Ice Cold Morning After Road to Glory

[Nate Mac]

Nate Mac is in his apartment alternating heat and ice in between a tense unit 20 minute sessions. His body bruised, scratched and a couple first and second degree burns on his back from the Road to Glory Ascendi match against Matteo, The Last Blacksmith, or Ponyboy as Nate Mac affectionately refers to him.

 

Mac thinks back to the match and a Sinister grin forms on his fuzzy face. Last night he had the match of his career, going deep into his old hardcore and high flying early years of his career, and the fact he can still launch himself over the top rope to afflict pain, is a dream come true. Old Injuries That almost ended his career resurface, but Mac whispers Laughing so not To aggravate his Pain levels That was fun. Worth it.

 

Mac sits up and slowly gets up and gingerly walking, grabs a beer and his pain meds and bottoms up. Thinking to himself how he feels he won the battle, he broke TLB down to Matteo and made him rediscover the monster within, which was his goal, to bring back the monster. He has future plans for Matteo, when he least expects it. He wants to fight the monster, he needs to kill the monster, not a broken vessel. The thought of all the things he did to Matteo and laughs again, this time out load, ignoring the pain.

 

Iceman I really got into his head, I’m the best at getting into their heads, it’s so easy; I bet that idiot thinks he won. Like I have said since the beginning, they don’t know me now, but they won’t ever forget the day they ever thought about getting in the ring with the Iceman. They underestimated me from the beginning, but ooooh yeah I feel the rage, the madness, the call of the wild pumping through my heart and veins, the wild wolf has come to hunt because, everyone is afraid to get in the ring. That’s why I am the Only Nate that Matters. People want to fight the other Nate, him, they don’t want no part of this, Fuggin punks.

 

Nate Mac I hear all this bullshit “I’m the best, a legend, so tough, yada yada.” Maybe I should start doing open challenges like everyone else. Because I sure as hell can’t find someone who wants to go to war with the Iceman Nate Fuggin Mac. I might just pick and choose, maybe I’ll just go to the Combat Center and whoever is there, just beat the shit out of them and see what happens. Who can keep a wild wolf away? No one. No one is untouchable, no one.

 

Mac slams the rest of his beer then grabs another one and starts the journey to day drinking and smoking, grabs the remote, and catches a Rocky Marathon and sets the remote down.

 

Mac and there it is, right on time, looks like I’m booked for the day, they even got the Creed movies, shiiiit. Bout to turn my phone off right now.

 

Just as Mac says that, his phone rings, Mac reluctantly answers.

 

Caller By god I knew it. You wouldn’t be able to beat him, you think too highly of yourself there Mr. Meltdown. If only you had someone who was in your corner, too late.

 

Nate just hangs up, he doesn’t want to talk to Saul Freeman, it kills his vibe. Lighting a bong, Mac clears it then releases a cloud of smoke followed by smoke rings.

 

Mac Let the good times roll.