Post by "The High Roller" Wesley Crane on Dec 14, 2023 11:45:15 GMT -5
After Kaspers 2nd RP.
It’s a brisk winter morning. The drone flies across the top of Draven Acres and then slowly zooms in to show the Professional Wrestling Hall of Famer, Timmy Draven chopping wood. An activity that he spent a good amount of time doing. Chopping the wood with him are two bulked up men, named Adrian and Brutus. Adrian is built a lot like Jason Momoa. Brutus on the other hand has got to be 7+ feet tall and weigh close to 400lbs. He’s a massive man. Both guys have big bushy beards and they’re both covered in tattoos. Even though it’s a brisk 17 degrees outside, the much larger men have nothing on their tops other than a black tank top, commonly known as wife beaters. Timmy, being a man of God, did not like the term “wife beater” so he would just call them tank tops.
Suddenly, a black limo starts pulling down the dirt driveway. It’s driving much faster than most would drive on a dirt road in the middle of nowhere. The limo gets in front of Timmy’s cabin and the brakes lock up. The limo’s back end slides out a little and then comes to a stop.
Adrian: “Who is this idiot?”
Brutus: “Obviously someone who needs to be taught some manners.”
Timmy raises his right hand, motioning for them to calm down.
Timmy Draven: “Don’t worry, I know who this is. He’s welcome here… for now.”
The driver side door opens and out steps David Slam the 2nd. He has a joint hanging from his mouth. As he looks around, he takes a huge hit, holds it in and then exhales. Slam walks over toward Timmy and his two bulky men. Adrian and Brutus take a step closer to Timmy. Timmy reaches out and grabs them by both arms.
Timmy Draven: “It’s okay, there won’t be any issues here. David and I go back a long way, right David?”
Slam walks closer, takes another hit from his joint and then tosses it in the firepit in front of him.
David Slam II: “Yeah, no problems here. I’m simply here to talk business… but first, did you get my gift?”
Timmy gets a look of annoyance on his face.
Timmy Draven: “A glitter bomb? Really?”
David Slam II: “Seemed like a good idea to me.”
Timmy Draven: “Do you have any idea how long it’s going to take me to get all that glitter out of my cabin?”
Slam gets a huge grin on his face.
David Slam II: “Excellent.”
Timmy Draven: “What can I do for you?”
David Slam II: “Look, my cousin is tusslin’ with your boy Crane… I need him to keep her attention and I need him to break her a little bit. Can you do this? Can you relay this message to him?”
Timmy looks as if he’s thinking about it.
David Slam II: “I can’t have her getting involved with Donzig.”
The mention of the name gets a different kind of look on Timmy’s face.
Timmy Draven: “Look, I can talk with Wesley, but I have an idea…”
Suddenly there is a plum purple Hummer stretch coming down the dirt driveway.
David Slam II: “You expecting company? Who is this, your son, Nicholas?”
Timmy Draven: “Nah, why don’t you stick around and find out.”
The limo pulls up. The driver gets out and opens the back door. Out steps “The High Roller” Wesley Crane, Nicholas “Honest” Cage and Wesley’s personal assistant, Henderson. Nicholas has his vape pen handy and is dressed in jeans, a pair of converse and a hoodie that simply says “high” on it. Henderson, looks dorky as ever, holding his iPad and looking as nervous as ever. Wesley on the other hand is dressed in designer jeans, Italian leather shoes and a nice buttoned down winter jacket. As soon as Wesley noticed Slam II he gets upset.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “What’s this mother fu-”
Wesley remembers that Timmy doesn’t allow “cussing” on his land.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “What’s HE doing here, Timmy?”
Timmy Draven: “Well, it appears that David here needs your help. You see, he wants you to keep Kasper preoccupied so she doesn’t allow her attention to get drawn toward Donzig.”
Wesley gets a huge grin on his face.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Whoa, you’re worried about Donzig getting to her… Solid concern… but I think you’re asking the wrong person here, David. Instead of you being worried about Kasper getting involved with Donzig, you should be concerned about the fact that she needs to get inside a ring with me and fight until one of us bleeds. Has she never seen my TerrorDome match? Has she never seen my Hardcore Street Fight against The Sheik? Has she never seen my Helloween Match in Hardkore World? I love to bleed. I love to get extreme in the ring. So while you’re worried about her getting involved with Donzig, you should be worried about IF she’ll get to Donzig. David, your cousin has zero chances of making it out of this match against Wesley Crane.”
Slam looks at Draven.
David Slam II: “He always talk about himself in the first person?”
Henderson quickly speaks up.
Henderson: “Always.”
Wesley has a huge cocky grin on his face.
David Slam II: “Well it seems like my time here has come to an end.”
Slam turns to walk away but stops and looks back at everyone.
David Slam II: “Ya know, Wesley, you seem a little too cocky when the truth is, Kasper has handled her own against some of the best. I have no doubt that she’ll bring all she has against you, and ya never know, she may end up surprising you and shutting you up for good.”
Slam turns to leave again. He stops and looks at Nicholas “Honest” Cage.
David Slam II: “Whatcha got in that pen?”
Nicholas “Honest” Cage: “Cheech and Chong Drooler. It’s one of the only strains I smoke.”
David Slam II: “Attah boy.”
Slam walks away, gets in his limo (still odd that he didn’t have the driver that Timmy hired.) and drives away. Wesley looks back at Timmy.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Touch Hole.”
Timmy shoots Wesley a look.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “What? It’s not a cuss word.”
