A True WARrior

[Daddy Mack]

The deer wandering through the hard woods of Northern Michigan's Upper Peninsula is spotted in the crosshairs of a 340 Weatherby a few hundred feet away on this dusk evening. A dark blue overcasting the woods and the deer moving its head up to sniff the air, then drops down to sniff for food. That is when a shot rings out from the rifle sounding like a cannon echoing through the woods, piercing the middle of the neck. The esophagus ripped out with a vast amount of blood as the deer drops where it stands, dead! The white snow covered ground turned red around the head of the deer and in about five minutes or more we see Shane Mack walk up over the deer in white coveralls that have tree branches printed all over them to blend in with the woods during the winter. A slight smile on his face which shows the confidence of a man who knows everything he does! An orange sock cap over his head and Mack swinging the rifle off his left shoulder to lean a against a nearby Oak tree with a few straggling leaves hanging on a low branch. Mack pulling about a four to five inch hunting knife that is curved from a sheath on his belt and kneels down to the hind legs of the deer pulling them open. He rolls his sleeves up and inserts the tip of the knife just above the asshole slicing up just deep enough to break the skin, but not too deep as to cut the guts or worse open. Once he has an opening, Mack sheaths the knife and reaches in to carefully remove the piss and shit sacks, then digs out the guts tossing them into the snow. Mack kneeling back turns the deer on its stomach and lifts up its hind legs to pour the blood out staining the snow even more. The hot blood melting a hole in the snow as Mack uses some other snow to wipe his hands an arms off, then pulls a brown rag from his back pocket to wipe them cleaner and dry. Mack replacing the rag takes a string from his pocket and removes the knife slicing a hole between the tendon and bone above the front hoofs. He puts the string through and ties the ends together, then pulls a pair of brown jersey gloves from another pocket pulling them on. Mack swinging the rifle over his left shoulder grabs the string lifting the deer up to raise the head up a little and begins dragging the deer through the woods leaving a  small trail of blood for about twenty to thirty feet. After that the only trace is of something being dragged through the snow and Mack on what looks like a groomed trail for vehicles begins to move a little easier heading for what looks like a cabin. As he gets into a more open area near the cabin we see that the wind is blowing up some snow a bit and Mack just lowering his head to the gusts. He hauls the deer to a shed along the right of the cabin unhooking a latch to open the door. Mack reaching up to pull a string turns a single light on, where we see nearby, a rack with steel meat hooks. Mack pulling the deer inside the shed shuts the door and leans his rifle against the wall. He kneels down untying the string from the legs, then pulls his knife out to make slits in the back legs above the hoofs. Mack sheathing his knife as he stands and grabs two meat hooks putting one in each of the slits on the back legs. Mack grabbing two strings that hang over the rail, each with a loop tied on the end and hooks them on the meat hooks. Then Mack walks over near a wall under a pulley where the strings run through and grabs the other end of them off a hook on the wall. Mack pulling hard on the string lifts the deer right up and pulls a few more inches, then reaches up to guide the hooks on the rail. Mack hooking the string back on the hook pulls his knife out to start skinning the deer. He starts at the legs of the hind legs carefully slicing around the tendon without cutting through it. Once he has half the legs skinned Mack sheaths his knife to yank down on the skin pulling halfway down the back. Mack grabbing his knife out to slice a little more pulling the skin down as he does takes a few minutes to get the neck exposed finding out he shattered the bone in half. Mack just cutting the head right off pulls the skin down to the front hoofs and sheaths his knife. Mack grabbing a meat saw hanging on the wall and he cuts the front hoofs off, then hangs the saw up and pulls his knife out. Mack reaching in to the stomach cuts the tenderloin off the back of the spine, then carves out the backstraps along the the spine on the outside. Mack holding the meat in his left hand sheaths his knife and opens the door dragging the deer hide, head, and hoofs out all still attached to each other. Mack tossing the hide off into the woods comes back to the shed swinging his rifle on to his right shoulder, then walks out latching the door shut. He heads to the door of the cabin where a couple twelve packs of Guinness sit in the snow and Mack just walking in to to see Sara Marie on a sofa sleeping over in the right corner on the other side of the cabin. Its not real big, maybe forty feet by forty or so, the left corner across from Sara is closed off with a corner door open and a tile floor can be seen so perhaps its a bathroom!? Mack walking to the left past a bar separating the small kitchen from the rest of the cabin and drops the meat in a stainless steel sink. He drops a plug in the drain and turns the cold water on washing in his hands letting the sink fill up about halfway. Mack drying his hands on a towel hanging on a wall above a knife block. He walks across the cabin looking at Sara still sleeping and just grins finally, then in the corner to the right of the door he sits on a wooden chair at a square wooden table to take his boots off. Mack unzipping the camo coveralls and dropping his cap on the table stands up to pull the coveralls completely off revealing grey long johns and matching hunting socks with a red stripe around band. His hair tied up in a bun keeping his hair protected and Mack hanging the coveralls on a small clothes rack near the wood stove where you can hear cracks from the fire. Mack holding his hands over the top soaks up some heat, then walks over to the sofa along the bathroom wall where Sara sleeps in a long white nightgown with a big picture of Bugs Bunny on it. He still grins at her while sitting down and leans in for a kiss on her cheek. Sara turning over to face the back of the sofa and Mack standing just rips off the top of his long johns dropping them on Sara who still sleeps. Mack heading into the kitchen washes up the meat laying them on the counter, then pulls the plug hanging it on the silver faucet. Mack pulling a filet knife from the block and begins slicing the tenderloin into thin steaks piling them together. Mack then slices the backstraps into just as thin of steaks piling them in a separate pile much larger. Mack washing his hands before he turns to the left turning a burner of the gas cook stove on, then slides a cast iron frying pan over the heat. He grabs a bottle of olive oil from a rack above the stove dropping in a couple tablespoons, then turns to the sink putting the plug back in and filling it with cold water. Mack soaking the tenderloin steaks first grabs the onion and garlic sitting on the counter and peels them. He uses a larger knife from the block to cut those up almost minced, then tosses it in the pan making a sizzling noise. Mack grabbing a stainless steel spatula stirs it up a bit, then sets it on the counter and grabs the tenderloin steaks shaking the water off and placing them in the pan making it sizzle more. The door opening and closing makes Mack smirk a little as Sara Marie walks over with two bottles of Guinness Extra Stout popping the tops with a bottle opener on the bar. She hands one to Mack pours a little in the pan making it sizzle more, then takes a swig turning to Sara. They kiss and then Sara smiling.

