MACK (Shane Mack R&R)

[JC_Stylin]

"MACK!"

The door from the parking lot flew open and in walked him. A man that has not walked those halls for almost three years. Johnny Camaro. He was not the same man that used to walk the halls of SEF. This man stood taller, dressed better. His posture screamed of importance; and his body language gave him a championship vibe. This indeed was not the young 23 year old that reeked havoc, and made management's life hell. This was not the man who needed to be censored, calmed, or put in line. This was not a man who grew frustrated when his visions of glory were delayed by the "old school ways". This was a man who went through hell to get his glory. This was a man who was handed his shot and did not disappoint.

Indeed, this was not the same Johnny Camaro. It's a strange feeling though; looking back on what happened in SEF for Johnny Camaro. He felt so small back then; he felt like everything around him was so much bigger. Now that he's left, found his glory, and returned it just feels different.

It's not like he felt like King Shit, but rather that he was ready to be in a place like SEF once again. There was one thing he needed to do though. His sole purpose for returning to SEF. He needed to find Shane Mack.

He started walking down the corridors searching for Mack's locker room. He wasn't sure if Mack would be back yet from his match, but he figured he could wait. After a little bit of searching Camaro had found it. The locker room of the new WAR World Champion.

Respectfully, he knocks on the door. From the other side he hears a slightly out of breath "come in". Camaro closes his eye, turns the knob and opens the door.

"MACK!"

Camaro commanded the floor with two strides which placed him relatively close to Mack.

"I want to finish everything between you and I. I'm not asking for a title shot for your newly acquired championship. What I'm asking you for is simply a match against you. A ladder match, cage match, a goddamn Death match. I don't care what the stipulations are. You and I, one more time. After becoming a multiple time World Champion myself I think I am finally able to defeat you. Trust me, I will get closer to beating you than our ladder match last time."

Camaro extends his hand toward Mack.

"So, Shane, what do you say? You and I, one more match so I can finally close end this story."

[Daddy Mack]

Mack with an arched brow unsure of who this new kid is walking in here, but its a challenge he won't refuse, so The Showsteala swings his right hand out. The kid before him cautious, but Mack just clasping hands with him pulls the kid closer to say with a serious tone despite his sarcastic grin.

I got no problem taking on any new challengers in any match you want, but I don't remember ever having a match with you, so whatever story your looking to end is falling on deaf ears on my end!

Mack letting go motions the kid to back up and places his hands on his hips with his grin still there.

When ya want to do this match cause I got two World Title matches to get ready for this Wednesday and Sunday?! I'm willing to work twice a night or more if I have to again, no sweat off my brow!

Mack with a cockiness to him relaxes his arms back.

Not that it really matters much, but I didn't catch your name. So if ya want to introduce yourself feel free, walk with me, I gotta hit the showers.

Mack dropping his tights kicks them off leaving himself naked. No care from The Showsteala who grabs a white towel and black bag walking up to the kid in his room causing him to back up as to not touch Mack's cock hanging free. Mack slinging the towel over his shoulder just looks calm, but waiting for a response.

So you gonna stand there all day and stare or tell me who ya are? C'mon, walk with me kid, I got places to get to!

Mack with a hand to the kids shoulder walking out of the room brings his latest challenger out. Mack starts off down the hall looking shameless as ever.