Post by Rage and Cage on Mar 7, 2023 6:18:20 GMT -5
((Crane and Reese reviewed the material and only made edits to keep their characters accurate. This is a combined work for Rage and Cage.))
Rage and Cage stand outside an elevator in the Turning Stone casino. Their suite is behind them as they are venturing out. Rage is in his recreational romper while Cage is wearing a pair of jeans and a white button-up shirt that is partially buttoned.
Rage: Any idea what this is all about?
Cage: No idea. The chief wanted a powwow.
Rage: DAMMIT, NIC! Cultural appropriation, much? Be better!
Cage: And it would also be offensive to order a peace pipe for our meeting.
Rage: Obviously!
Cage nervously chuckles, then pulls out his phone and frantically types. Once he receives a message back, he exhales. Soon after, the elevator dings and the doors open. Preston Reese is already inside. He’s wearing a black Armani suit with a wine-colored shirt. Nic greets him with a fist bump while Rage snorts.
Cage: So do you know what this is about?
Reese: Big man wanted to talk. That’s all I know.
The doors close. Reese pulls out a black card from his pocket and swipes it in the card reader. He then presses a button that says “CRANE”, and the elevator starts moving up. Reese notices Rage’s outfit. He can’t help but to give a sarcastic remark.
Reese: Thanks for dressing professionally.
Rage: The idea of professionalism is old and needs to die. What matters is getting the job done!
Reese: Honest, you’re a nice sports coat away from bringing some 90s retro chic. Respect.
Cage: Ah, I remember that trend!
The ride continues as Cage has another thought.
Cage: You think Katie Moss will be there?
Reese: Don’t know.
Rage: Some actual diversity in the meeting would be welcomed.
Cage: It’s that I remember this really old movie, Grease. When the girl got with the cool guy, she started wearing leather and extra make-up. I was thinking…
Reese: That would be hot. I like how your mind works.
Rage: She literally abandoned her true self to conform to what he wanted. It’s disgusting. There’s a reason it’s old and left behind.
Cage: Well, there’s another old movie, Happy Gilmore. It does something similar in his Happy Place.
Reese: Oh yeah! The mom from Modern Family was young and wearing that black lingerie. Nice…
The elevator finally stops and dings. The doors open to reveal “The High Roller” Wesley Crane along with Henderson in his penthouse on the top floor.
Crane: Gentlemen, come in! I thought it was time we discussed the important issues at St. Patrick’s Day Massacre.
Crane greets each man individually, then motions for them to head to his conference table and take a seat. As Rage walks by in his romper, Crane leans over to Henderson.
Crane: Didn’t I give them a clothing stipend?
Henderson: He donated it to various socialist causes.
Crane: For fuck’s sake…
Crane puts on a happy face and takes his rightful spot at the head of the table. On the table in front of him is the WUK World Title, folded and standing up.
Crane: We all know what Plan A is. It’s to utterly dominate WUK. We will do that by being there for each other. Reese, you did a great job in Seattle of being there for the boys. I want to see that again for their next match.
Reese: Got it.
Crane: When it comes to the Elimination Chamber, it’s all hands on deck! I know it seems impossible to break inside of it, but I’m working on something. Henderson will inform you of my plans the day of the event. Keeping this…
Crane motions toward the belt.
Crane: Is our highest priority. All other failures can be forgiven as long as I leave the Elimination Chamber with this belt.
Everyone looks around and nods.
Crane: Good. Now for Plan B.
Rage: Love it already. It’s a great name for something all people with uteruses should have access to whenever they want it.
Crane: Yeah, whatever. This Plan B is about the future. WUK has a battle royal for a shot at my title. The High Rollers Club needs to control that title shot. The three of you should be able to handle it.
Cage: I had an idea about that.
Crane motions for him to continue.
Cage: What if we just took a corner to ourselves? No one really teams up in battle royals, so we’d be in a good spot if we were defensive for the first ten eliminations or so. Let them do all the work for us.
Rage: If anyone gets close we’d pounce on them! We’d either eliminate them or make them run away!
Crane: So like a “High Rollers Club Power Corner?” That’s not bad. Henderson, can we get some advertisers to sponsor the corner?
Henderson: I’ll check into it.
Cage holds up his phone.
