Post by jim on Sept 11, 2024 20:50:24 GMT -5
{The Bane Ranch-Las Vegas, NV- “The Black Wolf Hunts Again”}
[on-camera]
[9/10/2024 - 11:00 PM]
The scene opens in an area that is well known to those who have followed Mac and Amber for any length of time. The back patio of the main house, the firepit going as it’s late at night. I watch the fire burn, its flames dancing every so slightly with the rise and fall of the breeze. I sat with Amber, just enjoying the quiet, nothing but the sound of the cicadas reverberating off the walls. The dogs were all around us, enjoying the warmth of the fire and only making an occasional grunt as one of them rolled over. I smiled down at Kuyon, who lay at Amber’s feet as he always did in the evenings.
Amber: What time is your flight?
Mac: tomorrow afternoon at three-thirty.
Amber: You’re not having second thoughts about coming out of retirement are you?
I almost snorted when I laughed, causing her to smile.
Amber: Good, I won’t have to tell Kyra that she has no competition for that world title then.
I smiled and winked at her. She knew how much winning the next world title meant to me personally. She was the same when she was active, that world title caused us to do things we wouldn’t ordinarily do.
Mac: You know me well enough to know, that she and I will both have our hands full. There’s a part of me that hopes it comes down to me and her, but not likely unless we incapacitate some people, that could happen though.
I scratched at my beard and smiled.
Amber: I saw that you had your bags packed already, you in a hurry or something?
I chuckled, knowing she never misses anything, no detail is too small for her to pick up on it.
Mac: No, but I do have to take care of a couple of things tomorrow before my flight.
She nodded knowing that I had been doing some bounty work for the county to keep myself active and busy.
Amber: The black wolf hunts again.
I smiled at her and simply nodded.
Fade.
{Hawthorne Grill - outskirts of Las Vegas, NV - “The Gentleman Wolf”}
[off-camera]
[9/11/2024 -10 AM]
My old Chevy Silverado coasted into the parking lot of the Hawthorne Grill, I had killed the engine in hopes of not drawing attention to myself. All three men would be here based on the information I had received from a local lowlife I had run into on the strip a few days ago. “Silver” as he was known to local law enforcement had been a reliable informant over the years, and I had used him occasionally as well. Once you got past the terrible body odor he was not a bad dude. The three bounties I was chasing were three brothers from New Jersey. They were ex-cons with a reputation for assaulting folks for no reason. I found that amusing because it reminded me of…well me. I had the same reputation in the industry.
The bell above the door dinged as I walked in, I saw them immediately, they either didn’t see me or recognized me since there was no reaction at all. In my experience, that was a telltale sign of being set up by an informant. Time would tell the tale though, I don’t have a retreat mode, I’ve always faced things head-on without regard for the consequences. Today would be no different, I waited to be seated and watched the three men. I was seated behind them and off to the left of the oldest brother, Chad. He was an interesting fella, a PhD in physics, and currently wanted as were his brothers for the attempted rape and murder of a young college student. Nothing enraged me more than these types of bounties, you wouldn’t understand unless you had a daughter of your own. So, I would continue to wait, ordering a sweet tea and nachos for an appetizer, knowing full well that I would never get to have the meatloaf that I had also ordered. I happened to glance out the window I was sitting near and saw “Silver” get out of his old beater of a car. He had a ‘78 Ford Ltd that he drove around. He didn’t see me though and I went to the bathroom so I could watch him and see what he did.
I knew exactly where that little snake would go and I was not disappointed, as he made straight to their table. I could hear him from where I stood.
Silver: You don’t understand Chad, The Black Wolf is hunting you and your brothers. I wouldn’t have ever sent him here if I knew you were going to be here!
Chad: Then we add his pelt to our wall.
I dialed Silver’s burner phone and watched as he looked at it and turned a deathly shade of pale. He showed them my phone and they went outside to look for me, checking the parking lot. Which gave me enough time to get to Silver.
Mac Bane: Bad move, Silver.
