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| Date of RP: 01/14/03 Current Record: 6/0/3 Current Accomplishments: IWF Bad-Ass Champion |
~~The camera opens to a shot of an empty
room...a plain grey room completely featureless. The cinder-block
walls are washed in grey light, probably normally white, but the lack
of light in the room, the only light being a single light bulb hanging
from the middle of the room, makes the clarity of the room difficult.
We find, as a figure comes into the room...KMD in a plain leather
trenchcoat and a black t-shirt, blue jeans, and combat boots...opens a
steel fire door and enters the room. He walks to a chair in
the middle of the room, under the bulb, and the only furniture in the
room. We find that the room isn't grey because of lack of light,
but rather grey because the camera picture is totally black and white.
He grins at the camera, pulling a crumpled pack of Camel Wides
out of his coat pocket and his "Blunt as Hell" lighter. He puts
one stick to his lips and lights it, inhaling a waft of smoke. He
exhales, the smoke playing, swirling it's way to the bulb, and fading
away into the darkened corners of the room.~~ KMD: This is probably the best way to handle this situation. I am indeed alone...just me, the camera, and my maker. ~~He takes another hit from the cigarette, and then pulls off his coat, draping it's long heavy length of leather over the back of the chair, revealing him to be wearing only the plain black t-shirt and jeans. His finely-tuned muscles bulge out from the shirt, tight against his skin, and his jeans are tight around the thighs and slicked with black grease in spots, minute traces of flesh showing from around the knees through worn holes. He sits on the back of the chair, balanced on the top, and brings his hands down onto his knees. Tiny traces of grease can be seen under his fingernails.~~ KMD: No distactions, nothing. Yeah, it doesn't have all the jazz and flare of anything else put out this week, but it works for me. I've been spending the past couple of days working on my bike, trying to get it working right again, and thinking to myself. Trying to figure out just what direction I'm going in this business. ~~He takes a long pull from the cigarette, and looks at it while speaking, watching the cherry glow and pulse.~~ KMD: From what I've seen and done, all I can see is me going up. I've been going up for a long time now...I've had my times when I was down, when I was the lowest of the low...the scum of the fucking earth. I've been the guy to pull curtains, and I've been the guy to burn those fuckers down. The question, in times like this, is just when am I going to fall to a lowly position...become a petty minor figure again. Everyone fears it...everyone wonders how long their fame can ride, how long they can continue to be at the top of the world. Me...well...hell if I know. I'm riding this out, seeing what I can do. Yeah, I'm confident that the gold belongs to me...I'm confident that there isn't a single piece of shit in the fed right now who can stop me from taking it. It belongs to me, and it is mine. But if it is mine, that also means that I lose something that I cherish more than most everything else in this world. It would mean I would cease to be the hardcore icon that my name has become associated with. It means that I lose everything that I stand for, just to hold the most coveted position in this fed. I said before that I wouldn't do that, but, as I've been thinking, I might have to. I just might have to. ~~Krev looks up at the camera, bags under his eyes. He takes a hit from the cigarette, and then tosses it to the ground, grinding it out with his bootheel.~~ KMD: Its been my position to lead the pack, to push everyone harder...not only is it good for the crowds, it's good for the soul...because when it's all said and done, title or no, you've accomplished something. It's been my position to work at taking this sport back to its roots, the vanquishing of paper champions. Some call me old and old-fashioned. Maybe they're right, but the truth of the matter is that no matter what you say or do, this old-fashioned way of life will kick the living shit out of you if you try anything against it. People fail to realize that when they are in a match against KMD, they aren't taking on some loser claiming to be the "showstopper" or the "innovator of this" or the "icon of that", they're facing the show. I make or break this fed, and it, being the fed, is lucky to have me as an ally. ~~KMD stands up and turns the chair around, sitting on it backwards. He folds his hands over the top of the chair, padded with his massive coat.~~ KMD: The IWF is in a shitty position, and it needs to work its way back out of the shit. I'm the name that'll take it there. I'm the name that'll bring the IWF back from the ashes, like the phoenix, rising past all of the competition and breating a gust of red-hot fire down their necks. This was once the greatest fed ever, but it has fallen to shambles. I've had some of my best matches here, but this incarnation makes me sick. These people, these "stars" have given it their worst attempts. They think that because they're working bingo halls right now that they don't have to put in the effort that other places do. That is where they are wrong...they'll never not work in bingo halls if thats all they put into it...because, as trite as it may sound, you get out what you put in. I haven't seen shit put in so far, and that pisses me off beyond all belief. ~~Krev closes his eyes, momentarily, and then looks back up at the camera, arm muscles rippling, forcing something down.