Post by Preston Reese on Aug 20, 2023 19:10:59 GMT -5
Inside a gleaming white room lined with state of the art training equipment, Reese was running on an elevated treadmill. He had on a breathing mask, a series of hoses and tubes trailing from it as he ran onward. A slick sheen of sweat covered his lean muscled form, and the bass of hip hop filled the air. He slowly jogged to a halt, and then stepped off the platform. He reached up, pulling off the mask which he hung from the treadmill.
He waved a hand and a girl stepped into frame. She was a tall athletic blonde in shorts and a top that exposed alot of skin, she handed him a drink. And he took a swallow before he grabbed a fluffy white towel that he wiped across his face. Then he dropped down on a bench, smirking.
Reese:
Take a good look, Kalmin. This is a state of the art training facility, where I hone my raw athletic skills! Where I and my elite team of trainers prepare me for my destiny! It doesn’t have quite the rustic Rocky vibe of whatever you and Uncle AJ are doing over there.
But it works for me. You know why?
Another drink, and he wiped his mouth with the towel as he leaned back slightly.
Reese:
Because I am not like you, I am not like say Cheez. I am not some schmuck off the street who was lucky to get noticed in high school, or some plucky little video game nerd on YouTube who decided to do this for attention!
Reese shook his head, and he smirked.
Reese:
No, you see I was made for this! I am a second generation wrestler! My father was an icon, my father was one of the greatest of all time! He survived wars that made war games seem like a walk in the park! And so Watts you can sit over there and talk about how Team Watts put an end to the High Roller Club?
Reese laughed, and then he threw the towel as he leaned forward. He snarled as he rose, nearly knocking the camera man back as he fumed.
Reese:
No, fuck that! What you did was expose our weak links, what you did was expose the myth of those two fucking hillbillies! No wonder Ronnie Long didn’t give a shit when they turned on him! Speaking of Ronnie Long, don’t worry Georgia Hillbilly I will get my hands on that Commonwealth Title! And I will keep it nice and warm for you, no more bullshit with Olympia! Or that fucking Wisconsin loser Cheez!
Reese took another drink, and he waved the bottle.
Reese:
I am the future! And speaking of future? Uncle AJ! You need to take a page out of my other so called uncle’s book and stay the fuck out of my way! I swear to god, old man! You get in my way again? I will finish the job my father should have ten million years ago!
Seriously? You want to spend your retirement, your golden fucking years, babysitting this fucking loser? I should put you both out of your misery and finish off that wounded knee of his!
Reese smirked, leaning closer as he taps his temple.
Reese:
Yeah, Mister Mat ‘rassling! I know that knee of yours is probably a train wreck by now, and I am going to take years off your career! You see Watts, what I am in is a no loss scenario. I soften you up for Crane or I leave just enough of you to go to Battle of Britain to get slaughtered!
And after Goth tears you apart? Crane takes the belt off of him! So the way I see it? One way or another that WUK World Title is coming home to the High Roller’s Club!
Reese grinned, rubbing his hands together before he drops back down on the bench. He laughs, taking another drink from the bottle.
Reese:
Then I take what is mine the Commonwealth title.
And before I forget there is one other person I need to address.
Florida Man, you think you’re pretty slick don’t you? Fuck you, I see your ass again you weirdo and I am going to beat the shit out of you!
Goddamned clown! When my boys Rage and Cage put you and that other loser Marty out of this company? All of that sweet sweet gold will be around the waists of the High Roller’s Club! And we will run WUK!
And then we will get rid of losers like you, and Watts, and that schmuck Cheez! Because honestly, WUK deserves better. They deserve real stars, they deserve real athletes, they deserve champions they can be proud of!
Like me!
Reese laughs, and he shakes his head before he stands up. Then he starts to leave, before he pauses with a snap of his fingers. He turns back to the camera, and shrugs.
Reese:
As to the rest? I will see you in Houston.
He waved a hand and a girl stepped into frame. She was a tall athletic blonde in shorts and a top that exposed alot of skin, she handed him a drink. And he took a swallow before he grabbed a fluffy white towel that he wiped across his face. Then he dropped down on a bench, smirking.
Reese:
Take a good look, Kalmin. This is a state of the art training facility, where I hone my raw athletic skills! Where I and my elite team of trainers prepare me for my destiny! It doesn’t have quite the rustic Rocky vibe of whatever you and Uncle AJ are doing over there.
But it works for me. You know why?
Another drink, and he wiped his mouth with the towel as he leaned back slightly.
Reese:
Because I am not like you, I am not like say Cheez. I am not some schmuck off the street who was lucky to get noticed in high school, or some plucky little video game nerd on YouTube who decided to do this for attention!
Reese shook his head, and he smirked.
Reese:
No, you see I was made for this! I am a second generation wrestler! My father was an icon, my father was one of the greatest of all time! He survived wars that made war games seem like a walk in the park! And so Watts you can sit over there and talk about how Team Watts put an end to the High Roller Club?
Reese laughed, and then he threw the towel as he leaned forward. He snarled as he rose, nearly knocking the camera man back as he fumed.
Reese:
No, fuck that! What you did was expose our weak links, what you did was expose the myth of those two fucking hillbillies! No wonder Ronnie Long didn’t give a shit when they turned on him! Speaking of Ronnie Long, don’t worry Georgia Hillbilly I will get my hands on that Commonwealth Title! And I will keep it nice and warm for you, no more bullshit with Olympia! Or that fucking Wisconsin loser Cheez!
Reese took another drink, and he waved the bottle.
Reese:
I am the future! And speaking of future? Uncle AJ! You need to take a page out of my other so called uncle’s book and stay the fuck out of my way! I swear to god, old man! You get in my way again? I will finish the job my father should have ten million years ago!
Seriously? You want to spend your retirement, your golden fucking years, babysitting this fucking loser? I should put you both out of your misery and finish off that wounded knee of his!
Reese smirked, leaning closer as he taps his temple.
Reese:
Yeah, Mister Mat ‘rassling! I know that knee of yours is probably a train wreck by now, and I am going to take years off your career! You see Watts, what I am in is a no loss scenario. I soften you up for Crane or I leave just enough of you to go to Battle of Britain to get slaughtered!
And after Goth tears you apart? Crane takes the belt off of him! So the way I see it? One way or another that WUK World Title is coming home to the High Roller’s Club!
Reese grinned, rubbing his hands together before he drops back down on the bench. He laughs, taking another drink from the bottle.
Reese:
Then I take what is mine the Commonwealth title.
And before I forget there is one other person I need to address.
Florida Man, you think you’re pretty slick don’t you? Fuck you, I see your ass again you weirdo and I am going to beat the shit out of you!
Goddamned clown! When my boys Rage and Cage put you and that other loser Marty out of this company? All of that sweet sweet gold will be around the waists of the High Roller’s Club! And we will run WUK!
And then we will get rid of losers like you, and Watts, and that schmuck Cheez! Because honestly, WUK deserves better. They deserve real stars, they deserve real athletes, they deserve champions they can be proud of!
Like me!
Reese laughs, and he shakes his head before he stands up. Then he starts to leave, before he pauses with a snap of his fingers. He turns back to the camera, and shrugs.
Reese:
As to the rest? I will see you in Houston.
