Post by Preston Reese on Sept 12, 2023 20:26:19 GMT -5
Reese: ‘If he survives the gunshot wounds, he should be able to testify.’
He looked up from the clipboard with a raised eyebrow. He was wearing a lab coat, and had a stethoscope around his neck. He frowned, and looked serious as he lowered the clipboard.
Soap Opera Mobster: ‘If he survives.’
The man before him scowled, and reached inside of his black suit jacket as he stepped closer. His eyes narrowed, and then have flashed a smug smile before he growled.
Soap Opera Mobster: ‘I would pay good money to judge that if.’
Reese lowered the clipboard.
Reese: ‘I am a doctor! My first loyalty is to my patient, sir! And I will not be threatened by you!’
The man in the suit’s eyes narrowed, and he stepped closer before Reese stepped towards him. And a voice yelled.
Director: ‘CUT!’
The two stepped apart, and the big man smiled as he clapped Reese on the shoulder. Then he walked off, and someone stepped forward to hand Reese a cup. He frowned down at it, then flung it over his shoulder as he walked off. The assistant blinked, following into step behind him as Reese rumbled.
Reese: ‘That guy is a hack! And who writes this shit? This script is terrible! Get me a goddamned rewrite! I am a major star, I don’t have to work under these conditions.’
Reese flung himself into a chair, and he tossed aside the stethoscope before he flicked a hand towards the camera. He shook his head, and he undid his tie before he smirked.
Reese: ‘Out here on the set, here at Secret Hospital? We are a team! We are a unit! We work for a common goal, and that goal is to put on the best! The best! Most successful daytime drama in the world! A common goal!’
He leaned forward, and he slapped a hand down on the arm of his chair. He smirked, and then leaned back as he frowned at the crew who got too close. He waved them away before he spoke again.
Reese: ‘You know who's not a team? Kalmin Watts and Psychotic Goth! Oh, I am sure they think they are a team! That they have some common purpose in defeating me and my bro, Crane! But let’s be real, let’s be honest! They don’t have a common purpose because next month they will be facing off for the biggest prize in the WUK! And that is the WUK World Heavyweight Title!
And that is why at Welsh Homecoming? I know for a fact, a fact, that Goth is going to let Watts get his ass handed to him!’
Reese tapped his head, laughing as he smirked.
Reese: ‘Yeah, you think I’m an idiot, Goth? You think I am one of these fucking rubes out there in the cheap seats who think you’re some honorable dark warrior with some code? No, you’re a shitbag! And I know that you’re looking at Watts just trying to decide where to stick the knife! Just let Watts get beat up, let Watts get his ass handed to him by High Roller’s Club Gold here!
And then all of those idiots will just eat it up like you’re some hero, and it wasn’t your fault!’
Reese smirked, and he leaned forward again. His voice dropped to a whisper.
Reese: ‘By the way, I love what you and Eron are doing. Very convenient that the two you somehow managed to get ahold of Armand! The guy who tried to rob you at Revolution that you stole your title shot from is getting beat down by the guy who saved you!’
He made air quotes.
Reese: ‘And now he might be added to the World Title Matcha t BoB? Wow! You think Watts realizes you boys are working him over? Come on. And Eron walks around the back like he is one of the good guys?’
Reese laughed, and he leaned back again.
Reese: ‘Watts, we all know you’re a sucker. You fell for that shit in Texas, you actually fell for it! Like I would betray the High Roller’s Club to go train in a barn with you and the old man my father made a star? By the way, just between you and me? Uncle AJ is as bad as Goth, he stabbed my father in the back, he stabbed Timmy Draven in the back, and ask Donzig how many times his best friend screwed him over!
But it’s okay because if you survive this match? If you survive Battle of Britain? Crane is coming for his gold back.’
Reese shrugged, and he rose from the chair before he stopped. He turned to look at the camera, and he laughed again.
Reese: ‘You see unlike you two, or is it three? Me and Crane have a common purpose, we have a common goal, and that goal is reclaiming that title! Of making the High Roller’s Club the biggest name in this business! In taking over the XHF! Because we are taking this shit over!
And that brings me to the so-called savior of WUK!’
Reese rolled his eyes, and he snapped his fingers. The assistant reappeared, handing him a bottle of water. Reese stared at the label, and then snorted before he shoved it back into the man’s hands.
Reese: ‘Not my brand! Go get the right water, or I will have your job! Really, how hard is it?’
Lord Dominicus! Listen, maybe you were hot shit once upon a time! But let’s look at you know, riding an inflatable dinosaur, all rusty from wasting your time driving your little car! Getting your ass handed to you by that loser, Marty!
You keep getting in our business? You’re going to get sent out of here on a stretcher, man! We run WUK! You come in here thinking you can skip line that you are in Crane’s league? Please.
