Post by The Dunne Deal on Dec 9, 2023 4:06:36 GMT -5
"Damn it, damn it, damn it," Cheez seethed, his frustration echoing through the room. His knuckles pounded the desk, the wood creaking with each forceful blow. The word 'had' was etched into the surface, slightly cracked under the relentless pressure of his solitary assault. "I had that. I threw everything I had, everything I knew at Wesley Crane. Victory was within my grasp, but then, I forgot the cardinal rule of dealing with bullies—they never travel alone."
Cheez paused, taking a moment to collect himself. He drew a deep breath, attempting to rein in the anger that coursed through his veins. A can of A&W Root Beer sat on the desk, its condensation glistening as he picked it up. He took a measured sip, the effervescence offering a momentary respite before he continued, "It was there, clear as crystal, black and white. Like an overzealous child, I missed the most crucial evidence and clues."
"But you know what?" he declared, a steely glint in his eye. "I'm okay. I'm okay with this. I'm okay because I know the amount of garbage the High Rollers throw at me. They can't get rid of me as much as they want to. Besides, that entire group is nothing more than a bunch of self-centered, egotistical, moronic buffoons who think highly of themselves."
Leaning back, Cheez took another sip, the cool liquid offering a momentary solace. "They want to run around acting like they own this company? Well, I'm about to give them a rude awakening. Because I'm sorry, but High Rollers? You don't run anything. Do you hear me? You don't control the locker room, the fans. You sure as hell don't control me."
Cheez's tone shifted, his frustration transmuting into unyielding determination. "So my first act of revenge against this group of egos starts at New Year's Brawl. Mr. Easy, breezy, Jap and easy, SZK. Or, as he says, it's pronounced Suzuki. But, I'm sorry, anyone who does this whole thing where they spell something one way and say it's pronounced another way—it's stupid."
A sly smile played across Cheez's face. "But given that you hang out with men like Crane and Reese, I can kinda see where you're coming from. I mean, stupid does kinda hang out in groups. But see, I'm not stupid. I know for a fact that you'll probably have the rest of the High Rollers watching your back again. You guys can't leave each other alone long enough."
Leaning forward, Cheez looked directly into an imaginary camera. "So, I want to make a few suggestions. I want to ensure there's no chance I get screwed over. Mr. Blood, if you're listening, I want to ensure my match is a fair fight against Mr. Letters-for-a-name."
He leaned back again, crossing his arms. "So, I'm putting the word out to the locker room. Any men who hate the High Rollers more than I do right now, just stay at the entry ramp. Ensure no one, and I mean no one, interferes in my match. Because I'm dismantling the High Roller society one brick at a time. I'm going to take out SZK, then move on to Preston Andre Reese, and then Wesley Crane."
Cheez's voice grew more intense. "And in the meantime, between those two men, if any other member shows up or anyone else wants to run their mouth, saying the High Rollers are best for this company, I'll take them out too. They started a war that I intend to win. I will put my body and my pride on the line to do so. This is not over; it's just beginning."
Cheez paused, taking a moment to collect himself. He drew a deep breath, attempting to rein in the anger that coursed through his veins. A can of A&W Root Beer sat on the desk, its condensation glistening as he picked it up. He took a measured sip, the effervescence offering a momentary respite before he continued, "It was there, clear as crystal, black and white. Like an overzealous child, I missed the most crucial evidence and clues."
"But you know what?" he declared, a steely glint in his eye. "I'm okay. I'm okay with this. I'm okay because I know the amount of garbage the High Rollers throw at me. They can't get rid of me as much as they want to. Besides, that entire group is nothing more than a bunch of self-centered, egotistical, moronic buffoons who think highly of themselves."
Leaning back, Cheez took another sip, the cool liquid offering a momentary solace. "They want to run around acting like they own this company? Well, I'm about to give them a rude awakening. Because I'm sorry, but High Rollers? You don't run anything. Do you hear me? You don't control the locker room, the fans. You sure as hell don't control me."
Cheez's tone shifted, his frustration transmuting into unyielding determination. "So my first act of revenge against this group of egos starts at New Year's Brawl. Mr. Easy, breezy, Jap and easy, SZK. Or, as he says, it's pronounced Suzuki. But, I'm sorry, anyone who does this whole thing where they spell something one way and say it's pronounced another way—it's stupid."
A sly smile played across Cheez's face. "But given that you hang out with men like Crane and Reese, I can kinda see where you're coming from. I mean, stupid does kinda hang out in groups. But see, I'm not stupid. I know for a fact that you'll probably have the rest of the High Rollers watching your back again. You guys can't leave each other alone long enough."
Leaning forward, Cheez looked directly into an imaginary camera. "So, I want to make a few suggestions. I want to ensure there's no chance I get screwed over. Mr. Blood, if you're listening, I want to ensure my match is a fair fight against Mr. Letters-for-a-name."
He leaned back again, crossing his arms. "So, I'm putting the word out to the locker room. Any men who hate the High Rollers more than I do right now, just stay at the entry ramp. Ensure no one, and I mean no one, interferes in my match. Because I'm dismantling the High Roller society one brick at a time. I'm going to take out SZK, then move on to Preston Andre Reese, and then Wesley Crane."
Cheez's voice grew more intense. "And in the meantime, between those two men, if any other member shows up or anyone else wants to run their mouth, saying the High Rollers are best for this company, I'll take them out too. They started a war that I intend to win. I will put my body and my pride on the line to do so. This is not over; it's just beginning."
