The Truth
Jun 30, 2015 17:33:08 GMT -5
Post by Perello on Jun 30, 2015 17:33:08 GMT -5
“Do you REALLY wanna know what this is all about, Nest?”
We began outside the Hollywood home of Prince MacRear. The Sultan of Selfies had a little bit of scruff on his face after not shaving for over a week. He was wearing an “I’m so pretty” tank top, a pair of plaid shorts, and Aviator sunglasses to cover his eyes.
“I’m not delusional. I KNOW that you beat me at New Generation and became the first ever LDFC Apex Champion. But, the issue with that is… I just don’t recognize you as the champion! I don’t think you’re deserving enough to call yourself the Apex Champion because I KNOW THAT YOU’RE NOT BETTER THAN ME!!!!!”
MacRear ripped the sunglasses from his face and hung them on his tank top.
“And even you know that you’re not better than me, Nest. I can see it. I can see the anger in your eyes whenever someone calls me - THE SULTAN OF SELFIES - the REAL Apex Champion. That eats at you, Nest. It eats at you because you know that no matter what you do, or however long you hold that championship, people will still see me AS THE TRUE CHAMPION OF LDFC! NOT YOU! ME!”
The Sultan swiped his hand down his face, tapping his finger off of his chin.
“For me? This runs deeper than LDFC. For me it’s about redemption. Since I got myself into this business, I’ve been the laughing stock of every company that I’ve wrestled for. In HKW I was the token beat up doll for people who lacked the charisma that I have. People who lacked the looks, and couldn’t out-wrestle a COMB, and still… STILL THESE NASTIES WERE SOMEHOW FEATURED MORE THAN I WAS!!”
You could see that MacRear felt passionately about this. He wanted to erase his history from his previous employer, but knew that would never happen. The only thing he could do to right the wrong was what he had a chance to do at the next edition of Pride.
Become LDFC Apex Champion.
“I want to… No… I NEED to do this, Nest. I need to beat your MacRear at Pride and officially become the champion of LDFC. It doesn’t matter how many people call me the champion because I have NOTHING to prove it. Nothing....besides this…”
Prince bent over and picked up his custom made ‘Apex MacRear is so Pretty’ championship from the ground and slung it over his shoulder.
“... this title. This title that I purchased myself that holds no real meaning. It’s just here for decoration, and to show people that I AM CONFIDENT ENOUGH TO CALL MYSELF CHAMPION! TO SHOW PEOPLE THAT I AM DESERVING ENOUGH TO BE THE LDFC APEX CHAMPION!!! TO SHOW PEOPLE THAT I'M NOT GIVING UP, AND I WILL BE THE NEXT FREAKING APEX CHAMPION WHEN PRIDE IS OVER!”
MacRear glanced over at his title and stared right into his own eyes.
“How does it feel, Nest? How does it feel knowing that I blatantly try to make people dislike me, and still… STILL I have more supporters than you could ever dream of having? More importantly than that… How does it feel knowing that your first title defense is going to be your last?”
The Sultan reached his hand over toward his title and rubbed it against the face of the title. He then turned his head to look back at the camera and showed off his duckface.
“At Pride - the era of MacRear begins, and THIS TIME YOU WON’T TAKE IT AWAY FROM ME!!!
Ciao, bitch!”
We began outside the Hollywood home of Prince MacRear. The Sultan of Selfies had a little bit of scruff on his face after not shaving for over a week. He was wearing an “I’m so pretty” tank top, a pair of plaid shorts, and Aviator sunglasses to cover his eyes.
“I’m not delusional. I KNOW that you beat me at New Generation and became the first ever LDFC Apex Champion. But, the issue with that is… I just don’t recognize you as the champion! I don’t think you’re deserving enough to call yourself the Apex Champion because I KNOW THAT YOU’RE NOT BETTER THAN ME!!!!!”
MacRear ripped the sunglasses from his face and hung them on his tank top.
“And even you know that you’re not better than me, Nest. I can see it. I can see the anger in your eyes whenever someone calls me - THE SULTAN OF SELFIES - the REAL Apex Champion. That eats at you, Nest. It eats at you because you know that no matter what you do, or however long you hold that championship, people will still see me AS THE TRUE CHAMPION OF LDFC! NOT YOU! ME!”
The Sultan swiped his hand down his face, tapping his finger off of his chin.
“For me? This runs deeper than LDFC. For me it’s about redemption. Since I got myself into this business, I’ve been the laughing stock of every company that I’ve wrestled for. In HKW I was the token beat up doll for people who lacked the charisma that I have. People who lacked the looks, and couldn’t out-wrestle a COMB, and still… STILL THESE NASTIES WERE SOMEHOW FEATURED MORE THAN I WAS!!”
You could see that MacRear felt passionately about this. He wanted to erase his history from his previous employer, but knew that would never happen. The only thing he could do to right the wrong was what he had a chance to do at the next edition of Pride.
Become LDFC Apex Champion.
“I want to… No… I NEED to do this, Nest. I need to beat your MacRear at Pride and officially become the champion of LDFC. It doesn’t matter how many people call me the champion because I have NOTHING to prove it. Nothing....besides this…”
Prince bent over and picked up his custom made ‘Apex MacRear is so Pretty’ championship from the ground and slung it over his shoulder.
“... this title. This title that I purchased myself that holds no real meaning. It’s just here for decoration, and to show people that I AM CONFIDENT ENOUGH TO CALL MYSELF CHAMPION! TO SHOW PEOPLE THAT I AM DESERVING ENOUGH TO BE THE LDFC APEX CHAMPION!!! TO SHOW PEOPLE THAT I'M NOT GIVING UP, AND I WILL BE THE NEXT FREAKING APEX CHAMPION WHEN PRIDE IS OVER!”
MacRear glanced over at his title and stared right into his own eyes.
“How does it feel, Nest? How does it feel knowing that I blatantly try to make people dislike me, and still… STILL I have more supporters than you could ever dream of having? More importantly than that… How does it feel knowing that your first title defense is going to be your last?”
The Sultan reached his hand over toward his title and rubbed it against the face of the title. He then turned his head to look back at the camera and showed off his duckface.
“At Pride - the era of MacRear begins, and THIS TIME YOU WON’T TAKE IT AWAY FROM ME!!!
Ciao, bitch!”
