BANKRUPT

[Perello]

“MOTHER! STOP WORRYING! I’M ONLY TALKING! I’M NOT GOING OUT TO FIGHT ANYONE!” 

“BUT PRINCE! YOUR BODY MOVEMENTS WHILE YOU TALK MIGHT IRRITATE YOUR RASH!” 

“NO IT WON---” 

Before he can finish his sentence, the self-proclaimed leader of the LDFC locker room turns his head and sees the little red light shining on his handheld camera. 

“MOTHER! THAT WAS STREAMED FOR EVERYONE TO SEE! STOP BRINGING UP MY RASH!” 

“WELL I’M SORRY FOR CARING ABOUT YOU!” 

Looking like he has heard enough from his mother, Prince rolls his eyes and presses forward to walk out of the room he was in. 

“ONE SECOND, NASTIES! I don’t want mother to hear what I’m about to say about Aria Shanks. She doesn’t need to hear me saying horrible things because she still thinks I’m a saint!” 

He reaches his hand up and pushes open the door in front of him, walking right out to his front porch. The sun nearly blinds the charismatic upstart, getting him to squint his eyes real low before he begins to speak. 

“ARIA BANKS…  

I HATE YOU. I HATE YOUR FAMILY. I HATE YOUR STUPID PETS. I HATE THAT THING THAT YOU CALL A SMILE! BUT MOST OF ALL -- I HATE THAT YOU CAME TO LDFC. I HATE THAT ALL THESE NASTIES LIKE YOOOOOOU GET A CHANCE TO COME HERE AND COMPETE FOR SOMETHING THAT YOU DON’T DESERVE! LET’S THINK ABOUT THIS FOR A SECOND, MMMMKAY? THE CAROLINA CUP IS THIS PRESTIGIOUS THING, CORRECT? AND YET, WE HAVE LOSERS FROM OTHER PLACES COMPETING FOR IT!” 

He huffs and puffs, using his free hand to try and block the sun shining into his eyes. 

“I don’t get it. I really don’t understand it! WHY IN THE WORLD DOES LDFC ALLOW PEOPLE LIKE YOU, ADAM ADONIS, AND EVERY OTHER NASTY WHO STEPPED FOOT INTO MYYYY TEMPLE KNOWN AS LDFC GIVE YOU A CHANCE TO ACTUALLY WIN SOMETHING FOR ONCE IN YOUR MISERABLE CAREERS?!” 

He pauses for a second, staring at the camera with his brows arched. 

“Is it because people like you and Adonis can’t amount to anything in your place of employment and study? Maybe! I mean, come on! YOU WENT AS FAR AS TO STEAL A CHAMPIONSHIP FROM RISE BECAUSE YOU KNEW THAT YOU COULDN’T WIN IT! SURE, YOU WON THE WCS TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS, BUT EVERYONE KNOOOOOOOOWS THAT IT WAS YOUR PARTNERS WHO WON THE MATCH! YOU’RE JUST THE ONE WHO WAS LUCKY ENOUGH TO SECURE A PINFALL!” 

He shoots the camera a cocky little grin, then turns his gaze from the camera to the land in front of him. 

“I tried to warn you, Aria. I tried to tell you from the very beginning that you did not belong here, and what did you do? You just kept coming back. You kept coming back and you found me, you bullied me, and you MADE ME THROW YOU THROUGH A MIRROR! Now, here’s my question for you, black sheep Banks number two…” 

He turns his gaze back to the camera. 

“... what do you think I’m capable of doing to you to win the Carolina Cup if I tried THAT hard to get you to stay away from here? There’s nothing, Aria. Absolutely nothing that I won’t do to make sure THAT YOUR NASTY MACREAR IS LAYING LIFELESS ON THE MAT, AND I’M THE ONE HOLDING THE CAROLINA CUP HIGH IN THE AIR WITH MARTINI INGREDIENTS DRIPPING DOWN MY CHIN!” 

He licks his lips, almost as if he were already tasting the gin dripping down his face. 

“I said this to Jensen, and I’ll say this to you, Aria. You are ALREADY MADE! And it’s not because of your talents. It’s because of your last name. YOU DON’T NEED THE CAROLINA CUP! YOU’LL STILL BE PRAISED AND PEOPLE WILL ACT LIKE YOU'RE SOME SORT OF BIG DEAL JUST BECAUSE OF YOU ARE! People like me? We weren’t born into wrestling royalty. We have to do everything on our own and work our way from the ground up! THAT’S SOMETHING YOU’LL NEVER UNDERSTAND, ARIA!” 

He stops, growing increasingly frustrated as he looks away from the camera. 

“I might not be on the best terms with LDFC, the trainers and everyone else in this place, but this is MY HOME! 

MINE! 

AND I’M GOING TO DEFEND MY HOME LIKE IT’S WORLD WAR THREE! I’M GOING TO DO WHAT THAT USELESS BIG BREASTED, GUMMY CANDY LIPPED BIMBO COULDN’T DO AND I’M GOING TO BRING THE CAROLINA CUP BACK WHERE IT BELONGS...” 

He turns his head to look at the camera. 

“... back home in LDFC.” 

“PRINCE! I CAN HEAR YOU! WHAT ARE YOU SAYING ABOUT THAT YOUNG LADY?!” 

“UGGGGGGH! MOTHER, BE QUIET! I’M TRYING TO DO SOMETHING!” 

He rolls his eyes.  

“Ciao, bitches.”