A Badman Opens Fire On The World

[Frank Windsor]

“Get that fucking camera on me now,” said a voice as it focused onto a figure who sat upon a chair in a locker room. “I’ve got a lot on my fucking mind about the shit that went down at the pay per view and I want to get it off my chest. Also If I don’t say what needs to be said it would be as if Mister Blood and those other bitches could fuck the Bastards in the ass with a giant dildo wrapped in barbwire WITHOUT lube.” It was none other than the current Wrestle: UK Tag Champion and the number one contender for the belt that his tag partner had around his waist at the moment. Frank Windsor had a look of thunder on his face as he had a lot to be angry about. He was sat his tag belt over his left shoulder and his designer sunglasses on top of his head. The camera was being held by one of Wrestle: UK’s official cameramen as none of Frank’s cohorts were around at the moment. Frank’s head was down at the moment but as the camera focused on him he lifted it up. “Now I need to get some shit off of my fucking chest,” an angry looking Frank muttered. “After the cluster fuck that went down at the last show I need to let my fucking thoughts be heard. The fucking match myself and Watts had was heading towards me winning and Watts knows that he only has a fucking hold on that gold strap of his due to a miscommunication and not because of the fucking skills that he thinks he has. I thought the guy would be up in arms because of how that match finished as it shows him to be a cowardly cunt and that is only fucking reinforced when he puts the fucking belt on the line this next show against the Japanese punk Takaru Matsui. What the fuck man? I thought we had this whole fucking mutual respect thing going into the match and you do this? Is that what you’re all about? Is that what your fucking wrestling legacy is going to be known for?” Anger seemed to be dripping from every pore of his body. “Yeah, people got involved and stuff went down which shouldn’t have happened but that’s what wrestling is about,” he said. “But what fuck’s me off is the speed you’ve fucking moved onto your next opponent especially as you know you cannot fucking beat me. It’s so fucking disrespectful mate and I ain’t going to let it fucking lie. You may try and say that you’ve not booked yourself against Matsui but Mister Blood has. Pass the fucking book and bring in the blame game mate.” He clapped his hands together as he knew that what had been done wasn’t right. “That is the fucking coward’s way out,” laughed Frank. “We all know that Mister Blood is a fucking stooge and he is now in the pocket of a certain World fucking Champion. The Champ has brought Blood’s fucking soul as he knows the Bastards are the real threat to that belt that we all know should be around Riot’s waist as he was the star of that Chamber match and not some guy who’d more likely be found out to be in Gary Glitter’s contact list than being a professional wrestler. Crane probably had Blood pegged to be his stooge before he signed with the company. He had to buy Blood’s soul as we all know Crane couldn’t stand a chance against Riot one on one that he had to do something to hedge his bets.” Frank caressed his t-shirt as it was becoming creased and it annoyed him which in turn made him more angry with the world. “Anyway enough about that cluster fuck of a pay per view,” Frank muttered. “We now have to fucking move on from this and you all know the Bastards have always got a plan in motion. You guys think you’ve got one over on us as collectively the Bastards are Wrestle: UK and you need to look like you’re in some sort of fucking control so finally Robbie and I get our one on one match for that gold strap that Robbie has around his waist.” Frank smirked as he knew what was coming next. He laid the tag championship belt across his legs as he continued his rant at the world. “Now usually with you trying to get the Bastards broken up is your aim by making us fight like this,” he said. “But we’ve got this. We’ve fought before in most of the promotions we’ve been in. Hell the last match we were due to have against each other was for the GCW World Heavyweight Championship belt that I still carry but the company went out of business when the owner disappeared with the money taken from the pay per view’s arena gate. It was all weird but, well it’s wrestling.” He shrugged his shoulders as he was on a roll. “People are saying this is like a real life War of the Roses or to use language that some of those slacked jawed morons watching from home that don’t know real history,” he winked at the camera. “Yes that is you Americans; they would understand it to be more like a Battle of Bastards match based on that HBO show Game of Thrones. How fucking original. Myself and Robbie are going to make this match interesting and surprising for those of you tuning in………..” Finn walked in with a phone in his hand. He waved it towards Frank as he tried to get his attention. “Frank you’re going to want to take this, it’s the guy you and the guys were talking too.” “Okay,” Frank smirked as he turned back to the camera. “Now I’ve got to take this so you know what to do right? No? Well just fuck off!”