House Show / WAR Promo

[Daddy Mack]

Singles Match
Nic Easy Angerly v. Ditz Van Dam
Referee: Smokey McWeed

Singles Match
Daddy Smack v. Moss
Referee: Josh Dobbes

Singles Match
Lace Fart v. Rot Gaze
Referee: Josh Dobbes

Singles Match
Dew Levenston v. Javen Blow
Referee: Doug Melvin

Singles Match
Mike Mazzeltone v. Foxy Oxy
Referee: Doug Melvin

Main Event
Triple Threat Match
SEE EM v. Ratt Flatcock v. The Mack
Referee: Smokey McWeed

So this what you got in mind?

The view focusing in on The Mack who sits up on a metal box in his ring tights, boots, and an Ultimate Rebel shirt with the sleeves cut off. A black beanie over his head emblazoned with The Mack in a deep red lettering. Mack's hair hanging down his shoulders a bit dirty blonde with some streaks of brown as his blue eyes dart to a piece of paper held up by his Manager, Frank E Dangerously! Frankie in the usual suit with a cellphone in his other hand just looks at Mack who nods ok with a cool smirk on his face.

Yea, I'll take them CM and Matlock rip offs to the cleaners and let the rest of the rip off jobbers do the dirty work of keeping the fans alive for The Showsteala!

Mack with that twinkle of a god's gift to wrestling superstar that he knows he is. Frankie busy typing a text which he sends and looks up with a confident smirk.

And those jobbers now know what their match is tonight as the show is gonna begin in seconds. So what about you Mack, what do you think of SEF in two thousand thirteen as opposed to the year it all began, two thousand two!?!?

Frankie hyping up big time as Mack looks at his manager with a smart ass grin.

You become an interviewer cause SEF could use you to hype some of these low balling faggots on the roster?!

Frankie nodding at the idea with a bit of a smirk now.

Maybe I should?

You should man, you earned the name Mouth For War and your half the reason Michal McMoney ever made a good SEF Champion!

Frankie nodding in a bowing gesture at that.

McMoney has a good mind for the business too and may make it if he sticks it out!? But he ain't neither here nor there cause tonight The Mack is living large and in charge for the night as we got a card for the fans lined up that I think is decent enough given the talent who showed up.

Frankie nodding yea.

You always had a good mind too Mack, fucking great mind, and I don't mean to kiss your ass cause your cocky enough. I did also want to ask though, what do you think of Simon Lee Nash?

Mack thinking for a second, his hands still tucked into the waist of his pants all relaxed.

You think he's a better fit for an alliance with The Showsteala than that other guy?

Mack looking up like he knows what Frankie is talking about with a bit of a smirk forming.

Yea, kid has the right attitude, but he's never around very much and if you gonna keep up with The Mack, you gotta hustle son! He teaming with Jordan Cut ain't he?

Frankie nodding yea.

And Simon seems to not have anything nice to say about his partner, rather the opposite. Could be an easy win to pick up if you and Jake can work together?

Mack chuckling with a sarcastic smirk.

Yea, that'll happen! Though as recent as it was, its been long enough for me to more than move on. I am a united World Champion and he's working security! See Simon says The Mack...

The Showsteala with a cheesy grin.

We both be in the same boat come WAR, but the difference is that I don't need a tag team partner to beat both you and the boy who likes to Cut! Combined, you two would make a good mold for a wrestler who could become great, like The Mack is going to show you anytime I want!

And Mack hopping off the crate hopping up and down to work himself up a bit. But he just let's his hands fall to his hips relaxing again with a smart ass smirk.

So is it time or our those damn jabronis still out in my ring boring the crowd until they get a chance to see The Mack in action?

Mack looking at Frankie who is looking on his phone scrolling around and reading whatever.

Not time yet and not that you care, but Nic E bested DVD in just under ten minutes, then your giant rip off Daddy Smack punted Moss across the ring to win in under a minute! Lace Fart is dominating Rot Gaze and apparently the crowd is chanting faggots!

