Do you regret it?
Sept 14, 2015 2:14:36 GMT -5
Post by Perello on Sept 14, 2015 2:14:36 GMT -5
“Do you people get it yet?”
Valcone began, as he sat in a rocking chair while using his legs to rock himself back and forth.
“I am not the MAN you people want to anger. I am not the MAN you people want to pester and pick on like you picked on HIM! And that…”
A chuckle is heard coming from behind his mask.
“...is something you people have a hard time believing. It’s something you people have a hard time grasping. You think that just because the same face and body reside behind the mask that it’s the same person behind it. The same soul. THE SAME HOPELESS FOOL WHO LET YOU WALK ALL OVER HIM!”
Another chuckle, this one a bit louder than the other.
“When I put on this mask I vowed that I would get revenge for HIM. I vowed that you people who inhabit LDFC would never take HIM for granted ever again...and now, a few short weeks later… I keep receiving things like this…”
He reached over to his side, and moved his hand into a box that was resting directly next to the rocking chair. Once he pulled his hand out, he revealed a picture of the “Sultan of Selfies” Prince MacRear, shooting the camera his patent duckface.
“You people miss HIM, don’t you? I know you do… It says so on the note that came with the picture…”
He turned the photo around and began to read.
“‘Please come back, Prince! We miss you!’ Hehehehehehehehehehahahaha!”
He laughed manically, tugging on his mask as he did so.
“You want nothing more than to hear ‘Sexy Back’ fill the arena speakers and watch as Prince MacRear makes his triumphant return to LDFC. You want to see HIM return to social media and spam your timelines with selfies so you could all pretend that you adore him - but then, when his back is turned, you run him down as if he means nothing to this world. EVERYONE IN THIS COMPANY IS TWO-FACED, AND NOW SO AM I! Only I… bring a different meaning to two-faced.”
He pointed at his mask and continued laughing maniacally.
“For months you used HIS passion for this business against him. You saw he wanted nothing more than to erase HIS history from HIS previous employer by winning the Apex Championship, and when HE came up short… People like Donnie Cross and Nest used that against HIM. Even you, Terrence…”
He laid the picture back down in the box and rocked himself back and forth.
“Even you took jabs at HIM even though he made you his personal whipping boy each and every time you two stepped in the ring together. And now, here you are… the number one contender to the Apex Championship, but let's be truthful here, Terrence. There’s only two reasons why you are the number one contender. The first one? HE isn’t here anymore, and the second? I don’t want that piece of tin. My goal in LDFC is a simple one, Terrence, and that is to make all of you pay for pushing the one and only STAR LDFC had to offer away. My mission is to make you REGRET ever mistreating him and acting as if he meant nothing to this company WHEN HE WAS THE ONE WORKING HIS BACKSIDE OFF IN BOTH LDFC AND FGA WHENEVER THEY WANTED HIM TO SHOW UP FOR A MATCH!”
He stopped, calming himself down before he spoke back up.
“... I hate that, Terrence. I hate that HE wasted his time here only to be fed to Nest time after time, and when HE finally had the championship won… of course, the referee was knocked out cold. Miraculously, he woke up when Nest started to mount some momentum BUT I GUESS THAT’S JUST HOW THE COOKIE CRUMBLES!”
He stood up, put his foot on the rocking chair, and pushed it back against the nearest wall.
“I can’t take your title match away from you, Terrence, but what I can do is make sure that you don’t have enough strength in that NASTTTY body of yours to be able to defeat Nest. If HE can’t hold the Apex Championship, NOBODY OTHER THAN NEST EVER WILL!”
He turned his head over his shoulder and pulled down on his beard.
“And your partners? Well, they’re just at the wrong place at the wrong time. However, I won’t hesitate to knock their heads off if they step in my way to get to you BECAUSE YOU, TERRENCE, ARE ONE OF THE MANY ASSHOLES IN THIS PLACE THAT PUSHED HIM AWAY…”
Turning around fully, he approached the camera steadily with a grin.
