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| Date of RP: 01/17/03 Current Record: 6/0/3 Current Accomplishments: IWF Bad-Ass Champion |
~~We open to a shot of KMD's office at his
gym. Krev is sitting at his desk, decked out in his training gear,
and Mike sits across from him, also wearing his training gear, sitting
on a chair. Phil is also in the room, eating a powdered donut and
generally not paying attention to the other two. By the looks of
the light filtering through the office window, it seems to be the end
of the day. Both KMD and Mike have looks of frustration on their
faces.~~ KMD: No, Mike. You're not ready...and Sensation or Holliday won't stand for it. ~~In the background, on a display rack wtih a bunch of others, sits the IWF Bad-Ass title, gleaming in the sunlight. Mike stands up, slamming his fists on the desk. Phil looks up, white powder all over his face.~~ MIKE: Damn it, dad. Are you even listening? I'm not going to the IWF. ~~Krev gets an odd look across his face.~~ KMD: What do you mean..."not going to the IWF"? MIKE: I'm not going to go there...I knew they wouldn't let me join because you wouldn't let me. Are you afraid of me? Why are you holding me back? You know damn well that I'm an in-ring expert. KMD: You're not an expert- MIKE: You know how good I am. ~~Krev shakes his head, trying to clear things up in his mind. He leans back in his chair, covering his face with his hands.~~ KMD: You are good...but...where are you going? MIKE: ASW. ~~Krev jumps forward in his chair, standing up and looking at Mike. A half-chewed donut falls out of Phil's mouth as it drops.~~ KMD: ASW? Are you nuts? I've done ASW...it's- ~~Mike turns around, looking at Krev's trophy wall. Phil looks up with a look of horror/confusion on his face. Krev steps around the desk.~~ KMD: -it's just...they play rough there, you know that? Any place plays rough, but because I was there, they'll probably treat you rougher. MIKE: Dad, half of those people are gone now...if you're worried about Sonny taking revenge on me for you, it won't happen...he isn't there. I'ts a new age in the ASW. ~~KMD nods his head.~~ KMD: I just don't think you're ready- ~~Mike takes the IWF Bad-Ass title off the wall, looking over it, turning it over in his hands...he has a look of deep thought in his eyes as he strokes the shiny metal surface. Phil looks back and forth between Mike and KMD, who now watches Mike, a look of understanding slowly coming across his face.~~ MIKE: ...it's my turn. This is my generation...I should be wearing gold. KMD: Is that what you want? ~~Mike turns to KMD, title in hand. He nods his head.~~ MIKE: You're fighting guys my age, dad. ~~Krev looks away, out the window. Mike puts the title back on the wall.~~ KMD: ASW, huh? ~~Mike nods at KMD. Krev turns back to Mike.~~ KMD: I still don't think it's a good idea...you just got out- ~~Mike turns away from Krev and Phil, walking towards the door.~~ KMD: ...you just- MIKE: I'm going. The paperwork is in the mail...I just have to see Rose about it. ~~KMD slowly nods.~~ KMD: Rose. MIKE: I'm the best the world has yet to see. KMD: ... ~~Mike turns back around, nodding at Krev, and then walks out the door, closing it behind him. Krev stands there, motionless for a moment, and then slowly sits down. Phil watches him...Krev stares off forward, toward the door.~~ KMD: Phil. PHIL: Yeah? KMD: You're going with him. PHIL: Uh...what? ~~Krev slowly turns his head towards Phil.~~ KMD: You're going to ASW with him...you work for me for him. Manage him, watch him, tape him, whatever he wants...you two can figure the situation out. But no matter what, you're going with him. PHIL: But you- KMD: But you work for me. Go. ~~Phil slowly nods at Krev as he stands. He pauses for a moment, getting no reaction from Krev. He slowly walks out the door, looking to follow Mike. We fade to black.~~ ~~We fade back to a shot of KMD's office, later at night. Krev is behind the desk, holding a glass. There is a bottle of rum sitting there. He rubs his forehead, staring off into nothing. The camera, stationary on him, silently watches as he takes a long swig of the glass.~~ KMD: He's going, Krev...can't change that...he's too bullheaded to think otherwise...he's too much like you. ~~Krev lets a smile linger across his face.~~ KMD: But that look in his eyes...he was actually lusting over that title...he was looking at it as if it alone meant something...I thought I raised him better than that...I thought- ~~Krev shakes his head, looking at the camera.~~ KMD: My thoughts are shit. Gotta clear all of that out...get over it. He's going to rip through that fed like it was a christmas present...he's good. Damn good. If I could have got him to join IWF... ~~KMD frowns as he sits up straight.~~ KMD: Damn it, kid. ~~Krev takes another long swig from the glass.~~ KMD: More pressing matters at hand...definately. That means you, Ebdon. ~~KMD downs the rest of the glass, staring straight at the camera, the eyes of an animal.