After Show for Pride S04E04

[Perello]

Hey guys. I figured this would be a good way to keep storylines moving heading into the "off week".

After each show, I'll post an After Show thread for each show. The idea of the After Show is to give your in-character thoughts on what happened on the show.

Want to move your storyline alone? Talk about it?

You wanted to send in that backstage segment but never sent it in time? Post it here.

You got attacked? Talk about it.

You got screwed? Talk about it.

You want to brag? Talk about it.

I'm not asking for anything much. This isn't even mandatory. But 5-6 lines at the most is perfectly fine. If you want to do more than that? By all means, go for it.

If you do respond to these threads, then your character's dialogue will be used in upcoming magazine shows, DVD tapings and news reports. Again, it's just a way to keep storylines moving.

#TerrVoice

[Perello]

PRINCE MACREAR: FLUKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FREAKING FLUKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Cameras are already on the scene where Prince MacRear is shown throwing a hissy fit backstage. He flips a table first, then looks ready to punch a hole in the wall, but decides against once he glances down at his hand.

PRINCE MACREAR: Totes not breaking my wrist over a stupid FLUKE!!!!!!!!!!!!! FREAKING FLUKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He hunches over and grabs the table he flipped over by its edges. Struggling to lift it back up, MacRear decides to just start stomping on it over and over again until he turns around and sees the cameraman recording him.

PRINCE MACREAR: OH, YOU NASTIES WANT A PIECE OF THIS?! HUH?! YOU…

He slips one elbow pad off.

PRINCE MACREAR: WANT…

And the other one comes of.

PRINCE MACREAR: A PIECE OF THIS?!

He flings his elbow pads directly at the camera team and stomps his feet in their direction

PRINCE MACREAR: I DIDN’T THINK SO! SO EXPLAIN TO ME WHY YOU’RE BACK HERE RECORDING ME WHEN I’M HAVING A MINOR MELTDOWN!!!!!!

CAMERAMAN: Um… it’s our job, Prince.

MacRear rolls his eyes and slides his fingers through his blonde locks.

PRINCE MACREAR: Your job, huh? YOU MEAN THE ONE YOU GET PAID MINIMUM WAGE FOR, HUH?! THE ONE THAT BARELY GIVES YOU ENOUGH MONEY TO FEED YOUR FAT WIFE AND DISGUSTING KIDS?! YOUR WIFE IS PROBABLY CHEATING ON YOU RIGHT NOW YOU--YOU--UGH!!!!!!!!!!

With his cheeks a rosy red, MacRear begins huffing and puffing as he leans back against the hallway wall.

PRINCE MACREAR: That match? That match was a FLUKE! BECKY AND BUTTHEAD DIDN’T WIN THAT MATCH, MMMKAY? THEY DID NOT BEAT US, MMMMKAY? THE BARONESS AND I BEAT OURSELVES BECAUSE WE WERE BOTH TOO FOCUSED ON OTHER THINGS. OTHER PEOPLE!!

Pulling himself up from the wall, MacRear looks away from the cameraman and starts breathing heavily in an attempt to calm himself down.

PRINCE MACREAR: THOSE TWO SCUMBUCKETS BECKY AND MASON WILL NEVER, EVVVVVVVVVVVER BEAT ME OR THE BARONESS AGAIN, MMMMKAY? TONIGHT WAS A ONE IN A MILLION NIGHT FOR THEM, AND THEY FREAKING GOT THEIR ONE! But, you know what?

He turns his head and looks back at the cameraman.

PRINCE MACREAR: I’m happy for them. I’M HAPPY THAT THEY FINALLY DID SOMETHING THAT MEANS SOMETHING IN LDFC BECAUSE THEY SURE AS EYELINER HAVEN’T DONE ANYTHING WORTH MENTIONING UP UNTIL THIS POINT! So you know what? Good for them!

He starts to golf clap and then hunches over to pick up his elbow pads.

