I'm in my own league, bitches!
Mar 14, 2024 8:24:01 GMT -5
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Post by "The High Roller" Wesley Crane on Mar 14, 2024 8:24:01 GMT -5
The scene opens up to the empty “3Arena” in Croke Park, Dublin, Ireland. The Elimination Chamber is all set up and surrounding the ring. Wesley Crane sits in one of the seats in the arena. The lights are dim. There’s one light over the Chamber. One light over Wesley. Other than that, there’s no lights on. Wesley is dressed in his plum purple suit. The Two Kingdoms Championship sits over his right shoulder. Wesley adjusts the championship and then begins talking.
Wesley Crane: “1 and 0”
The tron lights up. These words appear on the tron, scrolling past the screen.
Tron: “Billy Fowler… Eddie Havok… Psychotic Goth… Armand Von Krauss… Rob Riot.”
The tron goes black.
Wesley Crane: “Five of the toughest opponents Wrestle:UK has had. Five guys all looking to end my career and take my WUK World Championship… my Naomi! But what happened?”
The tron lights up once again.
Tucker: This is a war!
The WUK Champion grabs Riot’s leg, pushing and twisting as he strains to get free. And then he slowly starts to rise, and Riot drops back as he shakes his head as his back seems to give out. He grabs at his back, staggering away towards the ropes.
Fulton: The High Roller is looking for the kill!
IN THE FACE!
Riot drops through the ropes, rolling away before he starts to try and rise. Crane stalks after him, looking around before he finally scoops up Goth’s barbed wire and chain wrapped chair from the mat. He stares down at it, then looks back to Riot before he slowly shoves it between the turnbuckle pads. He then grabs Riot, punching him a few times before he places him in the corner with his head against the chair.
Then he draws back, and levels the finger with a grin.
Tucker: NO! NO! NOT THIS!
Fulton: I am going to miss Rob.
Torchwood: Crane can’t be serious!
IN THE FACE!
The chair drops, and the fans groan as Riot flops to the mat as blood runs from the back of his head. Crane rolls him over, making the cover as his hand lifts to count with the ref.
1…
2….
…..
THREE!
Frank Salazar: Your winner and STILL WUK Champion, WESLEY CRANE![/quote]
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The tron goes as black as night. Wesley adjusts his championship again.
Wesley Crane: “I left that Chamber STILL the WUK World Champion… but things are different this time around. The competition is stronger… better… more talented than those in the Chamber last year… but let me reassure you that when the match ends, my arm will be raised and I will reunite with my sweet Naomi.”
Wesley pauses for a quick moment.
Wesley Crane: “I’ve been to hell inside the chamber… and I’ve come out as the winner. You see, I’m not a loser… and speaking of losers, Lord Dominicus, your time’s coming inside the Elimination Chamber. You’ve cheated to beat me and at the Chamber it’s my turn to get my sweet revenge against you. You show up when you think it’s fitting to your schedule. Well you’d better fit me in because inside the Elimination Chamber, I’m taking years off your career.”
Wesley pauses again. He takes a deep breath in and then exhales slowly.
Wesley Crane: “Ronnie Long? Please! I knocked that poser the fuck out last year and he vanished afterwards. Why? Because Ronnie Long knew that Wesley Crane was running the show and that he didn’t stand a chance of stacking up against pure perfection… because that’s exactly what I am… pure perfection, and Long, you’re nothing more than a has been who is trying to grasp at anything you can to become relevant again. Well, Pal, find a different way because if you try to ride my coattails I’m going to spin around and hit you with the In The Face V-Trigger and end your pathetic career.”
Wesley is starting to get worked up. He suddenly stops talking and takes another deep breath.
Wesley Crane: “Flo and Eron Hunter, I put you both in the same boat. Inside the ring, I respect the shit out of what you can do. You’re both incredible talents and that’s Wesley Crane just being brutally honest with everyone… buuuuut… let’s not get shit twisted, while the two of you are incredible talents, you’re not even close to being on the same level as the baddest good guy in the world today. Love me or hate me, you can’t help but sit there and shut your grubby faces up and respect me… because no matter where I go, that’s what I demand. I demand respect and by God, I get it. Flo, Hunter… I’m sure you’re going to give me one hell of a challenge… but at the end of the day, I just want it more than you both do. It’s my destiny to win back my sweet Naomi and unite her with lovely Candi.”
Wesley pats his Two Kingdoms Championship, which he calls Candi and then calms down again.
Wesley Crane: “As for you Kalmin Watts… The biggest pain in my ass… Watts, I knew you’d come out of hiding to fight for the honor of your mentor. I knew you’d show your face, and I knew you’d come out looking like the ultimate hero. The fact is Watts, I don’t like you. I’ve never liked you and I never will. This company isn’t big enough for the both of us. You see what we did to your mentor, Anthony Jordan. We took him out and now, you’ve signed your death certificate. Watts, your career belongs to The High Rollers Club. Feel free to enjoy it while I let you. Your time is coming, Watts, I promise you that! My God, you’re like a fucking cockroach that just won’t die!”
