"I'm not here for your entertainment…
...you don't really wanna mess with me tonight."
So what do you do when you're the villain in EVERYBODY'S story?
...you either find religion...or you double down…
I went lookin' but God? He never picked up the phone…
"Jah...you never said a word, you never wrote me no letter...don't think I can forgive you."
...and turns out!!! HEAVEN doesn't HAVE a voicemail!!! Funny ol' world, innit!? So when I saw the monsters coming to shred me to ribbons, I made meself the villain in EVERYBODY'S story. Don't you fret your pretty silicone baps on it, Sugar Tits...it's what I had to do to survive.
See I may not have the…”media exposure” you’ve had in your quite illustrious career but I got one thing you couldn’t get with all the plastic surgery in the world. I got a natural chip on me fuckin’ shoulder and it makes me be...a bad, bad man...to pretty little girls like you who think they belong in MY world of ultraviolence.
...now as it were, this ain’t personal cupcake! You been a helluva champion in your own right. Damn impressive if I say so meself. But...Rome had to fall sometime. And it’s about your time, innit? I just want you to be able to hold your head high...what’s left of it...and know that you went to war with Ares himself.
...my hatred fuels me...my anguish compels me...and my bloodlust thrives me...I’M the new gold standard...I’M the new face of this company...and you?
...you’re just another whore...in my way.
-Somebody You Loved-
“It’s easy to say...but it’s never the same…
I guess I kinda liked the way you numbed all the pain.
And now the day bleeds...into nightfall..
And you’re not here...to get me through it all…
I let my guard down...and then you pulled the rug…
...I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved.”
(It’s raining. Of course it was. Funny ol’ world indeed but our Anti-hero Mack McKane is damn grateful for it...the torrential downpour and the blanket of night somehow wrapped him in a cold embrace. He wasn’t proud of what he was doing...he was never keen to show weakness even for a moment in time. He had to be top notch...24/7. He was the knife-slinging, blood drinking madman now wasn’t he? Surely he must have been that way his entire life...right?
...but who was this then?
We see Mack walking down the sidewalk with his mask on and his black trenchcoat buttoned up with the hood over his head as he slowly comes to a stop...and he turns walking up to a white picket fence. He quietly opens the gate and he walks up to the door and prepares to knock...but he stops himself. We see pain in his eyes as he slowly turns and walks away, before stopping and walking to the nearby window. And what he sees inside...breaks his heart.)
Mack McKane: …’ello Katiedid.
(We see a young girl who couldn’t be more than six or seven sitting at the dining room table coloring a picture before calling out to her mommy to come see. A visibly pregnant and beautiful woman walks in from the living room holding her stomach looking at the picture and hugging her daughter tight...Mack looks beyond the happy scene and sees an unkempt man reclined in his armchair chugging a beer bottle like it was the elixir of life. Once he finishes, he tosses it to the side and bellows to the woman to bring him another...she obliges and when she turns to walk away he smacks her viciously on the ass...Mack can’t help the snarl of rage that escapes his throat. The woman closes her eyes and forces a smile to the little girl. Mack inches closer and raises a hand to the window to caress the face of the little girl...when all of a sudden a massive pit bull pops up in the window barking loudly startling Mack as he jumps back…)
Mack McKane: FUUUUUCKIN’ HELL!!!
(Lightning crashes and we see the woman looking out the window as the night sky is illuminated...and he is spotted.
...she doesn’t scream…
...she doesn’t panic…
...she...smiles?
The woman turns back to her daughter and gives her another picture to color before bolting as fast as she can for the door as Mack is scrambling to escape...and he almost makes it. Until the door flies open.)
Katie: MACK!?!?
(He had to admit...it was good to hear his name come from her lips again. But it also made his blood run cold. Caught red handed...creeping...this is a felony in most states. But Mack turns around and is met with an almost tackling hug. He resists at first but slowly puts his arms around her.)
