…..got you now……
….finally.
-A Few Weeks Ago-(We see a rather unhinged looking Mack dressed almost in tatters as he’s back to wearing the same old tattered duster he wore before he ever met Mattie...before she ever saved him from himself. Mask on, as always, we see Mack briskly walking down the bayside...straight up to the abandoned warehouse he’d been arrested for crashing in so many times. He noticed his old couch was still there but lying on the ground by the couch...was the remains of a rat. It obviously can’t be determined for certain if it was the same rat he used to care for and talk to but we can say the similarities are STRIKING. Mack’s heart almost breaks as he puts on his gloves and walks over gently picking the stinking corpse up and sitting down on the couch.)
Mack McKane: Le Danse Macabre, little friend. I AM sorry…
(Mack gently strokes the rat’s body with his gloved thumb. Suddenly we feel another presence as we hear a sniffing sound.)
“FUUUUUUUUUUUCKIN’ HELL THAT COULD STRIP THE BLOOMERS OFF A NUN!!!!”(Mack glares up from over his mask at his brother Kenny stumbling into the warehouse coughing and waving his hand in front of his face as he looks at Mack in disgust.)
Kenny McKane: Bruv, what the FOOK is you holdin’!?
Mack McKane: Be respectful. He was my only friend, once.
Kenny McKane: ...that one?
Mack McKane: Yes.
Kenny McKane: ...that...specific one, innit?
Mack McKane: I WILL gut you. I mourn for ‘im, bruv.
Kenny McKane: Right, yeah, thassall good an’ all, innit? But maybe you should mourn him while he’s like...buried or somefing so we don’t…
Mack McKane: KENNY GODDAMMIT DON’T YOU SEE!
(Mack springs to his feet waving the rat towards Kenny almost in tears.)
Mack McKane: This is what happens when you get close to me! Ah God I knew it’d be someday but I weren’t ready...I WEREN’T ready!!! I’ll slap the shit outta Milo...Malachi...I’ll purple the fuck outta Jack’s nurples...all that’s fine.
...not the girls, bruv...I weren’t ready to hurt the girls.Kenny McKane: ...hurt the-...she’s FINE ya daft cunt!
Mack McKane:He shoulders stayed down for a three count...that’s three seconds she was in needless pain. I should have known better...and I should have been ready for it. But the golden rule is still burned in my brain, innit?
Kenny McKane: ...no women, no children…
Mack McKane: Too right, innit? I know she’s pissed at me...I know they’re ALL pissed at me…
Kenny McKane: ...Literally nobody is pissed at you.
Mack McKane: One things for certain…
(Mack sets the rat in the cushions of the couch so he’s buried comfortably. As he turns and walks towards Kenny...he stops right beside him continuing to look straight ahead.)
Mack McKane: ...I know what depraved levels this cunt will stoop to. But this time? He’s running scared.
(Mack walks off as the scene transitions.)
“We’ll never get free…
...lamb to the slaughter.
...What’chu gon’ do when there’s blood in the water?
The price of your greed…
...is your son and your daughter.
...What’chu gon’ do when there’s blood in the water?”
(We see the familiar Mustang roar to life outside of yet another broken down looking warehouse as the driver’s side door opens and we see a sweeping cloak float to the passenger side and open the door as a lady wearing an exotic pair of heels steps out as he closes the door behind her. Another large man circles the corner in his own stately attire. The two men nod to each other and as they step into the streetlamp we can see it’s Mattie Cormier, Mack McKane, and Kenny McKane all dressed in vivid shades of red and black and white as Mack steps forward and pounds the front door twice. The screen slides open and Mack snarls…)
Mack McKane: Livewire.
(The eye slot slams shut and soon the door opens and we see the interior of a neon covered guerrilla dance club as all three walk in. Kenny takes a glass off one of the trays going by as an assistant takes Mattie’s coat and we see her wearing a flowing, sexy little number that’s turning everyone’s heads as Mack remains stoic with his cloak closed and his eyes pulsing behind his mask. They walk to the next door where we can hear muffled EDM blasting and as soon as the door opens it’s RIP headphone users. Mattie can’t help herself as she begins to dance...Kenny looks on the offensive...Mack flips his collar up and almost seemingly floats through the drowning crowd of miscreants to the back hallway. He realizes he’s flanked by Kenny but Mattie is taking her time...or so he thought...until he turned back around to see some slack-jawed next victim grabbing her by the arm as she’s trying to walk away from him. Mack suddenly flicks Cutrina open but before he needs to make a move...Mattie has absolutely floored the freak. No one can see but Mack gets a little grin behind his mask as she walks up to him and he wraps his arm around her. They walk out into the back hallway and up to an elevator. The guard bows.)
