Dumbest Motherglucker in Saskatoon. [RP #1]
Jan 10, 2024 20:45:48 GMT -5
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Post by Preston Reese on Jan 10, 2024 20:45:48 GMT -5
Webber III: Hello, this is Warren Webber the Third, and I am backstage with Preston Andre Ree–
Webber was caught off as Warrick frowned at him, placing a hand over his mic with a shake of his head. Then he stepped back, adjusting his suit before Reese stepped into the frame. He frowned, licking his lips before he adjusted his tie.
Reese: What did I ever do to deserve a dumb ass like Frank Wormwoood booking me in a match with that ogre Charlton Gluck! What did I do to deserve that? How long am I going to be expected to carry the Glucks to relevancy? How long does the High Roller’s Club have to let those two ride our coat tails?
Webber blinked, and he stammered as the two glared at him. Warrick frowned, and Reese motioned absently with a finger as though he was waiting for an answer.
Webber III: I think his name is Carl–
Warrick shook his head, and Reese sneered as he shook his blonde head.
Reese: Look at this, months of this guy eating up air time that could have better used by those Fairtex guys, or Ace Sky and Webber can’t even remember his name! Listen, all I want to know is why do I have to face this glorified jobber! Answer me that!
Webber blinked, and he looked between the pair before Warrick jerked his chin at Reese.
Webber III: Ah, you did attack his brother at New Years Brawl? You cost them the match against Rage and Cage?
Reese: Are you serious?
Webber blinked again, eyes wide before he shrugged.
Webber III: Yeah?
Reese: As if Charlton Gluck and his brother were going to beat Rage and Cage! As if those two could scrape up a win! Come on! Look they hitched their wagon to Ronnie Long, and he got tired of them! Then they expected the hottest, THE HOTTEST group in XHF to carry them! And when Crane got sick of their dead weight?
Reese clapped his hands right under Webber’s chin, and the man jerked backwards as Warrick chuckled. Reese smirked, and he waved a hand as he undid the buttons of his jacket.
Reese: They went crawling over to get scrapes from LD! Fucking Dominicus! Really! So instead of reclaiming my Commonwealth Title from Florida Man! Another one of these losers that Frank is so high on!
Because I have seen the tape, buddy! I have seen the tape, I have read the records book! Florida Man, this guy everyone is so high on? Fucking loser! Fucking deadbeat from JROK!
So Frank, I want my rematch! I know Florida Man is running scared, and he will be more scared after what I do to Charlton Gluck’s fat ass in Saskatoon!
Reese paused, and he cocked his head as he turned to Warrick. A hand lifting to silence Webber as he shoved his head back.
Reese: What kind of asshole books a show in Saskatoon in January? Who does that?
Warrick shrugged, and Reese rolled his eyes before he looked back to Webber.
Reese: Listen, I will be the biggest star that those losers in Saskatoon have every seen! And I will kick the lard out of that big goon! I know he is going to be really upset I didn’t make fun of him for being inbred, or do a Deliverance bit, or mention Mississippi!
Well, get over it, Charlton!
I am a superstar! I am better than you, I am more handsome than you, I am more wealthy than you! And in Saskatoon? I am going to put you down! I am going to put you out of my misery!
Reese tore off his jacket, tossing it across Webber’s head as he rolled up his sleeves. Warrick watching without a word, before he grabbed Webber’s wrist to lift his hand.
Reese: Look at this guy, get it together Webber! In Saskatoon, which is the asshole of Canada! The High Roller’s Club are walking into that place, and we are walking out with the Two Kingdoms title! We are walking into that place, and taking care of our hillbilly problem!
The Glucks are like your typical Red State losers riding the dick of more profitable, more wealthy, more successful Blue States! Blue states like the High Roller’s Club!
Reese frowned, and looked to Warrick as he placed a hand over the mic.
Reese: That line sounded better when Rage said it!
A shrug from Warrick.
Reese: Listen, Fat Gluck! You want a piece of the greatest second generation superstar in the XHF? You want a piece of the best pound for pound competitor in the WUK? Are you upset because I kicked your brother in the dick?
Good! That’s real good! Because I am going to kick you in the dick next! I am going to hit the Starkiller, and pin your ass to the mat! And then I am going to do what your fucking meal ticket LD says he wants to do and send the rest of these Southern yokels home!
Meaning Florida Man! You have my property!