Wesley takes his right hand and rubs it through his hair. He adjusts his $1,000 Aviators.
Wesley Crane: “And… that… leaves me… to you, Kasper… Van… Zandt, the Wrestle:United Kingdom World Champion. Kasper, I’ve got a lot to say to you, girl. How’s it feel knowing you’re the second best Champion in the company? Sure, you might be walking around with the most precious girl, Naomi, but we’re not talking about the Championship… no, we’re talking about the Champion… and in this world, I am THE Champion. You, on the other hand, are a wannabe. You walk around here with my Championship and act like you mean something. You’re here because you made me bleed. You never beat me, Kasper, you only made me bleed… think about that for a second. I fight in extreme match after extreme match and I’ve lost more blood than many others… so don’t feel too good about the fact that you made me bleed. Fuck, once a “little person” made me bleed by cracking a beer bottle over my skull in a bar fight in Albany, New York.”
Wesley laughs to himself.
Wesley Crane: “You’re no Champion, Kasper. Want to know how I know you’re not a better champion than me? Since you’ve won that Championship, I’ve main evented every show while you’ve wrestled in the middle of the card each and every week. The fact is, some of us piss excellence… I mean, you don’t know anything about it, but trust me, it’s pretty fucking dope.”
Wesley gets his cocky grin on his face.
Wesley Crane: "You never beat me by pinning me, you won by making me bleed… that's it, just made me bleed. You'll never be good enough to pin me or submit me… well, unless I want you to…
Kasper is so unworthy of being a champion. Her World Championship win wasn't even in the main event of Legacy, it was the match before the main event… and who main evented it? The High Roller Wesley Crane, that's who!
Who has main evented damn near every show since becoming the WUK World Champion? This fucking guy! Face the facts, Kasper, you’re in too deep over your head. You’re a minnow swimming around with a great white shark. Fact is, you just don’t have what it takes to carry a company on your back. You dress the part. But the real Kasper Van Zant can’t even beat Matsui in a one on one match. How does she plan on beating the greatest wrestler in the world? Truth is, she just can’t.”
Wesley rolls his neck, cracking it.
Wesley Crane: “The clock is ticking. It’s almost Elimination Chamber time. It’s almost time for 6 other wrestlers to have their dreams shattered. I’d wish you luck but you don’t need luck, you need a fucking miracle if you’re going to beat me. I’m in my own league, bitches!”
With that said, the tron lights up one more time, showing Wesley Crane standing inside last year's Elimination Chamber with his WUK World Championship high above his head.
End scene.
Wesley Crane: “1 and 0”
The tron lights up. These words appear on the tron, scrolling past the screen.
Tron: “Billy Fowler… Eddie Havok… Psychotic Goth… Armand Von Krauss… Rob Riot.”
The tron goes black.
Wesley Crane: “Five of the toughest opponents Wrestle:UK has had. Five guys all looking to end my career and take my WUK World Championship… my Naomi! But what happened?”
The tron lights up once again.
Tucker: This is a war!
The WUK Champion grabs Riot’s leg, pushing and twisting as he strains to get free. And then he slowly starts to rise, and Riot drops back as he shakes his head as his back seems to give out. He grabs at his back, staggering away towards the ropes.
Fulton: The High Roller is looking for the kill!
IN THE FACE!
Riot drops through the ropes, rolling away before he starts to try and rise. Crane stalks after him, looking around before he finally scoops up Goth’s barbed wire and chain wrapped chair from the mat. He stares down at it, then looks back to Riot before he slowly shoves it between the turnbuckle pads. He then grabs Riot, punching him a few times before he places him in the corner with his head against the chair.
Then he draws back, and levels the finger with a grin.
Tucker: NO! NO! NOT THIS!
Fulton: I am going to miss Rob.
Torchwood: Crane can’t be serious!
IN THE FACE!
The chair drops, and the fans groan as Riot flops to the mat as blood runs from the back of his head. Crane rolls him over, making the cover as his hand lifts to count with the ref.
1…
2….
…..
THREE!
Frank Salazar: Your winner and STILL WUK Champion, WESLEY CRANE![/quote]
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The tron goes as black as night. Wesley adjusts his championship again.
Wesley Crane: “I left that Chamber STILL the WUK World Champion… but things are different this time around. The competition is stronger… better… more talented than those in the Chamber last year… but let me reassure you that when the match ends, my arm will be raised and I will reunite with my sweet Naomi.”
Wesley pauses for a quick moment.
