No One Shows Up The Mack

[Daddy Mack]

The fans are filing into the Sports Arena here in San Diego rushing to get inside. This west coast crowd eager to see a wrestling show and the media is floating around covering it as much as usual out here. A long white limousine pulls up in front with tinted black windows reflecting many lights. Security makes a path to the limo and a guard opening the door for none other than The Mack to swing his feet out. A pure white suit covering his body and a bit loose and light with no undershirt. The jacket light like a shirt and a pair of cheap sunglasses cover his eyes while his hair hangs down near the WAR World Title folded over his left shoulder. Scarlett Johansson steps out in a strapless dress.



She takes Mack's right arm and the media all over them, but security doing their job as Mack plays to the wrestling fans as the cocky bastard he is. The WAR Champion strutting on into the arena whips his glasses off into the crowd causing a small brawl. A flash of those blues and The Mack skips in through the metal detector sending it off, spins around sliding a hundred dollars in the guards's hand and a kiss on her cheek. The guard not worried, but pockets the cash as Mack walks off with Scarlett through the path security made to a metal door with no window that normally is locked. It swings open and Greg Boone waits on the other side behind another guard. Mack stepping through with Scarlett and once its closed Greg stops him with a question.

How's it feel to have that WAR World Title back?

A slight shrug with that cocky smirk widened as Mack lays his arm around Scarlett's shoulders.

It feels ok, but it'll feel better Sunday when I got the SEF Title over my other shoulder. Although this honey here feels pretty goddamn good too!

Scarlett smiling and blushing a little.

What about tonight, you and Roberts for the title, what ya think about maybe him getting the belt back?

Mack shrugging a little again and kinda scoffs a bit sarcastic.

Billy boy could be, he could be, he damn well could be, but he ain't me and never will be. There is only one Mack that matters in this business, there is the one and only and fucking original Daddy Mack right here live in your face! No one has the balls I do to show up like I do and tonight ya all see again why I am The Showsteala!

Mack still smirking and leans into a kiss with Scarlett getting tongue, but Greg asking.

How about this challenge from Johnny Camaro? That is who showed up in your locker room the other day with that challenge you accepted in case you still didn't know who he was!?

Mack nodding yea like he still didn't and once again shrugs with that smirk.

Ok, now I realize why he thought we had a match, cause he did face Mack before, just not the real Shane Mack! Johnny faced Marijuana Mack or as we all know him better as, Viper. Fuck, that was revealed last year, guess Johnny needs to keep up! But hey, maybe now that he is facing The Mack the kid can realize his potential and be the star Viper couldn't make him? Either that or he'll be another on the long, long list who can't steal my thunder or even hold my jock?

Scarlett chiming in with a bit of a grin.

I bet I can hold your jock!

And the sultry vixen sliding a hand up to Mack's crotch licks her lips a bit. Mack looking into her eyes knowing what she wants.

Well Gregory, I'll see ya around, but its time to go relax before I steal yet another show, then again, its not like that's hard to do when your The Mack!

Mack walking off with Scarlett heads on around some corners towards the dressing rooms where he finds his and walks on in. The door shutting us out and we now prepare for WAR!