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“Sorrow...sank deep inside my blood…
All the ones around me…
I cared for...and most of all I loved…
BUT I CAN’T SEE MYSELF THAT WAY!
Please don’t forget me…”
...or cry...while I’m...away…
(The scene opens to show Slappy leading Mack McKane off the rooftop with Levi and Emma following closely as Mack casts his eyes to the evening sky…)
Mack McKane: ...s’better this way.
Slappy McGoo: Wha-
(Before Slappy can respond, Mackk stomps on his foot and runs full sprint for the edge of the building preparing to leap...but thankfully, he’s speared the last second by Levi.)
Levi Russow: MACK. I’VE BEEN HERE. I KNOW WHAT YOU’RE FEELING-
Mack McKane: YOU KNOW FUCK ALL, GEROFFA ME!!!
Levi Russow: WHAT ABOUT JACK? WHAT ABOUT ALANAH? WHAT ABOUT MATTIE!? YOU *JUST* SAID YOU LOVED HER!!!
Mack McKane: S’WHY SHE’S BETTER OFF!!!
Levi Russow: ...I’m sorry, kid...
(Levi grabs the bottle and cracks him across the head with it knocking him unconscious.)
-Ghost-
“Take the blade away from me!
I am a freak!
I am afraid that all the blood escaping me…
Won’t end the pain, and I’ll be haunting
All the lives that cared for me…
I died to be the white ghost of
The man that I was supposed to be, yeah…”
Fuckin’...OWW…
Who clobbered me with a brick!? Wait...hang on a tick...what’s THIS now?
...I can’t move me arms...I can feel ‘em, they’re still there but I can’t feel me arms! Wait…
...ugh...bollocks.“Good mornin’ Mack”(Without looking up or opening his eyes still just letting his head drape down he slurred his words from the blow to the head but can still clearly enough proclaim…)
Mack McKane: ...you...your clown shoes...you’re two-toned haircut...your “legacy”...your “championships”...your last name...and the horse you rode in on.
(We see Mack wince as he strains to open his eyes as he’s in a dark, empty cobblestone room with the exception of a couple carpenter’s lights illuminating just enough of a workbench and the surrounding areas.)
Mack McKane: LOVE what you’ve done with the place. So where is it then? Hmm? I’m s’pposed to be in Japan...where’ve you lot jet set me off to THIS time.
(Into the frame enters the ragged features of the once Iceman Levi Russow. He shuffles through papers on the table and pins some to a cork board hanging on the wall. He sighs deeply.)
Mack McKane: Been watchin’ the telly, ‘ave we? Lil’ Law & Order...d’yknow Ice-T still baffles me to this day. “Cop Killa”. Listen...bruv...I don’t know what kinda Nancy Drew fuckin’ Dr. Phil shit you got planned but I’ll start with the sharin’...
BLOW IT OUT YOUR FOOKIN’ ARSE!!!(Levi has been completely ignoring Mack until he reaches up and snaps his fingers and the lights kick out...and an 8mm camera roll begins to play on the wall. Scenes of BRUTAL fistfights between a teenage boy and a full grown scarred man. Mack watches in amusement as he sees the boy get knocked out cold and pulled into the pile of trash bags)
Mack McKane: OOH I LOVE THIS ONE!!! Fight Club 2 had a bit of grit to it, innit!
(Levi clicks the button again...we see the same teenage kid sleeping under an awning but in his arms is cuddled a younger looking kid. The older boy sneaks up not to disturb the younger boy as he walks back over to those same trashbags and pulls a few over on top of them to use for some semblance of warmth. Mack doesn’t seem to have much to say about this one…)
*click*
(We fast forward to early footage of Levi Russow getting absolutely brutalized in a wrestling ring. Then a fast forward to him winning his first match...then watching him hold the keys to his first apartment where the younger boy joins him looking up to him like he’s a hero...until another little boy walks into the scene and the older Levi puts his arm around him too.)
Mack McKane: Well in that touchin’...how’d they get all this footage just at the RIGHT time though?
*click*
(Levi finally turns with a concerned look on his face as he drags a chair in front of Mack and straddles it.)
