Clear Eyes, Full Hearts, Can't Lose. War Games RP
Jan 31, 2024 10:29:12 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, Kira Izumi, and 2 more like this
Post by "The High Roller" Wesley Crane on Jan 31, 2024 10:29:12 GMT -5
Syracuse, New York. Approximately 7am.
It’s a bitter cold morning in upstate New York. The temperature is a brisk 14°F. The High Rollers Club have gotten out of their limo and are walking down a city street. A lot of the “mom and pop” stores are closed… except for a small coffee shop called “Java Joe’s Coffee Shop”... The High Rollers stand in front of the huge bay window and look up at the business sign hanging in the air above the entrance of the shop.
Rage: “Why did your boy, Timmy, ask us to meet him here? And why at 7am?”
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “I have no idea, but I’m sure he has a plan.”
Cage: “But dude, it’s 7am. I’m usually in bed for 2-7 more hours.”
Cage takes a hit from his vape pen.”
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “So whatcha smoking today, Nic?”
Cage: “Sunset Sherbet - As delicious as your favorite dessert, the Sunset Sherbet hybrid isn’t just one of the newest additions to my ‘stash’; it’s also one of my very favorites. This strain has an insane terpene percentage (4.20%) and offers a super euphoric, heavily stoney feeling that quickly became one of my favorite picks. Earthy and citrus, this indica-dominant hybrid settles over you like a pastel sunset, guaranteed to color whatever you do with incredible shades or relaxation like only the best hybrids can.”
All members of the High Rollers Club stop and look at Nicholas. He grins.
Cage: “What? I know my weed!”
Wesley Crane shrugs.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Fair enough. Now, I see Timmy’s 1969 Charcoal Gray Ford Bronco right over there. He’s gotta be inside already. Let’s head in.”
The High Rollers Club all walk into the coffee shop. Sitting in a corner booth is Timmy Draven, bible in front of him and a coffee in hand. As soon as he sees everyone walking in, he places his coffee cup down on the table and stands up to hug Wesley Crane. He shakes hands with all the others.
Timmy Draven: “You guys should grab a coffee. We’ve got business to attend to.”
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Coffee, huh?”
Timmy Draven: “It’s better for you than the whiskey you ruin your liver with.”
Wesley shrugs once again… what can he say, he loves his whiskey.
Cage: “The boss sticks to a whiskey only liquid diet.”
Timmy looks over at Nicholas. He reaches down and grabs Nicholas’s vape pen. He holds it up near Nicholas’s face.
Timmy Draven: “Are you high already?”
Cage: “They call it ‘wake and bake’ for a reason. I wake, therefore I bake.”
Timmy Draven: “Not any more. Not until after War Games. Clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose!”
Preston Andre Reese looks at Henderson.
Preston Andre Reese: “Alright, Hendo, it’s your time to shine. Go grab us all some coffee.”
Henderson doesn’t look happy, but he does as he’s told. Preston looks back at Timmy.
Preston Andre Reese: “Timmy, with all due respect, can we get down to business. It’s 7am on a Wednesday morning. I think I can speak for all of us when I say I want to get the fuc-”
Timmy Draven: “Language!”
Preston stops in his tracks. He looks at Wesley Crane.
Preston Andre Reese: “This guy for real? I know he knew my old man really well, but that has nothing to do with me. Get the fuc-”
Wesley Crane holds his hand up, calming down Preston.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Let’s hear him out. He didn’t become a Hall of Famer without knowing a few things about the business. The guys won 14 World Championships alone… not to mention any other championships he’s won. When you add those all in, he’s won over 20 championships. Give him the benefit of the doubt.”
Preston lowers his tone. He might not like it, but he knows Wesley is right. Wesley looks over at Timmy.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Alright, we’re here. Henderson is headed back with coffees. What’s this meeting all about?”
Henderson hands everyone their coffees. Everyone sits down. Timmy begins speaking.
Timmy Draven: “Alright, now hear me out. I know you’re all used to a certain lifestyle… but as of today, that changes.”
Cage: “How so?”
Timmy Draven: “Well, it begins with giving up toxins that can alter your concentration. That means no booze… and no maijuana.”
Nicholas jumps up.
Cage: “I CALL BULLSHI-!”
Timmy shoots Nic a look. Wesley Crane reaches up and grabs Nic by the arm. He pulls him back down.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Okay, let’s just say we do this. How’s it benefit us?”
Timmy Draven: “War Games is nothing to joke about. It’s legit WAR. You can’t go into this match with booze or marijuana in your system. You need to be prepared for war. You can’t go into it with anything less than 100%.”
Preston Andre Reese: “Are we kidding right now? Wes, you’re not really buying this trash are you?”
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Let’s hear him out. I mean, he makes good points. We can’t take a chance of losing to Dominicus and his goons. He’s too busy thinking about taking over WUK, and I refuse to let that happen. The High Rollers Club are the winningest group in WUK history. The High Rollers Club are Grand Slam Champions. Never before have we seen a group win all 5 championships… and Timmy, we did that with booze and yes, marijuana from time to time… but I am willing to hear you out and take it under consideration.”
