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Post by Laura Phoenix - HBIC on May 29, 2020 16:11:42 GMT -5
Tuesday Night Riot June 9th, 2020 Las Vegas, Nevada
Main Event PWS Heavyweight Championship Mack McKane vs Mystery Challenger
Roleplays are due Sunday, June 7th, 2020 at 11:59pm Eastern Recommended 300 minimum 5000 maximum
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Post by -The Iceman Levi Russow- on Jun 6, 2020 20:08:06 GMT -5
(The scene opens and we see The Iceman Levi Russow with his feet kicked up on his desk playing a game on his phone...when all of a sudden there’s a knock at the door.)
The Iceman Levi Russow: Entrare!
(The door glides open and standing in the light walking into his room strides his son, “The Real Wild Child” Jack Russow.)
The Iceman Levi Russow: YOUNGBLOOD! To what do I owe the occasion?
Jack Russow: ...I’m not doing it.
The Iceman Levi Russow: ...beg pardon?
Jack Russow: This whole “Mack McKane vs Mystery Opponent” bullshit...I know you. I know you have something up your sleeve to throw a curveball at Mack and even in your sick way, I know you think you’re doing it to help him but I am TELLING you now...I WILL. NOT. FIGHT HIM.
(Levi cocks an eyebrow and nonchalantly goes back to playing his game while bluntly addressing his son.)
The Iceman Levi Russow: Well I can certainly appreciate your loyalty and you know I love the intensity and ferociousness but uhh...no shit Sherlock.
Jack Russow: I-...wait, what?
The Iceman Levi Russow: Of COURSE you’re not facing Mack...what...you think I’m gonna make a match for the World Championship and just put my son in it who’s been too busy galavanting at a rival fed to do anything of note HERE? And besides that...KNOWING that you’d take it easy or try to take a dive for Mack to take a load off his shoulders? No thank you, kiddo. It ain’t you.
Jack Russow: I...then who!?
The Iceman Levi Russow: First name Nunya, last name Beeswax.
Jack Russow: Ohhhh no...I didn’t just spend months at WAR with you for you to go back to keeping secrets NOW. Who’s career are you threatening? Bella?
The Iceman Levi Russow: It’s an interesting thought and she’ll undoubtedly get there someday but...son, look at the current climate. LOOK...at the mindset Mack is in and what he’s PROBABLY willing to do to get his hands closer to his father’s throat?
Jack Russow: ...Bella isn’t a pushover. She’s strong.
The Iceman Levi Russow: And like I said, she’ll get there SOMEDAY but lemme ask you...who’s the current Head Honcho of PWS: Apex?
Jack Russow: Laura.
The Iceman Levi Russow: Uhhhhhhh HUH. And as everybody knows...Laura has SWORN...NOT to interfere or influence her daughters career and still true to her word she hasn’t! But do you honestly THINK...there’s not SOME SMALL PART of her...given everything that’s going on with Aaron being taken and her family life thrown into disarray...she wouldn’t rip my throat out if I put her only daughter in a match with THAT killer?
Jack Russow: ...I see your point. S’gotta be Mal then! Ohhhh ho ho...I gotta admit...there’s a small part of me that would LOVE to see those two slaughter each other agai-
The Iceman Levi Russow: We have had...Malachi vs Mack McKane...twice. And d’you know what we’ve learned from it?
Jack Russow: Blood stains ring canvasses?
The Iceman Levi Russow: You’re not wrong. But, and even I can’t believe I’m saying this, from the BUSINESS side of things? Mack vs Mal 1 & 2 supplemented the entire company’s income for the next YEAR. SO...WHEN the time comes for Mack vs Malachi 3? That’s gonna be on a bigger stage than Riot.
Jack Russow: Okay so...Dan?
The Iceman Levi Russow: Busy.
Jack Russow: Alexis?
The Iceman Levi Russow: Also Busy.
Jack Russow: ...no.
The Iceman Levi Russow: Uhhhh...no what?
Jack Russow: NOT my Alanah. She’s good, she’s maybe the best on this whole roster...she’s the longest reigning champion in PWS: Apex after all.
The Iceman Levi Russow: I am aware.
Jack Russow: But you CAN’T...you can’t do that to EITHER of them! ‘Lanah is Mattie’s best friend. You think Mack is really gonna hurt her!? And Mack...Mack is going through so much do you think Alanah wants to be anything more than a helping hand and an open ear!? Go ahead...book that match...SEE what happens.
The Iceman Levi Russow: Really? You don’t think she’d jump at the chance to be a dual champion? The GREATEST champion PWS: Apex...maybe someday down the line in her reign potential being the greatest champion in PWS...PERIOD? You need to have more faith in your girl, son.