Levi Russow: That was, of course, a dramatization. But you asked me when we first met...who the real me was. That’s it, “innit”?
Mack McKane: Real Lifetime stuff we got goin’ ‘ere innit! Tell me the one ‘bout the crossword puzzle lady what solves mysteries!
(Levi smiles...he wasn’t there to argue with Mack.)
Mack McKane: I think I’ve done more than enough to prove I’m not out to gut ya, what’s with the Johnnies?
Levi Russow: It’s the only way I could think of to make you sit...and listen.
Mack McKane: Well fuck’s sake, let’s crack on then!
Levi Russow: ...Mack...there’s a reason I showed you that barebones background... Me...Jesse...Dan...we’d made it out. Free of that bastard orphanage just like I promised them. I promised...my brothers...my FAMILY...I’d do whatever it took to save them when the time came.
Mack McKane: So what happened then to put such sticks up yer arses?
Levi Russow: ...we were separated anyway. You can fight the streets but you can’t fight the Offices of Child Services. I wasn’t old enough to become the caretaker...so they took my brothers...and again, I was alone.
(Levi gets an almost angered look on his face as he leans towards Mack.)
Levi Russow: So the next time...you “fink”...’em Russows is just anotha game, innit. You better take one long...hard look. Because we FOUND each other again. We REBUILT. But while they were gone...something...more magical than beyond my wildest dreams happened.
Mack McKane: Oh yeah? Whassat then?
Levi Russow: ...I took a swan dive off the Brooklyn Bridge.
Mack McKane: ...then...how…
Levi Russow: I got tangled in one of the cables and it slowed my descent...like something in the universe said “I’m not done with you yet”
Mack McKane: Oh FUUUUUCKIN’ HELL NOT ONE O’ THESE!!!
Levi Russow: When I washed up I got discovered by...man...I don’t believe in God...but I believed in angels that day. And she patched me up...turned out we had a lot in common.
Mack McKane: And now you’re livin’ happily ever after, innit? La-dee-da...this ain’t How I Met Your Mother.
Levi Russow: ...not YOUR mother.
(Levi reaches over his head and clicks one more time and we see a family portrait of Levi standing next to his late first wife Elise Stone holding her stomach...quite pregnant.)
Mack McKane: ...she was a looker, I give yas that.
Levi Russow: ...I’m certain Jack told you she died giving birth to him…
Mack McKane: Yeah...my condolences but boss...what’s this got to do with me?
*Click*
(We see pictures of a young Levi holding a screaming baby followed by a montage of young Jack growing up in the backstage areas and locker rooms, everyone from Eddie Lopez to Steven Xavior to Duke Russell teaching him how to hulk up. Mack gets a warm look on his face.)
Mack McKane: Helluva ride he’s had, innit...still not sure what this has to do with me.
*Click*
(We see a montage start playing of a now older Jack play fighting around and taking pictures with a rugged kid from Camden Town as it ends on a picture of Jack and Mack standing with their arms across each others shoulders with Alanah posing in between them.)
Levi Russow: ...that’s...what this has to do with you. Jack never...showed any interest in having any REAL friends. Sure he’d play with Gracie and the other kids...him and Bella were damn near inseparable. But he never really...CONNECTED to anyone.
...anyone...until
you.Mack McKane: What can I say, I’m a peach. We done here?
Levi Russow: ...far...far from it.
Mack McKane: I...was feckin’ afraid you was gonna say that.
Levi Russow: Part of me wanted to know about you out of sheer fascination and trying to bond with those my son hold dearest! But then…
...then I thought back to our first meeting…Mack McKane: *singing* Watercolor meeeemorieeeees of the waaaay we weeeere…
Levi Russow: ...nobody. In my 20 plus years in this sport. NOBODY has both gotten the drop on and handed me my ass so thoroughly. So the other side of me...needed to know just who in the Hell you were. I have general background but I wanted to talk to you…
...because I learned...EVERYTHING...when Syn had me prisoner in the Carnival? He does so love tell his stories. Mack I know...and I want you to know you don’t have to process that alone. I was there too. I endured...the worst torments I’ve ever felt.
