Post by mac on Mar 16, 2024 8:45:46 GMT -5
Nope, not today.
[On-Camera]
Mac: There are so many things always going on in our world, sometimes I just shake my head and the sheer stupidity of people in this industry.
That was my opening statement to the interviewer and he motioned for me to go on. I smiled, this guy loved to get dirty on whoever he could. Jack Mcaskel was a long time wrestling enthusiast and known for his high profile interviews.
Jack Mcaskel: Go on big fella, I’m excited about where this line of thought might go.
I nodded, and took a sip of my coffee.
Mac Bane: All you have to do is look at social media, regardless of the platform, people in our line of work are toxic on a good day.
He held up the index finger on his right hand.
Jack Mcaskel: Is that the reason you no longer have a presence on X?
I nodded my head in agreement with his question.
Mac Bane: Yeah man, that’s one of the reasons. People are so petty and even cruel in some cases. They think that their opinion on someone else is the only thing that matters. They come after people trying to cancel people. To run people out of this business. Good people that work hard at their craft.
I paused there for a moment and let that sink in for the host.
Mac Bane: You take someone like Chris Page, is he controversial? Absolutely he is, he’s done many things in his career that people can point at and question. Did he deserve the way he was treated on X? No, no one deserves that. They did finally manage to run him off social media, so they think they’ve won.
Jack Mcaskel: Have they?
Mac Bane: That depends on perspective. I’m sure they think they have, but have they really? I mean we’re talking about people that would rather express their political views than talk about their own brand or their next opponent.
Jack shrugged his shoulders, maybe in indifference, it was hard to tell with him sometimes.
Mac Bane: Page and I are not the only ones that have left X. There are many others who left before he and I did, and many more will leave long after we are retired and gone from the minds of the fans.
Jack Mcaskel: That brings another question to mind, I’ve been hearing rumors about Page retiring and you as well. Care to speak to that?
I chuckled softly.
Mac Bane: I won’t speak for him, I can only speak for myself. Yes, retirement has been on my mind lately.
He smirked as he continued.
Jack Mcaskel: So, what’s causing it to be on your mind recently? Tired, burned out or just trying to leave on top?
Mac Bane: yes.
He smiled at my comment and chuckled a little.
Jack Mcaskel: Really?
I shook my head and smirked.
Mac Bane: No, not really, but I’ve reached the point in my career where there’s nothing left to prove or achieve. That’s a story for another time though. My focus is this week and Goth, then Cholo at Wrestle Wars.
Fade.
[Off-Camera]
The Bounty Hunter; the people that law enforcement calls when they don’t want to waste resources on pursuing a bail jumper. Occasionally they call when they don’t want to put their officers at risk to go get someone who’s extremely dangerous. My weapons of choice were my service pistol, they don’t make ‘em like the 1911A anymore that’s for sure. My beanbag gun, and a taser. These were all tools of the trade, the pistol was always the last resort if I got into real trouble. The perp in this case was someone I knew, we’d drank good whiskey together, been thrown out of more than one bar together. He was my kind of person, but there were some disturbing rumors floating around about Frankie Redmon these days. The sheet from local law enforcement said he had jumped bail. He was charged with aggravated assault and kidnapping. They claimed he kidnapped his six year old daughter after beating up her step father. I sighed heavily, his ex wife was an absolute bitch.
Mac Bane: Frankie, why are you fucking up your life?
I said it out loud and mostly to myself, since I am by myself, so I chuckled softly as I eased my truck into his driveway. I saw the curtains move as I put the truck into neutral and set the parking brake. I saw it move again and I could see Lucile’s little face smiling and then she waved. I smiled and waved back as Frankie came out of the front door. I stood there with his hands on his hips and shook his head.
Frankie Redmon: Figures they’d send you to come get me.
I nodded as we shook hands.
Mac Bane: They say you jumped bail, buddy. They also say you kidnapped Lucy after you beat up her stepfather.
