Mack At Home While CWS Heads For Milwaukee (WAR)

[Daddy Mack]

The house of Shane Mack, well one of his many houses, but specifically his house in Detroit laid back in the woods, couple stories, or three!?! It is where we find Sara Marie curled up on a black leather sofa in the living room where a few painting hang as well as a large fish tank sits with exotic fish in it. A wall that is a TV which is airing the old flick How High, but muted with Kid Rock's Lowlife playing through the badass sound system of Mack's. Some wrestling posters on the walls, though only a few, of Mack headlining shows in XWF, IWF, and SEF. Shane Mack coming down the spiral staircase in blue jeans hops on to the sofa next to Sara who wears a pink sweatsuit engrossed in her phone as usual.

So what's shaking baby?

Sara shrugging.

What do you want to know now?

What's new in the SEF world? Or is it universe? Wait, isn't that the WWE?

Sara laughing a little.

Well, Jake Voss just had a few words, mentioned you, though it was just to correct Phoenix Winterborn who told you to send more goons out to face him!

Mack all confused now scratches his head.

HUH? Why the fuck is that rat bastard Jake giving a crap about me for and who the fuck is Phoenix?

Those two are facing each other on WAR. Jake chose Phoenix cause I guess he thinks he'll be easy to beat, but Phoenix is showing up to fight, so it could be good.

Mack smirking a bit devious like.

Hmmm, perhaps it could be good!? Perhaps Jakey boy hasn't realized just what he did to me was the worst thing in the world he could have done?! Or maybe I'll just sit in back after I get down opening and stealing the show to fuck you?!

Mack grinning at Sara moving his brows up and down arrogantly. Sara looking at him ready for it and Mack leaning in for a kiss, then backs off before she can grab him.

Just like all the rest, too damn slow to keep up with the best! Don't matter who it be, Jordan Cut or Jake Voss, ain't nobody taking the Showstoppa strap from D-Mack!

And now he runs up the stairs with Sara chasing him looking full of lust.



The view cutting away to some bar in Detroit, a small bar, local hangout near the ghetto where the drunks sleep on the floor. Among them is CWS who staggers to the bar in his ragged jeans and black tee leaning on the bar. CWS shaking his head staggers to the bathroom where he spends a few minutes, then walks out to the door grumbling.

I gotta get to Milwaukee and whip some ZZ top bitch or whoever this chump is!

A couple younger guys, perhaps wrestlers themselves wake up and one says.

Hey man, we can take ya out there, long as we can get in.

Well get off your ass and let's go. I'll buy the first thirty pack!

The kids jump up following CWS out of the bar.