Post by Preston Reese on Oct 7, 2023 14:50:49 GMT -5
Inside what appears to be a high scale club sits Preston Andre Reese, and beside him frowning is the big man Warrick. Pretty girls in tight dresses lounged around them, and a few danced in the background as Reese held up a glass. Someone else poured, and he tossed it back before Warrick just grabbed the bottle. The lights flashed and blurred, and Reese smirked as he waved around him.
Reese: You see this? You see all of this?
He frowned, and he leaned closer.
Reese: This is the reward of money, of class! Of being the absolute best! You know who isn’t the best? Cheez! That little noodle armed Gamestop clerk for some reason that is beyond me is treated like royalty here! Opportunity after opportunity! And why?
Reese threw down his drink, and he sat the glass aside as his arm slid around the slender waist of the girl next to him. He dragged her close, and he pointed as he continued with only a slight glance at the girl.
Reese: Because he is a worthless slob like all of those mouth breathers in the cheap seats! Because they think they can do what I do because some slob from Wisconsin can! Because Cheez is just like all of you!
Well, Cheez! I got news for you! You’re not like me, kid. And these people who love you? They are not like me! I am better than them, and I am better than you! And when we face off at End of Days Three? You’re going to learn that!
Reese grabbed his drink, and one of the girls refilled it as Warrick looked on.
Reese: They think that making this a Triple Threat gives you some kind of chance? You know what Olympia may be out of her mind! She maybe standing around talking to ghosts or hearing voices or whatever? But at least she is a fighter, at least she has some type of skill!
You think this is Street Fighter, Cheez?
No, this is cold hard reality! I am taking your head off! You see the High Roller’s Club? We’re a step above, we’re elite! XHF Royalty!
He shook his head, and Warrick nodded as he looked around again. Reese tugged at his jacket, and he frowned before he took another drink.
Reese: You? No.
And when Rage and Cage dethrone those idiots and take the WUK Tag Team Titles! When my boy Wesley ends the career of our so called Vantablack Savior! And when Warrick walks out of the Battle of the Britain with that title shot? All of the gold, all of it!
Will belong to us!
Reese grumbled, and the girls scattered as he leaned forward. His tie was loose around his neck, and his jacket undone as he gestured to Warrick. He held the glass in both hands, and rolled it around before he sneered.
Reese: We run WUK! It doesn’t matter what anyone else says or thinks! The High Rollers own this shit! And you two? Are about to get a cold hard dose of that reality! I am walking into Normandy, and I am headlining End of Days Three! And I will walk out as WUK Commonwealth Champion!
And I will be the first real Commonwealth Champion since Eron Hunter! I am not going to throw it in the crowd to get cheap heat, I am not going to rest on my laurels and hand it over to my friends! And I am sure as fuck not going to let Olympia beat me for it!
I am going to show the entire XHF what a Champion looks like! And frankly, if I can be real?
Warrick gave him a nod, and Reese grinned.
Reese: No matter who wins at Battle of Britain? It looks like I will have the A title. So Cheez? Good luck, kid.
Reese waved the camera away, grabbing another of those girls before he frowned at the camera. And Warrick rose, hand over the lenses as he shoved it away.
Reese: You see this? You see all of this?
He frowned, and he leaned closer.
Reese: This is the reward of money, of class! Of being the absolute best! You know who isn’t the best? Cheez! That little noodle armed Gamestop clerk for some reason that is beyond me is treated like royalty here! Opportunity after opportunity! And why?
Reese threw down his drink, and he sat the glass aside as his arm slid around the slender waist of the girl next to him. He dragged her close, and he pointed as he continued with only a slight glance at the girl.
Reese: Because he is a worthless slob like all of those mouth breathers in the cheap seats! Because they think they can do what I do because some slob from Wisconsin can! Because Cheez is just like all of you!
Well, Cheez! I got news for you! You’re not like me, kid. And these people who love you? They are not like me! I am better than them, and I am better than you! And when we face off at End of Days Three? You’re going to learn that!
Reese grabbed his drink, and one of the girls refilled it as Warrick looked on.
Reese: They think that making this a Triple Threat gives you some kind of chance? You know what Olympia may be out of her mind! She maybe standing around talking to ghosts or hearing voices or whatever? But at least she is a fighter, at least she has some type of skill!
You think this is Street Fighter, Cheez?
No, this is cold hard reality! I am taking your head off! You see the High Roller’s Club? We’re a step above, we’re elite! XHF Royalty!
He shook his head, and Warrick nodded as he looked around again. Reese tugged at his jacket, and he frowned before he took another drink.
Reese: You? No.
And when Rage and Cage dethrone those idiots and take the WUK Tag Team Titles! When my boy Wesley ends the career of our so called Vantablack Savior! And when Warrick walks out of the Battle of the Britain with that title shot? All of the gold, all of it!
Will belong to us!
Reese grumbled, and the girls scattered as he leaned forward. His tie was loose around his neck, and his jacket undone as he gestured to Warrick. He held the glass in both hands, and rolled it around before he sneered.
Reese: We run WUK! It doesn’t matter what anyone else says or thinks! The High Rollers own this shit! And you two? Are about to get a cold hard dose of that reality! I am walking into Normandy, and I am headlining End of Days Three! And I will walk out as WUK Commonwealth Champion!
And I will be the first real Commonwealth Champion since Eron Hunter! I am not going to throw it in the crowd to get cheap heat, I am not going to rest on my laurels and hand it over to my friends! And I am sure as fuck not going to let Olympia beat me for it!
I am going to show the entire XHF what a Champion looks like! And frankly, if I can be real?
Warrick gave him a nod, and Reese grinned.
Reese: No matter who wins at Battle of Britain? It looks like I will have the A title. So Cheez? Good luck, kid.
Reese waved the camera away, grabbing another of those girls before he frowned at the camera. And Warrick rose, hand over the lenses as he shoved it away.