He shrugged indifferently and sighed.
Frankie Redmon: They say a lot of things don’t they?
It was rhetorical and I knew it, I didn’t say anything in response, I just nodded. I pulled out my cigar, and I offered him one as well. He accepted it, biting off the tip and spitting it to the side. I gave him my lighter so he could light his cigar and then I lit mine.
Mac Bane: So, what happened, Frankie?
He took a deep drag from the cigar and let it drift out slowly enjoying the flavor of it.
Frankie Redmon: Well, it’s my weekend to have Lucy, and when I showed up, that asshole was drunk. He had been beating on Amber and was about to start on Lucy, again.
I almost choked on my cigar, I coughed a couple of times and then looked at Frankie.
Mac Bane: Are you fucking serious? He was beating on a 6 year old girl?
He motioned towards the house and Lucy came out, she had heavy bruises on her arms and one just under her cheek. She came running up to me and squatted down and gave her a hug.
Mac Bane: Gerald do that to you, Luc?
She nodded, a grim expression, and then her eyes began to well. I hugged her again and she began to sob.
Mac Bane: Don’t you worry, little miss Lucy, that won’t happen again. Your Uncle Mac is gonna make sure of that.
Frankie laid a massive hand on my shoulder.
Frankie Redmon: Now, don’t you go getting yourself in hot water because of what I did.
I smiled at him and shook my head.
Mac Bane: Baby steps my friend, first thing we have to do is get you downtown so you can talk to the police. I’ll make sure they know that you didn’t leave town and have been here the whole time. So, technically you didn’t jump bail.
Lucy Redmon: I guess we’re going for a ride, huh?
I looked at the little girl and smiled.
Mac Bane: yes ma’am.
I got on my phone and talked to the desk sergeant and he was laughing when I explained what happened. He told me not to worry about Frankie as long as he came in, they’d take some information and he’d be clear to go home.
Mac Bane: Alright Frankie, let’s get you down there, this is gonna work out.
He nodded and then without another word, they loaded up in my truck and I took them down to have a talk with Las Vegas’ finest.
Fade.
While Frankie was busy with the police, I went on a side mission of sorts. It turns out that Gerald, Amber’s husband was wanted for, you guessed it, jumping bail. I could lie and say I wouldn’t enjoy this one, but I damn sure intended on it. He had been charged with domestic violence, from six months ago, before he and Amber had gotten together. I pulled into the driveway, he was sitting there on the steps. He saw me and he just sat there dumbstruck. I stepped out of the truck and approached him slowly.
Mac Bane: Gerald Pickard?
He sneered at me and spat on the ground.
Gerald Pickard: You know who the fuck I am, Bane. Your friend is going to jail for a long time.
I smirked at him and spat between his feet.
Mac Bane: Not likely.
I give him credit, he tried to jump up and attack me but as soon as he made that move, the taser that I had behind my back came into play. The electricity from the device will wreak havoc with your nervous system to say the least. I didn’t let go of the button until he had pissed his pants. I disengaged the taser and he finally quit twitching. I whispered to him.
Mac Bane: I want to be clear about something, it doesn’t matter if it’s my fault, your fault or no one’s fault. If you so much as breath near Lucy again, I’m gonna blow your fucking head off. Do you understand?
He groaned as I knelt down and started putting the cuffs on and his hand behind his back. I twisted his wrist slightly and he groaned louder.
Mac Bane: I said, do you understand.
He nodded his head and groaned louder as I twisted his wrist.
Gerald Pickard: Yeah, I understand!
I kept my knee in the small of his back as I dug my phone out. I called the desk sergeant.
Mac Bane: Harry, hey, Pickard is ready for pick up.
Sergeant Harry Harrison: That was quick.
I looked down at Pickard and smirked.
Mac Bane: Some people just ain’t smart enough to run.
The sergeant laughed as he hung up.
Mac Bane: They will love you on the inside Gerald, do you have any idea what might happen to you if they discover you beat on women and children?
