Stick It To The ReV

[fowler]

Billy Fowler stands alone in the middle of a training ring, covered in a canvas emblazoned with The Bastards logo. The small unit in which the ring is set up is dimly lit. Fowler looks down to his side and in his right hand is a kendo stick. He lifts it slows and admires it.

He pats his chest with his left hand before swinging the weapon through the air a few times.



“You might think that I’m a little bit pissed after what my teammates did to me…”



He rubs his chest again, reminding himself of the beating he received on the bus.



“You might think that I would love to wrap my big old hands around the skinny little neck of Parsons right now…”



He lifts the kendo stick and looks at it smiling. Pausing to build deliberate tension.



“Well… you’d be wrong…

I roll with a bunch of men who know how to pay their dues and I’m no different. I made a mistake…no, fuck that…I made a fuck up!

I let the team down, and where we come from you take what’s coming to you when you’re not in the game.



But I’m back. I’m out here throwing some punches and throws, and I’m joined by my friend here.”



Fowler swings the kendo stick again.



“You see Neo James Carner, me and you are about to step into the ring and you had some rather choice words for me didn’t you. You claim that The ReVenants are the best faction in industry.

Wake up fella, you’re living in a GSP world now! Who you got that can compete with Rob Riot or Chris Parsons? Who you got that can hold a torch to the record of tag title reigns that Fowler and Windsor hold?



Time to face facts Neo, times they are a changing and Northern Pro Wrestling only has enough room for one dominant force. And bad luck, it’s not you and your friends.



As for me personally… Did I come out of retirement so I could stoke my ego? Do I want to make a spectacle of myself?



Listen here boy, I came of retirement because two Bastards pulled me back in to the business. Do I like having boys want to be me and women wanting to be under me? Do I like to sell more t-shirts than you could fit inside Wembley Stadium? ABSOLUTELY.

You see I’m here for a good time and a big pay cheque pal.

I don’t care about titles, I don’t care about wins and losses, all I care about is how many zeros are on the end of my bank balance and GSP…The Bastards…they add up to a whole lot of zeros!



Do I want to be a spectacle? No.

I want to make a spectacle out of you…



You see there is no faded vanity here. I didn’t have much vanity in my heyday mate, let alone now.

Your comments would be better placed at the feet of Rob Riot, he’s the one with an image and style complex. All I’ve ever been about is beating people up.

So I want you to ask yourself a question Mr Carner…



How much punishment do you think you can take? How may blows to your gut is it going to take before you crumple to the mat? How many slams before your back starts to shoot with crippling pain?

Just how many times do you think you can get one of your greasy hippy shoulders up off the mat after I try to powerbomb you through it?



There is no shame in staying down when you know you’re done mate. The challenge for you right now is to realise that you’re done before you have even started.

You need to find the nearest mirror and take a good long stare into it and come to terms with the fact that you’re already pinned and the Ref has reached three.



I didn’t come here looking for you Neo. I didn’t come here looking for your friends. This is just the hand that’s been played and its strictly business.

But… the fact is that sooner or later you would cross paths with us… this moment, this defeat, it was inevitable.

So you may well have me in your cross hair.



You can load up your Sympho-knee.



You can try and put me down.



But pure and simply…you won’t.



It’s still just the dawning of a new era around here Mr Carner.

The Galactic Sex Pirates are just warming up.

We’re getting all the decorations, food and drinks ready for the big party… and you’re all invited. You’ll all gather around and smile as you hand over your lives, your careers and your accolades to the GSP and accept us as who we are. THE GREATEST COLLECTION OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLERS IN THE WORLD!!!



So do the humble thing Neo and take it easy, don’t make it hard on yourself.

Like Rob Riot said, we’ve been fucking each other up for decades! And if we’ll came each other’s tits off just to prove a point….



What am I going to do to you?”



Fowler smiles and swings the kendo stick up over his shoulders before the lights suddenly cut out.