Mmmmm! Venison as you promised, such a true warrior of the woods and the ring!

Mack smirking a bit arrogant now and Sara setting her beer on the bar heads for the bathroom while Mack flips the steaks and looks out the window as it steams up and the darkness creeps in.

Now we find Mack standing in front of his dressing room door in the Bradley Center with his arms crossed loosely over his bare chest. His eyes showing the tours of a grizzled veteran, but he looks healthier than ever in a pair of faded blue jeans covering his legs with his hair hanging down his shoulders. A wide grin across his face.

So Jordan is going to cut me and run, or was it suck me and cum!?!

Mack scratching his head with a sarcastic confused look lowers his hands to hips a bit arrogantly.

With my girl's help I was able to decipher what I think ya said and yes, a lot is on the line Jordan and I'm glad you don't want revenge for you probably wouldn't get it. Ya see son, you may want to prove your better than the roster, but saying and doing are two things completely different. Well guys like you prance in here at a dime a fucking dozen, The Showsteala proves he is better than the rest night in and night out!

A cocky grin still across his face.

I got no idea how you be acting cause I don't really know much about ya Jordan, so serious, cool, whatever bro. Come bell time if you be serious about bringing the fight of  a lifetime, then you best do so cause Shane Mack always brings everything he has everytime he has to bring anything. That is why I became The Showsteala some decade ago! I don't hold back, but at the same time I won't step back and let you or anyone else steal my spotlight, not even the Owner himself!

Mack nodding yea looking a bit serious himself, but his dimples still showing a little.

Way to believe in yourself Jordan, thinking you have not impressed anyone in SEF, though at least you may be considered honest. Thing is, I know I impress SEF, everyone, whether Viper wants to admit it or continue to fuck me over, he is impressed by Shane Mack because no one in this company draws like I do!

Still a little serious, but that grin cracking out as Mack says.

Jordan, you beat Zilus Zion, and I asked who he was, but no one really could tell me. Just some guy who looked like he may have been a good performer considering his background in the circus, but failed to get noticed. Then the week prior you lost a fatal four way for the II Title contendership and scratched my head wondering why someone who wants to prove their better than me would slack off so much!?

Mack scratching his head throws his hands down nodding his head no way and now smiles a bit arrogantly.

I watched that match and no one in the match stepped up, the action was nonexistent except for Rob Rush creating opportunity for himself! So Jordan, if you really think your going to be Shane Mack, or let alone beat him, then son, your in for a long wait to a short match!

A bit more cocky now and Mack crossing his arms over his chest again.

When I was a rookie back in ninety four I think it was, like a couple months into my career I won the heavyweight title and it wasn't even a year before I won a World strap in the old XWF. Although I see that name around a lot and wonder if its back or if its someone else using the name!? I think Hogan ran an XWF as well?

Mack looking confused just shrugs and smirks arrogantly before saying.

Well anyways, back to Jordan and what can I say besides tell me something I don't know!?! Of course I got more experience, so what!? Its not about experience, well at least not completely, its about what you got to take you to the top and never stop standing above them all. Its about keeping it real and hanging with those who made you while living the life they gave you!

A big grin on his face now and Mack leaning back against the door all casual.

Ya see Jordan Cut, we know who the underdog be and we all know what the underdog can do. I used to be that guy, long time ago, now I be the guy you got to beat at all and any cost, so it not be me who you need to worry about cheating. I can do whatever the hell I want because I am Shane Mack and well, I been doing anything I wanted my whole damn life!

His confidence showing through now, just as it did earlier in the woods, a confident, silent warrior. But first, a few more words of WAR!

The only thing your cutting is your own throat Jordan!

A wide cocky grin of confidence radiating from Mack who lowers his hands to hook his thumbs on the belt loops of his jeans.

It is a little scary thinking of you Jordan as Showstoppa World Champion, but not for the same reasons I don't think! Ya see, I ain't scared that you may beat me, I am scared of the pure idea of you holding that title because everything I have worked so fucking hard to achieve for that World strap would be wasted on bumbling fucking idiot!

A disgusted snarl from Mack turning back to a grin cause he ain't pissed, just disgusted.

You are not cool for one, and for two kid, cool don't win matches, well, not what you think is cool apparently! Your just what I said you were, a bumbling fool, so let's go out there and have a great match, but if you expect to beat me, let alone win the World Title, your expectations are way to high. Speaking of, I got nothing more to say about this, so maybe its time to take a rip and ride Sara's hip!

Mack turning with a wink heads through the door in an arrogant swagger slamming it shut.