Gerald Pickard: I’ll be out in less than twenty four hours, Bane then I’m gonna kill you.
I sneered at him and then busted up laughing.
Mac Bane: I ain’t hard to find, but based on your record I’d say that they’ll be holding you until your trial. They’ll also be adding domestic violence against Amber to your record. Oh, and endangerment of a child. Aggravated assault as well.
I rolled him on his back and he yelled out in pain from the added pressure on his elbows and wrists. I made sure that I rolled him in his own urine.
Mac Bane: If you ever come after me or my family, this will be light, the next time I see you, I’ll make sure you never harm another woman in this lifetime.
I went over to the porch and took a seat while I waited on the uniforms to show up and take this trash away. I lit a cigar and smiled. It didn’t take long, the squad car pulled up and two cops stepped out. They looked at me and then down at him and shook their heads in stereo.
Officer 1: Why does he smell so bad? He smells like piss.
The second officer smiled as I held up the taser and grinned.
Officer 2: That happens sometimes when you have to use a taser on someone. You’re an evil man, Mac.
I stood up and bowed to them both.
Mac Bane: Why, thank you, thank you very much.
Fade.
The scene opens from an empty studio. The staccato of my boot heels on the ceramic tile echo. I open the door and walk into the studio. The sterility of the recording studio makes me happy, no outside noise penetrates these walls. It embraces me like a lover, so quiet, most people get wigged out by the feeling it gives, but I find nothing but comfort here. A place where I can be comfortable and share my inner thoughts. Things I can share without interruption, to just let the hate flow out of me, and at the same time, it feeds my soul. No trace of amusement or anger shows on my face as I approach the microphone.
Mac Bane: A no DQ match against one of my closest friends? Is that what we’re doing?
I take the black stetson off of my head and lay on the podium that I stand in front of. I rolled my eyes at the camera, just because this booking was stupid.
Mac Bane: That’s funny. Not ha ha funny but the other kind of funny. The kind of funny that makes people roll their eyes and shake their heads in disbelief.
I grab the edge of the podium, then letting go of it I spread my arms out wide.
Mac Bane: Gerret was always a glutton for punishment though so I’m not surprised. No matter how many times I beat his ass he always comes back for more.
I allow a small smile to tug at the corners of my mouth, as I bring my arms back down.
Mac Bane: I’m proud of him for that and sad for him all at the same time. No one and I mean no one should go back to the same source of humiliation, all the while, convincing themselves that it will turn out differently this time.
I shrug as I absently trace the wood grain of the podium, almost absent mindedly.
Mac Bane: G, that’s insanity in its purest form.
I openly smirk at the camera, the absurdity of this match is really pissing me off.
Mac Bane: You’re better than that, but you just don’t show it. All the potential in the world but a lack of vision handicaps you, every single time you step into the ring.
I shake my head and sigh as I continue.
Mac Bane: All you have to do is look at the people you’ve lost to. Jenny Myst is just the most recent, and instead of avenging that loss, you stole her doll? Why you would even want to touch something that resembled Amber Mansly is beyond me, my man. That’s just fucking gross.
I tap the podium with my index finger as I continue.
Mac Bane: So, while you’ve been playing with dolls, I’ve been winning championship gold. While you’re playing with religious zealots, I’ve been defending that title.
I glare at the camera, my disgust now obvious.
Mac Bane: Not to mention the people you choose to have around you. This Jebidiah….a minion at best and annoying as hell. You’re taking this whole cult thing way too seriously.
I stop tapping the podium and soften my features, signifying a hint of sadness at what he’s become.
Mac Bane: The Gerret Goth I knew in Sin City was a game changer, this version of you is not your best incarnation. No brother, not even close.
I shake my head in dismay, watching his transformation he’s gone through has been difficult for me to watch.
