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Post by Laura Phoenix - HBIC on Feb 3, 2020 21:50:53 GMT -5
PWS: APEX Presents Tuesday Night Riot Tuesday, February 11, 2020
United Center, Chicago, IL
Main Event Handicap Match Mack McKane vs. The Entire PWS: Apex Developmental Roster On the orders of Star Stormz, due to McKane’s actions of stealing the bounty, he has been ordered to face the entire Developmental Roster. If he loses, he loses his title match shot at Demons Run
RP Deadline Sunday, February 9th, 2020 11:59PM
Minimum 300 Maximum 3000
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Post by Mack "The Knife" McKane on Feb 6, 2020 1:33:49 GMT -5
*sigh* FINE! Another Disclaimer: The promo portion of this roleplay contains subject material that may anger or agitate certain readers as it pertains to the sensitive subject of religion. The views expressed are...not real. NONE of this is real. It’s not PWS: Apex affiliated though...just my characters. So...reader discretion is advised.
“...Nobody wins when everyone’s losin’...”
(Mack grabs her face and pushes her against the wall that he viciously punches a hole through.)
Mack McKane: I DON’T NEED NO FUCKIN’ HELP!
Little Voice: ...Mack?
(Mack looks to the doorway and sees little Ashley standing there looking absolutely terrified.)
Mack McKane: Hey lil’ monster! How’s um...how’s my girl?
Ashley: ...pwease don’t hurt my mommy… ___________________________________________________
(Ashley starts getting hysterical and shakes her head as Mack notices she keeps looking to his left where, seated and groaning in her little chair sits one of the Darkest Carnival’s fire eaters...both legs clearly shattered. Mack gently takes his hand and uses it to turn Ashley’s back to him.)
Mack McKane: Shhhh...there there love...he can’t hurt you.
Ashley: M-Mack...wh-...why? Where was you? You...you said you’d BE here! __________________________________________________________
Fire Eater: He wants YOU to have a…”Family Reunion”...he’ll...he’ll let YOU know when it is.
Mack McKane: Bollocks to that, I KNOW where his little Carnival goes-
Fire Eater: Don’t you GET IT!? There IS...NO...CARNIVAL ANYMORE.
(Mack gets a very confused look on his face as he stands up and backs up by Miles who is looking at him with equal confusion.)
Miles Kasey: Th’fuck you MEAN there’s no Carnival anymore?
Fire Eater: You...you won the battle...you SCARRED him...on LIVE TV...and we...we couldn’t stop you. We couldn’t save him so he…
...he burned the Carnival. ______________________________________________________________
Fire Eater: You wanted your message? Here ya go…
...your Dad says hi.
(The laughing of the maniac echoes in Mack’s ears as we see him snap back into focus with Mattie waving her hand in front of his face...he’d been staring at the one picture he had of his mother...and the memories blasted like a shotgun through his head. He shakes it off and tries his best to give a smile at Mattie.)
Mattie Cormier: Amor, are you okay?
Mack McKane: S-...Sound as a pound, love.
Mattie Cormier: Don’t you dare lie to ME. You haven’t been the same since that attack. I’m worried...WE’RE worried.
(Mack nods solemnly and turns his head towards his friends...he discreetly slides the picture back in his pocket as he takes a few deep breaths.)
Mack McKane: I’m fine love...or rather, I will be. There’s just...it feels like there’s Wizard’s Chess match goin’ on and the Queen, Bishop, and Pawn have me in their sights and I’m just a knight that can only make moves in certain defined directions and that’s NOT my forte…
Mattie Cormier: ...so throw a kid tantrum! Flip the board!
(Before she can continue, Mack pulls her in and plants a prolonged kiss on her as they separate and rest their foreheads on each other.)
Mack McKane: ...I know what I have to do...but I don’t know if I have the power to do it...I picked this fight with Star...then Everett picked his fight with me...and Syn.
...and my FATHER.
(Mack kisses her forehead as she dives in closer wrapping him up and resting her head on his chest.)
Mack McKane: ...I SHOULD be focused on Malachi. It should be just THAT simple, innit? The title shot I EARNED...the WORTHY champion...you’d think she’d have been salivating at the idea of having that match as the main event of her Pay-Per-View.
Mattie Cormier: You can’t help that you crossed a line by being nothing more than who you are.
Mack McKane: ...was that a Shinedown reference?
Mattie Cormier: Maaaaaaybe!
(Mack pseudo-smiles and kisses her again before looking deep into her eyes.)
