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| Date of RP: 12/06/02 Current Record: 2/0/3 Current Accomplishments: IWF Bad-Ass Champion |
~~The camera opens to a shot of a stubby red
crayon, scraping against a piece of paper, scribbling. The hand is
a massive hand...a MacDougan hand. We hear mumbling, someone talking
to themselves as they apply layer after layer of red wax to the paper. The
image thats turning out is nothing more than a mass of reddened paper, a
mess. He scrapes the last of the crayon onto the page. The voice
gets louder, and the camera pans out to show the face of Mike MacDougan...the
son of KMD...the son locked away in a mental institution.~~ MIKE: And we puts the red. Red is the color of anger...pain...love. ~~Mike sniffles, obviously ignoring the camera. Mikes a big kid...early 20's, well-sculpted frame. A real good-looking guy, too. He's a younger version of KMD, with the same power and ferocity in the ring...madness isn't the only thing they share.~~ MIKE: Love. ~~He crumples up the paper and throws it across the room. The paper is thrown into a pile of papers, all crumbled and covered in red crayon. The room is small, white, padded, and plain...save for a bed, toilet, a box of crayons without a red crayon, and a stack of paper. The door to the room opens, and a hulking male nurse steps in.~~ NURSE: Are you ok, Mike? MIKE: Yeah. NURSE: Good, you have a visitor. MIKE: Visiting me. ~~The nurse steps aside to reveal KMD in a pair of army fatigues, Black Chuck Taylor All-Stars, and a THE TRU$T t-shirt stretched over a long sleeve T. He smiles at Mike, and holds out his fist. Mike jumps to his feet and punches Krev's fist. The two embrace, and then walk over to the bed.~~ KMD: How you holding out, kid? MIKE: Good. The foods bad. ~~Krev chuckles and nods.~~ KMD: Yeah, I know...but they have the best doctors in the country. We're gonna make you better, kid. ~~Mike nods, and then kicks over the box of crayons. The wax sticks spill out across the floor, rolling haphazarldy in all directions. Krev watches him, and then looks up at Mike.~~ KMD: You wanna ask me something, don't you? Go ahead. ~~Mike nods, and then looks up at KMD.~~ MIKE: I know moms dead. I've accepted that...but did you really forget about me? Did you really think I was missing that whole time with Padrino? The nurses told me you forgot about me. ~~KMD sighs and shakes his head.~~ KMD: Yeah. ~~Mike looks back down at the floor.~~ MIKE: Why? KMD: I...I don't know. I haven't been too healthy myself lately, I suppose. ~~KMD taps himself on the head with his forefinger, looking at Mike. Mikes still staring at the floor, the very last of the red crayon's stub shoved somewhere in his clenched fist.~~ MIKE: We should put you in here...we can make you healthy too. We could be roomates! ~~Krev chuckles a little, but then shakes his head 'no'.~~ MIKE: Or you know...you could stay here for a bit. KMD: I can't, Mike. I'd really love to, kid. I miss ya, but theres something your dad has to do first...someone he has to save. An organization he has to save. ~~Mike nods, knowing what the answer would be. He looks back up at his father.~~ MIKE: Uncle Joey has Uncle Shawn, doesn't he? ~~KMD blinks and looks at Mike, a question stretching across his face.~~ KMD: How did you know that? MIKE: Uncle Joey stopped by last week and visited me...he mentioned that he was going to make the IWF better. Is the IWF really back? ~~KMD slowly nods.~~ KMD: What did he tell you? MIKE: He told me he would take care of him...I couldn't talk to him...not after what he did. He said he was going to take him to one of The Shift's old hide-outs. It was supposed to be a secret. I wouldn't talk to him, so I couldn't promise. ~~KMD nods and watches Mike. A small smile creeps across Krev's face; either for the fact that Mike tricked Joey, or the fact that he knew where Shawn was. He turns to Mike.~~ KMD: So how are the nurses? They treating you good? MIKE: Yeah. Theres a cute blonde nurse that gives me my lunch. I think she likes me. ~~Krev chuckles as we fade to black. The father and son continue to talk.~~ ~~We fade back to a shot of a hallway in the hospital. KMD is walking down it, leather coat draped over his shoulder, and a nurse walking with him. The nurse reads something off of a clipboard to KMD. He looks down at the floor, watching each foot step in time. He stops and slumps down in a chair. He tosses his coat on the chair beside it and holds his head. The nurse stands there.~~ KMD: Damn. NURSE: He should be able to leave fairly soon. He's made a lot of progress...but he keeps on drawing disturbing pictures. That is, of course, when he isn't just scribbling and mumbling to himself. ~~Krev nods.