(It actually looks like tears start to well up in Mack’s eyes as he snarls at Levi.)
Mack McKane: You know...FUCK ALL...ABOUT ME. LET ME THE FUCK OUTTA THIS CHAIR!!!
Levi Russow: KEN. MCKANE.
Mack McKane: Don’t you FUCKIN’ SAY THAT NAME!!! YOU LEAVE HIM OUTTA THIS!!!
Levi Russow: Mack don’t you even want DETAILS! Do you even know how long of a sentence your brother HAS!?
Mack McKane: He WON’T tell me but it DOESN’T FUCKIN’ MATTER!!! I’m gonna take this fuckin’ companies titles hostage until they pay me WELL ENOUGH and then I’m getting him the FUCK outta there! And I’ll gut ANYONE who stands in my way!!!
Levi Russow: MACK YOUR BROTHER-
Mack McKane: I KNOW WHAT THEY SAID HE DID...BUT IT WAS SELF-DEFENSE!!! IT WAS ALWAYS SELF-DEFENSE YOU FUCKING ARSEHOLES!!! KENNY AIN’T A MURDERER!!!
Levi Russow: YOU’RE RIGHT!!!
(That seems to his Mack like a ton of bricks as he suddenly calms down…)
Mack McKane: ...wh-...what are you talking about? What are you saying?
Levi Russow: ...your brother was only charged with aggravated assault and ATTEMPTED manslaughter...Mack...it’s been over two years...your brother is getting out next month!
Mack McKane: ...no...no I-I don’t believe you!!!
(Levi flutters to the table and comes back with a folder and shows it all to Mack.)
Levi Russow: You didn’t NEED to hire “decent” lawyers...you are like a brother to Jack. And that’s invaluable to me so *I* looked into it, we’re getting him out next week.
(And for maybe the first time ever...tears freely flowed from the face of Mack McKane as Levi releases the restraints on Mack’s arms as Mack suddenly VIOLENTLY headbutts Levi in the nose as Slappy comes running in but Levi waves him off.)
Levi Russow: NOPE! No no...IIIIIII had that one comin’...
(Mack picks Levi up and gives him an uncomfortable hug before a look of fear flashes across his face…)
Mack McKane: ...oh my God. He's alive.
(Mack starts pacing back and forth pulling at his hair and stammering a mile a minute as Levi asks him what’s wrong, Mack stammers…)
Mack McKane: Mattie...M-Mattie, Jack, Alanah...where are they? Where the FUCK are they!?
Levi Russow: They’re at the arena? I was told everything was being taken care of by the new shareholder.
Mack McKane: ...new shareholder?
Levi Russow: Yeah! Some dude named...Ev...Evan? Everest? Ev...Ev…
Mack McKane: ...Everett?
Levi Russow: THAT’S THE ONE!
(Mack grabs Levi by the collar of his shirt)
Mack McKane: You have to get me to the arena...NOW.
(They tear off out the door as the scene changes)
-Wait For Me-
“How to get to Hadestown…
Ya have to take the long way down.”
WAIT FOR ME...I’M COMIN’...
WAIT I’M COMIN’ WITH YOU!
WAIT FOR ME...I’M COMIN’ TOO!
I’M COMIN’ TOO!”
(A limo comes barreling in screeching to a halt just in time before hitting innocent bystanders. The driver gets out and starts to slowly make his way back to the back door to let the contained parties out but before he can the door suddenly goes FLYING off its hinges as a crazed looking Mack McKane comes flying out the door bolting down the hallway…)
Mack McKane: MATTIE!? MATTIE!!!
(Levi and Slappy bail out and start jogging to keep up with the frantic Collateral Damage champion kicking open doors and screaming for his friends by name with no luck finding any of them as Daniel Clark comes running up with a microphone and a cameraman. He turns to follow Mack around a corner and comes face to face with Levi who...quite frankly made him literally piss his pants last time they met, flanked by a giant. As he squeals like a little girl Mack suddenly snaps back to attention and bum rushes him pinning him against the wall.)
