Post by Mac Bane on Nov 28, 2012 14:13:00 GMT -4
“A choice to be made…”
{Port Arthur, Texas – Tuesday 6 P.M.}
The bay windows at the front of the Bane house stand wide open allowing the fall breeze free reign, with the bedroom windows in the back of the house standing open a beautiful cross breeze flows easily through the home. The setting sun bathes the front room in a glow of pale sunlight that is slowly disappearing as the sun makes its way to the other side of the world to start their day. Mac Bane sits on the left end of the couch with a photo album in his lap that hardly hides the ripped up jeans he wears. He stares from the album to the hat rack that stands in the corner where his Stetson is the only resident. Then shaking his head he buttons up his denim shirt for a little added warmth for the increasing chill as the sun goes down. A deep booming voice comes from the murk…
“Now those were the good old days weren’t they Mac!?”
Bane looks up at Buck as he comes in from the kitchen with a tray full of sandwiches grinning from ear to ear. Mac shakes his head giving Gooch a bemused smile.
Buck – What? Joanne said we were still growing boys?
Mac – Did she now?
Bane laughs at his friend who must have had to bribe Bane’s cousin with his first born in order to get that much food from her kitchen.
Mac – I’m surprised she let you have that much food from her kitchen, that would feed every employee we have for a couple of days.
From the kitchen you can hear a crash followed by a string of profanity that would make a sailor cringe as Gooch tries to hand the tray to Mac who refuses it.
Mac – No sir, you made that bed now you’ll have to lie in it.
Joanne Bane comes storming into the living room like Hulk Hogan when he is “hulking up” points at Buck and shouts….
Joanne Bane – You!
Buck sets the tray down and places his hands up in a placating gesture trying to calm the fiery red head down.
Buck – Now Joanne, don’t go losing your temper…I’m sorry…I got hungry….
In mid rant Joanne stops on a dime and smiles a devastating smile that would bring most men to their knees, but not Buck. Gooch simply returns the smile and waits.
Joanne Bane – Ok Buck, I thought it was that other one there that did that.
And with that she spins around and leaves as quickly as she arrived, leaving the boys laughing, both knowing that Joanne has had a crush on Buck since they were 13 years old. They had discovered when they were teens that Buck, Mac and Joanne had come from three different branches of the family. Their Grandfathers had been brothers and they were as thick as thieves growing up. When they were freshman in High School Buck had come to live with the Banes. All Mac ever knew was that there was trouble at the Gooch house and this was the safest place for him. After Bane’s parents had died before the beginning of his Junior year he returned with Buck to Arkansas where they graduated together. So you see although they are cousins they were raised as brothers, and to understand that relationship you have to go back to where it all began.
The scene fades as we transition to the memories of Mac Bane…
{Port Arthur, Texas – July 1992}
Two-a-days is as much a part of Texas football as the one hundred degree weather is, today is no different as young men show up for practice for the first time. Its seven a.m. and it’s already eighty five degrees, this is where the coaches find out who can be molded and who cannot. This is just the first practice of the day and already a quarter of the young men have fallen out with heat stress and some from simple dehydration. It is a brutal way to start your campaign to be the next football legend in Port Arthur, a city with a strong football tradition, where failure is not an option.
The transition from 8th grade football to high school football can be equated to the going from high school football to college. The game and the players are so much faster and stronger, some cannot make the transition and decide or have it decided for them that this is not a sport for them. Its not a matter of fairness, it’s a matter of who the coaches think they can trust with the future of the school, their team and their reputations not only as leaders but as judges of talent. The weeks go by until they are finally in pads and the coaches are trying to figure out who will play what position. Mac had played defensive end in junior high school and is expecting nothing to change. He had set a school record with 12 sacks and four forced fumbles along with 3 interceptions. His cousin Buck had just transferred to Port Arthur from Arkansas. He had never played organized football before but his strength and agility were quickly impressing the staff and now they just had to figure out where was best to use him.
“He’s too big to play linebacker…guard maybe?”
The assistant coaching staff ponders the question of Coach Van Pelt as a scuffle breaks out among the players. As usual Mac Bane is in the middle of someone’s business popping him in the chest and shouting at him at the top of his lungs.
