Intent (RP2 vs Eddie Havok)
Oct 21, 2022 6:19:11 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, Frank Windsor, and 1 more like this
Post by fowler on Oct 21, 2022 6:19:11 GMT -5
Fowler sits at the bar inside the Skulls of Grimm club house. Riot is preparing a drink for him behind it whilst Windsor wanders the room picking off any bikers who start to stir or rouse from their beating.
Fowler: “Are you sitting comfortably, then we will begin.”
Riot places a Martini on the bar in front of Fowler, he gives Riot a stern look as it’s in a pint glass.
Fowler: “What is that?”
Riot: “ Does this look like the kind of place that has Martini glasses…”
Both men are then distracted by the sound of Frank Windsor singing “Three Lions” to himself as he walks around the room cracking the skulls of prone men with his snooker cue. They shrug and Fowler returns to his story time.
Fowler: “How did we get here? The paths are very different for the both of us Edward. I got to where I am by associating myself with these fine gentlemen, the best wrestlers on the planet. I worked my arse off and finally managed to win the big one. You see Eddie, you become like those you spend your time with. Greatness echoes greatness.
All those years carrying the mid-cards I was looking at these men, winning world titles, watching their every move so that when my time came, I would be ready to seize it and know exactly what to do.
Whereas you Eddie have associated yourself with the lowest of the low. Your whole career you have let scumbags and egotists speak into you and fill your head with poor advice and even worse fantasies. Those people believed that they were greater than us and they made you believe that you could be greater than us too.
But the fact is Teddy, do you mind if I call you teddy, or are bears still a sore point for you? The fact is you’re just too nice. This is truth time, so let’s get to the real heart of it. You come to ring in your leather cut, acting like hardcore biker but behind the scenes you’re just a sweetheart who would do anything to try and help anyone. You can’t do enough to help the guys at the top and management, so those with authority back there give you all the opportunities and eventually you win the title! It’s a cute story, but story time is over.”
Fowler takes a sip from his pint of Martini as Riot looks at him.
Riot: “That line about Bears might have been a step too far mate.”
Fowler looks at him and they both erupt in laughter.
Fowler: “See Teddy… that’s the kind of friends you need in life. The ones who tell you the truth, like when you’ve gone too far, but are standing there right beside you all the way.
You see Wrestle: UK have a conundrum on their hands. They have you as their world champion, a man who commands no respect and stands for nothing except himself.
On the other hand they have me and these two. The best wrestlers on the planet and the most dominant force in the industry. We came to Wrestle: UK, we chose this place to be our home, and we really didn’t have to!
After NPW closed we could have gone anywhere, we could have created a bidding war the likes of which has never been seen. We even talked about not signing with a federation and just touring around them all, collecting all their belts, beating all their top guys, and leaving the carnage in the rear view as we headed on to the next one.
But we decided to graciously help this promotion. We decided that this could and would be the best federation in all of wrestling and we decided to try and do it the right way, with honour and integrity, with professionalism and class. The problem lies here.
Now that we are here, Wrestle: UK cannot afford to lose us. When you sign the Bastards, you can never afford to lose them! So what do you do? If you’re in Mr Blood’s shoes what choice to do you make? Do you keep feeding the childlike fantasy of the sweet little boy who wants to play at being a tough guy, or do you concede that your real-world champion is the man who should have never lost it in the first place. A man who is clearly head and shoulders beyond the ability of that sweet little boy and holds the keys to making your company the best that it can be.
Because feeding the fantasy is only going to end badly for everyone, except the Bastards.
You see as the fires start to rage we’ll pick up our bags and we’ll just take our bus to the next federation willing to pay our asking price, maybe J-ROK or even Next Level Wrestling.
We tried to be all those things I mentioned earlier, but it’s hard to be classy when everyone else around you is dragging their knuckles through the gutters and wants to jump someone every week.
So, like my man here… the Riot Star himself said, fuck the rules! Fuck decorum and class. You all want the Bastards, so we’ll give you THE BASTARDS!
From now on nothing is off the table and no one is safe.
Eddie I’ve presented the facts and now it’s time for you to face them. I am the better man, and I will retake the title you stole from me. If anyone prevents that then they are a fool signing the death warrant on Wrestle: UK. And you’ll all suffer in the flames whilst the Bastards wave you goodbye.
