https://archive.palanq.win/bant/thread/19869811/#19890728Priscilla celebrates in the ring, and as the crowd erupts into a chorus of boos, she bursts into laughter. She gestures toward one of the ringside assistants, who dutifully brings a microphone which Priscilla snatches from his grasp before pushing him away. She grins, and raises the mic to her lips.
>So that’s it, huh? That’s your B1 winner? Look at her! Cameraman, get some footage of Scared Jade for the fans watching at home, go on.With a grin on her face, Priscilla gestures toward Jade as she mopes outside the ring.
>You know, I warned her this would happen. I told her that winning the B1 was a happy ending she was incredibly lucky to have, and that all she’d do by pursuing me is turn it into a stepping stone to despair. And now, here we are. The sadness. The tears. The inevitable fate of a mediocre woman who you only ever pretended to care about because she’s every bit as mediocre as all of you filthy, disgusting, ugly poors.The crowd’s boos reach fever pitch, and Priscilla starts to shout into the mic to prevent her voice being drowned out.
>BOO ALL YOU WANT, YOU’LL STILL KEEP BUYING MY MERCH. YOU’LL STILL BUY MY DIVINE TOUCH BRANDED CLOTHING. ALL BECAUSE FOR MEDIOCRE LITTLE PEOPLE LIKE YOU, BREAKING THE BANK FOR SOMETHING THAT REMINDS YOU OF PRISCILLA DIVINE IS THE CLOSEST YOU’LL EVER GET TO BEING PERFECT LIKE ME!Priscilla laughs raucously.
>Especially those of you that boo the loudest. Yeah you. You’re completely and utterly empty. You have no real identities of your own beyond wishing you could be me. Just a mob of inbred retards that’ll do and say one thing here in this stadium, then go do something completely contradictory the moment you leave. You’re empty shells, whose words and actions mean absolutely nothing. And that’s why you’re completely unworthy of my time, so sit down, shut up and show some fucking appreciation for the fact that I’m giving it to you regardless. 