Sitting at the bar in the Underground Arena is Daddy Mack in his ring gear and a black t-shirt with a glass of whiskey in his hand taking a sip now to set it down and smirk sarcastically.
Coulda let Xanthus stay home since want to be here, but I know he will drive the twenty minutes or whatever it takes to get here and phone in a half ass performance because he just wants to chill in da hood. And I don't blame him, he f'n earned it, and so did I, and this is my hood right here in Detroit at the house I built, the Underground Arena. I could stay up here all night and not have a match and still be the biggest draw on WAR. So fuck it, I said enough.
Mack picking his glass up to down it and calls for a refill.