Post by Frank Windsor on Apr 8, 2022 14:42:34 GMT -5
Frank Windsor was sat on a metal chair in the middle of the locker room in some gym in the United Kingdom. He had just been working out as he had to get back to his best now that a wrestling company had brought out the contracts of the roster of NPW. They didn’t have the roster sitting at home now as they had announced their first show. It was basically looking like a show which showcased the talents of the two wrestling promotions that had been impacted by the closured of the Network they were on. 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. The camera man nodded that he was ready.
“How times have changed,” Frank said. “We came off our last show STILL the fucking tag champions after me and Robbie boy totally destroyed the Empire for what they did against us. They thought with all their disrespect and jumping us whilst our backs were turned that they’d become the new tag champions for NPW but alas we fucked them over. One little problem happened when they were destroyed they took down the whole of the company with them. We were then supposed to defend our titles against a couple of mooks from another wrestling company on the Network but those chumps lost them titles to a couple of ass clowns from Bangkok, Thailand.”
He chuckled slightly as he needed to get some shit off of his chest.
“Now me and Robbie have been brought up not to hit women but those two lady boys don’t fucking count,” he said. “You see when NPW closed so did SWAT the other big company on the Network which put all our jobs in jeopardy. It was taking money from my wallet which needed to be sorted. That’s where Wrestle: UK comes into play. A British Wrestling company that is trying to level the fuck up so it buys out the contracts of the wrestlers from the two companies and manages to sign a fucking contract with another network to broadcast its shows. That brings you nearly up to date I believe?”
Frank counted stuff on his fingers as he needed to get his point across as the Bastards were the best thing in professional wrestling at this point in time.
“So our first show is being broadcast from the O2 in London,” he shook his head. “I’ve wrestled their many times as have the rest of the Bastards so that would be counted as home field advantage for us BUT you never know how the crowds are going to take to us as they’ll cheer or boo whoever the fuck they want to which is why we love wrestling in the UK. These two Thai bitches can try and come over here and will soon find the crowds booing their fucking asses back to place Gary Glitter calls home.”
He picked up his patented designer sun glasses off of the table next to him and after he checked that the lens were clean he put them on.
“Okay, so Team Fairtex the current SWAT Tag Champions put their belts on the line as we try to unify their belts and the belt me and Robbie have and come out with the Wrestle: UK Tag Championship titles,” he smirked. “The belts will be coming out of the fucking wood work for the Bastards as with Fowler aiming to get the Wrestle: UK World Championship and the three of us probably going to be in the Battle Royale for the Wrestle: UK Commonwealth Championship so you could call us the Gold fucking Standard for any wrestling company out there.”
Frank stood up and paced around the room whilst the camera man kept him in frame.
“Does anyone really think that Tong or Phantam really stand a chance against us?” Frank asked. “Everyone knows that the gold’s coming to us. We’ve had a bit of downtime whilst waiting for the legal shit went down so because we had some free time the Bastards had time for a little holiday as we’d been going full pelt since Lockdown so needed to recharge the batteries. Now we’re fully fucking charged we aim to make Wrestle: UK the highest ranking debut show on the Network and especially with the Bastards main eventing it everyone knows what their getting.”
He came to his bag and opened it up whilst he still talked to the camera.
“This show also make the return to XHF of the mavericks that nearly killed their network,” he continued. “When SWAT and more likely NPW broke away from their network it nearly killed it; hell, it killed the Galactic Sex Pirates as half stayed there and the Bastards went to the new network BUT we’ve put that all behind us and the Bastards return to XHF with Wrestle: UK. We are planning of staying out of network shows until the time is right for the Bastards. We want to make an impact for the company first and then the Network when the time is right as we all knows the Bastards are pound notes.”
Frank pulled out the tag championship belt that he had won with Rob Riot in NPW and his GCW World Heavyweight Championship belt which he still had and put them over his shoulders before he turned back to the camera.
“Now we could have just gone anywhere,” he said. “We could have wrestled anywhere as the phone calls were coming in; hell even companies in the XHF have been calling us but we’re loyal to those who are loyal to us and you’ll see when the Bastards elevate Wrestle: UK to the top of the fucking rankings to this network. Now let me the fuck alone as I need to get another workout in.”
