A Flair For Charlotte

[Daddy Mack]

The sunny beach somewhere along the western coast of Florida on a secluded strip of white sand where only two people lay, naked, a man on top of a woman with blonde hair, both athletic and similar in height. Upon closer inspection we see the back of Mack with that dirty blonde hair hanging down as he pumps between the blonde's legs...whoa!?! Flair's daughter who wrestles down here in Florida?! Looks like Charlotte who is looking like she loves what Mack is giving her with her goods hidden by Mack pressed down on her tits in the sand giving it to her good, like he has a Flair for Charlotte!?!

Later in the night we find Mack in Charlotte, we mean the city in North Carolina where WAR is coming to next, and Mack kicked back on the back of a flatbed pickup strewn about with hay. The truck sitting somewhere on the outskirts of the city, among one of the poor suburban towns a bit off the map in the country it looks like. A field of a farm in the background it looks like, kinda on the night blue sky side as chickens cluck off yander where we can't see for all we see is Mack laying there in his blue jeans with a million dollar grin and a thin t-shirt sporting a print of his old Ultimate Rebel shirt. A pair of cheap, black sunglasses shade his eyes on this cloudy day, but still, gotta shield them baby blues that get him into so much trouble!!! As if his mouth he is about to run doesn't do enough damage!?!

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Charlotte North Carolina and boy do we have a match for the ages, a match for all the old school Flair followers in this country of his he made. Mack is in the main event with The Showtime and we get to face some rag tag teams thrown together to try and combat the greatest arsenal of wrestlers to come together in the past decade. Of course ya got me, but the greatest thing since sliced bread, wait, who the fuck decided sliced bread was great!?! Slice your own fucking bread and make yourself a sandwich, then kick back and listen up chumps, listen and get ready to watch The Showtime display brilliance in that wrestling ring. We got Taylor Andrews and her fine ass shoving her stereotypical look down everyone's throats since she left my dojo four years ago and embarked on a do or die quest. I'd say she has done what she set out to do, now its The Showtime for her sweet ass to ride with cause she deserves it. Much like Simon Lee and Matt, them boys been around and stepped up their game in SEF in singles and tag team matches, they went against us once and held their own, they style and profile just like Da Natural A plus player before you has been doing long before SEF was thought of. They be a natural fit to The Showtime and on WAR, its gonna take a lot more than some O'Bannon clan who aren't even sure they can hang in SEF, let alone show they can with The Showtime. The Renegades of Peace, a formidable team indeed, but no trust between Phoenix and A Native Americano, so boys, settle your business quick cause The Showtime knows their business and its in the middle of a wrestling ring. And maybe I'm blind, but it seems to me Phoenix is going solo, so what this means for the 8 person tag match is up in the air. Hell, we have to, we'll make it all about The Showtime like we did on Anarchy and just do a Tag Title match insuring the best main event possible. Phoenix can take the night off and go jerk off to us from afar with the rest of the haters who have to watch real talent since they can't hang with us! Send the O'Bannon's, well hell, I can use Jax in XFW, and A Native Americano can referee our affair if he wants to add some of his justice and make sure no poser tries to ruin it. And Whitney, well, we all know where she can fit in with Mack, so let's leave it there and let the old lady take care of her kids while her old man takes care of the biggest draw, the number one wrestler, and leader of champions. There has never been anyone else, no one can replace what Mack brings to SEF, so just hop aboard and let's ride muthafuckas!!! Tonight its The Showtime or bust, so let's get a moving, c'mon brothers, let's go to Charlotte.

Mack yelling and waving someone over when a few poor farmers jump on to the back of the truck grumbling and laughing at Mack looking like fans and friends of his. A couple others come into the scene to get in the cab of the truck and it fires to life with a couple more guys running to jump on the flatbed where Mack just sits indian style looking behind as the truck moves off down the road into the pale darkness.