A Badman Causes Havok

[Frank Windsor]

The camera panned up and there he stood in all his glory, Frank fucking Windsor. He was dressed in his usual Bastards clobber with the leopard fur coat over it. He looked forward as if deep in thought which was funny for the self-proclaimed King of Yorkshire. The camera  was being held by his long-time associate Finn Corbyn. He hadn’t been seen around for a while as he had been jumped by some cock wombles who had also attack Natalia on the same show. He held the camera up professionally as he had done this before when Frank was his mentor. Frank was a multi-times Tag Champion with his Bastards brethren and the belts were displayed behind him. Being part of the group known collectively as the Bastards was something of an enigma. The trio has within it three current or past world heavyweight champions. This trio is the real deal and their influence is known all around the world with factions trying to emulate what they have done in the business. “Okay so that was an interesting fucking show,” he said. “We had our little fucking blow out so as to give those guys that paid their fucking money a chance to celebrate with the rest of the Bastards. Myself and the other two blokes that are part of the greatest goddamn faction in professional wrestling showed the world why we are what we say we are. We told the fans the fucking truth about the professional wrestling propaganda that happens elsewhere on the fucking Network we are a part of and that got us fined by the front office. Someone in the Network got their panties in a bunch and through a wobbly and we paid for it; but what do I say to that? Well they’ll soon find out when I represent Wrestle: UK at XHF: Overheated.” Frank moved around and nodded his head as he took his time. “Why do you think I’d even think of going back on a Network show after my two shots at greatness representing two different promotions at XHF: Call to Arms?” Frank asked. “Why would I want to do it to myself and be screwed out of greatness once again? This was one of the reasons the Bastards turned down the chance to represent Wrestle: UK this year at Call to Arms but unknown to the owners of this company it was in their contract that they had to send someone to represent them on their fucking Network shows especially with Wrestle: UK being as big a hit as it is.” He took off his overcoat and folded it up and placed it next to the belts. “So I get to enter Overheated with the chance to qualify for their big X Crown tournament,” he shrugged. “But that’s down the line as for now I really have to talk about the elephant in the room. Eddie fucking Havok; who the fuck do you think you are mate? We didn’t think you had it in you sonny, even though you did once beat the Bastards with that family of fucking freaks from Abilene, Texas in Riot Star Wrestling we all know that was because Fowler had eaten some dodgy Tex-Mex food and nearly shit himself in the ring.” Frank turned and looked into the camera as he continued his commentary on things to come. “You actually throw a tantrum after losing a match a few weeks back which to be honest you should be fucking use to as being an enhancement talent like you are we know the big time has always eluded you,” Frank continued. “We nearly gave you a chance to become an honorary Bastard last year when we were all in Canada but decided against it at the last moment for some fucking reason. So fast forward to a few weeks back and bitch boy thinks that he deserves a shot at the World Championship belt which we all know had Fowler’s fucking name on and how’d that fucking turn out for him?” A smirk crossed his lips as he looked at the camera. “Yes that’s right, Havok choked at the big time once again,” Frank said. “Choking at the big time is what this punk does but he did something this week that actually surprised me; the kid showed the world that he has balls and tried to take Fowler out in his World Championship match with Morrissey. Now this heelish move is maybe the thing that could put himself and his Skulls of Grimm or whatever he calls his cycling club on the fucking map for the world to see. Coasting just below the sight of the fans has been his thing and now he’s done something to make himself known to the world; namely taking it to one of the Bastards.” Frank caressed the GCW World Heavyweight Championship belt that his stable mate Rob Riot and himself were so obsessed with but then thought what he was going to say next. “He may have gained his shot at the World Championship belt once again in an ill-fated triple threat again but why couldn’t the little guy just wait?” he asked. “If he’d just waited till Fowler had pinned that ass clown Morrissey then it would have been a one on one fucking match but no the sulking fucker couldn’t wait which got me involved.” He nodded. “So Havok, you may have got your shot but you’ve got to get passed this fucker first,” he said. “But you’re not the only punks that got in Bastard’s business; Oblivion Death Squad or whatever it is you ass clowns go by think that they can jump the queue and get a shot at the Bastard’s tag championship belt but that just proves how shallow the fucking pool is for tag teams here which is why we’re starting to look for challengers elsewhere. People speak about Bang Bros but all I see is fucking losers on the Network. Now fuck off!”