Reese grabbed his jacket, and stormed off with a shake of his head. Warrick shrugged, pushing Webber back before he followed after Reese with a scowl. Webber sighed, shrugging before he adjusted his tie.
Webber was caught off as Warrick frowned at him, placing a hand over his mic with a shake of his head. Then he stepped back, adjusting his suit before Reese stepped into the frame. He frowned, licking his lips before he adjusted his tie.
Reese: What did I ever do to deserve a dumb ass like Frank Wormwoood booking me in a match with that ogre Charlton Gluck! What did I do to deserve that? How long am I going to be expected to carry the Glucks to relevancy? How long does the High Roller’s Club have to let those two ride our coat tails?
Webber blinked, and he stammered as the two glared at him. Warrick frowned, and Reese motioned absently with a finger as though he was waiting for an answer.
Webber III: I think his name is Carl–
Warrick shook his head, and Reese sneered as he shook his blonde head.
Reese: Look at this, months of this guy eating up air time that could have better used by those Fairtex guys, or Ace Sky and Webber can’t even remember his name! Listen, all I want to know is why do I have to face this glorified jobber! Answer me that!
Webber blinked, and he looked between the pair before Warrick jerked his chin at Reese.
Webber III: Ah, you did attack his brother at New Years Brawl? You cost them the match against Rage and Cage?
Reese: Are you serious?
Webber blinked again, eyes wide before he shrugged.
Webber III: Yeah?
Reese: As if Charlton Gluck and his brother were going to beat Rage and Cage! As if those two could scrape up a win! Come on! Look they hitched their wagon to Ronnie Long, and he got tired of them! Then they expected the hottest, THE HOTTEST group in XHF to carry them! And when Crane got sick of their dead weight?
Reese clapped his hands right under Webber’s chin, and the man jerked backwards as Warrick chuckled. Reese smirked, and he waved a hand as he undid the buttons of his jacket.
Reese: They went crawling over to get scrapes from LD! Fucking Dominicus! Really! So instead of reclaiming my Commonwealth Title from Florida Man! Another one of these losers that Frank is so high on!
Because I have seen the tape, buddy! I have seen the tape, I have read the records book! Florida Man, this guy everyone is so high on? Fucking loser! Fucking deadbeat from JROK!
So Frank, I want my rematch! I know Florida Man is running scared, and he will be more scared after what I do to Charlton Gluck’s fat ass in Saskatoon!
Reese paused, and he cocked his head as he turned to Warrick. A hand lifting to silence Webber as he shoved his head back.
Reese: What kind of asshole books a show in Saskatoon in January? Who does that?
Warrick shrugged, and Reese rolled his eyes before he looked back to Webber.
Reese: Listen, I will be the biggest star that those losers in Saskatoon have every seen! And I will kick the lard out of that big goon! I know he is going to be really upset I didn’t make fun of him for being inbred, or do a Deliverance bit, or mention Mississippi!
Well, get over it, Charlton!
I am a superstar! I am better than you, I am more handsome than you, I am more wealthy than you! And in Saskatoon? I am going to put you down! I am going to put you out of my misery!
Reese tore off his jacket, tossing it across Webber’s head as he rolled up his sleeves. Warrick watching without a word, before he grabbed Webber’s wrist to lift his hand.
Reese: Look at this guy, get it together Webber! In Saskatoon, which is the asshole of Canada! The High Roller’s Club are walking into that place, and we are walking out with the Two Kingdoms title! We are walking into that place, and taking care of our hillbilly problem!
The Glucks are like your typical Red State losers riding the dick of more profitable, more wealthy, more successful Blue States! Blue states like the High Roller’s Club!
Reese frowned, and looked to Warrick as he placed a hand over the mic.
Reese: That line sounded better when Rage said it!
A shrug from Warrick.
Reese: Listen, Fat Gluck! You want a piece of the greatest second generation superstar in the XHF? You want a piece of the best pound for pound competitor in the WUK? Are you upset because I kicked your brother in the dick?
Good! That’s real good! Because I am going to kick you in the dick next! I am going to hit the Starkiller, and pin your ass to the mat! And then I am going to do what your fucking meal ticket LD says he wants to do and send the rest of these Southern yokels home!
Meaning Florida Man! You have my property!
Reese grabbed his jacket, and stormed off with a shake of his head. Warrick shrugged, pushing Webber back before he followed after Reese with a scowl. Webber sighed, shrugging before he adjusted his tie.
