Looks Like Its Gonna Be One Hell Of A WAR

[Daddy Mack]

And nobody in SEF today knows Hardcore Hell like Daddy Mack, although it ain't his specialty or anything, just an old school match stipulation he experienced before and hasn't actually lost due to is never say die attitude. Add on to the fact that the SEF World Heavyweight Championship is on the line, well then, Mack has extra incentive to never say die. Make him pass out, knock him out, but tap him out and you better be ready to kill him. Now hey, Mack knows to fight another day sometimes ya gotta give in and he done it before, no shame in doing so. Mack lost to the best in this business before Phoenix Winterborn was in this business. The Mack was world renowned in 1996, four years before Phoenix debuted in 2000, so its funny how the self proclaimed American Tradition can walk around acting like he is bigger in this business when not near as many people have heard of him!?! No sweat off The Mack's nuts cause he kept his cool with Phoenix, mainly due to the fact that Phoenix ain't ever made him sweat or fret about being put down by the Winterborn who ain't much bigger a name than his sister Kasey. Who? Kasey Winterborn, the chick who got fucked by Mack in the Hardcore Hotel, then later got fired after Mack denied her a chance to fuck him for her job. She may have had a fake in SEF, but to this day no one really knows who Kasey, so how do we know who was the real one or if either one were?!? Maybe Phoenix Winterborn is a fake cause we keep hearing who he is from the man himself, or we thinks its the man that is the real Phoenix, but he doesn't quite live up to his own hype. So how does he expect to live up to the hype of the Hardcore Hell being a small ass cage full of weapons and only way to win, for your opponent into submission?!? Mack knows how to grapple, wrestle, get technical, but is fluent in hardcore brawling with the best in the business. If Phoenix Winterborn even expects Mack to drop a line from his own mouth rather than let his narrator deliver all the hype, then he better show is ass up and get to work producing the best fucking match on the card. Otherwise, Mack steals the show by himself and once again its all about Daddy Mack. No one likes it, everyone hates The Mack, but since no one else steps up, how is it Mack's fault he is over everyone else!? Sure, he keeps pushing himself, but everyone else on the roster has the same opportunity to push themselves just as hard, its all about how far your willing to drive yourself. Mack has a drive that makes overdrive look like reverse in most people. He isn't here himself giving you some rundown, trash talking you, or doing whatever the hell it is he does or wants to do because he doesn't have to be. Mack can beat Phoenix Winterborn without uttering one fucking word from his own mouth because that is the magnitude of the star you are dealing with. Mack has made it to the top on his own, so until you do the same, you ain't going over The Mack, let alone winning the SEF World Heavyweight Championship.

Now The Mack, like Phoenix and another man on the WAR card named Simon Lee Nash, has two matches. The Hardcore Hell opens the show and sets the tone, so we know its gonna be a kick ass hardcore edition of WAR and we know the main event will overshadow every other match because Mack is in that as well. And in the main event he faces three men in a Hostile Takedown match starting outside the arena where you must incapacitate your opponents enough to make it to the ring. No pin or any fall to win, just make it to the ring first. Sound easy? Well if it were solely against Jordan Cut, it may be, even though Jordan could do better, but A Native Americano is going to be involved and we all know he will show up and we will make anyone earn their place, earn the win. The SEF Director may not be in it to win it every night or even any night, but he is in SEF to bring his form of justice and make wrestlers step up or leaves them Smoked. Mack, he ain't got no worries about A Native Americano except that he is a big fucking monster who is capable of destroying a smaller man like The Showsteala. However, Mack looks up to everyone he faces, or almost everyone, however, his attitude would suggest he looks up to no one for he swaggers like a ten foot tall giant who can rip anyone's head off. Mack moves around like a cruiserweight on cocaine and chances are, Mack is blowing that white powder up his nose!?! He ain't no cokehead, not even a pothead despite the reputation he has gotten, a lot to do from Marijuana Mack's mockery. Although Mack is known to smoke, sniff, pop and drink down when he want, but if anyone thinks he be some addict, some wired freak who has to have a drug, well they be half right. He has to have a wrestling ring or he may as well be dead. Mack has to be out shining them all in his ring, showcasing the best talent in the world straight from his skinny frame flying around like a crackhead on a binge. The Mack gonna takedown anyone who isn't gonna take him down and he'll take 'em to hell, take 'em to hardcore heaven, take 'em all night long for one hour, two hours, three hours!?!?!?! Best two outta three falls, iron man, deathmatch, and yes, hardcore hell, hostile takedown, and any other match there ever was or ever will be. Mack does it all and better than you, so come correct, come get The Mack, come step up to the plate and knock it outta the park or get knocked the fuck out by Da Shows Ova.

[NBD]

Opening up to a shot in a dim lit area backstage away from the chaos of everybody getting ready for WAR we find A Native Americano standing behind a wall of mesh fence ready to go to war in his swat gear. Long hair hanging in his face as his dark eyes stare out full of hunger for this business.

Mack may not have to say a word, but I got a few to direct towards the third competitor in this Hostile Takedown main event match, Jordan Cut. Well for starters, I got a question for the so called cool cutter, where the fuck are you!?

A Native Americano spreading his arms out motioning to himself being here as he is every night of an SEF production. He grabs the cage wall with his hands leaning on it to press his rough skin to the metal mesh staring a bit cold, but mainly indifferent.

You had a roll going Jordan, you were in line for a World Title, going back and forth with The Mack, even gaining victories over The Showsteala, hell, your Light Heavyweight Champion right now. You were showing such promise and working hard, performing better than ever and proving why you are the last crowned King of SEF to date. However Jordan, where are you now? What the fuck kind of bullshit are you trying to pull? I am not a man who is going to lay down and let his talent collect a paycheck for putting in no effort. As soon as you show up, well, this match begins because I will be ready and waiting for you to finally show your face here in the Mellon Arena, or rather outside the arena, and earn your time. I don't care if its before the opening match, when Jordan Cut arrives, he meets A Native Americano and the real war begins!!! The war on slackers, the war on deadbeats, the war on no name cocksuckers trying to come in here and discredit my company. I busted my ass for over a decade behind the scenes not once wanting the spotlight, but knowing it was a matter of time before I was exposed and here I am. You want me in action, then A Native Americano is going to give you nothing, but action!!!

The SEF Director stepping back as he lowers his arms and snaps that long hair back revealing his full face with a nasty sneer ready to destroy anyone in his path.

Mack, I may not be The Showsteala or the greatest wrestler on this earth, but I will indeed destroy you if these hands can hold you down long enough. I know you know, but the war is only beginning. SEF has been at war before, on MSN, on Aimoo, but now it is bigger, now we battle the whole world of professional wrestling to stand out as the number one organization. Jordan Cut is going to belong to me tonight, but I got your back, Mack, and I got you in my radar ready to leave you Smoked and hey, maybe its A Native Americano's time!?!

A simple shrug letting us know he don't care, he's here to compete, to produce action like no one else offers, but now he is going off into the darkness, out of view as we count down to WAR.