Right Here (WAR)

[Daddy Mack]

Here comes Shane Mack down the hall in pair of tan slacks, brown suede loafers, and a white dress shirt unbuttoned at the top. He carries an iphone in his left hand and whistles smirking a bit cocky with a strut to match. Mack with that aura of no worries about him strolls on into the view of a camera set up for a promo in front of the usual SEF backdrop with a mesh fence over a brick wall and barbed wire around the logo. Mack looking it over and then at the phone all confused.

Why do I have this thing? Oh yea, I was gonna take a picture of...

He trails of forgetting and slips the phone in his pants pocket, then crosses his arms loosely over his chest smirking.

Don't worry Phoenix, I got no qualm about stepping over you despite our alliance we had you referred to. I do vaguely remember that, but it may have been a while. I'm a  busy man after all! I got shows to steal every damn night and tonight is no different. Besides, we been on opposing sides before. Just like then, tonight its over for you, Da Shows Ova!

Mack nodding cheekily and keeps smirking.

And Jules, my sweet Julie, you and I can dance anytime you want, I'm right here!

Mack spreading his arms out arrogantly and spins around then places his hands on his hips.

No doubt about it boys and girls, tonight its all about The Showsteala as it is always should be. Tonight Shane Mack represents WAR and makes his stake to claim that SEF Title back where it belongs. See ya soon muthafuckas!

Mack with a crotch chop just walks off down the hall and when we turn to follow its Da Shows Ova!