Jack Russow: She’d fight if she had to...but it’d be with tears in her eyes and I would never forgive you for doing that to either one of them!
The Iceman Levi Russow: ...and you don’t think it won’t happen eventually?
Jack Russow: Eventually, yes. But...when Mack is in a better headspace. When we’re ALL in a better headspace!
The Iceman Levi Russow: How very chivalrous of you...BUT! Irrelevant. It ain’t my ‘lanahbug.
Jack Russow: ...You lettin’ Heather Haze have another crack at it?
The Iceman Levi Russow: A poor choice of words but no, I think Ms. Haze has her hands full at the moment...and then also later she’s wrestling.
Jack Russow: ...oh my God...you’re not-
The Iceman Levi Russow: Who, me? FUUUUUUUUCK. THAAAAAT.
Jack Russow: Then who the Hell ELSE is there!? One of the newbies!?
The Iceman Levi Russow: Oh no...Mack’s opponent has been around for years...leaving countless crowds in awe and inspiring young and old alike and did you know? He has never ONCE...received a Heavyweight title shot ANYWHERE?
Jack Russow: ...ohhhhh my God tell me you don’t mean who I think you mean…
The Iceman Levi Russow: Let me see if I can figure out how to put this…uhhhhhh…
“HULLO!”
(The scene ends with Jack’s jaw dropped on the floor as he starts to frantically argue with his father and the door slams shut.)
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Post by Mack "The Knife" McKane on Jun 6, 2020 21:58:01 GMT -5
“And you feel like you feelin’ now… And doin’ things just to please your crowd. When I love ya like the way I love ya… And I suffer, but I ain’t gon’ cut’cha, cause…
This ain’t no place for no hero. This ain’t no place for no “better man”. This ain’t no place for no hero…”
...to call HOME.
(We see a dark room...the ceiling fan is slowly spinning over the queen sized bed of the hotel room where upon lies the scarred, tortured, brutal features of the PWS:Apex World Heavyweight Champion, Mack McKane. One arm rests over his eyes before it quickly moves to the back of his head...he hadn’t slept since she was taken. How could he? The guilt that welled within him...it was almost indescribable. We see the sheets next to him move and for a moment we judge him...how could he have someone else in his bed already!? But relax, McKaniacs...it’s just the lumpy features of the Artful Dodger, finally reunited with the man that saved him off the streets. He scoots up to Mack’s armpit and rests his droopy little chin on Mack’s chest looking at him whimpering.)
Mack McKane: Now don’t YOU start on me…
(Dodger lifts his head and smiles at Mack as he nudges him in the sides.)
Mack McKane: No, Dodge...it’s 4 in the morning...it’s not playtime.
(Dodger growls his disapproval as Mack shakes his head.)
Mack McKane: I know...not like I’m sleepin’ or nothin’, innit? How can I Dodge? How can I when she’s out there...probably tied to a post, crying her eyes out, payin’ fer crimes she didn’t commit. And instead of BEING out there...LOOKING for her. I”m...I’m ORDERED to Las Vegas. The shithole of America. I don’t gamble and I don’t have any interest in seeing an act that was famous 25 years ago OR those blue sods running around banging on appliances!
(Mack flings his legs over the side of the bed and runs a hand through his hair as he catches a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror...he doesn’t recognize what’s looking back at him anymore. The dark circles under his eyes make the need for his eye shadow almost all but irrelevant. Mack removes a couple of dressings checking on the fresh wounds he’d received from getting too close.)
Mack McKane: Them’ll make for a story ferda kids someday, innit Dodge?
(Mack then looks back at himself and scoffs.)
Mack McKane: Kids...likely, right? I don’t ‘xactly fit the role o’ “Daddy Dearest” do I? First woman I ever loved...and I let her go an’ get snatched up by a snake dancin’ “Preacher” and...and a monster.
(Mack gets up and walks over to the sink washing his face as he checks his reflection up close...mirrors were still kind of a new thing to him.)
Mack McKane: Fookin’ Hell, Dodge...why didn’tcha tell me I looked so…”ruff”.
(Dodger barks his displeasure at Mack’s “joke” as Mack exhales quickly through his nose so it’s not exactly a laugh but it’s...something. He turns and walks to the window looking out over the city before looking down at the burner phone his brother left him, looking at the last text message.)
“We’re close. They’re getting reckless. -K”
Mack McKane: Close ain’t good enough, bruv.
(Mack puts his hand on the wall and looks sadly out the window.)
Mack McKane: ...not while she’s still out there.
(There’s suddenly a knock at the door which causes Dodger to bark a couple times before Mack shushes him. Mack looks through the peephole and sees a gangly young man dressed in the hotel’s uniform. Mack unbolts the door and flings it open almost causing the kid to collapse where he was.)
