower, in we go.

~~They put Krev into the shower stall and turn it on. Krev jostles awake, kicking and lashing out. We fade to black as the second cameracrew guy turns the shower back off.~~

~~The camera fades back into a shot outside of the bingo hall that serves as IWF headquarters for the time being. It's a fairly nice Florida day. Three men step out of the van...KMD dressed in his usual dressed-down attire, titles over his shoulders, and the two of the camera crew. They make their way to the front entrance.~~

KMD (VO):

I was going to the worst place in the world, and I didn't even know
it yet.  Days away and hundreds of miles up a road that snaked 
through Florida and Georgia like a main circuit cable and plugged straight into
Jaxx.  It was no accident that I got to be the caretaker of Nicholas 
Jaxx's title lust, any more than being back in the IWF
was an accident. There is no way to tell this story without telling
my own. And if this story is really a confession, then so is mine.

~~We fade into a shot of the inside of the make-shift IWF offices. A door swings opened labeled "Jason Sensation, CEO". Krev steps through and closes the door, looking at Jason. Jason looks up from some paperwork and looks over KMD, shaking his head in disappointment. Krev is still sobering up.~~

SENSATION: Come in...want a cigar?

KMD: No.

~~Sensation motions to a chair across from him. Krev sits down, placing the two titles on the desk.~~

SENSATION: You've been with us totally...not dual-fedding it, from the start, and even still in these hard times, haven't you?

KMD: Yes, I have.

SENSATION: Our files have you listed as not ever missing a match and always putting on a good show...through your entire career. With one exception.

~~Krev pauses as he picks up the IWF Heavyweight Champion belt, looking at it.~~

KMD: I don't want to talk about last week.

SENSATION: But you did miss last week, didn't you? You miss this week, you lose your title, thats all there is to it.

~~Krev shrugs, putting the belt back down on the desk.~~

KMD: I'm not going to talk about it. It's over, it's in the past.

~~Sensation sighs.~~

SENSATION: I thought we'd have a bite of lunch while we talk. I hope you brought your usual big appetite. You have a bad hand there, do you need stitches?

KMD: A little motorcycle accident while in Vegas.

SENSATION: ...motorcycle accident in Vegas...But you're feeling fit, ready for Showdown?

~~Krev look up at Sensation, nodding.~~

KMD: Yeah, Jason. Never felt better.

~~Sensation looks at Krev for a moment, and then nods. He rubs his temples as an IWF crew member brings in a plate of sandwiches and a couple of beers. Krev works his wounded hand between the thumb and forefinger of his good hand. They both take a sandwich and a beer. Krev opens the beer and takes a long swig, and then looks at it while Sensation begins again.~~

SENSATION: You know Jaxx is getting his second shot at you, right?

KMD: Yeah, that's what I heard.

SENSATION: He hasn't been here all that long, but he's already making an impact. Have you seen his last promo?

KMD: I have.

~~Slowly we begin to fade out as the two continue to talk. Speech becomes blurred to the point we can no longer hear what the two are saying. We fade back into a shot of the open road, Krev on his Harley, heading north.~~

KMD (VO):

How many people had I already beaten in the IWF?  There was those nine that I know
about for sure. Memories clear enough to blow their last breath in my 
face. But this time it was a Canadian and a new face with lots of support behind it. That wasn't 
supposed to make any difference to me, but it did. Shit...getting
new blood in this place was like handing out speeding 
tickets in the Indy 500. I took the match. What the hell else
was I  gonna do?  But I didn't know what I'd do when I faced him.

~~We fade into another shot as the prior expires. We find ourselves outside a biker bar, KMD stepping off his bike and walking towards the entrance.~~

KMD (VO):

I had them ship my bike, Widowmaker, a custom '65
Harley motorcycle, pretty uncommon sight on the open road. They
said it was a good way to think things over without drawing a lot
of attention. That was OK, I needed the air and the time. 
The problem of going it alone was something I faced all the time.

~~We fade to black as KMD enters the biker bar, opening the door with a burst of noise, 
and closing it again, leaving us with only the wind blowing across the open fields and 
playing with the kudzu on the telephone lines.~~