Life after Wartime.
Feb 5, 2024 12:07:56 GMT -5
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Post by Preston Reese on Feb 5, 2024 12:07:56 GMT -5
Archie Rude stands in the back in his obnoxious suit, absently smoothing his red beard before tugging at his tie. And then he turns to the camera, shrugging as he looks at his watch. A nod, and he just seems to give up as he starts to speak.
Archie Rude: Hello, I am Archie Rude and I am backstage waiting to speak with Preston And–
Reese stepped into frame, and he tugged off his designer sunglasses as he sneered at Rude. He held up a hand, then paused to run his fingers through his pale blonde hair before he tugged on his impeccable designer suit. He even had a waist chain as he tugged on the vest, and he handed the glasses to the looming Warrick.
Archie Rude: Preston Andre Reese. Preston, what are your thoughts heading into the War Games at Love and War?
Reese: My thoughts? My thoughts are that the Savior of WUK and his disciples are in for a rude awakening in Glasgow. I am walking into this match with the most experienced team in this match in WUK! Do they understand that? I have Wesley Crane, the longest reigning WUK Champion! I have the former tag team champions Rage and Cage! I have the living legend in this shitty country: Timmy Draven!
They have a bunch of dudes in masks! And we all know who they are!
Reese paused, looking annoyed. Rude nodded slowly.
Archie Rude: Uh, they have the Glucks?
Reese: Whom?
Archie Rude: The Brothers Gluck?
Reese blinked, and he shook his head before he looked to Warrick. The big man shrugged, shaking his head before Reese lifted a hand in confusion as he looked to Rude. He tugged at his vest, and frowned.
Reese: These guys are like herpes. Listen, that is a perfect example of what I am talking about. My team has a roster of champions, my team has a roster of killers, and these dudes have the guys who lost the First War Games match! Oh, I remember!
Archie Rude: Really? I seem to recall you were laid out on the outside of the –
Rude yelped as Warrick grabbed him, yanking him forward by the lapels as he leaned down to glare at him. His eyes narrowed and Rude choked as he pressed closer. Reese stepped forward, pressing a hand to his chest as he pushed him back with a smile.
Reese: Whoa! Whoa! Come on big man, this is WUK! This isn’t some internet chat or message board where you can just dogpile people who say shit you don’t like! Now, chill!
Warrick glared, and nodded as Reese turned to Rude with a smile. That smile faded as he leaned closer, and he reached up to smooth Rude’s jacket.
Reese: You good?
Reese turned to look at the camera.
Reese: Carlton. Chapps. I want you both to listen up, and I want you to listen real close. I am speaking directly to you. You two had a golden ticket to the Promised Land, all you had to do was take care of business.
But instead? You had to fuck off, you had to slack, you had to sit back and not do fuck all for the High Roller’s Club! And then? And then? You discovered it’s not so easy on your own, huh? So you’re over here trying to get some revenge or some shit? You want to ride LD’s coat tails? You want to dick ride someone else like you did Long? Like you did Crane?
Cool. I don’t care, I am done with you two after War Games. I don’t need to say shit about two backwoods hillbillies who can’t handle success.
Probably allergic to it being from Mississippi!
He turned to Rude, and he shrugged.
Reese: Speaking of life after war? Everyone in this company seems to have a problem with the stars of WUK! And those stars being the High Roller’s Club! And I am talking about Epcott Mafia, I am talking about Eli Dresden! Eli, listen you got beat in Saskatoon! You got outwitted, you got outplayed, Crane took you and dumped you over the ropes!
Take the loss and move on! Don’t drag this out, don’t get into a war you can’t win with the aces of WUK!
Think about your career.
Rude sputtered, and Reese continued.
Reese: And that brings me to the last! I am talking about that sociopath witch who has the Commonwealth Championship that Florida Man stole off of me! And that is Sinclair Godfrey!
You think I am scared to fight you? Is that it? That I am afraid to face off with the Baroness?
My father, Sheldon Reese, the greatest superstar who ever existed! Who ever laced up a pair of boots taught your mentor everything he ever knew! And you think you can beat me? The Greatest Second Generation Superstar in this company?
Please.
Rude leaned forward, and he cleared his throat.
Archie Rude: Didn’t her mentor outwit and betray your father? Forcing him into retirement?
Reese stared, and Rude swallowed as Warrick stepped forward. A hand lifted, pausing him as he licked his lips before he tilted his blonde head.
