Disclaimer: Work of Fiction. No serious intent to harm or hurt anyone. Still grasping how I want Heel Mack to gooooo.
(The merriment was over, there she was…lying on the bed in all her glory, draped in a silk sheet. Mack McKane sitting in a chair sipping a glass of ginger ale. After seeing what destructive power alcohol holds, he has decided to abstain. There’s a gentle moan as she writhes awake gently moaning and darting up in bed covering herself.)
Mattie Cormier: Mi amour! You frightened me.
Mack McKane: I apologize my love…I would never intend to.
Mattie Cormier: What’s on your mind, my King?
Mack McKane: You.
Mattie Cormier: Mmmm what about me, Papi?
Mack McKane: Sierra talked shit about you and I couldn’t carve the tongue from her head.
Mattie Cormier; Oh please amour…I’ve heard worse.
Mack McKane: I just get so angry…ALL THE TIME now…and I don’t know…why. But I can’t lose you…not again.
(Mattie slithers up and barely holds the sheet to cover as little of herself as she can get away with as she flows over and sits on his lap taking a sip out of his glass.)
Mattie Cormier: Well well! That is not what I expected!
Mack McKane: I just…don’t think drinking is a good idea for me. I don’t know if any of this is a good idea for us. The Freekz are getting restless…I’m doubting my play…I’m the bad guy now babe…are you alright with that?
(Mattie lets the sheet completely fall as she straddles him and we barely see her ass before it’s consumed by the shadow.)
Mattie Cormier: I would follow you to Valhalla, my Blade.
-Hail To The King-
Blood is spilt while holding keys to the throne
Born again but it's too late to atone
No mercy from the edge of the blade
Dare escape and learn the price to be paid
Let the water flow with shades of red now
Arrows black out all the light (light)
Death is riding into town with armor
They've come to grant you your rights
Hail to the King
Hail to the one
Kneel to the crown
Stand in the sun
Hail to the King
What the FUCK is she thinking!? This is one of the lowest points of her life and she accepts her last defense to be against…ME? Is this dizzy cow havin’ a mental or am I just that nonced in the head? Sis, you know who the FOOK I am. You know exactly what I used to do to people for FUN…and how I liked to do it. Now…Sierra…
…is that such a good idea?
Not only did you drive Mattie’s Dark Knight up to the edge of sanity YOU, ya rancid bitch, YOU pushed him square off, innit! Him…me…what the fuck even IS context anymore. Is there a fourth wall? I wipe my arse with your fuckin’ fourth wall how about that! Because this is more about the PWS:Apex World Heavyweight Title.
THIS IS ABOUT MY PRIDE.
This is about reclaiming everything I poured my literal blood, sweat, and fookin’ tears into and you just waltzed in and took it. Snatched it up from my hand…one year ago. The longest…year…of my life.
This isn’t working for me…I tried it your way, now we’re gonna do things MY way…uh oh! Get ready everyone! We’re going back to script style! WOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAH!!!
“BECAUSE I TALK…HOW I FUCKING…WANT.”(There’s the entrance of an abandoned mine shaft seen in a dusty quarry somewhere we assume is Parts Unknown. We hear engines roar to life as Mack McKane and a sultry looking Mattie Cormier approach hand in hand entering the condemned mine entrance. As they walk down things start to look more modern as if it becomes a scientific research facility. And what they research? Pray you never find out.)
Mack McKane: You see darling Sierra I fancy you quite a bit! Your spirit! Your drive! Your hope against all hope that ANYONE will ever take you seriously as a champion. You’ve held my belt, what, over 300 days now? And in that time…do you FEEL like a champion? No…you haven’t. Because you’ve known no matter who you defend against, it’s a hollow check in the history book. It’s an asterisk. You may have beaten me fair and square but the record WILL show…it was a multiple person match and you caught me on an off day. But now? Now you got nowhere to run from me, little perra.
(We hear absolute screams of bloody terror echoing from every office in the institution as Mack and Mattie walk on, hand in hand, Mack seemingly…relaxing?)
Mack McKane: Welcome to my white noise machine. Welcome to the siren song of sorrowful fallen angels. WELCOME...to The Center! See HERE? My Freekz learn how to…play. They learn how to take their punishment…but also to take their turn. It’s give and take, ebb and flow, innit? But you don’t know bout that do ya, Cunt? May I call you Cunt? We’re gonna call ya cunt. I better be careful though not to offend her tender sensibilities what with the way I talk an’ all. God knows she was having a tiff about that on bloody Twitter like a prattling, mewling scuzziwug! Because she’s fuckin’ terrified. And she knows I know it.