Nicholas “Honest” Cage: “I don’t know, I kinda liked him.”
Scene ends.
It’s a brisk winter morning. The drone flies across the top of Draven Acres and then slowly zooms in to show the Professional Wrestling Hall of Famer, Timmy Draven chopping wood. An activity that he spent a good amount of time doing. Chopping the wood with him are two bulked up men, named Adrian and Brutus. Adrian is built a lot like Jason Momoa. Brutus on the other hand has got to be 7+ feet tall and weigh close to 400lbs. He’s a massive man. Both guys have big bushy beards and they’re both covered in tattoos. Even though it’s a brisk 17 degrees outside, the much larger men have nothing on their tops other than a black tank top, commonly known as wife beaters. Timmy, being a man of God, did not like the term “wife beater” so he would just call them tank tops.
Suddenly, a black limo starts pulling down the dirt driveway. It’s driving much faster than most would drive on a dirt road in the middle of nowhere. The limo gets in front of Timmy’s cabin and the brakes lock up. The limo’s back end slides out a little and then comes to a stop.
Adrian: “Who is this idiot?”
Brutus: “Obviously someone who needs to be taught some manners.”
Timmy raises his right hand, motioning for them to calm down.
Timmy Draven: “Don’t worry, I know who this is. He’s welcome here… for now.”
The driver side door opens and out steps David Slam the 2nd. He has a joint hanging from his mouth. As he looks around, he takes a huge hit, holds it in and then exhales. Slam walks over toward Timmy and his two bulky men. Adrian and Brutus take a step closer to Timmy. Timmy reaches out and grabs them by both arms.
Timmy Draven: “It’s okay, there won’t be any issues here. David and I go back a long way, right David?”
Slam walks closer, takes another hit from his joint and then tosses it in the firepit in front of him.
David Slam II: “Yeah, no problems here. I’m simply here to talk business… but first, did you get my gift?”
Timmy gets a look of annoyance on his face.
Timmy Draven: “A glitter bomb? Really?”
David Slam II: “Seemed like a good idea to me.”
Timmy Draven: “Do you have any idea how long it’s going to take me to get all that glitter out of my cabin?”
Slam gets a huge grin on his face.
David Slam II: “Excellent.”
Timmy Draven: “What can I do for you?”
David Slam II: “Look, my cousin is tusslin’ with your boy Crane… I need him to keep her attention and I need him to break her a little bit. Can you do this? Can you relay this message to him?”
Timmy looks as if he’s thinking about it.
David Slam II: “I can’t have her getting involved with Donzig.”
The mention of the name gets a different kind of look on Timmy’s face.
Timmy Draven: “Look, I can talk with Wesley, but I have an idea…”
Suddenly there is a plum purple Hummer stretch coming down the dirt driveway.
David Slam II: “You expecting company? Who is this, your son, Nicholas?”
Timmy Draven: “Nah, why don’t you stick around and find out.”
The limo pulls up. The driver gets out and opens the back door. Out steps “The High Roller” Wesley Crane, Nicholas “Honest” Cage and Wesley’s personal assistant, Henderson. Nicholas has his vape pen handy and is dressed in jeans, a pair of converse and a hoodie that simply says “high” on it. Henderson, looks dorky as ever, holding his iPad and looking as nervous as ever. Wesley on the other hand is dressed in designer jeans, Italian leather shoes and a nice buttoned down winter jacket. As soon as Wesley noticed Slam II he gets upset.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “What’s this mother fu-”
Wesley remembers that Timmy doesn’t allow “cussing” on his land.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “What’s HE doing here, Timmy?”
Timmy Draven: “Well, it appears that David here needs your help. You see, he wants you to keep Kasper preoccupied so she doesn’t allow her attention to get drawn toward Donzig.”
Wesley gets a huge grin on his face.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Whoa, you’re worried about Donzig getting to her… Solid concern… but I think you’re asking the wrong person here, David. Instead of you being worried about Kasper getting involved with Donzig, you should be concerned about the fact that she needs to get inside a ring with me and fight until one of us bleeds. Has she never seen my TerrorDome match? Has she never seen my Hardcore Street Fight against The Sheik? Has she never seen my Helloween Match in Hardkore World? I love to bleed. I love to get extreme in the ring. So while you’re worried about her getting involved with Donzig, you should be worried about IF she’ll get to Donzig. David, your cousin has zero chances of making it out of this match against Wesley Crane.”
Slam looks at Draven.
David Slam II: “He always talk about himself in the first person?”
Henderson quickly speaks up.
Henderson: “Always.”
Wesley has a huge cocky grin on his face.
David Slam II: “Well it seems like my time here has come to an end.”
Slam turns to walk away but stops and looks back at everyone.
David Slam II: “Ya know, Wesley, you seem a little too cocky when the truth is, Kasper has handled her own against some of the best. I have no doubt that she’ll bring all she has against you, and ya never know, she may end up surprising you and shutting you up for good.”
Slam turns to leave again. He stops and looks at Nicholas “Honest” Cage.
David Slam II: “Whatcha got in that pen?”
Nicholas “Honest” Cage: “Cheech and Chong Drooler. It’s one of the only strains I smoke.”
David Slam II: “Attah boy.”
Slam walks away, gets in his limo (still odd that he didn’t have the driver that Timmy hired.) and drives away. Wesley looks back at Timmy.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Touch Hole.”
Timmy shoots Wesley a look.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “What? It’s not a cuss word.”
Nicholas “Honest” Cage: “I don’t know, I kinda liked him.”
Scene ends.