Mack McKane: Mattie Cormier, Alanah O’Connell, or Jack Russow. TELL ME WHERE THEY ARE!?
Daniel Clark: I-I-I-I don’t know! M-Maybe they’re getting ready to surprise you and enter your open challenge for the Collateral Damage title!
Mack McKane: ...are you FUCKING. DENSE!?
(Mack throws him out of the way and tears off down another hallway as Daniel Clark, breathing heavily, catches up to him as Mack stands in the interview position looking around pulling at his hair frantically.)
Daniel Clark: Mah...Mack...I gotta...I GOTTA…
Mack McKane: Spit it out, leisure suit I ain’t got all fookin’ day!
Daniel Clark: Open Challenge...talk about...who you expect...with the thing…
(Daniel Clark seemingly passes out as Mack looks at Levi who shakes his head and somberly notes)
Levi Russow: Slap will keep the camera rolling but you ARE contractually obligated to talk about your own open challenge.
Mack McKane: *screaming like a bobcat* FUCKIN’ FIVE LAYERS OF FUCKIN’ HELL, FINE!!! Slap, hit the camera!
(The camera begins rolling and Slappy starts playing director but it doesn’t matter as Mack is pacing back and forth like a psychotic wildebeest.)
Mack McKane: You wanna hear my thoughts, you wanna hear what I have to say, you wanna KNOW...what I KNOW. “Mack, why’d you make this open challenge. Don’t you value the Collateral Damage title!?” Yeah...yeah I fuckin’ DO...that’s why I MADE this challenge! IN that locker room, ON Twitter, I even sent POSTCARDS sayin “Bring your best bloodsport!” I called out every axe grinder! Every chainsaw revver! Every hack slinging slasher I could find to the very END...of the EARTH...and NONE of you pussies prevailed! Not ONE so far! What have you given me!? You’ve given me a man whose name ROUGHLY translates to Cock Bucker and you’ve given me that oversexed homewrecker, Heather Haze! GUESS WHO I’M FOCUSED ON!? Look Haze...sweetie...I get it. You had the shiny title and you were Queen Bitch of Fuck Mountain until someone FINALLY came along...and Goddamn near crippled you. Now...ya seem like a sweet enough girl, really, you’re aces. But see I’M more into a sort of artsy girl next door that HASN’T fired billiard balls out of her vagina for Pornhub and I would LOVE to stand here and piss all the time in the world away on your carefully bleached arsehole but there’s been a BIT of an emergency and I’ll THANK you to fuck off!
(Mack turns and continues bolting down the hallways screaming Mattie’s name as the scene changes to a closed locker room as the door opens and we see Jack Russow and Alanah O’Connell come walking out discussing strategies as from around the corner...slinks Everett Jacobs. He gently knocks on the door...there’s no answer, so he slowly slides the door open and sees Mattie Cormier with her back turned to him, headphones on, singing along as she’s working on new attire for her friends. Everett straightens his tie and enters the room...locking the door behind him. Mattie feels someone’s presence so she somberly states…)
Mattie Cormier: I hope Jack likes these tights, I’m trying...really I am. But I’m just...blegh.
(Everett creeps over and slides the headphones off her head as she jumps out of her seat.)
Mattie Cormier: EVERETT!!! What the fuck are you doing here!?
Everett Jacobs: Matilda, my pet...this foolishness has gone on QUITE long enough...I think you and I...need to have a talk.
Mattie Cormier: You are NOT allowed to be in here! NO ONE gave you permission!
Everett Jacobs: Well see kitten...money talks. Now…
(Everett corners her and strokes a strand of her hair.)
Everett Jacobs: ...about us.
-Meanwhile-
(Mack is still booking up and down the hallways screaming Mattie’s name as he passes one opening he hears a familiar voice call…)
Alanah O’Connell: MACK?
(Mack powerslides to a stop and almost fishtails turning the corner running madly as he can up to Alanah and Jack.)
Jack Russow: Mack where have you BEEN!?
Mack McKane: There’s no time, where’s Mattie!?
