Post by fowler on Mar 6, 2023 9:41:37 GMT -5
London Calling plays over a video montage of clips from the last 12 months, showing a highlight reel of Fowler’s time as World Champion and some of his shenanigans with his fellow Bastards, before wrapping up on the scene of his lifeless body with Wesley Crane towering over him.
The scene cuts to Fowler, in his dirty, bloodied ring gear lying in the middle of a ring on his back. The light only focused on the square of white canvas, everywhere else is just a black void of darkness.
Fowler stares up at the abyss above the ring, his chest rising and falling as he takes each breath.
Fowler: “I know you’ve all wondered where I have been.”
The phrase seems void of any emotion, as Fowler speaks it out into the empty ring.
Fowler: “I know you all wondered why I didn’t speak out before the number qualifying match. Wondered why I haven’t spoken a single phonic sound since Wesley put me here. Flat out on the canvas.
Well I’ve been here. In a prison of my own design, the doors and chains fastened shut by Wesley Crane. I say I designed it, because it was always down to me whether or not I ended up here. And when it came time to dance with devil I just didn’t have enough.”
The lights slowly fade to a black out. We wait in silent darkness for a few moments.
Then they slowly fade back in revealing Fowler gone and in his place a coffin draped with a union jack.
After a few moments someone approaches through the void and climbs onto the ring apron and between the ropes. As he straightens up we see Fowler, looking refreshed and wearing new black ring gear. The fabric has a slight shine to it and is emblazoned with the word Bastard all over the tights in white writing.
He looks at the coffin and smiles, his next words are filled with emotion where previously there was none.
Fowler: “That man, the one you just heard from is staying right there!”
The throws a pointed finger towards the coffin.
Fowler: “He can stay in that prison and rot away, because that man had no place being a world champion. But this man, this man is going to be the catalyst for change around here boys and girls.
It’s time we do away with all of the niceties and give you all what you want.
You see the problem with Wrestle:UK is all of you want to be hero. From the squeaky clean to those on the roster who fancy themselves as the dark and brooding type, none of you can resist the urge to be the guy, the man, the person adored by millions of people around the globe.
Well I’ll let you know from the start so it’s no secret. I’m not here to be a hero, I’m not here to be “the man”. I’m here to make life a living hell for each and every one of you.
You all wanted a villain, you all wanted put me on a pedestal of the evil that needed to be defeated, so that is exactly what I will become.
For months me and my friends have shown you violence, but none of that comes close to the violence that we will enact upon you from now on.”
Fowler places a hand on top of the coffin, grabbing a fistful of the flag draped over it.
Fowler: “I’ve fought each and every one of you. Armand, our last meeting was in a different place and time, but I remember it well, but Goth, Havok, Crane… I know you all well and I know what it takes to beat you because I’ve done it before. The difference is the man in this box didn’t have it in him to finish the job and put your lifeless bodies in here instead!
But I do.”
Fowler looks up an places his left hand to his mouth before letting out a loud whistle which echoes around the darkness. Slowly a light begins to focus on an area high above the back of the ring and some distance away. As it increases in brightness it reveals a giant image of Billy Fowler and Rob Riot, both standing in a ring leant against the ropes smiling.
Fowler: “I warned you Wesley.
I told you that defeating me just opened the doors to something much worse, But you couldn’t resist. I knew that urge to be the hero would be just too great not to itch and here we are, the doors are open. St. Patrick’s Day you walk into an Elimination Chamber with not one Bastard but two!
You want to talk about numbers games? You want to talk about loyalty?
No, no, no… Like Robert said, we’ve kicked the shit out of each other before and we’ll fucking well do it again!
But when all is said and done and the last man walks out of the cage, he will be a Bastard.
And he will look into the eyes of his brother and will embrace him, because the ties that hold the Bastards together are never broken.
So what happens next Wesley? What happens to you when your dreams are crushed because of your own stupidity. You join Havok in the list of washed up former champions.
You want to know what happens to me? I go on, and on, and on. I continue, alongside my brothers in arms to decimate this promotion. To hold every one of it’s titles to ransom! And to keep you four and the rest of the roster penned in like lambs to the slaughter, just waiting to take your place on the dinner plate of The Bastards.