Cage: And I got a list here. Dakota Jennings and Kristy Mascara…
Rage: Like Salt and Pepper, wrong place at the wrong time.
Cage: Sinclair Godfrey, could be trouble…
Crane: She’s with Donzig, who’s a nice guy.
Cage: The dudes in Neon Bushido…
Rage: Sounds like a bad 80s movie.
Cage: Devon D’Andre and Terr…tarr…Terrible…
Rage: Too old and a never-will-be.
Cage: The new UTs…
Everyone else: Who?
Cage: Random Mc…Mc…uhh…McChicken!
Rage: As we’re kicking her ass, let’s make sure to say “I’m lovin’ it.”
Cage: Kalmin Watts…
Crane: If I can beat him twice, you can beat him once.
Cage: The Shiek…
Rage: He pollutes the image of a mostly peaceful people. I’ll enjoy eliminating him!
Cage: Esmeralda German name…
Crane: Big deal in some outlaw company. No need to worry.
Cage: Ai Moe? Sounds like he took a lot of chair shots to come up with that name. Anyway, that’s it. There’s still a surprise entrant and two empty slots.
Crane: Maybe I can pay some ringers to show up and help with the heavy lifting. Henderson, start scouting!
Cage: I am not a demon. I am a lizard, a shark, a heat-seeking panther. I want to be Bob Denver on acid playing the accordion.
Crane: (looking serious) Are you on acid right now?
Cage: Ah acid. I remember the first time I was on acid. Back in the late 70's. What a trip!
Crane: (gets a grin on his face, knowing Cage is just being Cage) Okay, so do you three have this battle royal taken care of?
Cage: Does a bear shit in the woods? Of course. We've got this. Don't worry Bossman!
Crane: I cannot even begin to stress enough just how important this premium live event is. Also, I don't want to be "that guy" but we may be looking at a war with Blood.
Cage: Every great story seems to begin with a snake.
Crane: He seems to have it out for Wesley Crane. Let's make sure we keep an eye out for him. If he keeps fucking with us, we may have to pay him a visit!
Cage: I think what makes people fascinating is conflict, it's drama, it's the human condition. Nobody wants to watch perfection.
Crane: Have I ever mentioned that I like you?
Cage: Thanks, Bossman!
Rage and Cage stand outside an elevator in the Turning Stone casino. Their suite is behind them as they are venturing out. Rage is in his recreational romper while Cage is wearing a pair of jeans and a white button-up shirt that is partially buttoned.
Rage: Any idea what this is all about?
Cage: No idea. The chief wanted a powwow.
Rage: DAMMIT, NIC! Cultural appropriation, much? Be better!
Cage: And it would also be offensive to order a peace pipe for our meeting.
Rage: Obviously!
Cage nervously chuckles, then pulls out his phone and frantically types. Once he receives a message back, he exhales. Soon after, the elevator dings and the doors open. Preston Reese is already inside. He’s wearing a black Armani suit with a wine-colored shirt. Nic greets him with a fist bump while Rage snorts.
Cage: So do you know what this is about?
Reese: Big man wanted to talk. That’s all I know.
The doors close. Reese pulls out a black card from his pocket and swipes it in the card reader. He then presses a button that says “CRANE”, and the elevator starts moving up. Reese notices Rage’s outfit. He can’t help but to give a sarcastic remark.
Reese: Thanks for dressing professionally.
Rage: The idea of professionalism is old and needs to die. What matters is getting the job done!
Reese: Honest, you’re a nice sports coat away from bringing some 90s retro chic. Respect.
Cage: Ah, I remember that trend!
The ride continues as Cage has another thought.
Cage: You think Katie Moss will be there?
Reese: Don’t know.
Rage: Some actual diversity in the meeting would be welcomed.
Cage: It’s that I remember this really old movie, Grease. When the girl got with the cool guy, she started wearing leather and extra make-up. I was thinking…
Reese: That would be hot. I like how your mind works.
Rage: She literally abandoned her true self to conform to what he wanted. It’s disgusting. There’s a reason it’s old and left behind.
Cage: Well, there’s another old movie, Happy Gilmore. It does something similar in his Happy Place.
Reese: Oh yeah! The mom from Modern Family was young and wearing that black lingerie. Nice…
The elevator finally stops and dings. The doors open to reveal “The High Roller” Wesley Crane along with Henderson in his penthouse on the top floor.
