Legends Die. [RP #2 vs. Goth]
May 31, 2023 21:38:25 GMT -5
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Post by Preston Reese on May 31, 2023 21:38:25 GMT -5
Once again we are on the set of ‘Secret Hospital’ and the stage crew is gathered around the sound stage. Reese steps off set, shaking his head as he shrugs off his doctor’s jacket which he tosses aside before he jerks at his tie. He pulls it over his head, handing off before he jabs a finger at the director.
Reese:
That take was fucking awful, really trash. Is this your first day on a set? And I told you fuckers not to come in from my left.
The director blinked, and took off his glasses.
Director:
What? How dare you!
Reese:
Do you know who the fuck I am? I am the star of this damned show, you can just go fuck off. I am Preston Andre Reese! Do you know who my father is? Seriously!
The director rose, starting to speak before someone grabbed his arm to pull him away. Reese watched him angrily, and then he dropped down on his own chair before a smiling brunette handed him a bottle of water. He stared at it, then shrugged before he leaned back.
Reese:
Psychotic Goth. You want to talk to me about what you’ve seen and done? My man, my father was a legend in this business! You think I have not seen violence? You think I have not seen how violence, Goth?
Reese raked his fingers through his blonde hair, and then he smirked.
Reese:
You know what? Just keep thinking that I am not ready for you. I want you to walk into this match thinking I am just some lackey for Crane, just like you’re some broken down seven foot tall over rated fuck with five moves who dipped out of here the minute he saw real competition! You think I am going to run away? You think I need my boys to come down and help me beat your ass? Is that it?
Reese shook his head.
Reese:
You know what Goth? I don’t need my boys to deal with your old ass. I am going to walk down to that ring and I am going to show everyone in the back, everyone in the crowd, every single WUK fan, every one of these overrated hacks across the XHF Network, and every single fucking weirdo Goth freak who thinks they are peasants in your kingdom or whatever? That you’re over and done!
You get that? You’re old news! The past!
Reese took a swig of water, and he laughed.
Reese:
Me? I am the future!
So what you should be doing is working on your cardio, you should be trying to figure out which one of your tired old moves from Australia will give you the slightest chance of beating me! Because I am going to take you out behind the shed, and put your old ass down! You’e going to teach me a lesson? You’re going to teach me something?
Reese shook his head, and he flung the water bottle aside as he leapt to his feet. He rolled up his sleeves, and walked across the set as the crew scattered as his lip curled.
Reese:
I am going to teach you something! And that is the King of All Goths? Your day is finished, your time is up! The future belongs to us, it belongs to the HIGH FUCKING ROLLERS! Wrestle:UK? It belongs to the HIGH FUCKING ROLLERS! This business is ours!
Oh, I know you think you’re hot shit because back in Nineteen Ninety Something you were doing Swantons in JROK or stapling dollar bills to someone’s face in New Zealand! But facts are?
Your past days are as in their grave as that relic of a promotion you love to harp on about! I am going into Royal Albert Hall, and I am going to beat that ass into retirement! You’re going to be laying on your back looking up at the ceiling, and you will know I am the future!
Me!
Reese laughed, and he gestured at himself.
Reese:
And hey, you know what? She’s not my type? But maybe Vampirella will finally get to see what a real man looks like. Someone in their prime, you know? A young stallion!
A wink.
Reese:
Now don’t think I don’t respect you, Goth. Because I do. I really do, you have had quite a fucking career. You are one of the most feared, most respected, and most decorated men on the Network. I get that.
You’ve been a champion everywhere you go.
I am not some fucking prick from Blackpool fighting out of Manchester, who is going to sit here and shit on you like this is German Only Fans!
I get that when I beat your ass, you are only great as I make you sound. You see I was raised in this business, I know what’s up. But facts are? As much as I respect you? I don’t fear you. And I know that I am the FUTURE! That you’re in fact a problem!
Reese shrugged, and he smiled once more as he brushed back his blonde hair before he settled back into his seat.
Reese:
You’re a legend, but you see?
Legends? They fucking die.
Reese:
That take was fucking awful, really trash. Is this your first day on a set? And I told you fuckers not to come in from my left.
The director blinked, and took off his glasses.
Director:
What? How dare you!
Reese:
Do you know who the fuck I am? I am the star of this damned show, you can just go fuck off. I am Preston Andre Reese! Do you know who my father is? Seriously!
The director rose, starting to speak before someone grabbed his arm to pull him away. Reese watched him angrily, and then he dropped down on his own chair before a smiling brunette handed him a bottle of water. He stared at it, then shrugged before he leaned back.
Reese:
Psychotic Goth. You want to talk to me about what you’ve seen and done? My man, my father was a legend in this business! You think I have not seen violence? You think I have not seen how violence, Goth?
Reese raked his fingers through his blonde hair, and then he smirked.
Reese:
You know what? Just keep thinking that I am not ready for you. I want you to walk into this match thinking I am just some lackey for Crane, just like you’re some broken down seven foot tall over rated fuck with five moves who dipped out of here the minute he saw real competition! You think I am going to run away? You think I need my boys to come down and help me beat your ass? Is that it?
Reese shook his head.
Reese:
You know what Goth? I don’t need my boys to deal with your old ass. I am going to walk down to that ring and I am going to show everyone in the back, everyone in the crowd, every single WUK fan, every one of these overrated hacks across the XHF Network, and every single fucking weirdo Goth freak who thinks they are peasants in your kingdom or whatever? That you’re over and done!
You get that? You’re old news! The past!
Reese took a swig of water, and he laughed.
Reese:
Me? I am the future!
So what you should be doing is working on your cardio, you should be trying to figure out which one of your tired old moves from Australia will give you the slightest chance of beating me! Because I am going to take you out behind the shed, and put your old ass down! You’e going to teach me a lesson? You’re going to teach me something?
Reese shook his head, and he flung the water bottle aside as he leapt to his feet. He rolled up his sleeves, and walked across the set as the crew scattered as his lip curled.
Reese:
I am going to teach you something! And that is the King of All Goths? Your day is finished, your time is up! The future belongs to us, it belongs to the HIGH FUCKING ROLLERS! Wrestle:UK? It belongs to the HIGH FUCKING ROLLERS! This business is ours!
Oh, I know you think you’re hot shit because back in Nineteen Ninety Something you were doing Swantons in JROK or stapling dollar bills to someone’s face in New Zealand! But facts are?
Your past days are as in their grave as that relic of a promotion you love to harp on about! I am going into Royal Albert Hall, and I am going to beat that ass into retirement! You’re going to be laying on your back looking up at the ceiling, and you will know I am the future!
Me!
Reese laughed, and he gestured at himself.
Reese:
And hey, you know what? She’s not my type? But maybe Vampirella will finally get to see what a real man looks like. Someone in their prime, you know? A young stallion!
A wink.
Reese:
Now don’t think I don’t respect you, Goth. Because I do. I really do, you have had quite a fucking career. You are one of the most feared, most respected, and most decorated men on the Network. I get that.
You’ve been a champion everywhere you go.
I am not some fucking prick from Blackpool fighting out of Manchester, who is going to sit here and shit on you like this is German Only Fans!
I get that when I beat your ass, you are only great as I make you sound. You see I was raised in this business, I know what’s up. But facts are? As much as I respect you? I don’t fear you. And I know that I am the FUTURE! That you’re in fact a problem!
Reese shrugged, and he smiled once more as he brushed back his blonde hair before he settled back into his seat.
Reese:
You’re a legend, but you see?
Legends? They fucking die.
