Post by fowler on Aug 17, 2022 7:31:22 GMT -5
Billy Fowler sits in a grey suit on a black leather chair onboard a very fancy private airplane. He holds a glass of Gin in his left hand and his right is placed on his chest just over where his heart would roughly be. He looks meditative but pissed off as he glances into the camera focused on him. His hair is starting to grow out along with his facial hair giving him the look of a man on the edge.
"It doesn't get any easier does it? Losing something you love. I can still feel it you know."
He looks down at the hand on his chest.
"Like the way that people say they feel a dead loved one still around them or in their home. Like a ghost I can still feel MY world title over my shoulder and on my chest."
He looked back at the camera.
"Havok... you know what that belt means to me. And rather than have gal to put my shoulders on the mat you took the low road again. I will have my vengeance and I will make you pay for your actions, you and your little gang of wankers.
What makes it even worse was you played out your actions on that fucking joke of a "Show" that the Network insisted I appear on and then had the fucking audacity to not feature THE WORLD CHAMPION! in the main fucking event.
Well listen up Network... You will never, ever seen Billy Fowler on one of your shitty shows ever again. Title or no title."
Fowler pauses to take a drink and gain some composure.
"But enough about that Essex cunt for this week. Because I'm sat here on a private plane flying my arse out to fucking Australia. I country that is full of Riot and Windsor's distant cousins after their ancestors got deported for stealing sheep or some other crime.
Why? So I can waste my time fighting Donzig, everyone's favourite Slim Fast ambassador Eddie D and a Goth. And it's at this point I truly wonder when I will get to fight someone who isn't named Eddie or waring emo makeup!
But I listened to Donzig's words in preparation for this match and something was clear. It hasn't gotten any easier for you either has it?
The ghost of SWAT hangs on you and your gimpy mates even more than the spectre of the world title hangs on me. The difference is Donzig, the Wrestle:UK world title means something, right here and right now.
I've made it clear...The Bastards have made it clear for months now that our mission is to make this company the best Wrestling company in the world. To do that we will make it OUR company.
SWAT was exactly what you said it was Donzig, a home for rejects. Like so many other promotions that have come and gone over the years and decades it had a good run and I'm sure you and your boys have many happy memories of being there, but now it's all said and done, it doesn't mean shit.
And that is our problem with SWAT. Every fucking week, every fucking interview, some cunt has to gone and start talking about SWAT.
Fowler, Riot and Windsor have been in more wrestling promotions than most of the roster here have had showers for fuck sake...
We don't keep going over that shit because we know that most of it means jack shit. The only two things that matters are title belts and money. So feel free to tell us how many championships you've held, we do, I mean Frank Windsor fucking loves talking about his collection of gold. And feel free to talk about the amount of money those promotions made you. I can guarantee that it wouldn't come close to the amount that The Bastards have made.
But stop with this fucking nostalgia over a company which was indie level at best and is where it belongs, buried in the dirt."
Fowler takes another sip from his drink, wiping his mouth with a handkerchief afterwards.
"Wrestle:UK I want you all to listen carefully. The Bastards are a special entity.
The three of us on paper should not be friends. The three of us on paper should not have been the collective unit that you see today for as long as we have been.
But the reality is that we have a bond based on respect and tradition that cannot be broken. Not one of us considers any other to be more or less that ourselves.
In Sydney we finally exercise the ghost of SWAT and allow all of us to move on. What does moving on look like? It looks like Wrestle:UK being the crown jewel of professional wrestling. That is the vision of the Bastards, and you either join us in that vision or you mark yourself out to be culled and disposed of with waste.
If anyone wants to play games or waste our time then you can take our places on the fucking Networking shows and play circle jerk with the rest of the bottom feeders.
The Bastards are the crème de la crème of the business, the last draw of professional wrestling and we will make Wrestle:UK a reflection of that glory."
"It doesn't get any easier does it? Losing something you love. I can still feel it you know."
He looks down at the hand on his chest.
"Like the way that people say they feel a dead loved one still around them or in their home. Like a ghost I can still feel MY world title over my shoulder and on my chest."
He looked back at the camera.
"Havok... you know what that belt means to me. And rather than have gal to put my shoulders on the mat you took the low road again. I will have my vengeance and I will make you pay for your actions, you and your little gang of wankers.
What makes it even worse was you played out your actions on that fucking joke of a "Show" that the Network insisted I appear on and then had the fucking audacity to not feature THE WORLD CHAMPION! in the main fucking event.
Well listen up Network... You will never, ever seen Billy Fowler on one of your shitty shows ever again. Title or no title."
Fowler pauses to take a drink and gain some composure.
"But enough about that Essex cunt for this week. Because I'm sat here on a private plane flying my arse out to fucking Australia. I country that is full of Riot and Windsor's distant cousins after their ancestors got deported for stealing sheep or some other crime.
Why? So I can waste my time fighting Donzig, everyone's favourite Slim Fast ambassador Eddie D and a Goth. And it's at this point I truly wonder when I will get to fight someone who isn't named Eddie or waring emo makeup!
But I listened to Donzig's words in preparation for this match and something was clear. It hasn't gotten any easier for you either has it?
The ghost of SWAT hangs on you and your gimpy mates even more than the spectre of the world title hangs on me. The difference is Donzig, the Wrestle:UK world title means something, right here and right now.
I've made it clear...The Bastards have made it clear for months now that our mission is to make this company the best Wrestling company in the world. To do that we will make it OUR company.
SWAT was exactly what you said it was Donzig, a home for rejects. Like so many other promotions that have come and gone over the years and decades it had a good run and I'm sure you and your boys have many happy memories of being there, but now it's all said and done, it doesn't mean shit.
And that is our problem with SWAT. Every fucking week, every fucking interview, some cunt has to gone and start talking about SWAT.
Fowler, Riot and Windsor have been in more wrestling promotions than most of the roster here have had showers for fuck sake...
We don't keep going over that shit because we know that most of it means jack shit. The only two things that matters are title belts and money. So feel free to tell us how many championships you've held, we do, I mean Frank Windsor fucking loves talking about his collection of gold. And feel free to talk about the amount of money those promotions made you. I can guarantee that it wouldn't come close to the amount that The Bastards have made.
But stop with this fucking nostalgia over a company which was indie level at best and is where it belongs, buried in the dirt."
Fowler takes another sip from his drink, wiping his mouth with a handkerchief afterwards.
"Wrestle:UK I want you all to listen carefully. The Bastards are a special entity.
The three of us on paper should not be friends. The three of us on paper should not have been the collective unit that you see today for as long as we have been.
But the reality is that we have a bond based on respect and tradition that cannot be broken. Not one of us considers any other to be more or less that ourselves.
In Sydney we finally exercise the ghost of SWAT and allow all of us to move on. What does moving on look like? It looks like Wrestle:UK being the crown jewel of professional wrestling. That is the vision of the Bastards, and you either join us in that vision or you mark yourself out to be culled and disposed of with waste.
If anyone wants to play games or waste our time then you can take our places on the fucking Networking shows and play circle jerk with the rest of the bottom feeders.
The Bastards are the crème de la crème of the business, the last draw of professional wrestling and we will make Wrestle:UK a reflection of that glory."
