Breakfast with Reese.
Sept 27, 2024 0:20:21 GMT -5
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Post by Preston Reese on Sept 27, 2024 0:20:21 GMT -5
Reese: Jesus Christ. Lord Dominicus is a weird dude, I have heard more about his car or his mask than I ever wanted to. Who knows what him and his gimp are getting into in the back of it!
Warrick grunted, arching a brow as he looked up from across the table. Reese rolled his eyes, and tossed down the tablet before he took a drink of his coffee, a frown before he sat it aside.
Reese: What the hell is this? Is this domestic coffee? Come on, I am going to fire this maid if this shit keeps up. I want decent coffee. Is that so much to ask? I have to sit here and listen to Lord Dominicus drone on and on about this, that, and the other thing! How he did this or that in XYZ come on!
Listen, he can do whatever he wants in these other companies because let me tell you what! I wasn’t there, Wesley Crane wasn’t there!
Warrick nodded, not seeming to mind the coffee as Reese leaned back. He shook his head, and looked around before he continued with a sneer.
Reese: Then he goes on and on about HKW, as if HKW wasn’t poaching from us! Probably just upset he didn’t get a call to go do some bits between commercials! Valentine needed something relevant to prop up his roster of retirement home escapees!
Oh, we tour? Once again, we are in demand! I know Lord Dominicus is confused though because no one wants to see his ass.
Fuck this dude is a loser.
Warrick shrugged, and he slide a plate of bagels across the table. Reese waved them away, snorting as he tapped his fingers against the wood.
Reese: She probably picked those up at the same dumpster fire she got that coffee. Speaking of dumpster fires? What the hell is Fox going on about? JD Vance? Come on dude, these brits are weird as fuck.
He should be happy that Blood double booked Crane, probably the only thing giving him a chance of winning. He beat Watts twice?
Crane beats Watts like he owes him money.
Warrick laughed, and then he frowned.
Warrick: Donz–
Reese: He lucked out, just like Lord Big Bone lucked out when we lost in that tournament! Well, Dominicus and his gimp need to understand that time is running out! We run this division, not the Dark Stars, and not Goatboy and Owlman, not the Bull and the Beard, and certainly not Cheez and his burly protector!
Reese and Crane, baby! The High Rollers!
We are going to run these dudes off, just like we ran off the Pirates of the Mississippi, or the Conquest Bros, or those weird British Bikers with the leather chaps! We run this division all day!
Fuck, we run this whole company! Ask Kasper if you can find her ass.
Reese waved a hand angrily, and then he flung himself from his chair. He stalked across the kitchen, and dug into the fridge. He muttered, cursing to himself before he returned with a pitcher of orange juice. He poured himself a drink, and took a swig.
Reese: Seriously! And then he talks shit on my car? He drives around in that reject from the 50’s, and insults the most expensive car in the world! Listen, if he wants a race? I will give him a race!
Probably should stick to racing, since you know he is just holding that belt for the moment!
Lord Transitional-icus.
Warrick laughed at that, and Reese smirked from behind his glass of orange juice. And he leaned closer, smirking.
Reese: At Legacy 30, we are keeping the Tag Team Titles! And then I am going into the Battle of Britain, and I will win! And than? Every belt in this entire company will be back where they belong!
The High Roller’s Club!
Reese rose then, and walked across the kitchen before he disappeared into another room. You could hear him banging around, and Warrick grunted as he started to go through the mail. He opened a letter, and stared at it.
Reese: Where is the damned vodka?
Warrick: Boss, you are being sued?
Reese popped his head in the door, and he pointed angrily.
Reese: Graves again? That son of a–
Warrick shook his head, holding up the letter.
Warrick: Commandrix.
Reese blinked.
Reese: What?
Warrick: She says the name Starkiller has been trademarked by the clerks of the court of Shakar for the Dark Stars, and you are in violation of the copyright clauses of the Shadow Proclamation.
Reese mouthed the words, and then stalked across the room to grab the letter. He read it, and then flung the letter down as he stalked off.
Reese: Get Henderson!
Warrick grunted, arching a brow as he looked up from across the table. Reese rolled his eyes, and tossed down the tablet before he took a drink of his coffee, a frown before he sat it aside.
Reese: What the hell is this? Is this domestic coffee? Come on, I am going to fire this maid if this shit keeps up. I want decent coffee. Is that so much to ask? I have to sit here and listen to Lord Dominicus drone on and on about this, that, and the other thing! How he did this or that in XYZ come on!
Listen, he can do whatever he wants in these other companies because let me tell you what! I wasn’t there, Wesley Crane wasn’t there!
Warrick nodded, not seeming to mind the coffee as Reese leaned back. He shook his head, and looked around before he continued with a sneer.
Reese: Then he goes on and on about HKW, as if HKW wasn’t poaching from us! Probably just upset he didn’t get a call to go do some bits between commercials! Valentine needed something relevant to prop up his roster of retirement home escapees!
Oh, we tour? Once again, we are in demand! I know Lord Dominicus is confused though because no one wants to see his ass.
Fuck this dude is a loser.
Warrick shrugged, and he slide a plate of bagels across the table. Reese waved them away, snorting as he tapped his fingers against the wood.
Reese: She probably picked those up at the same dumpster fire she got that coffee. Speaking of dumpster fires? What the hell is Fox going on about? JD Vance? Come on dude, these brits are weird as fuck.
He should be happy that Blood double booked Crane, probably the only thing giving him a chance of winning. He beat Watts twice?
Crane beats Watts like he owes him money.
Warrick laughed, and then he frowned.
Warrick: Donz–
Reese: He lucked out, just like Lord Big Bone lucked out when we lost in that tournament! Well, Dominicus and his gimp need to understand that time is running out! We run this division, not the Dark Stars, and not Goatboy and Owlman, not the Bull and the Beard, and certainly not Cheez and his burly protector!
Reese and Crane, baby! The High Rollers!
We are going to run these dudes off, just like we ran off the Pirates of the Mississippi, or the Conquest Bros, or those weird British Bikers with the leather chaps! We run this division all day!
Fuck, we run this whole company! Ask Kasper if you can find her ass.
Reese waved a hand angrily, and then he flung himself from his chair. He stalked across the kitchen, and dug into the fridge. He muttered, cursing to himself before he returned with a pitcher of orange juice. He poured himself a drink, and took a swig.
Reese: Seriously! And then he talks shit on my car? He drives around in that reject from the 50’s, and insults the most expensive car in the world! Listen, if he wants a race? I will give him a race!
Probably should stick to racing, since you know he is just holding that belt for the moment!
Lord Transitional-icus.
Warrick laughed at that, and Reese smirked from behind his glass of orange juice. And he leaned closer, smirking.
Reese: At Legacy 30, we are keeping the Tag Team Titles! And then I am going into the Battle of Britain, and I will win! And than? Every belt in this entire company will be back where they belong!
The High Roller’s Club!
Reese rose then, and walked across the kitchen before he disappeared into another room. You could hear him banging around, and Warrick grunted as he started to go through the mail. He opened a letter, and stared at it.
Reese: Where is the damned vodka?
Warrick: Boss, you are being sued?
Reese popped his head in the door, and he pointed angrily.
Reese: Graves again? That son of a–
Warrick shook his head, holding up the letter.
Warrick: Commandrix.
Reese blinked.
Reese: What?
Warrick: She says the name Starkiller has been trademarked by the clerks of the court of Shakar for the Dark Stars, and you are in violation of the copyright clauses of the Shadow Proclamation.
Reese mouthed the words, and then stalked across the room to grab the letter. He read it, and then flung the letter down as he stalked off.
Reese: Get Henderson!
