Post by fowler on Dec 5, 2022 7:33:58 GMT -5
A gust of hot, dry desert air blew across the face of Billy Fowler as he looked out across the Qatar landscape. His room was 30 stories up in a lavish hotel that being a world champion can afford a man, whereas the average man had to put up with the accommodation that Woodstock 99 attendees could have only dreamed of.
He lifted up his shades as he headed back into the room from the balcony, making eyes at the camera crew who filmed his every move.
“Don’t you mother fuckers ever rest?”
The camera man gave a shrug. Fowler’s response was a sign as he poured himself a long glass of ice-cold water.
“Having said that, catching some down time in Wrestle:UK is like trying to catch an STI in a convent. Don’t get me wrong, Billy Fowler is a fighting champion. But after a successful defence against Donzig I was hoping that I might catch some time off to enjoy the football. Instead, I have to jet my arse back across the world in a few days to tag with my good mate Frank Windsor.”
He takes a gulp of the refreshing water before slouching onto a plush sofa in the middle of the room.
“Someone in the back office made a massive miscalculation with this most recent card though. You see it’s easy to assume that Rob and Frank are the tag team element in this trio if you don’t know your history. But back at the outset of The Bastards it was Rob Riot leading the singles charge and me and Frankie boy were the ones terrorising tag teams the world over.
Frank Windsor is a fucking animal. You’ve heard the way he talks; he’s got more than a screw loose up there! The man needs me and Riot to keep him level. The difference is that Rob keeps him leashed too tightly, I on the other hand know when to unleash the animal.
If you thought that was going to be a nice civil affair, then I’ve got news for you. Riot and Windsor have done an absolutely bloody Stirling job of holding those tag titles and making sure that there is no greater name in tag team wrestling than The Bastards.
This match is something different though. Marty and Wesley… fuck me, those are two 90’s boyband member names if I’ve ever heard them. These two chaps are on a different level when compared with the standard of competition that we’ve been presented with during out time here. I’m not ashamed to admit when other people are good at their craft.
And as you showed in Liverpool Wesley, You’re only interested in my title.
Well, welcome to the table Mr…Cran isn’t it? Yes that’s right Wesley Cran.
I’ll be honest, I’ve been waiting for some real competition for quiet some time and it appears that you might just be the man to give it to me.
Well, that’s if you can focus on our match rather than the match that you and Marty Donnervan…”
Fowler pauses and smiles at the camera man waiting for a reaction.
“Donner Van. Did you like what I did there?”
The cameraman sighs and shakes his head.
“Fine I lost you on that one. But my point is Wesley has split focus. He’s got a match for a second-rate world title at somewhere called Hardkore World? Which I assumed was a shitty American theme park or some fast food chain.
Add to that the fact he seems overly obsessed with banging trollops and talking about how technically gifted he is and it’s easy to see where the wheels fall off for this guy.
I’ve fought many an egotist in my career Wes. But I’ve never had the displeasure of having to put up with one who thinks that I stole from his move set. Do you know how many people in this industry use the vertical suplex, the DDT or the powerslam? Do you think it really matters?
All that matters is how you hit them and how you ensure that your opponent doesn’t recover from it. Now I felt that knee of yours and I’ll admit it hurt. Hurt enough to put me down on my back long enough for you to make a fool of me. Well fool me once, but you won’t fool me again Wesley.
You can take cheap shots at me all day, but you’ll find out that toe to toe with Billy Fowler, there is no one better in the world right now.
I proved that when I beat Havok and I showed it when I had Donzig all but broken last week before things went the way they always do around here. Nobody can keep their nose out of anyone else’s business or match it seems. What happened to the good old days when you walked up to a man, looked him in his eyes and said fight me? It seems all anyone wants to do around here is ruin classic matches by interfering and take shots at people behind their back.
You get a taster in Edinburgh Wesley of what it’s like to square off with me, and I’m determined to leave a lasting impression on you. You can call it a receipt from that knee shot.