Mack McKane: ...y’know you’re the only thing keepin’ me goin’ lately, right?
Mattie Cormier: I know! I’m good like that. NOW…
(Mattie kisses his forehead then pulls his mask over his face.)
Mattie Cormier: ...go be the bad-ass I know you are!
(Mack shoots her a wink and turns, exiting the locker room...once the door closes behind him, he checks his phone...no new messages.)
-EARLIER THAT WEEK-
(We see Mack McKane walk up to a daunting stone building in the bustling metropolis with the words Manhattan Detention Complex written over the door. This hellhole colloquially known as “The Tombs”, Mack shuddered as he walked inside passing through security...he felt naked without his knife. He makes it through the metal detector and signs in at the front desk.)
Receptionist: And who you here ta see, honey?
Mack McKane: I...I’m afraid I don’t remember his inmate number but his name is Kenneth McKane.
(The receptionist starts typing away at her computer when suddenly her face twists into one of confusion...she looks from the computer back to Mack…)
Receptionist: ...honey, he ain’t here.
Mack McKane: ...what?
Receptionist: The only Kenneth McKane pullin’ up recently says he was released quite a few weeks ago. He ain’t contacted ya?
Mack McKane: ...are you...are you sure?
Receptionist: ...honey, I been doin’ this 22 years now, I’m pretty sure, yeah.
Mack McKane: ...do...did he happen...does anyone know where he went? Who picked him up?
Receptionist: I’m sorry honey, I can’t release that information...I’m sure you’ll hear from him soon!
(Mack stares in disbelief before shaking it off and smiling warmly.)
Mack McKane: Thank you for your assistance, Ms. You’ve been very kind.
Receptionist: I hope ya find him and everything’s alright honey! You have a good day now!
(Mack walks outside...and evil flashes across his face as he looks back at the dungeon and up and down the street.)
Mack McKane: ...where are you, Kenny? Why? First you LIE about your sentence...then you go behind my back with Mr. Russow...an’ now I find ya checked out and just...disappeared!?
….wait.
…..Russow.
-RUSSOW MANOR-
(We see Mack step out of a cab and calmly walk up the steps to Russow manor as he maintains every semblance of composure he has. It’s probable he has no idea! He might even know what’s going on.
...but if he does…
Mack gently knocks on the door and we hear a flamboyant “I SHALL HOST!!!” as the door flutters open and we see little Rosie Russow stands with both hands on her hips and hone hip cocked to the side with attitude.)
Rosie Russow: OH MACK!!! What a WONDERFUL surprise to see you! Please! Please! Come in! Shall I take your coat? Would you like a hot beverage!? Oh you simply MUST try the cinnamon rolls I SLAVED on them for hours!
(From the corner we see Charlie Russow, nose stuck in a book as usual as he deadpan calls…)
Charlie Russow: ...they were Pillsbury from a can, they took approximately 15.024 minutes to rise, and all you did was apply the frosting.
Rosie Russow: HOW DARE YOU CHARLES!!!! I SLAVE in that kitchen to make us all a homemade breakfast and THIS is the gratitude! I have NEVER!!!
(Rosie flips her hair and stomps off going up the stairs dismissively waving her hand.)
Rosie Russow: Mack, darling, please make yourself at home...I shall summon father at once!
(Rosie disappears up the staircase as Mack is trying to wrap his head around what just happened until he jumps startled as a bellowing little girls voice screams…)
Rosie Russow: FAAAAAAATHEEEEEEEEEER!!!! MACK IS HEEEEEEERE!!!!
(The door to the study slides open as Levi walks out with an eyebrow raised.)
Levi Russow: GOT IT!!!
Rosie Russow: FABULOUS! I SHALL BE IN MY THEATRE!!!
Mack McKane: ...theatre?
Levi Russow: I don’t...want...to talk about it. Come on in.
Mack McKane: Uhh...nice to see you again, Charlie.
Charlie Russow: *from behind his book* Returned congruence, Mr. McKane.
(Mack follows Levi inside and Levi slides the door closed behind them before walking over to the drink stand and pouring a scotch.)
Levi Russow: Drink?
Mack McKane: I’ll pass. I need to be clear to wrap my head around somethin’...somethin’ that I...I gotta know...if you had a hand in i-
Levi Russow: Did I help your brother on the day he was released from jail?
Mack McKane: ...so you did. I’d...REALLY hoped my gut was wrong about that.