“You screw with my family and you screw with me boy!”
A Junior in High School, Larry Parker was not accustomed to a Freshman calling him out or laying hands on him for that matter. None of that mattered to Mac, he had made the decision that no one would tease his cousin or harm his family, not ever!
Buck Gooch steps up in between the young man and his cousin Mac and calmly says to him….
Buck – “Don’t worry Mac, I can handle my own. Larry there just forgot the rules of engagement.
Bane smirks at Gooch as Parker has removed his helmet to get in the face of Buck.
Larry – is that a fact!?
Buck smiles at the smaller boy even at age 13 Gooch is over 6 feet tall and nearly 300 pounds. Buck has kept his helmet on and grins at him as Parker realizes his mistake, but too late Gooch grabs him by the “V” in the practice uniform and head butts him!
Buck – that’s right Parker, the rules of engagement…never mistake my calmness or lack of words for acceptance of what you say, never mistake my kindness or show of respect of others as weakness and most importantly if you start trouble with me….never, ever take your helmet off.
With that Gooch lets go of the young man and he slumps to the ground.
Coach Van Pelt – I’ll be damned….defensive end….
Assistant Coach Mcaffee – What do we do with Bane then?
A smile crosses the coaches face as he says it….
Coach Van Pelt – Middle Line Backer….those cousins will wreak havoc on offenses for the next four years.
Coach Van Pelt had been right about that, Mac and Buck ruled the football field over the next two seasons. They only played half the season on the Freshman team before being moved up to Junior Varsity and then on the roster for Varsity just in time for the play offs that first year.
Scene fades
*****
{Port Arthur, Texas – May 1994}
It’s the last school day of the year, all the final exams have been taken with Gooch and Bane getting ready for Summer. This is just a blow off day and all the kids know it, things are very relaxed as teachers let the kids pretty much do what they want to. Every class is like a study hall today and so it was no great surprise when Mr. Franks the principal of the school wandered in and spoke briefly with the teacher Ms. Gatling who motioned for Mac to come to the front of the class. Bane glanced over his shoulder at Gooch who only shrugged as he went out into the hallway. Robert Franks laid his big hands on Mac’s shoulders and with a tear in his eyes told him what he had come to say.
Robert Franks – Son, I’m sorry to have to be the one to tell you this…the police just found your mom and dad’s car in a ditch in Jasper….I am so sorry….
If he had said anything else Mac didn’t hear it, he vaguely remembered Buck and Mr. Franks guiding him down the hall to his office where Mac sat in shock for the next hour. This was the day that cemented the friendship or brotherhood of Mac and Buck. It has always been the one thing that Mac thought that could not be taken from him. His cousin had stayed by his side through everything, through the anger, the anguish…the rage of a grieving teenage boy who had no outlet other than sports. The problem was that this was the off season so that left only drinking and fighting. Buck didn’t approve of either which lead to many fist fights between the two, Buck got the better of Mac every time but was never happy about it. He knew that Mac just needed to release his anger and it was the only way he knew how. Before the start of their Junior year a phone call came for Gooch letting him know it was now ok to come home to the family farm once again. As usual their Grandmother Rita Bane was prepared to set their paths. Mac had been helping Buck pack up everything for the long trip back to Arkansas when they heard the door creak open, as is always the case Rita Bane enters a room and everyone stops what they are doing.
Rita Bane – Well, well, well…what are you two up to?
Both boys grin knowing full well she knew what they were up to.
Mac – well, I thought I would help Buck pack….
Rita nods her head thoughtfully and smiles sweetly at her grandson.
Rita Bane – And where is your bag Mac?
He looks first at her and then back at Buck who only grins foolishly as he often did when Mac didn’t understand things that anyone should be able to see.
Mac – But…
Rita Bane – Oh honey….its all been arranged you will be going to Arkansas with Buck to stay for a while. There is too much pain for you here right now, you need to go somewhere that doesn’t hold all of these memories….someplace new and different.
She watches as the young man tries to hold himself in check but the tears flow anyway and she pulls him close to her so he can let it out. It was now time for him to grieve and grieve he did.
