Post by Warrick on Sept 18, 2023 12:50:37 GMT -5
The scenes open up showing Preston Reese walking into a seedy smoke-filled bar. Preston, definitely out of his element makes his way through the crowd making sure to touch as little as possible as he makes his way to the bar where we find the newcomer Warrick seated quietly drinking his beer.
Preston: Nice place.
Preston states sarcastically as he motions for the bartender. Warrick lifts his head looking at Reece before turning back to his beer.
Preston: You know you're a member of the high rollers now. You don't have to go to shit holes like this anymore.
Preston states as he takes his seat.
Preston: I'll have whatever he's having.
Preston informs the bar tender before turning back to Warrick.
Warrick: I like it here.
Preston shrugs as the bartender hands him his drink. Inspecting the glass Reece thinks better of drinking from the cloudy glass and places it back on the counter and pushes it way from himself.
Preston: I liked your little introduction you gave.
Preston smirks.
Preston: A little intense wouldn't you say? I know you're a badass and all, otherwise we wouldn't have brought you into the high rollers in the first place, but you do realize that this is a Battle Royal right? I'm sure your little message drew a lot of attention. They are not going to fight you one on one and I'm just a little worried that you may have inadvertently put a target on your own back.
Preston's presence in the bar seems to have drawn some attention from the locals. Behind the duo a commotion can be heard. A large group of men begin to make their way towards the wrestlers surrounding them.
Unnamed Local: Yer that guy on the TV aren't ya?
The man says laughing turning to his group of friends.
Unnamed Local: What brings a big fancy pants like yourself to our little watering hole?
The man states but Preston ignores him again turning back to his new friend.
Unnamed Local: Don't turn your back on me when I'm talking to you boy!
Preston sighs before addressing the men.
Preston: As you can see gentlemen, I'm just trying to have a conversation with my friend here so if you would all kindly fuck off id love to get back to it.
Unnamed Local: You think your better than us? They think their better than us! Let's teach these boys a lesson!
The local Man yells before one of his buddies breaks a beer bottle over the back of the head of the as of yet silent Warrick. Warrick slams his fists on the bar in a loud crash drawing the attention of the large group of men before anything more takes place and Warrick takes to his feet. The men for a moment are frozen in fear at the size of Warrick but they quickly get their barring's back. Their numbers inflating their confidence. The men back on the attack begin to swing at the big man battering him with their fists. Seemingly unphased by the assault Warrick lunges forward grabbing one of the men by the back of his head and slamming him face first into the bar in a sickening thud. As their friend falls to the floor in a heap another man comes forward swinging a pool cue at Warrick only to have it snatched out of the air and Warrick to plant a big boot into the man's chest sending him flying backwards crashing into the high-top bar tables behind them. Warrick tosses the weapon aside as he continues his dismantlement of the remaining men. Each punch dropping a man a man to his knees as if they had been hit by a sledgehammer.
Local: We give up, we give up!
One of the man's pleads but his words fall on deaf ears as Warrick hoists the man high into the air before throwing him over the bar. The remaining men flee in order to avoid facing the wrath of WUK newcomer. Warrick runs his fingers through his hair slicking it back out of his face before taking his seat back at the bar. Preston gives him a little golf clap impressed at both the speed and brutality that Warrick just displayed.
Warrick: Oh, I understand alright.
Warrick states turning his attention to Reece and taking a swig of his beer.
Warrick: It's my competitors who don't understand. Right now, they only have my words to go by. For now they can still try to act brave. They can still try to pretend that they will be the hero. But they cannot win this.
Warrick states.
Warrick: I'm sure that for now they doubt me. I'm sure they think that everything that I said was nothing more than just an empty threat but at the Welsh Homecoming not only will the world learn to fear me but so will each and every one of my opponents. I walk into that ring a question mark and out as their greatest fear. let's face it. there is not a single one among them worthy to stand in the ring across from me and on September 25th none of them will ever doubt me again.
Preston smiles as he realizes just what he and the High Rollers have just released onto the unsuspecting WUK locker-room. Their already dominant stable becoming just that much more dangerous at his inclusion.