Right boys, lets get the fuck out of here, it stinks of body Oder”
The three men leave the club house, heading to retrieve their mopeds but them taking a look at three Triumph motorcycles to their side decide to take them for a spin instead, leaving carnage behind them.
Fowler: “Are you sitting comfortably, then we will begin.”
Riot places a Martini on the bar in front of Fowler, he gives Riot a stern look as it’s in a pint glass.
Fowler: “What is that?”
Riot: “ Does this look like the kind of place that has Martini glasses…”
Both men are then distracted by the sound of Frank Windsor singing “Three Lions” to himself as he walks around the room cracking the skulls of prone men with his snooker cue. They shrug and Fowler returns to his story time.
Fowler: “How did we get here? The paths are very different for the both of us Edward. I got to where I am by associating myself with these fine gentlemen, the best wrestlers on the planet. I worked my arse off and finally managed to win the big one. You see Eddie, you become like those you spend your time with. Greatness echoes greatness.
All those years carrying the mid-cards I was looking at these men, winning world titles, watching their every move so that when my time came, I would be ready to seize it and know exactly what to do.
Whereas you Eddie have associated yourself with the lowest of the low. Your whole career you have let scumbags and egotists speak into you and fill your head with poor advice and even worse fantasies. Those people believed that they were greater than us and they made you believe that you could be greater than us too.
But the fact is Teddy, do you mind if I call you teddy, or are bears still a sore point for you? The fact is you’re just too nice. This is truth time, so let’s get to the real heart of it. You come to ring in your leather cut, acting like hardcore biker but behind the scenes you’re just a sweetheart who would do anything to try and help anyone. You can’t do enough to help the guys at the top and management, so those with authority back there give you all the opportunities and eventually you win the title! It’s a cute story, but story time is over.”
Fowler takes a sip from his pint of Martini as Riot looks at him.
Riot: “That line about Bears might have been a step too far mate.”
Fowler looks at him and they both erupt in laughter.
Fowler: “See Teddy… that’s the kind of friends you need in life. The ones who tell you the truth, like when you’ve gone too far, but are standing there right beside you all the way.
You see Wrestle: UK have a conundrum on their hands. They have you as their world champion, a man who commands no respect and stands for nothing except himself.
On the other hand they have me and these two. The best wrestlers on the planet and the most dominant force in the industry. We came to Wrestle: UK, we chose this place to be our home, and we really didn’t have to!
After NPW closed we could have gone anywhere, we could have created a bidding war the likes of which has never been seen. We even talked about not signing with a federation and just touring around them all, collecting all their belts, beating all their top guys, and leaving the carnage in the rear view as we headed on to the next one.
But we decided to graciously help this promotion. We decided that this could and would be the best federation in all of wrestling and we decided to try and do it the right way, with honour and integrity, with professionalism and class. The problem lies here.
Now that we are here, Wrestle: UK cannot afford to lose us. When you sign the Bastards, you can never afford to lose them! So what do you do? If you’re in Mr Blood’s shoes what choice to do you make? Do you keep feeding the childlike fantasy of the sweet little boy who wants to play at being a tough guy, or do you concede that your real-world champion is the man who should have never lost it in the first place. A man who is clearly head and shoulders beyond the ability of that sweet little boy and holds the keys to making your company the best that it can be.
Because feeding the fantasy is only going to end badly for everyone, except the Bastards.
You see as the fires start to rage we’ll pick up our bags and we’ll just take our bus to the next federation willing to pay our asking price, maybe J-ROK or even Next Level Wrestling.
We tried to be all those things I mentioned earlier, but it’s hard to be classy when everyone else around you is dragging their knuckles through the gutters and wants to jump someone every week.
So, like my man here… the Riot Star himself said, fuck the rules! Fuck decorum and class. You all want the Bastards, so we’ll give you THE BASTARDS!
From now on nothing is off the table and no one is safe.
Eddie I’ve presented the facts and now it’s time for you to face them. I am the better man, and I will retake the title you stole from me. If anyone prevents that then they are a fool signing the death warrant on Wrestle: UK. And you’ll all suffer in the flames whilst the Bastards wave you goodbye.
Right boys, lets get the fuck out of here, it stinks of body Oder”
The three men leave the club house, heading to retrieve their mopeds but them taking a look at three Triumph motorcycles to their side decide to take them for a spin instead, leaving carnage behind them.