Mac Bane: Brother, an interesting word, isn’t it? I don’t have many of those left in this industry. People are retiring and moving on with their lives, and rightly so, you should always leave when you’re still able.
A more sympathetic look crosses my face.
Mac Bane: Gerret is one of those that will be wheeled away when he retires. Far too stubborn to retire on his own terms, he still hasn’t figured out what that looks like.
I shake it off and the glare returns, just because of the high level of stupid I’m dealing with right now.
Mac Bane: Too fucking dumb to realize what will happen in this match, a contest with no rules. He knows how dangerous I am under normal circumstances but he asked for this match. With me? Are you having delusions of adequacy or something?
I shrug it off out of indifference.
Mac Bane: Or maybe it’s just another psychotic episode that you're suffering from?
I look off towards the window, with the last vestiges of daylight trying to fade.
Mac Bane: Either way G, this will not end the way you hope. I know that your minion will be at rinside,as will Cholo, and the nature of this match will invite other people to insert themselves in my business once again.
I smile at the thought of it, and the opportunity to inflict more violence on people who so richly deserve it.
Mac Bane: There are many people that still have my back, should I need them to. You used to be one of those people. It’s a shame really, on so many levels.
I sneer at the thought of him thinking he’s good enough.
Mac Bane: You want so badly to beat me, to prove that you deserve to be in the world title conversation. You want this more than anything, but you fail to realize one simple thing. You’re not on my level, you’ve never been on my level.
I chuckle softly as I know his reaction when he sees this promo.
Mac Bane: And never will be.
Maybe his wife convinced him that he’s good enough, I thought to myself.
Mac Bane: Who or what led you to believe it was otherwise? Did you fall and hit your head? Did you have to use a life alert because you had fallen and couldn’t get up?
I smile broadly at my own dialogue.
Mac Bane: I’m going to hurt far more than your feelings in this match, this could be the end of the line for you old man. You’ve outlived your usefulness in this industry, seems I was wrong about you being savior material. I know you’re approaching this match with a heart full of hope, nope, not today princess.
Fade.
The Foreword
[On-Camera]
Mac: There are so many things always going on in our world, sometimes I just shake my head and the sheer stupidity of people in this industry.
That was my opening statement to the interviewer and he motioned for me to go on. I smiled, this guy loved to get dirty on whoever he could. Jack Mcaskel was a long time wrestling enthusiast and known for his high profile interviews.
Jack Mcaskel: Go on big fella, I’m excited about where this line of thought might go.
I nodded, and took a sip of my coffee.
Mac Bane: All you have to do is look at social media, regardless of the platform, people in our line of work are toxic on a good day.
He held up the index finger on his right hand.
Jack Mcaskel: Is that the reason you no longer have a presence on X?
I nodded my head in agreement with his question.
Mac Bane: Yeah man, that’s one of the reasons. People are so petty and even cruel in some cases. They think that their opinion on someone else is the only thing that matters. They come after people trying to cancel people. To run people out of this business. Good people that work hard at their craft.
I paused there for a moment and let that sink in for the host.
Mac Bane: You take someone like Chris Page, is he controversial? Absolutely he is, he’s done many things in his career that people can point at and question. Did he deserve the way he was treated on X? No, no one deserves that. They did finally manage to run him off social media, so they think they’ve won.
Jack Mcaskel: Have they?
Mac Bane: That depends on perspective. I’m sure they think they have, but have they really? I mean we’re talking about people that would rather express their political views than talk about their own brand or their next opponent.
Jack shrugged his shoulders, maybe in indifference, it was hard to tell with him sometimes.
Mac Bane: Page and I are not the only ones that have left X. There are many others who left before he and I did, and many more will leave long after we are retired and gone from the minds of the fans.
Jack Mcaskel: That brings another question to mind, I’ve been hearing rumors about Page retiring and you as well. Care to speak to that?
I chuckled softly.
Mac Bane: I won’t speak for him, I can only speak for myself. Yes, retirement has been on my mind lately.
