Post by Frank Windsor on Aug 27, 2021 14:26:25 GMT -5
TIME FOR A CHANGE
Frank Windsor was sat on a metal chair in the middle of the locker room in some arena in Canada. They had just had a house show coming from their later tonight. The ring crew had got to the arena a few hours early to set up just how they liked it.
A camera man was playing with the video camera, shooting different angles of the locker room whilst stuff was going on around him. It looked like Frank had a lot on his mind especially with his trademark scowl having a scowl of its own.
"Ahheemmm,“ he said. “I haven't fucking got all day. Do you fucking know who I am for god’s sake? I am not a dried up Womble’s cunts like most of this locker room. Oh come on Camera-Man don’t give me a fucking trout pout bitch and do your fucking job."
The cameraman pressed record and nodded.
“Well we’ve had an amazing week in the world of professional fucking wrestling and the Bastards are what it is all about,” Frank muttered as he looked at the camera that filmed him. “First I should explain something to those of you that believe in what the Bastards are all about. We may be Galactic Sex Pirates but we are always Bastards first. You treat our brother Fowler like some feral dog in the street and we will come together and defend that brother. We may each take the proverbial fucking piss out of each other but at the end of the day we are the Bastards. Whilst Robbie and I are on the rise within this company, getting an awesome push mainly because we were part of the team that got to the final in the XHF pay per view but how you’re treating Fowler is complete bull shit.”
Frank looked down the lens.
“If the NPW want to continue down this road and bury my compatriot then we’ll going to have to go full Bastard on you and you’d not want to see that would you?” Frank continued. “You’ve seen parts of it coming out in recent weeks with Fowler’s frustration but remember you piss off one Bastard you piss off the unit. Rob and I are going to be bringing back those tag titles to the group and what has Fowler brought to the team as of late? Pure fucking randomness BUT that’s going to fucking change.”
He nodded as he picked up his sunglasses.
“Talking about change you may have seen that since I’ve been on my Covid diet the weight has been fucking dropping off of me and now I’m in much better shape,” he said. “Also I got rid of the long hair and beard and got back to being a bit more like myself, the greatest professional wrestler on the planet and not just comedy fucking relief in the GSP. I’ve got in this shape and now it’s time to get serious. The GSP are what is rejuvenating this whole business and we’ve come to set this place alight. You’ve got the Revenants and punks like the KGB who are complete bollocks when it comes to things with this group of likeminded assholes that want to showcase the skills we bring to the game. It’s time for us to put the plan that we had at our inception comes into fucking fruition.”
A smirk appeared on his face.
“So let’s stop dicking around and get back to what the Bastards do best and that’s fucking shit up,” Frank stated. “We may be the Network’s owner’s favourite thing since sliced bread but that’s nothing really when you see the talent on it which was why after Call to arms the NPW started to throw silly money at all those involved in a way to elevate this Canadian promotion. It needed something to elevate it to the next level and GSP were it. Now for the fucking future, Robbie and I will be the next tag champions for this company. After beating the Dork Stars and those other enhancement talentless ones we now have to face off against the current Imperial Crown Tag Champions, Timeless.”
The opened from outside the locker room and Fowler and Riot came in from their match.
“Timeless?” he said. “Alex Turner and Primal have both as a fucking unit been quite dominant but they ain’t come across a team like the Bastards. This is supposed to be one of the two main events for Honour’s special show Fight for the fallen. First off let’s talk about these self-proclaimed fallen. Bit insensitive of the front office don’t you think? Fallen? Those fuckers mainly jumped when those planes hit the towers. What did they think would happen? Some fucking miracle and they’d float Mary Poppins style to the floor? No, those fuckers went splat; just like if you’re driving and a fly flies into your windscreen of your car. Can’t defy gravity; Fowler’s tried but fell flat on his face. This show may just be shown live just after the anniversary of 9-11 but this show is really about the dominance of the Galactic Sex Pirates.”
Riot nodded.
“Oh how can we be this arrogant and disgraceful I hear you asking,” Frank said. “But beating Timeless is going to be the cherry on the cake. Look at Primal; hell please somebody needs to take a look at that Sasquatch looking fucker and send his ass to the asylum. This furry fuck-tard seems to be wearing his freaky-ass sister’s crotch less panties as a face mask and nobody bats and eyelid.”
Fowler shook his head.
“This is why the Bastards are at the top of this freaking business,” he said. “You see we’re going to this Honour show and destroy Primal and Turner and bring those tag belts back to GSP. Now get the fuck out of the Bastards locker room as we’ve got strategies to fucking talk about.”
