Post by Warrick on Oct 9, 2023 20:56:36 GMT -5
The scene opens with Preston Reece standing outside the locker room of his newest ally in the systematic takeover of the WUK. Preston bangs on the door and waits a second before knocking again even louder showing his impatience. Suddenly the door swings open and Warrick steps out eclipsing Reece with his massive frame.
Warrick: What's got you in such a hurry?
Warrick huffs.
Reece: Let's go we are grabbing lunch.
Warrick looks at Preston a little annoyed by the sudden interruption before answering.
Warrick: I'm not hungry.
Warrick states before attempting to step back into his room and closing the door behind him. Preston reaches forward grabbing ahold of the big man's wrist before he can close it all the way and pulls forward and begins to lead the newest member of his stable down the hall.
Reece: This isn't about eating. This is a recon mission.
Moments later Reece leads Warrick into the cafeteria. Preston haphazardly throws a few random items onto a tray paying little to no attention to its contents before leading Warrick to a secluded table off to the corner of the room.
Warrick: So, what was so important that you had to drag me down here like that?
Warrick asks seeming slightly annoyed at his friend's impatience. Preston waves his arm motioning for Warrick to turn his attention back to the craft services tables where we see more and more of the WUK superstars begin to trickle in.
Reece: Thats why. Right now, is the perfect time for me to fill you in on each and every one of your opponent's that will be participating in your match at BOB. Do you see those two over there?
Reece asks as he points to the Fairtex brothers who are talking to each other as they load their plates.
Warrick: Yeah, I see them. What's so important about them?
Reece: Well, nothing...
Preston smirks
Reece: Those two are the Fairtex Brothers. They are the first two to enter into your match. They are a tag team, and you can be sure that they will be ganging up on anyone who has to get into the ring with them. Fortunately for us you're the last person to enter the match and they aren't actually very good so I'm sure they will be eliminated long before you step into the ring.
Warrick chuckles at the slight. Reece motions again to the door as lady Lana Windsor walks into the room.
Reece: Thats Lady Lana Windsor... Shes a princess or something.
Warrick turns his attention to Windsor before spitting out the bite of his apple and almost falling out of his chair at the sight of the tail.
Warrick: Is that a fucking tail?!?
Reece cringes a little as he responds.
Reece: I'm pretty sure the tail is just some kind of butt plug or something but I'm not about to pull it to find out.
Warrick: I swear I just saw it wag a little.
Reece: Let's just leave it at that.
Warrick's face mirrors Preston's and he nods in agreement before Reece moves on to the next of Warrick's future combatants.
Reece: That guy there is the Sheik. He's into all that wrapping himself in barbed wire and jumping on thumbtacks bullshit. Honestly, I think it's some kind of fetish or something. I swear one time I saw him get an erection while he put his opponent in the Last Crusade.
Again, Warrick cringes.
Reece: Let's avoid that guy.
Warrick nods with a look of disgust at Preston's news.
Reece: Thats Sinclair Godfrey. She and Gavin Drake are part of the Donzig Gun stable. They shouldn't be messed with. Each and every one of them have more than a few screws loose if ya know what I mean. Fortunately for us they are all involved in some little power struggle and if we are lucky, they will take each other out. I know you can handle them, but they are the kind of crazy we don't want when The High Rollers are about to win all of the WUK gold.
Warrick nods in acknowledgment before he turns his attention to the gator faced luchador who is currently sniffing the spread laid out on the craft service table. Seeing where his eyes are Preston interjects before Warrick can even ask his question.
Reece: Thats Florida Man. He thinks he's an alligator or something but honestly, I think it's just the bath salts talking. He is from Florida after all.
Warrick: Yeah, that makes sense. Is everyone in this company a freak like these guys?
Warrick asks seemingly a little creeped out by the most recent revelations about the WUK roster.
Reece: No, not everyone. There is Kasper Van Zant. You remember her, don't you? Shes the one you dumped unceremoniously over the top rope like a sack of potatoes to win your match at the Welsch Homecoming.
Warrick: No not really. She didn't put up much of a fight so there wasn't much to remember about it.
Warrick states as he shrugs.
Reece: Well, she certainly remembers you. She is going around telling everyone you blindsided her.
Preston smirks.
Warrick: Losers often make excuses. Winners don't have to.
Reece: your right there big guy. Anyway, to answer your question that girl is sort of normal. Just some serious daddy issues. Shes gunning for you though so just keep your eyes peeled for her.
Just then Maxine Salt and Pepper Hutchison take a seat at the table next to the two. The girls drawing their attention.
Warrick: Who are they?
Reece: Thats Salt & Pepper.
Warrick: What's their story?
Reece smirks before answering.
Reece: Its "None of Your Business"...
Warrick lets out a sigh scoffing at the joke before becoming more serious.
Warrick: Listen you were the one that had to drag me out here and now your just out here making bad jokes about my opponents. what was I supposed to learn from this?
Reece: Thats exactly what I'm trying to tell you! Your opponents are the island of misfit toys of the WUK. Your going to absolutely destroy these morons. Now stop taking this so seriously and come party with us. If we leave now we can still catch Wesley at the bar!
