NOTHING SPECIAL!! [vs. Becky]
Nov 1, 2015 19:48:56 GMT -5
Post by Perello on Nov 1, 2015 19:48:56 GMT -5
“I can’t … I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!”
The picture opened up inside the locker room of Prince ‘MacRear’ Valcone. Valcone was sitting in a chair, staring out towards a mirror the sat across the room. Valcone rubbed his fingers down his face, pulling down on his cheeks and grunting as he did so.
“WHY… WHY MUST PEOPLE TAKE FROM ME?! FIRST NEST TOOK THE APEX CHAMPIONSHIP AWAY FROM ME, AND NOW… NOW DONNIE CROSS AND HIS STUPID GIRLFRIEND SLASH BOYFRIEND SLASH PET DACHSHUND WANT TO TAKE MY MASK!? WHY?! WHAT DID I EVER DO TO THEM BESIDES BEAT THEM IN A MATCH, BECKY?!”
Speaking his Pride opponent's name, Valcone continued to stare at his maskless face in the mirror, moving his hands down to his lap.
“I’ll tell you why, BECKY. Because everyone in LDFC is a lying, cheating, evil, UGLY, DISGUSTING, MONSTER!! THEY PRETEND LIKE THEY’RE YOUR FRIENDS, AND THEY PRETEND LIKE THEY’RE HERE JUST TO BECOME BETTER WRESTLERS - BUT, THE TRUTH IS? THEY’RE ALL HERE TO SIMPLY BRING YOU PAIN! BRING YOU HARM! MAKE YOU FEEL LIKE YOU’RE AN INSIGNIFICANT PIECE OF HAIR THAT YOU PULLED OUT OF YOUR HEAD WHEN YOU WERE BRUSHING IT!”
He huffed and puffed, spinning himself around to look away from the mirror and toward the camera.
“The faster you learn that, BECKY, the better of a chance you have at succeeding here in LDFC. People will come up to you, talk you up, and make it seem like they want to be your best buddy, but AS SOON AS YOU’RE CLOSE TO ACHIEVING WHAT THEY WANT - THEY RIP THAT FAKE FRIENDSHIP RIGHT AWAY FROM YOU!!! AND YOU, BECKY… YOU SEEM LIKE A NICE GIRL. A GULLIBLE, STRANGE, PRETTY FREAKING NASTY, BUT… A NICE GIRL NONETHELESS…”
He tucked his head down, his eyes now focused on the floor.
“And people are going to walk all over you for that reason. Do you think people were truly impressed with your win over Kennedy Black at Frontier to the Future? SURE, THEY’LL SAY HOW IMPRESSIVE IT WAS TO YOUR FACE, BUT, BEHIND YOUR BACK? THAT’S WHERE THE TRUTH COMES OUT, BECKY! NOBODY GIVES A SKIN MOISTURIZING DAMN THAT YOU BEAT KENNEDY BLACK! HELL, WHO IN THE WORLD GAVE HER PERMISSION TO COMPETE IN MY RING ANYWAY, HUH?! I SURE DIDN’T SAY KENNEDY BLACK WAS ALLOWED TO SHARE THE SAME RING THAT I’VE CALLED HOME FOR THE LAST HALF A YEAR!”
Realizing he was doing nothing but screaming his lungs out - and losing his voice - Valcone breathed in a couple times to calm himself down before he looked up at the camera. He covered the bottom part of his face with his right hand and took a quick glance at mirror across the room.
“You, Becky, are nothing special. Nothing I haven’t seen here before in LDFC or FGA. A bubbly little brat who thinks that wrestling is all fun and games and people will appreciate you for being such a BRIGHT LITTLE PERSONALITY! NO, BECKY! THAT’S NOT HOW IT WORKS! THIS IS AN UGLY BUSINESS, AND THE ONLY WAY TO TRULY SUCCEED IS TO MAKE YOURSELF UGLY LIKE EVERYONE ELSE! LOOK AT OUR CHAMP, NEST. THE LEADER OF THE NASTIES! THE MAN WHO HAS NOT TASTED TO DEFEAT ANYONE - N E ONE BUT MUAH! Even you have to agree that Nest may just be the NASTIEST lifeform that has ever graced this world… AND THAT’S WHY HE DOMINATES, BECKY! YOU…”
He chuckled maniacally, rocking himself back and forth as he continued to speak.
“... you could get all the pointers and all the tips from your role model Annie Zellor that you want, but even she knows deep down that the only way to succeed in this world that we call WRESTLING… is to become ugly. UGLY LIKE ME!”
Finally moving his hand away from the bottom part of his face, Valcone gazed at his reflection in the mirror, a disgusted look on his face.
“Bring your bubblegum. Bring your hideous brutal apparel. BRING ALL YOUR POWERPUFF GIRLS WITH YOU BECAUSE THERE’S MORE THAN ENOUGH OF YOU FRAUDULENT BIMBOS RUNNING AROUND THE WRESTLING WORLD NOWADAYS…”
He stood up and walked toward the mirror, a grin forming from cheek to cheek.
“... but none of that will save you Becky. NOTHING, AND NO ONE WILL SAVE YOU FROM THE BEATING THAT I’M GOING TO GIVE YOU AT PRIDE! NOTHING IS GOING TO STOP ME FROM MAKING YOU UGLY! NOTHING IS GOING TO STOP ME FROM GETTING MY MASK BACK! AND NOTHING… AND NO ONE IS GOING TO STOP ME FROM GETTING BACK TO THE TOP OF THE MOUNTAIN HERE IN LDFC. CIAO…”
In one fluid motion, MacRear pulled his foot up and superkicked the mirror, shattering it into a dozen of different pieces.
