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| Date of RP: 01/07/03 Current Record: 5/0/3 Current Accomplishments: IWF Bad-Ass Champion |
~~The camera opens to a shot of an empty
gym...KMD's gym. The coloration of the place is washed out,
leaving nothing but shades of black, white, and grey on the usually
well-colored and lit room. Light, a very minute ammount, streams
through the winter air and through the window, illuminating the room.
It's been a good month or so since a student passed through these
halls, KMD being away for almost 2 months solid, bouncing between bingo
hall, WWC, and other bingo halls...and it wasn't until recently that
KMD regained total control of his school again, pulling it from the
clutches of Joey Padrino in a law suit that left KMD penniless and
having only his school. Joey had no right to the school; he had
no right to claim it as his own and tarnish it's good name. But
that's all in the past...~~ PHIL: Krev? Mike? You guys around? ~~The camera wanders around the small school, outside the ring, with Phil, KMD's personal cameraman/assistant, at the helm. Since WWC went down, KMD disappeared, for the most part, to escape the world of wrestling and spend some time with his family...his rebuilt family. He brought Mike back home, as he promised, and has been living a simple life, readying himself for the ring again. He didn't do too bad at WWC...he could have been better, but, as we all know, there were other things on his mind, and he just didn't have the focus.~~ PHIL: Where the hell are you guys? ~~There is always next year, isn't there?~~ KMD: Ok...NOW!!! MIKE: Alright... KMD: No...harder. Do it again. PHIL: What the hell...? ~~The camera pans around the room, almost frantically...and it pauses as it finds two figures...two massive figures...standing beside the weight benches, on the far side of the ring. The camera steps around the ring as it moves closer to the two figures. It is indeed KMD and Mike MacDougan, both of them holding what appears to be street signs. Mike raises the sign above his head, leans back momentarilly, and then cracks KMD right on the head, knocking him down to the ground. The camera gets up to the pair.~~ KMD: Ugh...good. PHIL: What the hell are the two of you doing? ~~Krev looks up at the camera and blinks. He pulls himself to his feet.~~ KMD: Playing. ~~KMD smiles, and then turns around, cracking Mike across the side of the head, knocking him sideways. Mike stumbles into a weight bench, knocking the bar off the rack and toppling over a stack of weights. He leans up against the wall laughing.~~ KMD: You wanna shot? PHIL: No... ~~KMD nods his head.~~ KMD: Your loss. ~~Mike pulls himself back to a standing position and grabs a nearby garbage can. As KMD turns around to face Mike again, Mike already has the can up in the air. Krev is about to react when the can is brought down over his head, bending and twisting it in half. Krev falls to the floor, holding his head.~~ MIKE: Haha! KMD: Ahhhhhhhhhhh-SHIT! That hurt. ~~KMD struggles to get to his feet, but Mike drills him again with the trashcan.~~ PHIL: You two are nuts...aren't you afraid of hurting each other? ~~Krev chuckles a little, but then shakes his head 'no'. He rolls onto his side and avoids another can attack from Mike. He kicks the can out of Mike's hands, and then pulls himself up.~~ KMD: Not really, no. It's training. ~~Mike nods at KMD's comment, only to be speared by KMD when he isn't looking. They both collide wtih another weight bench, sprawling them both out across the floor.~~ PHIL: Uh...do you want to cut a promo? ~~KMD looks down at Mike.~~ KMD: Don't hesitate, and don't take your eyes off your opponent. I know it's hard, but sometimes you have to watch both the guy you're fighting, as well as what is going on outside the ring or around you. If you lose focus of the fight, you lose the fight. MIKE: You looked away when I cracked you twice with the trashcan. ~~KMD slowly nods.~~ KMD: Do as I say, not as I do. MIKE: That isn't very fair. KMD: I'm old, I'm allowed to be unfair. ~~Mike narrows his eyes at KMD, and then laughs. They both struggle to get up...Mike is up first, and helps KMD stand up. KMD turns to the camera.~~ KMD: Alright. Interview? PHIL: Aren't you afraid you'll hurt him doing that? KMD: He's a big boy, he can take care of himself...he is 23, after all. PHIL: No, I mean he is unstable... ~~Krev and Mike both laugh out loud, looking at Phil. Krev walks over to Phil.~~ KMD: We're all unstable, Phil...that doesn't mean we can't have a little fun. ~~We fade to black as KMD walks toward his office, Mike behind.~~ PHIL: Fun...? ~~We fade back to a shot of KMD's office. Krev is behind the desk, combat-booted feet propped up and beer in one hand, sopping a bloodied head with a towel in the other. Mike sits sprawled out on a couch on the side wall, also holding a beer. Phil steps into view, now wearing a Jason Sensation t-shirt.~~ KMD: Where the hell do you keep getting those things? PHIL: Jason gave it to me. ~~Krev nods, matter-of-factly.