Mack McKane: ...hey Katiedid.
Katie: Wh-What are you doing here!? I thought I’d never see you again!
Mack McKane: I was...in the area...as it were.
Katie: ...you were in the area of a completely different state than the one you live in?
Mack McKane: Well...yeah...I mean I wander...a bit.
(Katie reaches up and pulls his mask off.)
Katie: You have to say hi to Ashley!
Mack McKane: NO! Katie...best to not put her through that kinda shock, innit?
Katie: Mack...she still asks about you.
Mack McKane: Tell her I’m dead...let me be a memory.
Katie: Mack-
Mack McKane: Please.
Katie: ...we miss you. Grant is…
Mack McKane: A drunken douchebag?
Katie: ...he means well. It’s the stress of his job.
Mack McKane: ...at least he doesn’t lose his temper...right?
Katie: No...not really…
Mack McKane: Then you’re better off with him, love.
Katie: Mack I...I never held that against you. It was one night, you weren’t you!
Mack McKane: That’s just it, innit? What if I were? I can’t…
(Mack shakes his head and clears his throat.)
Mack McKane: I just came to make sure you’re sorted…
Katie: We’re doing fine.
Mack McKane: Good...well I...I best be off then...take care, Katie.
(Kate lunges forward and kisses him one last time which makes him go absolutely stiff.)
Katie: ...so you can remember me by.
(Mack smirks and puts his mask back up as he looks at the doorway and sees little Ashley standing there staring at him...and it cripples him. Katie turns and walks back towards her scooping her up as Ashley keeps her gaze fixed on Mack before...she waves her little hand goodbye. Mack’s heart breaks as he raises his hand and waves goodbye back as they disappear inside. He turns his collar to the cold and damp and briskly takes his leave...the emotion swirling in the cockles of heart. A vicious glare replaces the stoicism his face usually expresses as he speaks aloud to himself.)
Mack McKane: You great and lousy fuckin’ git! What are you doing? That’s your WORLD...go back there, shank that tosser, and be the family man no one ever thought you could be!
(Mack stops in his tracks as if he’s contemplating it for a second before turning back to look at the house.)
Mack McKane: ...that life...it ain’t for me no more...there it goes...all of it. The one chance I had...and I pissed it away. And now...I get to watch some fuckin’ wanker take my life for granted…
(Mack cracks his neck and is absolutely seething at the thought now as he storms away violently stating…)
Mack McKane: ...best believe I’ll be taking THAT shit out on little Ms. Haze…
(He walks off into the distance as we change scenes.)
-Deep Six-
“You wanna know what Zeus said to Narcissus?
...you better watch yourself.”
(The scene opens to show Jack Russow and Mack McKane standing around a large computer screen as certain…”sounds”...are echoing through the room. Mack’s face is of utter disgust...Jack is slightly quizzical turning his head to the side.)
Mack McKane: ...why...are we watching this filth?
Jack Russow: I just figured like...iunno...homework?
Mack McKane: JACK THIS ISN’T THE KINDA BLOODY STABBIN’ THE BITCH IMMA BE DOING!!!
Jack Russow: Good God...I mean...at least you know she’s flexible! And can...y’know...take a pounding…
Mack McKane: Yes she’s a real leatherneck int she? But can we turn this off now!?
Jack Russow: SUN TZU SAID “IF YOU KNOW THE ENEMY, AND KNOW YOURSELF, YOU NEED NOT FEAR THE RESULTS OF A HUNDRED BATTLES!!!”
Mack McKane: WE’RE STILL TWO BLOKES ALONE IN THE DARK WATCHIN’ PORN TOGETHER, YOU NUMPTY!!!
Jack Russow: ….
Mack McKane: …..
Jack Russow: ….Oh God we broke Man Law #2!!!
(Jack dives for the light switch as Mack picks up the monitor and fastballs it at the wall shattering it into a million pieces.)
