Phoenix Winterborn & Whitney Marret Check Into The Hardcore Hotel

[Daddy Mack]

"Lowlife" by Kid Rock comes over the pa bringing the sold out crowd to their feet yet again for another week of WAR. The Mack strutting his ass out like he owns the place and don't give no shit for who gives a fuck. Mack dancing to his own beat as he has all his fucking life and skips on down the aisle almost, dances, acts crazy, acts like a fucking tard on roids, but really is just doing what he wants cause he can get away with it all due to what how much more he gives in that ring. Mack all goofy looking and sarcastic as he lays his Underground and Tag Titles on the apron sliding them in the ring, pats his SEF Title around his waist and hops to the apron all cocky and arrogant making everyone look humble and reserved compared to The Showsteala. The Mack dancing in the ring to spin into a muscle pose, pops up in a crotch chop and pulls up his other two title belts to lay on the bed where he now lays looking up in the mirror supported above the bed by four posts wrapped in green neon light tubes like last week. The Hardcore Hotel sign blinking on the ropes with the vacancy light below glowing and stepping in the ring to the side of the bed watching everything like a hawk is The Fabulous Beast who works directly for Mack and goes nowhere unless The Showsteala says so. A fancy suit and sunglasses cover the massive frame of Griffin who hangs back as Mack lays back on the bed surrounded by his championship gold looking like an elitist egotistical extreme asshole ready to bring the world to its knees once again with a microphone loosely held to his mouth.

Its real simple boys and girls. Tonight we got two guests and two of who were here last week, but it seems to be going around behind that curtain I hear from shouting by the brass that Phoenix Winterborn be on thin ice as far as being the so called chosen one. So kid, bring your ass out here and Whitney Marret, come on down and give a review, give a speech to fire this so called Phoenix up and rise him from the proverbial ashes. Make no mistake though, you try and come out here and run over The Mack's show and I will cut your ass off on this tick or with a kick. That goes for you Phoenix, you want to draw out The Mack as I heard through the grapevine instead of from you directly like a man would do challenging someone they supposedly have a problem with in this ring!?! Then son, call me out, challenge me, and I give you what you give me, only bigger, better, ad damn sure brighter.

Mack all cocky and flashing that sarcastic grin with pearly whites exposed a little, heh, The Mack is always exposing himself.

Come on out and let's go, do your thing boys and girls, then The Mack will do his, so stick around or don't even bother coming out on my time cause I'll hunt ya down like a dog and put ya down just the same. This ain't rocket time or howdy doody or whatever new age hip shit the kids be watching cause if its not SEF, why should i give a shit!? Tonight, two people check in, two power players and we know Whitney has backed up everything in this ring, but Phoenix is a slacking cause I just whooped his ass Monday night and made sure the XWF Champion beat the SEX Champion who represents SEW and more, yet failed to out shine by so called old ass who needs to go. I ho nowhere, but the top and you either knock me down or stay the fuck outta my way!

Mack kicked back waiting for his guests as the crowd cheers and oohs him on.

[Liz]

All the lights go out and a single bright white spot light goes to the top of the ramp as "The Catalyst"  hits plays over the PA system. A bunch of purple, red, blue, and green lights pulsate to the sound of the music and circle the area at the same time and a woman comes out from the back and with closer inspection, this woman is none other than the SEF Founder and War/Anarchy Owner, Whitney Marret wearing a black dress with strap and buckles accents on the sides, pleats with a red tartan pattern, black ruffle trim and adjustable straps that goes to her mid-thigh and she sports a necklace from Jewelmint collect called "Renegade" that is a necklace  that goes down her chest and the blot at the end that's encrusted with pearls, rubies, citrines, and peridots that rests beautiful on her cleavage that only being a mom could give her and a pair of matching earrings that dangle down to her shoulders, a Three silver tone chain bracelets with "Fearless" and a small red bird on the one with the word plate on it , the same black leather "Warrior" boot, and a knee length black military jacket. She's got her dark ruby red slightly curly hair down, with each step she takes, her hair bounces and sparkles and it cascades down her back and in front over her shoulders. She walks down the ramp, slapping a few fans hands, smiling from ear to ear with a mega-bright smile, as she walks down the ramp, she sways her ass from side to side to what seems to be the rhythm of the song and keeps on walking down and reaches the steel steps as Mack strolls over to sit on the middle rope and raise the top ring rope. She walks on the apron and Whitney bending over with her ass inches from Mack's face and he is staring at the fine booty of the boss's with a very wide grin of approval. Whitney gets in the ring and Mack shortly follows. There is a mic at the end of the bed waiting for Whitney and she squats down and picks it up. Whitney spins around to find Mack waiting in front of her like an eager school boy wanting something with a smile on his face bigger than shit. Whitney steps away and looks at him with an eyebrow cocked and says.

