Ladders, Legacies, & Florida Man [RP #1]
Oct 26, 2023 21:58:11 GMT -5
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Post by Preston Reese on Oct 26, 2023 21:58:11 GMT -5
Warren Webber the Third is backstage, and he looks around before he adjusts his tie. And then he backs up as Preston Andre Reese enters the scene, Warrick behind him. Reese tugs on his jacket, and then opens it to expose the WUK Commonwealth title around his waist. He hooks his thumb behind it, and smirks before he waves a hand to shut up Webber.
Reese: What you are looking at? Is the picture of the GREATEST Commonwealth Champion of all time ever! Now I could tell you about the lineage of this title! I could tell you about Ronnie Long, I could tell you about Olympia, I could even bring up that over-rated flippy guy who somehow has managed to become our WUK World Heavyweight Champion!
Webber blinked.
W3: You mean Eron Hunter?
Reese blinked at him, he looked at Warrick with a shake of his head. Then he lifted a hand in mocking confusion, a grunt as he turned back to Webber.
Reese: Listen, Eron Hunter gets enough air time don’t you think? And then he is back here granting matches!
‘Oh, Watts deserves a rematch! Oh, he was a great champion! He was never pinned! Blah, blah, blah!’
Makes me fucking sick!
Webber nodded, and Warrick shook his head as Reese continued.
Reese: And word on the street? He pulled his weight and got that over-rated former legend Psychotic Goth a world title shot on the next show! Can you believe that? Where’s the return match for the greatest and longest reigning WUK World Champion of all time?
Where the fuck is Crane’s match? I guess he doesn’t get one because the great and mighty Hunter is running scared! He is running scared of us! Of the High Roller’s Club! And we all know it!
Where was I?
W3: The Legacy of the Commonwealth Title?
Reese nodded, and absently patted the belt before he adjusted his tie again. A glance at Warrick, who shrugged before he looked back at Webber.
W3: Aren’t you forgetting some people?
Reese: No one fucking important.
Warrick snorted a laugh, and Reese smirked before he pulled off the belt. He held it up, and he shrugged as he continued.
Reese: You see this? You’re never going to have this, Florida Man! You’re not going to lay your grubby JROK crusted hands on this belt! I beat Olympia, I beat that video gamer punk Cheez! And in Birmingham? I am going to beat you! I am going to cement my legacy as the GREATEST Commonwealth Champion in WUK History!
If you want this belt? You’re going to have to climb the ladder, and pull it down! You’re going to have to get past me! Me!
The only second generation superstar in WUK! A generational talent! Do you get that you fucking hobo? I am wrestling royalty! My dad was a superstar before you even hatched in the meth lab!
Webber sputtered, and Reese shoved him as he tossed the belt across his own shoulder. He patted the gold, and he waved a hand before he smirked.
Reese: And you won’t be able to ride the coat tails of that cartoon shilling huckster you call a tag team partner either! You should in fact get used to getting beat by the High Roller’s Club! Because it is going to happen back to back!
And on the off chance, on the slimmest chance you beat old Eron at New Year’s Brawl, baby? It’s going to happen one more time!
Warrick laughed, and Reese tugged on his jacket as he laughed at Webber who looked miserable. Then Reese swatted him, grinning as he looked back to the camera before he frowned.
Reese: And that means good old LD will never get to cash in his little title shot because Crane will have that gold around his waist! The FOREVER Champ!
Webber nodded, and lifted the mic.
W3: You seem very confident!
Reese blinked, and snorted.
Reese: Confident? I don’t need to be confident! All the gold, all of it is coming back home! And then maybe we should turn our attention to global gold, yeah?
Preston Reese: X Crown Champion sounds hot!
Preston Reese: Junior Heavyweight Champion!
Reese sneered, nudging Warrick.
Reese: But all of that is for another day, because right now? All I can think about is putting WUK out of it’s misery by kicking the piss out of that degenerate Florida Man! So you can ride your little scooter down to the ring, and eat your chicken, and do your little fucking tricks! Because all of that doesn’t matter!
I am going to end you! I am going to give you the beating that someone in JROK should have gave you a long time ago before you crawled out of the gutter to blacken our doorstep!
Fuck! When I get through with you? Maybe they will have to find a new opponent for Hunter at New Years Brawl! Maybe you won’t even make it to Legacy 21 to face Rage and Cage!
Reese grinned evilly, and he held up the belt again before he winked.
