Post by Preston Reese on May 5, 2024 0:05:16 GMT -5
Inside the Turning Stone casino, Reese walked through the doors as he pulled off his designer sunglasses and looked around in confusion at the mess. The tall brooding Warrick walked in behind him, and looked around with a slight frown. Reese stepped over a pile of chips, shaking his blonde head before he looked to the shaken looking Henderson who was on the phone.
And beside him stood the angry looking Wesley Crane.
Reese: Bruh, what the fuck happened?
Crane took a drink from his glass, and shrugged.
Crane: Drake happened. I hate that son of a bitch.
Reese nodded, and he motioned for a drink of his own as he reached down to pick a few pieces of wreckage. Then he tossed them aside, and he took the drink to take a swallow before he looked back to Crane.
Crane: Seriously, I can’t wait to kick his ass and get Candi back with the HRC.
Reese: My dad missed Drake’s run, but he says anyone who ran with Donzig as long as he did has to be a piece of work.
But he also says he is probably an overconfident arrogant prick and you can use that against him.
Henderson looked up at that, almost lowering his phone. Warrick coughed, looking into his glass as Crane said nothing. He was clearly in a mood, and Reese took another drink before he swirled the ice with a shrug. Then Crane turned, forcing a smile.
Crane: What about you? You ready for Watts?
Reese: Fuck, Watts. Uncle AJ’s young boy thinks he can get through the High Roller’s Club to get at you? Come on, man. We are going to tear him apart! I am talking years off this guy’s career!
Ain’t that right, Warrick!
Both men turned to Warrick, he stared back at them before he gave a grunt. Then a thumbs up, and Crane smirked as he took another swallow of whiskey. Crane arched a brow, and he looked back to Reese.
Reese shrugged.
Reese: He’s fired up, trust me! You worry about those Empire fuckboys and their boss, and we got Watts. I am more worried that Rage might accidentally kick the hornet’s nest.
Crane smirked at that, and he looked back to where his crew were trying to lift up the slot machines. A shake of his head, and he motioned to Warrick. The big man walked over, and grabbed the machine with a sharp yank to help get it off the floor.
Crane: Tony told me he has something in the works that will keep Donzig-gun off everyone’s back.
Something huge. Something that will shake the entire XHF.
Reese arched a brow, and he lowered his glass.
Reese: What the fuck is he talking about? What could be that big? Man, come on! I can’t think of a single thing that would keep Donzig off the throat of WUK!
Warrick: The X-crown.
Crane and Reese both blinked, and turned to stare at the big man. Even Henderson looked up, and the three exchanged looks before Reese pointed at him.
Reese: Holy shit, he talks!
Listen, Wes! At Dominion? Everything's coming up the High Roller’s Club! You think Watts can get past SZK, Warrick, Cage. and me? Come on! And Rage? I think he has Sinclair’s number, everything we said about Drake? Double for her.
The Baroness believes her own hype! She thinks she is untouchable.
Henderson lowered his phone, and muttered.
Henderson: Didn’t she beat you?
Crane winced, and Reese stared at him before he started forward. He grabbed Handerson’s jacket, yanking him forward as he shoved a finger under his nose. His blue eyes blazed with fury, and he shook him.
Reese: You son of a bitch! You can’t say that to me? Do you know who I am? Who my father is?
Warrick sighed, and reached forward at a nod from Crane. He pushed Reese and the assistant apart, shoving Henderson as he drew Reese aside to speak to him with a slight frown. Crane meanwhile grabbed Henderson, leading him as he started to berate him before he pointed down a hall.
Then he came back over.
Crane: Sorry about that, bro. He’s under a lot of stress, and he is worried the Empire will stick their nose in my match at Dominion!
Reese rolled his eyes.
Reese: Two Germans and two Slams? Worst fucking Empire ever. Spike probably retired from this shit because he knew he hired an entire group of duds. No fucking doubt, he was like look at these losers.
The Empire even shows their face during your match? We will send them backing to SCCW or wherever with their boss.
The two men laughed at that, and Crane looked up with a serious look.
Crane: Seriously, I need Watts dealt with.
Reese: Bro, I got this! After Dominion? Watts will be in the rearview, and the High Roller’s Club will own WUK! You will be on the road to being Wesley Crane double champion! Matsui? Van Zant? Dominicus? Goth?
