Time For A Change Part deus
Sept 7, 2021 15:29:06 GMT -5
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Post by Frank Windsor on Sept 7, 2021 15:29:06 GMT -5
TIME FOR CHANGE PART DEUS
A figure was sitting in a hotel room before he sets off for his match on the next NPW house show. There was a knock on the door. There was a red suitcase is on a small fold out stand, the GCW World Heavyweight Tag Championship belt was on top of it. The figure sat on the bed for a moment to contemplate what was going to happen and then got up to answer the door. He opened the door and motioned for the cameraman to sit down in the chair adjacent to the bed.
The cameraman panned up to see the hotel room. The figure was sat with his back to the camera. He was illuminated by the light from the camera but his face cannot be seen even though we all know who he was; it was NPW Superstar, Frank Windsor, one third of the wrestling faction, the Bastards and also part of the fraternity known as the Galactic Sex Pirates.
“So Mr Windsor?” the cameraman asked. “Where do you want me to start from? Is there anything in particular you would want to start?”
“Start?” Frank asked. “Do you think this is some pity fuck vanity project for me bitch? Do you think I’m one of those pretty boy wrestlers who just want to talk about themselves? No, I wanted to speak to the real fans of NPW without my GSP brethren so I can get my thoughts across without being interrupted mid-thought. Some people believe that they speak for me and that I do not have any thoughts for myself.”
He tried to compose himself.
“Some people have claimed that my match with Rob against Timeless will steal the show, but what does it mean to us?” Frank asked. “But because the management of the company have wanted to guarantee that the right team wins those tag championship belts that they had to change it all up and throw two new people into the mix. They thought that me and Rob but would get flustered because of the change BUT with all of the members of GSP entering the Battle Royale its more than fucking likely that we’ll be facing one of our own or even Robbie and myself; now that would be a mind-fuck for those in the front office. They don’t want any of GSP taking that gold do they?”
He was dressed in a black shell suit with his sunglasses put on top of his head. His beard was neatly trimmed. His dark eyes give a look of disdain pouring from them. To say he was angry was an understatement.
“How did we get in this situation?” Frank asked. “As you can see Robbie’s not here at the moment as he’s been back in blighty sorting out some family stuff but he’ll be back to sort shit out soon enough. People think he is the figurehead of this group in its rise to prominence in this company but we’re all our own people in GSP. The Bastards are talented tag team specialists but we’re all great on our own, even Billy.”
Frank Windsor stood up and walked towards the belt. He looked directly at it.
“You think that slack-jawed trailer park trash Alex Turner and his hairy special friend will keep those belts away from the Bastards?” he asked. “Really? Fuck, really! That is a near impossibility to image. We will show the world what it is like to be real champions as we’ve done in every company before this.”
Frank nodded to himself as if he was thinking what next to say.
“Sorry I can’t get over that we’ve somehow been booked against those punks who have got some fucking moronic name that I will not give it any justification as it was probably thought up by one of those moronic wankers whilst masturbating all over the backside of one of their favourite pigs.” Frank said matter-of-factly. ”They are like some cock wombling spunk-flutes. Do they really want to get into the Bastards business? Do they believe they can beat the Bastards? Well the bosses of this company better not get their panties in a twist when the Bastards come out on top.”
Frank caressed his sun glasses. He was angry but still held a calm demeanour.
“Come on,” he said. “It’s got to have been thought up by some moron who thinks he can screw some of the Bastards out of their spots. You know the one I’m talking about don’t you? You know the one right? The one who’s monotone voice cures insomnia and is as goddamn dim as a fucking gold fish.”
A smile appeared on Frank Windsor's face even it was hard to see his teeth through the perfectly trimmed beard.
“I read on the fucking internet somewhere that we’re actually the underdogs going into this championship match as we’d be knackered going into it as we’re in the battle royale earlier in the night,” Frank laughed. “Have you not been keeping up with us? All of the members of the GSP will more than likely be in the match so they will do everything in their power to keep Robbie and I protected but truth is that Robbie and I are used to wrestling long matches as we’re that fucking good and now that I’m in better shape my cardio is back.”
He flexed his body ever so slightly.