PRINCE MACREAR: But it’s not good for the NASTIES WHO THE BARONESS AND I WERE FOCUSED ON! For T.C.B - it was EMILY “PLATYPUS LIPS” CARTER. And for me? That no good weasel-brained turd Jensen Banks!!!!!! THEY ARE GOING TO PAY FOR BEING A DISTRACTION, AND THEY’RE GOING TO PAY SOON!!!!!!!

The Sultan tries to walk away, but the cameraman wasn’t going to let him go that easily.

CAMERAMAN: Um… how did Jensen and Emily distract you when they --

PRINCE MACREAR: DON’T ASK STUPID QUESTIONS, CAMERAMAN! YOU SAW ALL THAT NONSENSE ON SOCIAL MEDIA, DIDN’T YOU?! THEY WERE HARASSING US! THREATENING TO RUN IN AND RUIN THE MATCH! THE BARONESS AND I HAD TO WATCH OUR BACKS AND WATCH OUR FRONTS DURING THE ENTIRE MATCH!

Obviously he was making things up, but MacRear wasn’t opposed to changing stories around to make sure he and his friends saved face.

PRINCE MACREAR: AND THEY’RE… THEY’RE BOTH GOING TO RUE THIS DAY! IT’S TIME TO LET THE UGLY OUT, NASTIES!

Once again, MacRear walks away but turns his head to say one last thing.

PRINCE MACREAR: And I don’t need my stupid mask to do it.

With that, MacRear heads down the hallway, flipping tables and kicking chairs until he starts screaming again.

PRINCE MACREAR: SOMEBODY CALL THE NEAREST SPA AND TELL THEM THAT PRINCE MACREAR NEEDS A FACIAL! I HAVE…

He gags just as he reaches his locker room door.

PRINCE MACREAR: I HAVE TESTICLE SWEAT ON MY ---- OH MY GOD, I’M GONNA THROW UP!

He storms inside his locker room and slams the door shut, leaving everyone in the hallway to laugh at him and look around at the mess he made.

[Dreamscape]

The scene fades outside in the parking lot as LDFC rookie Mylo Dancers fitted in his RIP cut knelt down wiping away the sweat from his brow as he checked out his Harley Davidson. He shook his head a little followed by a small sigh. The sounds of footsteps behind him make him jump up, turn around and pull out a switch blade from his jean pocket ready to defend himself if need be. The sight of the switchblade startled the cameraman and Mylo looked a bit weirded out and confused at the same time. This being his first ever night at a LDFC show after having his debut match which came to a double count out against El Grande Malo, he wasn't expecting a cameraman to be in his face or anything for that matter. Everything was still new to him and it was time he started getting used to these sort of things. 

MYLO DANVERS: Holy shit...What the? The hell is this? 

Still a bit startled the cameraman swallows hard before answering. 

CAMERAMAN: This is uh uh uh..It's for for for an interview man! Calm down please! Don...Don...Don't hurt me bro. I'm just tryna do my job and ask you a few questions about the show. 

Mylo looked at him still a bit unsure about what was going on. The young Reapers In Pride member still held the switchblade up in a defensive position at the ready. 

MYLO DANVERS: Uh..Alright. Well go ahead ask whatever the hell it is feller. 

CAMERAMAN: Okay, but can you put the knife away please? Kinda of got me worried you're gonna shank me man. 

Mylo looks down at the switchblade and eases up a little. He snaps the blade back in it's concealed position and slides it back in his back pocket. 

MYLO DANVERS: Sorry I uh...Look I'm still new to this so sorry if I...Never mind. What is it?

CAMERAMAN: So after your first ever wrestling match ever, how did it feel? Were you nervous. 

Mylo scratched the back of his head and looked around.

MYLO DANVERS: Yeah I guess I was. I just went out there and did what Coach Spikes told me to do. Kept focused and tried my hardest..All I could try and do really. I was in there facing a feller that's a lot better than me so yeah I was nervous. Not cause of him..Cause of myself. I ain't ever gon' be scared of no other feller. 

