Post by "The High Roller" Wesley Crane on Oct 8, 2024 7:56:22 GMT -5
(Don asked me to write this to set up the BoB match.)
It’s right after the match between Wesley Crane and Bloodied Fox. Wesley storms through the backstage area looking more pissed off than usual. Instead of a cocky grin on his face, he has a look of frustration and anger. He opens the door of his luxurious locker room and barges inside. Suddenly, a loud crash can be heard. The cameraman hurries in to see a steel chair stuck in the sheetrock of the wall. Wesley has thrown the chair so hard that it’s destroyed the wall. The locker room door opens and in walks Wesley’s personal assistant, Henderson and Wesley’s “lady-friend”, Katie Moss (the number one interviewer for Wrestle: United Kingdom)... Henderson enters slowly, but Katie’s not waiting around. She pushes past Henderson and walks up to Wesley. She reaches her hand out to rub his back but he snaps at her.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Not now!”
Katie takes a step back. Wesley walks over to the fully stocked bar and pours himself a glass of whiskey. He pounds the entire glass and then pours himself another. The door opens again and this time it’s Preston Andre Reese. Wesley looks annoyed as ever.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “What in the actual fuck was all that out there? Tonight was a complete clusterfuck. Tonight was supposed to be a night that belonged to the High Rollers Club, but instead of that, we were made to look like fools.”
Preston Andre Reese: “Look, things weren’t supposed to go that way, I get it… but we’ll get them back. Bloodied Fox… Kasper Van Sl-”
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Get them back? We were supposed to take care of them tonight… and instead, the ball was dropped!” I’ve had enough. Where’s Rage and Cage?”
Preston Andre Reese: “Rage was hurt. He’s getting checked out by the WUK doctor.”
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Go check on him. We need him. He’s the Commonwealth champion and he has been called out… we need him to put the doubters to rest before he loses that championship.”
Katie steps forward.
Katie Moss: “Babe, take a deep breath. I think first things first, someone needs to check on him and make sure he’s okay.”
Wesley does as she says and takes a deep breath. He pounds his whiskey again, places the glass down on the bar and then walks over to the chair that's sticking out of the wall. He grabs the chair, rips it out of the wall and then swings it as hard as he can at his 146” Samsung television that costs $219,999.00 (go look it up, it’s a legit thing)... the screen shatters. Katie shakes her head in disbelief. Henderson jumps. Preston takes a step towards the door.
Preston Andre Reese: “I’m going to go check on Rage.”
Katie nods to Preston. Wesley turns and looks at everyone.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Good. Tell him I need him. I can’t afford to lose anyone in the Club right now.”
Preston turns and walks out the door.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Alright, cameraman, get over here! Katie, I need you to make sure everyone sees this…”
Wesley looks into the camera.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Kasper Van Za- Slam… This thing between us has gone on long enough. So at the Battle of Britain… You… Me… My World Extreme Championship… IN A FUCKING TERRORDOME MATCH! No High Rollers Club. No Slam’s. Just you, me and a bunch of weapons inside the dome, attached to the cage. It’s time for this war between us to end.”
With that said, Wesley shoves the cameraman towards the door.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Now get the fuck out!”
It’s right after the match between Wesley Crane and Bloodied Fox. Wesley storms through the backstage area looking more pissed off than usual. Instead of a cocky grin on his face, he has a look of frustration and anger. He opens the door of his luxurious locker room and barges inside. Suddenly, a loud crash can be heard. The cameraman hurries in to see a steel chair stuck in the sheetrock of the wall. Wesley has thrown the chair so hard that it’s destroyed the wall. The locker room door opens and in walks Wesley’s personal assistant, Henderson and Wesley’s “lady-friend”, Katie Moss (the number one interviewer for Wrestle: United Kingdom)... Henderson enters slowly, but Katie’s not waiting around. She pushes past Henderson and walks up to Wesley. She reaches her hand out to rub his back but he snaps at her.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Not now!”
Katie takes a step back. Wesley walks over to the fully stocked bar and pours himself a glass of whiskey. He pounds the entire glass and then pours himself another. The door opens again and this time it’s Preston Andre Reese. Wesley looks annoyed as ever.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “What in the actual fuck was all that out there? Tonight was a complete clusterfuck. Tonight was supposed to be a night that belonged to the High Rollers Club, but instead of that, we were made to look like fools.”
Preston Andre Reese: “Look, things weren’t supposed to go that way, I get it… but we’ll get them back. Bloodied Fox… Kasper Van Sl-”
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Get them back? We were supposed to take care of them tonight… and instead, the ball was dropped!” I’ve had enough. Where’s Rage and Cage?”
Preston Andre Reese: “Rage was hurt. He’s getting checked out by the WUK doctor.”
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Go check on him. We need him. He’s the Commonwealth champion and he has been called out… we need him to put the doubters to rest before he loses that championship.”
Katie steps forward.
Katie Moss: “Babe, take a deep breath. I think first things first, someone needs to check on him and make sure he’s okay.”
Wesley does as she says and takes a deep breath. He pounds his whiskey again, places the glass down on the bar and then walks over to the chair that's sticking out of the wall. He grabs the chair, rips it out of the wall and then swings it as hard as he can at his 146” Samsung television that costs $219,999.00 (go look it up, it’s a legit thing)... the screen shatters. Katie shakes her head in disbelief. Henderson jumps. Preston takes a step towards the door.
Preston Andre Reese: “I’m going to go check on Rage.”
Katie nods to Preston. Wesley turns and looks at everyone.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Good. Tell him I need him. I can’t afford to lose anyone in the Club right now.”
Preston turns and walks out the door.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Alright, cameraman, get over here! Katie, I need you to make sure everyone sees this…”
Wesley looks into the camera.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Kasper Van Za- Slam… This thing between us has gone on long enough. So at the Battle of Britain… You… Me… My World Extreme Championship… IN A FUCKING TERRORDOME MATCH! No High Rollers Club. No Slam’s. Just you, me and a bunch of weapons inside the dome, attached to the cage. It’s time for this war between us to end.”
With that said, Wesley shoves the cameraman towards the door.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Now get the fuck out!”
