The Peak Standard of Performance.
Aug 10, 2024 17:29:24 GMT -5
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Post by Preston Reese on Aug 10, 2024 17:29:24 GMT -5
There is a roar of engines, and a cloud of smoke before a gleaming black and gold sports car skids to a halt before the ornate walkway leading up to what appears to be a modern looking Hollywood Mansion. The door opens, and a tall very pretty blonde steps out in a tight dress to stand beside the car.
Then the driver’s side door opens, and the American Icon Preston Andre Reese steps out. He pauses, nodding at the girl who saunters up the stairs towards the mansion. He watches her go, and then reaches up to remove his shades before he turns to the camera as he gently shuts the door. A hand lifts, and he smirks.
Reese: You see this? This is Bugatti Chiron Pur Sport! This is the most expensive car in the world, this is a three point three million dollar piece of bleeding edge space age technology! This is what peak performance looks like!
This is a symbol of excellence, this is a symbol of prestige, this is a symbol of having it! IT!
He runs a hand reverently along the car’s gleaming lines, nodding before he walks around it slowly as he continues.
Reese: This a 1479 horsepower machine built for speed, built for performance! There are only 60 of these babies in the world!
I am talking titanium exhaust pipes, I am talking an 8 liter quad turbo charged engine! This is a work of art. This is a machine worthy of a champion!
Reese frowns, and turns with a shake of his head before he frowns. He pulls out his phone and holds it up to reveal a picture of the Domini-cruiser.
Reese: Look at this. God, what year did this relic escape from 1955? Come on, what is this? Like this is a champion’s car in CAR? Are you serious? This is the standard of racing in the XHF?
And that brings me to the point.
He shoved his phone into his jacket, and he tugged on it as he walked along the side of the car. A hand reaching up to smooth back his golden hair.
Reese: Crane and I? We look like champions, we are champions! You may not like us, but we get the job done! We are the peak of performance in the WUK! We are the heart and soul of the High Roller’s Club!
And if you don’t believe me? Look what we did at Revolution, we crushed the heart of Kasper Van Zant! We lured the second–
Reese smirked, winking his bright blue eye at the camera.
Reese: -SECOND longest reigning champion in the history of this company into a trap! And we left Kasper laying in that ring! And we also left those fucking jokes the Tilted Cartdridges laying in the ring!
You know what? Cheez, I told you before and I will tell you again! You have no business in my world, you are just not on my level! And your thick necked Scotch daddy? He doesn’t either, and so when Wes and I take care of our business in Fulham? Look us up, because I will be happy to make sure you’re both DONE!
Reese laughed that obnoxious laugh of his, and grinned as he laid a hand on the hood of his car. And he shrugged as he leaned towards the camera as he continued.
Reese: And that brings me back to you, Lord Dominicus. You are alot like your Domini-cruiser, yeah I suppose you have a history, and I suppose you have a legacy such as it is! But when compared to say today’s standards? Which is the High Rollers?
Well, you come up just a little short don’t you? You’re a long way from the days when you were the Triple Crown of wherever, you’re a long way from the days you were relevant! Because now? You’re just a placeholder, a two time WUK transitional champion! And after my boy, Wes takes the WUK Heavyweight Title out of your grubby hands in Paris?
At Fulham we finish the job and take the WUK Tag Team Titles back where they belong!
Reese grinned, leaning back as he started to walk around the gleaming golden car once more as he seemed to be watching his own reflection in it. A shrug, and he looked up with a shake of his head.
Reese: You think because you beat those two freakshow rejects that Fox scraped up from the backwoods of Cornwall you are on our level? My man, please, just stop embarrassing yourself! You’re the Vantablack Savior? WUK doesn’t need saving except from the mediocrity of people like you, Kasper, and fuck me: Cheez.
You need to get it through your weird little masked head that this is High Roller’s Country!
Reese paused, and he snapped his fingers.
Reese: I almost forgot! Your partner, Big Bone.
Reese rolled his eyes, and shook his head before he snorted.
Reese: If you are a 1955 Futura? That dude is an Edsel. What is that? This dude is some NLW reject and he comes in here holding your hand, riding your coattails, and thinks he has what it takes to step in the ring with us?
You’re kidding me right? I watched some tape, and this dude used to have a monkey? You boys should go find that monkey because he has more sense than the pair of you put together. I am dead serious, you have the most useless bigger partner since that Edinburgh Donkey of Cheez’s.
