I'M THE CHAMPION
May 28, 2015 3:45:12 GMT -5
Post by Perello on May 28, 2015 3:45:12 GMT -5
Moments after Lions Den Fight Championships “New Generation” was finished, Prince MacRear was found inside the Mid-Atlantic Sportatorium with tears flowing down his cheeks.
PRINCE MACREAR: Noooooo! FUCKING NO!!!! I AM THE NEW APEX CHAMPION, NOT NEST! I WON THE TOURNAMENT AND WON THE TITLE WHEN I BEAT BEARDY WATTS! THAT’S WHAT HAPPENED!!!!
MacRear finally looked up, his eyes almost puffed closed.
PRINCE MACREAR: WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, CAMERAMAN?! CAN’T YOU SEE THAT I’M TRYING TO CELEBRATE MY CHAMPIONSHIP WIN?!
He sniffled, wiping the tears away from his cheeks.
PRINCE MACREAR: THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE MY PROUDEST MOMENT AND YOU NASTIES ARE TRYING TO RUIN IT FOR ME. YOU BIG, NASTY RUINERS! GET OUT! GOOOOOOOO!
MacRear, for the first time in his life, didn’t want to be on camera. There were no selfies, no designer scarves, no nothing. Only tears that continued pouring out of his eyes.
PRINCE MACREAR: I’m the champion! I AM THE APEX OF LIONS DEN FIGHTING CHAMPIONSHIPS, NOT NEST! NOT BEARDIE WATTS! NOT LAURA SEVILLE! ME! PRINCE MACREAR… THE FRIGGIN’ SEXY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!
MacRear was obviously delusional, taking his second loss to Nest a lot harder than the first. Anyone who spoke to MacRear knew how horribly he felt after losing to the “Bearded Nasty” - but this loss? This loss crushed him.
PRINCE MACREAR: I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS. I WON TWO MATCHES. TWO! AND I’M STILL NOT CHAMPION!? HOW DID THEY EXPECT ME TO WRESTLE A THIRD MATCH?! I NEVER DID THAT BEFORE!!!! NEST HAS ENOUGH PRACTICE CHASING AROUND PIGS ON HIS SPARE TIME. ME? I’M BEAUTIFUL. I DON’T CHASE ANYTHING BECAUSE EVERYONE CHASES ME! I’M THE MOST GORGEOUS HUMAN SPECIMEN IN THE HISTORY OF LIFE! I’M THE SULTAN OF SELFIES! I’M THE APEX CHAMPION!!!!!!!!!!
Still in denial, MacRear threw his hands over his face as the camera crew talked amongst themselves. MacRear couldn’t hear a word they were saying, his ugly cry blocking out whatever they were talking about.
CAMERAMAN: Um… Prince?
MacRear moved his hands away from his face and looked directly at the cameraman.
PRINCE MACREAR: I WOULD PREFER IF YOU REFERRED TO ME AS MISTER BROUGHT SEXY BACK, MMMMK? TRY AGAIN, BUCKO!
The cameraman’s sigh was heard from behind the camera.
CAMERAMAN: Okay… Mister Brought Sexy Back…
The cameraman chuckled at the randomness of the nickname.
CAMERAMAN: Mind if we get a couple of words with you quick? We’re just wondering how you feel about your match with Andrew Myers when you compete for FGA for the first time?
MacRear swipes the tears that were left away from his cheeks, doing his best to make his patent duckface.
PRINCE MACREAR: HOW DO I FEEL?! HOW DOES IT LOOK LIKE I FEEL! I’M ON TOP OF THE WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORLD! HEHEHEHE!
The young man was delusional; going from happy, to sad, to happy all in a span of ten seconds.
PRINCE MACREAR: WHO IS ANDREW MYERS ANYWAY?! A GUY WHO LIKES TO PAINT HIMSELF UP?! YOU KNOW, TO BLOCK HIS UGGGLY?!
MacRear scoffed, standing up from the steps he was seated on as he slowly approached the cameraman.
PRINCE MACREAR: WELL LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING, ANNNNNNNNNNDRRRRREEEEWWWWWWWWW! NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU TRY TO PAINT YOURSELF, YOU’RE ALWAYS GOING TO BE UGLY! YOU’RE ALWAYS GOING TO HAVE A FACE YOUR MOTHER CAN’T EVEN LOVE, AND NO AMOUNT OF MAKEUP WILL MAKE YOU AS PRETTY AS MEEEEEEEEEEEEE. THE APEX CHAMPION OF LIONS DEN FIGHTING CHAMPIONSHIPS!!
MacRear giggled, sniffled, and started walking away.