“... BITCHES.”
The picture opened up inside the locker room of Prince ‘MacRear’ Valcone. Valcone was sitting in a chair, staring out towards a mirror the sat across the room. Valcone rubbed his fingers down his face, pulling down on his cheeks and grunting as he did so.
“WHY… WHY MUST PEOPLE TAKE FROM ME?! FIRST NEST TOOK THE APEX CHAMPIONSHIP AWAY FROM ME, AND NOW… NOW DONNIE CROSS AND HIS STUPID GIRLFRIEND SLASH BOYFRIEND SLASH PET DACHSHUND WANT TO TAKE MY MASK!? WHY?! WHAT DID I EVER DO TO THEM BESIDES BEAT THEM IN A MATCH, BECKY?!”
Speaking his Pride opponent's name, Valcone continued to stare at his maskless face in the mirror, moving his hands down to his lap.
“I’ll tell you why, BECKY. Because everyone in LDFC is a lying, cheating, evil, UGLY, DISGUSTING, MONSTER!! THEY PRETEND LIKE THEY’RE YOUR FRIENDS, AND THEY PRETEND LIKE THEY’RE HERE JUST TO BECOME BETTER WRESTLERS - BUT, THE TRUTH IS? THEY’RE ALL HERE TO SIMPLY BRING YOU PAIN! BRING YOU HARM! MAKE YOU FEEL LIKE YOU’RE AN INSIGNIFICANT PIECE OF HAIR THAT YOU PULLED OUT OF YOUR HEAD WHEN YOU WERE BRUSHING IT!”
He huffed and puffed, spinning himself around to look away from the mirror and toward the camera.
“The faster you learn that, BECKY, the better of a chance you have at succeeding here in LDFC. People will come up to you, talk you up, and make it seem like they want to be your best buddy, but AS SOON AS YOU’RE CLOSE TO ACHIEVING WHAT THEY WANT - THEY RIP THAT FAKE FRIENDSHIP RIGHT AWAY FROM YOU!!! AND YOU, BECKY… YOU SEEM LIKE A NICE GIRL. A GULLIBLE, STRANGE, PRETTY FREAKING NASTY, BUT… A NICE GIRL NONETHELESS…”
He tucked his head down, his eyes now focused on the floor.
“And people are going to walk all over you for that reason. Do you think people were truly impressed with your win over Kennedy Black at Frontier to the Future? SURE, THEY’LL SAY HOW IMPRESSIVE IT WAS TO YOUR FACE, BUT, BEHIND YOUR BACK? THAT’S WHERE THE TRUTH COMES OUT, BECKY! NOBODY GIVES A SKIN MOISTURIZING DAMN THAT YOU BEAT KENNEDY BLACK! HELL, WHO IN THE WORLD GAVE HER PERMISSION TO COMPETE IN MY RING ANYWAY, HUH?! I SURE DIDN’T SAY KENNEDY BLACK WAS ALLOWED TO SHARE THE SAME RING THAT I’VE CALLED HOME FOR THE LAST HALF A YEAR!”
Realizing he was doing nothing but screaming his lungs out - and losing his voice - Valcone breathed in a couple times to calm himself down before he looked up at the camera. He covered the bottom part of his face with his right hand and took a quick glance at mirror across the room.
“You, Becky, are nothing special. Nothing I haven’t seen here before in LDFC or FGA. A bubbly little brat who thinks that wrestling is all fun and games and people will appreciate you for being such a BRIGHT LITTLE PERSONALITY! NO, BECKY! THAT’S NOT HOW IT WORKS! THIS IS AN UGLY BUSINESS, AND THE ONLY WAY TO TRULY SUCCEED IS TO MAKE YOURSELF UGLY LIKE EVERYONE ELSE! LOOK AT OUR CHAMP, NEST. THE LEADER OF THE NASTIES! THE MAN WHO HAS NOT TASTED TO DEFEAT ANYONE - N E ONE BUT MUAH! Even you have to agree that Nest may just be the NASTIEST lifeform that has ever graced this world… AND THAT’S WHY HE DOMINATES, BECKY! YOU…”
He chuckled maniacally, rocking himself back and forth as he continued to speak.
“... you could get all the pointers and all the tips from your role model Annie Zellor that you want, but even she knows deep down that the only way to succeed in this world that we call WRESTLING… is to become ugly. UGLY LIKE ME!”
Finally moving his hand away from the bottom part of his face, Valcone gazed at his reflection in the mirror, a disgusted look on his face.
“Bring your bubblegum. Bring your hideous brutal apparel. BRING ALL YOUR POWERPUFF GIRLS WITH YOU BECAUSE THERE’S MORE THAN ENOUGH OF YOU FRAUDULENT BIMBOS RUNNING AROUND THE WRESTLING WORLD NOWADAYS…”
He stood up and walked toward the mirror, a grin forming from cheek to cheek.
“... but none of that will save you Becky. NOTHING, AND NO ONE WILL SAVE YOU FROM THE BEATING THAT I’M GOING TO GIVE YOU AT PRIDE! NOTHING IS GOING TO STOP ME FROM MAKING YOU UGLY! NOTHING IS GOING TO STOP ME FROM GETTING MY MASK BACK! AND NOTHING… AND NO ONE IS GOING TO STOP ME FROM GETTING BACK TO THE TOP OF THE MOUNTAIN HERE IN LDFC. CIAO…”
In one fluid motion, MacRear pulled his foot up and superkicked the mirror, shattering it into a dozen of different pieces.
“... BITCHES.”
