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Post by -The Iceman Levi Russow- on Sept 2, 2020 20:25:24 GMT -5
Tuesday Night Riot Las Vegas, NV Tuesday, September 15th, 2020 Non-Title World Champion Showcase Mack McKane vs. Kazimir MoskovitzRP Deadline Sunday, September 13th, 2020 11:59pm Eastern Recommended 300 minimum 5000 maximum Segment Deadline Monday, September 14st, 2020 11:59pm Eastern
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Post by Kazimir Moskovitz on Sept 9, 2020 19:05:22 GMT -5
“BLYAD!”
(The door gets damn near kicked off its hinges as a bruised and bleeding Kazimir Moskovitz storms in throwing chairs and anything else in his way as he punches the wall repeatedly until his knuckles start to bleed at which point he begins headbutting the wall until he finally stops with his head resting against it.)
Kazimir Moskovitz: This is not...the plan. This is NOT THE WAY...MY CRUSADE IS SUPPOSED TO GO!!! And here you are again...your cameras in my face, MOCKING Kazimir’s pain! For WHAT? To watch the spiral of my sanity? To gloat at the level of my failures!? BLYAD!!!
(Kazimir flings himself around, back crashing against the wall as his head raises to the sky.)
Kazimir Moskovitz: The Collateral Damage title...is all. It is all Kazimir wants...all Kazimir NEEDS. And you take, and take, and TAKE it right out of my battle-tested hands! I lose your open challenge...I lose to this...BRAGGART! You take Kazimir’s opportunity to thrive...to survive...to COMPLETE MY MISSION!!!
B L Y A D !!!
(Kazimir slides down the wall with his head in his hands…and when he looks up...it’s pure death in his eyes.)
Kazimir Moskovitz: ...is all “Herr Russow” and his foolish contempt for Kazimir’s fault. He has warned me that he would find way to stop Kazimir in his tracks...I did not know he would go so far as to overtake an entire company for the goal of holding me back. But it will...not...work. And he knows this. Even in defeat, KAZIMIR...KILLS!!! And so you think you “feed” me to your precious bastard McKane? I WELCOME YOUR CHALLENGE!
(Kazimir shifts forward on his knees as he bows, hammer fist pounding the ground in alternating beats before jumping up in a crouching position and screaming at the camera.)
Kazimir Moskovitz: KAZIMIR THRIVES IN THE HEAT OF WAR!!! SO COME, MCKANE! BRING YOUR BLADE! BRING YOUR SNARK! BRING YOUR BAD INTENTIONS...IT MEANS NOTHING TO KAZIMIR!!! I AM NOT YOUR SHOWCASE! I AM NOT YOUR STEPPING STONE! I...AM KAZIMIR MOSKOVITZ!!! I AM THE RUSSIAN NIGHTMARE!!! I AM THE SHEPHERD OF FIRE TO SEND YOU TO HELL!!! AND...
YA...KONETS...SVETA!!!!!
(Kazimir bites at the camera as he pushes the cameraman aside and leaves to go fix his wounds.)
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Post by Mack "The Knife" McKane on Sept 11, 2020 16:36:36 GMT -5
“GRAVE DIGGER… There is blood on your hands! You built this empire on salt and sand! Not all is fair in love and war… History repeats, we’ve seen this all before!”
...we’ve given a vampire the keys to the blood bank.
(The scene opens with Mack McKane still walking through the night massaging his wrists as we hear a ‘65 Mustang roar to life pulling up beside him.)
“OI, MISS! HOW MUCH FER A SHAG!?”
(Mack turns his head and sees the shit-eating grin of his brother Kenny beaming at him from the driver’s seat.)
Mack McKane: Fuckin’ Hell...you’re drivin’ again? These sidewalks ain’t even safe no more.
Kenny McKane: YES, you cheeky slag. I’m drivin’ again now do ya wanna fookin’ ride or not?
(Mack cracks a sideways grin at him and circles around getting in the front seat buckling his seatbelt.)
Kenny McKane: Well now...who’da thought in such short order I’d be pickin’ YOU up from the clinker, eh?