Come whatever may, you have all signed that world title over to the hands of The Bastards. It longs to be in our arms, and it always will."
Fowler smiles as the ring fades to black once more with a new piece of music to accompany it.
The scene cuts to Fowler, in his dirty, bloodied ring gear lying in the middle of a ring on his back. The light only focused on the square of white canvas, everywhere else is just a black void of darkness.
Fowler stares up at the abyss above the ring, his chest rising and falling as he takes each breath.
Fowler: “I know you’ve all wondered where I have been.”
The phrase seems void of any emotion, as Fowler speaks it out into the empty ring.
Fowler: “I know you all wondered why I didn’t speak out before the number qualifying match. Wondered why I haven’t spoken a single phonic sound since Wesley put me here. Flat out on the canvas.
Well I’ve been here. In a prison of my own design, the doors and chains fastened shut by Wesley Crane. I say I designed it, because it was always down to me whether or not I ended up here. And when it came time to dance with devil I just didn’t have enough.”
The lights slowly fade to a black out. We wait in silent darkness for a few moments.
Then they slowly fade back in revealing Fowler gone and in his place a coffin draped with a union jack.
After a few moments someone approaches through the void and climbs onto the ring apron and between the ropes. As he straightens up we see Fowler, looking refreshed and wearing new black ring gear. The fabric has a slight shine to it and is emblazoned with the word Bastard all over the tights in white writing.
He looks at the coffin and smiles, his next words are filled with emotion where previously there was none.
Fowler: “That man, the one you just heard from is staying right there!”
The throws a pointed finger towards the coffin.
Fowler: “He can stay in that prison and rot away, because that man had no place being a world champion. But this man, this man is going to be the catalyst for change around here boys and girls.
It’s time we do away with all of the niceties and give you all what you want.
You see the problem with Wrestle:UK is all of you want to be hero. From the squeaky clean to those on the roster who fancy themselves as the dark and brooding type, none of you can resist the urge to be the guy, the man, the person adored by millions of people around the globe.
Well I’ll let you know from the start so it’s no secret. I’m not here to be a hero, I’m not here to be “the man”. I’m here to make life a living hell for each and every one of you.
You all wanted a villain, you all wanted put me on a pedestal of the evil that needed to be defeated, so that is exactly what I will become.
For months me and my friends have shown you violence, but none of that comes close to the violence that we will enact upon you from now on.”
Fowler places a hand on top of the coffin, grabbing a fistful of the flag draped over it.
Fowler: “I’ve fought each and every one of you. Armand, our last meeting was in a different place and time, but I remember it well, but Goth, Havok, Crane… I know you all well and I know what it takes to beat you because I’ve done it before. The difference is the man in this box didn’t have it in him to finish the job and put your lifeless bodies in here instead!
But I do.”
Fowler looks up an places his left hand to his mouth before letting out a loud whistle which echoes around the darkness. Slowly a light begins to focus on an area high above the back of the ring and some distance away. As it increases in brightness it reveals a giant image of Billy Fowler and Rob Riot, both standing in a ring leant against the ropes smiling.
Fowler: “I warned you Wesley.
I told you that defeating me just opened the doors to something much worse, But you couldn’t resist. I knew that urge to be the hero would be just too great not to itch and here we are, the doors are open. St. Patrick’s Day you walk into an Elimination Chamber with not one Bastard but two!
You want to talk about numbers games? You want to talk about loyalty?
No, no, no… Like Robert said, we’ve kicked the shit out of each other before and we’ll fucking well do it again!
But when all is said and done and the last man walks out of the cage, he will be a Bastard.
And he will look into the eyes of his brother and will embrace him, because the ties that hold the Bastards together are never broken.
So what happens next Wesley? What happens to you when your dreams are crushed because of your own stupidity. You join Havok in the list of washed up former champions.
You want to know what happens to me? I go on, and on, and on. I continue, alongside my brothers in arms to decimate this promotion. To hold every one of it’s titles to ransom! And to keep you four and the rest of the roster penned in like lambs to the slaughter, just waiting to take your place on the dinner plate of The Bastards.
Come whatever may, you have all signed that world title over to the hands of The Bastards. It longs to be in our arms, and it always will."
Fowler smiles as the ring fades to black once more with a new piece of music to accompany it.
