Post by Preston Reese on Dec 15, 2023 18:04:32 GMT -5
Inside a dimly lit backroom sat Preston Reese, he had his arm draped around a blonde in a thousand dollar dress. His other hand holding a glass filled with alcohol, his jacket was undone. His tie hung around his neck, and several buttons were undone as he looked up at the camera with a smirk. His arm moved from the blonde, who rose and sauntered off to join a few other girls nearby. He took a drink, and he looked backwards to where Warrick loomed behind him. The big man frowned slightly, and Reese leaned forward.
Reese: Julius Fristik. I’ve seen your work, I’ve seen your matches, and you know what? You’re not a bad hand. But let’s face facts, man. We did you a favor when we made you miss Battle of Britain, we did you a favor by making sure you didn’t show up for the beating of a life time! Because you might be a second generation superstar, you might be the son of a legend, and you might be this or that!
Reese shrugged, and Warrick smirked.
Reese: But Wrestle:UK? Wrestle: UK is High Roller’s territory! We run this shit! We own this shit! Legacy should be called the High Roller’s Show! And facts are if you think you can walk into our house and start flapping your mouth about how we did, or how we did that? You will get shut the fuck down! You will get that ass beat, my man! You think this is a game?’
Reese grabbed a bottle from the table, and he refilled his glass before he sat back again. He took a drink, and then sat the glass aside as Warrick shifted slightly behind him. A hand raked through his white blonde hair, and Reese tore off his tie to toss it aside.
Reese: At New Years’ Brawl we do what we always do! And we will take care of business! Rage and Cage will shut down those two Mississippi hillbillies, Wesley Crane will deal with the swamp goth girl and send her back to Hot Topic! SZK will beat the living shit out of that Wisconsin Wannabe! And that leaves you to me! Second generation vs Second Generation! Wrestling’s Crown Jewel, it’s greatest dynasty versus the spawn of a man in a lizard mask?
Reese shook his head, and Warrick snorted with a roll of his eyes. Reese tossed back a drink, and waved the glass.
Reese: I understand your father was a legend in Canadian Wrestling! I understand that he built this arena when it was the home of the NPW! I understand that in Halifax he is a god! But Julius listen to me, my man! You’re not your father! So if you clutch those little cut rate airplane tickets of yours and fly into Halifax on New Years Day? You will spend the first hours of 2024 in the fucking hospital, bruh! You will spend it in the ER! Because I am going to beat your ass! I am going to show you what it means to get in High Roller’s business!
Reese frowned, and he tossed the glass onto the table.
Reese: I am doing you a favor, I am giving you an out! Just stay home, just stay in Vegas or where the fucke ever! Don’t get in my way, get a refund! Because Julius if you show up? I will kick your fucking head off you get me? I will stain your old man’s legacy with your blood, bruh. You’re going to end up missing just like that clown Lord Dominicus.
A dark chuckle from Warrick, and Reese smirked.
Reese: Real talk, my man. If your old man showed up? I’d beat his ass too, I am sick of these clowns in lizard masks walking around acting like they run shit! Clowns like that fool Florida Man! Florida Man thinks he is a bad ass because he got lucky and took my Commonwealth Title? Fuck that, and fuck you. Fuck your old man, you get me? Do yourself a favor, Julius just skip this match! No one in Halifax wants to see you get beat down!
Reese smirked again, and rose with a shrug before he waved a hand at Warrick. And then he crossed the room to join the cluster of girls with a grin. Warrick moved forward, and his hand pressed across the camera before it cut away.
Reese: Julius Fristik. I’ve seen your work, I’ve seen your matches, and you know what? You’re not a bad hand. But let’s face facts, man. We did you a favor when we made you miss Battle of Britain, we did you a favor by making sure you didn’t show up for the beating of a life time! Because you might be a second generation superstar, you might be the son of a legend, and you might be this or that!
Reese shrugged, and Warrick smirked.
Reese: But Wrestle:UK? Wrestle: UK is High Roller’s territory! We run this shit! We own this shit! Legacy should be called the High Roller’s Show! And facts are if you think you can walk into our house and start flapping your mouth about how we did, or how we did that? You will get shut the fuck down! You will get that ass beat, my man! You think this is a game?’
Reese grabbed a bottle from the table, and he refilled his glass before he sat back again. He took a drink, and then sat the glass aside as Warrick shifted slightly behind him. A hand raked through his white blonde hair, and Reese tore off his tie to toss it aside.
Reese: At New Years’ Brawl we do what we always do! And we will take care of business! Rage and Cage will shut down those two Mississippi hillbillies, Wesley Crane will deal with the swamp goth girl and send her back to Hot Topic! SZK will beat the living shit out of that Wisconsin Wannabe! And that leaves you to me! Second generation vs Second Generation! Wrestling’s Crown Jewel, it’s greatest dynasty versus the spawn of a man in a lizard mask?
Reese shook his head, and Warrick snorted with a roll of his eyes. Reese tossed back a drink, and waved the glass.
Reese: I understand your father was a legend in Canadian Wrestling! I understand that he built this arena when it was the home of the NPW! I understand that in Halifax he is a god! But Julius listen to me, my man! You’re not your father! So if you clutch those little cut rate airplane tickets of yours and fly into Halifax on New Years Day? You will spend the first hours of 2024 in the fucking hospital, bruh! You will spend it in the ER! Because I am going to beat your ass! I am going to show you what it means to get in High Roller’s business!
Reese frowned, and he tossed the glass onto the table.
Reese: I am doing you a favor, I am giving you an out! Just stay home, just stay in Vegas or where the fucke ever! Don’t get in my way, get a refund! Because Julius if you show up? I will kick your fucking head off you get me? I will stain your old man’s legacy with your blood, bruh. You’re going to end up missing just like that clown Lord Dominicus.
A dark chuckle from Warrick, and Reese smirked.
Reese: Real talk, my man. If your old man showed up? I’d beat his ass too, I am sick of these clowns in lizard masks walking around acting like they run shit! Clowns like that fool Florida Man! Florida Man thinks he is a bad ass because he got lucky and took my Commonwealth Title? Fuck that, and fuck you. Fuck your old man, you get me? Do yourself a favor, Julius just skip this match! No one in Halifax wants to see you get beat down!
Reese smirked again, and rose with a shrug before he waved a hand at Warrick. And then he crossed the room to join the cluster of girls with a grin. Warrick moved forward, and his hand pressed across the camera before it cut away.