He smirked as he continued.
Jack Mcaskel: So, what’s causing it to be on your mind recently? Tired, burned out or just trying to leave on top?
Mac Bane: yes.
He smiled at my comment and chuckled a little.
Jack Mcaskel: Really?
I shook my head and smirked.
Mac Bane: No, not really, but I’ve reached the point in my career where there’s nothing left to prove or achieve. That’s a story for another time though. My focus is this week and Goth, then Cholo at Wrestle Wars.
Fade.
The Mission
[Off-Camera]
The Bounty Hunter; the people that law enforcement calls when they don’t want to waste resources on pursuing a bail jumper. Occasionally they call when they don’t want to put their officers at risk to go get someone who’s extremely dangerous. My weapons of choice were my service pistol, they don’t make ‘em like the 1911A anymore that’s for sure. My beanbag gun, and a taser. These were all tools of the trade, the pistol was always the last resort if I got into real trouble. The perp in this case was someone I knew, we’d drank good whiskey together, been thrown out of more than one bar together. He was my kind of person, but there were some disturbing rumors floating around about Frankie Redmon these days. The sheet from local law enforcement said he had jumped bail. He was charged with aggravated assault and kidnapping. They claimed he kidnapped his six year old daughter after beating up her step father. I sighed heavily, his ex wife was an absolute bitch.
Mac Bane: Frankie, why are you fucking up your life?
I said it out loud and mostly to myself, since I am by myself, so I chuckled softly as I eased my truck into his driveway. I saw the curtains move as I put the truck into neutral and set the parking brake. I saw it move again and I could see Lucile’s little face smiling and then she waved. I smiled and waved back as Frankie came out of the front door. I stood there with his hands on his hips and shook his head.
Frankie Redmon: Figures they’d send you to come get me.
I nodded as we shook hands.
Mac Bane: They say you jumped bail, buddy. They also say you kidnapped Lucy after you beat up her stepfather.
He shrugged indifferently and sighed.
Frankie Redmon: They say a lot of things don’t they?
It was rhetorical and I knew it, I didn’t say anything in response, I just nodded. I pulled out my cigar, and I offered him one as well. He accepted it, biting off the tip and spitting it to the side. I gave him my lighter so he could light his cigar and then I lit mine.
Mac Bane: So, what happened, Frankie?
He took a deep drag from the cigar and let it drift out slowly enjoying the flavor of it.
Frankie Redmon: Well, it’s my weekend to have Lucy, and when I showed up, that asshole was drunk. He had been beating on Amber and was about to start on Lucy, again.
I almost choked on my cigar, I coughed a couple of times and then looked at Frankie.
Mac Bane: Are you fucking serious? He was beating on a 6 year old girl?
He motioned towards the house and Lucy came out, she had heavy bruises on her arms and one just under her cheek. She came running up to me and squatted down and gave her a hug.
Mac Bane: Gerald do that to you, Luc?
She nodded, a grim expression, and then her eyes began to well. I hugged her again and she began to sob.
Mac Bane: Don’t you worry, little miss Lucy, that won’t happen again. Your Uncle Mac is gonna make sure of that.
Frankie laid a massive hand on my shoulder.
Frankie Redmon: Now, don’t you go getting yourself in hot water because of what I did.
I smiled at him and shook my head.
Mac Bane: Baby steps my friend, first thing we have to do is get you downtown so you can talk to the police. I’ll make sure they know that you didn’t leave town and have been here the whole time. So, technically you didn’t jump bail.
Lucy Redmon: I guess we’re going for a ride, huh?
I looked at the little girl and smiled.
Mac Bane: yes ma’am.
I got on my phone and talked to the desk sergeant and he was laughing when I explained what happened. He told me not to worry about Frankie as long as he came in, they’d take some information and he’d be clear to go home.
Mac Bane: Alright Frankie, let’s get you down there, this is gonna work out.
