The Ugly Inside
Nov 16, 2015 2:39:21 GMT -5
Post by Perello on Nov 16, 2015 2:39:21 GMT -5
For the first time in a long time, the scene opened outside the luxurious Hollywood home of Prince “MacRear” Valcone. The camera took in the scenery at first, focusing on the waterfall in front of Valcone’s house, before panning over to the side to show the man himself sitting on his front patio.
No mask.
No spaghetti beard coming from his chin.
And for the first time in months, Valcone looked as groomed as he did before his transformation into the Valcone persona. The only things that were missing from making him MacRear again was a cellphone and a scarf, but that would come in due time…
...Maybe.
“Hehehehehehe.”
Just by the giggle, you could tell Valcone was happy. He wore a “Crimson Baroness” t-shirt with plaid shorts and those thong-strapped flip flops as he wistfully stared out into the distance.
“So close… the butterfly is so close to being born again, but… there’s one thing left to do. One thing that can be done at 3rd Strike, and BELIEVE ME! IT WILL GET DONE, NASTIES! BREE NELSON, DONOVAN CROSS, AND EMILY CARTER WILL PAY FOR WHAT THEY DID… one last time...”
Valcone turned his head to the side and gazed into the camera.
“That is if they could actually make it to the show, but after the beating they received at Pride… I doubt they show their UGLY faces! They SHOULD know that it’d be in their best interest to not show up to 3rd Strike at all!”
He smirked, still staring at the camera.
“Tell me something, nasties. Did you expect to see Brody Watts return to LDFC at the last episode of Pride, HMMMM? Better yet, did you expect him to return and align himself with LDFC’S RESIDENT STUD MUFFIN… MUAH! And the woman who’s making every other female in LDFC look like the insignificant donkey-faced bimbos that they are in the Crimson Baroness?!”
He paused for a moment, a scowl now on his face.
“I don’t think you did! But, how could you?! Brody hasn’t been seen or heard from in ages, but at Pride… Brody made his return to LDFC to help the Baroness and I extinguish all of the ugly! All of the fake, happy go lucky, smile in your face, knife in your back types! And I…”
He giggled in an annoying fashion.
“... I couldn’t be happier about it! I guess you’re all wondering how Brody Watts fits into this situation, and it’s all quite simple really. Brody Watts was the only, ONLY person who reached out to me when I thought I lost EVERYTHING. HE was the man who showed me that the wrestling world was ugly! HE was the man who told me that the only way for me to thrive in this business was to become ugly like everyone else! HE was the man who got me the mask that I wore, and once he found out that Emily, Donnie and Bree stole it from me… HE wasn’t too thrilled to say the least.”
He rubbed his hands down his bare face, staring out ahead once again.
“When I first donned the mask, I need to be ugly. Ugly like Bree, Donnie and Emily. But, after Pride… I realized that I don’t have to cover this BILLION DOLLAR FACE to become UGLY. The ugly lives in here…”
He pointed at his chest as he looked back at the camera.
“The UGLY has always been in here, but… I had a problem. I had a problem tapping into the ugly that I had inside of me - but, once I put on the mask… tapping into the ugly was no longer a problem. When the mask was STOLEN away from me, I questioned myself… AGAIN.”
He sighed.
“I had no idea how I would tap into the ugly without the mask because THERE SURE ISN’T ANY UGLY ON THIS FACE OR BODY, PEOPLE! And at Pride… I saw that I didn’t need the mask to become ugly. I DON’T NEED TO DEPRIVE THE FANS FROM SEEING THE MOST BEAUTIFUL MAN IN WRESTLING HISTORY ANY LONGER BECAUSE I COULD BE JUST AS UGLY WITHOUT THE MASK AS I AM WITH IT!!”
He grinned, turning his head back to look at the camera.
“And come 3rd Strike… I will tap into the ugly one more time and get rid of the three NASTIES THAT THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY TO STEAL FROM ME! THIS ENDS AT 3RD STRIKE, AND WHEN WE’RE FINISHED WITH YOU THREE…”
He smirked as he stood up from the chair he was seated on.