That world title will be easy pickings, those four are such duds that someone may start an Empire with them am I right?
Warrick chuckled at that, Crane shook his head.
And beside him stood the angry looking Wesley Crane.
Reese: Bruh, what the fuck happened?
Crane took a drink from his glass, and shrugged.
Crane: Drake happened. I hate that son of a bitch.
Reese nodded, and he motioned for a drink of his own as he reached down to pick a few pieces of wreckage. Then he tossed them aside, and he took the drink to take a swallow before he looked back to Crane.
Crane: Seriously, I can’t wait to kick his ass and get Candi back with the HRC.
Reese: My dad missed Drake’s run, but he says anyone who ran with Donzig as long as he did has to be a piece of work.
But he also says he is probably an overconfident arrogant prick and you can use that against him.
Henderson looked up at that, almost lowering his phone. Warrick coughed, looking into his glass as Crane said nothing. He was clearly in a mood, and Reese took another drink before he swirled the ice with a shrug. Then Crane turned, forcing a smile.
Crane: What about you? You ready for Watts?
Reese: Fuck, Watts. Uncle AJ’s young boy thinks he can get through the High Roller’s Club to get at you? Come on, man. We are going to tear him apart! I am talking years off this guy’s career!
Ain’t that right, Warrick!
Both men turned to Warrick, he stared back at them before he gave a grunt. Then a thumbs up, and Crane smirked as he took another swallow of whiskey. Crane arched a brow, and he looked back to Reese.
Reese shrugged.
Reese: He’s fired up, trust me! You worry about those Empire fuckboys and their boss, and we got Watts. I am more worried that Rage might accidentally kick the hornet’s nest.
Crane smirked at that, and he looked back to where his crew were trying to lift up the slot machines. A shake of his head, and he motioned to Warrick. The big man walked over, and grabbed the machine with a sharp yank to help get it off the floor.
Crane: Tony told me he has something in the works that will keep Donzig-gun off everyone’s back.
Something huge. Something that will shake the entire XHF.
Reese arched a brow, and he lowered his glass.
Reese: What the fuck is he talking about? What could be that big? Man, come on! I can’t think of a single thing that would keep Donzig off the throat of WUK!
Warrick: The X-crown.
Crane and Reese both blinked, and turned to stare at the big man. Even Henderson looked up, and the three exchanged looks before Reese pointed at him.
Reese: Holy shit, he talks!
Listen, Wes! At Dominion? Everything's coming up the High Roller’s Club! You think Watts can get past SZK, Warrick, Cage. and me? Come on! And Rage? I think he has Sinclair’s number, everything we said about Drake? Double for her.
The Baroness believes her own hype! She thinks she is untouchable.
Henderson lowered his phone, and muttered.
Henderson: Didn’t she beat you?
Crane winced, and Reese stared at him before he started forward. He grabbed Handerson’s jacket, yanking him forward as he shoved a finger under his nose. His blue eyes blazed with fury, and he shook him.
Reese: You son of a bitch! You can’t say that to me? Do you know who I am? Who my father is?
Warrick sighed, and reached forward at a nod from Crane. He pushed Reese and the assistant apart, shoving Henderson as he drew Reese aside to speak to him with a slight frown. Crane meanwhile grabbed Henderson, leading him as he started to berate him before he pointed down a hall.
Then he came back over.
Crane: Sorry about that, bro. He’s under a lot of stress, and he is worried the Empire will stick their nose in my match at Dominion!
Reese rolled his eyes.
Reese: Two Germans and two Slams? Worst fucking Empire ever. Spike probably retired from this shit because he knew he hired an entire group of duds. No fucking doubt, he was like look at these losers.
The Empire even shows their face during your match? We will send them backing to SCCW or wherever with their boss.
The two men laughed at that, and Crane looked up with a serious look.
Crane: Seriously, I need Watts dealt with.
Reese: Bro, I got this! After Dominion? Watts will be in the rearview, and the High Roller’s Club will own WUK! You will be on the road to being Wesley Crane double champion! Matsui? Van Zant? Dominicus? Goth?
That world title will be easy pickings, those four are such duds that someone may start an Empire with them am I right?
Warrick chuckled at that, Crane shook his head.
