TDCA (Tax Deductible Charitable Act) M.D.K. rp vs Alex Black
Mar 9, 2014 19:54:09 GMT -4
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Post by mdk on Mar 9, 2014 19:54:09 GMT -4
“Reap what you sow.”
“Get what you give.”
“Karma will catch you.”
“Whatever you want to call it, whatever history book you want to open, whatever axe there is to grind, it will be shit when I grind you… into dust.”
(M.D.K. sits in almost darkness, in a billiards room alone. The dim glow of the green lamp on the desk can barely illuminate the room, let alone the man speaking as he caresses the book by his hand. It had been a few weeks since the Survive and Conquer event and he had received news soon after that a certain former employee and long-time recurring adversary of the Superior One had been baying for his blood. While one hand caresses various tomes on his desk, the other twirls a pen absentmindedly.)
M.D.K.: “All I have heard since Survive and Conquer put my name back out there on everybody’s radar was that this person wants a piece of me, I annoyed that person and every other son of a bitch in professional wrestling saw fit to have some grievance against me for everything I have ever done in every way, shape or form. One name though came to the forefront; a name that stood out from every other mook that felt worthy of standing in the ring to me. That man… was Alex Black.”
(The pen jabs down onto the desk as though it was a knife plunging into a heart.)
M.D.K.: “Every step you have taken, every move you have made, I have been one step ahead of you. From beating you in the ring, to manipulating out of the ring, I have out-fought, outfoxed and outdone you each and every time. But you still have a desire, a passion… dare I say… obsession to be back in the ring with me at one of the most historic events in professional wrestling. Rasslemania X. The elite of APW and professional wrestling in general are gathering for the swansong of one of wrestling’s most prestigious and historic companies and we will be there on the second night, man to man, toe to toe to settle this once and for all.”
“And why wouldn’t I want to step into the ring Al? I mean, you are a man who has built a legacy over the past couple of years and truly made a name for yourself as a formidable foe for anybody bold enough to face you. And yet… what have you amounted to be? Sure, you still have years ahead of you but what have you really amounted to so far Alex? I mean other than a kid in his twenties who needs a therapist, an annoyance to me and a pawn I choose to play with when I am bored.”
(M.D.K. smirks, chews on the pen and ponders for a moment before continuing.)
M.D.K.: “You see, you really thought that I needed bartering and bribery to beat you in the Extreme Tournament way back when. But ask Adrien Specter, Leander Apollo, Marko Flins, Kill Crazy, Mark Mania, Fallen Fucking Angel or any other peon, pissant or peasant who has ever gone against me in the Extreme Tournament and thought that they had a chance; thought that they had a chance and fell flat on my face. You think that you are something different from anybody else beaten by me in the Extreme Tournament? You think that you were any different to any other bitch who stared up at the lights courtesy of me? Something special? Something unlike any other? The only thing you ever were for me as an opponent Alex, was a pawn to achieve something greater. The only thing you ever were to me as an employee Alex, was just another body…”
(M.D.K. offers an almost innocent look to the camera.)
M.D.K.: “Harsh? Maybe. Fair? Unquestionably. You see Alex; you have wanted this opportunity for a long, long time. You have this desire to prove to me, to the wrestling community and most importantly to yourself that you can get to the next level in this industry. That you are something more than a perennial also-ran in wrestling. That you aren’t just a simpleton who has friends that keep Maybelline and Max Factor shares soaring.”
“One of the biggest events of not just the year, but the history of professional wrestling will play host to this battle. A man who has done it all and a man with it all to prove will see whether or not, you can take the next step towards significance.”
“You may not have been anything of note in wrestling yet Alex. You may not have left arenas amazed, jaws dropped or panties wet, but you are going to be standing in the ring with a man to whom that is second nature to him. A man whose natural stance is to have one arm raised in victory. A man who has graced an APW ring a handful of times and yet is still placed in a moment of history for this company. Alex, I don’t hate you, I won’t lose sleep over the prospect of beating the tar out of you in the middle of the ring but I won’t disrespect you. Rasslemania X is the greatest opportunity of your life; it is the biggest opportunity for you to be something more than ordinary. A chance for you to make history. A chance for you to be… immortalised and for that; for everything I have already done to you and will do to you at Rasslemania… You’re welcome…”
(The light gets brighter and illuminates the whole room. M.D.K. winces at the change of brightness. A familiar female figure stands in the doorway to the study in what is clearly one of M.D.K.’s shirts. It is SCW Play-by-play, Courtney Reynolds.)