Mack confused.

Wonder why we can't hear the crowd? Their just behind the curtain, or we are?

Mack scratching his head as Frankie says.

Lace just won with a sharpshooter, so we got two more to go and they may be short. I think Dew will make Javen tap in seconds or minutes, then, wait, why did you want Mike and Foxy in a match?

Mack shrugs.

I figured I'd use all the talent and thought they be entertaining, especially since I'll be out there for that one! So go tell those two boys whatever you gotta tell them to prepare them for The Mack!

Mack slapping Frankie on his shoulder and walks off as the Mouth For War just nods with a grin. Frankie walking off and typing into his phone as we catch up to Mack who is getting into the gorilla position watching on a monitor the action in the ring. Dew taps out Javen to a cloverleaf and rolls out heading to the back as the ref helps Javen out of the ring. We soon see Dew come this way and stops when he sees Mack. The Showsteala leaning back out of the path just watches the monitor as Dew passes by nodding respectfully. We soon hear "Chinese Democracy" by Guns 'N Roses playing over the pa. Mike Mazzeltone comes up stopping when he sees Mack who's focus is still on the monitor.

Whoa, Mack? Can I get by?

Mack ignoring Mike who just steps by quickly and makes his way out and to the ring and little off cue it would appear. Then we hear "Eat It" by Weird Al Yankovich come over the pa. Mack with an amused smirk at the lyrics and Foxy Oxy comes this way stopping when she sees The Showsteala. She just stares and smiles at him trying to flirt a little, but Mack ignoring her as well and Foxy heads to the ring to start her match.

DING...DING

Mike with a shoulderblock knocking Foxy down to the mat drops an elbows to her chest. He scrambles into a side headlock on Foxy who fights up to her feet. Mike hanging on with the headlock runs for a bulldog, but Mack seeing enough walks towards the stage. Once The Showsteala emerges from behind the curtain he flashes an arrogant smirk due to several fans seeing him and sending off a loud pop for the rest to take notice.



Mike and Foxy breaking apart to watch Mack saunter on down the aisle making the fans try to jump the rail. Mack just skipping around the ring to grab a microphone and rolls on in hopping up sort of between the two jobbers. Mack holding a hand up to both steps forward more in the middle, raises the mic up as he eyes Foxy, then Mike and turns to hit Foxy with Da Shows Ova. Mack standing over her leans on the ropes all relaxed and lifts the mic up.

DING...DING

And your winner, um, what was her name? What's your name?

Mack looking at Mike who charges at The Showsteala, but suffers the same fate of Da Shows Ova. Mack dancing around all cocky just backs up to a corner lifting his mic up.

Get these pieces of trash outta my ring and bring me two more bitches to smack around while I wait for WAR where I get to school two rookies!

The crowd pops loud.

Then its four days later at Point Of Impact where The Mack unveils the masked muppet of Hammad Haider's and takes the real T & A to a whole new level in the DOGG Fight!

The crowd pops even louder.

I know getting in this ring is never a walk in the park and that is why I wanted so bad to step into a ring some nineteen years ago when I pushed myself on a tour of the world. When I was just a young lad full of zits and piss and vinegar and a whole lotta shit and so much more, I went to the dungeon, I escaped to the desert, then godzilla ate me alive, spit me out and I kicked that fucking lizard's head off!

The crowd eating this up.

My A game is brought tonight, tomorrow, twice this Sunday, and every other fucking night of the week. Ain't no way, no how any of these fools gonna be getting over The Mack very easily. You want to pick your ass up and vault over my head, then step in line and work your ass to the bone. Can't be king of the world if your slave to the grind, so shut yo ass up and fight to the top. No jobber rip offs nor any puke green rookies are gonna stop my path to sitting atop SEF cause love me or hate me, ain't no one draws like The Mack!