Scene fades…
{Arkansas – Gooch Farm – Present day}
Winter has set in as we approach the end of November; with every breath that Bane takes he can see it. As he looks around the Gooch place he can see a layer of frost that covers everything, nothing is unaffected by the biting cold that seems to penetrate even the thickest of jackets. He pulls the Stetson down lower and the collar of his black leather duster up higher to ward off the cold. In the distance a squad car rumbles across the cattle guard.
Mac – well I wonder what big John wants….
The squad car comes a stop about fifteen feet from where Bane stands and he shrugs and walks up to it as Sherriff John Mclaren steps out of his car.
Sherriff John Mclaren – Mac, son I have some bad news for you and Buck, that idiot Josey Joffrion wants to press charges.
Without a word Bane sticks his hands out for the Sherriff to put the cuffs on him but Mclaren shakes his head indicating no that wont do.
Sherriff John Mclaren – No Mac, he wants to press charges against Buck.
Bane arches an eyebrow in response to that.
Mac – I don’t think I’d like that much.
Sherriff John Mclaren – Neither would I, Hell Mac the three of us have been friends since High School. But the problem is that Buck is the property owner, and when someone gets hurt on someone elses property the owner is liable.
Bane hands the Sherriff a document that he had removed from his pocket.
Sherriff John Mclaren – What’s this?
Mac – A permit to trap and kill Coyotes.
A smile slowly spreads across the Sherriff’s face, he tries to fight the impulse to laugh but he cannot and it eventually over takes him.
Mac – Unless I am mistaken the property lines haven’t changed in the last 20 years right?
Sherriff John Mclaren – correct.
Mac – You tell Josey that if he will drop these bogus charges I wont have Buck press charges for Tresspassing and vandalism or what ever else you can help come up with.
Sherriff John Mclaren – Oh I can help you come up with quite a lot.
Bane lifts his coffee cup in salute to his old friend.
Mac – I know you can John, I know you can. Want a cup of coffee?
Sherriff John Mclaren sighs with regret as he starts to turn and go.
Sherriff John Mclaren – Wish I could Mac, would love to catch up with you boys on what you have been up to but I have to investigate a domestic dispute.
Bane smiles behind his coffee cup as he takes a sip. He lowers it.
Mac – Zach and Liz again?
Sherriff John Mclaren – Yes sir, she doesn’t care for the amount of time he spends on the internet and so she yanked the cable from the wall.
Mac – Tell Zach I said to quit surfing porn.
Big John begins laughing as he sits in the driver’s seat of his car.
Sherriff John Mclaren – According to the report that wasn’t what he was doing…something called an efed…ever heard of that?
Bane snorts shaking his head.
Mac – yeah its kind of like fantasy football…but not…never mind takes too long to explain.
Bane watches the car pull away as a warm draft of air hits the back of his neck bringing the smell of bacon with it and he smiles.
Mac – Annabelle you know you are on bed rest and shouldn’t be up moving around much less making breakfast for everyone.
He turns around slowly knowing what he will see and is not disappointed when he sees Annabelle Gooch standing there nostrils flaring, hands on her hips. She points a finger at him.
Annabelle Gooch – You don’t need to worry about that Macentyre Alexander Bane, you just need to get in here and eat breakfast…knuckle head.
Bane puts his hands up in the air in mock surrender and doesn’t say a word, he goes inside and sits down as he was told to do.
Scene fades….
As the scene opens not much has changed as the camera pans. The temperature has not rose above freezing and so everything is still covered in frost. Bane is not in his usual spot as we watch him pace back and forth in front of the front porch as Buck sits on the porch sipping on something warm and watching Bane pace. Bane suddenly stops and pivots using the balls of his feet and faces Buck.
Mac – Are you certain that this is a path you want to take?
Buck – Mac, I don’t see any other way to be honest about it and no I’m not sure…
Bane hangs his head and sighs obviously exasperated over his tag team partner not really getting it.
Mac – I don’t think you really understand what is involved in taking something like this on. Once you start this there won’t be any turning back. I know you need the money son but this?
Buck – I don’t think you really understand my situation Mac….