Reese: Well, I never said my old man was perfect.
Reese walked off, and Warrick shoved Rude before he followed. Rude sputtered, leaning against the wall before he rose with a tug to his jacket.
Archie Rude: Hello, I am Archie Rude and I am backstage waiting to speak with Preston And–
Reese stepped into frame, and he tugged off his designer sunglasses as he sneered at Rude. He held up a hand, then paused to run his fingers through his pale blonde hair before he tugged on his impeccable designer suit. He even had a waist chain as he tugged on the vest, and he handed the glasses to the looming Warrick.
Archie Rude: Preston Andre Reese. Preston, what are your thoughts heading into the War Games at Love and War?
Reese: My thoughts? My thoughts are that the Savior of WUK and his disciples are in for a rude awakening in Glasgow. I am walking into this match with the most experienced team in this match in WUK! Do they understand that? I have Wesley Crane, the longest reigning WUK Champion! I have the former tag team champions Rage and Cage! I have the living legend in this shitty country: Timmy Draven!
They have a bunch of dudes in masks! And we all know who they are!
Reese paused, looking annoyed. Rude nodded slowly.
Archie Rude: Uh, they have the Glucks?
Reese: Whom?
Archie Rude: The Brothers Gluck?
Reese blinked, and he shook his head before he looked to Warrick. The big man shrugged, shaking his head before Reese lifted a hand in confusion as he looked to Rude. He tugged at his vest, and frowned.
Reese: These guys are like herpes. Listen, that is a perfect example of what I am talking about. My team has a roster of champions, my team has a roster of killers, and these dudes have the guys who lost the First War Games match! Oh, I remember!
Archie Rude: Really? I seem to recall you were laid out on the outside of the –
Rude yelped as Warrick grabbed him, yanking him forward by the lapels as he leaned down to glare at him. His eyes narrowed and Rude choked as he pressed closer. Reese stepped forward, pressing a hand to his chest as he pushed him back with a smile.
Reese: Whoa! Whoa! Come on big man, this is WUK! This isn’t some internet chat or message board where you can just dogpile people who say shit you don’t like! Now, chill!
Warrick glared, and nodded as Reese turned to Rude with a smile. That smile faded as he leaned closer, and he reached up to smooth Rude’s jacket.
Reese: You good?
Reese turned to look at the camera.
Reese: Carlton. Chapps. I want you both to listen up, and I want you to listen real close. I am speaking directly to you. You two had a golden ticket to the Promised Land, all you had to do was take care of business.
But instead? You had to fuck off, you had to slack, you had to sit back and not do fuck all for the High Roller’s Club! And then? And then? You discovered it’s not so easy on your own, huh? So you’re over here trying to get some revenge or some shit? You want to ride LD’s coat tails? You want to dick ride someone else like you did Long? Like you did Crane?
Cool. I don’t care, I am done with you two after War Games. I don’t need to say shit about two backwoods hillbillies who can’t handle success.
Probably allergic to it being from Mississippi!
He turned to Rude, and he shrugged.
Reese: Speaking of life after war? Everyone in this company seems to have a problem with the stars of WUK! And those stars being the High Roller’s Club! And I am talking about Epcott Mafia, I am talking about Eli Dresden! Eli, listen you got beat in Saskatoon! You got outwitted, you got outplayed, Crane took you and dumped you over the ropes!
Take the loss and move on! Don’t drag this out, don’t get into a war you can’t win with the aces of WUK!
Think about your career.
Rude sputtered, and Reese continued.
Reese: And that brings me to the last! I am talking about that sociopath witch who has the Commonwealth Championship that Florida Man stole off of me! And that is Sinclair Godfrey!
You think I am scared to fight you? Is that it? That I am afraid to face off with the Baroness?
My father, Sheldon Reese, the greatest superstar who ever existed! Who ever laced up a pair of boots taught your mentor everything he ever knew! And you think you can beat me? The Greatest Second Generation Superstar in this company?
Please.
Rude leaned forward, and he cleared his throat.
Archie Rude: Didn’t her mentor outwit and betray your father? Forcing him into retirement?
Reese stared, and Rude swallowed as Warrick stepped forward. A hand lifted, pausing him as he licked his lips before he tilted his blonde head.
Reese: Well, I never said my old man was perfect.
Reese walked off, and Warrick shoved Rude before he followed. Rude sputtered, leaning against the wall before he rose with a tug to his jacket.
