A Pissed Off Badman

[Frank Windsor]

Frank Windsor’s hood was pulled up covering his face. He did not want to be seen especially amongst these goddamn Americans known that had come out tonight to cheer on this Indie promotion HKW. He was here at the one of their house shows in down town Los Angeles just to get some stuff sorted in his head and get ready for their cross promotion pay per view and if any of these morons spotted him he would probably be attacked by the roster as they were fucking animals especially what had gone down on the last Wrestle: UK show in Aberdeen, Scotland. They had attacked the Bastards and some fucker was going to pay for it. He looked around the building. There were a few hundred people. Many of the people were sitting in their seats waving big signs with images of particular wrestlers of HKW that they either loved or hated. The noise of the crowd made his head pound so that he longed for the vast emptiness and solitude of the Yorkshire fucking Moors for his training; not chasing chickens around like he used to but proper fucking training. He found a seat beside several young women. They were sleek and glossy with the exuberance and confidence of youth, their bodies were tanned brown and they wore skimpy clothes that left nothing for the imagination especially as they seemed to be about five or six stone over the weight for the clothes to fit correctly. They screamed at something that suddenly happened within the squared circle but Frank did not bother to look. Instead he watched the young women from the corner of his eyes. They leapt from their seats and hugged each other. They were laughing. One of the women peeled off the bright coloured shirt she was wearing so that everyone around her could see her bra. “Fucking American bitches,” he hissed under his breath. “It’s no wonder this country is totally fucked; spiralling around the fucking drain.” He felt his temper begin to flare, but he suppressed it. He clenched his fists tightly and searched the sea of faces for someone that he recognised. Frank glanced at his watch. Frank rose calmly from his seat and turned towards one of the exits. He had to meet his associates nearby to talk over strategies about how he would get his revenge on all of those that had jumped him and the other members of the Bastards in Aberdeen. He squeezed passed some of the obese Americans in the seat in his row. The smell of beer and their disgusting hygiene attacked his senses and he retched in disgust. He climbed the stairs towards one of the exits. He took a look back at the wrestling ring and looked at the pathetic excuses within its confines pandering to the whims of the crowds trying to entertain them for the money they bring to this tiny company. They whored themselves out for those in the front office just to get a spot on the big show. As Frank carried on down one of the side corridors and pushed the fire exit open setting off the fire alarm in the process Finn was waiting for him on the other side of the door. He nodded at Frank and fell into step with him as they walked back to the nearby hotel. “This is going to be fun,” Frank said. “These cock wombles don’t know what the fuck they’ve done by attacking me; there are three things you don’t fucking do Finn. Talk about fucking Fight Club, talk about that goddamn Bruno fucker and put your hands on ANY of the Bastards ‘cos you’re so going to get your ass stomped but I’ll talk about that in a moment.” “Frank,” Finn said. “With Nat in Hawaii filming the pilot to that other show we need to get your mind on the games. The fans of this promotion would love to see you fall from your pedestal.” “You are worried that I cannot get it done?” Frank said as he pulled down the hood. “Why should that bother me? Frank Windsor and the Bastards ARE the wrestling industry. We need to get something down for my followers to see that I’ve not fucking lost my mind.” “Well attacking referee will do that Frank,” Finn muttered hoping that Frank didn’t hear him. “We can get something down in a second as this is our hotel.” Finn held the door open to the hotel and he nodded at the hotel receptionist as the crossed the reception towards the lift. Finn pressed the button and waited. “Have you heard anything from Sean?” Frank asked. “Since that unprovoked attack on him he’s not been in contact with me; does he blame me for the attack by those fucking cowards? If I’d known I’d have killed those fuckers for putting their hands on an icon but I had my hands full with those HKW cunts.” The lift opened as he was talking and an elderly lady exited and gave him a look of disdain for his use of language but Frank didn’t even notice as he entered the lift and paused for a few seconds to let Finn to get in before he pressed the button for his floor. “No,” Finn answered him back as he stood next to him. “I’ve heard nothing from him, I’m hoping that he’ll be able to appear at this show as he’ll want to be by you guys side as you lay wastes to all of those punks from HKW and the traitors from the company.” “Don’t get me fucking started on those ass clown,” Frank said as he frustrated looked to see if the lift was moving. “I’m so going to have to have a word with Mister Blood to see what the fuck that was all about. Where was fucking security? If I cannot feel fucking safe in my own workplace why do we fucking do it Finn? This is a fucking cluster fuck beyond cluster fucks.” The door opened on their floor and they exited. Frank came to his door and wiped the key card under the sensor and pushed open the door as Finn followed him in. “How do you want to do this?” Finn asked. “The usual rant at them or something different this time?” “Let’s play it by fucking ear,” Frank said as he removed the hoody revealing the bullet proof vest he was wearing underneath. “Putting a plan in action spoils fucking spontaneity.” “What the hell?” Finn said. “A bullet proof vest?” “Well you know where we are?” Frank asked. “American’s and their fucking guns; they are fucking crazy. Everyone has a fucking gun in this country and will shoot you for anything. I’ve seen some cross eyed inbred hill billies in this country that I wouldn’t even trust with a fucking spud gun let alone a machine fucking gun. They