313 in the House that Mack built

[Daddy Mack]

The Detroit Playaz...313...what a blast though, Mack is having a blast, such a damn good time he's finally ventured outside the Underground Arena for the first time all year and for the first time in almost a year. He pulls up to 10632 Mack Avenue in a silver toyota sedan handing the driver a wad of cash as he gets out in his blue jeans and black boots with his old leather jacket zipped up and a black ballcap backwards holding down his long blonde hair. Mack clean shaven and with no bag, just himself as he walks up the steps of the old house he bought for Da Gangstas. Nothing fancy on the outside, the porch in shambles like it ain't been used in decades. Mack grabbing the door handle and it turns to unlatch and he walks on in to find the bar to the left with a pool table and foosball table in front of him. A large sofa and TV to the right as he shuts the door yelling.

 

YO X!?!

 

Mack walking in peering into the kitchen and dining area seeing no one at the table, then walks around to the cook stove turning right past it to poke a head around a corner yelling again.

 

X!!!

 

J X CASH: Yo, Mack, that you!?

 

A chair being scooted across a floor is heard and footsteps coming closer to Mack who backs up into the kitchen as J X CASH walks out in a pair of grey and white basketball shorts with a black wifebeater. He shakes hands with Mack gangsta style.

 

J X CASH: What you doing over this way? Thought you never left the Underground Arena?

 

Mack grinning.

 

D-Mack: Ah man, can't stay there forever, though I left my clothes, I thought I might get a room here and help ya get this place hustling, maybe rent some of them rooms out.

 

CASH nodding ok.

 

J X CASH: That's be great Mack. Though its nice chilling here with nothing to do, its kinda boring. That's why I was down to team up with you in SEF, but this place needs to get used or we may as well renovate or sell, or something, up to you I guess, its your house.

 

Mack laughs.

 

D-Mack: Its our house brother, always will belong to Da Gangstas and our dream to house wrestlers for low cost is going to pan out cause I can afford to make it happen. So all you need to worry about is being my partner in the 313 and we'll be Tag Team Champions tonight. Oh, you're managing the rooms we rent too.

 

Mack grinning and CASH nodding like he got him.

 

J X CASH: That last one easy, I got that computer pretty well figured out, got wifi hooked up so it hits every room, we ready to roll. As for tonight on WAR, well, its time to get ready for that and maybe we outta head back to the arena!?

 

Mack shrugs.

 

D-Mack: I'm ready when you are X. Only reason I came out here was to get you, and to talk about this house, and get it running man, Da Gangstas Motel, or Hotel, whatever, we're doing a good thing. I'll take my usual room here, so reserve that for me as I may not stay here all the time, but when I do, like the first door on the left, upstairs.

 

CASH nodding ok and shrugs as he points behind with his right thumb.

 

J X CASH: You could take the master bedroom, I sleep on the couch or recliner most nights.

 

Mack nodding no.

 

D-Mack: Not my house brother, I just pay the taxes, I don't want to live here.

 

CASH shrugging.

 

J X CASH: Let me grab my bag and a hoodie and we'll go.

 

CASH walks back around the corner he came from as Mack steps back towards the main door. In a few minutes J X CASH comes back out with a black duffel bag in his right hand and wears a large grey sweatshirt. He gets to the door and slips on a pair of black crocs, grabs his keys from a hook by the door and opens it. Mack steps out first heading down the steps as CASH locks the door and follows him to his car parked in front, an old ford escort from the nineties that has faded and rusted so much there is no color to it. Mack climbing in the passengers seat as CASH opens the hatchback tossing his bag in, closes it and hops in the drivers seat cranking up the old car. The exhaust still loud, but CASH makes a u turn on to Mack Avenue shifting up to the Underground Arena. In The car Mack pulls a joint from a pocket of his leather jacket and a cheap red lighter sparking it up and cracks his window a hair. CASH motions for a hit and Mack hands it over as they cruise along getting lost in the traffic as they get closer to the freeway. CASH heading under it and gets into the turning lane to pull down the alley and into the employee parking lot of the Underground Arena. CASH pulls into a spot near the door and gets out to open the hatchback and grab his bag. Mack out of the car to look up staring at the building that he is lived in for almost a year now. CASH closing the hatchback and comes up next to him.

 

J X CASH: What's up?

 

Mack smiling.

 

D-Mack: Felt good getting outside these walls honestly, never thought about, never felt like I was isolated too much, but getting out, stepping into that house down the road, that felt good. I may have to take a trip up to Flint after this weekend, you down, partner!?

