Post by Preston Reese on Sept 9, 2024 18:39:55 GMT -5
Inside a small neat room in the back of the arena sits Archie Rude, he leans back in the seat. Absently adjusting his tie before he turned to face the man across from him. That man was Preston Andre Reese, who was wearing a designer dark grey suit. It was clearly an expensive suit, and he absently adjusted his sleeves to show off his golden cuff links. Behind him frowning in a black suit was Warrick.
Reese leaned forward, and Rude cleared his throat.
Rude: You asked for this interview to discuss your match on Legacy?
Reese: Yes, yes I did! I am out here, every week representing WUK! Representing the absolute best in this business the High Roller’s Club! I am one half of the WUK Tag Team Champions! And for some reason?
Reese took a deep breath, shaking his head before a fist was pressed against his mouth.
Reese: I am forced to face off against three fucking lunatics and their weird ass girlfriends at Legacy! I am a former WUK Commonwealth Champion! I am a second generation wrestler, my father is a Hall of Famer! Do you know that!
Rude stared, but Reese clearly expected an answer.
Rude: You had mentioned that.
Reese: Right! Right! And I am being forced to fight two guys who think they are alien space gladiators from the future? Are you serious right now? Have you seen those guys? They are menaces! I could be injured! I have to defend these WUK Tag Titles at the next show!
Reese looked to Warrick, who laid a hand on his shoulder. Reese nodded, and turned back to Rude.
Reese: Speaking of lunatics! It is not bad enough I have to face off with that weirdo and his partner Big Bone again! Now I may have to face the Oblivion Death Squad? Have you seen those fuckers? They are monsters!
Rude made a face, and he swallowed. Like most WUK announcers he had a healthy fear of the ODS or anyone else from Donzig-gun.
Rude: Yes.
Reese: And Commandrix? I am not fighting some low budget sci fi dominatrix, man! That is bullshit, this is what Blood thinks is a draw? I am a star!
Rude nodded, and Reese leaned back as he shook his blonde head. A frown, and he shrugged.
Reese: Goth? Have you seen that guy? He’s some kind of death cultuist hardcore freak! And his woman is a vampire? I don’t need this shit! I am one of the biggest draws in this company! You think someone in the back would know I have a title defense! You would think they would know I have to win the Battle of Britain!
Reese slammed his hands down on the arms of the chair, rising angrily. He walked back and forth, loosening his tie before he cried out. Warrick staring at him as Rude blinked.
Reese: I am fighting for my life, man! I am fighting for my life! They trying to take it all away, my career! My life! Can you see that?
Rude blinked, nodding slowly before Reese turned away from him. His head bowed towards the wall, and his shoulders shook as Warrick rolled his eyes. Rude gaped, and started to rise before Reese stopped. He turned, flashing a wide grin before he started to laugh.
Rude: What?
Reese: And scene!
Reese snapped his fingers, and Warrick handed him a drink.
Reese: That was called acting, Rude! Because that is the only way I could ever be worried about a fucking cluster of clowns like the Dark Stars and Psychotic Goth! Goth out here acting like he is on a rampage because he beat Godfrey and Watts?
Rude grunted.
Rude: Sinclair Godfrey is a multiple time–
Reese waved his hand.
Reese: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever.
Rude: Watts is a former–
Reese snorted, sipping at his drink.
Reese: Former, keyword is a former. My dude is a flash in the pan.
Rude snorted, and Reese frowned as he dropped back into his seat. He took a swallow of his scotch, and waved the glass.
Reese: As if some crazy old man from parts unknown who bellows in ancient dialects is a threat to the High Roller’s Club! Please! Listen when we are done with the Dragon of WUK, he will be lucky to be one in piece! I am a former WUK Commonwealth Champion, I am one half of the WUK Tag Team Champions! My partner is a former WUK Tag Team Champion, he–
Rude: Partners.
Reese: Partners? Yeah, like I said Rage is–
Rude rolled his eyes.
Rude: And Cage.
Reese blinked, and looked to Warrick. He lifted a hand, and Warrick shrugged.
Reese: Who?
Rude sighed.
Rude: Nevermind.
Reese took a drink, and waved the glass.
Reese: And as for the Dark Stars? You know what after we kick the piss out of Bad to the Bone, and maybe the ODS? Maybe me and Wes will give Commandrix’s powerbottoms a pity match! We will give the Dark Stars another chance to lose to the WUK Tag Team Champions!
Rude stared.
Rude: Are you saying if you retain the belts, that after BoB III you would face one of the most decorated teams –
Reese cut him off, ignoring the look on Warrick’s face as the big man shook his head.
Reese: Yeah, yeah, yeah. One of the most decorated teams in Sector 2814, or the Romulan Star Empire, or the Expanse or whatever. I don’t care.
Rude stared, and he turned to the camera.
