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| Date of RP: 11/25/02 Current Record: 1/0/0 Current Accomplishments: IWF Bad-Ass Champion |
~~We open in a small restaurant, the camera
totally black and white. The atmosphere is of quiet dining, and the
camera slowly zooms around the room, noticing people eating spaghetti and
pastas...apparently this is some sort of Italian restaurant. Hardcore
KMD fans might recognize this as the same restaurant that KMD's old stable,
"The Graveyard Shift" used to meet in. As the camera slowly scans the
room, it stops and ducks behind a plant and zooms in on two figures, KMD
at the far end of the table cradling his head, and a large figure wearing
a black Armani suit and shaded in darkness sits across from him. KMD
looks up at the figure and nods. There is a slight pause as the audio
is configured to optimum reception from this table.~~ KMD: ...so thats why I came here. I know we haven't been on the best of terms after the whole knocking you down to take back the fed thing, but it seems like you are the only person not conspiring against me...and I can't seem to find Pops anywhere... ~~The figure nods again and takes a long puff from a cigar. Smoke swirls and engulfs the table. KMD leans back. The figure offers KMD a cigar...KMD takes it and the figure lights it. The figure leans in closer to KMD, still concealing his face, and a familiar, deep voice issues from him.~~ PADRINO: Little brother, of course I can forgive you...it is in your blood to want to control. It was understandable. As for the rest of it...this so-called "career" you've lived out that took you to...what? 2002? How much of it is still clear to you? KMD: Not much, really...but maybe it was because of all the concussions I've suffered over the- ~~Padrino holds up his hand, motioning him to silence. Padrino leans back and takes a long puff from his cigar.~~ PADRINO: Dreams, little brother. They were dreams. You need to understand this...IWF and Holliday created this elaborate plan to make you think that it is actually 2002...I wouldn't be surprised if the BMF were behind this, throwing Tann into the mix...throw you off guard, so-to-speak. I never could trust Holliday and Sensation. How many times have they turned on you? How many times have you had a conflict of interests that only ended in fighting? KMD: Alot, I guess, but why would he...they- ~~Padrino holds up his hand again, silencing his brother. KMD takes a puff off the cigar, and then looks down at it and shakes his head...it's been awhile since he's had a cigar...although he doesn't realize this.~~ PADRINO: Trust me, man. Have I ever let you down? KMD: You did attack me and took over the IWF- PADRINO: That was a set-up...all Slogfather's plan. I, on the other hand, worked with him just so that we could take him out of the picture...I got dinged up in the process, but it'll pay off in the end. It's been what? Six months since you took the fed back over? I admit, it is strange that they...uh...put the fed on vacation over the summer and stipped you of the title you earned fair and square from Sensation, but it's probably just part of their plans. You know as well as I do that Holliday is a coniving ass-head....trust me, brother, and I will help you make things right again. What you need to do is get in contact with your old TRU$T buddies...they'll give you a hand if you need it...they always look up to you as a mentor and mastermind...just make the call, and they'll follow. If they try telling you anything that Holliday has said to you, they have probably already been paid off to say it. I doubt that is the case...but it does make for an interesting game of conspiracy theory, right? ~~Krev nods and takes another pull off the cigar. He watches the smoke swirl up overhead and then speaks.~~ KMD: I guess I can't tell who to trust anymore...maybe thats why we need THE TRU$T again...otherwise the BMF might take control before I can...Tann is back in the IWF. PADRINO: So I've noticed. The BMF...heh. A sore bunch of talentless hacks, all of them. They band together like dogs because they can't take the heat by themselves. Like I said, though, you stick to getting THE TRU$T reformed, and you'll have no trouble...a little bit if they won't come, but after you bailed them out and worked with them that last time, no problems should arise. They'll come running. KMD: Then why is the roster so empty? It was a fairly busy place at the end of this summer. PADRINO: Vacation, still. You know wrestlers now-a-days...they don't have the work ethic we do. Thats alright, though...by the time the rest of those losers start filing in I...I mean, you will already have the IWF under control. ~~Padrino brings a napkin up to his mouth and wipes it. He pushes his plate aside, revealing heavily scarred hands. He rolls his hand around to look at his watch, and then looks back up at KMD.~~ KMD: Where is Pops? ~~Padrino shrugs as a waiter comes up with a cell phone. The waiter whispers into Padrino's ear, and Padrino nods.~~ PADRINO: I dunno man...you know Pops. He probably just took a long vacation...Lord knows he needed it. KMD: Yeah, I guess he did. PADRINO: Yeah, well I need to take this call. Keep in touch, little brother. Remember, I am here to help you. ~~Krev nods and shakes Padrino's hand as he gets up to take the call. Krev sits there for a moment pushing around a meatball on his plate, then sighs and stands up.~~ KMD: I thought that it was all over...but now I find out it was all just a dream...the ASW, the W3, everything. I never thought that Shawn would stoop this low for power...but now the dogs show their fangs, eh? Time for KMD to get back to basics...play some hardball...and make sure that no one gets in his way. ~~He pulls his leather trenchcoat over a worn-out "THE TRU$T" shirt and walks by the camera, off in another world, mumbling to himself.~~ KMD: Looks like I have a bit of work to do. ~~The camera fades to black as it follows KMD out the door.~~ |