think it’s their god given rights but I think God has abandoned this cesspool of a country to die in its own fucking juices. Did you see that they’ve had more shooting since we’ve been in this country than the rest of the world in total? This country is like the fucking Wild West. Shoot first ask fucking questions second.” “Now that would have been good to get on camera but would have definitely got you lynched,” Finn said as he picked up the camera. “Now then let’s get started.” “Okay,” Frank said as he took off the bullet proof vest and pulling on his retro Bastard t-shirt and mentally getting prepared for it. “I’m ready.” Finn brought the camera up and nodded. “So things got fucking serious for once with what those tossers did to not only me but with the rest of the Bastards,” Frank said. “I can’t believe that those fucking wankers from the Indies had the audacity to put their hands on us. With those traitorous scum in the fucking locker room they think that they can come into the big leagues and make a name for themselves. Putting those hands on us comes with consequences and it seems that when we get to California myself and Robbie will get a chance to put the hurt on a couple of this Indie fuck-tards.” He pulled out his sun glasses and proceeded to clean them whilst he talked to the camera. “Where as it would have been funny to take their tag championship belts they seem to have moved them on to a team that they believe would be a safer bet but we all know this Society of the New Breed ain’t got anything that the Bastards haven’t fucking seen before,” he continued. “Anyway I fucking digress; when this fucking self-proclaimed Hard-core company gets its fingers out of their asses it’s going to get so fucking serious. Now do you think that the Bastards are all about corny fucking parody segments recorded for the shows? No, before that stuff the Bastards were a group of violent fucking assholes whose job was to destroy everyone that was thrown in our path. Now it’s time to go back to basics.” Frank put the glasses on the top of his head. “Violence will be brought to this little Society of misfits,” Frank smirked. “They can’t even do one good thing and made this match fun; the self-proclaimed Great Syberus and Kilroy Evans lost their belts to the Anointed which would have been fun to go along the three different tag championship belts that Bastards fucking have but alas we won’t get to take those off of you this time round. Syberus, what the fuck sort of name is that? It ain’t a Manchester name as Robbie would know you. He’s been wrestling out of that part of the country for decades and your name never came up at any point. So what’s the crack? What’s your story? How’d you end up in this company of window lickers and retards? Does it really fucking matter to be perfectly fucking honest. Not on my fucking watch, not today ass clowns!” He leaned down to off camera and pulled out the Wrestle: UK Tag Championship belt that he held with the other two members of the Bastards. “People may think those slack-jawed morons have a chance against Robbie and me do they?” he asked. “Really? Fuck, really! That is a near impossibility to imagine. That is something of a near-impossibility but then some miracles do seem to happen around any fucking muppets who gun for the Bastards, look at how Havok got one over on Fowler last year but how’d that work out for him in the end? He got his handed to him and back to being fucking enhancement staff for the fucker. Now Havok, I haven’t forgotten what you did to my arm. I’ll get my fucking revenge but we’ve got this HKW thing to think about first. And it’ll be broadcast on pay per fucking view on the XHF Network. I bet they demand their fucking money quickly for this fucking show as we all know they’ve got to pay for that fucking failure of a Supremacy show. It’s a wonder that this fucking Network doesn’t go under if we weren’t on it anymore.” Frank nodded to himself as if he was thinking what next to say. The frustration was apparent on his face as he continued his rant of sorts. “Who dreamed this fucking match up anyway? It was probably some fucking punk with a moronic name that I will not give it any justification as it was probably thought up by one of those moronic wankers whilst masturbating all over the backside of one of their favourite pigs.” Frank said matter factly. ”The Society are like some cock wombling spunk-flutes that are trying to get their own Only Fans off the fucking ground; well they do say there is a freak for everyone. Do they really want to get into the Bastards business? Do they believe they can beat the Bastards? Well Mister Blood better take that vibrator out of his ass if he really worried about the win going our way.” Frank caressed his sun glasses. He was angry but still held a calm demeanour. “Come on,” he said. “People will be watching this and thinking where the bloody hell is Robbie? They’ll be coming up with all sorts of fucking conspiracies theories why he’s not here. You know the one I blame for this right? You know the one I’m fucking talking about don’t you? You know the one right? The one who’s monotone voice cures insomnia and is as goddamn dim as a fucking gold fish. Yeah Mister Blood is trying to put tension within the Bastards now that I’m the number one fucking contender for the gold strap that Robbie fucking holds onto tighter than the black fucking dildo from our old days.” A smile appeared on Frank Windsor's face even it was hard to see his teeth through the perfectly trimmed beard. “Beating that fat Irish cunt Spike put me in that spot so it’s probably my own fault for being this damn good,” Frank continued with a smirk on his face. “Now me and Robbie will face off against each for one more time and we’ll have some fucking fun in the squared circle. People are reading into this as the start of the fucking implosion of the Bastards but those that know the fucking Bastards know that we love competition and the only competition we see is between the three of us so read into that what you want fuckers; but until then me and Robbie have to concentrate on those wankers from HKW until then the fun will begin and you people need to just do this one thing........Now fuck off!!!”