~~ KMD: Jason...shit, the kid's been in the business a little over a month, and he's already on a first-name basis with all the greats...it looks like you're definately a good investment. PHIL: Sort of, yeah. I got a Hand t-shirt, a Windsor t-shirt, a Halo- KMD: Alright, alright...stop already. Are you saying you want a KMD shirt for free too? ~~Phil nods as KMD hands him a beer. He sits down on the couch beside Mike.~~ MIKE: How about a "Simply Magic" Mike MacDougan shirt? PHIL: Yeah, sure. "Simply Magic"? ~~Krev smiles as he tosses the towel into a nearby hamper. Mike takes a long swig of his beer.~~ KMD: "Simply Magic"...it's his ring-name. When he wrestled, that is. MIKE: I'll be back soon, old man. Just you watch...when I step onto the stage, it's time for KMD to watch out! A new legend is going to be born... ~~KMD smiles as he sits up straight.~~ KMD: ...and I'll be your king. PHIL: You're coming back to wrestling, Mike? ~~Phil turns to Mike, pointing with his beer. Mike nods. KMD stands up and walks around the desk, and then sits down on top.~~ KMD: Not quite yet...we still have a lot of work to do before you're ready. ~~KMD takes a swig of his beer.~~ MIKE: Yeah. KMD: But it's no biggie...we're working on making things right here now...I got Mike back, and we...well...sort of booted Joey out of the IWF. I have another trump card to pull on him, though...we should be able to get him out once and for all. I mean, look at this situation from my viewpoint...I have Windsor, Hand, Sensation, and Holliday at my back, Phil, you tape everything, and now I have Mike watching my back as well...there ain't no one in the business that can take a hit like Mike...kid's got a head as hard as steel, and fists as hard to match. The TRU$T is back...for the most part...we're around to watch each other's backs, and thats all that matters at this point. ~~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 garbage. He lights the cigar, taking a big puff and blowing it up towards a ceiling fan. A smile creeps across his face...~~ KMD: The real beauty of the situation is that I'm the IWF Bad-Ass Champion once again, and there hasn't been a single twit out there able to take it away from me...there isn't a single twit out there right now that can take this from me...I am, and have proved time and time again, that I am the BEST at hard-core...bar-none. MIKE: Until Mike MacDougan shows up on the scene. ~~He takes a long puff off the cigar, and then ashes it in an ashtray on the desk. He looks at Mike and smiles..~~ KMD: You keep up with your practice, and that just might happen. Right now, I have no worries, nothing to concern myself with...Drusilla is back with Tann, and Sensation to a shot to the head with a sack full of hard, blunt things. ~~He takes another long puff from his cigar, and then pauses.~~ KMD: Hmm...there is that, isn't there? I'm not worried...not one bit. I have something for Joey to chew on tomorrow night. PHIL: What about everyone else in the IWF...you are a champion, after all...won't there be someone looking to get a piece of your action? ~~KMD stops and laughs.~~ KMD: Still not worried...they'll all be concerned about the IWF Championship with Sensation's rules...I've been there, it is definately something to shoot for, but you know what I found out about that belt...that "title"? PHIL: No. KMD: It doesn't have any heart...not anymore. This is a new era...the thrill of plain old in-ring wrestling has lost it's luster with the crowds...sure, I'm a strong advocate of the old ways, but that just isn't what the new generation wants...they want, as sick as it sounds, violence, and lots of it. The rules Sensation has put up will make things interesting, to say the least...I'll be there, if he needs me, to help him out in any way. Overall, I should have a fairly easy night tomorrow night...but make sure you know that there is never a night off for KMD, because KMD is always ready to face anything that comes his way. "Easy" is a relative term...a term, for tomorrow, that only means that the minds of the IWF will be elsewhere. KMD is always ready to stand-by and give a hand...but the minds will definately be focused on that shiny piece of metal that no one has had the chance to grab yet. PHIL: You going to go for it? KMD: If I get the chance...sure, why not? I mean, I am a former belt-holder of the highest caliber. If I get a shot at it, I'll take it...if it means I would lose my Bad-Ass title over it, then no way. This is who I am...I am The Hardcore King, afterall. MIKE: For now... ~~KMD turns to Mike and nods, a smile creeping across his face.~~ KMD: When you can take one of my chair shots, then I might give you a chance. MIKE: The chairshot... ~~Krev takes a puff from the cigar, speaking as a billowing puff of smoke rolls off his lips.~~ KMD: The chairshot. ~~The three look at each other, speechless for a moment. Phil takes a swig of his beer, looking back and forth between the two.~~ PHIL: Do the two of you always beat the hell out of each other? ~~KMD grinds the cigar into the ashtray, slowly standing up. Mike puts his beer on an endtable.~~ KMD: Sometimes the two of us beat the hell out of other people... ~~Mike grabs Phil by the shoulders, holding him down, as KMD dives for him. It looks as if KMD is about to pummel Phil, but instead begins to give him a noogie. We fade to black as Phil screams/laughs, legs kicking and beer spilling all over.~~ |