Alanah O’Connell: Why do you care? You’ve done nothing but ignore that poor girl ever since-
Mack McKane: ‘LANAH. SORRY LATER, MATTIE NOW.
Jack Russow: She’s back in the locker room, what’s going o-
(Mack doesn’t even wait he takes off like a shot towards the locker room as Jack and Alanah see Levi and Slappy jogging to catch up so they take off back to the locker room WITH them. When Mack gets to the door he tries to burst through…)
-On The Other Side Of The Door-
Mattie Cormier: EVERETT GET OFF!!! I SAID NO! NO! EVERETT STOP!!! PLEASE!!!
(Everett Jacobs is trying to contain a thrashing Mattie who is viciously clawing at his face as they both hear the first big booming crash against the door.)
Mattie Cormier: HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME!!!
(There’s a second booming crash against the door)
-In The Hallway-
(Mack McKane is lawn darting himself as hard as he can against the door but even though it’s denting slightly, it’s not budging.)
Mack McKane: MATTIE I’M COMING!!!
(Mack slams himself into the door again grabbing at his arm but snarling in defiance…)
Jack Russow: ...oh my God...I just realized!
Mack McKane: HE’S IN THERE WITH HER!!! MOVE, I’M GOIN’ AGAIN!!!
Levi Russow: I don’t get it, what’s going on?
Alanah O’Connell: *a bit hysterically* EVERETT! Everett’s dad bought him a role in the company and he’s here for Mattie and she...she’s in there...ALONE...WITH HIM!
(The look of realization flashes across Levi and Slappy’s faces as Levi puts an arm in front of Mack.)
Levi Russow: SLAP! GO!
(The giant tank of a man, Slappy McGoo, backs up...and with one fluid motion not only tears the door down but a few of the bricks holding it in place as it crashes to the floor as Everett turns around in fear as Slappy stands tall snarling at him.)
Everett Jacobs: N-Now now...y-you can’t touch me! M-My father will have your jobs!
Levi Russow: Slap...two steps.
(The normally jovial giant gets an evil smirk across his face as he slides two steps outta the way and the only person Everett can see now…
...is the knife fluttering Mack McKane…Mack flips his knife closed...and calmly hands it to Jack...as he slowly sheds his duster and hands it to Levi cracking his neck. He doesn’t outright charge...instead he saunters...taking his time.)
Mack McKane: ...I warned you. I FUCKIN’...warned you. Money, daddy, contracts...they mean exactly...DICK...to me. And so now...NOW I’m gonna take your pretty little face…
...and I’m gonna wear it to the ring tonight…(Mack LUNGES at Everett who weasels out of the way and bolts towards the door but he’s suddenly POUNCED through the air and slammed into the wall, with a look of absolute fear on his face he tries to scream as a very...very...VERY large hand throttles his throat and lifts him into the air as his little legs kick all around.)
Everett Jacobs: UN-...UNHAND ME!!! I’LL HAVE YOU FIRED!
Levi Russow: *whispering* Psssssst…
Everett Jacobs: WHAT!?
Levi Russow: ...TECHNICALLY...Slappy doesn’t work for PWS…
(Everyone shares a chuckle except Mattie and Mack as Everett starts crying.)
Everett Jacobs: No please! P-please! Don’t hurt me! I...I can give you anything! You want money!? Girls!? Ca-RRRRRRRR
(And THAT kids...is the sound you make when a giant squeezes your trachea mid sentence! Slappy leans forward absolutely snarling in Everett’s face.)
Slappy McGoo: ...you done disrespected a lady…
Everett Jacobs: NGGGG-
Slappy McGoo: ...and yous ain’t have permission to be in her private quarters..
(Everett is turning BRIGHT purple now as Slappy snarls.)
Slappy McGoo: Imma set’cha down now...and two things are gonna happen...one. Yer gonna apologize to th’lady.
(True to his word, Slappy lowers Everett who looks at Mattie with tears in his eyes.)
Everett Jacobs: I’m sorry! I’m so, so sorry!
Slappy McGoo: An’ number two? Yer gonna leave this here locker room...and ya ain’ta gonna pull a stunt like this again!
