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Date Posted：11/12/2009 6:56 PMCopy HTML Taylor Johnson ...another waste of space cleared out, taken to the trash, kicked to the curb, sent packing, and if you can think of anymore cliché than by all means use them. She is gone, MACK achieved his goal, so now what, now what does the man have to do in SEF anymore, who else needs to be weeded out? Maybe a couple people could be, but his opponents on Extreme next week, Midnight and Megan Sorrow, nope. Their both active, hell, the reason for this match pitting them two against MACK and Julie, the reason for it is because Midnight stepped her ass up looking to make a name for herself, let people know who she is, and the best way to do that in SEF is to do what she did, attack MACK. It was chaotic on Sunday, two match only for a pay per view, but a show well worth admission, well worth it. People stepped up that night and hopefully more do. So now MACK's agenda, is it changed? Will he not look to eliminate people from SEF and simply be what he is, the standard bearer of the company, the man you target to be somebody? Did he even have a long term plan or was he just sick and tired of Taylor wasting SEF's time? Who the fuck knows with MACK, but one thing for sure about him, he'll tell us because he ain't no closed minded fuck who'll clam up and not speak is fucking mind, he'll shove it all down your throat, spew the truth that no one seems to be able to handle and not the so called 'pretty' truth most like to hear, no, the brutal, dirty, fucking truth that scares most people into depression or death! You can't fuck MACK in the head and he won't play that bullshit either. Ya simply be straight up or get knocked straight the fuck down and he may not be the biggest, baddest asshole there is, but he ain't a small asshole either, he's just an asshole that will never stay down unless he's dead, literally. So if ya wanna fuck with him, fuck with him, he don't give a flying muthafuck what ya do to him or say about him. He ain't sticking around to be some glory hound, doesn't care if he ever wins a fucking title again, just out to learn all he can and teach what he can. Have kick ass matches that leave the fans saying. "HOLY SHIT THAT WAS THE BEST FUCKING MATCH I EVER SAW!" And well he may not get that reaction every match he has, but he has gotten it several times in his life and those are the true highlights of his career. Its easier to remember winning a title, it records 'nice and pretty' on a resume, but to remember the actual match, the matches, to put down the emotion and intensity that made it great, hard to fucking do for a resume and make it look 'pretty'. And besides, its unnecessary to do it, gives ya shit to talk about, to tell a story of one's life because that is what matters, not some 'pretty' looking title strapped around your waist. The real stars of this business are measured on their ability to go out and perform at a level that most of the roster can only dream to perform at, but are pushed to do it because we need more stars like that to keep the fans on the edge of their seats, standing up, yelling a fucking screaming with passion unrivaled by any other sport. Maybe MACK is a man like that, maybe not, but that is what he wants to be, his ultimate goal in this business, to be regarded in the same breath as a Ric Flair, as a Shawn Michaels, as a Triple H and sure, they all had their share of titles, but that ain't what made them. They were so great they deserved to get the titles, but their greatness was not measured by any gold, it was not measured on how well they could talk or how well they could perform, it was based on both. Sure, there have a few better talkers in the business, but no one with the combined talk and walk of Flair, HBK, and HHH and that is as true a statement as any, that my friends is a fucking shoot. MACK fucking idolizes all three of those men, the one he looks to the most is HBK, hell, evidence of that is how he portrayed himself through most of his career. Not a rip off as he made it clear there was a difference, he simply modeled himself after the man who influenced him the most to be a pro wrestler or sports entertainer, same thing. He's looked to more men than those three, MACK does what everyone else who is great does or did, he studies those greats, uses traits, elements from them and mixes it into one man, himself. Mack has watched so many great wrestlers in his twenty nine years of existence, he was a huge Hulkamaniac and most nowadays are afraid to admit that because they believe Hogan is the biggest fraud ever in wrestling, or whatever reason they come up with. The fact is, if you were a kid in the eighties who loved pro wrestling, you loved Hogan. If you were five to ten in the mid eighties ,to narrow it down more, is when you were a Hogan fan or you weren't a wrestling fan, fact! People who deny are simply too close minded to admit their true feelings, they are afraid to let people know the truth about themselves. MACK, he could care less as he is who he is and that is unlike anyone else. He admits to the truth because he isn't out to impress people with his own likes and dislikes, no. He impresses people by busting his fucking as at his trade, at his job, by living his dream! Like him, maybe love him or hate him, don't give a fuck for him, it don't matter, MACK is who he is and always will be just that. He doesn't try to put on some façade to mask who he really is, MACK don't act like someone else, pretend to be of another world, to be immortal like some posers who need to believe in that. Like his opponents, Midnight and Megan Sorrow, cousins, both believe in the vampire religion, yes, religion because that is all it is. The belief of vampires is no different than the belief in a god or a profit, the belief in a higher being than humans. MACK has some knowledge of all religions, he respects not the religion itself, but the people who want to believe in them as long as its not passed along as fact and shoved down his throat. Vampires, gods, profits, and al them so called 'higher beings', he does not believe in them, but if someone else wants to, then that's fine by him. Do not act like your one of the 'higher beings' unless you can prove it though because that is when the