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| Date of RP: 11/21/02 Current Record: 1/0/0 Current Accomplishments: IWF Bad-Ass Champion |
~~The camera opens to a darkened room with a
tiny ammount of light peeking in from behind what one would guess to be a
blanket draped over the window. In the background we can hear snoring...loud,
grinding snoring interuped by occasional fits of soft speech, nothing comprehendable.
Beyond the snoring and mumblings, we hear a clock ticking...tick...mumble...tick...mumble...tick...tick...tick....~~ ~~suddenly the mumbling becomes harsher, more suited to grunts and moans. The blanket across the window is jostled slightly as a figure rubs up against it. Suddenly the alarm goes off. The figure in the bed sits straight up, grabbing onto the bedsheet and pulling it down. Leaping across from the other side of the bed, KMD dives at the alarm clock and tackles it. The alarm clock gets out of his reach, rollling out and away from him. KMD recovers the fumble, diving and wrapping up around the clock, muffling the sound. He clicks it off and sets it beside himself. He rolls up, wearing a pair of torn cut-offs and scratches his head. He looks around the room sitting indian style on the floor. He yawns, and then looks up at the camera, blinks, grunts, and stands up. He walks out of the room and across the hall to the bathroom, and promptly slams the door. The camera has a chance to zoom around the room a bit, and gather as much with the half pulled down blanket over the window. It is a small room with cracked plaster walls. In the corner of the room is a small table with a little statue on top of it, unable to be made out entirely...probably a Chinese fat man or something...and there are sticks of incense laying in a bowl. There is a mattress with a blanket in the middle of the room, a single window, and a desk littered with papers, maps, pencils, a laptop, pens, a few stray pieces of clothing, a motorcycle helmet, and a particular piece of shiny metal...~~ ~~The camera swivels as KMD walks back into the room scratching at his face. He blinks at the camera, closes his eyes, and then looks at it again. He sighs and goes over to his desk.~~ KMD: Fine, whatever...I retire and nothing changes. You people just come into my home and- ~~KMD slowly his desk, moving and shifting his papers while talking to the camera. He stops at the belt, sitting on the far end of the desk and touches it.~~ KMD: ? ~~He picks up the belt, the IWF Bad-Ass belt, and holds it out in front with a puzzled look on his face. He looks over it and shakes his head.~~ KMD: I remember having one just like you...not quite sure where you came from, but all the same. ~~KMD puts the belt down in the center of the desk and begins to shuffle through the papers, turning over stack after stack, toppling them onto the floor. He picks up the stack of road maps and a pamphlet falls out, and a paper spills out onto the floor. He picks it up and begins to read.~~ KMD: Ember went into the hospital. Who the hell would attack him with a- ~~Krev blinks and re-reads what he just read.~~ KMD: I attacked him? Where the hell did I get an axe? Why the hell would I attack him? ~~He tosses the paper aside and picks up the pamphlet and begins to read.~~ KMD: I'll be a son of a- Last night? Jesus...the match was in the hospital? ~~Krev looks up at the belt, and then back down at the paper.~~ KMD: I must have won. Interesting turn of events. Ooh...Windsor had a match. I wonder how he did. ~~He stops and then looks back over the pamphlet.~~ KMD: There's an IWF again...? ~~He tosses the pamphlet aside and picks up the belt, holding it out on one hand. He gazes into the shine of it, and then stops again.~~ KMD: I'M IN THE IWF?! ~~The camera fades to black as it focuses in on the face of KMD, dumbfounded.~~ |