“Nice,” Riot said. “Twisted but nice. Now let’s see what we can do to get under their skin.”
A camera man was playing with the video camera, shooting different angles of the locker room whilst stuff was going on around him. It looked like Frank had a lot on his mind especially with his trademark scowl having a scowl of its own.
"Ahheemmm,“ he said. “I haven't fucking got all day. Do you fucking know who I am for god’s sake? I am not a dried up Womble’s cunts like most of this locker room. Oh come on Camera-Man don’t give me a fucking trout pout bitch and do your fucking job."
The cameraman pressed record and nodded.
“Well we’ve had an amazing week in the world of professional fucking wrestling and the Bastards are what it is all about,” Frank muttered as he looked at the camera that filmed him. “First I should explain something to those of you that believe in what the Bastards are all about. We may be Galactic Sex Pirates but we are always Bastards first. You treat our brother Fowler like some feral dog in the street and we will come together and defend that brother. We may each take the proverbial fucking piss out of each other but at the end of the day we are the Bastards. Whilst Robbie and I are on the rise within this company, getting an awesome push mainly because we were part of the team that got to the final in the XHF pay per view but how you’re treating Fowler is complete bull shit.”
Frank looked down the lens.
“If the NPW want to continue down this road and bury my compatriot then we’ll going to have to go full Bastard on you and you’d not want to see that would you?” Frank continued. “You’ve seen parts of it coming out in recent weeks with Fowler’s frustration but remember you piss off one Bastard you piss off the unit. Rob and I are going to be bringing back those tag titles to the group and what has Fowler brought to the team as of late? Pure fucking randomness BUT that’s going to fucking change.”
He nodded as he picked up his sunglasses.
“Talking about change you may have seen that since I’ve been on my Covid diet the weight has been fucking dropping off of me and now I’m in much better shape,” he said. “Also I got rid of the long hair and beard and got back to being a bit more like myself, the greatest professional wrestler on the planet and not just comedy fucking relief in the GSP. I’ve got in this shape and now it’s time to get serious. The GSP are what is rejuvenating this whole business and we’ve come to set this place alight. You’ve got the Revenants and punks like the KGB who are complete bollocks when it comes to things with this group of likeminded assholes that want to showcase the skills we bring to the game. It’s time for us to put the plan that we had at our inception comes into fucking fruition.”
A smirk appeared on his face.
“So let’s stop dicking around and get back to what the Bastards do best and that’s fucking shit up,” Frank stated. “We may be the Network’s owner’s favourite thing since sliced bread but that’s nothing really when you see the talent on it which was why after Call to arms the NPW started to throw silly money at all those involved in a way to elevate this Canadian promotion. It needed something to elevate it to the next level and GSP were it. Now for the fucking future, Robbie and I will be the next tag champions for this company. After beating the Dork Stars and those other enhancement talentless ones we now have to face off against the current Imperial Crown Tag Champions, Timeless.”
The opened from outside the locker room and Fowler and Riot came in from their match.
“Timeless?” he said. “Alex Turner and Primal have both as a fucking unit been quite dominant but they ain’t come across a team like the Bastards. This is supposed to be one of the two main events for Honour’s special show Fight for the fallen. First off let’s talk about these self-proclaimed fallen. Bit insensitive of the front office don’t you think? Fallen? Those fuckers mainly jumped when those planes hit the towers. What did they think would happen? Some fucking miracle and they’d float Mary Poppins style to the floor? No, those fuckers went splat; just like if you’re driving and a fly flies into your windscreen of your car. Can’t defy gravity; Fowler’s tried but fell flat on his face. This show may just be shown live just after the anniversary of 9-11 but this show is really about the dominance of the Galactic Sex Pirates.”
Riot nodded.
“Oh how can we be this arrogant and disgraceful I hear you asking,” Frank said. “But beating Timeless is going to be the cherry on the cake. Look at Primal; hell please somebody needs to take a look at that Sasquatch looking fucker and send his ass to the asylum. This furry fuck-tard seems to be wearing his freaky-ass sister’s crotch less panties as a face mask and nobody bats and eyelid.”
Fowler shook his head.
“This is why the Bastards are at the top of this freaking business,” he said. “You see we’re going to this Honour show and destroy Primal and Turner and bring those tag belts back to GSP. Now get the fuck out of the Bastards locker room as we’ve got strategies to fucking talk about.”
“Nice,” Riot said. “Twisted but nice. Now let’s see what we can do to get under their skin.”