Post by Mac Bane on Mar 25, 2014 13:16:44 GMT -5
The one thing you can always count on in Southeast Texas is the weather, you can count on it doing absolutely everything that the local weather guy didn’t mention anything about the night before. Mac Bane watches as the clouds start to roll in from the gulf. He shakes his head as he pulls out the little crown he had made for his niece's doll. “Well, at least this turned out like it was supposed to.”, he remarks to no one in particular as he walks across the yard from his workshop to the house. He stops on the porch where his niece Emma sits waiting, I wouldn’t call it patiently but waiting none the less.
The grey of the clouds passing overhead does nothing to discourage the enthusiasm of the eight year old Emma as she finally has the finished crown for her doll. She beams at her uncle who can only chuckle at her unbridled joy. She squeals with delight as she sets the crown on her doll and it fits perfectly. She begins speaking quickly and as she does the words get faster and higher pitched. “Oh my gosh Uncle Mac, its perfect. Its silver and you even put little gemstones in the crown!” She hops up off the porch and runs into the house and as usual leaves the door standing wide open. He steps up and gently closes the door as the alarm on his phone begins to chime.
He checks the message from “booking@ocw.com”. “Interesting...Craig Adams? Never heard of him, guess I’ll need to do a little research.”. Bane presses a button on the side and the screen goes dark. He jams the phone back in his pocket as his brother comes storming out of the house stopping in front of him. Michaels eyes are on fire as he yells at Mac. “I told you I didn’t want my daughter exposed to your wrestling foolishness Mac, but yet here you are again filling her head with fool ideas!”.
Mac tips his stetson back and studies his brother for a moment, before he can continue and before Mac can respond out walks Rita Bane. Rita is the matriarch of the family and rules it with an iron fist as she is about to demonstrate. She slaps Michael in the back of the head catching him off guard and he stumbles down the steps until Mac catches him and steadies him.
Rita glares at Michael with her hands on her hips. “Let me tell you something boy, you don’t get to dictate what MY granddaughter can and cannot watch under my roof. I’m the one that allows her to watch wrestling, if you have a problem with that then you and I can discuss it like two civilized adults. And why the hell do you blame Mac for everything anyway!?”
Mac looks at his brother and smiles, “Yeah, why do you blame me for everything?” Michael shrugs him off. After he has had a moment to calm himself he finally responds to his mother, “Mom, I want something more for her than to travel up and down the roads as a wrestler, she should feel empowered by education not by what she sees on the internet. And certainly not by what she sees this knucklehead do.”
Mac has heard enough as his temper begins to rise, his brother though knows the warning signs and steps away. “Don’t ever insult what I do for a living little man, I would just knock your teeth down your throat but I want to know what brought all this on? Why are you so angry about Emma watching wrestling?”.
Little Emma Bane comes out of the house with her doll, its crown sitting atop its brunette hair. It now wears a sash across its little body. Mac and Michael stop as Mac looks at the doll. He smiles a broad smile at his niece, “Emma have you changed your dolly’s name?”. She beams at her Uncle Mac and nods her head with an emphatic yes. “Yes sir, her name is Bobbie now.” With that she skips back into the house.
Mac looks at his brother with a smirk, “So, you got mad at me because you thought she idolized Bobbinette Carey because of me? I haven’t even met the woman.”
Michael feeling very sheepish because his outburst stares at his shoes for a moment. Rita smiles at Mac and then looks at Michael, “I guess my work here is done. You should be ashamed Michael William Bane!”. With that she wheels around and walks back toward the front door which she notices was left open, “Who keeps leaving this damn door standing wide open?!”
A meek voice can be heard from farther inside the house, “sorry grandma.”. Rita closes the door behind her as she walks in.
Mac lays a hand on his brother’s shoulder, “Look Mike, you don’t have to like what I do for a living, you don’t have to like any of it. This is my choice and I’m not condoning or encouraging Emma to follow in my footsteps. I would rather she follow in her mom’s to be honest about it.”.
Michael shakes his head with a sigh, “I just don’t understand why she is so enamoured with the wrestling industry. What is it about what you do that is such a huge draw to her?”
Mac pulls his stetson back down and looks at his brother, “It’s not about what I do in the ring big boy, its about what the girls are doing in the ring these days. Women like Miss Carey are empowered by their own drive and ambition. Have you ever watched one single wrestling program in your life?”.