He shrieked as I punched him in the mouth, and then it was a simple matter of ziptying his hands behind his back. I had already called the situation into local authorities and, they were en route to my location. They would be running silent to not disturb our quarry. I could see the boys still in the parking lot looking for me. The youngest brother, David, who was nothing more than a thug, went around the corner of the building. I decided to meet him as I went out the pick-up exit. He saw me and started to run but the taser changed his mind as the voltage coursed through his body. He fell unconscious and I bound him in a similar fashion that I had with Silver. I ducked back inside and could see that Silver was still out on the floor. Out the window, I could see the unmarked squad cars start to roll into the parking lot. No lights flashing or sirens wailing. Chad and his middle brother, Jason, didn’t realize who it was until it was too late. The officers swarmed them and had them cuffed quickly.
It didn’t take long before the captain came in smiling and extended his hand in friendship.
Captain Sparks: Excellent work as always, Mac. No casualties is a bonus, plus most of these people dining didn’t even know what was going on.
Mac Bane: A pleasure cap, I hope these boys stay convicted this time and don’t see the light of day.
The captain held up his phone and scrolled something quickly and then smiled again.
Captain Sparks: Check your deposits when you get time, if anything looks off let me know.
Mac Bane: I’m sure it’s fine, the important thing is that all four of these scumbags are being arrested.
Fade.
{37000 feet in the air - Flight to LA- “Heroes”}
[off-camera]
My flight had boarded without incident and I sat in my assigned place on the plane without comment or small talk with any of the other passengers. I sat next to the window, a young man sat next to me, he might have been thirteen. His mother sat on the aisle, while I stared out the window. My mind was racing, trying to remember if I grabbed everything I would need on this trip. I was trying really hard to ignore the kid seated next to me, he was star struck and a babbling child was not what I needed for the next four hours. I could hear his mom laugh under her breath as he continued to stare. I finally looked over at him and smiled. I held out a hand to shake his.
Mac: Hi, I’m Mac.
The kids eyes went wild and as big as saucers as he shook my hand like a pump handle. He had a good grip for his age and fired off something in rapid fire.
Kid: Hi, I’m Jordan, and I’m a big fan, is wrestling real, do you ever get hurt, do you really hit people….
And the questions went on and on and on.
Mac: Slow down bud, it’s a pleasure to meet you Jordan.
I waited for him and he finally breathed. Before he could relaunch I replied to his questions.
Mac: The answer to those questions is yes.
Jordan: Mr. Bane, thank you for answering my questions, I’ll try not to be a pain or a pest.
Obviously something his mother had whispered to him and I smiled and nodded along.
Mac: There’s nothing wrong with asking questions, Jordan, it’s how we learn things. You can ask me anything you’d like to.
This would be a statement I would come to regret as he launched into full on internet journalist mode. He asked about everything from Amber to the dogs to my relationship with Ken and Kyra Davison. He even asked me if I thought that their daughter was old enough to go on a date with him.
Mac: Now, you have to understand that Adina is quiet young and not of dating age. Maybe if you talk to her dad and mom when you’re older but for right now, as her uncle I’m going to tell you no.
Jordan: Well that sucks, I think she’s super cute.
Mac: Yes, she’s a cute kid, her family is very glad you noticed.
His mother lay her hand on his forearm to forestall any more questions and I only smiled.
Jordan: Are you still a bad guy or have you gone back to being a good guy? You’re one of my heroes, ya know?
Mac: Well Jordan, I’m just me. I tend to treat people the same way they treat me. Does that make sense?
He nodded his head vigorously affirming he understood and his mom mouthed the words “Thank You” to me and all was right for a young fan who just had so many questions and suggestions for an old man. It really did help me and stopped my scattered thoughts for a while.
{Cholo’s - Los Angeles, CA - “My Hunger>Your Ego”}
[On-Camera]
The best time to go to Cholo’s is after the lunch rush is over and they are getting things ready for the evening’s activities. I’ve been to L.A. quite a lot over my career and the food is always amazing. It was time to cut a promo for AAW and I was feeling confident about this match. I may have been away from the business for a few months, but that doesn’t mean I’ve become kinder to those I face. No matter who they are. So, I took out my phone and began recording….
A good number of people I’ve heard of before but don’t know well are in this match, and then there are others that I know very very well. The Jaw Dropper, Kyra Davison for example, or as I like to call her, the little ball of hate. I know her better than the others in this match combined. She and I have a history, some good, some bad, but mostly good. To her kids, I’m Uncle Mac, to her husband I’m a brother. She and I have had some wars, that’s for sure, we’ve beat the ever loving shit out of each other. Now, that was a long time ago to be sure, if you’ve never wrestled in that promotion in Baltimore you wouldn’t understand the process of getting to know people. Don’t mistake her size for a weakness, she’ll fuck you up. Love Ya Kyra, we’ll do what we have to and won’t hate each other when the match is over.