Bane holds up his hands forestalling any further argument on the subject.
Mac – Look, we are family and have been best friends since we were 13 years old, this is not something you can take on by yourself. Annabelle is like a baby sister to me and if I catch Josey anywhere near the house again you may have to come bail me out. But know this, once you start this it will be like every bad mafia movie you ever saw…there will be no escaping it and no turning back.
Buck – I do understand that mac, I just don’t see any way around it.
Mac – Okay, why don’t you go call Shadow, I know you guys have been talking, maybe he would like to be the first.
Buck grins that goofy grin of his and goes back into the house to make a call leaving Bane to himself.
Mac – This is really the first opportunity I have had to talk about the draft and The Sons of the South being moved to OverDrive. I am very well pleased with that, Hell you could say I’m ecstatic about it. What I am happiest about is in our debut match we face Envikado. I could do what is expected be respectful and sing their praises for the next few minutes and downplay our own accomplishments and goals. To Hell with that! I’m sure you both have a list of accomplishments as long as my arm of what you have done since you have been in APW. I’m also quite sure that I don’t care. All that technical knowledge you think you have….doesn’t mean squat! The two of you together don’t weigh four hundred pounds, all of your speed and technical ability won’t serve you in this match. Speed kills boys, it’s not just a saying, it’s a fact. All it takes is one mistake and you two won’t remember anything except for the glow of the lights as your staring up at them.
Many years ago I knew a man named Slade Craven, the Ass Kickers Anonymous was very different then. Now it appears that the man known as Shadow is on his own doesn’t it? Looks can be deceiving as everyone in this business knows all to well. Sometimes people have allies that they don’t even know about because of respect, common ground or just because others like the way they conduct themselves. I think maybe Buck and I should have a word with Shadow before the show and talk to him about the benefits of being a client in our newest venture. We will be hiring ourselves out to the highest bidder. You want something done and done the right way you should give Buck and I a call. The Sons of the South are still dishing out hospitality southern style but now there are fees involved. The one thing you should always remember when dealing with The Sons of the South though is this….Your either part of the problem or part of the solution…choose wisely.
Scene fades….
{Port Arthur, Texas – Tuesday 6 P.M.}
The bay windows at the front of the Bane house stand wide open allowing the fall breeze free reign, with the bedroom windows in the back of the house standing open a beautiful cross breeze flows easily through the home. The setting sun bathes the front room in a glow of pale sunlight that is slowly disappearing as the sun makes its way to the other side of the world to start their day. Mac Bane sits on the left end of the couch with a photo album in his lap that hardly hides the ripped up jeans he wears. He stares from the album to the hat rack that stands in the corner where his Stetson is the only resident. Then shaking his head he buttons up his denim shirt for a little added warmth for the increasing chill as the sun goes down. A deep booming voice comes from the murk…
“Now those were the good old days weren’t they Mac!?”
Bane looks up at Buck as he comes in from the kitchen with a tray full of sandwiches grinning from ear to ear. Mac shakes his head giving Gooch a bemused smile.
Buck – What? Joanne said we were still growing boys?
Mac – Did she now?
Bane laughs at his friend who must have had to bribe Bane’s cousin with his first born in order to get that much food from her kitchen.
Mac – I’m surprised she let you have that much food from her kitchen, that would feed every employee we have for a couple of days.
From the kitchen you can hear a crash followed by a string of profanity that would make a sailor cringe as Gooch tries to hand the tray to Mac who refuses it.
Mac – No sir, you made that bed now you’ll have to lie in it.
Joanne Bane comes storming into the living room like Hulk Hogan when he is “hulking up” points at Buck and shouts….
Joanne Bane – You!
Buck sets the tray down and places his hands up in a placating gesture trying to calm the fiery red head down.
Buck – Now Joanne, don’t go losing your temper…I’m sorry…I got hungry….
In mid rant Joanne stops on a dime and smiles a devastating smile that would bring most men to their knees, but not Buck. Gooch simply returns the smile and waits.
Joanne Bane – Ok Buck, I thought it was that other one there that did that.
