FORRRRRRRREVVVVVVVVVVVEEEEEERRRRR
Apr 13, 2015 10:08:56 GMT -5
Post by Perello on Apr 13, 2015 10:08:56 GMT -5
The exuberant Prince MacRear was shown doing push ups inside Gold’s Gym in Hollywood, California. He looked to be finished with his workout as he pushed himself up to his feet, and slid his hand across his forehead, wiping away the sweat.
“Ewww. Yuckoooo!”
MacRear looked thoroughly disgusted as he sauntered over to one of the chairs inside the gym. Once he planted his booty down, he reached into his bag and pulled out a bottle of Canada Dry sparkling water. Before he took a swig, he looked out in front of him and locked his eyes on the camera.
“You know what really makes me laugh, ya nasties? People think that I don’t train. People think that I don’t work my booty off to make sure my body remains as PRETTY as it is! MY BODY IS MY TEMPLE, NASTIES! I WORK MY FINGERS TO THE BONE INSIDE THIS HERE GYM, BUT I DON’T NEED TO SIT HERE AND SHOW ANY OF YOU IT!”
MacRear twirled the cap to his sparkling water off, but held off on taking a swig.
“I’M NOT LIKE TRIPLE T WHO HAS TO MAKE SURE PEOPLE SEE HIM TRAIN! I’M NOT LIKE TRIPLE T WHO’S INSECURE AND NEEDS TO CONSTANTLY - COOOOOOONSTAAAAAAANTLY BRING UP HIS TRAINING HABITS! Nope! I don’t have to do none of that! Why, you may ask? Because look at me! LOOK AT ME!”
MacRear sat his water bottle on the free chair next to him and stood up. He span around, showing off his ‘temple’ to the viewers watching at home.
“I AM FREAKING BEAUTIFUL. I AM STACKED LIKE CHIPS AT THE CASINO. I AM THE MOST BEAUTIFUL HUMAN SPECIMEN IN THIS ENTIRE WORLD! I AM NOT INSECURE ABOUT MYSELF LIKE TRIPLE T! I’M SIMPLY BETTER THAN HIM AND EVERYONE ELSE IN LDFC!”
The Sultan of Selfies laughed before he sat back down in his chair.
“Triple T… do you think that I give a hoot about your stupid little moveset? Do you think I give two hoots about your UGLY FACE?! No! I do not! THERE’S A REASON WHY I’M THE MAIN EVENTER IN THIS PLACE, AND THAT REASON IS AS SIMPLE AS B-O-O-T-Y! Wanna hear it?!”
MacRear chuckled, reaching to the side to pick up his water bottle.
“Because the trainers and staff of LDFC see me and they see MONEY. They see what all those filthy, smelly pieces of tuna in HKW didn’t see when I was there! They see a STAR in the making! Hehehe. THEY SEE PRINCE MACREAR! THE LEADER OF THE LOCKER ROOM! THE RESIDENT STUD MUFFIN OF LDFC! THE FUTURE OF WRESTLING!”
The flamboyant one took a swig from his water bottle, swallowing it down with a loud gulp.
“AND YOU’RE NOT GONNA BEAT ME TRIPLE NASTY! I DON’T CARE IF YOU’RE STALKING ME AND WATCHING ME DO ALL THIS AND THAT! I DON’T CARE IF YOUR LITTLE HEART OF HEARTS IS TELLING YOU THAT YOU CAN BE ALL YOU WANNA BE! I DON’T CARE IF IT’S TELLING YOU THAT YOU CAN BEAT ME BECAUSE YOU CAN’T! NO ONE IN LDFC CAN BEAT ME! NO ONE CAN END THE GREATEST STREAK IN THE HISTORY OF LIFE, AND IT’S GOING TO LIVE ON FORRRRRRRREVVVVVVVVVVVEEEEEERRRRR!”
#SquintsPalledorousVoice
“A twerk off? Pffft. Please, HONAY. You wouldn’t survive five seconds with me in a twerk off! And in Thomasville for Pride? You’ll be lucky if you survive five MINUTES in that ring. Get ready, Triple NasTEE….”
