AN ARTISTA OF MANY FORMS~

[Perello]

The video package opens up with Prince MacRear standing in his bathroom, holding a mirror in one hand, and his cell phone in the other to record his video.

“Riddle me this… Riddle me that…”

He smiles smugly, admiring his own perfectly arched eyebrows.

“Thank God I’m pretty… and not fat!”

The flamboyant MacRear starts to giggle like a schoolgirl, and sets the mirror down on the sink in front of him.

“As you may already know, nasties… I’m an artista of many forms! I’m an artista in that ring! I’m an artista when I paint nails! And I’m an artista by just being the prettiest man alive!”

He smirks, spinning around to look directly at the phone.

“I can paint the perfect picture with many things, but I need the right tools to do so. Now, I don’t think you disgusting creatures listening to this understand what I’m saying, so allow me to break it down for you in STUPIGLY!”

He walks out of his bathroom and continues to hold his cell phone above his head to record.

“I can WORK with someone like The Crimson Baroness because I ACTUALLY LIKE her. I ACTUALLY respect her. Me and her are pretty much besties and we work well together! Hell, I can even work with someone like Keegan Hightower because he’s probably the second most talented male on this roster! But what else do Keegan and The Baroness in common?”

He quirks an eyebrow and grins.

“They’re both PRETTY. I LIKE PRETTY PEOPLE. I APPRECIATE PRETTY PEOPLE. I FEEL AT HOME WITH PRETTY PEOPLE! My partners at Pride? They are both… HIDEOUS! I DON’T LIKE EITHER OF THEM! BUT THIS IS WHAT LDFC LIKES TO DO, NASTIES! THEY LIKE TO STACK THE CARDS AGAINST ME TO GIVE YOU PEOPLE THAT SUPERMAN YOU ALL DESPERATELY CRAVE -- AND I AM SUUUUUUUUUUUPERMAN!”

He giggles as he makes his way down his steps.

“I’m sooo not looking forward to touching Butcher’s hand or even making eye contact with Hana Song, but you know what?! IT IS WHAT IS, NASTIES! I WILL CARRY MY TEAM TO VICTORY AND PROVE ONCE AGAIN WHY I AM ONE HALF OF THE BEST THINGS GOING AROUND HERE! THE OTHER HALF BEING THE BARONESS, OF COURSE, BUT I’M PRETTY SURE YOU NASTIES ALREADY KNEW THAT!”

Once down the steps, Prince walks toward his living room and stands right in front of his painting of himself.

“I already know that my partners and I aren’t going to agree on very many things. Hell, they’re both probably gonna get mad and uglier-faced because of my words here, BUT I DON’T CARE! LET’S NOT PLAY ANY GAMES HERE, PARTNERS. WE DON’T LIKE EACH OTHER -- FACT. BUT I’M SURE WE COULD ALL AGREE THAT NEST AND THE BRUTE CAMP ARE THE WORST THINGS TO EVER HAPPEN IN LDFC HISTORY!”

With his cheeks turning red, MacRear huffs and puffs while wagging his finger toward the phone.

“BECKY! I WILL ALWAYS HATE YOU! YOU ARE EXACTLY WHAT’S WRONG WITH LDFC! YOU AND EMILY CARTER AND ALL YOU TEENY BOPPERS RUNNING AROUND HERE LIKE IT’S SOME KIND OF PLAYGROUND! LIKE IT’S THE HIGH SCHOOL HOMECOMING DANCE! WELL GUESS WHAT, HUNNIE! I’M THE HOMECOMING KING AROUND HERE AND YOU CAN’T SIT WITH US!”

He moves away from the painting, making his way toward his couch where he plops down and kicks his feet up onto the nearest table.

“AND DON’T YOU WORRY! I HAVE SOMETHING COMING FOR BUT MASON TOO, NASTIES! I WILL NEVER FORGIVE HIM FOR WHAT HE DID TO ME! I STILL HAVE NIGHTMARES ABOUT THAT HORRIBLE MOMENT! NOBODY GETS AWAY WITH DISRESPECTING ME, MASON! NOBODY! JUST ASK YOUR PARTNER, NEST!”

The mere mention of Nest’s name causes MacRear to quiver, but he continues anyway.

“I DON’T CARE WHAT NASTY NEST SAYS PUBLICLY, BUT I KNOW THAT DEEP DOWN? NEST KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT I’M CAPABLE OF! WIN, LOSE OR DRAW, I ALWAYS GIVE NEST BEATINGS THAT LEAVE HIM LIMPING FOR DAYS, AND THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT I’M GOING TO DO TO YOU, MASON! USUALLY I’D BE FOCUSED ON BECKY OR NEST, BUT YOU…”

A scowl forms on MacRear’s face.

“You’ve earned a date with the ugly, Mason. You’ve earned yourself a beating LIKE ONE YOU HAVE NEVER FELT BEFORE FROM THE HANDS OF THE LEADER OF THE LOCKER ROOM! And I promise you this, Mason…”

He sits up from his couch, leaning his face right into the camera.

“After Pride is over? You will never DARE DISRESPECT ME AGAIN! Hana? Butcher? All you two freaks have to do is stay out of my way and I’m sure everything else will MARVELACIOUS!”

He shoots the camera a wink before he reaches his free hand behind it.

“Ciao, bitches.”

And with that, the picture turns to static.