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| Date of RP: 12/01/02 Current Record: 1/0/3 Current Accomplishments: IWF Bad-Ass Champion |
~~We open in the small Italian restaurant, the
camera again totally black and white. There are multiple people sitting
around in the room, and the camera comes close into the same booth as before.
Again there is KMD and Padrino sitting at the booth. Padrino
takes a long pull off of his cigar as KMD explains something. Krev
looks in pretty rough shape; he has a black eye and multiple open wounds
on his face and he's wearing the same grubby clothes that he was at Showdown.
He holds his hands out wide as he talkes.~~ KMD: ...and I would say that I'm training pretty hard. My new training partner is rougher than I remember him being...did he put on some weight? ~~Padrino slowly pulls off his cigar and watches the smoke cirle above his head. He nods..~~ PADRINO: Knuckles has been training farily hard since you last saw him. He'll no doubt be a valuable asset to our organization. Have you gotten ahold of any of the members? KMD: Not exactly...I can't seem to get ahold of anyone. There were a few names that came up that might be around the IWF soon enough. With that type of support, we should have no problem bringing some of them into the fold. ~~Padrino nods and he straightens the mask on his face. He momentarily looks in the opposite direction...KMD notices this and gets a puzzled look on his face.~~ PADRINO: Good. I have an idea of who you're thinking about, and I do think they would be a valuable asset. I would also consider some of the other men already in the organization...a certain fellow champion, for instance. If we could convince him, he could be very valuable...and he is indeed good in the ring. KMD: Yeah...I see what you mean. If we pulled him into the fold, we could make sure we keep control of all of the titles...a fed that is at the mercy of champions sways to those champions. There is a reason why they have the position to begin with. Hey, why are you wearing- ~~Before he can finish, two officers step up to the table. One of them pulls out a set of hand cuffs and the other pulls out a note pad. Krev looks up and then looks to Padrino. Padrino takes a long pull off of his cigar, and then casually turns to the officers.~~ PADRINO: Can I help you gentlemen? OFFICER2: Are you Joey Padrino? PADRINO: That would be me. Can I help you? OFFICER2: You're under suspicion of the murders of Chris Sparks and Paul Jay. We're going to have to take you in for questioning, and we suggest you come calmly. We will use force if need be. ~~The first officer steps forward holding out the handcuffs. Krev stands up, but Padrino motions him to sit down. Krev sits back down, and Padrino stands up and turns around, hands behind his back.~~ KMD: They can't do that...you weren't even in the same city at the time- PADRINO: But I also wasn't in this city. I may as long play along with them...I have some of the most powerful lawers in the coutnry at my disposal. They can try to press charges, but it will only be thrown out, as to there is no way I did what they said. Besides, do they really think that they can contain me with these little pieces of metal? KMD: Then how can you come in here and arrest him? OFFICER1: According to the FBI, we are to bring you in. There is reason to believe your vehicle was spotted around the arena that same night. You had best keep to yourself, Mr. MacDougan, or we may be forced to bring you in as well. PADRINO: Just sit still, little brother. This won't hold up in court. I can guarantee that. ~~The cop snaps the cuffs around Padrino's hands and turns him back around, leading him off away. The officer with the notepad is reading someting off to him, but exactly what it is is obscured by KMD cursing to himself.~~ KMD: Damn it. This has to be the workings of Holliday...damn it. I hate to say it, but it feels like those asses set all of this up to keep me occupied. I didn't think they would stoop to that level...damn. ~~Krev shakes his head and watches them take Padrino out. He takes a long swig of his beer and leans back in his seat.~~ KMD: Screw it. No matter what they do will keep me down...I can keep coming back. I've done it once, and I can do it again. ~~Krev stands up and begins to walk away, but notices the camera. He gets an angry look on his face as he grabs the lens.~~ KMD: You people are worse than real reporters. Scurry back along to master Sensation or Holliday or whoever sent you. You got the crap you wanted...and I want you to send them all a message from KMD. ~~Krev pulls the camera closer to his face.~~ KMD: You can't stop me. No one can stop me. To stop the unstopable force, you have to first present it with the immovable object. I know you sure as hell don't have one of those up your sleeves...simply because there is nothing that can compare to the skill and power of this machine...this steel machine...this "Steel City Killing Machine"...and while we're at it, it might be useful to note that the man before you is none other than "The ORIGINAL Steel City Killing Machine", and there ain't nothin' a single one of you cheap immatations of this greatness can do about it. ~~KMD pulls the camera fully into his face, kisses the lens, and then pushes it aside, knocking it into the plant. As the cameraman regains control, we can only see the feet of KMD walking out the door into the city night.~~ |