Wesley Crane: “I’ve been to hell inside the chamber… and I’ve come out as the winner. You see, I’m not a loser… and speaking of losers, Lord Dominicus, your time’s coming inside the Elimination Chamber. You’ve cheated to beat me and at the Chamber it’s my turn to get my sweet revenge against you. You show up when you think it’s fitting to your schedule. Well you’d better fit me in because inside the Elimination Chamber, I’m taking years off your career.”
Wesley pauses again. He takes a deep breath in and then exhales slowly.
Wesley Crane: “Ronnie Long? Please! I knocked that poser the fuck out last year and he vanished afterwards. Why? Because Ronnie Long knew that Wesley Crane was running the show and that he didn’t stand a chance of stacking up against pure perfection… because that’s exactly what I am… pure perfection, and Long, you’re nothing more than a has been who is trying to grasp at anything you can to become relevant again. Well, Pal, find a different way because if you try to ride my coattails I’m going to spin around and hit you with the In The Face V-Trigger and end your pathetic career.”
Wesley is starting to get worked up. He suddenly stops talking and takes another deep breath.
Wesley Crane: “Flo and Eron Hunter, I put you both in the same boat. Inside the ring, I respect the shit out of what you can do. You’re both incredible talents and that’s Wesley Crane just being brutally honest with everyone… buuuuut… let’s not get shit twisted, while the two of you are incredible talents, you’re not even close to being on the same level as the baddest good guy in the world today. Love me or hate me, you can’t help but sit there and shut your grubby faces up and respect me… because no matter where I go, that’s what I demand. I demand respect and by God, I get it. Flo, Hunter… I’m sure you’re going to give me one hell of a challenge… but at the end of the day, I just want it more than you both do. It’s my destiny to win back my sweet Naomi and unite her with lovely Candi.”
Wesley pats his Two Kingdoms Championship, which he calls Candi and then calms down again.
Wesley Crane: “As for you Kalmin Watts… The biggest pain in my ass… Watts, I knew you’d come out of hiding to fight for the honor of your mentor. I knew you’d show your face, and I knew you’d come out looking like the ultimate hero. The fact is Watts, I don’t like you. I’ve never liked you and I never will. This company isn’t big enough for the both of us. You see what we did to your mentor, Anthony Jordan. We took him out and now, you’ve signed your death certificate. Watts, your career belongs to The High Rollers Club. Feel free to enjoy it while I let you. Your time is coming, Watts, I promise you that! My God, you’re like a fucking cockroach that just won’t die!”
Wesley takes his right hand and rubs it through his hair. He adjusts his $1,000 Aviators.
Wesley Crane: “And… that… leaves me… to you, Kasper… Van… Zandt, the Wrestle:United Kingdom World Champion. Kasper, I’ve got a lot to say to you, girl. How’s it feel knowing you’re the second best Champion in the company? Sure, you might be walking around with the most precious girl, Naomi, but we’re not talking about the Championship… no, we’re talking about the Champion… and in this world, I am THE Champion. You, on the other hand, are a wannabe. You walk around here with my Championship and act like you mean something. You’re here because you made me bleed. You never beat me, Kasper, you only made me bleed… think about that for a second. I fight in extreme match after extreme match and I’ve lost more blood than many others… so don’t feel too good about the fact that you made me bleed. Fuck, once a “little person” made me bleed by cracking a beer bottle over my skull in a bar fight in Albany, New York.”
Wesley laughs to himself.
Wesley Crane: “You’re no Champion, Kasper. Want to know how I know you’re not a better champion than me? Since you’ve won that Championship, I’ve main evented every show while you’ve wrestled in the middle of the card each and every week. The fact is, some of us piss excellence… I mean, you don’t know anything about it, but trust me, it’s pretty fucking dope.”
Wesley gets his cocky grin on his face.
Wesley Crane: "You never beat me by pinning me, you won by making me bleed… that's it, just made me bleed. You'll never be good enough to pin me or submit me… well, unless I want you to…
Kasper is so unworthy of being a champion. Her World Championship win wasn't even in the main event of Legacy, it was the match before the main event… and who main evented it? The High Roller Wesley Crane, that's who!
Who has main evented damn near every show since becoming the WUK World Champion? This fucking guy! Face the facts, Kasper, you’re in too deep over your head. You’re a minnow swimming around with a great white shark. Fact is, you just don’t have what it takes to carry a company on your back. You dress the part. But the real Kasper Van Zant can’t even beat Matsui in a one on one match. How does she plan on beating the greatest wrestler in the world? Truth is, she just can’t.”
Wesley rolls his neck, cracking it.
Wesley Crane: “The clock is ticking. It’s almost Elimination Chamber time. It’s almost time for 6 other wrestlers to have their dreams shattered. I’d wish you luck but you don’t need luck, you need a fucking miracle if you’re going to beat me. I’m in my own league, bitches!”
With that said, the tron lights up one more time, showing Wesley Crane standing inside last year's Elimination Chamber with his WUK World Championship high above his head.
End scene.
