Post by Gavin Drake on Apr 24, 2024 19:57:25 GMT -5
‘So Crane went in the back and boo-booed to his golf buddy Tony Blood, and probably promised him he would let him touch some real pussy this time so he could get another shot at this title?’
Drake snarled as the Empire celebrates in the background, and he waves off the battered Slam Three as he lifts the belt.
‘Let me give you a reality check, Wes. You and your young boys walked around WUK like it belonged to you for over a year! Over a fucking year! But you see, mate? This title? It belongs to the Empire now! It belongs to the Empty Hand now! And while you may think it is still High Roller’s Country?’
Drake spat, and he jabbed a finger at the screen as he leaned forward.
‘The sun never sets on my Empire! So it won’t be long until you wish you were back dealing with dudes like Hunter, or Watts! Because listen, mate, I am going to run roughshod over you!
I am going to run roughshod over your little clique! And at Dominion? Well, maybe Katie Moss will have to find a new man when I rip your bloody face off, yeah?’
Drake shoved back Slam the Second who tried to calm him down, he tossed the belt at him before he crossed the room to grab a bottle. And the older Slam motioned for the camera to cut away.
Then Drake came roaring back, and he grabbed the camera.
‘Listen, Wes, you say I am a marked man? I have been a marked man before, and if I am not sweating Donzig? I am sure as fuck not sweating you, mate. You’re just going to have to face facts, Candi is going to be wrapped another man’s waist tonight.’
Slam Two laughs at that, grinning as Drake shoved the camera aside.
Drake snarled as the Empire celebrates in the background, and he waves off the battered Slam Three as he lifts the belt.
‘Let me give you a reality check, Wes. You and your young boys walked around WUK like it belonged to you for over a year! Over a fucking year! But you see, mate? This title? It belongs to the Empire now! It belongs to the Empty Hand now! And while you may think it is still High Roller’s Country?’
Drake spat, and he jabbed a finger at the screen as he leaned forward.
‘The sun never sets on my Empire! So it won’t be long until you wish you were back dealing with dudes like Hunter, or Watts! Because listen, mate, I am going to run roughshod over you!
I am going to run roughshod over your little clique! And at Dominion? Well, maybe Katie Moss will have to find a new man when I rip your bloody face off, yeah?’
Drake shoved back Slam the Second who tried to calm him down, he tossed the belt at him before he crossed the room to grab a bottle. And the older Slam motioned for the camera to cut away.
Then Drake came roaring back, and he grabbed the camera.
‘Listen, Wes, you say I am a marked man? I have been a marked man before, and if I am not sweating Donzig? I am sure as fuck not sweating you, mate. You’re just going to have to face facts, Candi is going to be wrapped another man’s waist tonight.’
Slam Two laughs at that, grinning as Drake shoved the camera aside.
