Lessons in steel (World Title vs Havok)
Sept 9, 2022 7:26:52 GMT -5
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Post by fowler on Sept 9, 2022 7:26:52 GMT -5
Billy Fowler stands in the middle of a large factory. The sound a heavy machine and the clashing of steel echoes around him. Through some large open doors behind him the grey sky gives an impression of the coldness, coupled with Fowler’s attire. A large thick Timberland coat filled with goose down, a knitted hat and thick gloves.
He stared across the factory floor to a group of men frantically working on a large steel structure. Welding pieces together and fastening steel meshing to the framework.
“You did the unexpected Eddie. And I admit it took me a little while to clam my emotions and process it.”
He watches as a large winch raises a section of the frame to its vertical standing.
“You took my world title from me. And it hurt me, Eddie. It hurt me to think that something I had spent my whole life striving for had been robbed from me. Because that’s what it was Eddie… a malicious robbery.
Well, I promised you that when we met again the odds would be in my favour, and I always deliver.”
He looks up to the top of the frame, it must be near 30 foot high. And Fowler smiles.
“When it came time to address my rematch, I told Mr Blood that I wanted it to be a match with certain factors. Firstly, it needed to make a statement. I wanted there to be no denial that the man who walked away from it was the greatest champion in the world.
Secondly it needed to be violent. I wanted to ensure that I could reek as much pain, hurt and torment on your body and soul as I could Eddie.
Lastly, it had to contain us. Eddie Havok and Billy Fowler, two names that perhaps encapsulate the early days of Wrestle:UK and will go down in history as two of her greatest stars. This match is about us Eddie… me and you. It’s not about your fan boys who dress like Zakk Wylde cosplayers, and it’s not about the most dominant force in the history of professional wrestling, The Bastards, either.
This is just about me and you.
So Mr Blood gave us the prefect setting to ensure all those things. This structure, the one being built before my very eyes will house your torment, your destruction and your last day as world champion.
You talked about our history and how everyone called you lucky. Well, they were right Eddie.
You don’t have what it takes to stand toe to toe with the greatest stars in the world. Just like you needed all the luck in the world for that tag title victory you mentioned, you needed the same amount to steal my title. Because you know that on your best day, you’re still a good 10% off the level of greatness that you see before you now.”
Fowler slowly approaches the steel wall and runs his gloved hand across the wire mesh panel.
Letting his fingers fall into the gaps between each strand of steel.
“That’s why this weekend there is nowhere to hide Eddie. No opportunity to try and swindle or steal your way to a victory. You must look me in the eyes and try and prove me wrong.
Do you honestly think you can do that Eddie? Do you think that you can prove everything I’ve ever said about you wrong.
You’re just kid. That’s what you were when you broke into this business all those years ago and in the eyes of your peers, you’re that same boy now. You should have learnt lessons by now, you should have grown into a man. But instead, we find you playing at being a world champion and running around with a bunch of kids pretending you’re a gang.
The Skulls of Grim are the equivalent of the Lost Boys. No, not the cool edgy vampires, I’m talking about Peter Pan’s collection of abuse victims. Maybe you boys should sign up to the same councillor that Frank Windsor sees each week, those hospital visits from Jimmy still haunt him.
You are children, playing the games of children in a world run by men. And it’s the job of a man to lead his family, it’s the responsibility of a father to discipline his sons. I don’t know much about your father Eddie, I don’t know if he was even around… I doubt it. So I take it upon myself to discipline you.
I will give you lessons in life that your biological father clearly never. I’ll give you the beating that you deserve for being such a horrible little fuck up. And when you’re lying at my feet, bruised and bloodied you can look up into my eyes and you can call me daddy.
I’m sure Frank and Rob will give me some grief over that statement, implying I’m into some sort of weird kink, but the comment stands Eddie. I intend to secure my place at the pinnacle of this sport and affirm that you a child who belongs in my shadow.”
Fowler reaches under his coat and slips off the brown leather belt which has been fastened around his dark denim jeans. He wraps it around his fist a few times, leaving a strand of leather hanging which he proceeds to lash across the steel mesh, making a satisfying clashing sound.