“...and pulled me in…”
He reached forward and pulled the camera down to the floor to close the scene.
Valcone began, as he sat in a rocking chair while using his legs to rock himself back and forth.
“I am not the MAN you people want to anger. I am not the MAN you people want to pester and pick on like you picked on HIM! And that…”
A chuckle is heard coming from behind his mask.
“...is something you people have a hard time believing. It’s something you people have a hard time grasping. You think that just because the same face and body reside behind the mask that it’s the same person behind it. The same soul. THE SAME HOPELESS FOOL WHO LET YOU WALK ALL OVER HIM!”
Another chuckle, this one a bit louder than the other.
“When I put on this mask I vowed that I would get revenge for HIM. I vowed that you people who inhabit LDFC would never take HIM for granted ever again...and now, a few short weeks later… I keep receiving things like this…”
He reached over to his side, and moved his hand into a box that was resting directly next to the rocking chair. Once he pulled his hand out, he revealed a picture of the “Sultan of Selfies” Prince MacRear, shooting the camera his patent duckface.
“You people miss HIM, don’t you? I know you do… It says so on the note that came with the picture…”
He turned the photo around and began to read.
“‘Please come back, Prince! We miss you!’ Hehehehehehehehehehahahaha!”
He laughed manically, tugging on his mask as he did so.
“You want nothing more than to hear ‘Sexy Back’ fill the arena speakers and watch as Prince MacRear makes his triumphant return to LDFC. You want to see HIM return to social media and spam your timelines with selfies so you could all pretend that you adore him - but then, when his back is turned, you run him down as if he means nothing to this world. EVERYONE IN THIS COMPANY IS TWO-FACED, AND NOW SO AM I! Only I… bring a different meaning to two-faced.”
He pointed at his mask and continued laughing maniacally.
“For months you used HIS passion for this business against him. You saw he wanted nothing more than to erase HIS history from HIS previous employer by winning the Apex Championship, and when HE came up short… People like Donnie Cross and Nest used that against HIM. Even you, Terrence…”
He laid the picture back down in the box and rocked himself back and forth.
“Even you took jabs at HIM even though he made you his personal whipping boy each and every time you two stepped in the ring together. And now, here you are… the number one contender to the Apex Championship, but let's be truthful here, Terrence. There’s only two reasons why you are the number one contender. The first one? HE isn’t here anymore, and the second? I don’t want that piece of tin. My goal in LDFC is a simple one, Terrence, and that is to make all of you pay for pushing the one and only STAR LDFC had to offer away. My mission is to make you REGRET ever mistreating him and acting as if he meant nothing to this company WHEN HE WAS THE ONE WORKING HIS BACKSIDE OFF IN BOTH LDFC AND FGA WHENEVER THEY WANTED HIM TO SHOW UP FOR A MATCH!”
He stopped, calming himself down before he spoke back up.
“... I hate that, Terrence. I hate that HE wasted his time here only to be fed to Nest time after time, and when HE finally had the championship won… of course, the referee was knocked out cold. Miraculously, he woke up when Nest started to mount some momentum BUT I GUESS THAT’S JUST HOW THE COOKIE CRUMBLES!”
He stood up, put his foot on the rocking chair, and pushed it back against the nearest wall.
“I can’t take your title match away from you, Terrence, but what I can do is make sure that you don’t have enough strength in that NASTTTY body of yours to be able to defeat Nest. If HE can’t hold the Apex Championship, NOBODY OTHER THAN NEST EVER WILL!”
He turned his head over his shoulder and pulled down on his beard.
“And your partners? Well, they’re just at the wrong place at the wrong time. However, I won’t hesitate to knock their heads off if they step in my way to get to you BECAUSE YOU, TERRENCE, ARE ONE OF THE MANY ASSHOLES IN THIS PLACE THAT PUSHED HIM AWAY…”
Turning around fully, he approached the camera steadily with a grin.
“...and pulled me in…”
He reached forward and pulled the camera down to the floor to close the scene.