(Slappy leans in and Everett turns his head sobbing...the way the camera is shooting it it’s much like the Xenomorph from Aliens sticking it’s smaller alien tongue out at a crying Ripley.)
Slappy McGoo: ‘Cause I ain’t never far away...an’ you don’t want this talk again.
(Slappy adjusts Everett’s lapels as Everett is still quivering as Levi “psst”s him again.)
Levi Russow: This is the part...where you run away.
(You don’t need to tell the boy twice as Everett shrieks like a schoolgirl and bolts like a coward from the room as everyone’s attention turns back to Mack who’s kneeling in the corner looking at his Collateral Damage championship as a winded Daniel Clark and his cameraman fall into the room.)
Daniel Clark: Mack pl-...please...
Mack McKane: ...were you even worth it? All you done...is make me a target. But I felt the power...I felt it rise up in me when I slung you over my shoulder and I let that bottle of tequila fly and I THREW OUT A CHALLENGE!!! I threw out a challenge for anyone and everyone...any company...any gender...any sexual orientation, I didn’t give a fuck! It didn’t fuckin’ matter to me one FOOKIN’ moment did it? Naw, and then...then then then all your precious little “dirties”, your keyboard warriors who think...they KNOW...what goes on in a wrestling ring when they haven’t left their fuckin’ mum’s basement. They tell you...they tell the WORLD that it was a desperate “cry for attention”...and that I was “sealing my fate and signing my death warrant” yeh?
COME BE MY FOOKIN’ EXECUTIONER THEN!!!
Mack McKane: See I don’t want this title anymore...I want the big one. I want the shiniest one. I want the one...that people like ME...AREN’T supposed to have! Turn the camera around...turn it around!
(The camera turns around to show Jack, Alanah, Levi, Slappy, and a concerned Mattie standing there as Mack kinda weirdly swaggers into the scene and saunters right up to Levi putting his arm on his shoulder.)
Mack McKane: HEY!...hey...Mr. Iceman SIR! You wanna tell ‘em? Hmm? You wanna tell ‘em how you tied me to a chair! And you interrogated me! And you just TURNED MY FUCKING WORLD UPSIDE DOWN!? Hey...HEY!...weren’t YOU the outcast when you got here too? Weren’t YOU just a STREET RAT...like ME! Are you entering the Open Challenge? Hmm? Am I supposed to be your “protege” now? Am I supposed to give you a big THANK YOU for stirring up the BULLSHIT that is my LIFE!? No...no no no it’s not you...it’s not you, YOU’VE been there before! Well what about YOU, big man!? The panzer tank with a heart o’ gold, innit? You never tasted a title run...hmm? You want it? Here?
(Mack hands the title to Slappy who looks sadly at him as they all realize he might be cracking under the pressure. Jack takes a step up)
Jack Russow: Mack, c’mon man...let’s get you som-
Mack McKane: oy-OY! Whatta we got ‘ere!?
(Mack throws his arm around Jack and pulls him close holding the Collateral Damage championship over Jack’s shoulder.)
Mack McKane: Now THIS...THIS is what you wanna see, innit!? THIS is ya new poster boy and WHY WOULDN’T HE BE! The lad has the PEDIGREE...he has the LOOKS...he has the TALENT...AND HE’S A BLEEDIN’ RUSSOW! It’s a match in HEAVEN! And look-it over ‘ere! His lady fair! Sweet Alanah! Your REIGNING United Champion! SHE’S the perfect face for yer programs too! She’s an O’Connell! And trust me...I know first hand from her bruv...they’re double tough they are! So what ‘bout THEM? HMM? Why don’t you take ALL the O’Connells...ALL the Russows...ALL the Madisons...and you make THEM your “Next Generation” while ME...me...well I can have the bloody title can’t I? I like to up the intensity level a bit! I can take a stab, or a whack, or a shot! Oi! HE walks around all dark twirlin’ a knife! Make HIM the face of the degenerates! WELL FUCK YOU!
(Mack paces back and forth slinging the title around muttering to himself.)
