Post by Gavin Drake on May 2, 2024 20:22:56 GMT -5
The reporters inside the Turning Stone Casino in Syracuse, New York were in for a surprise. As despite the protests of a very panicked looking bouncer, a group of men dressed in suits were forcing their way inside. Two of them wore dark grey suits, clearly designer and very European as the Sieben Brothers shoved past them. They spoke in German, and the reporters stared.
A moment later, in a much less impressive suit with an undone hawaiian shirt under the white jacket with a wild grin on his lips came Slam Three! He wrapped an arm around one of the girls, dragging her aside as he spoke in a low voice as he waved a hand.
Next came the slightly concerned looking older Slam. He waved aside the reporters, tugging at his jacket before finally into the room stalked Gavin Drake. The menacing Empty Hand was wearing a dress shirt under a black leather jacket, and he had the Two Kingdoms belt across his shoulder. He wiped his forearm across his mouth, and he snapped his fingers.
Slam Two handed him a bottle, and he took a swig before he spread his arms.
‘Look at this place, this is America at it’s finest. Just bloody crap everywhere, all fucking shiny lights and empty promises. Just like the High Roller’s Club, just like Wesley Crane. Where is Wesley? Let me guess he fucked off upstairs with his bird didn’t he?’
Slam Three laughed, and the reporters stammered. Drake glared at them, and he gestured with the bottle as Jakob Seiben shoved one of the casino employees back. The Empty Hand snickered, and leaned against the table.
‘Crane keeps blaming triple threat rules, but a man like the High Roller should study the odds better don’t you think? I mean, he had better chances of retaining the title too didn’t he? But he couldn’t get the bloody job done! You know why? Because he’s taking the piss.’
A swallow of booze.
‘He plays it safe, like I said. And he normally has his little insurance policies all around him, but now he doesn’t have the numbers does he? Because this is the Empire’s time! He can drag out his boys, and I will have them all put down! Now who has a question for the Champ!’
‘Wesley Crane says you aren’t dangerous?’
Drake stared at him, and he licked his lips as his eyes narrowed. His head tilted, and he leaned forward as he nodded slowly.
‘Good, good. I like that. You see why would Wesley Crane think a man who defeated him and a man like Goth is dangerous! Why should Wesley Crane think that a man who was part of a group that ran rough shod over his buddy Draven’s company for a year and a half is dangerous! Why would Crane think a man handpicked by Donzig and Spike Kane was dangerous?
Fuck! I am the only person with the balls to go toe to toe with him for Donzig-gun! But I am not dangerous am I, Wes?’
A smile, and Drake took a long drink from the bottle. And he shrugged, leaning back against the table before he tossed the bottle aside with the sound of breaking glass, and then he grabbed it to flip on it’s side. Cards, chips, and drinks went flying as it slid across the floor. And once again the Seibens stopped security as Slam Two looked on.
‘Next question.’
Drake said quietly as he kicked aside some chips.
‘Uh, Crane says you’re not in the main event?’
Drake nodded slowly, and he adjusted the belt on his shoulder.
‘I am facing him though aren’t I? You see Crane labors under this delusion we all want the things he wants: fame, money, whores, and some glory, yeah? The Empire doesn’t exist for that. It exists for revenge. It exists because it has to exist.
You all took everything from us! And we are going to take it back! So this might be a chance for Crane to claim more WUK gold, this might be one of the biggest matches of his career, this might be another chance for him to remind all of us about the High Roller’s Club! But to me? It’s a stepping stone.’
Drake shrugged, and he gave a nasty smile as Slam Two nodded.
‘He’s a bloody stepping stone. He should have changed the name of this dump to the Stepping Stone Casino, yeah? Because he’s taking the bloody piss.’
Slam Three pushed aside the girl he was talking to, and tossed Drake a bottle. The bartender started to protest, and Slam Two threw a wad of bills at him. The man sputtered, and fell silent as Slam Three glared at him. Drake opened the bottle, and he took a swig.
‘I am going to be real with you lot. I am going to break Crane, I am going to lay waste to his High Roller Club, and then? I might go take that WUK World Heavyweight Title, because I bloody can.’
He shrugged, and turned to go before he paused to shove over one of the slot machines. It fell with a crunch, along with the ones next to it. And the Empire laughed as they kicked it aside, and Slam Three scooped up a handful of coins to fling them at the security man. Slam Two turned, and he flung a wad of cash at the men.
Drake turned, and he finished the bottle.
