Post by "The High Roller" Wesley Crane on May 3, 2023 13:56:36 GMT -5
It’s after Legacy. Reporters are inside a conference room waiting for a chance at asking some questions. The door opens and in walks Henderson. He has a handful of N95 masks. He walks over to the reporters and starts handing them out.
Henderson: “I’m sorry, but the Champion has asked that you all put these on. He does not feel like getting sick and said he doesn’t want your germs on Naomi. Once everyone has their masks on, he will come out and you can ask him a couple of questions.”
Henderson walks over to the table and takes a seat. Once the last reporter has pulled their mask over their nose and mouth, Henderson pushes a button on his cell phone and then places the phone to his ear.
Henderson: “The room is ready.”
The door opens and in limps the WUK World Champion, Wesley Crane. He has Naomi wrapped around his waist and the Hardkore World World Tag Team Championship over his left shoulder and the Hardkore World West Coast Championship wrapped around his right shoulder. He gets to the table and places his Hardkore World Championships on the table. He then takes the WUK World Championship off and lays it across the other two championships. He takes a seat, wincing a little in pain. He motions to Henderson.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Henderson, get me a glass of whiskey.”
Henderson: “But sir, you were just given very powerful pain meds. The type of meds that you shouldn’t be drinking on.”
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “You worry about getting me a whiskey, I’ll worry about my liver.”
Henderson doesn’t like the idea, but knows it’s his job to do as he’s told.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Alright, you only get a couple of questions tonight, so make them count.”
The reporters' hands all raise. Wesley points to a beautiful redhead.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Alright, you, the beauty with the red hair. What’s your name?”
“Veronica Stone!”
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Oh, a Veronica. I’ve never fucked a woman named Veronica.”
Veronica’s face turns almost as red as her hair.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “You may ask your question, but first, I feel it’s my obligation to tell you that even though there is a lot of sexual tension between you and me, we can only sleep together if my lady friend is down for a threesome. If she’s not, then sorry babe, but your dreams of a night with Wesley Crane goes up in smoke.”
Veronica Stone: “Thank you for clearing that up, Mr. Crane. Now, my question… Kalmin Watts took you to the limit tonight. He really targeted your left knee. How is it feeling? What did the doctor say?”
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Ah yes, good question, Veronica Ston-”
The door to the conference room flies open. Henderson, being rather loud, comes in with a glass of whiskey. He hands it to Wesley and then stands behind him.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Alright, Kalmin Watts… What can I say? He’s a tough son of a bitch. He’s bigger in size than I am. He’s a talented wrestler. I’m not so sure I’d say he took me to the limit, but I will say that when you’re in the ring against Kalmin Watts, you know you’re in the ring with Kalmin Watts. Do you understand what I mean?”
Veronica Stone: “Yeah, I understand. What has the doctor said about your left knee?”
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “He said there’s no serious damage to it. It’s bruised pretty badly, but as for reaggravating my knee injury, I’m okay. I’m going to take a couple of days and rest it. I’ll be fine in a few days I’m sure.”
Veronica Stone: “And your back? Any more damage to that?”
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Look, am I banged up? Yes… but as you saw out there tonight, it didn’t stop me from defeating Kalmin Watts. Next… you there… with the black High Rollers Club t-shirt on, what’s your question?”
Oliver Davis: “Good evening, I’m Oliver Davis with WrestleTalk. I’ve gotta ask, Did Kalmin Watts impress you tonight? Some would argue that this was the toughest he’s even been against you. Thoughts?”
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Impressed? Are you fucking crazy? What would impress me about Kalmin’s performance tonight? I just explained to hot lips over there that I’m banged up… think about that. I’m battling a MCL sprain and a couple of herniated discs but I still defeated Kalmin… and without hitting the IN THE FACE V-trigger on him. How amazing am I? Now, one last question before I leave. You, in the back…”
John Jackson: “Hello, I’m John Jackson from the Beyond The Mat Podcast. What do you have in store for the next time you and Kalmin face one another?”
Wesley pounds his whiskey.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Next time? Who the fuck says there will be a next time? In my opinion, Kalmin Watts shouldn’t ever be allowed to share a wrestling ring with me again. I’ve beaten him every single time we’ve been in the ring. What do I have left to prove to Kalmin? At some point, I need to do what’s best for his mental health. I mean, losing to me so often can’t be good for his self esteem. After a while, that feeling of disappointment will eat you up. I mean, I’ve heard that it eats you up. Personally, I wouldn’t know anything about that, but I’m a thoughtful man. I care about people and I care about Kalmin Watts. Really, I do.”
John Jackson: “Some would sense sarcasm. If you’re so sure of your ability to beat Kalmin, then why use a wrench to do so? Why not beat him with one of your finishers?”
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Look, the button rope seemed a little loose. I did the honorable thing and grabbed a wrench to tighten the corner post. After all, it takes a village, right?”
Henderson rolls his eyes, which gets a couple of chuckles from the reporters. Wesley looks back and catches Henderson, mid eye roll and gives him a dirty look. Henderson quickly lowers his head. Wesley goes back to talking to the reporters.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “So where was I? Ah, yes. So I was going to fix the button rope when suddenly Kalmin spooked me and out of nowhere, he may have been hit with the wrench. I mean, do we even have any real footage of the incident? Nothing doctored up, I want cold, hard proof that Kalmin was hit in the face with a wrench, held by yours truly. I’m pretty sure it’s impossible for you to do. Thank you for your questions, that’s all I have time for tonight.”
