Post by Frank Windsor on Jun 5, 2021 15:43:15 GMT -5
They sat there outside of what had been a modest family apartment in Bradford, Yorkshire, England. The street was not deathly quiet. The dark that usually drove everyone indoors has lured an alarming number of people outside onto the street. It looked like a street from some post-apocalyptic world. A couple necked on the bonnet of a burnt out car; an old man walked his dog whilst swinging a baseball bat around; a group of teenagers dressed all in khaki played kick about with squashed red bull cans in front of graffiti covered garages across the street, disrupting the quiet with laughter and the clank of aluminium hitting pavement. Their Black BMW is parked outside of someone’s home.
Having exited the driver’s door of the BMW Finn Corbyn surveyed the street with a look of disdain upon his face. He was sans his usual garish wrestling getup and was dressed casually in a t-shirt with the logo “Forever a Bastard” upon it and jeans. He went over to the front door and knocked. From the passenger side appeared Natalia Santiago. She was dressed in her usual get up.
“Is this really it?” Natalia asked her Alaskan accent evident. “Do you really think he’ll do it? He hasn’t spoken to me in a while.”
“If anyone can convince him to do this it’s you Nat. Do you think you’re up to seeing him?” Finn asked. “We have a match to prepare for. And if Frank’s not ready to take his place alongside Rob we will need to look for someone else to replace him. Word is Rob has been talking to PT Merciless about coming out of retirement just in case. Having PT back in talks with Rob is like the American’s letting the orange Cheetos back in the White House so hopefully we convince Frank.”
“I know,” Natalia said with disdain. “Ever since this Covid thing happened Frank has locked himself away. I’ve been stuck abroad and with travel bans haven’t managed to get to see him for nearly a year.”
The door slowly opened and there he stands, Frank Windsor, it wasn’t that he stood there in what seemed just a pair of white boxer shorts and the GCW World Heavyweight Championship belt but it was because he had put on weight, lots of weight. He looked at Natalia and Finn with a blank look not giving anything away, no emotion, nothing for a few seconds before he realised who they were. He had not seen or heard anything from them in a while.
“Natalia?” he asked. “Finn? What brings you fuckers to my neck of the woods? If you’d fucking told me you were coming I’d have fucking told you it’s not fucking safe to be here. You can catch the fucking bug from any of those assholes out there, they don’t fucking discriminate. Look at them; they ain’t even wearing fucking masks. It’s not safe in the UK at the moment now we have all these fucking variants. The Injun one is so fucked up Finn but don’t get me fucking started on the one from Essex.”
Natalia doesn't even blink at Frank’s emotional outburst.
"Finn?” he asked. “I can’t believe you’re fucking here guys. Wait, you’re fucking up to something, I know that fucking look you have on your face."
Smiling Finn looked up and down the street nervously before abruptly turning back to his mentor and looked directly into his eyes.
"Not going to invite us in Frank?" Finn asked. “What’s happen to you Frank? It’s not even been a year and you look like you’re badly out of shape brah. I think we’ve made a mistake Nat.”
“No Finn,” Natalia said. “Let’s run it passed him.”
Frank turned sideways letting Natalia access to his house. Natalia laughed and pushed past her boyfriend into the living room, Finn followed close behind. Natalia looked around at the sparsely decorated room, very neat. She picked up a picture frame, showing Finn as a picture of the three members of the Bastards, nodding she put it back onto the mantel piece.
“So what happened to you?” Natalia said. “I know you guys were in strict lockdown but you could have at least tried to keep in wrestling condition just in case something popped up.”
Frank stood behind her as Finn sat down and tried to make himself at home on the sofa exhaling wearily. Natalia removed a vanilla envelope and put it on top of her knees. Natalia seemed a little nervous as she was in the presence of the boyfriend she’d not seen in a while.
“What are you fucking saying Nat?” Frank said as he looked shocked. “I tried to keep fucking fit in the early days of the lock down by chasing a fucking chicken around the back garden. Was alright until it fucking de-frosted and fell to fucking bits. One of its fucking drumsticks was pulled the fuck off by the rope that was secured to the Swing ball set. I also had a fucking bouncy castle out there to get some training on too.”
“Bouncy Castle?” Finn laughed. “How in the hell would that help?”
“It was helping with my fucking cardio,” Frank said. “Bouncy Castle now has a puncture in it from when I was listening that band that was pimped out by Rob; Precious McDougall, My Precious Penis, Previously Convicted or some fucking shit like that. As I was bouncing around on it one of my cock sucking neighbours thought it was start of the fucking Purge and punctured the fucking castle with an arrow. I’m still not fucking sure it wasn’t a fucking accident.”
“So talking about Rob,” Natalia started. “When was the last time you spoke to him?”
“Last time I spoke to the Big Dog?” Frank thought to himself a bit. “I think it fucking was when we were on the Zoom funeral thing for Fowler I fucking think. Memories a bit fucking sketchy though as it was during the first lockdown and as you know I was all alone. Did Fowler get fucking cremated or did his baby mama melt him down into a fucking diamond? Rob will have to tell you mate especially as I’ve not fucking spoken to him for a while. But I’ve been watching his fucking stuff with Boris and Van Tam on the TV all the time.”
“What?” Finn said. “That ain’t Rob. It’s Chris Witty.”
“Chris Witty?” Frank said. “I did wonder when Rob had the fucking time to learn all that shit about medical fucking shit. Rob has been keeping the people of fucking blighty informed about this fucking pandemic.”
“Okay,” Natalia said with a look of shock upon her face.
Frank looked at Finn before finally he turned to his Natalia, "So what are you guys here for? It’s not just a visit to see how I’m fucking doing is it?"