~~ KMD: Where did I go wrong? I gave him the best I had. NURSE: It's not your fault, Mr. MacDougan. Based off of the case history, its in the family line...you had it, your sister had it. Its nothing to beat yourself up over...it's natural. KMD: Natural? My whole goddam family is a bunch of loonatics. Do you know what thats like? Do you know what its like to read an article about yourself, only to have them conclude with the statement "but he's crazy, so we understand"? Do you know what its like to watch the news, or read the news, and find out what you did the previous night? Hell, for a second on my way here, I forgot what I was doing. I forgot where I was going, and then when I remembered, I forgot where this place was. I'm watching my life, almost from the outside at times, and there are sections missing...little bits of the reel that just turned up missing in the final cut. But the movie was put together anyway, and this is what I have...my life, one scene at a time ~~The nurse watches KMD, nodding. He sits down beside KMD..~~ NURSE: Do you want to check yourself in, Mr. MacDougan? ~~Krev pauses for a moment, as if he's considering it, and then snaps his head up. His eyes are crystal clear, focused. He clenches his fists and grits his teeth, speaking through them.~~ KMD: No. Too much to do...I have the life of a man ridiing on my hands...now isn't the time. NURSE: You can stay as long as you want, Mr. MacDougan...if it helps you sort things out. ~~KMD stands up and takes his coat. He pulls it on and begins to leave, turning to the nurse.~~ KMD: No. You take good care of my son. I'll be back in a month to pick him up, regardless of how far he is along in therapy. I want my life back, I want my family back. They need to be near me...Mike, Shawn, Jason...Colin...all of them. I'm through with this. I've fucked things up enough...I'm going to fix it. ~~Krev turns back around and pushes a set of double doors open, and walks outside to the crisp NYC air. The camera follows him, nipping at his heels like a puppy. He walks upright and straight forward. We zoom in on his face, a look of determination and seriousness.~~ KMD: Vengence isn't the key, Joey. Not this time. I have something a lot more for you and your crew in mind...I'm aiming for victory, baby. I'm doing something about this mess. I'll make sure you don't fuck anything up anymore...no longer. You've held my life in your hands...I gave it to you...in full confidence we would bury the hatchet, that you would help me. You never wanted to help me, did you Joey? You're still the souless fuck without a friend in the world, huh? I'm going to make sure you go down the same way. ~~KMD shoulders his way through a crowd of people.~~ KMD: You sanctioned this degredation of character, Joey. You're the great poisoner. You're a great piece of shit. But my sister? You fucking let them do that to my sister? ~~KMD stops, reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a cigar and a Zippo...the same old "BLUNT AS HELL SON OF A BITCH" lighter with a picture of an up-raised fist he used to use back in the old IWF days...the old days...the days when he meant business. He bites off the end of the cigar, spitting it into the street. He lights the cigar, taking a big puff and blowing it into the cold air. A smile creeps across his face...a sick, demented smile. He knuckles the cigar, holding it close between his index and middle finger. He takes another puff and begins to walk down the street, faster.~~ KMD: Ya had to get in my shit, didn't ya, asshole? Ya had to go and fuck it all up...you knew, but you wouldn't tell me. Now I find out my last two years were real...by the most unlikely of persons...as you told me...Shawn Holliday. Now we know who's been doing the biting? We know who you are, don't we Joey? We can see right through you now. Yes, we can. ~~He takes a long puff off the cigar, and then puts a battered IWF ball cap on his head. He stops and looks in a mirror, shakes his head 'no'. He turns the hat around, backwards and takes a puff off his cigar. He nods 'yes', the smile returning.~~ KMD: Pops is "on vacation"...you lied. My son is "still missing"...you lied. I never met my sister...you lied. Tann, Sensation, and Holliday are the enemies...you lied. THE TRU$T would be back...can't get them all wrong, huh? THE TRU$T is back, you son of a bitch, and I'm going to make damn sure you feel just what the true power of THE TRU$T is, you piece of shit. You fucked up...and sometimes thats all you need. You, above all else...above every goddam one of the men in this fed and any fed out there, above all fans, above all students...you should know not to fuck with KMD. You should know, you rotten piece of filth, and I'm going to make sure you remember this time. Throw at me what you will... ~~He takes another long puff from his cigar, a sea of people splitting for him wherever he walks...forward, steel eyes up, cigar knuckled.