Mack McKane: So I’ll tell yas what I did. I TOOK this title...I TOOK...your LOWEST TITLE. The title you fookin’ snobs look down ya noses at. The title that makes your investors “just a widdle qweasy!” and I made it...THE title. I made it the title that each and e very one of your viewers tuned in to SEE. Because when you put this title on me...you were promised ultraviolence...and when you put a defense on TV...the rabid animals flock to the Colosseum to see the GLADIATORS...SEVER each others limbs asunder! And why not? Look at the FOOKIN’ world we live in nowadays! Ain’t no common decency...ain’t no manners...ain’t no regard for each other or respect for each others well bein’ and I musta never had none o’ that anyway right so FUCK IT! GIVE the Knife the belt...let him MAKE the company! Keep him in the dark. Nah, bruv...the people have spoken. The ratings have spoken. I’m not Mack “The Knife” anymore...I’m Mack “The Main Event” now. So ‘eres what we’re gonna do, Stormz. Makarios has been duckin’ me for MONTHS and NOW...NOW she’s hit the biggest wall of her title reign. And that’s fine. Fuck her. Let the bitch lose it all, let her trip at the starting line, LET HER KEEP IGNORIN’ ME. Because she ain’t walkin’ out with that title.
(Mack stops and snarls at the Collateral Damage championship before glaring into the camera.)
Mack McKane: ...I hope she does though. See I don’t give a fat fiddler’s FUCK who walks out with that title. I said it once...you ignored it. But I’M your moneymaker now! I’M YOUR BLEEDIN’ WORKHORSE!!! After tonight...whether it stays with me or it doesn’t...and let’s be honest, it’s gonna. I’m gonna take this title...and I’m gonna do THIS…
(Mack suddenly fastballs the Collateral Damage championship at the wall and swaggers around pulling at his hair again.)
Mack McKane: Because AFTER TONIGHT...whether I LOSE...or I WIN...I...AIN’T...your Collateral Damage champion no more! Because the numbers...and the results...and the TRAIL OF BROKEN, BLOODIED BODIES I’VE LEFT IN MY WAKE…
...make ME...your Number One Contender.Mack McKane: So I’m gonna gear up...and I’m gonna walk out there...and I’m gonna see who has the STONES to get wicked with it. And may the best killer win! Now...if you’re done FOOKIN’ wastin’ my time with this BULLSHIT title nonsense...I’ve got something ten thousand times more important that brought me here.
(Mack leans over mustering the courage as he flips his head back so his hair falls into place and he slowly turns...and locks eyes with Mattie. Mattie hasn’t smiled once since her would be attack..Mack gently walks over and reaches down...taking her hands and lifting them to his mouth to kiss her knuckles.)
Mack McKane: I got nothin’...I’m from nowhere...an’ I don’t deserve an angel like you.
...and you scare...the living soul outta me…(Jack puts his arm around Alanah as Mattie looks at him confused.)
Mack McKane: I’m scared I’m gonna fuck it up. I’m scared of what people will say about you if we’re together. I’m scared I can’t...MAKE a normal life for us...I’m moody...Impetuous...and mental. And if I were a “good guy”...I should have stayed away from you and let you live in peace.
(Mattie drops her head sadly...until Mack lifts it back up with a finger under her chin.)
Mack McKane: ...but I ain’t no good guy...They’ll say you’re slumming it...they’ll say I’ve gone soft...fuck ‘em all…
...because I’m...in love...with YOU.“ALL I’VE EVER KNOWN IS HOW TO HOLD MY OWN…
AND NOW I WANT TO HOLD YOU.”
(Mattie absolutely beams as Mack leans in to an impassioned kiss as Levi punches Slappy’s arm as he wipes a tear from his eye and we see a beaming Jack Russow holding a hand over a shaking Alanah O’Connell’s mouth but it’s not stopping a weird squealing sound from escaping. Levi notices the cameraman still there as the awkwardness sets in...Alanah is fully celebrating, Mack and Mattie are still kissing...and Levi gives one more “psssst”)
Levi Russow: ...this is the part where you fuck off now!
(And on that cue...we fade to black.)