William the Weed [RP 2]

[Preston Reese]

Preston Reese leaned back in a leather chair, it was clearly expensive and the finest leather as he puffed away on an imported cigar. He flicked some ashes absently, smoke swirling as he gave a laugh. Then he sat it in the ash tray, leaning forward as he held a glass of brandy between his hands. 

Reese:

'William, you've been so quiet. What's the matter? Jealous the other Bastards are going after gold? And you choked on your attempt again? Come on, William, buck up. You were in with five of the best in WUK! And you didn't win because Crane is just that damned good. Just between you and me, William? Did you and Frank sit in the back and cheer on Crane when you smashed your buddy Rob's fucking skull? I bet you did, you because you're a jealous old fuck and Frank because he knows that Riot is ten times better than his over rated ass could ever be! Just be honest.'

Reese took a swallow of his drink, and he shrugged as he leaned back again.

Reese:

'You see I have alot of respect for the Bastards. You boys are like weeds, and choke the life out of everything around you. You kill all the flowers that might dare to share your little garden don't you, William? And we can keep ripping and tearing them out at the roots, but you all just fucking grow back! And you? You're just the biggest weed aren't you? And that is why you called me out isn't it, William? You see me as a threat, a problem, a rose that might just expose you and your buddies for the weeds you are! Well, I got news for you, William.'

Reese sat the drink down, reclaiming his cigar to give it a few puffs before he flicked the ashes.

Reese:

'You aren't doing shit. Your time is up, William. And you know it that is why you are out there, doing your woe is me emo bit. You're the first member of your little circle jerk to read the writing on the wall! This is the High Rollers Club's show now! WUK is ours, and big man? You and your crew can fuck off over to JROK! You can go get jobs in HKW with the rest of the over-rated hacks, but since Crane is there too? Probably should skip it.'

Reese sat up again, kicking his feet to the floor as he waved the cigar with a broad grin.

Reese:

'I know! You fancy yourself a family man, right? That is what you old fucks do when your career is winding down isn't it? You go home and pretend your family loves you? Lie to yourselves about what an good father and husband you were? Sit and lie, and tell your kid how you were out fucking ring rats and dragging yourself through every bar in the free world for them? Oh, man! That would be good for you, William.

Except what you are going to do when your son walks in the room and says:

'Dad, I am a High Roller. Dad, I love Preston Andre Reese! He's what a real champion, a real wrestler should be! Not some washed up 7 foot tall old man, who needs his two cronies to carry him to relevance!'

Fuck, William that would suck.'

Reese laughed, shaking his head as he flicked more ashes from his cigar. Then he waved it towards the camera, shaking his head with a smirk.

Reese:

'Maybe I should just put you out of your misery at Legacy, William. You see, I am the motherfucking future! No, fuck that! I am the present, I am the now! And I am going to send a message to those other two fucks by slapping the taste of out of your old man mouth. This company? It's the High Roller's Club's now. We run this shit, and we are going to have all of that gold around our waists! And the Bastards?

Well, like I said? There's always Japan.'

Reese shrugged, and then he ground out the cigar before he rose to his feet. He caught up his glass, and walked off camera as a woman's laugh filled the air.