 

CASH shrugs and nods ok, then walks in the door of the arena and Mack getting that sarcastic grin as he follows him inside. The challengers to the WAR Tag Team Championship tonight head up the stairs to the mens locker room where Mack heads to his locker with his gear already there and strips his clothes to grab a towel and a bottle to go take a shower. CASH claiming a free locker a few down from Mack and sets his back in the bottom, sits down and gets out his gear to hang it up in his locker. He takes off the hoodie hanging that up and peels his wifebeater off tossing it in his bag, then kicks his crocs off to take his his wrestling boots out of his bag and make sure they are laced and ready to wear. CASH pulls his wrestling shorts out staring at them for a minute before he stands up to drop his grey shorts and put his ring shorts on. He pulls kneepads from his bag and slips them on adjusting them just right and his right knee with extra padding to protect a shattered knee and multiple tears in the tendons surround it. CASH put on socks and then his boots lacing them up tight. He sits up looking around and searches in his bag grabbing his wifebeater and shakes his head no. CASH standing up as Mack comes back from the shower drying himself off and tosses the towel to his bag and grabs his ring tights to put them on. He gets his boots on and looks up at X.

 

D-Mack: You look lost!?

 

CASH nodding yea.

 

J X CASH: Forgot to bring a shirt, but screw it, I don't need one. Probably will lose out in the ring anyways!?!

 

Mack grinning like he knows.

 

D-Mack: Shit bro, you know we got shirts at the merchandise stand, or hey.

 

Mack grabbing a black SEF shirt hanging in his locker and tosses it to X.

 

D-Mack: They keep putting those in my locker and I keep giving them to fans at the bar.

 

CASH putting the shirt on and nods ok as Mack throws on a vest and grabs his black ballcap pulling that on backwards. He grabs a pair of dangling sterling silver earrings with skulls putting one in each ear.

 

D-Mack: So lets head to the bar and get a drink before we get out Tag Titles.

 

CASH nods ok.

 

J X CASH: You drink, I'll try to get some nachos or something.

 

Mack shrugging and the 313 heads out of the lock room and to the right, then they make a left to pass through the kitchen where CASH stops to try and place an order. Mack leaves him behind to emerge at the end of the bar and when one guy sees The Showsteala, it ain't long before the whole room pops loud. Everyone looking to give up a seat at the bar as Mack steps along a few feet before taking one and waiting his turn for the bartender to bring him a double shot of whiskey cause they know what he wants. Mack tossing back a splash and letting out an

 

AHHHHH

 

Then he leans back and here comes J X CASH who gets a seat next to Mack cause everyone respects the 313.

 

J X CASH: Well here we are boss, what now!?

 

CASH grinning and Mack shrugging.

 

D-Mack: I'm gonna sit here until someone gives me a reason to stand up. And that reason hasn't happened yet because WAR hasn't started, although we are the opening match, so when the champs make their way to that ring, well, I guess I better drink up before they get here.

 

Mack tosses back the rest of his whiskey and calls for a refill.

 

J X CASH:

[Da Gangstas]

(Mack getting his refill and sipping it his whiskey.)
 
J X CASH: Seems Bunny Summers and Tonya Walker got some respect for us, but it don't matter cause this is about the WAR Tag Team Championship. Me and D-Mack gonna roll through the 313 celebrating all night long.
 
(The crowd around them cheering.)
 
J X CASH: Now Mack, its time for our show, let's go kick things off and we'll come back up here afterwards to get another shot, hell, I'll do one with ya after the match, after we win.
 
(CASH stands up as Mack downs his whiskey and stands up to head for the stairs through the crowd making their way to the main floor. CASH making a path and Mack getting caught up with some girls wanting their tits autographed. CASH jumping the rail and looks back for Mack who is getting their numbers, then sees X and heads for the ring. CASH sliding in and dances around doing crotch chops as the crowd eats it up. Mack getting to the ring finally and hops in to lay on the turnbuckles as CASH gets a microphone.)
 
J X CASH: Party Crashers, its time crash our party in the 313 and find out why your reign ends here tonight. Mack and I, we're the last ones left in this city from Da Gangstas, and he's not even in the gang, but he is, so yea, don't ask. It don't matter about all that cause this city is what matters to us and representing SEF as true as the day it got started twenty three years ago. We are here and we are not leaving without gold, so bring it down and let's go.
 
(CASH tossing the mic away and stands there ready for a fight.)