Warrick smiles for the first time and the scene fades to black.
Warrick: What's got you in such a hurry?
Warrick huffs.
Reece: Let's go we are grabbing lunch.
Warrick looks at Preston a little annoyed by the sudden interruption before answering.
Warrick: I'm not hungry.
Warrick states before attempting to step back into his room and closing the door behind him. Preston reaches forward grabbing ahold of the big man's wrist before he can close it all the way and pulls forward and begins to lead the newest member of his stable down the hall.
Reece: This isn't about eating. This is a recon mission.
Moments later Reece leads Warrick into the cafeteria. Preston haphazardly throws a few random items onto a tray paying little to no attention to its contents before leading Warrick to a secluded table off to the corner of the room.
Warrick: So, what was so important that you had to drag me down here like that?
Warrick asks seeming slightly annoyed at his friend's impatience. Preston waves his arm motioning for Warrick to turn his attention back to the craft services tables where we see more and more of the WUK superstars begin to trickle in.
Reece: Thats why. Right now, is the perfect time for me to fill you in on each and every one of your opponent's that will be participating in your match at BOB. Do you see those two over there?
Reece asks as he points to the Fairtex brothers who are talking to each other as they load their plates.
Warrick: Yeah, I see them. What's so important about them?
Reece: Well, nothing...
Preston smirks
Reece: Those two are the Fairtex Brothers. They are the first two to enter into your match. They are a tag team, and you can be sure that they will be ganging up on anyone who has to get into the ring with them. Fortunately for us you're the last person to enter the match and they aren't actually very good so I'm sure they will be eliminated long before you step into the ring.
Warrick chuckles at the slight. Reece motions again to the door as lady Lana Windsor walks into the room.
Reece: Thats Lady Lana Windsor... Shes a princess or something.
Warrick turns his attention to Windsor before spitting out the bite of his apple and almost falling out of his chair at the sight of the tail.
Warrick: Is that a fucking tail?!?
Reece cringes a little as he responds.
Reece: I'm pretty sure the tail is just some kind of butt plug or something but I'm not about to pull it to find out.
Warrick: I swear I just saw it wag a little.
Reece: Let's just leave it at that.
Warrick's face mirrors Preston's and he nods in agreement before Reece moves on to the next of Warrick's future combatants.
Reece: That guy there is the Sheik. He's into all that wrapping himself in barbed wire and jumping on thumbtacks bullshit. Honestly, I think it's some kind of fetish or something. I swear one time I saw him get an erection while he put his opponent in the Last Crusade.
Again, Warrick cringes.
Reece: Let's avoid that guy.
Warrick nods with a look of disgust at Preston's news.
Reece: Thats Sinclair Godfrey. She and Gavin Drake are part of the Donzig Gun stable. They shouldn't be messed with. Each and every one of them have more than a few screws loose if ya know what I mean. Fortunately for us they are all involved in some little power struggle and if we are lucky, they will take each other out. I know you can handle them, but they are the kind of crazy we don't want when The High Rollers are about to win all of the WUK gold.
Warrick nods in acknowledgment before he turns his attention to the gator faced luchador who is currently sniffing the spread laid out on the craft service table. Seeing where his eyes are Preston interjects before Warrick can even ask his question.
Reece: Thats Florida Man. He thinks he's an alligator or something but honestly, I think it's just the bath salts talking. He is from Florida after all.
Warrick: Yeah, that makes sense. Is everyone in this company a freak like these guys?
Warrick asks seemingly a little creeped out by the most recent revelations about the WUK roster.
Reece: No, not everyone. There is Kasper Van Zant. You remember her, don't you? Shes the one you dumped unceremoniously over the top rope like a sack of potatoes to win your match at the Welsch Homecoming.
Warrick: No not really. She didn't put up much of a fight so there wasn't much to remember about it.
Warrick states as he shrugs.
Reece: Well, she certainly remembers you. She is going around telling everyone you blindsided her.
Preston smirks.
Warrick: Losers often make excuses. Winners don't have to.
Reece: your right there big guy. Anyway, to answer your question that girl is sort of normal. Just some serious daddy issues. Shes gunning for you though so just keep your eyes peeled for her.
Just then Maxine Salt and Pepper Hutchison take a seat at the table next to the two. The girls drawing their attention.
Warrick: Who are they?
Reece: Thats Salt & Pepper.
Warrick: What's their story?
Reece smirks before answering.
Reece: Its "None of Your Business"...
Warrick lets out a sigh scoffing at the joke before becoming more serious.
Warrick: Listen you were the one that had to drag me out here and now your just out here making bad jokes about my opponents. what was I supposed to learn from this?
Reece: Thats exactly what I'm trying to tell you! Your opponents are the island of misfit toys of the WUK. Your going to absolutely destroy these morons. Now stop taking this so seriously and come party with us. If we leave now we can still catch Wesley at the bar!
Warrick smiles for the first time and the scene fades to black.
