William, Premium Live Events, & the Future (RP #1)
Mar 22, 2023 20:00:49 GMT -5
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Post by Preston Reese on Mar 22, 2023 20:00:49 GMT -5
A camera crew and a few actors stand around what appears to be a hospital hallway, a director leans forward and yells 'CUT!'. A board snaps and a light flares to life, and the actors grin as they head down the mock hallway. A few quickly scatter, and one of them is the smirking Preston Andre Reese. He walks forward, shaking his head as he yanks off the white doctor's coat. He tosses it to an assistant, and yanks at his tie before he jabs a finger at the director.
Reese
Listen, motherfucker, you don't shoot me from the left again! You got it? That's my bad side, I'll have your fucking job! Do you know who I am, you preening fuck?
The man starts to answer, and Reese cuts him with a slash of his hand.
Reese stalks off, and he grunts as a pretty little assistant runs up to hand him a drink. He nods, taking a sip before he sprays it in her face. He sputters, spitting as he waves the cup at her. It sloshed from the cup, spilling on her as she stared with milk dripping from her face. He steps closer, wiping his mouth with her scarf before he wags the cup at her.
The girl stares, tears welling up in her eyes as she gapes at him. Reese frowns, and then steps closer.
The assistant sniffles, nodding as she looks up. Reese leaned closer, smiling.
He lifted the cup as she gaped, and dumped it on her head. Milk ran down her face and hair, and he flung the cup away before he leaned closer as the girl started to sob.
The girl ran off, and some of the crew looked on before they turned elsewhere. Reese shook his head, muttering under his breath before a hand swept through his white blonde hair. Then his smirk reappeared, and he rolled up his sleeves before he turned back to the camera.
Reese shakes his head, smirking as he rolls his eyes.
Reese held up four fingers, grinning.
Reese shrugged, and then he walked off down the hall. Knocking a stack of papers from one of the crew's hands, papers flew around as the man glared after Reese.
Reese
Save it, I don't care what the fuck you say! Secret Hospital isn't shit without me! You got that? No one tunes in to see your shitty directing and the bad acting of these other pricks. They tune in to see the magnificence of Preston Andre Reese! They tune in to see this face! Okay? So don't shoot from the left again!
Reese stalks off, and he grunts as a pretty little assistant runs up to hand him a drink. He nods, taking a sip before he sprays it in her face. He sputters, spitting as he waves the cup at her. It sloshed from the cup, spilling on her as she stared with milk dripping from her face. He steps closer, wiping his mouth with her scarf before he wags the cup at her.
Reese
What's this? What the fuck is this? Is this low fat soy garbage? I only drink almond milk! You got that? Who did you sleep with to get this job?
Assistant
You?
Reese
Impossible. You're a fucking 5 at best, I haven't been that drunk in forever.
The girl stares, tears welling up in her eyes as she gapes at him. Reese frowns, and then steps closer.
Reese
Babe, babe, I am sorry. I didn't mean that I am sorry, listen--
The assistant sniffles, nodding as she looks up. Reese leaned closer, smiling.
Reese
I am sorry, you're a tramp you thought sleeping with a star like me would get you ahead.
He lifted the cup as she gaped, and dumped it on her head. Milk ran down her face and hair, and he flung the cup away before he leaned closer as the girl started to sob.
Reese
Almond milk let's fucking go, you have ten.
The girl ran off, and some of the crew looked on before they turned elsewhere. Reese shook his head, muttering under his breath before a hand swept through his white blonde hair. Then his smirk reappeared, and he rolled up his sleeves before he turned back to the camera.
Reese
Sorry, about that. I will fire that slut in a few hours. Don't worry about it. But this isn't about her. This is about you, Billy Fowler.
No, you know what? I am not going to call you 'Billy' that is a kid's name, the name of some kind of punk child, I am gonna call you 'William'. Yeah, that's it, William. Now I know you think you're hot shit because you come down here and step over the top rope. And you're the man with the longest title reign in WUK, and you were the first WUK Champion because you beat some emo kid or some shit. Cool story, William. But I wasn't here then. This is a whole new world, William. And it's time that you and the rest of the Bastards were sent off to the retirement home.
That includes your bitch buddy, the Bad Man. The Bastards sit here, William, and once upon a time they held every single title in WUK. And Frank sits there and gives me a sob story about how Blood hates you boys? Come on.
Reese shakes his head, smirking as he rolls his eyes.
Reese
What happened at the PREMIUM LIVE EVENT! Pay per View? What the fuck, who watches PPVs now a days? Like my dad did shit on PPV. Porn addicts maybe, I am not sure why Frank is watching porn when he has that hot little piece of ass around, right? The little blonde? Fuck! I'd love to show here what a real Superstar can do, I'd show her the Reese family blockbuster if you know what I mean? Seriously, the Sultan of Schlong isn't getting it done, babygirl? Call me, I'll show you what a real fucking American can do.
Anyhow, what happened at the PREMIUM LIVE EVENT, William was the future. You see the Future came along and it gave you an elbow to the chest off one of those pods, baby. And it should have been a wake up call, but you're just a seven foot tall Britwit aren't you? So now at Legacy 13 in Dublin? I am going to beat the shit out of you again.
I am going to show you, William. That the WUK is no country for old men, and the Bastards? That shit is over, because the future?
Reese held up four fingers, grinning.
Reese
Four words, baby.
The. High. Roller's Club.
Maybe your boy, Robert can explain it to you when he gets out of concussion protocol. Because William? I know you're a former champ, I know you've done this and that? But baby, I am better. You have never beat me, you have never faced Preston Andre Reese. And I am going to take your seven foot tall, old man ass? And I am going to fuck you up. You wanted this match?
You signed your own death warrant.
Reese shrugged, and then he walked off down the hall. Knocking a stack of papers from one of the crew's hands, papers flew around as the man glared after Reese.
Reese
You're excused.