line is drawn, that means your pushing your religion on someone else as being a fact without proving it to be true. Believe in what you want, but if you are going to rationally philosophize your belief with someone who does not believe in it, you need to proof, you need to present physical evidence that what you believe can be seen as a fact not just in your own head. Being a fact to you is simply your own opinion, but being a fact to all even those who don't believe in it, that is the truth, that is reality. Now reality is that in this business of pro wrestling, Midnight struck first on MACK, she did what anyone else needed to do to put their name in bright lights, to finally achieve some sort of recognition in her profession. She always claimed to be a legend, but she is the one who went after MACK, not the other way around. She may try to twist it around, but the truth has already been proven by her actions, Midnight attacked MACK to finally step up towards becoming famous. Besides, the term legend is used too loosely in the world of wrestling anyways, so many people love to label themselves with that word. They win a heavyweight title in some indy fed a few times or even dominate that indy fed and suddenly they are a legend...BULLSHIT! You have to be regarded by every other wrestler as a legend, everyone has to have heard of you and look to you as one of the all time greats. Midnight is nowhere close to being in that spotlight and neither is MACK, neither is anyone else on the Aimoo circuit, from the MSN circuit, and from the regular ol' indy circuit, and very few who have actually made it to the big leagues which now is only WWE, very few who currently wrestle an active schedule could be close to a legend. If so many people are legends, then why would that label mean so much? Fact is, it wouldn't mean shit if so many of these self labeling people are actual legends, it would just be another word to describe them as a star, a wrestler and have no great meaning behind it. Sadly, that word will probably end up that way because of the people like Midnight who use it wrongly, abuse it by not earning it first. MACK has made the same mistake in his life as well. A few years back he had several young stars labeling him a legend, feeding his ego, kissing his ass and instead of shrugging it off, MACK began using the label before truly earning it. He is guilty of abusing the moniker of legend, he admits it and is on with his life trying to truly become a legend, but doesn't care about it enough to rush time. MACK enjoys himself, he lets others live the way they want to as long as they don't disrupt his life and why would anyone want to do that anyways? Why would you try to force yours ways and beliefs on other, act like what you believe is the almighty truth and control someone else? Maybe because you can't control someone else! So many people try to control others and while it may seem like some succeed, they never truly do. When someone feels controlled, they rebel, so no, if someone does not want to be controlled, you can't control them. So why both to do it in the first place? Simply out your beliefs as what they truly are, opinions and if you gain followers, if you gain more believers of your belief, that's great. Your belief is not right or wrong, it is simply yours, but you must realize that everyone else is the same in that respect that they have their own belief as well. Now, Wednesday night is not gonna be about this with MACK, its not about trying to make someone believe his way is best, its all about going to the ring and creating a masterpiece, showcasing the art of pro wrestling, telling a story with move after move without missing a beat. Win or lose is something that many people say to sound like they don't care, but then many will go on to build themselves up as if they can't lose. Confidence sure, but the first three letters are C O N, con-fidence, hmmmm. Con the people, con your opposition, con them all into believing something that is not true, con yourself into believing it, maybe so, but then, maybe its not the case, maybe confidence is something we should all have like so many motivators will tell you. Believing you can do something is great for your spirit, but believing your better than all others, your above them, you're a 'higher being', that's just laughable because it is untrue, it is a lie. It has never been proven that anyone else is a 'higher being'. Some people are better at some things than others, but you can turn that around using the same people. One quote can sum this up and that is. "We are all amateurs at everything we do, but some of us are professionals!" MACK is holed up in a small motel room up in the northern area of Minnesota sharing the pace with his best friend and maybe more, Julie. She is in the bathroom right now and MACK, he sits on the end of the bed dressed as we usually see him anymore, jeans a black button shirt, black bandana worn as a headband and biker boots. His leather jacket lays next to him and his eyes scan the floor, his mind at work. He slowly stands up grabbing his jacket and pulls it on, then walks to the bathroom looking in and sees Julie touching up her hair, feathering it and whatnot. He smiles as he leans on the door frame and says. "Ya about ready baby?" Julie just stops and looks at him smiling. "I suppose so, just got into a rhythm." MACK steps in close to her moving a hand to her cheek and leans down kissing her, then says. "I understand. You look beautiful by the way, with or without a great hairdo, your hot and I ain't kissing your ass, I'm just attached to ya." She smiles and pats a hand to his chest, then moves it up and rubs his beard some feeling the roughness and says. "Thank you, now lets go out, I'm getting hungry...for more than thing!" She smirks and lowers her hand to his package, MACK just grinning and puts an arm around her waist. They head out of the bathroom killing the light, Julie puts her leather jacket on while MACK opens the main door. He lets Julie walk out, then locks up the door as she gets into their car which is running already. Its just a rental, a silver Malibu just a few years old probably. MACK climbs in the drivers side and backs out, then drives out of the parking lot leaving us behind and soon the view fades to black.