And with that she spins around and leaves as quickly as she arrived, leaving the boys laughing, both knowing that Joanne has had a crush on Buck since they were 13 years old. They had discovered when they were teens that Buck, Mac and Joanne had come from three different branches of the family. Their Grandfathers had been brothers and they were as thick as thieves growing up. When they were freshman in High School Buck had come to live with the Banes. All Mac ever knew was that there was trouble at the Gooch house and this was the safest place for him. After Bane’s parents had died before the beginning of his Junior year he returned with Buck to Arkansas where they graduated together. So you see although they are cousins they were raised as brothers, and to understand that relationship you have to go back to where it all began.
The scene fades as we transition to the memories of Mac Bane…
{Port Arthur, Texas – July 1992}
Two-a-days is as much a part of Texas football as the one hundred degree weather is, today is no different as young men show up for practice for the first time. Its seven a.m. and it’s already eighty five degrees, this is where the coaches find out who can be molded and who cannot. This is just the first practice of the day and already a quarter of the young men have fallen out with heat stress and some from simple dehydration. It is a brutal way to start your campaign to be the next football legend in Port Arthur, a city with a strong football tradition, where failure is not an option.
The transition from 8th grade football to high school football can be equated to the going from high school football to college. The game and the players are so much faster and stronger, some cannot make the transition and decide or have it decided for them that this is not a sport for them. Its not a matter of fairness, it’s a matter of who the coaches think they can trust with the future of the school, their team and their reputations not only as leaders but as judges of talent. The weeks go by until they are finally in pads and the coaches are trying to figure out who will play what position. Mac had played defensive end in junior high school and is expecting nothing to change. He had set a school record with 12 sacks and four forced fumbles along with 3 interceptions. His cousin Buck had just transferred to Port Arthur from Arkansas. He had never played organized football before but his strength and agility were quickly impressing the staff and now they just had to figure out where was best to use him.
“He’s too big to play linebacker…guard maybe?”
The assistant coaching staff ponders the question of Coach Van Pelt as a scuffle breaks out among the players. As usual Mac Bane is in the middle of someone’s business popping him in the chest and shouting at him at the top of his lungs.
“You screw with my family and you screw with me boy!”
A Junior in High School, Larry Parker was not accustomed to a Freshman calling him out or laying hands on him for that matter. None of that mattered to Mac, he had made the decision that no one would tease his cousin or harm his family, not ever!
Buck Gooch steps up in between the young man and his cousin Mac and calmly says to him….
Buck – “Don’t worry Mac, I can handle my own. Larry there just forgot the rules of engagement.
Bane smirks at Gooch as Parker has removed his helmet to get in the face of Buck.
Larry – is that a fact!?
Buck smiles at the smaller boy even at age 13 Gooch is over 6 feet tall and nearly 300 pounds. Buck has kept his helmet on and grins at him as Parker realizes his mistake, but too late Gooch grabs him by the “V” in the practice uniform and head butts him!
Buck – that’s right Parker, the rules of engagement…never mistake my calmness or lack of words for acceptance of what you say, never mistake my kindness or show of respect of others as weakness and most importantly if you start trouble with me….never, ever take your helmet off.
With that Gooch lets go of the young man and he slumps to the ground.
Coach Van Pelt – I’ll be damned….defensive end….
Assistant Coach Mcaffee – What do we do with Bane then?
A smile crosses the coaches face as he says it….
Coach Van Pelt – Middle Line Backer….those cousins will wreak havoc on offenses for the next four years.
Coach Van Pelt had been right about that, Mac and Buck ruled the football field over the next two seasons. They only played half the season on the Freshman team before being moved up to Junior Varsity and then on the roster for Varsity just in time for the play offs that first year.
Scene fades
*****
{Port Arthur, Texas – May 1994}
It’s the last school day of the year, all the final exams have been taken with Gooch and Bane getting ready for Summer. This is just a blow off day and all the kids know it, things are very relaxed as teachers let the kids pretty much do what they want to. Every class is like a study hall today and so it was no great surprise when Mr. Franks the principal of the school wandered in and spoke briefly with the teacher Ms. Gatling who motioned for Mac to come to the front of the class. Bane glanced over his shoulder at Gooch who only shrugged as he went out into the hallway. Robert Franks laid his big hands on Mac’s shoulders and with a tear in his eyes told him what he had come to say.