Whitney Marret:
Last weeks shit was too much. Your show was a clusterfuck to say the least with all that was going on. All I wanted to do was give my champs a pep talk to get them reved up to become the champs in the new era that's to come when I beat Viper. But it didn't happen like that. But that was last week and this is this week as everyone knows. I want to say a couple of  things. One, thank you for having me on your show for the last few weeks. I've really enjoyed it. Come out here to talk to you fans and the people that work for me, it's a great feeling to be surrounded by such awesomeness.....it's not just you Mack, so please don't get a HUGE ego, if it's not already there.

Everyone laughs as Mack smiles shrugs innocently as Whitney continues to talk.

Whitney Marret:
The second before my chosen one comes out is that you, the SEF fans, have been the main reason why I want SEF to be the best,  no matter what, come the February 16th edition of Sacrifice, in the end, I will ALWAYS be here in some form or another. If Viper so happens to beat me, yes, I'll go away but this change that I've set into motion here in SEF and within the SEW network, my legacy will live on in so many ways. Starting from how shit is ran to everything else, I've got my shit going for me. I am more determined to have voice be heard louder than before and I know that it might be too late but better late than never. You see Mack, yes, your dear sexy as hell HBIC has a major fear of what's to come for me. I know that I haven't known Vic as long as you but outta the two of you, he strike more fear in me than you. With al the sick and twisted things that he can come up, there's NO telling what he has in store for me. But when I look into the faces of each and one of those superstars in back and into yours, my one and only Showsteala, I see the faces that believe in me. Believe that I can over throw the king. I will not let some two bit bastard stop me from what I need to do. As long as the SEF fans and superstars and wrestlers around the world believe that I can be the one to put Viper out, I can do anything. I am no longer broken and living under Vic's loaded gun. The future of SEF is at stake. With the champions that I see on the roster already, we're only get started on being the best. Mack, I know that after this Tina's got a match with Phoenix and it's for the SEW Sports Entertainment Xtreme World Heavyweight Championship. I've got a lot of faith in him and hope that he'll rise to the occasion every night. I can't wait to see My Chosen Tradition retain his title and prove why he's the future Face of SEF tonight.

Whitney smiles with a bright smile to match her attitude and lowers her mic and points to the ring.[ /font]

[Daddy Mack]

Mack grinning wide as ever just slides an arm around the shoulders of his boss a bit relaxed and maybe lustfully, but its Mack, deal with it. His mic brought up to his mouth as Mack's eyes look down to Whitney's breasts exposed a bit from the top of her dress and just begins to ramble.

So ya see sweetheart, the Hardcore Hotel is all...

Mack shaking his head looking up into Whitney's eyes telling him to focus on her more than her tits even though she likes it. The Mack just a grinning and now shoots with the boss.