Mack McKane: Thanks bruv...I owe ya one.
Kenny McKane: Look at the car you’re sittin’ in...think we’ll call it even, innit?
Mack McKane: You deserve it...livin’ that false charge an’ helpin’ me save Matts and whatnot.
Kenny McKane: So what’d you do to get that old psycho so mad he threw ya in jail?
Mack McKane: He sold his soul for a suit and tie...I guess people are only allowed to get wild when it’s him doin’ the rule breakin’.
Kenny McKane: Bollocks. Fuckin’...bollocks. By the way, he’s already got you booked facin’ that nutter Russian prick. Gives me the creeps, put ‘im out to pasture for us all, eh?
Mack McKane: You ain’t gotta tell me twice, innit?
Kenny McKane: Yeah well...let’s get you home to the missus.
(They drive off to the hotel everyone is staying at for the duration of the pandemic...for now..)
“Little do you know… I know you’re hurt while I’m sound asleep. Little do you know… All my mistakes are slowly drowning me. Little do you know… I’m tryin’ to make it better piece by piece. Little do you know I… ...I love you till the sun dies.”
(Mack slowly opens the door trying not to wake anybody as he slithers his way into the room turning to try and shut the door quietly...as he turns around, he sees Dodger sitting in the middle of the floor just staring at him. Mack whispers…)
Mack McKane: Hey handsome...be quiet mmkay? Mum’s tryina sle-EEP!
(As he’s saying that last word, Mattie Cormier comes flying out of nowhere tackling Mack against the wall and kissing him passionately. Mack feels her sink into him as he wraps his arms around her tightly. When she’s finally done trying to eat his face she rests her head on his chest as he kisses the top of her head.)
Mack McKane: YOU should be asleep, Ms.
Mattie Cormier: Yeah like THAT was gonna fuckin’ happen while my man is somewhere out there in handcuffs!
Mack McKane: It weren’t nothin’ I couldn’t handle, love.
Mattie Cormier: It’s still utter bullshit that it happened in the first place! We WORK there for Christ’s sake! And of COURSE you were gonna want a piece of Everett too!
(Mack lifts her chin and kisses her gently again.)
Mack McKane: ...I’ve never been prouder o’ YOU, though.
Mattie Cormier: Well...some smooth-talkin’ street cat taught me a new way to fight back.
Mack McKane: How irresponsible of him!
Mattie Cormier: Indeed...he should be punished!
Mack McKane: In a bit love...first I need to set up the camera and speak on this before you drain the wired and pent-up anger outta me.
Mattie Cormier: *giggles* You just make sure you save a little o’ that for ME, Papi.
Mack McKane: Oh...don’t you worry...I got plenty to go around...or three.
(Mattie giggles again and kisses him as she takes his hand and leads him into the foyer where she’s been working on new art and new outfits...she lets go of Mack’s hand and rushes over to set up the camera on a tripod as Mack cracks his neck and focuses on what he wants to say before scratching a lazy Dodger behind the ears. His palm leaf sized tongue hanging out of his mouth, smiling in approval. Mack walks over and takes a seat in an armchair crossing his legs as Mattie walks over and kisses him on the forehead handing him Cutrina as he flips it out of habit as she walks over and gives him the signal she’s pressed play.)
“I will not speak of your sin… There was a way out for him. The mirror shows not… ...your values are all shot.”
Mack McKane: Surprised to see me? Yes, I would imagine so. As the last time you saw me approximately what...two, maybe three hours ago I was carried out of that arena in handcuffs? Frankly, I’m as surprised as you are. Especially after what I done when I was in there. See, “Iceman”, I heard all the stories. Yer son is yer number one fan, innit? So I know exactly how you used to run wild, all the brawls, all YOUR arrests. So what...is it jealousy ‘cause the receding pride of your youth is calling a taxi out? You’re a fookin’ piss-ass hypocrite.
(Mack uncrosses his legs and twirls Cutrina to life leaning forward in the chair getting a bit more active.)