~~ KMD: Yeah...get all giddy and British-schoolgirlish on me, Ebby. Smile knowing that THE TRU$T is down a man...smile that perhaps one of the most charismatic men this sport has ever known has been effectively shut out of the fed, booted right out of the job by his own big head. Yeah, it happens. Will it affect me? Yeah, quite frankly it will...I've lost Hand, I've lost Mike, and I've lost...gave away...Phil. That leaves Windsor and me. Just the two of us. We're still effective...it only takes one man to watch your back, and Windsor is a damn good man for the job. Will you take my title? ~~KMD stops, reaching to pour another drink. He shakes his head 'no'.~~ KMD: I don't think so...not this time. KMD is too strong to fail now, and there isn't a damn thing you can do that will make me lose sight of my destination. I can feel that gold...almost taste it...but it isn't the gold I'm after, I'm after the title...to be IWF Heavyweight Champion once again will mean everything...it will mean that things are being set right, it will mean that there is a deserving man holding the title, it will mean that we will be working our way out of the shit, coming to terms that the old regime will not fall. Not yet. ~~He takes a swig of the brown liquid, and then stands, visibly pacing for the camera.~~ KMD: Revolutions are the things that keep things new, fresh...I'm not spent, not yet. My time isn't over...no matter what you or anyone of those other fools out there say. Keep dreaming, kids, and someday you too may rule the world of wrestling...but not yet. This is my time. ~~He pauses, pointing at the camera.~~ KMD:My Time. ~~KMD stops and begins to pace again.~~ KMD: Keep trying, boys. Keep trying...because that's all you can do. I can feel it, I can feel the axe getting closer to my head...the hatchet through my career...but not a single one of you carry it. I haven't seen any talent, any skill, any potential from any of you. When I think you deserve a shot, I'm testing you. When I talk about you, that means you have my attention. When I slam you and everything you have ever done...some might call it fear...I call it knowledge. I know you and what you can do. I know what you will do and how far you will go...I've trained too many in the past not to know. And I'm going to let you all in on a little secret...none of you are worthy, and it is my manifest destiny to make sure not a single one of you get your chance. Not yet. Not yet. KMD: Because when the time comes, we will all know it. Lie to yourselves, convince yourselves that you are the ones...that it is your time to shine...that you are ready for the gold, the gold I once held. Not with me around...not a single one of you are worthy...hell, the title may not even be worthy of me, but I'm willing to hold it until there is someone...someone with the right stuff...that can take it from me. I see a roster full of nothing. KMD: But Ebdon...Ebdon...you think that you deserve it, that it belongs to you because you held an incarnation. Nothing, kid, nothing. The fed was dead, and you knew it...I put it out of it's misery. I made sure that it didn't suffer any longer...and, besides, now we know why it was suffering. We now know why I had to put it out of it's misery...the truth comes out, stinking like curdled milk. You're a disease, Ebdon. A sickness. We can't afford to let you have it... ~~KMD turns and takes a long swig of whiskey. He smiles at the camera.~~ KMD: But we see your eyes drifting other places, don't we? ~~Krev smiles, walking towards his display rack. He picks up the IWF Bad-Ass title, holding close. He smiles at the camera.~~ KMD: You want to get a little more savage, don't you...you want to claim the bloodiest and toughest prize in the game...you don't want to be a leader, that much is evident by you attacking everyone in sight and not giving a damn, but you would rather be something a little more...primal. ~~Krev smiles, holding the title, running his fingers along the finely-tooled cracks and splits in it's surface.~~ KMD: I'll have something for you, Ebdon, when the time comes. I've been making some deals with some people...you will have your chance. I will make sure you get your chance to shine...through a long, bloody war. It'll be the toughest fight of your life...not because you will be facing KMD, but rather because you will face everyone else. Most of all, you will face yourself... ~~Krev winks at the camera, and places the title back on the display rack with the others.~~ KMD: ...that's the toughest battle of all. It'll be a magnificent night...but you will soon find out all about that. All of you will soon find out about that. ~~Krev smiles at the camera again, and then turns back to his desk, picking up the glass and putting it to his lips. He pauses.~~ KMD: It'll be a night that legends will be made...and I will be their King. ~~He takes down the rest of the glass, smiling, as the camera fades to black.~~ |