CAMERAMAN: How bout the fans? What'd it feel like being in front of a crowd like that and hearing their reactions? 

Danvers shrugged. 

MYLO DANVERS: I don't know. I ain't much pay attention to them. Not like I gave too much a f**k on whether or not they cheering or booing me on. They can do whatever it is they do, I don't care. 

CAMERMAN: Alright so do you think you lived up to the hype that your RIP brethren in other companies have bestowed on any member of the club stepping into this spectrum? 

MYLO DANVERS: ..what? 

CAMERAMAN: I mean you know. Like the big names from your club..Lance Winters, Joseph Perello, Luke Wisia and Viktor Volkov. You think you lived up to the hype they've raised the light of the wrestling community with your performance tonight. 

Mylo shook his head. 

MYLO DANVERS: I can't speak on that. I never paid attention to what those fellers did until I was told to check them out by FGA's Pride Champion Tony Carmine. I watched and I see how they got a little cult following. Probably why I seen them RIP t-shirts and sh*t out there. But seeing all that they've done I don't think I did. I don't know if I ever will but the thing is I ain't following they footsteps. I'm here to bring my own flavor to the table.

He looks into the camera.

MYLO DANVERS: I'm LDFC's Reaper. 

CAMERAMAN: Alright so what about you and Malo? You two kept the fight going even after it coming down to the double count out. 

MYLO DANVERS: I'm a Reaper, fella. I ain't stopping until the fight is over. It's either you knock my ass out and get that W or I'ma keep coming back until it's you knocked the f**k out or haha...Worst. I was never taught to stop just cause of some bell rings or some zebra calling it off. That ain't my cup of tea bud. I don't go out there in a street fight waiting for somebody to call it quits. I'm as rabid as they come, I ain't stopping. You saw me out there tonight. I kept coming. And coming. I brought it against a feller who been in this thing longer than me. I showed the toughness I have. I show how bad I can f**k a mother f**ker up. I showed just how dangerous I can be. Just give me some time and you'll see me cleaning house with these fools. Mark my words.

Mylo turns around and climbs on his bike and doesn't let the cameraman answer anymore questions as he rides off with the engine of his bike roaring through the parking lot. 

[Justine]

Mercy was just recovering from her hard fought match against Skylar Cloud. Even though Mercy lost the match due to Kellen’s girl, Abby causing a stir, she was in high spirits when she stood beside this unknown woman who helped her. This woman was roughly just two inches shorter than Mercy, but her thick build looked like she could’ve crushed Abby without much effort. Mercy hugged the woman, who returned the hug sharing the same smiley features.

Mercy looked over to see a LDFC cameraman was filming the happy union. Mercy conveyed herself towards the camera knowing she had to explain herself, and who this woman who stood beside her.

“I’m disappointed more than anything that I was robbed of a win. A blind person could see that Kellen would have his girls cause me another inconvenience. I knew I had to do something - After so many weeks countless jabs and attacks by Kellen’s little girls, I felt I needed a little bit of backup for myself. I couldn’t call any random person, I had to look through my blood… my family, my cousin. Let me introduce… Grace.”

The camera pans over to the woman who is known as Grace stand menacing with her arms crossed. Her long black hair was in dreadlocks to the side, and wore a workout gear of a crop top and booty shorts. Her prominent feature was her strong, bulky thighs.

“I did notice that Kellen was unseasonable quite this week which rather disappointing actually. He dropped the ball when he lost the opening match tonight, I suppose the man wants to recoil his thoughts. Kellen, whenever you’re ready I’ll be here waiting for your next move.”

Mercy leaned herself against Grace’s shoulder. “Just a fair warning to Abby and Heather, if you want to get involved again than I have some bad news for you.”

Mercy leaned off Grace who, without any words, showed how menacing she could by only grabbing on to her wrist and showing her rounded fist.

“I hope to see you at the next Pride, Kel”

Mercy concluded, walking away with Grace on her side as the scene faded.