Last week could be considered a clusterfuck, of fun, for I once again stole the show right here in the Hardcore Hotel without even getting physical and tonight I ain't even got a match, so maybe we include The Showsteala making Phoenix versus Tina a triple threat!? Then again, Phoenix probably ain't ready after the match I gave him two nights ago on Sacrifice?! Anyways, last week ya saw my bodyguard take care of that big spic and his bitch got taken down by the Golden Gal, but the real clusterfuck is when your chosen one pulled a real Drew McIntyre to fall flat on his face when coming into SEF, into the Hardcore Hotel, into my ring, and no sold everything that happened like he is some big star, like he is a standard bearer. Phoenix Winterborn is a name unrecognizable compared to that of Daddy Mack, in or out of SEF, and he better recognize that fact if he expects anyone out here in the ring, in the crowd, or backstage to get behind him. No one cares about you Phoenix, no one wants to see you here because you fail to give them a reason to watch you.

Mack looking towards the aisle now speaking to Phoenix since the kid ain't got the balls to show up already as the crowd cheers him on. The Mack cocky as ever grinning sarcastically, but a twinkle of seriousness in them baby blues show us he knows what he be talking about, something Phoenix don't know.

Hell, the boy still ain't answered any questions I had for him, still ain't answered me as to why he brought up politicking Monday night when it had nothing to do with our match or The Mack. Now maybe Phoenix is a politicker, maybe that is why he has always made it big in the small time promotions he has been in? Maybe that is why he can't hang in SEF, because we've been politic free since, well since forever?! But hey, enough speculating, why doesn't the chump come on down and express himself the best way he knows how and if its to fight, then I be bringing that like no one else can cause no one can legitimately call themselves The Showsteala, a name I earned globally before SEF made its name worldwide?!! Come on down son and let's see what ya have to offer to SEF, but make no mistake about it, you think your taking over my show and once again you will be reminded why you have failed everytime you tried. Go back and watch what happened when you tried and learn from your mistakes before you make another that cost you dearly. Then again, maybe your focus is on Tina as it should be cause that girl is good in this ring, hell, she was trained by me. Don't make her Mack cause no one picks up that slack, but she gonna give a match of your life!

Mack still a grinning as the crowd cheer and now turns back to Whitney escorting her to the bed where she sits down keeping her legs together like the truest lady looking hot as hell. The Mack patting his SEF World Title around his waist over the belt holding up his blue jeans and he now picks up the XWF Title and Tag Title belts to sling them over his left shoulder which is bare. Mack's hair hanging freely down his back after flicking it back arrogantly and he backs up looking to Whitney with a half cocked grin.

Sit back and watch your chosen one Whitney cause if he can't come out here promote himself in SEF as the SEX World Heavyweight Champion should, then we all know its a matter of time before the self proclaimed American Tradition bails out to head back to the minor leagues like that shitty promotion outta Chitown Roxy ran! You Whit, you got nothing to prove, you don't have to beat Viper in the Sacrifice Match for SEF will never be his again and we all know it. Yes I do know Viper is going to play more games with you, be a sick, twisted bastard that he tells you he is, but he won't be walking out with anything over you, I promise.

Mack with sincerity in his baby blue eyes and winks to Whitney, then flashes his grin again.

By the way, I never made you or anyone fear me because it just ain't my shtick. What is The Mack is making everyone jealous, making them all hate me because I come out here and outshine them all. Its why Phoenix could never get to me the way he thinks he did. Its why when he thought I was in this ring playing to his lil spiel of shit, I could care less he was out here and made no motion towards him what so ever. I am behind you a hundred percent Whitney on everything you do, I know you look out for this business, just as I do. Difference is, I do it in the ring and when Phoenix grows up and comes to The Mack and stands out here to listen and learn a thing or two, then I will give him the time of day a World Champion deserves. Until then, I'm a stand right here and do nothing for if he gets out of hand, I got someone to take care of my light work.

Mack turning to step back closer to Whitney looking a bit cocky and relaxed, but motions to The Fabulous Beast as the reason he can enjoy such a demeanor. Make no mistake, Mack sees it all and does it all more times than anyone in SEF today. Phoenix better learn to recognize who's who and what is what or just keep his ass in the back until its time for him to lose his title and fade away like last time. Otherwise, come correct and speak your mind, stand in the ring and await to hear what Mack has to say cause if Phoenix thinks this show ends on his word, he has another thing coming, like every other time he been out here, he will be humbled and humiliated by The Showsteala.