Guard: Welcome back, Mr. McKane.
(He presses the button and the doors to the elevator opens as the three of them step inside and find a team quickly working to cover Mattie and Kenny from head to toe in cellophane and plastic.)
Kenny McKane: So many precautions.
Mack McKane: Waste not want not.
(Suddenly the elevator opens and Mack swaggers out into a hallway that’s completely covered in plastic and cellophane as there are a few “cronies” conducting experiments as Mack walks with laser vision towards the middle room...where the walls are covered with maps, pictures of the Jacobs family, strings tying board to board, there’s a map of the arena sprawled out onto the table with gaming pieces serving to mimic those parties in play. Even Mattie looks around impressed.)
Mattie Cormier: Madre de Dios, amore!
Mack McKane: Welcome...to the only Crusade that ever mattered, innit?
Kenny McKane: So this whole time you’ve been-
Mack McKane: D’you really think I would just stab in the dark and fly blind? No no...I’ve been a busy little beaver. As soon as we got my Mattie back...it just kicked in to me...this could happen again. And so?
...this will
NOT...happen again.
(Mack paces around the table stopping to hold a large cleaver as Mattie slides up and slithers her supple body against his.)
Mattie Cormier: I’m okay, Papi.
Mack McKane: Thank the Gods. But I’m afraid, my dear...I am NOT.
(Mack turns and gives her a passionate kiss as they press foreheads before Mack turns back looking at the camera.)
Mack McKane: Everett Jacobs. The sound of those two names put together alone is enough to make the bile shoot up into the throats of even the most religious of men. See EJ, I had no PROBLEM...putting this title on the line...putting my career on the line...putting EVERYTHING I have on the line...to finally get my hands around your neck. And when I choke you, and I WILL choke you...I’m gonna make you stare me in the eyes...I wanna see the blood rush to your face...the veins burst in your eyeballs...I wanna feel the helplessness! I wanna feel you wiggle for mercy in my grasp! I want to feel the life leave your body right to the edge...when I release you into a coughing mess. See that’ll be phase one, little Everett. Because at the risk of sounding too mainstream…
...If you’re havin’ girl problems? (Mack kisses Mattie’s forehead) I feel BAD for you son? Cause you got 99 problems...and I’m:
EVERY.
LAST.ONE.(The intensity is broken with the immense blood curdling scream coming from rooms away.)
Mack McKane: Pay you no mind to the white noise behind us. One of your spies decided he’d rather not sell you out in lieu of having every finger nail and toe nail removed with a rusty pair of pliers than sell you out. Money can make the biggest mountain of a man crumble into gravel and give you whatever you want. Some men? They need a little more motivation, innit? Some men need to be PUSHED to make sure they’re the last...man...standing.
(Mack stabs the picture of EJ on the middle of the table in the forehead violently as he snarls.)
Mack McKane: Almost a year of nothing but slithering torment from you and the VILE...FFFFICKLE little cunts you hired. I’m curious Everett, how did you THINK this was gonna go? Did you think I was gonna break down, cry, take my ball, and go to a home I hadn’t earned yet? Did you think Mattie was just gonna come around and be like “Oh he did all this for me! I love him!?” You are the daftest cunt to take all daftest cunts, bruv. I mean it’s pretty clear you had to have bought your grades in school because starting a war...with ME...over a love...like HER. YOU have been dead for months now but now? Now you can’t run. Now...YOU can’t escape me! And I’m going to enjoy...every red second of this. I don’t care if you’re half dead...I will pull you up time and time again until I’m done having my fun. And when I’ve decided enough is enough? Your skull is going to make a lovely cup for my love to drink her wine from this Christmas.
...there is no transparency here, Everett. There will be no cute anecdotes, no witty repartee. I’m not coming into this match as the PWS World Heavyweight Champion...I’m not coming into this match as Mattie Cormier’s boyfriend...I’m not coming to this match as the most dominant member...of the PWS Roster.
I AM COMING…
WITH MURDER AND MALICE…...AND YOU SIGNED THE FUCKING CONTRACT!!!
Mack McKane: This entire year...the pain, the terror, the misery...I END it...FINALLY. This is where it ends, Everett. I will FINALLY taste your blood. And when Crusade is in the history books.
No one...will even remember...your name.
(Mack kisses Mattie as the screams echo in the background as the camera flies backwards out of the warehouse fading to black.)