Who Cares?

[Daddy Mack]

Certainly not The Mack who is ready to walk out of this company since no one else has any inclination to strive and be the best. Mack returned-

Shut the fuck up Frankie and get lost cause your fired!

And now we see The Mack emerge from the GM's office scratching the underside of his chin which is covered in a couple days of stubble. Frankie in his suit clutching his phone just stares at Mack who looks back with a soft stare of smugness.

F-f-fired? What the hell Mack?

The Showsteala shrugging and leans in the doorway of the office just nodding his head side to side with a cocky smile.

You heard me son. Ya see, you need to focus on those two boys you signed up to the be an agent for cause I don't need you, never did. I am sick of letting anyone ride my fucking coattails! You, Simon, Jordan, every fucking pathetic fucker on the roster, I am tired of it. The Mack is here for himself and since I got my own show to book how I want, fuck it, I'm a get back to doing what I always did before.

Frankie just walking off can be seen texting on his phone as Mack keeps it going with that trademark grin forming.

This means I alone run Superstars, but that is Saturday, if anyone even bothers to show up unlike last week. Tonight is WAR and I main event the show as I should be doing every Wednesday night. No one shows up like The Mack does cause I don't need to be handed a title shot like Phoenix Winterborn to get my ass here every week. I go out there and I earn title shots only to get screwed time after time all because Viper never could handle being outshined by The Showsteala. Nothing against Phoenix for ya take what ya can get in this business, but that kid is far from an icon, especially some sort of last great icon like he considers himself. Let's see him step in the ring with a real Extreme Icon like myself and see if he can handle going one on one with the biggest name in SEF, or SEW, whatever the fuck were calling this company these days!?!

Mack laughing sarcastically just flips his hair back arrogantly off his bare shoulders. His ring tights cover his lower body and Mack with his hands on his hips just a grinning big.

Simon Lee Nash and Jordan Cut better talk to Frankie and really pick his brain if they expect to last a minute in the ring with me tonight. Billy Nuts Dudley, kid, ya seem crazy by the name, but ya better be even crazier than The Mack if ya think I'm a be taken out with any ease. This is a fatal four way and anything goes, its all legal and no one knows this environment better than me.

Mack with his right hand clenched points a thumb to himself all cocky and then leans in the doorway again acting all casual.

Boys, you ain't half the wrestler or superstar that The Mack is and like I told Frankie when I fired him, I don't need anyone. The Mack doesn't even need an opponent to steal any show, let alone a show that hardly anyone shows up for. Where the fuck is everyone? Who cares?

Mack shaking his head side to side just smiles knowing full well it don't matter who cares or doesn't. The Mack turning to walk back in the office and lay on the sofa across the room to take a nap.