Post by Preston Reese on Oct 9, 2023 16:47:53 GMT -5
Archie Rude is backstage standing before the WUK banner, and beside him stand the self-proclaimed enforcers of the High Roller’s Club. Preston Reese and behind him the frowning Warrick, Reese flashes a smirk at him before he smooths his jacket before he adjusts his tie. He steps closer, and he shrugs before he looks at Rude.
Rude: Preston Reese, you have made a lot of comments about Olympia and Cheez in the days leading up to End of Days 3!
Reese arched a perfect golden brow, and he looked confused at Warrick before he turned back to Rude.
Reese: Comments? My opponents who claim to be among the best in the business, among the elite of WUK have suddenly gotten very quiet! Olympia is tired of cosplaying that Disney Movie with the ghost!
Rude blinked.
Rude: Haunted Mansion?
Reese snorted, shaking his head with a glance at Warrick.
Warrick shrugged, clearly not a Disney man before he grumbled.
Warrick: Mister Boogity?
Reese rolled his eyes, and he undid a button before he waved hand. Rude looked confused, and Reese smirked.
Reese: You know what we’ll as Marty when he bothers to show up, he’s a veritable Disney Lorcana isn’t he?
Warrick nodded.
Reese: And Cheez? Cheez knows he can’t hold a candle to a man of my caliber! Look at me, I am a elite level athlete, I am a second generation superstar! I am a man who was trained by my father to compete at this level since I was old enough to walk!
And then you have Cheez.
Reese waved a hand at Rude, snorting.
Reese: You could take that guy, he looks like he should be flipping burgers back in Wisconsin! No, if Wormwood had any sense he would save the WUK the embarrassment of those two even being on the card and hand me the Commonwealth Title.
You know what though? Maybe we should change the name of the Commonwealth Title! You see the Commonwealth is alot like the WUK roster you know?
Depleted. Run down. Over-rated!
Rude blinked, and Warrick gave a rumble that may have been a chuckle. Reese tugged at his jacket, and he smoothed it before he tilted his head with a grin. He laughed, and then Rude nodded before Reese cut him off.
Reese: We can call it the United States Title! Or fuck it, we can just it the California title since the other 49 states are trash!
Now let’s talk about the opponents I can face after I beat those two at End of Days shall we?
Rude started to answer, but Reese cut him off.
Reese: First we have that over rated Hot Topic clerk Kasper Van Zant and her little group of hillbillies. Listen, sweetheart, we already had some weird Southern Gothic hillbillies! And the High Roller’s Club? We sent Charlton and Chubbs packing!
Rude sputtered, and Reese turned to look at him.
Reese: What?
Rude: Carlton and Chapps?
Reese: Who? Who the fuck cares!
Reese waved a hand, and Rude stared as the King of Hollywood continued.
Reese: Who’s next? Spike Kane? Cool! Irish guy who escaped Hell? So you escaped Hell and went back to Ireland? To Britain? Come on, man. You can’t be serious! You are supposed to be an XHF legend, and if you think you have the stones?
Well, step on up!
Rude: Spike Kane is an –
Reese waved a hand.
Reese: Has. Been.
Speaking of? The ‘REAL’ Lord Dominicus! The Vantablack Savior! This guy walks in here and he says alot! And he gets in High Roller’s Business! Well, good news! When I win the Commo–The California Title! He can have his shot!
He is not on my level! He won’t even have to use his one shot at glory!
Rude stared, and Warrick nodded before Rude lifted the mic.
Rude: But LD–
Reese: Yeah, yeah, LD won some title and this or that back in NPW! But NPW is dead, brother. It has been dead for like three years! Dominicus is the past? And baby I am the FUTURE!
THE FUTURE!
Who else?
Reese snapped his fingers, clearly warming up as he pulled off his jacket. He tossed it across Rude’s shoulders, and he grabbed the mic as he leaned forward.
Reese: Yeah, there is one more piece of shit I have my eye on. One more piece of crap that seems to keep sticking his nose in High Roller business! A man who laid his hands on me back in New York!
Yeah, you know exactly who I am talking to!
Rude blinked, and Reese tapped the camera.
Reese: Florida Man! I am talking to you! Yeah, you think I forgot about you? No. You walk around here with your little jokes, and your little bits, and throw around your food stamps! Riding down here on your goddamned Wal-mart scooter!
You’re trash! You’re fucking Florida trash! Maybe you and Kasper can hook up and make some meth heads that are common south of the Florida Georgia Line! But the facts are when I win the Commonwealth Title? The first fucking head I want on the wall is yours!
You got that?
Cheez is trash. Olympia is mid? But you?
Look at you!