Robert Franks – Son, I’m sorry to have to be the one to tell you this…the police just found your mom and dad’s car in a ditch in Jasper….I am so sorry….
If he had said anything else Mac didn’t hear it, he vaguely remembered Buck and Mr. Franks guiding him down the hall to his office where Mac sat in shock for the next hour. This was the day that cemented the friendship or brotherhood of Mac and Buck. It has always been the one thing that Mac thought that could not be taken from him. His cousin had stayed by his side through everything, through the anger, the anguish…the rage of a grieving teenage boy who had no outlet other than sports. The problem was that this was the off season so that left only drinking and fighting. Buck didn’t approve of either which lead to many fist fights between the two, Buck got the better of Mac every time but was never happy about it. He knew that Mac just needed to release his anger and it was the only way he knew how. Before the start of their Junior year a phone call came for Gooch letting him know it was now ok to come home to the family farm once again. As usual their Grandmother Rita Bane was prepared to set their paths. Mac had been helping Buck pack up everything for the long trip back to Arkansas when they heard the door creak open, as is always the case Rita Bane enters a room and everyone stops what they are doing.
Rita Bane – Well, well, well…what are you two up to?
Both boys grin knowing full well she knew what they were up to.
Mac – well, I thought I would help Buck pack….
Rita nods her head thoughtfully and smiles sweetly at her grandson.
Rita Bane – And where is your bag Mac?
He looks first at her and then back at Buck who only grins foolishly as he often did when Mac didn’t understand things that anyone should be able to see.
Mac – But…
Rita Bane – Oh honey….its all been arranged you will be going to Arkansas with Buck to stay for a while. There is too much pain for you here right now, you need to go somewhere that doesn’t hold all of these memories….someplace new and different.
She watches as the young man tries to hold himself in check but the tears flow anyway and she pulls him close to her so he can let it out. It was now time for him to grieve and grieve he did.
Scene fades…
{Arkansas – Gooch Farm – Present day}
Winter has set in as we approach the end of November; with every breath that Bane takes he can see it. As he looks around the Gooch place he can see a layer of frost that covers everything, nothing is unaffected by the biting cold that seems to penetrate even the thickest of jackets. He pulls the Stetson down lower and the collar of his black leather duster up higher to ward off the cold. In the distance a squad car rumbles across the cattle guard.
Mac – well I wonder what big John wants….
The squad car comes a stop about fifteen feet from where Bane stands and he shrugs and walks up to it as Sherriff John Mclaren steps out of his car.
Sherriff John Mclaren – Mac, son I have some bad news for you and Buck, that idiot Josey Joffrion wants to press charges.
Without a word Bane sticks his hands out for the Sherriff to put the cuffs on him but Mclaren shakes his head indicating no that wont do.
Sherriff John Mclaren – No Mac, he wants to press charges against Buck.
Bane arches an eyebrow in response to that.
Mac – I don’t think I’d like that much.
Sherriff John Mclaren – Neither would I, Hell Mac the three of us have been friends since High School. But the problem is that Buck is the property owner, and when someone gets hurt on someone elses property the owner is liable.
Bane hands the Sherriff a document that he had removed from his pocket.
Sherriff John Mclaren – What’s this?
Mac – A permit to trap and kill Coyotes.
A smile slowly spreads across the Sherriff’s face, he tries to fight the impulse to laugh but he cannot and it eventually over takes him.
Mac – Unless I am mistaken the property lines haven’t changed in the last 20 years right?
Sherriff John Mclaren – correct.
Mac – You tell Josey that if he will drop these bogus charges I wont have Buck press charges for Tresspassing and vandalism or what ever else you can help come up with.
Sherriff John Mclaren – Oh I can help you come up with quite a lot.
Bane lifts his coffee cup in salute to his old friend.
Mac – I know you can John, I know you can. Want a cup of coffee?
Sherriff John Mclaren sighs with regret as he starts to turn and go.