Mack McKane: ...you say one day I’ll thank you, huh. Why wait? THANK you, “Iceman”! Thank you for showing me your true colors before I put too much faith in you. Thank you for showing you’re just as bullshite and two-faced as the LAST twat what held your position was! You say you’re doin’ it to be “impartial”...I say you’re doin’ it because you traded your stones for a tie. “The Iceman” is LONG dead now, innit!? Now it’s “Mr. Russow” the high and mighty President and COO of the company! ALL HAIL, INNIT?
(Mack looks lovingly into the blade of Cutrina.)
Mack McKane: ...d’you remember your introduction to me, “Iceman”? Lemme refresh you, shall I? YOU...were doin’ your best...to track down and KILL a young girl you claimed to care so much for you’d kill for her. And ME...well...I weren’t about to let that happen, innit? The night you met me...you left with a bleeding hole and a limp and you’d THINK...that memory, that scar, would have taught you a lesson about who the FUCK you’re dealin’ with. Cutrina and I remember...the dull splatters on her face remind us of your blood dripping rubies to the cobblestone below. And THAT...was when it weren’t personal! But now...NOW...you changed the game, innit.
(Mack starts moving around in the chair anxiously before throwing himself up and pacing around like a feral beast as he walks back over and sits on the very edge of the chair pressing his thumb and forefinger together and pointing it towards the camera to emphasize his point.)
Mack McKane: And now you just book me in what YOu call a “Showcase” against that bonkers ass Russian what thinks he rules this world? You think I’m just gonna show back up to work, the diligent employee, ready to kiss your ass and say “Yes Sir”!? Bruv...you’ve blown a FULL gasket, ain’tcha? But y’know what? I’m glad...I’m GLAD you’ve “given me” this “opportunity” and I’ll tell you why. Number one...I don’t need to fookin’ SHOWCASE for ANYONE. You all KNOW who the fuck I am and what the FUCK I’m gonna do to that bastard. Number two...I’m gonna take this match and show up to put that fuckin’ nutter in the ground for trying to fly above his stature, trying to tell everyone HE”S the real face of hardcore. Kid, I warned you on Twitter to fookin’ watch yerself and ya didn’t listen so NOW...I gotta show you what a REAL RockNRolla looks like. And number three...I WILL show up to this match...because that means you cannot ban me from the arena THIS time...and after I’m done bleeding that Cossack cunt dry...I’m gonna be watching that battle royal…VERY carefully. And oh...I never thought I’d say this...but how I PRAY that little cockrag Everett Jacobs wins. THAT...would make me very happy indeed.
(Mack calms down a bit and leans back in the chair as Mattie walks into frame dressed in a sexy little black dress sitting on his lap crossing her bare legs across his as she lifts his chin and kisses him gently.)
Mack McKane: Whassa matter Everett? D’you see somethin’ that bothers you? Somethin’ you want?
(Mack wraps his arms around her and pulls her in closer as she giggles a bit noting Mack getting very serious.)
Mack McKane: Too fookin’ bad, innit? Because she chose ME. You stole her body away but her heart was with me the entire time! So I want you...to stand with your new little politician, Russow...and I want you both to see what I’m going to do to that kid. Here lies Kazimir Moskovitz...he had promise but crossed the wrong motherfucker, innit? I want you to watch because when you get in that ring...for that battle royal...I want you to look down at the mat beneath your feet. Because it’ll be crimson and tear stained. And for every puddle of blood there is? That is how many ounces of YOUR blood I’m going to drain from you when I get my fookin’ hands on yas. You and “Mr. Russow” are going to learn one harsh fact of life that I tried to warn you about from the beginning…
...your life changes...when I become your enemy.
(Mack scoops Mattie into his arms as he stands up carrying her as she laughs quietly as Dodger jumps up in the chair to reclaim his spot.)
Mack McKane: Now if you twats will EXCUSE me...I have some...business...to attend to.
(They walk off screen as we hear Mattie laughing and things getting knocked over as the camera just focuses on Dodger breathing heavily and smiling into the camera as the screen goes blue because the tape has run out.)
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