Levi Russow: Mack, let me explain…
(Mack smashes his fist on the desk darting straight up.)
Mack McKane: ALL THESE YEARS...EVERY VISIT, EVERY HOPE I GAVE HIM, EVERY PENNY I SCRATCHED TOGETHER TO FORM A DEFENSE...AND HE WAS *LYING* THE ENTIRE TIME!!!
...and you...knew.
...and you...HELPED.
Levi Russow: Are you gonna give me my moment to explain? Or am I going to just have to skip right to calling my repairmen?
Mack McKane: Jury’s, ironically, still out. But I’m listening.
(Levi walks over and sits at his desk taking a big swig of his drink as he twirls the crystal glass in his fingers.)
Levi Russow: What I have to tell you...I don’t wanna say, and you don’t wanna hear...and your first instinct is gonna be to punch me in the face and storm out and honestly? When I was your age, coming from such a similar background? I wouldn’t blame you. Hell I WAS you. I took on a group of two-bit wannabe mobsters to get Jesse back. So you won’t at first...but I NEED you to believe...he made a lot of sense and I did it...FOR you.
Mack McKane: ...FOR me? You lied and aided my brother in HIS lies...FOR ME!?
Levi Russow: I want to hear this situation...and I want you to put yourself in it and we’ll see what you would do.
Mack McKane: ...don’t...act...like you know what it’s like to be me.
Levi Russow: I’m not. Hell I thought I had problems til I met you kid. But you’re HERE...you’re STANDING...you’re FIGHTING. And after everything you’ve done for my kid and my family...we ain’t close...but you will FOREVER have a place in MY family. I hesitate to call you this because I know your first instinct is to, once AGAIN, lash out but...you have become like a son to me...a fitting REAL brother for Jack.
Mack McKane: Yeah well...I don’t exactly have a crackin’ track record with “father figures” innit?
Levi Russow: Exactly. So imagine you, under armed and outsized...throw yourself into a brawl with a drunk knife thrower while screaming at your little brother to run. Now imagine, by a twist of fate, the man steps on one of his empty bottles, falls forward, and cracks his head open on the corner of a solid cedar table. And the cops show up...and you’re covered in blood from the hits you took...and they see you with the bottle in your hand.
Mack McKane: That’s enough.
Levi Russow: Now imagine standing in a kangaroo court wearing nothing but rags...and instantly written off by society as a menace and you’re gonna have the book thrown at you. But before they do...the judge gets a report after they ushered you out of the courtroom and all you heard was “25 to Life”...and it turns out the bastard survived. So they knock it down to assault with a weapon and attempted manslaughter. And instead of life...you get 15 years. But all you can think about is your little brother...the job didn’t get finished, those bastard monsters were still out there and they’d be hunting you.
Mack McKane: ...what are you trying to tell me?
Levi Russow: My legal team negotiated an appeal...and trust me, when you party like a Russow? You have the best lawyers in town. My guys tore. Them. UP. Exposing every hole in the argument, every fabricated piece of evidence, we had them dead to rights. Not only did we get your brother his freedom...we filed a suit and got him enough money to get his life started.
Mack McKane: ...so...so he’s just out there...wantin’ nothin’ to do with me?
Levi Russow: He’s out there doing EVERYTHING for you. He SAW the conflicts. He KNOWS what’s at stake. I tried to talk him out of it but...there was no talking him down. Mack...he’s not hiding.
...he’s hunting.
Mack McKane: ...HE’S OUT THERE TRYING TO TAKE THEM DOWN ALONE!?!?
Levi Russow: That’s why he wanted you to keep believing he had life...after he got out he told them to tell you he’d caused too many problems and wasn’t allowed visitors anymore. He wanted you to think he was safe in The Tombs instead of prowling these streets like some sort of half-cocked Batman lookin’ for the people trying to take you out.
Mack McKane: If you were in on all this...why’re you tellin’ me now?
Levi Russow: Because I’ve decided...keeping this up isn’t “protecting” you anymore...you don’t NEED protecting. And I’m hoping that by telling you this...you’ll accept this as my most sincere apology for misleading you.
Mack McKane: ...it ain’t you I’m sore at...an’ I appreciate everythin’ ya did fer him...but I gotta find him.
Levi Russow: He told me if you found out that’d be your number one priority...I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t see you show up here today. So when the time is ready...he’ll find YOU. But YOU need...to focus on what’s in front of YOU. Star hates you, Everett detests you, you got everyone and their dog breathing down your neck expecting you to deliver under pressure. Have you even heard the line-up for the next show?