“We have something to say,” he continued. “You saw when the Galactic Sex Pirates made our debut in this company that we made a fucking impact but we’ve sort of lost our way. It seems like Robbie and I are leading the charge for this group but we’ve got to bring the band back together and this show will be where it begins. It will be an historically moment. This will be the biggest swing in professional wrestling and the Network better keep up with GSP. Now leave me as I’ve got to go work out.”
The cameraman panned up to see the hotel room. The figure was sat with his back to the camera. He was illuminated by the light from the camera but his face cannot be seen even though we all know who he was; it was NPW Superstar, Frank Windsor, one third of the wrestling faction, the Bastards and also part of the fraternity known as the Galactic Sex Pirates.
“So Mr Windsor?” the cameraman asked. “Where do you want me to start from? Is there anything in particular you would want to start?”
“Start?” Frank asked. “Do you think this is some pity fuck vanity project for me bitch? Do you think I’m one of those pretty boy wrestlers who just want to talk about themselves? No, I wanted to speak to the real fans of NPW without my GSP brethren so I can get my thoughts across without being interrupted mid-thought. Some people believe that they speak for me and that I do not have any thoughts for myself.”
He tried to compose himself.
“Some people have claimed that my match with Rob against Timeless will steal the show, but what does it mean to us?” Frank asked. “But because the management of the company have wanted to guarantee that the right team wins those tag championship belts that they had to change it all up and throw two new people into the mix. They thought that me and Rob but would get flustered because of the change BUT with all of the members of GSP entering the Battle Royale its more than fucking likely that we’ll be facing one of our own or even Robbie and myself; now that would be a mind-fuck for those in the front office. They don’t want any of GSP taking that gold do they?”
He was dressed in a black shell suit with his sunglasses put on top of his head. His beard was neatly trimmed. His dark eyes give a look of disdain pouring from them. To say he was angry was an understatement.
“How did we get in this situation?” Frank asked. “As you can see Robbie’s not here at the moment as he’s been back in blighty sorting out some family stuff but he’ll be back to sort shit out soon enough. People think he is the figurehead of this group in its rise to prominence in this company but we’re all our own people in GSP. The Bastards are talented tag team specialists but we’re all great on our own, even Billy.”
Frank Windsor stood up and walked towards the belt. He looked directly at it.
“You think that slack-jawed trailer park trash Alex Turner and his hairy special friend will keep those belts away from the Bastards?” he asked. “Really? Fuck, really! That is a near impossibility to image. We will show the world what it is like to be real champions as we’ve done in every company before this.”
Frank nodded to himself as if he was thinking what next to say.
“Sorry I can’t get over that we’ve somehow been booked against those punks who have got some fucking moronic name that I will not give it any justification as it was probably thought up by one of those moronic wankers whilst masturbating all over the backside of one of their favourite pigs.” Frank said matter-of-factly. ”They are like some cock wombling spunk-flutes. Do they really want to get into the Bastards business? Do they believe they can beat the Bastards? Well the bosses of this company better not get their panties in a twist when the Bastards come out on top.”
Frank caressed his sun glasses. He was angry but still held a calm demeanour.
“Come on,” he said. “It’s got to have been thought up by some moron who thinks he can screw some of the Bastards out of their spots. You know the one I’m talking about don’t you? You know the one right? The one who’s monotone voice cures insomnia and is as goddamn dim as a fucking gold fish.”
A smile appeared on Frank Windsor's face even it was hard to see his teeth through the perfectly trimmed beard.
“I read on the fucking internet somewhere that we’re actually the underdogs going into this championship match as we’d be knackered going into it as we’re in the battle royale earlier in the night,” Frank laughed. “Have you not been keeping up with us? All of the members of the GSP will more than likely be in the match so they will do everything in their power to keep Robbie and I protected but truth is that Robbie and I are used to wrestling long matches as we’re that fucking good and now that I’m in better shape my cardio is back.”
He flexed his body ever so slightly.
“We have something to say,” he continued. “You saw when the Galactic Sex Pirates made our debut in this company that we made a fucking impact but we’ve sort of lost our way. It seems like Robbie and I are leading the charge for this group but we’ve got to bring the band back together and this show will be where it begins. It will be an historically moment. This will be the biggest swing in professional wrestling and the Network better keep up with GSP. Now leave me as I’ve got to go work out.”