But bear in mind it’s just a taste. You’ll get the full course soon enough and I’ll give you the opportunity to try and take THE World Championship from my waist. But I can assure you it will end the way it always does, with my hands firmly on what has always belonged to me. I am the world champion and you Mr Cran are just another splash in The Bastards ocean."
He lifted up his shades as he headed back into the room from the balcony, making eyes at the camera crew who filmed his every move.
“Don’t you mother fuckers ever rest?”
The camera man gave a shrug. Fowler’s response was a sign as he poured himself a long glass of ice-cold water.
“Having said that, catching some down time in Wrestle:UK is like trying to catch an STI in a convent. Don’t get me wrong, Billy Fowler is a fighting champion. But after a successful defence against Donzig I was hoping that I might catch some time off to enjoy the football. Instead, I have to jet my arse back across the world in a few days to tag with my good mate Frank Windsor.”
He takes a gulp of the refreshing water before slouching onto a plush sofa in the middle of the room.
“Someone in the back office made a massive miscalculation with this most recent card though. You see it’s easy to assume that Rob and Frank are the tag team element in this trio if you don’t know your history. But back at the outset of The Bastards it was Rob Riot leading the singles charge and me and Frankie boy were the ones terrorising tag teams the world over.
Frank Windsor is a fucking animal. You’ve heard the way he talks; he’s got more than a screw loose up there! The man needs me and Riot to keep him level. The difference is that Rob keeps him leashed too tightly, I on the other hand know when to unleash the animal.
If you thought that was going to be a nice civil affair, then I’ve got news for you. Riot and Windsor have done an absolutely bloody Stirling job of holding those tag titles and making sure that there is no greater name in tag team wrestling than The Bastards.
This match is something different though. Marty and Wesley… fuck me, those are two 90’s boyband member names if I’ve ever heard them. These two chaps are on a different level when compared with the standard of competition that we’ve been presented with during out time here. I’m not ashamed to admit when other people are good at their craft.
And as you showed in Liverpool Wesley, You’re only interested in my title.
Well, welcome to the table Mr…Cran isn’t it? Yes that’s right Wesley Cran.
I’ll be honest, I’ve been waiting for some real competition for quiet some time and it appears that you might just be the man to give it to me.
Well, that’s if you can focus on our match rather than the match that you and Marty Donnervan…”
Fowler pauses and smiles at the camera man waiting for a reaction.
“Donner Van. Did you like what I did there?”
The cameraman sighs and shakes his head.
“Fine I lost you on that one. But my point is Wesley has split focus. He’s got a match for a second-rate world title at somewhere called Hardkore World? Which I assumed was a shitty American theme park or some fast food chain.
Add to that the fact he seems overly obsessed with banging trollops and talking about how technically gifted he is and it’s easy to see where the wheels fall off for this guy.
I’ve fought many an egotist in my career Wes. But I’ve never had the displeasure of having to put up with one who thinks that I stole from his move set. Do you know how many people in this industry use the vertical suplex, the DDT or the powerslam? Do you think it really matters?
All that matters is how you hit them and how you ensure that your opponent doesn’t recover from it. Now I felt that knee of yours and I’ll admit it hurt. Hurt enough to put me down on my back long enough for you to make a fool of me. Well fool me once, but you won’t fool me again Wesley.
You can take cheap shots at me all day, but you’ll find out that toe to toe with Billy Fowler, there is no one better in the world right now.
I proved that when I beat Havok and I showed it when I had Donzig all but broken last week before things went the way they always do around here. Nobody can keep their nose out of anyone else’s business or match it seems. What happened to the good old days when you walked up to a man, looked him in his eyes and said fight me? It seems all anyone wants to do around here is ruin classic matches by interfering and take shots at people behind their back.
You get a taster in Edinburgh Wesley of what it’s like to square off with me, and I’m determined to leave a lasting impression on you. You can call it a receipt from that knee shot.
But bear in mind it’s just a taste. You’ll get the full course soon enough and I’ll give you the opportunity to try and take THE World Championship from my waist. But I can assure you it will end the way it always does, with my hands firmly on what has always belonged to me. I am the world champion and you Mr Cran are just another splash in The Bastards ocean."