[The American Tradition]

As Mack and Whitney Marret were in the ring, the lights drop slightly as Linkin Park's "Waiting on the Light" remix that was made for Phoenix Winterborn steps out from behind the curtain, his elbow taped up from his match with Mack at Sacrifice. The SEX World Heavyweight champion looked towards the ring, and shook out his arm. He walked down towards the ring with a smile on his face. Nodding his head at a few of his fans, he climbed up the steps and into the ring, taking the title off of his shoulder and grabbing a mic with his sore arm. Looking out on the crowd, they were still cheering for Mack in the ring. It was time for the World's Heavyweight champion to try a different approach.

"Well, here I am, Mack. You wanted me to come out, and face you? You got it. Gotta admit, we went through at Sacrifice, am I right? Who saw that match?"

The crowd cheers in a show of respect, as Phoenix continued.

"I made a mistake, though. I took my eyes off the prize for a split second, and it cost me the match and the XWF Heavyweight championship. I'll be the first to admit. I gave you one HELL of a fight, just like you gave me one HELL of a fight. That night, though? You were the better man, and I can respect that. The only thing I have issue with, though...is you trying to get into my title match I have later on tonight. See, I already have enough on my plate tonight with Taylor Andrews for this here championship." He holds the belt up for all to see. "But, you wanted me to answer you a question, right? How I think you politic your way around here? Well, let's look at your conversation with Whitney from just a moment ago. You were trying to get into the match, eh? It's admirable, really. I took a crack at your belt, and now you want to take a crack at mine. Well, I tell ya what, mayne...ya want a crack at me so bad? Bring it on!"

Phoenix stepped back, and lobbed the championship over his shoulder, awaiting Mack's reply.

[Daddy Mack]

Mack stepping towards Phoenix with his XWF Title and SEW Tag Title over his left shoulder holding them up with one hand not showing the strain of the weight on his face. He gets inches from Phoenix and sticks his arrogant face right up to peer into the American Tradition's eyes. Mack with his other hand on the top of his SEF Title around his waist lifts the mic up in that hand to his mouth with that ever widening grin of sarcasm.

You think me being a smart ass prick to Whitney is me politicking to get in the main event tonight? Phoenix, kid, c'mon, you seriously don't know who in the hell The Mack is and what I am all about. I am not booked tonight and well I don't need to be in order to steal the show as evident of this Hardcore Hotel that out draws them all, I am always up for action as you found out on Sacrifice. Yes, we had a kick ass match and I give ya credit for once, you finally gave me a good match, but man, what took ya so long!? Where has this Phoenix Winterborn been for the past year? This is who I want to face, who needs to shine in order to live up to Whitney Marret's choice. She saw something in you and I'll admit, I see a good wrestler in you, but to carry my jock ya gotta step up a whole hell of a lot more!! You have to really get on my level, a level of competing when people think you can't go anymore and prove them all wrong. I been doing that my whole life, long before SEF was founded or became the global empire it is today. This skinny twerp from the city that never was, he's been proving 'em all wrong. Now yes, I would take your title in an instant if I had a shot, but I wasn't trying to weasel my way into the main event to do that, to politic, naw man, I just want action and if you want me to take a crack at ya, again, then next week on WAR, one on one, one more time and I'll put one my belts up, maybe the SEF Title this time!?! Don't matter to me, it could be no titles, no rules, just pure hardcore WAR between the best and the man who wishes he was.

Mack pointing to Phoenix and shrugs, then lowers the mic staying in the American Tradition's face with that smug, arrogant, sarcastic grin not giving a fuck for anything or anyone. The Fabulous Beast is a watching and ready for action himself while Whitney sits on the bed smiling at the scene of possibly the years rivalry developing before hers and the worlds eyes, the real future of SEF!?!?!