CR: “Are you going to come to bed or are you still being an asshole?”
(He looks up and smirks. Courtney shakes her head.)
CR: “Danny, I saw the need for Survive and Conquer but this? What does this achieve Danny? What does this prove to anybody?”
M.D.K.: “Court, you know Alex Black, you heard how much he has craved this. You have seen what he has said and how he has documented every single interaction between us. You have seen his obsession with me lead to this moment and it would be rude to not oblige the kid with his dream. It would be rude to not give him the one thing he has craved for so long. It would be rude to not indulge a man with hunger like he has. I remember being like that. I remember when I would get the bit between my teeth and do anything to get my hands on that one white whale. For Alex Black, I am that white whale.”
CR: “Didn’t the white whale drag Ahab to his death?”
(M.D.K. flashes a wicked grin to his ever-despairing partner.)
CR: “What is this about Danny? You took the hiatus and turned that into retirement. You took the Survive and Conquer to appease your ego and being in the last two of your group is something that anybody would be envious of. But this? Who is this helping? You have nothing to prove…”
M.D.K.: “… and nothing to gain but still I will be there. You didn’t see the look in his eyes, you didn’t hear the passion in his voice when he asked for this match and you haven’t felt that passion for competition drawing you in. To have that yearning, that hunger to climb back into the ring is like nothing on earth. Alex needs this match… but I want it.”
CR: “Are you going to be long? I’m cold and I need my human hot water bottle.”
(She playfully smiles at him and he returns the favour.)
M.D.K.: “Soon…”
(Courtney rolls her eyes and backs away.)
M.D.K.: “Turn the light out please!”
(She sighs, obliges and leaves M.D.K. alone. He looks into the camera again.)
M.D.K.: “Alex, I have toyed with you, baited you and beaten you for too long now. Rasslemania is your proving ground. Show me how you have grown, show me what you can do and show me that you are something more than just another pawn. That you are something more than average and that you are something more… than inferior.”
(With that, he reaches over to the lamp and switches it off leaving the room in darkness.)
“Get what you give.”
“Karma will catch you.”
“Whatever you want to call it, whatever history book you want to open, whatever axe there is to grind, it will be shit when I grind you… into dust.”
(M.D.K. sits in almost darkness, in a billiards room alone. The dim glow of the green lamp on the desk can barely illuminate the room, let alone the man speaking as he caresses the book by his hand. It had been a few weeks since the Survive and Conquer event and he had received news soon after that a certain former employee and long-time recurring adversary of the Superior One had been baying for his blood. While one hand caresses various tomes on his desk, the other twirls a pen absentmindedly.)
M.D.K.: “All I have heard since Survive and Conquer put my name back out there on everybody’s radar was that this person wants a piece of me, I annoyed that person and every other son of a bitch in professional wrestling saw fit to have some grievance against me for everything I have ever done in every way, shape or form. One name though came to the forefront; a name that stood out from every other mook that felt worthy of standing in the ring to me. That man… was Alex Black.”
(The pen jabs down onto the desk as though it was a knife plunging into a heart.)
M.D.K.: “Every step you have taken, every move you have made, I have been one step ahead of you. From beating you in the ring, to manipulating out of the ring, I have out-fought, outfoxed and outdone you each and every time. But you still have a desire, a passion… dare I say… obsession to be back in the ring with me at one of the most historic events in professional wrestling. Rasslemania X. The elite of APW and professional wrestling in general are gathering for the swansong of one of wrestling’s most prestigious and historic companies and we will be there on the second night, man to man, toe to toe to settle this once and for all.”
“And why wouldn’t I want to step into the ring Al? I mean, you are a man who has built a legacy over the past couple of years and truly made a name for yourself as a formidable foe for anybody bold enough to face you. And yet… what have you amounted to be? Sure, you still have years ahead of you but what have you really amounted to so far Alex? I mean other than a kid in his twenties who needs a therapist, an annoyance to me and a pawn I choose to play with when I am bored.”
(M.D.K. smirks, chews on the pen and ponders for a moment before continuing.)
