Post by Frank Windsor on Apr 17, 2022 15:26:27 GMT -5
A bombardment of British images filled the screen. Those images quickly dissolved as the Union Jack flag upon the screen burned from the outside inside. Footage of various things that had happened in history from around the country bleed through the flames until finally, it stopped upon the Bastards logo.The camera pulled back to reveal the wrestler known as Frank Windsor. Stood behind him are his Bastard team-mates Rob Riot and Billy Fowler. Over Frank’s shoulders he had the GCW World Heavyweight Championship belt and one of the tag championship belts that he’d won in NPW with Rob Riot. Rob had the other one over his shoulder.
"Hello my little fuckers,” Frank said as he adjusted the belts on his shoulders. “You wankers think that they wouldn’t get the Bastards speaking their minds now we’re back home in fucking Blighty? Should it have been this guy? Rob Riot that talks to you today?”
Rob Riot’s dressed in his wrestling gear with a trademarked “Bastards” t-shirt over it. He slapped Rob on the back who doesn’t even flinch at this action. Then he motioned to the other man.
“Or what about this monster of a man?” Frank stated. “Billy always wants to talk to his fan, but he thinks that we hold him back. We used to catch him talking to this budgie that strangely he’d spray painted black for some bizarre region. That was during his Emo period. You ever seen a seven foot tall Emo? Anyway, we’ve got him back to being quite normal now. "
He smirked at the camera whilst Billy rolled his eyes.
“Well you’re probably expecting me to be talking today about when Robbie and I stomp the asses of those two Thai bitches and get the gold back into the Bastard’s grasp right?” he said. “Well, you’d be fucking right but this show ain’t just about bringing the tag belts back to us BUT also the Wrestle: UK Commonwealth Championship belt also. We’ve got a big of a reaction to all these Indie guys signing up for the Battle Royale.”
Billy turned to Rob and smirked before he burst into laughter. Rob joined in and then turned back to Frank who laughed also before they all abruptly stopped.
“These punks think they can come into our home and think they’ll be leaving with one of the belts that our company has?” Frank looked about himself. “Do they really think that they really think they stand a chance to come here and not only get passed these three Bastards but also those other ass clowns that work for this company? It’s not going to happen on MY watch; no fucking way.”
Frank looked at the belt on Rob’s shoulder before he slowly turned back to the camera.
“That Commonwealth Championship should and cannot leave the company that owns it,” he said. “It would be a fucking travesty if one of those slack-jawed Indie Sports Entertainers come into the company and take it back to where ever they’ve been hanging their hats. A fucking liberty is what it is and not on my fucking watch; not on my WATCH!”
He became agitated before Billy put his hand on his shoulder which seemed to calm him down and he looked a bit more thoughtful.
“I was looking around other promotions on the Network,” he said. “I saw how much the place had changed since it lost the Bastards to another network but a lot of little Indie promotions had been brought to its bosom in an attempt to resurrect the good times when we were in it with the Galactic Sex Pirates. We saw a couple of sports entertainers in another Brit promotion called the Jam Rockers or something? It was quite quaint to see a couple of little Indie guys trying to make themselves relevant by putting out open challenges on their promotions hoping for wrestlers from bigger, established wrestling promotions take notice. One day kids you may get your chance at the big leagues as you’ve got a big set.”
Rob nodded his head agreeing with Frank.
“So what have the Bastards been doing with itself since they left with NPW I hear you ask,” he said. “Well we’ve elevated ourselves to an even higher level if that is even fucking possible. We’ve not only become the greatest trio in the whole of the industry but well the rest is on the internet so you’ll have to go and see what we’ve done but for starters I’d say go and look up what we did to those asses in Empire.”
A smirked appeared on his face for a split second as he turned and looked at Rob and Billy in turn before he turned back to the camera.
“The Empire,” he started. “The Empire, now these were a like-minded bunch of tossers who circle jerked around their leader Donzig in an attempt to get their spots back on the roster BUT they denied all of this by saying nobody was in charge and something about my enemies enemy is my friend or some bull shit like that. After weeks and weeks of them jumping us much like some virgin tries to dry hump his date’s leg at a school dance but trying to get giggy with us won’t wash with the Bastards so they gave them what they wanted.”
Rob shook his head as Frank said all this.
“The attention was what they wanted and they fucking got it,” he said. “What they didn’t fucking realise was when they got into the squared circle with us it was for fucking real. That gold we hold is fucking precious and we weren’t going to let any Tom, Dick or Stevie take them from us without a fucking fight. This show we get to take those goddamn belts from SWAT’s last tag champion but we also unify them with our belts and gain the Wrestle: UK Tag Championship gold. You can start calling us the Gold Standard of professional fucking wrestling.”
Rob caressed the tag championship belt and pulled it closer to him.
“We’ve got a lot of stuff fucking going on at the moment especially with us all moving back to the UK at the moment with our contracts being brought out by this other company,” he continued. “The Bastards are the top of this industry and being back in XHF means that once again we’ll be carrying that whole fucking network on our broad fucking shoulders once again. When we returned last time with the rest of those old guys and revealed ourselves as the Galactic Sex Pirates we gave the network its highest ratings in a long time; hell, it cured the owner of the networks erectile issues so that a sort of win, not so much for his interns but that a whole different story.”
He nodded as he continued his rant of sorts.
“Now that we’ve returned to the network as some sort of wrestling Messiahs to carry the network once again on our shoulders I believe we should take it slowly,” Frank said. “It’s not like we have to rush things and be sneaky entrants in some of the network’s upcoming shows does it? Do we need the shock factor? Hell no, if we were to go out there at a network event we’d need the build.”
“Or not,” Billy said. “The Bastards are their own build.”
“That is true Fowler,” Rob said as he turned towards his stablemate. “We are big money draws.”
“You are both true but I believe we need to concentrate on these bad boys at the moment,” Frank said as he patted the belt on Rob’s shoulder. “Now where was I? Yes, the Bastards are here to build up the wrestling promotion Wrestle: UK and we know Fowler’s going to destroy his masked foe easily in the first round of this Wrestle: UK World Championship tournament. That punk looks like a freak in his little mask Billy, and we all know you’ve got this.”
Fowler nodded his head.
“And then in the main event we show the world how it is to be,” Frank said without a hint of emotion on his face. “The Bastards, namely myself and Robbie take on the SWAT Tag Champions Phantom and Tong or whoever it is by the time of the show and take that Gold from them. With them still being over in Thailand and probably having issues with getting Visas to wrestle in the United Kingdom. We’ll see if they have the balls……..no pun intended; have the balls to turn up.”
“Ok?” asked Billy. “Is that it? Have you finished? So do you have any final words?”
Frank grabbed the camera.
“Hey Team Fairfax or whatever you Thai Lady Boys are called wake the fuck up!” he said. “Believe in the Bastards!!!”
He then walked off camera leaving the other Bastards. Billy Fowler rolled his eyes as he walked off.
Rob Riot looked at the camera and shrugged.