Mack McKane: Alright?
Kid: E-Excuse me sir, but we’ve heard reports of...of barking coming from your room and do...do you have a dog with you?
Mack McKane: Yeh...s’it to yas?
Kid: Well see sir they...they didn’t book you a pet friendly room like they did for your friends so you’ll...you’ll…
(Mack suddenly feels a white hot rage as he steps out into the hallway squaring off with this kid.)
Mack McKane: I’ll WOT...pissant?
Kid: You’ll have to...um...either send him up to your friends rooms where pets are allowed or...or...or we’ll have to ask you to pack your things and...and find another...h-hotel.
Mack McKane: Right...right right right…
(Mack kinda chuckles and runs his fingers through his hair as the kid nervously chuckles along with him until Mack violently THROTTLES him against the wall and gets an inch away from his face.)
Mack McKane: Tell me somethin’, you KNOW who I am...yeah?
Kid: Y-YESSIR!
Mack McKane: Y’know what’s been goin’ on? What I been goin’ through? WHAT I’M PREPARED TO DO TO THIS WHOLE FOOKIN’ BUILDIN’ IF YOU CROSS ME!?
Kid: O-Oh God! I’m so sorry sir!
Mack McKane: Me DODGER...STAYS...wif ME! SAVVY? Mark him down as a bleedin’ SERVICE DOG…’cause he’s the ONLY thing keepin’ me..from GUTTIN’...EVERY last FOOKIN’ pantywaste I SEE, INNIT!!!
Kid: S-SERVICE DOG! WONDERFUL! I-I’M SORRY I BOTHERED YOU! PLEASE DON’T HURT ME, HAVE A GOOD NIGHT!
(Mack throws the kid away from him and screams up and down the hallway.)
Mack McKane: AND TO THE CUNT WHAT COMPLAINED ‘BOUT IT...EITHER STEP OUT”CHER HIDEY HOLE AND SAY IT TO ME FACE...OR GO FUCK YASELF WITH YER TURNED ON HAIR STRAIGHTENER YA FOOKIN’ KNOBS!!!
(With that...Mack turns and walks back into his room slamming the door behind him.)
-The Next Day: The Arena-
“...afraid to call and see what’s good. Or is it simply understood... ...There’s a reason you don’t want me around.”
(The cargo bay doors are open as a light breeze blows through and as the camera pans to the opening we suddenly see Mack McKane...coat and mask clad standing in the shadows...tiny bulldog tethered to his side as he looks down at him and nods and they take off walking through the backstage area...as Mack looks around, he notices the crew and other wrestlers absolutely avoiding eye contact with him some even speeding away to get away from him...he walks towards the indicated locker room to more of the same as he opens the door to see Jack Russow, Alanah O’Connell, and their myriad of dogs all cuddled together. Jack suddenly gets an alarmed look on his face and gets up.)
Jack Russow:MACK! Brother, where you been!? We heard there was a fight at the hotel! You won’t answer the phone! What’s going on?
Mack McKane: That was just some fuckin’ cunts that don’t know what a service dog looks like.
Jack Russow: ...but...Dodger isn’t a register-
Mack McKane: *Coldly* If I says he’s my service dog. He’s my fookin’ service dog, innit?
Jack Russow: Ahhhh...sir, yes sir! So what’s going on! What’s the plan!?
Mack McKane: *clearing throat* Ms. Alanah…
Alanah O’Connell: MACK! It’s WONDERFUL to see you! How ARE you!? Are you okay!?
Mack McKane: Sound as a pound, might I trouble you for yet another favor and allow me boy here to play with your lot for a little while...I have...business.
Alanah O’Connell: OH OF COURSE! We LOVE our Dodger, DON’T we!!!
(Pip is silently glaring at Dodger who is smiling ear to ear back at him as Mack hands her the leash.)
Mack McKane: I am forever in your debt, love. Now if you’ll excuse me…
(Jack jumps in front of him putting his hand on his shoulder…)
Jack Russow: Wait wait wait! Where are we going!? What’s the plan!?
(Mack stares at the hand on his shoulder as Jack picks up the vibe and quickly moves it.)
Mack McKane: I’ll ask you, bruv...to remain here with the Ms...don’t let her or ANY of them outta your sight, savvy?
Jack Russow: ...well...I mean, yeah you got it bro but...Mack what is going on!?
Mack McKane: Nothing...just...going to have a meeting about my match is all.
Jack Russow: ...oh. Please...do me ONE favor?
Mack McKane: ‘Tis only fair I suppose.
Jack Russow: Just remember...he’s my dad...she’s Bella’s mom...this was the Board’s command and...just listen to him...I-I think he’s REALLY trying to help.