Reese frowned at Rude, then grabbed his jacket before he stomped off with a glare. Warrick shrugged, adjusting his own jacket before he followed after the angry Reese. Rude shrugged helplessly.
Rude: Preston Reese, you have made a lot of comments about Olympia and Cheez in the days leading up to End of Days 3!
Reese arched a perfect golden brow, and he looked confused at Warrick before he turned back to Rude.
Reese: Comments? My opponents who claim to be among the best in the business, among the elite of WUK have suddenly gotten very quiet! Olympia is tired of cosplaying that Disney Movie with the ghost!
Rude blinked.
Rude: Haunted Mansion?
Reese snorted, shaking his head with a glance at Warrick.
Warrick shrugged, clearly not a Disney man before he grumbled.
Warrick: Mister Boogity?
Reese rolled his eyes, and he undid a button before he waved hand. Rude looked confused, and Reese smirked.
Reese: You know what we’ll as Marty when he bothers to show up, he’s a veritable Disney Lorcana isn’t he?
Warrick nodded.
Reese: And Cheez? Cheez knows he can’t hold a candle to a man of my caliber! Look at me, I am a elite level athlete, I am a second generation superstar! I am a man who was trained by my father to compete at this level since I was old enough to walk!
And then you have Cheez.
Reese waved a hand at Rude, snorting.
Reese: You could take that guy, he looks like he should be flipping burgers back in Wisconsin! No, if Wormwood had any sense he would save the WUK the embarrassment of those two even being on the card and hand me the Commonwealth Title.
You know what though? Maybe we should change the name of the Commonwealth Title! You see the Commonwealth is alot like the WUK roster you know?
Depleted. Run down. Over-rated!
Rude blinked, and Warrick gave a rumble that may have been a chuckle. Reese tugged at his jacket, and he smoothed it before he tilted his head with a grin. He laughed, and then Rude nodded before Reese cut him off.
Reese: We can call it the United States Title! Or fuck it, we can just it the California title since the other 49 states are trash!
Now let’s talk about the opponents I can face after I beat those two at End of Days shall we?
Rude started to answer, but Reese cut him off.
Reese: First we have that over rated Hot Topic clerk Kasper Van Zant and her little group of hillbillies. Listen, sweetheart, we already had some weird Southern Gothic hillbillies! And the High Roller’s Club? We sent Charlton and Chubbs packing!
Rude sputtered, and Reese turned to look at him.
Reese: What?
Rude: Carlton and Chapps?
Reese: Who? Who the fuck cares!
Reese waved a hand, and Rude stared as the King of Hollywood continued.
Reese: Who’s next? Spike Kane? Cool! Irish guy who escaped Hell? So you escaped Hell and went back to Ireland? To Britain? Come on, man. You can’t be serious! You are supposed to be an XHF legend, and if you think you have the stones?
Well, step on up!
Rude: Spike Kane is an –
Reese waved a hand.
Reese: Has. Been.
Speaking of? The ‘REAL’ Lord Dominicus! The Vantablack Savior! This guy walks in here and he says alot! And he gets in High Roller’s Business! Well, good news! When I win the Commo–The California Title! He can have his shot!
He is not on my level! He won’t even have to use his one shot at glory!
Rude stared, and Warrick nodded before Rude lifted the mic.
Rude: But LD–
Reese: Yeah, yeah, LD won some title and this or that back in NPW! But NPW is dead, brother. It has been dead for like three years! Dominicus is the past? And baby I am the FUTURE!
THE FUTURE!
Who else?
Reese snapped his fingers, clearly warming up as he pulled off his jacket. He tossed it across Rude’s shoulders, and he grabbed the mic as he leaned forward.
Reese: Yeah, there is one more piece of shit I have my eye on. One more piece of crap that seems to keep sticking his nose in High Roller business! A man who laid his hands on me back in New York!
Yeah, you know exactly who I am talking to!
Rude blinked, and Reese tapped the camera.
Reese: Florida Man! I am talking to you! Yeah, you think I forgot about you? No. You walk around here with your little jokes, and your little bits, and throw around your food stamps! Riding down here on your goddamned Wal-mart scooter!
You’re trash! You’re fucking Florida trash! Maybe you and Kasper can hook up and make some meth heads that are common south of the Florida Georgia Line! But the facts are when I win the Commonwealth Title? The first fucking head I want on the wall is yours!
You got that?
Cheez is trash. Olympia is mid? But you?
Look at you!
Reese frowned at Rude, then grabbed his jacket before he stomped off with a glare. Warrick shrugged, adjusting his own jacket before he followed after the angry Reese. Rude shrugged helplessly.