Jack Russow: DUDE!
Mack McKane: LEAVE NO EVIDENCE!!!
Jack Russow: ...smart. Okay...I’M gonna go hug Alanah tight and never let her go because I feel like I need a shower.
Mack McKane: Right. I’m gonna stay here and stew in my own self-loathing and rage.
Jack Russow: Sounds good. Ready? BREAK!!!
(Jack exits...leaving Mack alone with his thoughts...and that is NEVER a good thing. He calmly walks over and lays on the couch staring up into the gently humming lights pondering the circle of completion. Here were these magical tubes illuminating the darkness...a beacon of hope for all who behold them.
...and he pervades them by using them as instruments of destruction.
But that was really neither here nor there...his mind was...elsewhere. He hears them...the memories in his head…)
Katie: ...so you can remember me by.
Mattie: You are living, breathing, walking art!!!
Syn: ...come home, boy...you know you don’t belong…
Jack: ...well that’s too fuckin’ bad for you, “innit”...’cause you’re stuck with me!
Star: If you don’t take this it could be a long...LONG time...my main event calendar is BOOKED...
Mack’s Father: You look just like her...I’LL FIX THAT GODDAMMIT!!!
(Mack snaps his eyes back open as he feels...a flicker. A tiny ember of distraught chaos flickering in the pit of his stomach...and it grows...ever so slightly into a singular flame of rage and degradation...before he realizes what’s going on...his entire body is an inferno of spite, hatred, and feral bloodlust as he throws himself off the couch and to a mirror...he sees the dark circles grow under his eyes as he pulls at his parted hair on his half-shaven head. He doesn’t like what he sees...how could he!? He was born of this poisoned society and he never asked for this but YOU!!! Mack flings himself around, throws open the door and grabs the nearest stagehand with a camera viciously throwing them into the room as he begins to pace and the camera begins to roll.)
Mack McKane: Y’know all things considered, I’d like to think I’ve been a...PRETTY nice guy. Now now before you pull away!!! I know...I know I may have been a little…”rough”...with Tommy Magnum. I know I didn’t exactly play “nice” with the young lad. But you see...a message had to be sent. A message, mind you, I had successfully sent PREVIOUSLY when Malachi and I made this company relevant again with our bloodbath. Highest rating you’ve ever had that didn’t involve a Russow, innit? We got RAVE reviews! They threw roses at our boots! We were touted as the next big things...in PWS!!!
...and Star Stormz...said...no.
Mack McKane: See I...I don’t just go around bloodlettin’ for me health now do I? It’s not like...I just take Marcy here…
(Mack produces his butterfly knife and starts to flip it around maliciously.)
Mack McKane: It’s not like I take my best girl out for just ANY occasion, do I!? It’s not like I’ve been driven to the point that I can’t just put her BACK to sleep unfed...THAT shit’s just impolite, innit!!! It’s not like I just…
(Mack runs his own blade across his forehead!!! A steady mask of blood comes pouring forth.)
Mack McKane: It’s not like I just bleed for the fun of it, do I!? DO YA FUCKIN’ GET THE PICTURE YET, STORMZ!? There is NOTHING...that I won’t do to YOU or your cavalcade of impudent WHORES...that I won’t do to MESELF!!! So you can flex yer pantsuit all you want, you can throw around your “Owner” status all you want but you listen and you listen good Cuntcake.
...you WILL...suffer me.
Mack McKane: See...I don’t give a FUCK if your main event calender is full….I don’t give a FUCK what your beloved “title picture” LOOKS like right now. There’s two things...I’m gonna get and you WILL give them to me, like it or not. If not you...I’ll bleed that rancid prick Shane for it if he ever has the bollocks to show his face around here again. Oh that’s right...he’s busy...dining with your precious “champion” innit? I see how things work around here...your best, your hottest new talent...I SLEEP IN AN ABANDONED WAREHOUSE while you? You piss away money you earned off of MY PAIN in some bourgeoise penthouse somewhere. See...MARCY says that we’re sick of being a doormat. So ‘eres what’s gonna happen.