Reese: Listen, Dark Stars? You think you can beat me and Wes? Fuck that. There isn’t going to be a chance in hell of that after me and the boys clean your clocks at Legacy! And as for you Goth? Look at this beating as a rehearsal for the beatdown you will be getting at the hands of Rage at BoB!
You can scream in the ancient dialect of jobbers about it.
Reese leaned forward, and Rude cleared his throat.
Rude: You asked for this interview to discuss your match on Legacy?
Reese: Yes, yes I did! I am out here, every week representing WUK! Representing the absolute best in this business the High Roller’s Club! I am one half of the WUK Tag Team Champions! And for some reason?
Reese took a deep breath, shaking his head before a fist was pressed against his mouth.
Reese: I am forced to face off against three fucking lunatics and their weird ass girlfriends at Legacy! I am a former WUK Commonwealth Champion! I am a second generation wrestler, my father is a Hall of Famer! Do you know that!
Rude stared, but Reese clearly expected an answer.
Rude: You had mentioned that.
Reese: Right! Right! And I am being forced to fight two guys who think they are alien space gladiators from the future? Are you serious right now? Have you seen those guys? They are menaces! I could be injured! I have to defend these WUK Tag Titles at the next show!
Reese looked to Warrick, who laid a hand on his shoulder. Reese nodded, and turned back to Rude.
Reese: Speaking of lunatics! It is not bad enough I have to face off with that weirdo and his partner Big Bone again! Now I may have to face the Oblivion Death Squad? Have you seen those fuckers? They are monsters!
Rude made a face, and he swallowed. Like most WUK announcers he had a healthy fear of the ODS or anyone else from Donzig-gun.
Rude: Yes.
Reese: And Commandrix? I am not fighting some low budget sci fi dominatrix, man! That is bullshit, this is what Blood thinks is a draw? I am a star!
Rude nodded, and Reese leaned back as he shook his blonde head. A frown, and he shrugged.
Reese: Goth? Have you seen that guy? He’s some kind of death cultuist hardcore freak! And his woman is a vampire? I don’t need this shit! I am one of the biggest draws in this company! You think someone in the back would know I have a title defense! You would think they would know I have to win the Battle of Britain!
Reese slammed his hands down on the arms of the chair, rising angrily. He walked back and forth, loosening his tie before he cried out. Warrick staring at him as Rude blinked.
Reese: I am fighting for my life, man! I am fighting for my life! They trying to take it all away, my career! My life! Can you see that?
Rude blinked, nodding slowly before Reese turned away from him. His head bowed towards the wall, and his shoulders shook as Warrick rolled his eyes. Rude gaped, and started to rise before Reese stopped. He turned, flashing a wide grin before he started to laugh.
Rude: What?
Reese: And scene!
Reese snapped his fingers, and Warrick handed him a drink.
Reese: That was called acting, Rude! Because that is the only way I could ever be worried about a fucking cluster of clowns like the Dark Stars and Psychotic Goth! Goth out here acting like he is on a rampage because he beat Godfrey and Watts?
Rude grunted.
Rude: Sinclair Godfrey is a multiple time–
Reese waved his hand.
Reese: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever.
Rude: Watts is a former–
Reese snorted, sipping at his drink.
Reese: Former, keyword is a former. My dude is a flash in the pan.
Rude snorted, and Reese frowned as he dropped back into his seat. He took a swallow of his scotch, and waved the glass.
Reese: As if some crazy old man from parts unknown who bellows in ancient dialects is a threat to the High Roller’s Club! Please! Listen when we are done with the Dragon of WUK, he will be lucky to be one in piece! I am a former WUK Commonwealth Champion, I am one half of the WUK Tag Team Champions! My partner is a former WUK Tag Team Champion, he–
Rude: Partners.
Reese: Partners? Yeah, like I said Rage is–
Rude rolled his eyes.
Rude: And Cage.
Reese blinked, and looked to Warrick. He lifted a hand, and Warrick shrugged.
Reese: Who?
Rude sighed.
Rude: Nevermind.
Reese took a drink, and waved the glass.
Reese: And as for the Dark Stars? You know what after we kick the piss out of Bad to the Bone, and maybe the ODS? Maybe me and Wes will give Commandrix’s powerbottoms a pity match! We will give the Dark Stars another chance to lose to the WUK Tag Team Champions!
Rude stared.
Rude: Are you saying if you retain the belts, that after BoB III you would face one of the most decorated teams –
Reese cut him off, ignoring the look on Warrick’s face as the big man shook his head.
Reese: Yeah, yeah, yeah. One of the most decorated teams in Sector 2814, or the Romulan Star Empire, or the Expanse or whatever. I don’t care.
Rude stared, and he turned to the camera.
Reese: Listen, Dark Stars? You think you can beat me and Wes? Fuck that. There isn’t going to be a chance in hell of that after me and the boys clean your clocks at Legacy! And as for you Goth? Look at this beating as a rehearsal for the beatdown you will be getting at the hands of Rage at BoB!
You can scream in the ancient dialect of jobbers about it.