Crane: Gentlemen, come in! I thought it was time we discussed the important issues at St. Patrick’s Day Massacre.
Crane greets each man individually, then motions for them to head to his conference table and take a seat. As Rage walks by in his romper, Crane leans over to Henderson.
Crane: Didn’t I give them a clothing stipend?
Henderson: He donated it to various socialist causes.
Crane: For fuck’s sake…
Crane puts on a happy face and takes his rightful spot at the head of the table. On the table in front of him is the WUK World Title, folded and standing up.
Crane: We all know what Plan A is. It’s to utterly dominate WUK. We will do that by being there for each other. Reese, you did a great job in Seattle of being there for the boys. I want to see that again for their next match.
Reese: Got it.
Crane: When it comes to the Elimination Chamber, it’s all hands on deck! I know it seems impossible to break inside of it, but I’m working on something. Henderson will inform you of my plans the day of the event. Keeping this…
Crane motions toward the belt.
Crane: Is our highest priority. All other failures can be forgiven as long as I leave the Elimination Chamber with this belt.
Everyone looks around and nods.
Crane: Good. Now for Plan B.
Rage: Love it already. It’s a great name for something all people with uteruses should have access to whenever they want it.
Crane: Yeah, whatever. This Plan B is about the future. WUK has a battle royal for a shot at my title. The High Rollers Club needs to control that title shot. The three of you should be able to handle it.
Cage: I had an idea about that.
Crane motions for him to continue.
Cage: What if we just took a corner to ourselves? No one really teams up in battle royals, so we’d be in a good spot if we were defensive for the first ten eliminations or so. Let them do all the work for us.
Rage: If anyone gets close we’d pounce on them! We’d either eliminate them or make them run away!
Crane: So like a “High Rollers Club Power Corner?” That’s not bad. Henderson, can we get some advertisers to sponsor the corner?
Henderson: I’ll check into it.
Cage holds up his phone.
Cage: And I got a list here. Dakota Jennings and Kristy Mascara…
Rage: Like Salt and Pepper, wrong place at the wrong time.
Cage: Sinclair Godfrey, could be trouble…
Crane: She’s with Donzig, who’s a nice guy.
Cage: The dudes in Neon Bushido…
Rage: Sounds like a bad 80s movie.
Cage: Devon D’Andre and Terr…tarr…Terrible…
Rage: Too old and a never-will-be.
Cage: The new UTs…
Everyone else: Who?
Cage: Random Mc…Mc…uhh…McChicken!
Rage: As we’re kicking her ass, let’s make sure to say “I’m lovin’ it.”
Cage: Kalmin Watts…
Crane: If I can beat him twice, you can beat him once.
Cage: The Shiek…
Rage: He pollutes the image of a mostly peaceful people. I’ll enjoy eliminating him!
Cage: Esmeralda German name…
Crane: Big deal in some outlaw company. No need to worry.
Cage: Ai Moe? Sounds like he took a lot of chair shots to come up with that name. Anyway, that’s it. There’s still a surprise entrant and two empty slots.
Crane: Maybe I can pay some ringers to show up and help with the heavy lifting. Henderson, start scouting!
Cage: I am not a demon. I am a lizard, a shark, a heat-seeking panther. I want to be Bob Denver on acid playing the accordion.
Crane: (looking serious) Are you on acid right now?
Cage: Ah acid. I remember the first time I was on acid. Back in the late 70's. What a trip!
Crane: (gets a grin on his face, knowing Cage is just being Cage) Okay, so do you three have this battle royal taken care of?
Cage: Does a bear shit in the woods? Of course. We've got this. Don't worry Bossman!
Crane: I cannot even begin to stress enough just how important this premium live event is. Also, I don't want to be "that guy" but we may be looking at a war with Blood.
Cage: Every great story seems to begin with a snake.
Crane: He seems to have it out for Wesley Crane. Let's make sure we keep an eye out for him. If he keeps fucking with us, we may have to pay him a visit!
Cage: I think what makes people fascinating is conflict, it's drama, it's the human condition. Nobody wants to watch perfection.
Crane: Have I ever mentioned that I like you?
Cage: Thanks, Bossman!