(They reach the end of the corridor as a Freek opens the door for them as Mack ushers Mattie inside of a macabre almost dining hall where two thrones reside as Mack leads Mattie up the stairs and they take their seats as Mack’s right hand Freek rings the bell and suddenly thunderous rumbling can be heard before the great hall is filled with Freekz of every shape, size, color, creed, walk of life, EVERYONE is represented. Mack crosses his legs as he presses two fingers to the temple of his head like he has a headache.)
Mack McKane: Sierra Williams…is frightened. The entire PWS:Apex Roster is scared…scared of YOU “degenerate punks”.
(There’s a riotous cheer as Mack raises his hand.)
Mack McKane: You see Sierra this? This is TRUE power. You have deemed them Freekz…I have deemed them worthy. I was BORN of your poisoned society and I BREAK my cycle, CONTROL my narrative, and LIBERATE the PWS:APEX World Heavyweight Champion when I pull it from your cold, bloodied hands and thats FINE with me! Because I only “like” you…Sierra. I like Lachlan too! But Lachlan knows…and that’s why he’s trying to warn you. LISTEN to him! Otherwise…your little girls are going to have to sit through another funeral. I’m going to lose my friendship with Lachlan…because you are too stubborn to let go. I’m sure your father would be very proud of you. I swear you this…if you don’t come at me with everything you have? You’ll get the chance to ask him sooner than later. But honestly? If I were him?
…300 days and no RESPECTABLE defenses?...I’d be glad I was dead so I didn’t have to watch you embarrass me trying to be respected as a champion.
(The Freekz cackle…Mattie looks at Mack like that may have been a step too far…Mack holds up his hand and nods his head in realization.)
Mack McKane: We are The Freekz…WE are the Salt of the Earth. And we will not speak ill of the dead…spirits, I apologize. Sierra? I do not. BECAUSE you’re running scared…BECAUSE my writing style on Twitter to depict my accent is all you have to talk about. Because you couldn’t beat CLEO WILLIAMS…*OR* JOHNATHAN SANDERS!?!? And you think…with MY TITLE on the line…you can even come close to handling ME? Love…I’ll gut you from knape to chop and feel NOTHING. I will watch the ripples from your daughter’s tears in the pool of blood I’ve shed from your beautiful neck. Because here…there are very real monsters. I cannot control them…I can only steer them. What they do to YOU lot? Is none o’ my fookin’ concern. I want my title back.
Mattie Cormier: And you are not coming alone.
(Mack turns back to Mattie incredulously)
Mack McKane: Not to ringside love, it’s going to get ugly.
Mattie Cormier: I don’t mean me, silly…
(Mattie produces a late Christmas present.)
Mack McKane: My dearest…you shouldn’t have.
Mattie Cormier: I sold a large painting…that you inspired…I think I can manage to spoil my King every now and then.
(Mattie plays with his hair as he unwraps the bow and opens the box looking from it to Mattie like a kid on Christmas morning as he kisses her passionately.)
Mack McKane: Ohhhhh Sierra…she REALLY…
(Mack tips the box into his hand…and out rolls a Ruby encrusted, perfectly balanced and engraved butterfly knife falls into his hand.)
Mack McKane: …shouldn’t have. AT LAST…
(Mack holds out the butterfly knife up to the celebrating Freekz as he snarls.)
Mack McKane: …my arm is complete again!!! FREEKZ!!! IT’S TIME!!! DON’T LET ANYONE STAND IN OUR WAY!!!
(Mack kisses Mattie’s hand as the celebrating Freekz start barreling out to the trucks as Mack helps Mattie up and twirls her around romantically before tipping her into a kiss. When he pulls back, her eyes are stone, and she coldly states.)
Mattie Cormier: Bring me that Championship.
Mack McKane: Ohhh ho ho…yes MA’AM!!!
(Mack kisses her passionately again as he takes her hand and they start running to their truck as they head towards the arena…one things for sure…someone was gonna bleed. And The Freekz are all roaring to life…in their lusting Crusade of Mack McKane’s triumph.)