Reese: But you won’t be doing any of it with this belt, Flo! I am going to climb that fucking ladder, and look down at what is left of your ass with a tear in my eye!
Reese waved a hand, and he walked off as Warrick fell into line behind him. The pair laughed, and Webber watched them go with a shrug. Then he motioned for the camera to cut off.
Reese: What you are looking at? Is the picture of the GREATEST Commonwealth Champion of all time ever! Now I could tell you about the lineage of this title! I could tell you about Ronnie Long, I could tell you about Olympia, I could even bring up that over-rated flippy guy who somehow has managed to become our WUK World Heavyweight Champion!
Webber blinked.
W3: You mean Eron Hunter?
Reese blinked at him, he looked at Warrick with a shake of his head. Then he lifted a hand in mocking confusion, a grunt as he turned back to Webber.
Reese: Listen, Eron Hunter gets enough air time don’t you think? And then he is back here granting matches!
‘Oh, Watts deserves a rematch! Oh, he was a great champion! He was never pinned! Blah, blah, blah!’
Makes me fucking sick!
Webber nodded, and Warrick shook his head as Reese continued.
Reese: And word on the street? He pulled his weight and got that over-rated former legend Psychotic Goth a world title shot on the next show! Can you believe that? Where’s the return match for the greatest and longest reigning WUK World Champion of all time?
Where the fuck is Crane’s match? I guess he doesn’t get one because the great and mighty Hunter is running scared! He is running scared of us! Of the High Roller’s Club! And we all know it!
Where was I?
W3: The Legacy of the Commonwealth Title?
Reese nodded, and absently patted the belt before he adjusted his tie again. A glance at Warrick, who shrugged before he looked back at Webber.
W3: Aren’t you forgetting some people?
Reese: No one fucking important.
Warrick snorted a laugh, and Reese smirked before he pulled off the belt. He held it up, and he shrugged as he continued.
Reese: You see this? You’re never going to have this, Florida Man! You’re not going to lay your grubby JROK crusted hands on this belt! I beat Olympia, I beat that video gamer punk Cheez! And in Birmingham? I am going to beat you! I am going to cement my legacy as the GREATEST Commonwealth Champion in WUK History!
If you want this belt? You’re going to have to climb the ladder, and pull it down! You’re going to have to get past me! Me!
The only second generation superstar in WUK! A generational talent! Do you get that you fucking hobo? I am wrestling royalty! My dad was a superstar before you even hatched in the meth lab!
Webber sputtered, and Reese shoved him as he tossed the belt across his own shoulder. He patted the gold, and he waved a hand before he smirked.
Reese: And you won’t be able to ride the coat tails of that cartoon shilling huckster you call a tag team partner either! You should in fact get used to getting beat by the High Roller’s Club! Because it is going to happen back to back!
And on the off chance, on the slimmest chance you beat old Eron at New Year’s Brawl, baby? It’s going to happen one more time!
Warrick laughed, and Reese tugged on his jacket as he laughed at Webber who looked miserable. Then Reese swatted him, grinning as he looked back to the camera before he frowned.
Reese: And that means good old LD will never get to cash in his little title shot because Crane will have that gold around his waist! The FOREVER Champ!
Webber nodded, and lifted the mic.
W3: You seem very confident!
Reese blinked, and snorted.
Reese: Confident? I don’t need to be confident! All the gold, all of it is coming back home! And then maybe we should turn our attention to global gold, yeah?
Preston Reese: X Crown Champion sounds hot!
Preston Reese: Junior Heavyweight Champion!
Reese sneered, nudging Warrick.
Reese: But all of that is for another day, because right now? All I can think about is putting WUK out of it’s misery by kicking the piss out of that degenerate Florida Man! So you can ride your little scooter down to the ring, and eat your chicken, and do your little fucking tricks! Because all of that doesn’t matter!
I am going to end you! I am going to give you the beating that someone in JROK should have gave you a long time ago before you crawled out of the gutter to blacken our doorstep!
Fuck! When I get through with you? Maybe they will have to find a new opponent for Hunter at New Years Brawl! Maybe you won’t even make it to Legacy 21 to face Rage and Cage!
Reese grinned evilly, and he held up the belt again before he winked.
Reese: But you won’t be doing any of it with this belt, Flo! I am going to climb that fucking ladder, and look down at what is left of your ass with a tear in my eye!
Reese waved a hand, and he walked off as Warrick fell into line behind him. The pair laughed, and Webber watched them go with a shrug. Then he motioned for the camera to cut off.