The blonde reappeared, and laughed musically before she laid a hand on his shoulder.
Blonde: He’s the Glasgow Bull.
Reese: That’s what I said, I guess it is better than Fox’s Bristol Goat or whatever he is.
Reese turned, an arm sliding around the girl’s waist as they headed up towards the mansion.
Reese: You see this? This is Bugatti Chiron Pur Sport! This is the most expensive car in the world, this is a three point three million dollar piece of bleeding edge space age technology! This is what peak performance looks like!
This is a symbol of excellence, this is a symbol of prestige, this is a symbol of having it! IT!
He runs a hand reverently along the car’s gleaming lines, nodding before he walks around it slowly as he continues.
Reese: This a 1479 horsepower machine built for speed, built for performance! There are only 60 of these babies in the world!
I am talking titanium exhaust pipes, I am talking an 8 liter quad turbo charged engine! This is a work of art. This is a machine worthy of a champion!
Reese frowns, and turns with a shake of his head before he frowns. He pulls out his phone and holds it up to reveal a picture of the Domini-cruiser.
Reese: Look at this. God, what year did this relic escape from 1955? Come on, what is this? Like this is a champion’s car in CAR? Are you serious? This is the standard of racing in the XHF?
And that brings me to the point.
He shoved his phone into his jacket, and he tugged on it as he walked along the side of the car. A hand reaching up to smooth back his golden hair.
Reese: Crane and I? We look like champions, we are champions! You may not like us, but we get the job done! We are the peak of performance in the WUK! We are the heart and soul of the High Roller’s Club!
And if you don’t believe me? Look what we did at Revolution, we crushed the heart of Kasper Van Zant! We lured the second–
Reese smirked, winking his bright blue eye at the camera.
Reese: -SECOND longest reigning champion in the history of this company into a trap! And we left Kasper laying in that ring! And we also left those fucking jokes the Tilted Cartdridges laying in the ring!
You know what? Cheez, I told you before and I will tell you again! You have no business in my world, you are just not on my level! And your thick necked Scotch daddy? He doesn’t either, and so when Wes and I take care of our business in Fulham? Look us up, because I will be happy to make sure you’re both DONE!
Reese laughed that obnoxious laugh of his, and grinned as he laid a hand on the hood of his car. And he shrugged as he leaned towards the camera as he continued.
Reese: And that brings me back to you, Lord Dominicus. You are alot like your Domini-cruiser, yeah I suppose you have a history, and I suppose you have a legacy such as it is! But when compared to say today’s standards? Which is the High Rollers?
Well, you come up just a little short don’t you? You’re a long way from the days when you were the Triple Crown of wherever, you’re a long way from the days you were relevant! Because now? You’re just a placeholder, a two time WUK transitional champion! And after my boy, Wes takes the WUK Heavyweight Title out of your grubby hands in Paris?
At Fulham we finish the job and take the WUK Tag Team Titles back where they belong!
Reese grinned, leaning back as he started to walk around the gleaming golden car once more as he seemed to be watching his own reflection in it. A shrug, and he looked up with a shake of his head.
Reese: You think because you beat those two freakshow rejects that Fox scraped up from the backwoods of Cornwall you are on our level? My man, please, just stop embarrassing yourself! You’re the Vantablack Savior? WUK doesn’t need saving except from the mediocrity of people like you, Kasper, and fuck me: Cheez.
You need to get it through your weird little masked head that this is High Roller’s Country!
Reese paused, and he snapped his fingers.
Reese: I almost forgot! Your partner, Big Bone.
Reese rolled his eyes, and shook his head before he snorted.
Reese: If you are a 1955 Futura? That dude is an Edsel. What is that? This dude is some NLW reject and he comes in here holding your hand, riding your coattails, and thinks he has what it takes to step in the ring with us?
You’re kidding me right? I watched some tape, and this dude used to have a monkey? You boys should go find that monkey because he has more sense than the pair of you put together. I am dead serious, you have the most useless bigger partner since that Edinburgh Donkey of Cheez’s.
The blonde reappeared, and laughed musically before she laid a hand on his shoulder.
Blonde: He’s the Glasgow Bull.
Reese: That’s what I said, I guess it is better than Fox’s Bristol Goat or whatever he is.
Reese turned, an arm sliding around the girl’s waist as they headed up towards the mansion.