He nodded and then without another word, they loaded up in my truck and I took them down to have a talk with Las Vegas’ finest.
Fade.
Good Night Princess
While Frankie was busy with the police, I went on a side mission of sorts. It turns out that Gerald, Amber’s husband was wanted for, you guessed it, jumping bail. I could lie and say I wouldn’t enjoy this one, but I damn sure intended on it. He had been charged with domestic violence, from six months ago, before he and Amber had gotten together. I pulled into the driveway, he was sitting there on the steps. He saw me and he just sat there dumbstruck. I stepped out of the truck and approached him slowly.
Mac Bane: Gerald Pickard?
He sneered at me and spat on the ground.
Gerald Pickard: You know who the fuck I am, Bane. Your friend is going to jail for a long time.
I smirked at him and spat between his feet.
Mac Bane: Not likely.
I give him credit, he tried to jump up and attack me but as soon as he made that move, the taser that I had behind my back came into play. The electricity from the device will wreak havoc with your nervous system to say the least. I didn’t let go of the button until he had pissed his pants. I disengaged the taser and he finally quit twitching. I whispered to him.
Mac Bane: I want to be clear about something, it doesn’t matter if it’s my fault, your fault or no one’s fault. If you so much as breath near Lucy again, I’m gonna blow your fucking head off. Do you understand?
He groaned as I knelt down and started putting the cuffs on and his hand behind his back. I twisted his wrist slightly and he groaned louder.
Mac Bane: I said, do you understand.
He nodded his head and groaned louder as I twisted his wrist.
Gerald Pickard: Yeah, I understand!
I kept my knee in the small of his back as I dug my phone out. I called the desk sergeant.
Mac Bane: Harry, hey, Pickard is ready for pick up.
Sergeant Harry Harrison: That was quick.
I looked down at Pickard and smirked.
Mac Bane: Some people just ain’t smart enough to run.
The sergeant laughed as he hung up.
Mac Bane: They will love you on the inside Gerald, do you have any idea what might happen to you if they discover you beat on women and children?
Gerald Pickard: I’ll be out in less than twenty four hours, Bane then I’m gonna kill you.
I sneered at him and then busted up laughing.
Mac Bane: I ain’t hard to find, but based on your record I’d say that they’ll be holding you until your trial. They’ll also be adding domestic violence against Amber to your record. Oh, and endangerment of a child. Aggravated assault as well.
I rolled him on his back and he yelled out in pain from the added pressure on his elbows and wrists. I made sure that I rolled him in his own urine.
Mac Bane: If you ever come after me or my family, this will be light, the next time I see you, I’ll make sure you never harm another woman in this lifetime.
I went over to the porch and took a seat while I waited on the uniforms to show up and take this trash away. I lit a cigar and smiled. It didn’t take long, the squad car pulled up and two cops stepped out. They looked at me and then down at him and shook their heads in stereo.
Officer 1: Why does he smell so bad? He smells like piss.
The second officer smiled as I held up the taser and grinned.
Officer 2: That happens sometimes when you have to use a taser on someone. You’re an evil man, Mac.
I stood up and bowed to them both.
Mac Bane: Why, thank you, thank you very much.
Fade.
Nope, Not Today.
The scene opens from an empty studio. The staccato of my boot heels on the ceramic tile echo. I open the door and walk into the studio. The sterility of the recording studio makes me happy, no outside noise penetrates these walls. It embraces me like a lover, so quiet, most people get wigged out by the feeling it gives, but I find nothing but comfort here. A place where I can be comfortable and share my inner thoughts. Things I can share without interruption, to just let the hate flow out of me, and at the same time, it feeds my soul. No trace of amusement or anger shows on my face as I approach the microphone.
Mac Bane: A no DQ match against one of my closest friends? Is that what we’re doing?
I take the black stetson off of my head and lay on the podium that I stand in front of. I rolled my eyes at the camera, just because this booking was stupid.
