Post by Preston Reese on Jun 13, 2024 20:37:54 GMT -5
The sun shines down on a well manicured privacy shrub around a crystal clear blue pool. Around the pool are are white wrought iron lounge chairs and a few glass topped tables. A number of beautiful women in various states of dress lounged around in the sun. And among them sits the one and only Preston Andre Reese. He leans back, shades over his eyes before he sits up as one of the blondes passes him a phone.
Reese: Hello? Dad! What’s up, old man? You living the life over there?
A pause, and he nods as he waves the girl away as he pulls down his shades.
Reese: The tag tournament? Dad, Crane and I got this shit on lock! None of these other teams can touch us! Not a one! LD and Big Bone? Come on!
Oh, who else? Team Fairtex? Didn’t they already bail out once? Is this for real? No way! Those tag belts are coming home to the High Roller’s Club! It might as well be a Rage and Cage vs. Crane and Reese finals booked already you know?
Reese laughed, and then he frowned. A blonde brow lifted, and he pulled off his glasses as he turned around in the chair slowly. He waved a hand to the girls who drew back, and he frowned as he listened.
Reese: What do you mean you can’t always trust your partners?
He listened.
Reese: No, I don’t think Crane is like Uncle AJ or Croc at all! No way he would turn on me, Dad! We are best friends! Like you and Timmy Draven!
He winced.
Reese: Maybe that is a bad example!
He listened again, and he nodded.
Reese: He is sure as fuck not Uncle Donzig. That guy is off his rocker, Dad. Lucky for all of us he is obsessed with this Fox guy. I don’t think he even–
Reese frowned, nodding slowly. Though he seemed unconvinced.
Reese: Sleight of hand? What does that even mean? Listen, Dad I know you guys have history but I don’t think Donzig even knows what he’s doing.
The frown deepened.
Reese: No, I don’t know who attacked AJ! It wasn’t us, Crane doesn’t give two shits about AJ I think. Watts or no Watts! Listen, old man, we didn’t attack AJ! Probably those losers the Slams or that jack ass Drake!
I don’t know how you put up with those people. They are like white trash!
He laughed, and then paused again.
Reese: Why would he attack AJ?
A frown.
Reese: Crazy like a fox? Is this code? Listen, I don’t have time for that I need to focus on this tournament! I mean, I know Team Fairtex are the sons of the Shootfighter and trained in the mean streets of Bangkok or some shit! But you can’t take these people lightly!
I mean, I have no idea how the tag team of the greatest second generation superstar in the WUK and the longest reigning WUK Heavyweight Champion can possibly lose! I get they are brothers, and brothers in law, or something.
I am not sure, but it’s fucking weird! But me and Crane are like brothers, we are like fucking family! Seriously, we are best friends! We are like the second coming of the Syndicate!
Syn is in!
A pause, and Reese rose to pace along the edge of the pool. He walked past the girls, and he went to the small bar to pour himself a drink. He leaned on it, sipping at his drink before he frowned as he looked at the pool.
Reese: Everyone in the Syndicate was a backstabber? Well, I get that. But you had good days?
A frown.
Reese: Donzig was the most loyal? That doesn’t really sound that great, Dad. What? No, I don’t know why he helped Watts! I think he just wanted to get a few shots in on that piece of shit Drake, and his white trash legacy crew!
I don’t think he is losing his edge.
Reese nodded slowly, and he took another drink as he leaned back against the bar. He frowned at his phone, and he shook his head before he lifted it again.
Reese: You think he’s getting soft? Getting a conscience? No way, not Wes! He would never turn his back on the High Roller’s Club! He knows what is best for business.
Another drink. He rolled his eyes, muttering.
Reese: I get it, don’t trust anyone! Just because the fans are suddenly cheering for him doesn’t mean he is going to change! He knows the stakes, we need to get all this gold back in the High Roller’s Club, Dad! We are going to be the most dominant tag team in the entire XHF!
What title for me? Fuck, Dad! I don’t know I could go for the WUK Heavyweight, I could just be tag champion! Shit, I could go over to CAR and beat the fuck out of that sorry old New York dude! He has some fine looking women with him too, fuck it!
Reese laughed, nodding before he frowned again. He finished the drink before he sat it aside, and then he picked up the phone again. He waved a hand, motioning the girls back as he paced again.
Reese: Yeah, yeah, I get that the fans cheering for a dude can get in their heads! But not Wes, he would never do that! Listen, old man, I have to go.