“My father used his belt to ensure I learnt my lesson’s Eddie. You have a big lesson to learn, and I want to ensure that it sticks in your memory. I intend to do the same to you. Let every welt and laceration from this belt, and every graze and cut from this steel be a staple in your mind Edward. A stable that holds your life lesson to it. The lesson learned that all you will ever be is a child in a world of men. A child who got lucky once, and never will again.”
Fowler smiles at the steel.
He stared across the factory floor to a group of men frantically working on a large steel structure. Welding pieces together and fastening steel meshing to the framework.
“You did the unexpected Eddie. And I admit it took me a little while to clam my emotions and process it.”
He watches as a large winch raises a section of the frame to its vertical standing.
“You took my world title from me. And it hurt me, Eddie. It hurt me to think that something I had spent my whole life striving for had been robbed from me. Because that’s what it was Eddie… a malicious robbery.
Well, I promised you that when we met again the odds would be in my favour, and I always deliver.”
He looks up to the top of the frame, it must be near 30 foot high. And Fowler smiles.
“When it came time to address my rematch, I told Mr Blood that I wanted it to be a match with certain factors. Firstly, it needed to make a statement. I wanted there to be no denial that the man who walked away from it was the greatest champion in the world.
Secondly it needed to be violent. I wanted to ensure that I could reek as much pain, hurt and torment on your body and soul as I could Eddie.
Lastly, it had to contain us. Eddie Havok and Billy Fowler, two names that perhaps encapsulate the early days of Wrestle:UK and will go down in history as two of her greatest stars. This match is about us Eddie… me and you. It’s not about your fan boys who dress like Zakk Wylde cosplayers, and it’s not about the most dominant force in the history of professional wrestling, The Bastards, either.
This is just about me and you.
So Mr Blood gave us the prefect setting to ensure all those things. This structure, the one being built before my very eyes will house your torment, your destruction and your last day as world champion.
You talked about our history and how everyone called you lucky. Well, they were right Eddie.
You don’t have what it takes to stand toe to toe with the greatest stars in the world. Just like you needed all the luck in the world for that tag title victory you mentioned, you needed the same amount to steal my title. Because you know that on your best day, you’re still a good 10% off the level of greatness that you see before you now.”
Fowler slowly approaches the steel wall and runs his gloved hand across the wire mesh panel.
Letting his fingers fall into the gaps between each strand of steel.
“That’s why this weekend there is nowhere to hide Eddie. No opportunity to try and swindle or steal your way to a victory. You must look me in the eyes and try and prove me wrong.
Do you honestly think you can do that Eddie? Do you think that you can prove everything I’ve ever said about you wrong.
You’re just kid. That’s what you were when you broke into this business all those years ago and in the eyes of your peers, you’re that same boy now. You should have learnt lessons by now, you should have grown into a man. But instead, we find you playing at being a world champion and running around with a bunch of kids pretending you’re a gang.
The Skulls of Grim are the equivalent of the Lost Boys. No, not the cool edgy vampires, I’m talking about Peter Pan’s collection of abuse victims. Maybe you boys should sign up to the same councillor that Frank Windsor sees each week, those hospital visits from Jimmy still haunt him.
You are children, playing the games of children in a world run by men. And it’s the job of a man to lead his family, it’s the responsibility of a father to discipline his sons. I don’t know much about your father Eddie, I don’t know if he was even around… I doubt it. So I take it upon myself to discipline you.
I will give you lessons in life that your biological father clearly never. I’ll give you the beating that you deserve for being such a horrible little fuck up. And when you’re lying at my feet, bruised and bloodied you can look up into my eyes and you can call me daddy.
I’m sure Frank and Rob will give me some grief over that statement, implying I’m into some sort of weird kink, but the comment stands Eddie. I intend to secure my place at the pinnacle of this sport and affirm that you a child who belongs in my shadow.”
Fowler reaches under his coat and slips off the brown leather belt which has been fastened around his dark denim jeans. He wraps it around his fist a few times, leaving a strand of leather hanging which he proceeds to lash across the steel mesh, making a satisfying clashing sound.
“My father used his belt to ensure I learnt my lesson’s Eddie. You have a big lesson to learn, and I want to ensure that it sticks in your memory. I intend to do the same to you. Let every welt and laceration from this belt, and every graze and cut from this steel be a staple in your mind Edward. A stable that holds your life lesson to it. The lesson learned that all you will ever be is a child in a world of men. A child who got lucky once, and never will again.”
Fowler smiles at the steel.
