So we open up finding Michael McMoney in the ring wearing a white suit and holding a mic, the crowd settling down with their cheers for him.
McMoney: Well you've all seen it, myself and Mack have teamed up just eight days ago and so now were in a new year and I got a guest to come out here and speak to, so without any further ado, come on out my friend.
The view pans over the entrance and we hear the pa come to life with "Slave To The Grind" by Skid Row playing, the crowd going up in a huge ovation as they know who this is. We soon see Daddy Mack step out on stage in jeans and an Ultimate Rebel shirt, his IC Title over his right shoulder, and a smirk on his face. The cheers are deafening and Mack just dances around a bit, heads down the ramp high fiving fans and playing to some hot chicks. Mack gets to the ring and hops up on the apron, steps into the ring circling around with his arms spread wide. He lays his title inf ront of himself and drops down doing his pose. He then grabs his title and pops up on his feet doing a one handed crotch chop. The crowd is still cheering loud and Mack turns to McMoney, the two shake hands as the music dies down.
McMoney: Alright, so here he is, the new Intercontinental Champion and yes, my friend and hell, its no secret, my mentor, the frucking showsteala himself....Daddy Mack!
Another large eruption and Mack looking a bit cocky flashing his smirk and chewing his gum.
McMoney: Ok now, so Mack, ya won that title in a hell of a ladder match last week, my god man, ya still got it, ya still steal the show, but I'm wondering, why not go after the World Title, your Daddy Mack!?
Mack: Well ya know McMoney, ya gotta realize who the hell I am. Ya see, it could be the World belt, it could be any other belt, see, its not what title I hold, its about me cause there ain't nobody who can raise the bar like D-Mack can and that....heh, that's a shoot, son.
The crowd cheering Mack, a lil uneasy from some of them at the cocky words and McMoney just smiling.
McMoney: Well, its hard to argue with ya as ya back it up in the ring, yo-
Mack: I know I do, everyone knows it, I carry the whole goddamn show, I am the whole show and it ain't something catchy to say like that one "cool" cat in extreme land, its the absolute fucking truth about D-Mack. I bust my ass night in and night out, I have reinvented myself more times than you or anyone can fathom, D-Mack is simply the greatest of all time!
Cheering for Mack, but not everyone is cheering and McMoney arches a brow.
McMoney: Again, its hard to argue against what ya say. Now, about us man, were friends and I spoke of it and our recent partnership in that match at Apocalypse. I loved it man, the two of us on the same team again, moving like a treu tag team in the ring, ya know, we could make that another mark in SEF history, we could reunite and reform-
Mack: Hold on a second, are you saying what I think your saying, were you about to say the name I think you were gonna say?
McMoney just smirks now and the crowd cheers. Mack lays his title on his shoulder and holds his arms up in an X, McMoney nodding.
Mack: So ya all want it, you and me McMoney, we could do it, right here....right now!
The crowd cheers and Mack turns side to side with McMoney who is to Mack's right. The two men raise up their arms and Mack jumps up and forward doing a crotch chop, but as he lands he snaps his right leg back and BAM....he nails McMoney with Da Shows Ova knocking him flat on his back and the crowd turns to really a mixed reaction as they love Mack, but damn it, why? Mack picks up his title and stands over McMoney, picks up the mic and raises it up.
Mack: Reunite a group I made, a group in which this sumbitch road my coattails. I had to carry him through it all, his rivalries with Chris Orton, BUD, and much more. Son, you and I ain't gonna reunite, were through. The only way we'll be around each other is if you get the balls enough to come at me for another ass kicking like last year at Wrestle X!
Mack lets the mic drop to the mat and does a crotch chop as "Slave To The Grind" hits the pa. The crowd cheering and booing as Mack smiles smugly and exits the ring. He heads up the ramp ignoring fans reaching for him to incite more boos and soon disappears through the curtain.