Preston: You know what Warrick, I have a feeling your right about that.
The scene fades to black.
Preston: Nice place.
Preston states sarcastically as he motions for the bartender. Warrick lifts his head looking at Reece before turning back to his beer.
Preston: You know you're a member of the high rollers now. You don't have to go to shit holes like this anymore.
Preston states as he takes his seat.
Preston: I'll have whatever he's having.
Preston informs the bar tender before turning back to Warrick.
Warrick: I like it here.
Preston shrugs as the bartender hands him his drink. Inspecting the glass Reece thinks better of drinking from the cloudy glass and places it back on the counter and pushes it way from himself.
Preston: I liked your little introduction you gave.
Preston smirks.
Preston: A little intense wouldn't you say? I know you're a badass and all, otherwise we wouldn't have brought you into the high rollers in the first place, but you do realize that this is a Battle Royal right? I'm sure your little message drew a lot of attention. They are not going to fight you one on one and I'm just a little worried that you may have inadvertently put a target on your own back.
Preston's presence in the bar seems to have drawn some attention from the locals. Behind the duo a commotion can be heard. A large group of men begin to make their way towards the wrestlers surrounding them.
Unnamed Local: Yer that guy on the TV aren't ya?
The man says laughing turning to his group of friends.
Unnamed Local: What brings a big fancy pants like yourself to our little watering hole?
The man states but Preston ignores him again turning back to his new friend.
Unnamed Local: Don't turn your back on me when I'm talking to you boy!
Preston sighs before addressing the men.
Preston: As you can see gentlemen, I'm just trying to have a conversation with my friend here so if you would all kindly fuck off id love to get back to it.
Unnamed Local: You think your better than us? They think their better than us! Let's teach these boys a lesson!
The local Man yells before one of his buddies breaks a beer bottle over the back of the head of the as of yet silent Warrick. Warrick slams his fists on the bar in a loud crash drawing the attention of the large group of men before anything more takes place and Warrick takes to his feet. The men for a moment are frozen in fear at the size of Warrick but they quickly get their barring's back. Their numbers inflating their confidence. The men back on the attack begin to swing at the big man battering him with their fists. Seemingly unphased by the assault Warrick lunges forward grabbing one of the men by the back of his head and slamming him face first into the bar in a sickening thud. As their friend falls to the floor in a heap another man comes forward swinging a pool cue at Warrick only to have it snatched out of the air and Warrick to plant a big boot into the man's chest sending him flying backwards crashing into the high-top bar tables behind them. Warrick tosses the weapon aside as he continues his dismantlement of the remaining men. Each punch dropping a man a man to his knees as if they had been hit by a sledgehammer.
Local: We give up, we give up!
One of the man's pleads but his words fall on deaf ears as Warrick hoists the man high into the air before throwing him over the bar. The remaining men flee in order to avoid facing the wrath of WUK newcomer. Warrick runs his fingers through his hair slicking it back out of his face before taking his seat back at the bar. Preston gives him a little golf clap impressed at both the speed and brutality that Warrick just displayed.
Warrick: Oh, I understand alright.
Warrick states turning his attention to Reece and taking a swig of his beer.
Warrick: It's my competitors who don't understand. Right now, they only have my words to go by. For now they can still try to act brave. They can still try to pretend that they will be the hero. But they cannot win this.
Warrick states.
Warrick: I'm sure that for now they doubt me. I'm sure they think that everything that I said was nothing more than just an empty threat but at the Welsh Homecoming not only will the world learn to fear me but so will each and every one of my opponents. I walk into that ring a question mark and out as their greatest fear. let's face it. there is not a single one among them worthy to stand in the ring across from me and on September 25th none of them will ever doubt me again.
Preston smiles as he realizes just what he and the High Rollers have just released onto the unsuspecting WUK locker-room. Their already dominant stable becoming just that much more dangerous at his inclusion.
Preston: You know what Warrick, I have a feeling your right about that.
The scene fades to black.