M.D.K.: “You see, you really thought that I needed bartering and bribery to beat you in the Extreme Tournament way back when. But ask Adrien Specter, Leander Apollo, Marko Flins, Kill Crazy, Mark Mania, Fallen Fucking Angel or any other peon, pissant or peasant who has ever gone against me in the Extreme Tournament and thought that they had a chance; thought that they had a chance and fell flat on my face. You think that you are something different from anybody else beaten by me in the Extreme Tournament? You think that you were any different to any other bitch who stared up at the lights courtesy of me? Something special? Something unlike any other? The only thing you ever were for me as an opponent Alex, was a pawn to achieve something greater. The only thing you ever were to me as an employee Alex, was just another body…”
(M.D.K. offers an almost innocent look to the camera.)
M.D.K.: “Harsh? Maybe. Fair? Unquestionably. You see Alex; you have wanted this opportunity for a long, long time. You have this desire to prove to me, to the wrestling community and most importantly to yourself that you can get to the next level in this industry. That you are something more than a perennial also-ran in wrestling. That you aren’t just a simpleton who has friends that keep Maybelline and Max Factor shares soaring.”
“One of the biggest events of not just the year, but the history of professional wrestling will play host to this battle. A man who has done it all and a man with it all to prove will see whether or not, you can take the next step towards significance.”
“You may not have been anything of note in wrestling yet Alex. You may not have left arenas amazed, jaws dropped or panties wet, but you are going to be standing in the ring with a man to whom that is second nature to him. A man whose natural stance is to have one arm raised in victory. A man who has graced an APW ring a handful of times and yet is still placed in a moment of history for this company. Alex, I don’t hate you, I won’t lose sleep over the prospect of beating the tar out of you in the middle of the ring but I won’t disrespect you. Rasslemania X is the greatest opportunity of your life; it is the biggest opportunity for you to be something more than ordinary. A chance for you to make history. A chance for you to be… immortalised and for that; for everything I have already done to you and will do to you at Rasslemania… You’re welcome…”
(The light gets brighter and illuminates the whole room. M.D.K. winces at the change of brightness. A familiar female figure stands in the doorway to the study in what is clearly one of M.D.K.’s shirts. It is SCW Play-by-play, Courtney Reynolds.)
CR: “Are you going to come to bed or are you still being an asshole?”
(He looks up and smirks. Courtney shakes her head.)
CR: “Danny, I saw the need for Survive and Conquer but this? What does this achieve Danny? What does this prove to anybody?”
M.D.K.: “Court, you know Alex Black, you heard how much he has craved this. You have seen what he has said and how he has documented every single interaction between us. You have seen his obsession with me lead to this moment and it would be rude to not oblige the kid with his dream. It would be rude to not give him the one thing he has craved for so long. It would be rude to not indulge a man with hunger like he has. I remember being like that. I remember when I would get the bit between my teeth and do anything to get my hands on that one white whale. For Alex Black, I am that white whale.”
CR: “Didn’t the white whale drag Ahab to his death?”
(M.D.K. flashes a wicked grin to his ever-despairing partner.)
CR: “What is this about Danny? You took the hiatus and turned that into retirement. You took the Survive and Conquer to appease your ego and being in the last two of your group is something that anybody would be envious of. But this? Who is this helping? You have nothing to prove…”
M.D.K.: “… and nothing to gain but still I will be there. You didn’t see the look in his eyes, you didn’t hear the passion in his voice when he asked for this match and you haven’t felt that passion for competition drawing you in. To have that yearning, that hunger to climb back into the ring is like nothing on earth. Alex needs this match… but I want it.”
CR: “Are you going to be long? I’m cold and I need my human hot water bottle.”
(She playfully smiles at him and he returns the favour.)
M.D.K.: “Soon…”
(Courtney rolls her eyes and backs away.)
M.D.K.: “Turn the light out please!”
(She sighs, obliges and leaves M.D.K. alone. He looks into the camera again.)
M.D.K.: “Alex, I have toyed with you, baited you and beaten you for too long now. Rasslemania is your proving ground. Show me how you have grown, show me what you can do and show me that you are something more than just another pawn. That you are something more than average and that you are something more… than inferior.”
(With that, he reaches over to the lamp and switches it off leaving the room in darkness.)