...I’m gonna eviscerate your precious double penetration lovin’ “champion” on live TV...and you’re gonna thank me for it.Mack McKane: How you gonna thank me? First off. We’re renegotiating this BULLSHIT contract you ever-so-lovingly offered me as a “take it or leave it”...funny how often you say that, innit? As if now that you’ve seen what I can do...now that you’ve HEARD that reaction...now that I’ve MADE YOUR COMPANY RELEVANT AGAIN...you could pull this shit off without me. So! New contract. Step one.
(Mack starts laughing at the thought before holding up two fingers.)
Mack McKane: Step TWO...I’m gonna take this Collateral Damage championship and I’m gonna use it as a bargaining chip. A very literal “golden ticket” if you will. That means I’ll gladly hand this back to you...and I will start with nothing...but once I do, after O’Neil is done...after Lopez and Russow are done...after whatever fucking fossil you can think to dig up out of your decrepit vagina is DONE. There is only...ME. Of course you could always say no…
...see what happens THEN…
(Mack cracks his neck still pacing the floor like a caged lion, still limping a bit...not fully healed from his knee surgery..but ever dangerous.)
Mack McKane: So putting that tramp aside for a second...I feel so rude!!! Why...I haven’t even properly introduced myself to the little strumpet! Hi Heather...if that is your real name and not...y’know...like an “acting” name. Seen your acting by the way, LOVED it, two enthusiastic STD tests up! I’m Mack...pleasure...granted I’ve seen...WAY more sides of you than you have of me...guilty...guess I’m a bit bashful as it were, eh!? Heather...may I call you Heather? Heather…
...I...am going...to *HARM*...you.
Mack McKane: Now see...when I SAY “harm” I want you to understand the full meaning. HARM...means that I’m going to cut every cell of skin from your muscular tissue...and from there? I’m going to play a game of operation. Tell me what ails you, my child...water on the knee? DONE! Can’t retain fluid if you don’t have a kneecap! Butterflies in your tummy? DONE! I’ll fill it full of cement so you can keep them as a keepsake in the afterlife. Or MAYBE...maybe I don’t play Operation with you, maybe...your snark and your rebellious quips at me...maybe I’ll just have FUN, shall I? Maybe we’ll have some FUN. I ADORE fun, don’t YOU like fun!? See...fun to ME...is sticking toothpicks...under each of your fingernails...and stomping them in as hard as I can. FUN to ME...is forcing your eyes open...and allowing a deer tick to crawl on your exposed eyeballs. FUN TO ME...IS TURNING YOUR GAPING PUSSY...INTO A LIVING, BREATHING FIRE ANT FARM!!!
(Mack claps his hands happily as we hear a collective “EWWW” from the fans out in the arena.)
Mack McKane: Heather I...I want you to know. That THIS? This isn’t personal...this is just a slut in the wrong place...at the wrong time...with the wrong axe murderer. THIS...is just the defining moment of your time in PWS APEX. See...I’M going to make you famous. Because they’ll be playing the highlight reel of everything sick and sinister I’ve done to you on every Top 10 chart they ever play in existence. YOU...are gonna be the number ONE trending video on YouTube! CONGRATULATIONS!!! You just graduated from Pornhub! Though...Pornhub may air it too...probably with some sort of title like…
“Extreme BDSM: Heather Haze’s ass takes a brutal pounding like never before!!!”
Mack McKane: So eat hearty...sleep well...cuddle your family and the random vagabond you took in off the street for a quickie closely. Then...before our match...do us a favor, love? Go to a salon...and get your arsehole bleached one more time…
...I want it looking pristine when I mount it on my wall.
(Mack winks and blows a kiss to the camera as he turns and saunters out of the room.)