MacRear reached down into bag…
“Get set…”
iPhone was in hand....
“SELLLLLLLLFIIEEEEEE!”
The camera flash lit up to end the scene.
“Ewww. Yuckoooo!”
MacRear looked thoroughly disgusted as he sauntered over to one of the chairs inside the gym. Once he planted his booty down, he reached into his bag and pulled out a bottle of Canada Dry sparkling water. Before he took a swig, he looked out in front of him and locked his eyes on the camera.
“You know what really makes me laugh, ya nasties? People think that I don’t train. People think that I don’t work my booty off to make sure my body remains as PRETTY as it is! MY BODY IS MY TEMPLE, NASTIES! I WORK MY FINGERS TO THE BONE INSIDE THIS HERE GYM, BUT I DON’T NEED TO SIT HERE AND SHOW ANY OF YOU IT!”
MacRear twirled the cap to his sparkling water off, but held off on taking a swig.
“I’M NOT LIKE TRIPLE T WHO HAS TO MAKE SURE PEOPLE SEE HIM TRAIN! I’M NOT LIKE TRIPLE T WHO’S INSECURE AND NEEDS TO CONSTANTLY - COOOOOOONSTAAAAAAANTLY BRING UP HIS TRAINING HABITS! Nope! I don’t have to do none of that! Why, you may ask? Because look at me! LOOK AT ME!”
MacRear sat his water bottle on the free chair next to him and stood up. He span around, showing off his ‘temple’ to the viewers watching at home.
“I AM FREAKING BEAUTIFUL. I AM STACKED LIKE CHIPS AT THE CASINO. I AM THE MOST BEAUTIFUL HUMAN SPECIMEN IN THIS ENTIRE WORLD! I AM NOT INSECURE ABOUT MYSELF LIKE TRIPLE T! I’M SIMPLY BETTER THAN HIM AND EVERYONE ELSE IN LDFC!”
The Sultan of Selfies laughed before he sat back down in his chair.
“Triple T… do you think that I give a hoot about your stupid little moveset? Do you think I give two hoots about your UGLY FACE?! No! I do not! THERE’S A REASON WHY I’M THE MAIN EVENTER IN THIS PLACE, AND THAT REASON IS AS SIMPLE AS B-O-O-T-Y! Wanna hear it?!”
MacRear chuckled, reaching to the side to pick up his water bottle.
“Because the trainers and staff of LDFC see me and they see MONEY. They see what all those filthy, smelly pieces of tuna in HKW didn’t see when I was there! They see a STAR in the making! Hehehe. THEY SEE PRINCE MACREAR! THE LEADER OF THE LOCKER ROOM! THE RESIDENT STUD MUFFIN OF LDFC! THE FUTURE OF WRESTLING!”
The flamboyant one took a swig from his water bottle, swallowing it down with a loud gulp.
“AND YOU’RE NOT GONNA BEAT ME TRIPLE NASTY! I DON’T CARE IF YOU’RE STALKING ME AND WATCHING ME DO ALL THIS AND THAT! I DON’T CARE IF YOUR LITTLE HEART OF HEARTS IS TELLING YOU THAT YOU CAN BE ALL YOU WANNA BE! I DON’T CARE IF IT’S TELLING YOU THAT YOU CAN BEAT ME BECAUSE YOU CAN’T! NO ONE IN LDFC CAN BEAT ME! NO ONE CAN END THE GREATEST STREAK IN THE HISTORY OF LIFE, AND IT’S GOING TO LIVE ON FORRRRRRRREVVVVVVVVVVVEEEEEERRRRR!”
#SquintsPalledorousVoice
“A twerk off? Pffft. Please, HONAY. You wouldn’t survive five seconds with me in a twerk off! And in Thomasville for Pride? You’ll be lucky if you survive five MINUTES in that ring. Get ready, Triple NasTEE….”
MacRear reached down into bag…
“Get set…”
iPhone was in hand....
“SELLLLLLLLFIIEEEEEE!”
The camera flash lit up to end the scene.