Mack McKane: Oh my ears are...WIDE open. But I promise you...no harm will come to Daddy.
Jack Russow: ...guess that’s all I can ask for!
(Mack nods and takes back off out the door gliding his way down the hall purposefully trying to make eye contact with as many people as he can to keep them uncomfortable before he reaches the office and knocks lightly as to not give his vantage point away. A voice sing songs…)
“IIIIIIIIIIIIt’s OOOOOOPEEEEEEN!”
(Suddenly the door violently swings open as Levi Russow jumps out of his skin screaming…)
The Iceman Levi Russow: JESU CHRISTE!!! FUCK man! Is THAT what Star Stormz had to deal with all those years!? I’ll have to send her a fruit baske-
Mack McKane: I’m gonna say this...ONE time...and ONE time only.
(Levi suddenly realizes who he’s staring down the barrel of and he stands and walks around the desk sitting on the edge of it crossing his arms.)
The Iceman Levi Russow: ...well? Go on then. If you’re gonna cut me...light me on fire...whatever you’re gonna do, I get it. But if you’re willing to listen-
Mack McKane: You first. I...understand...this was the Board’s command. That I defend my championship or I have it taken from me. I get that...that is what it is. So let me tell you...what I DON’T get, savvy? I don’t get...WHY I was pried away from searching for the ONE person’s life who actually matters most to me. I don’t get...WHY you were SO quick to jump on the “I HAVE A CHALLENGER BUT WE AIN’T GONNA TELL YAS WHO HE IS!” wagon, but that’s whatever. What I DO understand...and what YOU understand...is WHATEVER poor sod you put in that ring with me? Their fookin’ life...changes at Riot. You know that better’n anyone else.
The Iceman Levi Russow: In the worst of ways, I do.
Mack McKane: Well what I done to you? That weren’t nothin’ personal. But what yer doin’ NOW...is EXTREMELY personal. So I hope you picked a good one. I’ll give you yer ratings...but you best be ready to send a condolence letter to their family.
The Iceman Levi Russow: Well I guess we’ll see about that...don’t you even wanna know who it is?
Mack McKane: I couldn’t give two shakes of a fat baby’s arse who it is!
The Iceman Levi Russow: ...you might change your mind in a second…*ahem* YO! HERO!
(Suddenly from behind Mack comes a HULKING shadow as Mack’s eyes suddenly widen and turn frantic as he slowly turns around and stares UP into the sympathetic features of…
...Slappy McGoo.)
Mack McKane: ...fuuuuuuuuuckin’ Hell.
Slappy McGoo: Language, Mr. Mack!
Mack McKane: REALLY Slap!? Yer gonna stab me in the back like this!?
The Iceman Levi Russow: He’s not here to stab you in the back, he’s HERE to make sure you’re READY!!!
Mack McKane: HOW!? BY PHYSICALLY MAKING ME A PAINTING WITH THAT RING CANVAS!?
Slappy McGoo: Aww Mackers, I wouldn’t hurt’cha like that!
Mack McKane: THIS Slappy wouldn’t but what about homicidal MANIAC Slappy!?
The Iceman Levi Russow: ...you’re staring down Reverend Synister, your father, and the gates of Hell themselves. If you can beat Slappy? You can beat ANYTHIN-.
Mack McKane: BUT I DON’T WA- *sigh* I don’t WANNA hurt Slappy! I THOUGHT he was a friend!
Slappy McGoo: I AM yer friend!
The Iceman Levi Russow: Think about it Mack...it makes sense from all corners. He’s big, you need preparation, he’s NEVER had a title match in his life...this could be good for everyone!
Mack McKane: Or it could be just another chapter to this entire FOOKIN’ tragedy! Slap an’ me...INDIVIDUALLY...leave a cavalcade o’ bodies in our wakes! And now you wanna put the Nuke vs the Time Bomb!? And for WHAT? My “preparation”? Your “ratings”? This is BULLSHIT, Russow!
The Iceman Levi Russow: Then QUIT. Hand your title over to Slap RIGHT NOW...and just GO. OR...you can get your head on straight, do this work, and then the only thing stopping you from Mattie is FINDING them! And when that day comes? You’re gonna want us in your corner! We WANT to be in your corner!
(Mack shuffles his hair as he points at Levi and then at Slappy snarling…)
Mack McKane: I am NOT. WEAK. I am YOUR World Heavyweight Champion and this chip on my shoulder only gets bigger every day she’s gone so I do NOT...apologize...for what I’m going to DO TO YOU, SLAP. GET it? GOT it? GOOD!
(Mack puts his mask back on and flips Levi off for good measure as he goes off to prepare for the biggest fight he’s experienced so far.)
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