Timmy Draven: “Look, I know it seems extreme, but in order to beat their team we need to be extreme. Dominicus likes to misquote scripture to try to make himself look dominant, but the fact is, the good book talks about false teachers… and Dominicus is a false teacher and must be dealt with.”
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “And this “new” Lady Evil… Lizzy MacMorrow, I don’t care if it’s you under that mask or the Pope, the fact is, you’re getting your skull crushed in by the most dominant finishing move in the business, the In The Face V-Trigger.”
Preston Andre Reese: “As for The Glucks…”
Rage: “We’ve dealt with The Glucks and we will deal with them again… and then we go on to face Epcot Mafia to win back OUR WUK World Tag Team Championships.”
Cage: “Word!”
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “As for you Lynx… you masked wearing freak… you may think you’re going to make some huge impact in this match but the truth is, you’re a small fish in an ocean full of sharks… and we smell blood in the water.”
Timmy Draven: “I also think we need to head to Draven Acres to train some more.”
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Wrong! No need for a trip to Draven Acres. We have the highest tech workout machines at the Casino. I’d like to offer you to come stay with us until after War Games.”
Timmy Draven: “While I appreciate the offer, I have a wife and kids and an entire community of people who depend on me at Draven Acres. I have to be there for them, so how about this, you boys are more than welcome to join me, or you can train at the casino… but the booze and marijuana need to remain out of your systems, deal?”
The High Rollers Club all look let down.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Alright, deal. For now, we need to go. If we’re up this early, we might as well go train for a while.”
With that said, The High Rollers Club all stand up and head for the door. Wesley looks back at Timmy.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Don’t be a stranger. I’d love to see you before War Games.”
Timmy Draven: “We’ll see how it goes. I’ll see you soon.”
Wesley and the HRC all leave. Once outside, Preston stops Wesley Crane.
Preston Andre Reese: “So what’s next? You’re not really listening to his ideas, are you? I mean, what are we going to do?”
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “I love Timmy, I do… but the fact is, The High Rollers Club have been as successful as we’ve been by doing what we’ve been doing. I’m not about to change things up just because Timmy suggests it. The High Rollers are leading this team into War Games, not Timmy. Boys, like always, we got this. Dominicus, Lynx, Lady Evil and The Glucks don’t stand a chance against us. Now, let’s get back to the casino. We have work to do. Nic, you got another vape pen on you?”
Cage: “You know I do.”
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Good, let me see that thing.”
The scene fades out as Wesley Crane is hitting Nic’s vape pen and they’re all headed back to the limo.
It’s a bitter cold morning in upstate New York. The temperature is a brisk 14°F. The High Rollers Club have gotten out of their limo and are walking down a city street. A lot of the “mom and pop” stores are closed… except for a small coffee shop called “Java Joe’s Coffee Shop”... The High Rollers stand in front of the huge bay window and look up at the business sign hanging in the air above the entrance of the shop.
Rage: “Why did your boy, Timmy, ask us to meet him here? And why at 7am?”
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “I have no idea, but I’m sure he has a plan.”
Cage: “But dude, it’s 7am. I’m usually in bed for 2-7 more hours.”
Cage takes a hit from his vape pen.”
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “So whatcha smoking today, Nic?”
Cage: “Sunset Sherbet - As delicious as your favorite dessert, the Sunset Sherbet hybrid isn’t just one of the newest additions to my ‘stash’; it’s also one of my very favorites. This strain has an insane terpene percentage (4.20%) and offers a super euphoric, heavily stoney feeling that quickly became one of my favorite picks. Earthy and citrus, this indica-dominant hybrid settles over you like a pastel sunset, guaranteed to color whatever you do with incredible shades or relaxation like only the best hybrids can.”
All members of the High Rollers Club stop and look at Nicholas. He grins.
Cage: “What? I know my weed!”
Wesley Crane shrugs.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Fair enough. Now, I see Timmy’s 1969 Charcoal Gray Ford Bronco right over there. He’s gotta be inside already. Let’s head in.”
The High Rollers Club all walk into the coffee shop. Sitting in a corner booth is Timmy Draven, bible in front of him and a coffee in hand. As soon as he sees everyone walking in, he places his coffee cup down on the table and stands up to hug Wesley Crane. He shakes hands with all the others.
Timmy Draven: “You guys should grab a coffee. We’ve got business to attend to.”
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Coffee, huh?”
Timmy Draven: “It’s better for you than the whiskey you ruin your liver with.”
Wesley shrugs once again… what can he say, he loves his whiskey.
Cage: “The boss sticks to a whiskey only liquid diet.”
Timmy looks over at Nicholas. He reaches down and grabs Nicholas’s vape pen. He holds it up near Nicholas’s face.
Timmy Draven: “Are you high already?”
Cage: “They call it ‘wake and bake’ for a reason. I wake, therefore I bake.”
