MY NAME… IS NOT….
Aug 17, 2015 2:20:55 GMT -5
Post by Perello on Aug 17, 2015 2:20:55 GMT -5
The picture began inside a dark room with absolutely no light inside other than a small candle that sat in the corner.
The voice of Valcone could be heard coming from somewhere inside the room, but it was hard to pinpoint where in the dark.
He repeated, the picture still black outside of the candle in the corner. Suddenly, a shadow started to form behind the candle.
The shadow began to get smaller and smaller as Valcone walked up toward the candle. His hands could be seen picking up the candle until he finally pulled it up to his face.
A second later, he blew the candle out and the room became pitch black.
There’s a pause, followed by the sound of footsteps walking around the room.
More footsteps could be heard walking around the room until they come to a dead stop.
The footsteps picked back up, walking further and further away from the room. Suddenly, another candle shined off from the corner, showing Valcone sitting in front of a Indian style.
The camera zoomed in closer toward Valcone as he moved his hand along the top of the flame from the candle.
His voice cracked, just like Prince MacRear’s would.
Valcone turned his head to look at the camera…
He paused one more time, chuckling after his words.
More giggling. A weird giggle, not the MacRear hehehehe giggle.
Valcone turned his head, the camera just barely able to see his mask covered face.
He spun around and ran his hand down his mask.
He continued to repeat those five words until the camera cut off and ended the visual.
“MY NAME… IS NOT MACREAR!!”
The voice of Valcone could be heard coming from somewhere inside the room, but it was hard to pinpoint where in the dark.
“MY NAME… IS NOT…. MACREAR!!!
MY NAME… IS NOT…. MACREAR!!!”
MY NAME… IS NOT…. MACREAR!!!”
He repeated, the picture still black outside of the candle in the corner. Suddenly, a shadow started to form behind the candle.
“MY NAME… IS NOT…. MACREAR!!!
MY NAME… IS NOT…. MACREAR!!!”
MY NAME… IS NOT…. MACREAR!!!”
The shadow began to get smaller and smaller as Valcone walked up toward the candle. His hands could be seen picking up the candle until he finally pulled it up to his face.
“MY NAME… IS NOT…. MACREAR!!!
MY NAME… IS NOT…. MACREAR!!!
MY NAME… IS NOT…. MACREAR!!!”
MY NAME… IS NOT…. MACREAR!!!
MY NAME… IS NOT…. MACREAR!!!”
A second later, he blew the candle out and the room became pitch black.
“But no matter how many times I repeat that, people like Donovan Cross will continue to call me MacRear. They’ll continue teasing me and doing everything they can to rile me up. Why is that…?”
There’s a pause, followed by the sound of footsteps walking around the room.
“No reason in particular. It’s just in some people’s genetic makeup to do everything that they can to get under someone’s skin. Donnie Cross is bitter over the fact that Prince MacRear defeated him, and now he does everything in his power to drag his name through the dirt. Petty, but that’s just how some people are…”
More footsteps could be heard walking around the room until they come to a dead stop.
“I used to be one of those people…
HE used to be one of those people who did everything that he knew to try and throw someone off from their focus. He did everything to try and get an advantage before a match because HE knew that physically...he didn’t stand a chance against some of the monsters that made FGA their lair…”
HE used to be one of those people who did everything that he knew to try and throw someone off from their focus. He did everything to try and get an advantage before a match because HE knew that physically...he didn’t stand a chance against some of the monsters that made FGA their lair…”
The footsteps picked back up, walking further and further away from the room. Suddenly, another candle shined off from the corner, showing Valcone sitting in front of a Indian style.
“That’s where he and I differ, Donovan. HE was scared of people like you and Nest. He was even scared of your little partner, Bree. He wanted championships, and he wanted fame. But me? Valcone? I don’t fear anyone. I don’t want your precious titles or the fame that all of you are after. I simply want...revenge.”
The camera zoomed in closer toward Valcone as he moved his hand along the top of the flame from the candle.
“You’re coming into this match expecting Prince MacRear, Donnie. You’re coming into this match HOPING that it’s Prince MacRear that you get… but it’s not. PRINCE MACREAR IS DEAD AND HE’S NEVER COMING BACK!!!”
His voice cracked, just like Prince MacRear’s would.
“There is only Valcone now, and HE and I couldn’t be any more different. I understand why you want MacRear, Donnie. I understand why you keep calling me that name, hoping that you’ll pull him back out because you believe that you could defeat Prince MacRear…”
Valcone turned his head to look at the camera…
“And you know that you cannot defeat me. Lucky for you, I’m not coming to 2nd Impact to win a match like the rest of you bottom feeders in LDFC. I simply want...revenge. I want to paint my face with your blood. I WANT TO MAKE YOU ALL PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID TO HIM!!!”
He paused one more time, chuckling after his words.
“And I will… BELIEVE ME -- I WILL.. It starts with you, Donovan… and it ends with Nest.”
More giggling. A weird giggle, not the MacRear hehehehe giggle.
“You, Donnie, will be the first casualty left behind on my trail for revenge. Sadly for you, your cute little Bree Nelson will join that list of casualties and IT’LL BE ALL YOUR FAULT! SHE DOESN’T DESERVE WHAT’S GOING TO HAPPEN! SHE WAS ALWAYS NICE TO HIM…”
Valcone turned his head, the camera just barely able to see his mask covered face.
“But you just had to bring her along for the ride, didn’t you? She COULD’VE DEALT WITH HER ISSUES WITH LAURA ON HER OWN, BUT NOOOOOOO. DONNIE CROSS NEEDS HIS BABYSITTER WITH HIM! HE NEEDS TO BRING BREE ALONG FOR EVERYTHING THAT HE DOES, AND FOR THAT REASON… YOU’LL BE THE ONE TO BLAME FOR WHAT HAPPENS TO HER!!!!!!!!”
He spun around and ran his hand down his mask.
“MY NAME… IS NOT…. MACREAR!!!
MY NAME… IS NOT…. MACREAR!!!”
MY NAME… IS NOT…. MACREAR!!!”
He continued to repeat those five words until the camera cut off and ended the visual.