Mack flipping his hair back arrogantly after tossing his beanie to the crowd. He rips his shirt off getting some girls attention and sends the fabric flying to some lucky fan. Mack laying up on the top turnbuckle lifts the mic up with a cocky grin.

So where the fuck are ya boys, chicken out or what?

The crowd chanting what and Mack laying back with a smile of a made man. "You Know My Name" by Chris Cornell hits the pa bringing out Ratt Flatcock who skips down to the ring  and rolls in. Then "Kryptonite" by 3 Doors Down hits and here comes SEE EM strolling out with a wave to the crowd. He jogs down and rolls in eyeing Ratt, then both jobbers look to Mack who just waves in a manner to suggest he is naive, which Mack is far from, the irony.

DING...DING

Mack on his feet in the corner just eyes both men and walks out with his right hand extended to shake hands with his opponents. Ratt not doing it, but SEE EM looks to take the bait. Mack leaping at Ratt with a slap to his face spins back with a heel kick to SEE EM sending him down. Ratt grabbing Mack to whip The Showsteala across the ring looks for a clothesline on the rebound. Mack ducking it and leaping into a crucifix on Ratt pulling him down to a pin,

ONE

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SEE EM breaks the fall with a kick to Mack's head. SEE EM yanking Mack up into a suplex, but The Showsteala slips down into a russian leg sweep. Mack on his feet gets a boot to the face from Ratt who yanks The Showsteala up for a double arm ddt. Mack twisting out into a swinging neckbreaker heads to the top leaping off into a missile dropkick to SEE EM. Mack leaping to stomp Ratt across the forehead, then heads back up to deliver X into his chest. Mack popping up to catch SEE EM with a scoop slam and run up the turnbuckles for a moonsault into the pin,

ONE

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TWO

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kickout! Mack leaping up to deliver stomps and kicks to SEE EM's midsection, then turns to look back at Ratt, and uses his foot to snuff out a cigarette. Mack cocks his leg up and hits Da Shows Ova on Ratt, then pulls up SEE EM for the Mack Attack. SEE EM with a back drop sends Mack over the top rope, but he lands on the apron. SEE EM staggering forward and Mack leaps to the top rope springing off into a bulldog taking SEE EM down across Ratt. Mack scrambling around to roll SEE EM away makes the pin on Ratt,

ONE

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TWO

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THREE

DING...DING



Here is your winner, The Mack!

The Showsteala on his feet and the ref raising Mack's arm in the air. Mack heading to the top rope making cocky gestures and doing crotch chops keeps the crowd fired up as ever. The SEX World Champion of SEF making his exit up the ramp after slapping a few fans hands, letting some girls leave their lips all over him, and making more rude gestures. Mack disappearing behind the curtain makes his way through the gorilla position and is greeted by Frankie with a clapping of his hands. Most of the jobbers are back there and nod to Mack, a few clap as well for him and The Showsteala nodding back. Mack throwing an arm around Frankie's shoulders walks him down the hall towards the locker rooms.

So give it to me straight Frank, am I ready for WAR?

Mack looking a bit sarcastic as usual.

My friend, you are ready as always, so stop with the bullshit and let me go take care of a few things. Just call me if ya need anything or learn to text!

Frankie with a smart ass smirk while Mack nods no.

Nah man, I'd rather talk. Texting seems to much of a reversal in communication, then again, maybe its just me?

Its probably you, but with what you give in that ring, it doesn't matter what you do outside of it!

Mack shrugging.

Good thing cause I sure as hell never cared what anyone thought of the shit I do. My name ain't Viper, its Mack and to the rest of all ya all on the roster watching and learning like you need to be, its The Mack! Now take it easy Frankie cause ya know that's how I roll and peace bro.

Mack shaking hands with Frankie before exiting stage left into his dressing room. Frankie just bringing his phone out of his pocket begins to text someone as he walks away.