Wesley slowly gets up from the table. He motions for Henderson to wrap the WUK World Championship around Wesley’s waist. Once Henderson has done so, Wesley grabs his other two championships and tosses them over his shoulder as the camera fades.
Henderson: “I’m sorry, but the Champion has asked that you all put these on. He does not feel like getting sick and said he doesn’t want your germs on Naomi. Once everyone has their masks on, he will come out and you can ask him a couple of questions.”
Henderson walks over to the table and takes a seat. Once the last reporter has pulled their mask over their nose and mouth, Henderson pushes a button on his cell phone and then places the phone to his ear.
Henderson: “The room is ready.”
The door opens and in limps the WUK World Champion, Wesley Crane. He has Naomi wrapped around his waist and the Hardkore World World Tag Team Championship over his left shoulder and the Hardkore World West Coast Championship wrapped around his right shoulder. He gets to the table and places his Hardkore World Championships on the table. He then takes the WUK World Championship off and lays it across the other two championships. He takes a seat, wincing a little in pain. He motions to Henderson.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Henderson, get me a glass of whiskey.”
Henderson: “But sir, you were just given very powerful pain meds. The type of meds that you shouldn’t be drinking on.”
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “You worry about getting me a whiskey, I’ll worry about my liver.”
Henderson doesn’t like the idea, but knows it’s his job to do as he’s told.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Alright, you only get a couple of questions tonight, so make them count.”
The reporters' hands all raise. Wesley points to a beautiful redhead.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Alright, you, the beauty with the red hair. What’s your name?”
“Veronica Stone!”
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Oh, a Veronica. I’ve never fucked a woman named Veronica.”
Veronica’s face turns almost as red as her hair.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “You may ask your question, but first, I feel it’s my obligation to tell you that even though there is a lot of sexual tension between you and me, we can only sleep together if my lady friend is down for a threesome. If she’s not, then sorry babe, but your dreams of a night with Wesley Crane goes up in smoke.”
Veronica Stone: “Thank you for clearing that up, Mr. Crane. Now, my question… Kalmin Watts took you to the limit tonight. He really targeted your left knee. How is it feeling? What did the doctor say?”
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Ah yes, good question, Veronica Ston-”
The door to the conference room flies open. Henderson, being rather loud, comes in with a glass of whiskey. He hands it to Wesley and then stands behind him.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Alright, Kalmin Watts… What can I say? He’s a tough son of a bitch. He’s bigger in size than I am. He’s a talented wrestler. I’m not so sure I’d say he took me to the limit, but I will say that when you’re in the ring against Kalmin Watts, you know you’re in the ring with Kalmin Watts. Do you understand what I mean?”
Veronica Stone: “Yeah, I understand. What has the doctor said about your left knee?”
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “He said there’s no serious damage to it. It’s bruised pretty badly, but as for reaggravating my knee injury, I’m okay. I’m going to take a couple of days and rest it. I’ll be fine in a few days I’m sure.”
Veronica Stone: “And your back? Any more damage to that?”
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Look, am I banged up? Yes… but as you saw out there tonight, it didn’t stop me from defeating Kalmin Watts. Next… you there… with the black High Rollers Club t-shirt on, what’s your question?”
Oliver Davis: “Good evening, I’m Oliver Davis with WrestleTalk. I’ve gotta ask, Did Kalmin Watts impress you tonight? Some would argue that this was the toughest he’s even been against you. Thoughts?”
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Impressed? Are you fucking crazy? What would impress me about Kalmin’s performance tonight? I just explained to hot lips over there that I’m banged up… think about that. I’m battling a MCL sprain and a couple of herniated discs but I still defeated Kalmin… and without hitting the IN THE FACE V-trigger on him. How amazing am I? Now, one last question before I leave. You, in the back…”
John Jackson: “Hello, I’m John Jackson from the Beyond The Mat Podcast. What do you have in store for the next time you and Kalmin face one another?”
Wesley pounds his whiskey.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Next time? Who the fuck says there will be a next time? In my opinion, Kalmin Watts shouldn’t ever be allowed to share a wrestling ring with me again. I’ve beaten him every single time we’ve been in the ring. What do I have left to prove to Kalmin? At some point, I need to do what’s best for his mental health. I mean, losing to me so often can’t be good for his self esteem. After a while, that feeling of disappointment will eat you up. I mean, I’ve heard that it eats you up. Personally, I wouldn’t know anything about that, but I’m a thoughtful man. I care about people and I care about Kalmin Watts. Really, I do.”
John Jackson: “Some would sense sarcasm. If you’re so sure of your ability to beat Kalmin, then why use a wrench to do so? Why not beat him with one of your finishers?”
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Look, the button rope seemed a little loose. I did the honorable thing and grabbed a wrench to tighten the corner post. After all, it takes a village, right?”
Henderson rolls his eyes, which gets a couple of chuckles from the reporters. Wesley looks back and catches Henderson, mid eye roll and gives him a dirty look. Henderson quickly lowers his head. Wesley goes back to talking to the reporters.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “So where was I? Ah, yes. So I was going to fix the button rope when suddenly Kalmin spooked me and out of nowhere, he may have been hit with the wrench. I mean, do we even have any real footage of the incident? Nothing doctored up, I want cold, hard proof that Kalmin was hit in the face with a wrench, held by yours truly. I’m pretty sure it’s impossible for you to do. Thank you for your questions, that’s all I have time for tonight.”
Wesley slowly gets up from the table. He motions for Henderson to wrap the WUK World Championship around Wesley’s waist. Once Henderson has done so, Wesley grabs his other two championships and tosses them over his shoulder as the camera fades.
