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[Perello]

The pictures opens up focusing on a 6 foot by 3 foot wax painting of Prince MacRear doing his trademark apron pose while taking a selfie. As the camera pans out, we see Prince MacRear himself sipping on a wine glass filled with Perrier sparkling water and his pinky held out. After he swallows it down, MacRear sets the glass the on the floor and crosses his arms, gazing back at the wax painting.

“Isn’t it gorggggggggggg!!” He says, as he giggles to himself and moves his right hand over his mouth.

“I mean, seriously! If the real deal wasn’t standing right here, then this painting would have been the most BEAUTIFUL thing in this world! Look at it!” He takes a step forward and uses his right hand to caress his fingers down the painting.

“It’s PERFECT! NO WRINKLES. SKIN COLORATION IS PERFECT! AND MY HAIR!?” He looks up the ponytail and can’t help but blush.

“My hair is as perfect as they could get it. This painting… is the most amazing thing I have ever seen and my most prized possession. And why is it my most prized possession? Because it shows how much I’ve grown as a person in the last year!” He spins around, now facing the camera. The camera pans out some to show the top and bottom of his Burberry pajamas, and the pink, fuzzy monster slippers on his feet.

“I think sometimes people forget what LDFC is supposed to be! LDFC is the platform that we as wrestlers are supposed to use to get us ready for FGA! We’re supposed to grow! DEVELOP EVEN! And most of the people in LDFC have developed. Even some NASTIES THAT I CAN’T STAND AND WISH ACNE ON…” He pauses, calming himself down before he snaps out.

“... have developed. Take a look at Nest, nasties! He’s lost weight, shaved his head, and became a wrestling machine! Big, HUGE difference now compared to when he first got here. The Crimson Baroness went from loudmouth beeeeeyotch to one of the most feared talents in this entire place! And me?” He smirks arrogantly.

“I’ve shown the world that I was more than just looks and a fantabulous wardrobe! I SHOWED THE WORLD THAT I, LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, HAVE A TIT-BIT OF UGLY LIVING INSIDE OF ME! UGLY THAT I ONLY USE WHEN I NEED TO! I AM THEE LEADER OF THE LOCKER ROOM FOR A REASON, AND IT’S BECAUSE I AM THE UNCROWNED CHAMPION OF LDFC! THE BEAUTY THAT KICKS ALL THE BOOTY!” He giggles, taking a step toward the camera.

“But then there’s those that haven’t developed one bit, nasties. The Emily Carter’s of the world who purchased a ‘How to be Annie Zellor without being Annie Zellor’ book before she began her journey as a wrestler. The Donnie Cross’ of the world that have nothing else going for them other than their UGLY accent! And the Jensen Banks’ of the world…” He pauses, tapping his finger off of his chin as he tries to think of something that Jensen has done.

“... who have done nothing more than change their last name in hopes that the rest of us FUTURE STARS would take them seriously. It’s pretty freaking pathetic that the most significant thing you’ve done in this place was change your stupid last name, and come up with a corny little catchphrase, Jensen. TRULY PATHETIC! BUT THAT SHOWS YOU WHY I’M UP HERE!” He points at the sky.

“AND YOU’RE DOWN HERE!” He points at the ground.

“But you wanna change all that, don’t you, Jenny? You want people to praise your name like they praise your sibling’s names! You want to be a STAR in this wrestling world, and you don’t care if you have to take shortcuts to do so!” He laughs, shaking his head in disgust as he does so.

“See, you could call me names, Jensen. Call me a bitch, or do like Donnie and say that I’m a coward… but everything I’ve built? I’ve built as Prince MacRear Valcone. I didn’t have a wrestling royalty last name to fall back on like you did. But you? You knew you didn’t have what it took as Jensen Walczak to reach the next level, so what did you do?! YOU SOLD OUT AND WENT RIGHT TO THE BANKS!” He takes another step toward the camera, his face now clear of any emotion.

“I’m not gonna be your stepping stone, Jensen. I’m not gonna be your one and only big victory in LDFC. You claim you’re gonna take me to Bank Shot City?” He shakes head no.

“No. I’m gonna put an end to Bank Shot City with THE MACREARICANE AND TAKE IT OUT LIKE HURRICANE SANDY DID NEW JERSEY!” He shines his patent duckface. 

“Bitch.”