Post by fowler on Jul 26, 2022 7:15:58 GMT -5
“Hey Morrissey, I’m waiting for you kid!”
Billy Fowler shouts into the camera as he stands backstage, new ring gear adorns him. Blue tights with “The Real Draw” written down the legs in Red.
“I’m right here, waiting, begging for you to come and do something. I want you to try and take this belt!”
He slings the world title high into the air.
“But you’ve been silent boy. What the matter? You don’t want to give Eddie Havok an easy pass at me, do you? How about you grow yourself a pair of bollocks, put on a pair of your daddy’s pants and come out fighting!”
Fowler lowers the belt and straps it around his waist.
“As for you Havok, you’ve certainly got your big boy pants on. You’ve done a magnificent job at talking a big game my friend. Fuck, I actually started to believe the words coming out of your mouth myself. But that is the key point Eddie, it’s just words. We can all talk a good game but not everyone can walk the walk.
The Bastards walk, Billy Fowler walks.”
Fowler opens a large flight case sat next to him and reaches inside.
“I’ve been around the block with you enough times to know what’s coming Eddie. I’ve seen every move you’ve pulled over the last few weeks. You like to imagine yourself as some kind of Essex hardman don’t you Eddie. You think of yourself as a tough, brawling man who isn’t afraid to let things get messy if they need to.
Well Eddie…”
Fowler pulls out a baseball ball painted in a Union Jack pattern and wrapped in barbwire. He smiles at it before giving a quick swing and turning back to the camera.
“I like to make things messy too. If you think you can walk into this match and bend the rules, uneven the odds or employ any other type of shenanigans you can think of to take my belt, then you are wrong!
My friend right here will be with me should any such situations arise. You see if you want to be the world champion so damn much Eddie, you’re going to have to earn it. Not through foul tactics, not through disqualifications or employing foreign objects and not through trying to break me like you tried to break Frank! You will need to earn it through be the BEST DAMN WRESTLER ON THE PLANET!
There are plenty of wrestlers and factions out there who hang their hat off being the biggest cheats, the most violent and the most disruptive they can be. The Bastards are THE PREMIER of professional wrestling, the only draw left in the business through only one thing, being the BEST PROFESSIONAL WRESTLERS on the plant.”
Fowler lowers the bat back into the flight case, closing the lid and locking it, before putting the key in his tights.
“So by all means make it messy. Do whatever the fuck you think you need to do to beat me, Eddie. It won’t make a blind bit of difference when you can’t out wrestle me.
Do you forget who my friends are?
I travel the world with Rob Riot. The living legend Rob Riot. The true king of professional wrestling Rob Riot. The man who has won every belt, headlined every pay per view and outperformed every icon who has ever been placed in front of him.
I travel the world with another man too, Frank Windsor. A man who has too many titles to list and probably adds a new one every hour. A man who I have held tag team gold with more times than Morrissey has had his mother’s hot dinners. A man who has held aloft multiple world titles himself, some which he never lost!
The men are my friend, my brothers, my training partners. I learn from the best in the world Eddie. Who the fuck do you learn from? YouTube and Wikipedia aren’t going to help you on this one…mate.
Look into my eyes!”
Fowler grabs the camera and pulls it in close to his face with a snarl.
“These eyes don’t lie Eddie. I will not lie down, I will not give you the satisfaction of getting a 1…2….3…
You will never take my world title, because you can’t. You just don’t have it in you.
This match isn’t just about me Eddie. It’s not even just about the title.
this match is for Frank Windsor. My friend and the man you tried to put into retirement.
You don’t do The Bastards like that and get a pass Eddie, you know that.
I will serve you your portion of payback Eddie. When you look up from the canvas and see my arms held high with my big beautiful golden girl between them.”
Billy Fowler shouts into the camera as he stands backstage, new ring gear adorns him. Blue tights with “The Real Draw” written down the legs in Red.
“I’m right here, waiting, begging for you to come and do something. I want you to try and take this belt!”
He slings the world title high into the air.
“But you’ve been silent boy. What the matter? You don’t want to give Eddie Havok an easy pass at me, do you? How about you grow yourself a pair of bollocks, put on a pair of your daddy’s pants and come out fighting!”
Fowler lowers the belt and straps it around his waist.
“As for you Havok, you’ve certainly got your big boy pants on. You’ve done a magnificent job at talking a big game my friend. Fuck, I actually started to believe the words coming out of your mouth myself. But that is the key point Eddie, it’s just words. We can all talk a good game but not everyone can walk the walk.
The Bastards walk, Billy Fowler walks.”
Fowler opens a large flight case sat next to him and reaches inside.
“I’ve been around the block with you enough times to know what’s coming Eddie. I’ve seen every move you’ve pulled over the last few weeks. You like to imagine yourself as some kind of Essex hardman don’t you Eddie. You think of yourself as a tough, brawling man who isn’t afraid to let things get messy if they need to.
Well Eddie…”
Fowler pulls out a baseball ball painted in a Union Jack pattern and wrapped in barbwire. He smiles at it before giving a quick swing and turning back to the camera.
“I like to make things messy too. If you think you can walk into this match and bend the rules, uneven the odds or employ any other type of shenanigans you can think of to take my belt, then you are wrong!
My friend right here will be with me should any such situations arise. You see if you want to be the world champion so damn much Eddie, you’re going to have to earn it. Not through foul tactics, not through disqualifications or employing foreign objects and not through trying to break me like you tried to break Frank! You will need to earn it through be the BEST DAMN WRESTLER ON THE PLANET!
There are plenty of wrestlers and factions out there who hang their hat off being the biggest cheats, the most violent and the most disruptive they can be. The Bastards are THE PREMIER of professional wrestling, the only draw left in the business through only one thing, being the BEST PROFESSIONAL WRESTLERS on the plant.”
Fowler lowers the bat back into the flight case, closing the lid and locking it, before putting the key in his tights.
“So by all means make it messy. Do whatever the fuck you think you need to do to beat me, Eddie. It won’t make a blind bit of difference when you can’t out wrestle me.
Do you forget who my friends are?
I travel the world with Rob Riot. The living legend Rob Riot. The true king of professional wrestling Rob Riot. The man who has won every belt, headlined every pay per view and outperformed every icon who has ever been placed in front of him.
I travel the world with another man too, Frank Windsor. A man who has too many titles to list and probably adds a new one every hour. A man who I have held tag team gold with more times than Morrissey has had his mother’s hot dinners. A man who has held aloft multiple world titles himself, some which he never lost!
The men are my friend, my brothers, my training partners. I learn from the best in the world Eddie. Who the fuck do you learn from? YouTube and Wikipedia aren’t going to help you on this one…mate.
Look into my eyes!”
Fowler grabs the camera and pulls it in close to his face with a snarl.
“These eyes don’t lie Eddie. I will not lie down, I will not give you the satisfaction of getting a 1…2….3…
You will never take my world title, because you can’t. You just don’t have it in you.
This match isn’t just about me Eddie. It’s not even just about the title.
this match is for Frank Windsor. My friend and the man you tried to put into retirement.
You don’t do The Bastards like that and get a pass Eddie, you know that.
I will serve you your portion of payback Eddie. When you look up from the canvas and see my arms held high with my big beautiful golden girl between them.”
