Post by Preston Reese on May 12, 2023 18:59:08 GMT -5
Light streamed in through the window, washing across a bed strewn with a tangle of sheets and naked skin. Two girls lay in that tangle, curves and long legs bathed in the moonlight. And sitting on the edge of the bed just as naked save for some sheets over his waist is the one and only Preston Andre Reese. A hand drags through his blonde hair, and he shakes his head before he swallows some booze from a bottle of Grey Goose.
A smile spread across his face, and then it faded away before a hand lifted to tap his finger against his temple.
Reese smirked, and he lifted the bottle to take another drag before one of the girls muttered something half asleep. And he turned slightly, smacking her ass which made her roll away in a tangle of sheets.
He rolled his eyes, snickering.
He points at himself.
Reese threw his hands in the air, and he laughed.
Reese shook his head, his hands lifting to squeeze his head before he raked his fingers through blonde hair. And he looked around the room, muttering to himself before he grabbed the bottle again.
Reese tossed the bottle aside, and then he turned back towards the girls before he jerked a thumb towards the door.
Reese:
So you know something I should be happy, I should be ecstatic. Here I am in the penthouse suite of some London Hotel, fucking five stars. I have two of the hottest girls in the city right here with me, and in a few short days I will be making my WUK PREMIUM LIVE EVENT debut at WUK Dominion.
A smile spread across his face, and then it faded away before a hand lifted to tap his finger against his temple.
Reese:
But I am not happy, I am not happy at all! Because I am being dragged down into the dumps by a seven foot tall, three hundred odd pound anchor! I am being slowly pulled under because I have to carry a giant fossilized turd named Billy Fowler! Yeah, you see everyone else in the High Roller’s Club? They are out there, they are getting title shots! They are getting opportunities!
You know what I get? A match with a used to be! A match whose current claim to fame is he is an ex-champion! Like I should be happy to be fighting some guy whose buddies carry his ass to relevance because a few months ago he was at the height of his nostalgia tour!
Reese smirked, and he lifted the bottle to take another drag before one of the girls muttered something half asleep. And he turned slightly, smacking her ass which made her roll away in a tangle of sheets.
Reese:
Remember that feeling, old man? The feeling of walking into some strange girl’s bedroom, knowing you were going to show her why you were the man? That is the only satisfaction I am going to get out of beating your ass at Dominion! Everyone is going to know that me? Preston Reese? I am the future.
And you? You’re the past. Oh, you’re not gone yet. You’re still here with your little old man crew doing your bits, trying to dress it up with some fake gold, and making the rest of us look stupid because you pulled one over on Blood.
He rolled his eyes, snickering.
Reese:
Maybe you have dementia, is that it?
I don’t care, Big Emo Daddy. I don’t care at all, I am going to take you apart. I am going to express my displeasure, and dissatisfaction by pinning the legend of Old Man Fowler in the middle of that ring.
One! Two! Three!
He points at himself.
Reese:
I should be facing people for a title shot, I should be trying to climb that ladder and being the Number One Contender! I should be in the running for the Commonwealth Tite! But instead? I get your sad old ass, over here crying and whining. Trying to act like you and your boys are so hard, like it didn’t take all three of you to save your ass from the beating you should have got the last time we faced off!
And then? The best part?
Reese:
Somehow you get a rematch after I beat that old ass! Isn’t that great? I get shafted because I have to somehow drag you to relevance because you’re so feeble and ancient that Riot and the Bad Man have to work overtime to make anyone give a shit about you! So now it is my problem, which I guess is my fault for being the best thing on this roster!
And what do I get?
NOTHING!
I just get to be the guy who beat up a dude who used to be something!
Reese shook his head, his hands lifting to squeeze his head before he raked his fingers through blonde hair. And he looked around the room, muttering to himself before he grabbed the bottle again.
Reese:
But the Bastards just have it so hard don’t they, we should all just feel so bad for the Bastards because Blood was mean to them!
PLEASE!
I am the one who should be upset, I am the one who should be mad! I am a fucking star! An A-lister! I am across multi-media, I am world fucking wide! And this should be my moment, and instead of having that stage?
I have to deal with a washed up giant sack of shit like you.
So no Big Emo Daddy, don’t talk to me about how unfair it is!
Reese tossed the bottle aside, and then he turned back towards the girls before he jerked a thumb towards the door.
Reese:
Hit it, I have shit to do.