~~ KMD: But what do you have for me, Joey? What can you throw? A gauntlet made up of masked horrors like yourself? Like a knife through butter, baby. Knuckles, or any of the other assorted goons you've conned...paid...to work for you? Mindless zombies, kid. Mindless and tactless...fools to the slaughter, giants to be tumbled. Throw them at me, Joey, throw them all at me! ~~KMD stops and screams to the sky, people giving him wide moving room. He holds out his hands and screams to the heavens.~~ KMD: THROW ALL YOU HAVE, JOEY!!! THROW IT ALL AT ME!!! ~~He looks back down at the crowd, a few astonished people looking at him...a crowd gathering around the familiar face...everyone knows. Everyone knows who KMD is...some of them want to forget...the twisted, sullied, and destroyed poor souls that got in his way. The people who saw the carnage, the people who felt the wrath...even the people who only saw the wrath of the man who got off a gurney for the third time to beat the tar, on one good leg and with one good arm, out of a poor sap who crossed him. They saw him explode in a ball of anger, a ball of hate, a ball of vengence when his allies, his closest friends, his companions, his...brother...turned on him. They saw him destroyed and destroying. They saw him fall, only to see him rise again. Everyone knows the name of KMD, but few are able to repeat it...they're afraid. They know, the fans know...they held him dear, and they will hold him dear again. They know him, but they have forgotten...but they are slowly remembering. They've come to realize that KMD is back...a little skewed, a little twisted, and a little crazy, but that's just genius, baby, thats just genius. Down through the filthy streets and shattered homes, the cracked and faded sidewalks of the steel city, thats where KMD is...thats where we find the legend. Thats where we find the King of Legends making a comeback.~~ KMD: Cry havoc, and let loose the dogs of war...because KMD is back. The Blunt-as-Hell Son of a Bitch is back. Throw what you have, Joey. Make one last futile attempt, boy, because there ain't no stopping this machine. Throw it against me...throw Suicide Sid. Throw Trent Steele, throw Nick White. Throw it at me. ~~The crowd of people on the New York street gather around KMD, eyes wide, wanting more. They know theres a legend in their midst...they know history is being made...every minute.~~ KMD: A slap in the face is all you are, Sid. Nothing more than a wanna-be. I've seen the tapes...I've seen you get your kicks in the ring...with weapons, with blood. Hit me, Sid, hit me and feel what it's like to touch a real legend. You'll be able to say after The Rising you had fisticuffs with the one and only KMD. Crazy... ~~Krev pauses and bites his thumbnail, and glances around the crowd, his eyes wild. He smiles again.~~ KMD: Maybe a little...but do you know what that makes me, Sid? Do you know what being a crazy fuck does, Sid? Unpredictable...misdirection, Sid. Misdirection. What will I do? What will I say? Will I even show up? I don't know, man, I don't know...but I'd pray if I was you...I'd pray that KMD got lost...that KMD would lose himself before the PPV, because thats the only way you're coming out unscathed...untouched. To borrow a phrase from my brother-in-law, a man you should fear even more than the wrath of KMD for all your misdeeds, I'm a loose cannon now, baby. I'm a loose cannon coming after you and all of those poor bastards that have allied themselves with Joey Padrino. ~~A few people begin to clap. KMD takes a long puff from his cigar, looking over the people around him. A small 'KMD' chant begins.~~ KMD: I'm coming, Joey...THE TRU$T is coming, Joey...coming to take you out of the picture...to eradicate you from the fed that KMD built. This is my fed, Joey, not yours. You may hold the money, and you may hold the power, but I have the soul...and you're gonna have to kill me to get it. Throw your goons at me, like you were throwing chairs and tables in my way, because I'm gonna come right through the goons, right through the weapons, and I'm gonna get you, brother. I'm gonna get you. ~~KMD tosses the cigar butt on the sidewalk, grinding it out with the heel of his shoe.~~ KMD: You mess with my family, Joey, you mess with me. I'm not a saint, but I can sure as hell set things right. ~~Krev pushes his way through the crowd, down the street. The crowd opens up, and then swallows the area KMD had stood, everyone grabbing for the cigar. The camera fades among the chaos and fury that KMD left behind in his wake.~~ |