Timmy Draven: “Not any more. Not until after War Games. Clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose!”
Preston Andre Reese looks at Henderson.
Preston Andre Reese: “Alright, Hendo, it’s your time to shine. Go grab us all some coffee.”
Henderson doesn’t look happy, but he does as he’s told. Preston looks back at Timmy.
Preston Andre Reese: “Timmy, with all due respect, can we get down to business. It’s 7am on a Wednesday morning. I think I can speak for all of us when I say I want to get the fuc-”
Timmy Draven: “Language!”
Preston stops in his tracks. He looks at Wesley Crane.
Preston Andre Reese: “This guy for real? I know he knew my old man really well, but that has nothing to do with me. Get the fuc-”
Wesley Crane holds his hand up, calming down Preston.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Let’s hear him out. He didn’t become a Hall of Famer without knowing a few things about the business. The guys won 14 World Championships alone… not to mention any other championships he’s won. When you add those all in, he’s won over 20 championships. Give him the benefit of the doubt.”
Preston lowers his tone. He might not like it, but he knows Wesley is right. Wesley looks over at Timmy.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Alright, we’re here. Henderson is headed back with coffees. What’s this meeting all about?”
Henderson hands everyone their coffees. Everyone sits down. Timmy begins speaking.
Timmy Draven: “Alright, now hear me out. I know you’re all used to a certain lifestyle… but as of today, that changes.”
Cage: “How so?”
Timmy Draven: “Well, it begins with giving up toxins that can alter your concentration. That means no booze… and no maijuana.”
Nicholas jumps up.
Cage: “I CALL BULLSHI-!”
Timmy shoots Nic a look. Wesley Crane reaches up and grabs Nic by the arm. He pulls him back down.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Okay, let’s just say we do this. How’s it benefit us?”
Timmy Draven: “War Games is nothing to joke about. It’s legit WAR. You can’t go into this match with booze or marijuana in your system. You need to be prepared for war. You can’t go into it with anything less than 100%.”
Preston Andre Reese: “Are we kidding right now? Wes, you’re not really buying this trash are you?”
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Let’s hear him out. I mean, he makes good points. We can’t take a chance of losing to Dominicus and his goons. He’s too busy thinking about taking over WUK, and I refuse to let that happen. The High Rollers Club are the winningest group in WUK history. The High Rollers Club are Grand Slam Champions. Never before have we seen a group win all 5 championships… and Timmy, we did that with booze and yes, marijuana from time to time… but I am willing to hear you out and take it under consideration.”
Timmy Draven: “Look, I know it seems extreme, but in order to beat their team we need to be extreme. Dominicus likes to misquote scripture to try to make himself look dominant, but the fact is, the good book talks about false teachers… and Dominicus is a false teacher and must be dealt with.”
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “And this “new” Lady Evil… Lizzy MacMorrow, I don’t care if it’s you under that mask or the Pope, the fact is, you’re getting your skull crushed in by the most dominant finishing move in the business, the In The Face V-Trigger.”
Preston Andre Reese: “As for The Glucks…”
Rage: “We’ve dealt with The Glucks and we will deal with them again… and then we go on to face Epcot Mafia to win back OUR WUK World Tag Team Championships.”
Cage: “Word!”
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “As for you Lynx… you masked wearing freak… you may think you’re going to make some huge impact in this match but the truth is, you’re a small fish in an ocean full of sharks… and we smell blood in the water.”
Timmy Draven: “I also think we need to head to Draven Acres to train some more.”
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Wrong! No need for a trip to Draven Acres. We have the highest tech workout machines at the Casino. I’d like to offer you to come stay with us until after War Games.”
Timmy Draven: “While I appreciate the offer, I have a wife and kids and an entire community of people who depend on me at Draven Acres. I have to be there for them, so how about this, you boys are more than welcome to join me, or you can train at the casino… but the booze and marijuana need to remain out of your systems, deal?”
The High Rollers Club all look let down.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Alright, deal. For now, we need to go. If we’re up this early, we might as well go train for a while.”
With that said, The High Rollers Club all stand up and head for the door. Wesley looks back at Timmy.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Don’t be a stranger. I’d love to see you before War Games.”
Timmy Draven: “We’ll see how it goes. I’ll see you soon.”
Wesley and the HRC all leave. Once outside, Preston stops Wesley Crane.
Preston Andre Reese: “So what’s next? You’re not really listening to his ideas, are you? I mean, what are we going to do?”
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “I love Timmy, I do… but the fact is, The High Rollers Club have been as successful as we’ve been by doing what we’ve been doing. I’m not about to change things up just because Timmy suggests it. The High Rollers are leading this team into War Games, not Timmy. Boys, like always, we got this. Dominicus, Lynx, Lady Evil and The Glucks don’t stand a chance against us. Now, let’s get back to the casino. We have work to do. Nic, you got another vape pen on you?”
Cage: “You know I do.”
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Good, let me see that thing.”
The scene fades out as Wesley Crane is hitting Nic’s vape pen and they’re all headed back to the limo.
