*as Wyatt Sharpe Slowly rolls under the ropes to leave, Mac rolls out of the ring, grabs a mic from the announcer’s table, and rolls back into the ring.  Kipping up to his feet, he addresses the fans*

 

MAC:  “Arrright!  Le’s have a wee chat, sha’wee?”  *hops up and sits on a turnbuckle*  “Thearre’s a man – if ye can collim tha’ – wearrin’ tha championship bealt, represean’n thas company – and all o’ you, ‘ere …” *crowd reaction* “…. an’ Aye moost sea, Aye’m nae imprrreassed wi’ im thoos farr.  Aye, he won a tourrney, Aye’ll gi’im that, but he’s mead i’ clearre tha’, fiarrst, he’s nae intearrestead in represeantin’ – that is, defeandin’ – tha’ title.  Seacond, his … conduct … *Mac shakes his head as the audience reacts*

 

“The fact o’ tha mattearr is, he went out o’ his wea te to trry an’ cripple a man who was nae e’en in his weaght class, forr no grreatearr rreason than his own vindictave aego.  That … is nae … a champion.”  *hops down, makes his way to the center of the ring*  “So le’s be clearre about thas.  Kev’n Starr, you’rre in me seights!  Aye am commin’ fourre tha’ teitle, because Aye do want to represeant it, Aye do want te defeand it, an’ moost of all, Aye do want tae pin yearr arse te tha’ mat, one, two, three, an’ prroove te you, and to ye’s all, tha’ Aye’m nae just tha harrdest man ‘ere, Aye’m tha baest man!  Kev’n Starr, Aye’m commin’ fearr you, fellah!”

 

*fan’s react as Mac tosses the mic to the ref, hops over the top rope, and high-fives his way among the fans up the aisle*