Finn smiled, “This is true Frank, but it was my idea. Rob is trying to get the gang back together. He’s found us an opportunity to get the wrestling back in business. The XHF Network has a pay per view on and Rob’s managed to get us in on the action.”
“Oh?” Frank asked. “Did he? What are you talking about? You know what, I’ve not got a single fuck to give when it comes to the XHF after what they did to us last time but who has he managed to get to join this fucking shit-fest? Rob’s got no pull anymore since the last time we met in MY fucking ring.”
“Yes, Rob knows all about the history he has with you and that GCW World Heavyweight Championship belt but he thought history went back further with you mate,” Finn said. “You and the rest of the Bastards were one of the biggest factions in this industry Frank. Multiple championships belts across multiple promotions. You were big Frank.”
Laughing out loud Natalia nodded. "Come on Finn, we need to move on. Do you think in his condition he would even be able to team with Rob let alone Chris Parsons......."
“Chris Parsons?” Frank laughed. “That walking fucking penis cannot hang with Frank fucking Windsor. That tiny fingered, cyclops faced shit gibbon cannot carry my fucking jock Nat and you know what I’m saying Nat. Which other ignorant fuck puppets has he conned into joining him?”
She shook her head.
“You used to be the hottest commodity in wrestling back in the day,” Natalia said. “So why should you be bothered who Rob has got as you’d usually come in and say something about doing it all yourself.”
Frank smiled ever so slightly, "So Rob and Parsons, who else? The sad reality is that the human race is devolving Nat. It will be up to science to right this sinking ship and correct our race somehow and if Rob wants to go down with it why should I? I am the current reigning AND defending GCW World Heavyweight Champion and what’s he?"
Natalia looked very angry, her face turned red. Her nostrils flared up and she jumped up and moved to go nose to nose with Frank but Finn stopped her.
“He doesn’t need you now really Frank,” Natalia said. “He was just trying to throw you a bone as he knew you two had history and had not had any real time to mourn the passing of Billy Fowler but if you don’t see that then………….”
“He’s apologising for being a prize fucking egotistical plonker?” Frank said. “Really? Are you going to be playing that card to get me on side? How fucking quaint. And Rob going back into fucking wrestling? He always talked about signing up for fucking Love Island but we told him he was old enough to be most of the totty on that shows dad but that wouldn’t stop him.”
Natalia is taken aback slightly, laughed and then sat back down.
“So the three of you will be joined by Andrew Morgan and Kintaru to make the ultimate team,” Natalia said. “When you bypass the wit and irony you believe you have and strike with blatant hypocrisy, you should be on this team Frank. Most people think you are a loud mouthed, self-absorbed, materialistic fame hungry whore hanging on Rob’s coat tails. And that was mainly just from Billy Fowler’s mouth. The rest of the wrestling world hates how you turned into the Man and it’s justified. Do you not see it Frank?”
“It is not all about you Natalia,” Frank said. “It’s all about me.”
“Can you not feel it? It’s in the air,” Natalia said. “You need to get with the program. I know you should be in GSP……………”
“GSP?” Frank interrupted. “What in the fuck is that? Wait don’t fucking tell me, this is fucking a team named by Rob Riot so it’s got to be something like Group Sex Please or Glorious Sexual Predators right? Tell me I’m right?”
“Galactic Sex Pirates actually,” Natalia continued. “It’s always about something to get noticed Frank.”
“Galactic Sex Pirates?” asked Frank. “Galactic Sex Pests more fucking like? Riot been abducted by those cock sucking aliens again and they’ve let him anal probe some of those grey fucking aliens again with that black dildo of his? The ones that look like the mutant love child of Ronnie Corbett and the one that dresses up as a school fucking kid in the fucking Krankies. He ain’t Captain fucking Kirk bro.”
Natalia looked at Finn as if he needed some kind of acknowledgement.
“Have you not seen him beating all the best that the wrestling industry had to throw at him?” she asked. “He was a fucking wrestling Icon back in the days. With what was going on with fucking XHF with those other promotions trying to get him to come out of retirement full time it is going to be fun times.”
"Your point?" Frank asked. “Why should I bail him out when he turned his back on me?”
Natalia took a flask of vodka from the pocket of her bag and unscrewed the cap. She took a swig and then offered Frank a mercy toast. “Talking about bailing out stuff, it is prison based but if you’re not ready to get out of your lock down then why should we try and convince you.”
“Maybe we should just agree to disagree,” Frank said. “I did have good times back in the days especially when I had an epiphany when I was on my own in lock down.”
Natalia laughed, “Epiphany? Oh funny that you talk about that.”
Frank smiled. “Oh what made you so fucking jaded Natalia? Why are you like this? When I met you when you were a wrestler for NEW you weren’t like this were you? Why did you turn out this way?”
“Way?” Natalia inquired. “Really? If you think that the Bastards weren’t broken because of what you did to Rob and Billy then it is you that is deluded. Come on Frank, think about it. You are pathetic and this was a mistake.”
She got up and headed for the front door.
Finn stood up and looked at Frank in the face, “So is that your final answer?”
“Yeah,” Frank said. “I ain’t going too………………………..”
The sound of a Taser comes from behind him and Frank goes down faster than Gary Glitter at a school play.
Frank woke up secured to a gurney. The straps made sure the former professional wrestler could not escape from the secure compound that he had been brought to. His hair had fallen across his eyes and he was unable to move it.
He was dressed in orange jumpsuit trousers and he was wearing the same type of t-shirt Finn had been wearing earlier. Sweat flowed down his face.
“What in the actual fuck?” he said. “Which of you fucking cock wombles did this to me?”