Still looking at his shoes Michael responds, “No, I can’t say that I have.”. He looks up, back toward the house and sighs again. Before he can walk away Mac strengthens the grip on his shoulder, “Take the time to watch it with your daughter, allow her to be the teacher for a change. Let her show you why she is so excited about the product that we produce. More importantly, watch how she reacts to certain wrestlers and how the crowd reacts to them. That is a huge factor for me, how the crowd responds to me, it pumps me up. It makes me just as excited to be out there fighting for them as it is for them to watch me.”.
Mac releases his shoulder and allows his brother to walk back toward the door. He reaches for the door knob and turns it, “You know, I have always been jealous of that. I never had the nerve to say it before but I can now. You have it all Mac. You always have.”
Mac studies his brother briefly before responding, “No sir, you have a daughter who thinks you hung the moon and a wife who is convinced of it. I’d say that you were jealous of the wrong guy.”
With that Michael Bane walks into the house, stopping only long enough to shut the door behind him, no sense in getting Rita fired up again. Mac turns back toward the cameras and smiles that toothy smile he is known for once again ‘cause its promo time.
“Well here we are OCdub, time for my debut match with Craig Adams. He’s kind of a dark, brooding fella ain’t he?”
Bane sighs and shakes his head.
“I’ve seen it far too many times, dark brooding guy is going to change the world starting with plug in the name of any promotion around. And he is going to do it in the most dark and twisted fashion possible. Regardless of what anyone has to say, he is going to change the way the fans see everything.”
Bane tips the brim of his black Stetson back on his head.
“Bullshit! And that is exactly what the fan base of OCdub chants every time they see a promo by these types of wrestlers. The fans are not stupid, the fanbase today is very educated about our business and everything that goes on inside of it. So you go ahead and play the boogie man and I’ll show you why these great fans love what I do so much. Because what I do, I do for them. At the end of the night I want them to go home with a sense that they got what they paid for. That the hard earned dollars that they shelled out for the show was all worth it.”.
Bane draws the brim back down to eye level.
“I’ll see you soon, you can bring whoever and whatever you want to the ring with ya little man, I’ll just bring Victoria and we’ll see how it works out.”
Bane picks up the fifteen pound sledgehammer that was leaning up against the column by the front door and rests it on his shoulder. As the camera zooms in on the head of the hammer something is chiseled into it. As the camera comes in closer you can see “Victoria” is etched into the metal.
Scene fades.
The grey of the clouds passing overhead does nothing to discourage the enthusiasm of the eight year old Emma as she finally has the finished crown for her doll. She beams at her uncle who can only chuckle at her unbridled joy. She squeals with delight as she sets the crown on her doll and it fits perfectly. She begins speaking quickly and as she does the words get faster and higher pitched. “Oh my gosh Uncle Mac, its perfect. Its silver and you even put little gemstones in the crown!” She hops up off the porch and runs into the house and as usual leaves the door standing wide open. He steps up and gently closes the door as the alarm on his phone begins to chime.
He checks the message from “booking@ocw.com”. “Interesting...Craig Adams? Never heard of him, guess I’ll need to do a little research.”. Bane presses a button on the side and the screen goes dark. He jams the phone back in his pocket as his brother comes storming out of the house stopping in front of him. Michaels eyes are on fire as he yells at Mac. “I told you I didn’t want my daughter exposed to your wrestling foolishness Mac, but yet here you are again filling her head with fool ideas!”.
Mac tips his stetson back and studies his brother for a moment, before he can continue and before Mac can respond out walks Rita Bane. Rita is the matriarch of the family and rules it with an iron fist as she is about to demonstrate. She slaps Michael in the back of the head catching him off guard and he stumbles down the steps until Mac catches him and steadies him.
Rita glares at Michael with her hands on her hips. “Let me tell you something boy, you don’t get to dictate what MY granddaughter can and cannot watch under my roof. I’m the one that allows her to watch wrestling, if you have a problem with that then you and I can discuss it like two civilized adults. And why the hell do you blame Mac for everything anyway!?”
Mac looks at his brother and smiles, “Yeah, why do you blame me for everything?” Michael shrugs him off. After he has had a moment to calm himself he finally responds to his mother, “Mom, I want something more for her than to travel up and down the roads as a wrestler, she should feel empowered by education not by what she sees on the internet. And certainly not by what she sees this knucklehead do.”
