Don't Bet Against The 313

[Da Gangstas]

Backstage in the T-Mobile Arena in Las Vegas Nevada is A Native Americano standing in front of a door marked 313. ANA in his swat gear with his long black hair hanging down his shoulders. His jaw covered in a thick beard and his hands hooked on his belt as he stares straight ahead with a snarl on his face.
 
ANA
Bongman and Big Farm A, you two better consider yourself lucky to be WAR Tag Team Champions. You are lucky that Phoenix lets your ride his coattails, but tonight he won't save you because this is a six man tag team match. I suppose Boozer could get involved, but I know Mack is here, probably right behind this door!? And that is all we need to win tonights match, the 313. Simon Lee Nash, he's been awol for a couple weeks, so not sure if he's even in Vegas, let alone this T-Mobile Arena!?! Like I said though, Mack and I, we don't need him, though it'd be a lot nicer if he showed up and we made a clean, dominant sweep over Phoenix, Bongman, and Big Farm A. Its all about a war between us, and Phoenix is a desperate man willing to go to desperate measures to insure victory, so seeing Simon Lee show up would be great. I know Mack wants to put down Phoenix for how he helped strip him of the WAR Tag Team Championship, and I may never be done going to war with Phoenix!? Never say never though, especially in this business! But tonight is gonna be a fight for sure, tonight we are at war Phoenix, and if Mack don't put you down, I am going to. And your cronies, they will get dealt with one by one or all three at once. You ain't got enough back up to take on the 313, and if Simon shows up, we're gonna own this main event over your asses.
 
ANA unhooks his hands from his belt and turns to grab the door handle and slip inside the room shutting the door.

[Daddy Mack]

Mack sitting on a leather sofa in the 313 dressing room when ANA walks in and nods to him before taking a seat on a sofa across from him with a coffee table between them where a few doobies lay with a black BIC and a couple empty bottles of Guinness along with a clear bottle of whiskey with no label. Mack in his ring gear with a double shot glass in his hand taking a sip.

 

D-Mack

Where's Simon?

 

ANA just shrugs.

 

ANA

F*ck if I know!?

 

Mack smirking and downs his whiskey, then leans forward to set his glass down and picks up a doobie sparking it up with his lighter, puffs it a few times, then passes it over to ANA who takes it. Mack setting his lighter down and waves the doobie off to ANA.

 

D-Mack

You rip that up and catch up to me cause I gotta play a little catch up to let Phoenix know he ain't gonna outlast me in any event, ever. He is good, great even, a legend man, he is a hall of famer like we are, but we aren't teaming with a rag tag team. We are the 313, built in Detroit, capable of running the road to any city like Las Vegas and stealing the damn show out from under you! Phoenix, you screwed me, you screwed ANA, you are looking to screw the whole roster if you have to, and hey man, props to ya for doing it. Whatever it takes. I get it, I did it. I'm just doing my thing now, representing the 313 all over the world, right here in SEF and kicking your ass in Vegas sounds fun.

 

Mack reaching for the bottle of whiskey now and pours a double shot, then picks up the glass and leans back sipping it.

 

D-Mack

Its gonna be a fun year Phoenix. I really will enjoy watching everything you bring in this revolution, but make no mistake, if I'm going out first, I'm going out on top and I 'm take ya all with me. You are SEF, ANA is SEF, and I just made SEF. I made you, now you better break me before I break you. And yea, I made you unbreakable because I am unbreakable, ANA is unbreakable, we all are, but someone has to break in war, so let's dance!

 

Mack raises his glass, then takes a shot leaving a few sips left. He leans forward picking up a doobie and then the lighter to spark it up and sets the lighter down. Mack puffing away as ANA is still finishing the first one and its Smokey McWeed who's still here in SEF as a referee, but sits down with Mack helping to clean up the doobies as the view fades away.