Mac Bane: That’s funny. Not ha ha funny but the other kind of funny. The kind of funny that makes people roll their eyes and shake their heads in disbelief.
I grab the edge of the podium, then letting go of it I spread my arms out wide.
Mac Bane: Gerret was always a glutton for punishment though so I’m not surprised. No matter how many times I beat his ass he always comes back for more.
I allow a small smile to tug at the corners of my mouth, as I bring my arms back down.
Mac Bane: I’m proud of him for that and sad for him all at the same time. No one and I mean no one should go back to the same source of humiliation, all the while, convincing themselves that it will turn out differently this time.
I shrug as I absently trace the wood grain of the podium, almost absent mindedly.
Mac Bane: G, that’s insanity in its purest form.
I openly smirk at the camera, the absurdity of this match is really pissing me off.
Mac Bane: You’re better than that, but you just don’t show it. All the potential in the world but a lack of vision handicaps you, every single time you step into the ring.
I shake my head and sigh as I continue.
Mac Bane: All you have to do is look at the people you’ve lost to. Jenny Myst is just the most recent, and instead of avenging that loss, you stole her doll? Why you would even want to touch something that resembled Amber Mansly is beyond me, my man. That’s just fucking gross.
I tap the podium with my index finger as I continue.
Mac Bane: So, while you’ve been playing with dolls, I’ve been winning championship gold. While you’re playing with religious zealots, I’ve been defending that title.
I glare at the camera, my disgust now obvious.
Mac Bane: Not to mention the people you choose to have around you. This Jebidiah….a minion at best and annoying as hell. You’re taking this whole cult thing way too seriously.
I stop tapping the podium and soften my features, signifying a hint of sadness at what he’s become.
Mac Bane: The Gerret Goth I knew in Sin City was a game changer, this version of you is not your best incarnation. No brother, not even close.
I shake my head in dismay, watching his transformation he’s gone through has been difficult for me to watch.
Mac Bane: Brother, an interesting word, isn’t it? I don’t have many of those left in this industry. People are retiring and moving on with their lives, and rightly so, you should always leave when you’re still able.
A more sympathetic look crosses my face.
Mac Bane: Gerret is one of those that will be wheeled away when he retires. Far too stubborn to retire on his own terms, he still hasn’t figured out what that looks like.
I shake it off and the glare returns, just because of the high level of stupid I’m dealing with right now.
Mac Bane: Too fucking dumb to realize what will happen in this match, a contest with no rules. He knows how dangerous I am under normal circumstances but he asked for this match. With me? Are you having delusions of adequacy or something?
I shrug it off out of indifference.
Mac Bane: Or maybe it’s just another psychotic episode that you're suffering from?
I look off towards the window, with the last vestiges of daylight trying to fade.
Mac Bane: Either way G, this will not end the way you hope. I know that your minion will be at rinside,as will Cholo, and the nature of this match will invite other people to insert themselves in my business once again.
I smile at the thought of it, and the opportunity to inflict more violence on people who so richly deserve it.
Mac Bane: There are many people that still have my back, should I need them to. You used to be one of those people. It’s a shame really, on so many levels.
I sneer at the thought of him thinking he’s good enough.
Mac Bane: You want so badly to beat me, to prove that you deserve to be in the world title conversation. You want this more than anything, but you fail to realize one simple thing. You’re not on my level, you’ve never been on my level.
I chuckle softly as I know his reaction when he sees this promo.
Mac Bane: And never will be.
Maybe his wife convinced him that he’s good enough, I thought to myself.
Mac Bane: Who or what led you to believe it was otherwise? Did you fall and hit your head? Did you have to use a life alert because you had fallen and couldn’t get up?
I smile broadly at my own dialogue.
Mac Bane: I’m going to hurt far more than your feelings in this match, this could be the end of the line for you old man. You’ve outlived your usefulness in this industry, seems I was wrong about you being savior material. I know you’re approaching this match with a heart full of hope, nope, not today princess.
Fade.