Sherriff John Mclaren – Wish I could Mac, would love to catch up with you boys on what you have been up to but I have to investigate a domestic dispute.
Bane smiles behind his coffee cup as he takes a sip. He lowers it.
Mac – Zach and Liz again?
Sherriff John Mclaren – Yes sir, she doesn’t care for the amount of time he spends on the internet and so she yanked the cable from the wall.
Mac – Tell Zach I said to quit surfing porn.
Big John begins laughing as he sits in the driver’s seat of his car.
Sherriff John Mclaren – According to the report that wasn’t what he was doing…something called an efed…ever heard of that?
Bane snorts shaking his head.
Mac – yeah its kind of like fantasy football…but not…never mind takes too long to explain.
Bane watches the car pull away as a warm draft of air hits the back of his neck bringing the smell of bacon with it and he smiles.
Mac – Annabelle you know you are on bed rest and shouldn’t be up moving around much less making breakfast for everyone.
He turns around slowly knowing what he will see and is not disappointed when he sees Annabelle Gooch standing there nostrils flaring, hands on her hips. She points a finger at him.
Annabelle Gooch – You don’t need to worry about that Macentyre Alexander Bane, you just need to get in here and eat breakfast…knuckle head.
Bane puts his hands up in the air in mock surrender and doesn’t say a word, he goes inside and sits down as he was told to do.
Scene fades….
As the scene opens not much has changed as the camera pans. The temperature has not rose above freezing and so everything is still covered in frost. Bane is not in his usual spot as we watch him pace back and forth in front of the front porch as Buck sits on the porch sipping on something warm and watching Bane pace. Bane suddenly stops and pivots using the balls of his feet and faces Buck.
Mac – Are you certain that this is a path you want to take?
Buck – Mac, I don’t see any other way to be honest about it and no I’m not sure…
Bane hangs his head and sighs obviously exasperated over his tag team partner not really getting it.
Mac – I don’t think you really understand what is involved in taking something like this on. Once you start this there won’t be any turning back. I know you need the money son but this?
Buck – I don’t think you really understand my situation Mac….
Bane holds up his hands forestalling any further argument on the subject.
Mac – Look, we are family and have been best friends since we were 13 years old, this is not something you can take on by yourself. Annabelle is like a baby sister to me and if I catch Josey anywhere near the house again you may have to come bail me out. But know this, once you start this it will be like every bad mafia movie you ever saw…there will be no escaping it and no turning back.
Buck – I do understand that mac, I just don’t see any way around it.
Mac – Okay, why don’t you go call Shadow, I know you guys have been talking, maybe he would like to be the first.
Buck grins that goofy grin of his and goes back into the house to make a call leaving Bane to himself.
Mac – This is really the first opportunity I have had to talk about the draft and The Sons of the South being moved to OverDrive. I am very well pleased with that, Hell you could say I’m ecstatic about it. What I am happiest about is in our debut match we face Envikado. I could do what is expected be respectful and sing their praises for the next few minutes and downplay our own accomplishments and goals. To Hell with that! I’m sure you both have a list of accomplishments as long as my arm of what you have done since you have been in APW. I’m also quite sure that I don’t care. All that technical knowledge you think you have….doesn’t mean squat! The two of you together don’t weigh four hundred pounds, all of your speed and technical ability won’t serve you in this match. Speed kills boys, it’s not just a saying, it’s a fact. All it takes is one mistake and you two won’t remember anything except for the glow of the lights as your staring up at them.
Many years ago I knew a man named Slade Craven, the Ass Kickers Anonymous was very different then. Now it appears that the man known as Shadow is on his own doesn’t it? Looks can be deceiving as everyone in this business knows all to well. Sometimes people have allies that they don’t even know about because of respect, common ground or just because others like the way they conduct themselves. I think maybe Buck and I should have a word with Shadow before the show and talk to him about the benefits of being a client in our newest venture. We will be hiring ourselves out to the highest bidder. You want something done and done the right way you should give Buck and I a call. The Sons of the South are still dishing out hospitality southern style but now there are fees involved. The one thing you should always remember when dealing with The Sons of the South though is this….Your either part of the problem or part of the solution…choose wisely.
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