Post by Preston Reese on Feb 18, 2024 21:41:11 GMT -5
The light of the city glowed through the window, and Preston Reese frowned down at the streets. His shirt collar was undone, tie hanging around his neck as he leaned against the glass. His glass dangled from his fingers, and he frowned slightly before he turned from the view. He gestured with his free hand, shaking his head before he sat the glass down.
Reese: Time and time again, everyone thinks the High Roller’s Club is slipping! That we are falling off because someone else gets lucky. Like at War Games when somehow some way the Dominicus Dick Riders get lucky and manage to choke out Cage! And then everyone acts like they did something!
Reese smirked.
Reese: What you did was nothing, you survived, you pulled out some bullshit! You know you couldn’t beat any of us without some bullshit rules. And when Old Mister Part Time, the would be savior is inside that Elimination Chamber in Dublin?
Well, let’s see how it ends! Because how it ends is Wesley Crane NEW WUK World Heavyweight Champion, how it ends is every single title in the WUK being around the waists of the High Roller’s Club!
Reese laughed, shaking his head as he paced back and forth. He took a swallow from his glass, and he turned to undo another button of his shirt. A shrug, and he leaned back mocking as he stared at the camera.
Reese: Yeah, news flash I don’t think Eli walks out of Belfast with the Two Kingdoms title! I don’t think that the Epcot Mafia with deadbeat unemployed Marty who should be thankful he wasn’t named in that woman’s lawsuit and his degenerate mutant friend retains against Rage and Cage!
I don’t think the Dark Stars have a chance in hell of winning those belts! And you know what?
I don’t think Sinclair Godfrey walks out of Belfast with my title!
He paused, and his eyes narrowed before he tossed the glass onto the table. He jerked off the tie, and tossed it as well.
Reese: Oh, I know the great and terrible Lady Godfrey has beaten the grandson of the man my father used to beat from pillar to post! I get she needed her two goons to soften up that green skinned moron and steal my belt from him!
I get she was a force in NPW, in SWAT, that she won REIGN plates, and was the first women’s champion of some defunct hot mess!
But all of that is because Sinclair Godfrey has never stepped in a ring with me! With the American Icon Preston Reese! With the Second Generation Superstar Preston Reese! With the greatest multimedia presence in the WUK Preston Andre Reese!
And I know she is out there ready to tell us how she trained at the feet of the greatest mind that wrestling has ever known! That she is the chosen of the Scourge, and that she is his apprentice! And under his learning tree this and that!
But I am the son of the man who taught Donzig everything he knew! I am the son of the man that Donzig was his henchmen! Donzig worked for my dad! He worked for my Uncle Timmy!
I have picked their brains! You don’t think I don’t how old Uncle Donzig’s mind works, Sinclair? How your mind works?
No, fuck that!
Reese leaned across the table, and his eyes narrowed as he frowned.
Reese: At Belfast? The High Roller’s Club is coming for all the gold one more time! And you? You’re in our way!
So you can go on talking about darkness this, and darkness that, and how you’re the greatest! But really Sinclair? We all know that you’re not even the greatest to your man, because he is obsessed with Eli Dresden, and fucking Fox! There I said it!
So if you think for one minute that I am going to fall for the same stupid shit that Slam 3 did? That I am going to let you hit me with the Witch’s Hammer?
WRONG!
I am Preston Andre Reese! And you?
You’re just some second rate Harry Potter villain!
Reese shoved back from the table, and he grabbed the bottle of booze. He poured another glass, and he lifted it high before he drained it. A smirk, and he leaned back once more with a snort.
Reese: Now you might walk out of Belfast exposed as overrated! You may walk out of that third rate city in a third world country as a former champion! But at least you will finally get your hands on a real man!
So get ready Sinclair, and when I am done with you? You can go back to managing your lackeys, which is what you are good at!
Reese shoved the camera away, and he walked off.
Reese: Time and time again, everyone thinks the High Roller’s Club is slipping! That we are falling off because someone else gets lucky. Like at War Games when somehow some way the Dominicus Dick Riders get lucky and manage to choke out Cage! And then everyone acts like they did something!
Reese smirked.
Reese: What you did was nothing, you survived, you pulled out some bullshit! You know you couldn’t beat any of us without some bullshit rules. And when Old Mister Part Time, the would be savior is inside that Elimination Chamber in Dublin?
Well, let’s see how it ends! Because how it ends is Wesley Crane NEW WUK World Heavyweight Champion, how it ends is every single title in the WUK being around the waists of the High Roller’s Club!
Reese laughed, shaking his head as he paced back and forth. He took a swallow from his glass, and he turned to undo another button of his shirt. A shrug, and he leaned back mocking as he stared at the camera.
Reese: Yeah, news flash I don’t think Eli walks out of Belfast with the Two Kingdoms title! I don’t think that the Epcot Mafia with deadbeat unemployed Marty who should be thankful he wasn’t named in that woman’s lawsuit and his degenerate mutant friend retains against Rage and Cage!
I don’t think the Dark Stars have a chance in hell of winning those belts! And you know what?
I don’t think Sinclair Godfrey walks out of Belfast with my title!
He paused, and his eyes narrowed before he tossed the glass onto the table. He jerked off the tie, and tossed it as well.
Reese: Oh, I know the great and terrible Lady Godfrey has beaten the grandson of the man my father used to beat from pillar to post! I get she needed her two goons to soften up that green skinned moron and steal my belt from him!
I get she was a force in NPW, in SWAT, that she won REIGN plates, and was the first women’s champion of some defunct hot mess!
But all of that is because Sinclair Godfrey has never stepped in a ring with me! With the American Icon Preston Reese! With the Second Generation Superstar Preston Reese! With the greatest multimedia presence in the WUK Preston Andre Reese!
And I know she is out there ready to tell us how she trained at the feet of the greatest mind that wrestling has ever known! That she is the chosen of the Scourge, and that she is his apprentice! And under his learning tree this and that!
But I am the son of the man who taught Donzig everything he knew! I am the son of the man that Donzig was his henchmen! Donzig worked for my dad! He worked for my Uncle Timmy!
I have picked their brains! You don’t think I don’t how old Uncle Donzig’s mind works, Sinclair? How your mind works?
No, fuck that!
Reese leaned across the table, and his eyes narrowed as he frowned.
Reese: At Belfast? The High Roller’s Club is coming for all the gold one more time! And you? You’re in our way!
So you can go on talking about darkness this, and darkness that, and how you’re the greatest! But really Sinclair? We all know that you’re not even the greatest to your man, because he is obsessed with Eli Dresden, and fucking Fox! There I said it!
So if you think for one minute that I am going to fall for the same stupid shit that Slam 3 did? That I am going to let you hit me with the Witch’s Hammer?
WRONG!
I am Preston Andre Reese! And you?
You’re just some second rate Harry Potter villain!
Reese shoved back from the table, and he grabbed the bottle of booze. He poured another glass, and he lifted it high before he drained it. A smirk, and he leaned back once more with a snort.
Reese: Now you might walk out of Belfast exposed as overrated! You may walk out of that third rate city in a third world country as a former champion! But at least you will finally get your hands on a real man!
So get ready Sinclair, and when I am done with you? You can go back to managing your lackeys, which is what you are good at!
Reese shoved the camera away, and he walked off.