Mack McKane: What...am I in a Loser Wears A Dress match or somethin’?
Levi Russow: You’re gonna wish...it’s a handicap match.
Mack McKane: Because of COURSE it is...no matter...how many we talkin’? Two? Three?
Levi Russow: ...she has you up against the entire Developmental Roster...she’s promised them that the one who beats you gets called up to the big time...and if you lose…
Mack McKane: No Demon’s Run...brilliant.
Levi Russow: ...gym is always open, son.
Mack McKane: No gym is gonna prepare me for what I’m about to do to that entire show.
(Mack stands up and shakes Levi’s hand feeling slightly better about the situation as he turns to leave, as soon as he opens the front door we hear bellowing from the second floor.)
Rosie Russow: OH DO COME BACK SOON AND BRING THAT DARLING MS. MATTIE WITH YOU!!! I WOULD ADORE SPENDING TIME WITH HER!
Mack McKane: Will do, little one! Charlie, pleasure as always.
Charlie Russow: *from behind his book* Indubitably. Safe traversing.
(Mack turns and looks confused at Levi who mouths “I Don’t Know” as Mack chuckles as he leaves.)
-WHERE DO I GO NOW THAT I’VE GONE TOO FAR?-
“Soon you will come to know…
...when the bullet hits the bone.”
(The scene starts off pitch black...we hear the faint sounds of water dripping from somewhere off screen and the squeak of a rat scuttling by...it stays this way for a few moments before our anti-heroes voice growls out in the dark…)
Mack McKane: ...all Satan did...was ask a question…
(We hear hands clap and suddenly rings of fire spark all around the chasm of the circular stone room. We suddenly see a trenchcoat and mask clad Mack McKane rise from the bottom of the screen holding a goblet. The camera backs up to show him standing in the middle of a pentagram.)
Mack McKane: He just wanted his old man t’show the same love and adoration what he give the humans...to him and his kin. An’ when God said no...he did everythin’ he could to tempt and lead Jesus astray, innit? Like the story o’ Job.
...am I supposed t’be yer Job?
(Mack slowly starts spilling the goblet out around the circle.)
Mack McKane: The two great powers of PWS: Apex...the corporate puppet...and the deep-pocketed daddy’s boy. D’you REALLY think I didn’t know? Who th’fuck ELSE would put a dense-ass bounty on ME like that. An’ then! AN’ THEN! You go and make this match ‘cause you think I *ALLEGEDLY* stole the bounty money! That’s hearsay! My twitter got hacked! Don’t look up my nudes!
(Mack scoffs as he viciously throws the goblet at the wall.)
Mack McKane: Let me ‘splain somethin’ to the both o’ you raggedy cunts. I ain’t your Job. I’m the reverse...see I started...USED to people taking EVERYTHING from me...and then I went out and I EARNED all I got meself, innit? An’ if you THINK...I’m about to let two paste-eatin’, window-lickin’, helmet-wearin’ FUCKTARDS take EVERYTHIN’ away from me? You got...a LONG night comin’ fer you VERY soon. See since day one...DAY...FUCKIN’...ONE. Since I first stepped into a PWS ring...you ain’t had a soul what could beat me. I took your Collateral Damage championship...and I made it THE most watched, most popular championship in the entire COMPANY! No offense, Mal...yer a helluva champ. WAY better than what’s-her-cunt...I only ever knew her as “Red”...an’ I gotta be honest with ya, now that she don’t have the title? I’m totally fine with her duckin’ me. See NOW...it just makes sense. And NOW...SHE’S gonna be blowin’ up MY Twitter feed...she’s gonna be beggin’ for mic time against me...she’s gonna be on her knees 24/7 slobbin’ that knob of anyone an’ everyone that can further her career. An’ won’t it be just true justice...that I’mma ignore...EVERY word.
(Mack strikes a match and lights the pentagram on fire standing in the middle of it as we faintly hear “One Winged Angel” by The Black Mages softly start playing in the background as Mack flips his hair back and cracks his neck letting it fall back to the side...and slowly he reaches up and takes off his mask.)
Mack McKane: ...we’ve done this song and dance before...the question is, how DENSE is your roster? They all showed up to the Collateral Damage open challenge...some of them haven’t been the same since. They ALL tried to cash in on your cute little bounty...more gurneys filled in the trainer’s room. And now? Now you think it’s gonna all magically change since it’s all of them on the same side against me? They’ve ALWAYS been against me! The only difference is...you rancid bitch...you took away my bread and butter. You TOOK away...my FUN. It’s not even STREET FIGHT rules! “No hardcore”...”No Deathmatch”...”We can’t do that *EVERY* show!”
