Loser Must Retire from SEF (WAR)

[Daddy Mack]

Love it or leave it Chris...

 

(Mack sitting alone at his favorite bar in Detroit Michigan at the Underground Arena here in the wee hours of the morning and the place is closed right now since its somewhere between three and four. Mack sits there sipping his whiskey in a glass sporting his old blue jeans, cowboy boots, a white t-shirt and backwards black ballcap covering his long blonde hair.)

 

If you love something you set it free and that may mean setting Chris Orton free from SEF come this Friday night because we all know who loves SEF more and if anyone says the CKO, they ain't been watching SEF in forever. Ain't no one can ever question my love for them three letters since I have sacrificed the most of my career to remain here. I have given up on reinventing myself for a new place like I used to do before I stepped foot in SEF. I took the hard road of remaining a constant for SEF, although its hard to drop it all and leave for a new place to call home after giving all you got to one place, its not any harder than remaining a constant in one place. Thing is, people can argue that both roads are harder and they do argue about it, but meanwhile I just do it. I chose my path after coming to SEF and enduring everything I did, it was time to make this my forever home. And that spells certain doom for anyone thinking they love this more than I do because they don't. Its why I am sitting here in the house I literally built and gifted to SEF because I no longer wanted to own the establishment called the Underground Arena.

 

(Mack taking a sip of his whiskey and setting the glass down as he leans back on his stool with a backrest supporting him.)

 

Taylor Andrews likes to brag that I don't have a residence in this city, but I never needed one to be a from this city. I established this arena as my residence and before this place was built here at four twenty avenue, I found a place on Mack Avenue just north of here by twenty minutes to house many independent wrestlers who would work for SEF and some who wouldn't. We had drifters of all kind show up to rent a room from us, but alas, it was not a residence of mine, right!? I have no residence in Detroit, or in Flint, no, I just got my cabin up north tucked in the middle of a few acres that keeps my nearest neighbor a few miles away. But I don't live there, hell, I don't even live at the only house I own as a residence in Tokyo, but I spent a lot of time there honing my skills and training a few good wrestlers to beat me. I don't need to reside anywhere to call my place home because I am home where I sit now, and come Friday night in the new year of twenty twenty five I will reside in the ring downstairs to send Chris Orton to wherever he calls home. I can't be the only one who sees that Chris does not feel at home with SEF, he hasn't felt like this was his house in years, or decades maybe!?

 

(Mack lifting his glass to bring it back to take a sip, then sets it down.)

 

Maybe I've just seen too much around these parts, or just been in the whole business too long to acknowledge Chris Orton has anywhere near my level of commitment to professional wrestling?!

 

(Mack pulling his glass back downing the rest of the whiskey in it, then drops the glass a bit hard on the bar leaning forward to grab a bottle in front of him with a spout on the top. Mack pouring himself a double shot in his glass and sets the bottle down to take a sip and set it down.)

 

This is it though, the loser must retire, that means no comebacks, no more matches, not even one more match, the loser must retire from SEF. Come back and be a special ring announcer, even a special guest referee, become the general manager, or buy out the company and be the Owner, but the loser of this match between Chris Orton and I must never wrestle for SEF again. I can go on all damn night Chris, I will be here forever, I will be buried in that ring, my ashes spread around this arena, I am here for life. And I won't run you down, I will not bury you. I respect you Chris, we have had too many battles for me to show you anything less than my respect. This is not about respect though, it hasn't been about respect between us in over a decade. This is all about love for SEF, not about us or what we can get from SEF. This is about what you give back to SEF and I brag and boast all the time about how much I give back because I do, because no one else gives back more than I. You will never make me retire from SEF, no one can, not even the Owner. Again, its why I can sit here now and call this place home, literally, this is where I live nowadays. There are weeks I never leave the Underground Arena to go anywhere else, not see anyone in town, go to a store, nothing, I don't go anywhere, but up to this bar and down to my cot in a corner dressing room if I need some sleep. I am first one up to see the doors unlocked and mingle with the customers, first one in the ring to train myself or work with anyone else who shows up here to work. I run this arena from a workers vantage because I love SEF and you will never make me leave, no one will and I dare anyone to come try and make me eat my words for saying never, cause never say never, right!? WRONG!

 

(Mack lifting his glass to take a sip of whiskey, then sets it down.)

 

When I was younger I used to say never say never because I would do it all over every week regardless of the name of the brand I competed under. Its why I love the underground with no brand, no controlling company to host what no one can touch, my unmatched skill in that ring. Not to say my opponent is unskillful or incapable of beating me on any given night, but this Friday is not given, it is earned by showcasing an extreme dedication to this sport that very few have ever or will ever do. All the skill in the world cannot compare to the heart that beats for SEF, the love will be shown when I stand over Chris Orton who will retire because he will lose.

 

(Mack sipping his whiskey which he holds in his hand hovering over the bar.)

 

There must be a loser to every winner and that is not any more important than what is on the line in this match on Friday night WAR. The war will be over for one of us...

 

(Mack sipping his whiskey and keeps a hold of the glass still hovering over the bar.)

 

Its never over for me as evident by my presence now just like when I showed up here, and you can damn well bet on me remaining here for as long as I can. As long as my name still holds up the marquee, as long as my body withstands the punishment, you will never see me retire, not from here or anywhere. I can walk into any damn place at anytime and steal any one's thunder because that is what I do and that will be true to the day I die.

 

(Mack sipping his whiskey and sets the glass down now.)

 

If Chris Orton is to win on Friday, he better make sure I die, that I can no longer wrestle another match past this Friday night because if I can wrestle, I will wrestle for SEF and therefore I will not retire. So beat it out of me Chris, beat me into retirement or you will be forced to do that yourself, you will lose if you can't kill me.

 

(Mack picking his glass up to down the whiskey and sets the empty glass down, then stands up pulling his leather jacket from the back of the bar stool to swing on around his shoulders covering his frame. He walks along the bar to duck into the kitchen disappearing from the now empty lounge of the Underground Arena.)