‘As a wise man once said: bow down.’
A pause.
‘Or was it see you soon.’
Slam Two laughed, shrugging before he flashed a grin before he tugged on his jacket.
‘All hail.’
A moment later, in a much less impressive suit with an undone hawaiian shirt under the white jacket with a wild grin on his lips came Slam Three! He wrapped an arm around one of the girls, dragging her aside as he spoke in a low voice as he waved a hand.
Next came the slightly concerned looking older Slam. He waved aside the reporters, tugging at his jacket before finally into the room stalked Gavin Drake. The menacing Empty Hand was wearing a dress shirt under a black leather jacket, and he had the Two Kingdoms belt across his shoulder. He wiped his forearm across his mouth, and he snapped his fingers.
Slam Two handed him a bottle, and he took a swig before he spread his arms.
‘Look at this place, this is America at it’s finest. Just bloody crap everywhere, all fucking shiny lights and empty promises. Just like the High Roller’s Club, just like Wesley Crane. Where is Wesley? Let me guess he fucked off upstairs with his bird didn’t he?’
Slam Three laughed, and the reporters stammered. Drake glared at them, and he gestured with the bottle as Jakob Seiben shoved one of the casino employees back. The Empty Hand snickered, and leaned against the table.
‘Crane keeps blaming triple threat rules, but a man like the High Roller should study the odds better don’t you think? I mean, he had better chances of retaining the title too didn’t he? But he couldn’t get the bloody job done! You know why? Because he’s taking the piss.’
A swallow of booze.
‘He plays it safe, like I said. And he normally has his little insurance policies all around him, but now he doesn’t have the numbers does he? Because this is the Empire’s time! He can drag out his boys, and I will have them all put down! Now who has a question for the Champ!’
‘Wesley Crane says you aren’t dangerous?’
Drake stared at him, and he licked his lips as his eyes narrowed. His head tilted, and he leaned forward as he nodded slowly.
‘Good, good. I like that. You see why would Wesley Crane think a man who defeated him and a man like Goth is dangerous! Why should Wesley Crane think that a man who was part of a group that ran rough shod over his buddy Draven’s company for a year and a half is dangerous! Why would Crane think a man handpicked by Donzig and Spike Kane was dangerous?
Fuck! I am the only person with the balls to go toe to toe with him for Donzig-gun! But I am not dangerous am I, Wes?’
A smile, and Drake took a long drink from the bottle. And he shrugged, leaning back against the table before he tossed the bottle aside with the sound of breaking glass, and then he grabbed it to flip on it’s side. Cards, chips, and drinks went flying as it slid across the floor. And once again the Seibens stopped security as Slam Two looked on.
‘Next question.’
Drake said quietly as he kicked aside some chips.
‘Uh, Crane says you’re not in the main event?’
Drake nodded slowly, and he adjusted the belt on his shoulder.
‘I am facing him though aren’t I? You see Crane labors under this delusion we all want the things he wants: fame, money, whores, and some glory, yeah? The Empire doesn’t exist for that. It exists for revenge. It exists because it has to exist.
You all took everything from us! And we are going to take it back! So this might be a chance for Crane to claim more WUK gold, this might be one of the biggest matches of his career, this might be another chance for him to remind all of us about the High Roller’s Club! But to me? It’s a stepping stone.’
Drake shrugged, and he gave a nasty smile as Slam Two nodded.
‘He’s a bloody stepping stone. He should have changed the name of this dump to the Stepping Stone Casino, yeah? Because he’s taking the bloody piss.’
Slam Three pushed aside the girl he was talking to, and tossed Drake a bottle. The bartender started to protest, and Slam Two threw a wad of bills at him. The man sputtered, and fell silent as Slam Three glared at him. Drake opened the bottle, and he took a swig.
‘I am going to be real with you lot. I am going to break Crane, I am going to lay waste to his High Roller Club, and then? I might go take that WUK World Heavyweight Title, because I bloody can.’
He shrugged, and turned to go before he paused to shove over one of the slot machines. It fell with a crunch, along with the ones next to it. And the Empire laughed as they kicked it aside, and Slam Three scooped up a handful of coins to fling them at the security man. Slam Two turned, and he flung a wad of cash at the men.
Drake turned, and he finished the bottle.
‘As a wise man once said: bow down.’
A pause.
‘Or was it see you soon.’
Slam Two laughed, shrugging before he flashed a grin before he tugged on his jacket.
‘All hail.’