PRINCE MACREAR: NOW LEAVE ME ALONE TO CELEBRATE! CIAO, BITCHES!
MacRear walked away, pretending like he had the Apex Championship around his shoulder.
PRINCE MACREAR: Noooooo! FUCKING NO!!!! I AM THE NEW APEX CHAMPION, NOT NEST! I WON THE TOURNAMENT AND WON THE TITLE WHEN I BEAT BEARDY WATTS! THAT’S WHAT HAPPENED!!!!
MacRear finally looked up, his eyes almost puffed closed.
PRINCE MACREAR: WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, CAMERAMAN?! CAN’T YOU SEE THAT I’M TRYING TO CELEBRATE MY CHAMPIONSHIP WIN?!
He sniffled, wiping the tears away from his cheeks.
PRINCE MACREAR: THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE MY PROUDEST MOMENT AND YOU NASTIES ARE TRYING TO RUIN IT FOR ME. YOU BIG, NASTY RUINERS! GET OUT! GOOOOOOOO!
MacRear, for the first time in his life, didn’t want to be on camera. There were no selfies, no designer scarves, no nothing. Only tears that continued pouring out of his eyes.
PRINCE MACREAR: I’m the champion! I AM THE APEX OF LIONS DEN FIGHTING CHAMPIONSHIPS, NOT NEST! NOT BEARDIE WATTS! NOT LAURA SEVILLE! ME! PRINCE MACREAR… THE FRIGGIN’ SEXY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!
MacRear was obviously delusional, taking his second loss to Nest a lot harder than the first. Anyone who spoke to MacRear knew how horribly he felt after losing to the “Bearded Nasty” - but this loss? This loss crushed him.
PRINCE MACREAR: I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS. I WON TWO MATCHES. TWO! AND I’M STILL NOT CHAMPION!? HOW DID THEY EXPECT ME TO WRESTLE A THIRD MATCH?! I NEVER DID THAT BEFORE!!!! NEST HAS ENOUGH PRACTICE CHASING AROUND PIGS ON HIS SPARE TIME. ME? I’M BEAUTIFUL. I DON’T CHASE ANYTHING BECAUSE EVERYONE CHASES ME! I’M THE MOST GORGEOUS HUMAN SPECIMEN IN THE HISTORY OF LIFE! I’M THE SULTAN OF SELFIES! I’M THE APEX CHAMPION!!!!!!!!!!
Still in denial, MacRear threw his hands over his face as the camera crew talked amongst themselves. MacRear couldn’t hear a word they were saying, his ugly cry blocking out whatever they were talking about.
CAMERAMAN: Um… Prince?
MacRear moved his hands away from his face and looked directly at the cameraman.
PRINCE MACREAR: I WOULD PREFER IF YOU REFERRED TO ME AS MISTER BROUGHT SEXY BACK, MMMMK? TRY AGAIN, BUCKO!
The cameraman’s sigh was heard from behind the camera.
CAMERAMAN: Okay… Mister Brought Sexy Back…
The cameraman chuckled at the randomness of the nickname.
CAMERAMAN: Mind if we get a couple of words with you quick? We’re just wondering how you feel about your match with Andrew Myers when you compete for FGA for the first time?
MacRear swipes the tears that were left away from his cheeks, doing his best to make his patent duckface.
PRINCE MACREAR: HOW DO I FEEL?! HOW DOES IT LOOK LIKE I FEEL! I’M ON TOP OF THE WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORLD! HEHEHEHE!
The young man was delusional; going from happy, to sad, to happy all in a span of ten seconds.
PRINCE MACREAR: WHO IS ANDREW MYERS ANYWAY?! A GUY WHO LIKES TO PAINT HIMSELF UP?! YOU KNOW, TO BLOCK HIS UGGGLY?!
MacRear scoffed, standing up from the steps he was seated on as he slowly approached the cameraman.
PRINCE MACREAR: WELL LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING, ANNNNNNNNNNDRRRRREEEEWWWWWWWWW! NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU TRY TO PAINT YOURSELF, YOU’RE ALWAYS GOING TO BE UGLY! YOU’RE ALWAYS GOING TO HAVE A FACE YOUR MOTHER CAN’T EVEN LOVE, AND NO AMOUNT OF MAKEUP WILL MAKE YOU AS PRETTY AS MEEEEEEEEEEEEE. THE APEX CHAMPION OF LIONS DEN FIGHTING CHAMPIONSHIPS!!
MacRear giggled, sniffled, and started walking away.
PRINCE MACREAR: NOW LEAVE ME ALONE TO CELEBRATE! CIAO, BITCHES!
MacRear walked away, pretending like he had the Apex Championship around his shoulder.