Mac has heard enough as his temper begins to rise, his brother though knows the warning signs and steps away. “Don’t ever insult what I do for a living little man, I would just knock your teeth down your throat but I want to know what brought all this on? Why are you so angry about Emma watching wrestling?”.
Little Emma Bane comes out of the house with her doll, its crown sitting atop its brunette hair. It now wears a sash across its little body. Mac and Michael stop as Mac looks at the doll. He smiles a broad smile at his niece, “Emma have you changed your dolly’s name?”. She beams at her Uncle Mac and nods her head with an emphatic yes. “Yes sir, her name is Bobbie now.” With that she skips back into the house.
Mac looks at his brother with a smirk, “So, you got mad at me because you thought she idolized Bobbinette Carey because of me? I haven’t even met the woman.”
Michael feeling very sheepish because his outburst stares at his shoes for a moment. Rita smiles at Mac and then looks at Michael, “I guess my work here is done. You should be ashamed Michael William Bane!”. With that she wheels around and walks back toward the front door which she notices was left open, “Who keeps leaving this damn door standing wide open?!”
A meek voice can be heard from farther inside the house, “sorry grandma.”. Rita closes the door behind her as she walks in.
Mac lays a hand on his brother’s shoulder, “Look Mike, you don’t have to like what I do for a living, you don’t have to like any of it. This is my choice and I’m not condoning or encouraging Emma to follow in my footsteps. I would rather she follow in her mom’s to be honest about it.”.
Michael shakes his head with a sigh, “I just don’t understand why she is so enamoured with the wrestling industry. What is it about what you do that is such a huge draw to her?”
Mac pulls his stetson back down and looks at his brother, “It’s not about what I do in the ring big boy, its about what the girls are doing in the ring these days. Women like Miss Carey are empowered by their own drive and ambition. Have you ever watched one single wrestling program in your life?”.
Still looking at his shoes Michael responds, “No, I can’t say that I have.”. He looks up, back toward the house and sighs again. Before he can walk away Mac strengthens the grip on his shoulder, “Take the time to watch it with your daughter, allow her to be the teacher for a change. Let her show you why she is so excited about the product that we produce. More importantly, watch how she reacts to certain wrestlers and how the crowd reacts to them. That is a huge factor for me, how the crowd responds to me, it pumps me up. It makes me just as excited to be out there fighting for them as it is for them to watch me.”.
Mac releases his shoulder and allows his brother to walk back toward the door. He reaches for the door knob and turns it, “You know, I have always been jealous of that. I never had the nerve to say it before but I can now. You have it all Mac. You always have.”
Mac studies his brother briefly before responding, “No sir, you have a daughter who thinks you hung the moon and a wife who is convinced of it. I’d say that you were jealous of the wrong guy.”
With that Michael Bane walks into the house, stopping only long enough to shut the door behind him, no sense in getting Rita fired up again. Mac turns back toward the cameras and smiles that toothy smile he is known for once again ‘cause its promo time.
“Well here we are OCdub, time for my debut match with Craig Adams. He’s kind of a dark, brooding fella ain’t he?”
Bane sighs and shakes his head.
“I’ve seen it far too many times, dark brooding guy is going to change the world starting with plug in the name of any promotion around. And he is going to do it in the most dark and twisted fashion possible. Regardless of what anyone has to say, he is going to change the way the fans see everything.”
Bane tips the brim of his black Stetson back on his head.
“Bullshit! And that is exactly what the fan base of OCdub chants every time they see a promo by these types of wrestlers. The fans are not stupid, the fanbase today is very educated about our business and everything that goes on inside of it. So you go ahead and play the boogie man and I’ll show you why these great fans love what I do so much. Because what I do, I do for them. At the end of the night I want them to go home with a sense that they got what they paid for. That the hard earned dollars that they shelled out for the show was all worth it.”.
Bane draws the brim back down to eye level.
“I’ll see you soon, you can bring whoever and whatever you want to the ring with ya little man, I’ll just bring Victoria and we’ll see how it works out.”
Bane picks up the fifteen pound sledgehammer that was leaning up against the column by the front door and rests it on his shoulder. As the camera zooms in on the head of the hammer something is chiseled into it. As the camera comes in closer you can see “Victoria” is etched into the metal.
Scene fades.