He hung up the phone, and tossed it on the bar. He scowled at it, shaking his head before he pulled down his shades once more. And he walked around the pool to sit by himself, and he leaned forward with shake of his head as he stared into the pool.
Reese: You better have your head straight, Wes. I swear to God.
Reese: Hello? Dad! What’s up, old man? You living the life over there?
A pause, and he nods as he waves the girl away as he pulls down his shades.
Reese: The tag tournament? Dad, Crane and I got this shit on lock! None of these other teams can touch us! Not a one! LD and Big Bone? Come on!
Oh, who else? Team Fairtex? Didn’t they already bail out once? Is this for real? No way! Those tag belts are coming home to the High Roller’s Club! It might as well be a Rage and Cage vs. Crane and Reese finals booked already you know?
Reese laughed, and then he frowned. A blonde brow lifted, and he pulled off his glasses as he turned around in the chair slowly. He waved a hand to the girls who drew back, and he frowned as he listened.
Reese: What do you mean you can’t always trust your partners?
He listened.
Reese: No, I don’t think Crane is like Uncle AJ or Croc at all! No way he would turn on me, Dad! We are best friends! Like you and Timmy Draven!
He winced.
Reese: Maybe that is a bad example!
He listened again, and he nodded.
Reese: He is sure as fuck not Uncle Donzig. That guy is off his rocker, Dad. Lucky for all of us he is obsessed with this Fox guy. I don’t think he even–
Reese frowned, nodding slowly. Though he seemed unconvinced.
Reese: Sleight of hand? What does that even mean? Listen, Dad I know you guys have history but I don’t think Donzig even knows what he’s doing.
The frown deepened.
Reese: No, I don’t know who attacked AJ! It wasn’t us, Crane doesn’t give two shits about AJ I think. Watts or no Watts! Listen, old man, we didn’t attack AJ! Probably those losers the Slams or that jack ass Drake!
I don’t know how you put up with those people. They are like white trash!
He laughed, and then paused again.
Reese: Why would he attack AJ?
A frown.
Reese: Crazy like a fox? Is this code? Listen, I don’t have time for that I need to focus on this tournament! I mean, I know Team Fairtex are the sons of the Shootfighter and trained in the mean streets of Bangkok or some shit! But you can’t take these people lightly!
I mean, I have no idea how the tag team of the greatest second generation superstar in the WUK and the longest reigning WUK Heavyweight Champion can possibly lose! I get they are brothers, and brothers in law, or something.
I am not sure, but it’s fucking weird! But me and Crane are like brothers, we are like fucking family! Seriously, we are best friends! We are like the second coming of the Syndicate!
Syn is in!
A pause, and Reese rose to pace along the edge of the pool. He walked past the girls, and he went to the small bar to pour himself a drink. He leaned on it, sipping at his drink before he frowned as he looked at the pool.
Reese: Everyone in the Syndicate was a backstabber? Well, I get that. But you had good days?
A frown.
Reese: Donzig was the most loyal? That doesn’t really sound that great, Dad. What? No, I don’t know why he helped Watts! I think he just wanted to get a few shots in on that piece of shit Drake, and his white trash legacy crew!
I don’t think he is losing his edge.
Reese nodded slowly, and he took another drink as he leaned back against the bar. He frowned at his phone, and he shook his head before he lifted it again.
Reese: You think he’s getting soft? Getting a conscience? No way, not Wes! He would never turn his back on the High Roller’s Club! He knows what is best for business.
Another drink. He rolled his eyes, muttering.
Reese: I get it, don’t trust anyone! Just because the fans are suddenly cheering for him doesn’t mean he is going to change! He knows the stakes, we need to get all this gold back in the High Roller’s Club, Dad! We are going to be the most dominant tag team in the entire XHF!
What title for me? Fuck, Dad! I don’t know I could go for the WUK Heavyweight, I could just be tag champion! Shit, I could go over to CAR and beat the fuck out of that sorry old New York dude! He has some fine looking women with him too, fuck it!
Reese laughed, nodding before he frowned again. He finished the drink before he sat it aside, and then he picked up the phone again. He waved a hand, motioning the girls back as he paced again.
Reese: Yeah, yeah, I get that the fans cheering for a dude can get in their heads! But not Wes, he would never do that! Listen, old man, I have to go.
He hung up the phone, and tossed it on the bar. He scowled at it, shaking his head before he pulled down his shades once more. And he walked around the pool to sit by himself, and he leaned forward with shake of his head as he stared into the pool.
Reese: You better have your head straight, Wes. I swear to God.