~~ KMD: Yeah, Halo, you sound pretty confident. You say that you create broken souls...I have something for ya to chew on, chump. This man. that sits before you...his soul...his soul has been shattered for years, kid. I still have it...what's left of it...and it's enough to run on. You can't break me, kid. No one can. No one ever could. That's all well and fine, really, because I'm not looking to become a superstar, kid...I already am. I'm the only hope this fed has...you're not it, no matter what you tell yourself. Maybe when your balls drop, then you can step up...but it's my job to bring this place out of the shit, not yours. But don't get down on yourself about that...you hold a very valuable position in the scheme of things. ~~A sick smile crosses KMD's face.~~ KMD: You're the sack of shit that's in the way. We'll be building the glory of the IWF on your bloodied body. To make a cake, you do have to break a few eggs. Some are easier to break than others. ~~Krev stands up, and begins to pace in front of the camera, making sure to stay in full view.~~ KMD: And then there are the others who decided to make the IWF their home...people such as Pete Ebdon. A British piece of crap intent on trying to make the lives of the very same people trying to rebuild the fed a living hell. You got those med papers...it's all bullshit, kid. They don't know what or who I am...they'd slap anything down on paper to make a buck. I know my body better than anyone else, and this body is not about to stop...but what about you? Can you take the pain? You say you can serve it, but can you take it yourself? Will you crack when it comes down to the wire? I'm ready to give it everything I have, but are you? You seem intent on trying to take me out of the picture...do I sense some jealousy? Do I sense some up-start bullshit? Yeah, that's a nice piece of metal you have there...I have something similiar to it hanging on my wall, only mine is an original. No cheap immitation garbage from a sub-par federation. I have a belt that I fought tooth an nail for, only to throw it away. It's just metal, kid...it doesn't mean a god damn thing. The truth of the title is what you hold right here. ~~Krev pauses as he pounds on his chest, over his heart.~~ KMD: If you don't got that, all you have is a piece of metal. Make sure you keep that little badge shined up nice...we wouldn't want to damage your pride by tarnishing it. If you want to talk about title-holders, then you talk about men like KMD and Jason Sensation, not Pete Ebdon. Don't try...not even for a second...to pass off Windsor and me as being, and I quote, "two men who call themselves champions but who only hold those belts because no one has come along and beaten the life out of them yet." It's more complicated than that, little, little man. It is true...champions are established by not being beaten. And, as far as I can tell, it's going to be one hell of a long time before KMD goes down like that. I am a champion because I am unbeaten...no matter what Halo may say. KMD is the Bad-Ass Champion because he is just that...he is the premier hardcore icon. I was cracking nuts like you before you were out of diapers. Drink your tea, eat your crumpets, and shut the fuck up, chap. ~~He re-approaches the chair and sits back down, backwards. He looks up at the camera.~~ KMD: And then there is Suck'ness, Dick Joke Williams, and Asswype. Pair these guys up with Halo, and maybe you'd have the combined IQ of an Ebdon fan. Put them all in a soggy paper bag and maybe one of them would find their way out, but they'd probably kill each other before that happened. Do I give two shits about these people? Hells no, although Williams was looking for either Windsor or I to croak in the ring. Yeah, keep dreaming, kid...that's the only way you're going to rise to the top in my fed. ~~He runs his hands over his head, running his dirtied hands through his stubbled hair. He smiles and shakes his head.~~ KMD: Right now I'm the most vocal player of THE TRU$T. Biding time, maybe. Windsors been around, but there hasn't been much from him. I still have his back, and I'm sure he has mine. Same goes for Hand, who it seems has been on an extended vacation lately. But what about the rest? Where is Suicide Sid and Nick White? Did they just all of a sudden fade away into the history books as chumps who tried against me and my boys and failed? Not a peep from Sid since I crippled his sorry ass, and we like the world that much more because of it. ~~Krev stands up and begins to walk away from the camera, pausing at the door. He turns back around, finger on the light switch.~~ KMD: And THAT load of horse shit is the simple truth. Blunt as hell and looking to bash in some heads...that's what it means to be KMD. Practice up, little boys, because someday it just might be you that's in my position. With a little work on my part, you're job will be easier. Just don't forget that it just isn't your time right now...it's my time in my fed. Anything else would be just plain wrong. I am KMD, and I am The Truth. ~~His finger slides down the cheap plastic face of the panel, and the room is drenched in inky blackness. We hear a door open, and then close.~~ |