...maybe YOUR fragile ass can’t...but this? This wicked shit? This is what I DO, innit?
Mack McKane: But that’s FINE...it’s FINE...see cause I took the deathmatch monicker...and I ran with it...because that’s the only thing YOU lot thought I could DO. Bruv...I’m one of the best technical wrestlers and moderate high flyers you have! It don’t MATTER if there’s weapons or not! Don’t get me wrong...I’D have more fun with weapons...the FANS would have more fun with weapons...but true to your washed-up form, just like when you were a competitor, you don’t know what it TAKES to connect with a crowd. Your finger...is SO far off the pulse of the professional wrestling scene in 2020 because it’s too busy shoved up Everett Jacobs’ arse! Make sure to tickle his prostate...I hear he tips double.
(Mack looks down at the fire around him, closes his eyes, and inhales a bit of smoke before opening his eyes and holding out his hands.)
Mack McKane: ...he is the serpent that offered Eve the apple...and she doomed PWS when she took the bite. I ain’t no Devil...the Devil’s too much of a pussy to clash skull to skull, balls-to-the-wall brawling for what he believes in. Fits Everett pretty good doesn’t it? And Star is no Eve...she can nibble his apples all she wants but this GODDAMN COMPANY...DOES NOT REVOLVE...AROUND HER!!!! And me...I ain’t no Messiah...I ain’t no Jesus Christ…
...I’M just a pissed off Mick with a knife.
Mack McKane: A knife that I keep just as sharp as a sliver...a knife I keep because once I’m done with your little playground party and I snap each and every one of them...one...by untalented...one. I’M gonna find that Devil...I’M gonna FIND that snake...and I’m gonna take his fuckin’ head off. See I tried to tell him that on Twitter but MAGICALLY my account got reported and I got locked out. Really? Fuckin’ coward even runs from me on bleedin’ social media! So let me take a moment to tell both of you clods to fucker off to yer corner while I give the kiddies a little pep talk. Savvy?
(Mack kicks the dust of the pentagram dousing it and flipping it off barely audibly screaming “SATAN’S A PUSSY!!!” before turning back to the camera and bending over with his hands on his knees.)
Mack McKane: Hey there lil’ boys and girls! I sees ya tryin’ REAL REAL hard to make it to the main roster! Uncle Mack is suuuuure proud o’ ya! Now look...I know...I know the LAST time we saw each other...my big friend Slappy, well...he had a bit of a “chat” with all o’ yas, innit? Listen, Slappy wants you to know...he’s REALLY, REALLY SORRY about that! But you was tryin’a HURT me! And that’s okay! I totally get it, loves! One hundred THOUSAND dollars is a lot o’ scrill, innit!? Ya had ta shoot yer shot and I actually RESPECT ya for it! You did a GOOD. JOB.
(Mack’s face suddenly flashes evil as the screen jump cuts quick images of him grabbing his head thrashing it around screaming before it calms and he is absolutely snarling into the camera.)
Mack McKane: ...but now’s the time...to put our talkin’ voice away...an’ put our listenin’ ears on, savvy? Uncle Mack...is in SUCH a foul...FOUL mood. See, I haven’t been sleepin’ well at night and I feel like all I do is watch over my shoulder an’ apologize to Mattie and after awhile the weight on your shoulders starts to feel like Goddamn boulders and it feels like I got arthritis. So I want’cha to understand...I want’cha to REALLY think about this. LOOK back at this past Riot. REMEMBER what we done to each o’ yas. An’ then realize that that? That were nothin’ personal. That weren’t even us TRYINA hurt’cha. I was even in a good mood!
...so what am I gonna do to you...when I feel nothin’ but rage… ...who’s gonna have the balls to charge me first… ...and when they do...you’re gonna stand there and watch. EVERY. Scream…
Mack McKane: And so I just got one comment and question YOU need to ask yerselves, innit? THE QUESTION: ...is it WORTH it? Is the PAIN...you’re gonna carry FOREVER...WORTH the 15 minutes of fame? As for the comment?
...if you DO show...do the smart thing...let someone else try first…
(Mack turns on his heels and storms off screen as we hear the faint sounds of “Nihlist” by Architects playing him off.)
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