Reese walked off, ignoring the assistant who held out a water bottle.
He looked up from the clipboard with a raised eyebrow. He was wearing a lab coat, and had a stethoscope around his neck. He frowned, and looked serious as he lowered the clipboard.
Soap Opera Mobster: ‘If he survives.’
The man before him scowled, and reached inside of his black suit jacket as he stepped closer. His eyes narrowed, and then have flashed a smug smile before he growled.
Soap Opera Mobster: ‘I would pay good money to judge that if.’
Reese lowered the clipboard.
Reese: ‘I am a doctor! My first loyalty is to my patient, sir! And I will not be threatened by you!’
The man in the suit’s eyes narrowed, and he stepped closer before Reese stepped towards him. And a voice yelled.
Director: ‘CUT!’
The two stepped apart, and the big man smiled as he clapped Reese on the shoulder. Then he walked off, and someone stepped forward to hand Reese a cup. He frowned down at it, then flung it over his shoulder as he walked off. The assistant blinked, following into step behind him as Reese rumbled.
Reese: ‘That guy is a hack! And who writes this shit? This script is terrible! Get me a goddamned rewrite! I am a major star, I don’t have to work under these conditions.’
Reese flung himself into a chair, and he tossed aside the stethoscope before he flicked a hand towards the camera. He shook his head, and he undid his tie before he smirked.
Reese: ‘Out here on the set, here at Secret Hospital? We are a team! We are a unit! We work for a common goal, and that goal is to put on the best! The best! Most successful daytime drama in the world! A common goal!’
He leaned forward, and he slapped a hand down on the arm of his chair. He smirked, and then leaned back as he frowned at the crew who got too close. He waved them away before he spoke again.
Reese: ‘You know who's not a team? Kalmin Watts and Psychotic Goth! Oh, I am sure they think they are a team! That they have some common purpose in defeating me and my bro, Crane! But let’s be real, let’s be honest! They don’t have a common purpose because next month they will be facing off for the biggest prize in the WUK! And that is the WUK World Heavyweight Title!
And that is why at Welsh Homecoming? I know for a fact, a fact, that Goth is going to let Watts get his ass handed to him!’
Reese tapped his head, laughing as he smirked.
Reese: ‘Yeah, you think I’m an idiot, Goth? You think I am one of these fucking rubes out there in the cheap seats who think you’re some honorable dark warrior with some code? No, you’re a shitbag! And I know that you’re looking at Watts just trying to decide where to stick the knife! Just let Watts get beat up, let Watts get his ass handed to him by High Roller’s Club Gold here!
And then all of those idiots will just eat it up like you’re some hero, and it wasn’t your fault!’
Reese smirked, and he leaned forward again. His voice dropped to a whisper.
Reese: ‘By the way, I love what you and Eron are doing. Very convenient that the two you somehow managed to get ahold of Armand! The guy who tried to rob you at Revolution that you stole your title shot from is getting beat down by the guy who saved you!’
He made air quotes.
Reese: ‘And now he might be added to the World Title Matcha t BoB? Wow! You think Watts realizes you boys are working him over? Come on. And Eron walks around the back like he is one of the good guys?’
Reese laughed, and he leaned back again.
Reese: ‘Watts, we all know you’re a sucker. You fell for that shit in Texas, you actually fell for it! Like I would betray the High Roller’s Club to go train in a barn with you and the old man my father made a star? By the way, just between you and me? Uncle AJ is as bad as Goth, he stabbed my father in the back, he stabbed Timmy Draven in the back, and ask Donzig how many times his best friend screwed him over!
But it’s okay because if you survive this match? If you survive Battle of Britain? Crane is coming for his gold back.’
Reese shrugged, and he rose from the chair before he stopped. He turned to look at the camera, and he laughed again.
Reese: ‘You see unlike you two, or is it three? Me and Crane have a common purpose, we have a common goal, and that goal is reclaiming that title! Of making the High Roller’s Club the biggest name in this business! In taking over the XHF! Because we are taking this shit over!
And that brings me to the so-called savior of WUK!’
Reese rolled his eyes, and he snapped his fingers. The assistant reappeared, handing him a bottle of water. Reese stared at the label, and then snorted before he shoved it back into the man’s hands.
Reese: ‘Not my brand! Go get the right water, or I will have your job! Really, how hard is it?’
Lord Dominicus! Listen, maybe you were hot shit once upon a time! But let’s look at you know, riding an inflatable dinosaur, all rusty from wasting your time driving your little car! Getting your ass handed to you by that loser, Marty!
You keep getting in our business? You’re going to get sent out of here on a stretcher, man! We run WUK! You come in here thinking you can skip line that you are in Crane’s league? Please.
Reese walked off, ignoring the assistant who held out a water bottle.
