“I got an axe to grind...a crooked mind…
You better watch your back.
Starved like a vampire chasing a vein…
Cruel disposition, sickness I crave!
Attention! Attention! Welcome to the stage!
Your new sacrifice...come sharpen your teeth!”...Fuckin’ Hell…
Right...so that Deathmatch SEEMED like a good idea at the time...why am I the way I am? Like I’m never bleedin’ satisfied unless I’m...well...BLEEDIN’.
...good on Malachi though...Hell of a tussle. He’s a right nasty bastard...I guess just like he told everybody he was.
I put that respect on his name, bruv.
See that match? That weren’t nothin’ personal...just an exhibition idea to show this entire company the Old Gods are dead...WE are PWS now, innit?
...but now? NOW it’s personal...NOW...I’m PISSED.
...we’ll see how it goes when I put an actual magnum up to Tommy boys brain, savvy?
-The Hospital-(Mack McKane suddenly jolts awake...he’d fallen asleep...as best as he can imagine, while he was sleeping, the nurse injected him again to “help” him.He looks around the room with a sullen sneer...hospitals were no stranger to the self-destructive Brit. Soon, a nurse enters.)
Nurse: How are we feeling today, Mack?
Mack McKane: ...any better and I’d be dangerous.
Nurse: Oh c’mon, it’s not SO bad...you got lucky that was all you had to have done! The stitches are healing nicely, your knee is strong again, it’ll be a couple weeks but...you’ll be back in no time!
Mack McKane: Yeah I’m livin’ the dream, innit?
Nurse: That’s the spirit!
(The nurse fixes the syringe into his IV and he reaches to stop her.)
Mack McKane: No thanks.
Nurse: It’s just to help you take the edge off…
Mack McKane: No. Thanks.
(He’d grown up with an alcoholic and a pill popper...he’d seen the results first hand and all it brought was the destruction of his family and the wrongful incarceration of his brother.)
Nurse: ...have it your way.
(The nurse unplugs the syringe without injecting it’s contents into Mack. She smiles and writes her notes down before turning and leaving...Mack lays his head back staring at the ceiling.)
Mack McKane: ...couple weeks…
(Mack looks around the room...and spots his gear in the corner.)
Mack McKane: ...Right...fuck THAT then!
(Mack rips the monitor cords off his chest and pulls the IV out of his own arm and weakly stands up using a crutch to hobble his way over as he gets changed…
...by the time the nurse came back...there was an empty bed...and a note that simply said…)
“Thanks. -M”-”I’m A Boxcar, a Jug of Wine...
...and a straight razor if you get too close to me.”-
-Charles Manson(We open to what seems like the interior of a condemned, abandoned warehouse...there is a tattered couch in the corner...the entire place seemed damp and musty. The cargo door opens and we see Mack McKane hobble in using a cane as he flings himself tiredly onto the couch...he looks to the left and sees a rat scuttling by until it stops and stares at him.)
Mack McKane: ‘ello youngblood...no need to fret, you’re welcome here little friend.
(The rat scuttles closer as Mack begins to muse to himself…)
Mack McKane: This is us, innit? The downtrodden, the abandoned, the wayfarin’ strangers...life’s been a little less than kind, eh? See little brother...me and you? We’re scavengers...we’re survivors. We do what we need to make it. See in a perfect world? This place would be a mansion...I’d have maids and servants saying “Yes sir” and I’d be dressed to the nines! Four course meals every night, someone to understand what the fuck goes on in my twisted little gob…
...and I’d have you a beautiful cage with tunnels leading you from extravagant cage to extravagant cage. You’d live like a king, my little friend! And together, we’d stand on top of the world. We the misunderstood...see people, they label you like they label me. Hideous...diseased...infested...we are the undesirables of this world. See we...we were supposed to have failed and died by now. Some great hawk should have scooped you up and carried you off and Malachi should have worn my entrails as a feathered boa but they didn’t and they can’t. WE...SURVIVE.
(Mack reaches down and massages his knee...he wasn’t going to be 100%...but he WAS going to be absolutely violent.)
Mack McKane: ...what else do I have to do? That deathmatch was our calling card, that was the changing of the guard. And yet the company in their infinite wisdom keeps pedaling Alexis Makarios’ FAILED championship reign...they keep pushing the names Russow and Lopez down our throats and don’t get me wrong, I LOVE the Russows. Even that bat-shit cunt Levi...quite a scrapper. But look...look what I don’t have...look where I AM. Scavenging for any scrap of food I can steal...sleeping in filth...I am what I was always born to be! And so I DID IT. I THRASHED Johnny Sins! I MAIMED Malachi! I have single handedly revived the viewership of your precious little company and YOU STILL...FUCK ME OVER.
...and so here we are…(Mack gets up and hobbles towards a broken window.)
Mack McKane: I ask for what is due to me...I ask for what, in my mind, I’VE...EARNED. And yet Star Stormz falls silent...the Lopez’s recognized my challenge and said “So he just thinks he deserves a title shot”?
...yes...yes I do.Mack McKane: Because who are you to tell me otherwise? Who are YOU...to stop ME? My blade is always thirsty, my hands are always itching, I am NOT...THAT HARD...TO FIND. You wanna know why I deserve a title shot, bruv? STAND in my way. FIND out for yourself. AND YET…
...TOMMY...FUCKING...MAGNUM.Mack McKane: See the Doctor told me “you can’t even train for a few weeks”...well I don’t have that luxury, do I? I’m fighting match to match, paycheck to paycheck!
(A glitched in clip of that bitch R. Kelly screaming “I’M FIGHTING FOR MY FUCKIN’ LIFE!” plays real quick as we cut back to Mack who is putting on his mask.)
Mack McKane: ...even with a bum leg, I’m the best you fuckin’ got. But that’s not what you wanna hear, innit? You wanna keep pushing me back into the lower card, back into your gutter! You want me to slum with the losers, the freaks LIKE that no-talent hack Johnny Sins...LIKE those lesbian whores...LIKE that Cock Humper or Doggy Style...Dick Sucker, I don’t know but TOMMY...MAGNUM!? You think SO LOW of me, you give me a man who hasn’t even had the balls to speak up for himself since he’s BEEN here!? THAT’S your marquee match!?
AND IT’S NOT EVEN THE FUCKIN’ MAIN EVENT!?Mack McKane: Right...let me explain to you how this is gonna go, savvy? Imma take Tommy Magnum...I’m gonna split his wickets...I’m gonna carve his bollocks...and then I’m gonna send him down to see Old Hob. You need a translation?
...I’m going to fuckin’ murder someone on live TV...he signed the waiver and it’s completely legal...and his blood is going to be on YOUR hands, Star...you WILL take me seriously or I will BLEED...YOUR FUCKING ROSTER...DRY.
SAVVY???Mack McKane: Now I’m tired...fucker off.
(Mack collapses back on the ruined couch as the camera fades to black with the sound of Charles Manson saying…)
“I’m your King of this whole planet…
I’m gonna rule this whole world.”