“You’ll be the ones who need masks. Not to cover your ‘pretty’ faces… but to cover up the damage me, Brody, and Baroness do to you.”
He shot the camera his patent duckface…
“Ciao, bitches.”
WORDCOUNT: 800
No mask.
No spaghetti beard coming from his chin.
And for the first time in months, Valcone looked as groomed as he did before his transformation into the Valcone persona. The only things that were missing from making him MacRear again was a cellphone and a scarf, but that would come in due time…
...Maybe.
“Hehehehehehe.”
Just by the giggle, you could tell Valcone was happy. He wore a “Crimson Baroness” t-shirt with plaid shorts and those thong-strapped flip flops as he wistfully stared out into the distance.
“So close… the butterfly is so close to being born again, but… there’s one thing left to do. One thing that can be done at 3rd Strike, and BELIEVE ME! IT WILL GET DONE, NASTIES! BREE NELSON, DONOVAN CROSS, AND EMILY CARTER WILL PAY FOR WHAT THEY DID… one last time...”
Valcone turned his head to the side and gazed into the camera.
“That is if they could actually make it to the show, but after the beating they received at Pride… I doubt they show their UGLY faces! They SHOULD know that it’d be in their best interest to not show up to 3rd Strike at all!”
He smirked, still staring at the camera.
“Tell me something, nasties. Did you expect to see Brody Watts return to LDFC at the last episode of Pride, HMMMM? Better yet, did you expect him to return and align himself with LDFC’S RESIDENT STUD MUFFIN… MUAH! And the woman who’s making every other female in LDFC look like the insignificant donkey-faced bimbos that they are in the Crimson Baroness?!”
He paused for a moment, a scowl now on his face.
“I don’t think you did! But, how could you?! Brody hasn’t been seen or heard from in ages, but at Pride… Brody made his return to LDFC to help the Baroness and I extinguish all of the ugly! All of the fake, happy go lucky, smile in your face, knife in your back types! And I…”
He giggled in an annoying fashion.
“... I couldn’t be happier about it! I guess you’re all wondering how Brody Watts fits into this situation, and it’s all quite simple really. Brody Watts was the only, ONLY person who reached out to me when I thought I lost EVERYTHING. HE was the man who showed me that the wrestling world was ugly! HE was the man who told me that the only way for me to thrive in this business was to become ugly like everyone else! HE was the man who got me the mask that I wore, and once he found out that Emily, Donnie and Bree stole it from me… HE wasn’t too thrilled to say the least.”
He rubbed his hands down his bare face, staring out ahead once again.
“When I first donned the mask, I need to be ugly. Ugly like Bree, Donnie and Emily. But, after Pride… I realized that I don’t have to cover this BILLION DOLLAR FACE to become UGLY. The ugly lives in here…”
He pointed at his chest as he looked back at the camera.
“The UGLY has always been in here, but… I had a problem. I had a problem tapping into the ugly that I had inside of me - but, once I put on the mask… tapping into the ugly was no longer a problem. When the mask was STOLEN away from me, I questioned myself… AGAIN.”
He sighed.
“I had no idea how I would tap into the ugly without the mask because THERE SURE ISN’T ANY UGLY ON THIS FACE OR BODY, PEOPLE! And at Pride… I saw that I didn’t need the mask to become ugly. I DON’T NEED TO DEPRIVE THE FANS FROM SEEING THE MOST BEAUTIFUL MAN IN WRESTLING HISTORY ANY LONGER BECAUSE I COULD BE JUST AS UGLY WITHOUT THE MASK AS I AM WITH IT!!”
He grinned, turning his head back to look at the camera.
“And come 3rd Strike… I will tap into the ugly one more time and get rid of the three NASTIES THAT THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY TO STEAL FROM ME! THIS ENDS AT 3RD STRIKE, AND WHEN WE’RE FINISHED WITH YOU THREE…”
He smirked as he stood up from the chair he was seated on.
“You’ll be the ones who need masks. Not to cover your ‘pretty’ faces… but to cover up the damage me, Brody, and Baroness do to you.”
He shot the camera his patent duckface…
“Ciao, bitches.”
WORDCOUNT: 800