I wink at the camera, so she knows that I’ll hold no grudges against her, no matter what. T.J. Alexander was another story though, that dude has a mouth on him and never knows when to shut up. There were times I still missed that damn warehouse in Baltimore.
TJ is an interesting cat, I’ve faced him a couple of times and beat him, those matches were not even competitive. I’m sure like most, he believes that this time will be different. They all do, up until it’s not. It’s just human nature to believe that lightening can’t strike twice, let alone 3 times in the same place.
I roll my eyes when I think of Nickie and his bullshit, this dude believes he’s the greatest thing since Betty White. Even sliced bread isn’t greater than Betty.
Nickie Douche, well he thinks he’s something special but a lot of people in this business do. Where I come from, we have a saying about this business. There are those who are humble, and those who are about to be. Maybe you should consider being authentic and not a rip-off of a ripoff.
That made the transition to the next loser easy, Blade is no different than that douchebag Douche.
Speaking of which, John Blade is the king of that shit. Blade works for virtually every company that will let him hang out for a cup of coffee. Then he won’t win a major title and take his leave, it’s pathetic really but he keeps doing the same thing over and over again expecting a different result. Guess what, John? It's not going to happen for you this time either.
Now to a explain a few things to the masses.
Axel Shaw is known to me, as is Misery and Anthony King. The reason I know of them is because I pay attention to the business at a holistic level. For the uneducated, holistic means I see the business as a whole and how everything is interconnected.
Now to a guy I could have a little respect for, especially since his philosophy is not so different from my own.
Axel is not that different from me, in the fact that inside that ring he’s ruthless. We also have similar backgrounds as to what we did before we were involved in Wrestling. Pit fighting, blood sport style fights, not everyone gets to walk away, do they?
Another fighter and no stranger to the carnage that can be unleashed, I kinda like this dude, he reminds me of an old friend of mine.
Misery, this guy is impressive, one hell of an athlete and certainly not someone to be taken lightly. News Flash - I don’t take anyone lightly.
Ah, yes the king of nothing is next. He had to know that people will target that b.s. He put in his bio
Anthony King is a guy who’s had a tough life, no tougher than anyone else I can assure you of that. His bio screams I want your sympathy, you’ll find none in the ring. The only place you’ll find sympathy is in the dictionary between shit and syphilis.
Now came the fun part, to explain to almost everyone why they have no fucking chance in this match. I fully expected the final four to be me, Kyra, Shaw, and Douche but hard to say until the bell rings.
Then there is me, if you’ve been hiding under a rock and don’t know who I am, allow me to introduce myself. I am an eighteen time world champion, over the past three years, I have won a world title five times. Many will say shit about me being old and just holding the younger talent back but that’s just white noise. If you can beat me then you’re not being held back are ya? This will be my first sanctioned match since April, I had thought that I had nothing left to prove or do. I got this call though and found out some of my family was coming here, so shit let’s mix it up a bit. My most recent successes were in WGWF and SCW respectively, although I realize that none of you care about that. My warnings and advice won’t quite sink in until you get inside that ring with me. Then at that point, it will be too late, friend or foe, the prize is in sight and I will not stop until I have yet another world title around my waist. A lot has to happen before that though, this is no normal match. Pin a dumbass and go to a holding cell, got it. Then fight for a briefcase, yeah, I've been there and done that before.
A feral smile spreads across my lips as I get ready to wrap this up. I remember all too well how chaotic these matches can be. Alliances rise and fall within a split second. Respect doesn’t even become a variable in the equation and that suited me just fine.
I’ve been in an eight man match for a world title before, ask Ken Davison how that went for the other seven people. To make a long story short, I beat them all. So, needless to say, this is not my first rodeo with high stakes. While others stumble around in confusion, I thrive in that environment. My focus is sharp and my goals are clear, now it’s time to do what I do best. Whip all your asses and leave with the prize that you all covet so much. Nothing feels as good as taking something from someone who doesn’t deserve it, or carrying it the way it should be. You’ll never be as hungry as the gentleman wolf.
Fade.