Post by fowler on Mar 29, 2023 7:13:11 GMT -5
Dear World,
I am writing a letter to address recent actions taken by several parties to their own detriment. Why am I doing this via pen and paper rather than the typical format of a recorded video message or some elaborate promo?
Because I’m sick of it. Sick of the hypocrisy that exists within the locker room and the back office of Wrestle: UK.
Do I really need to remind you all of what I’ve done, what I’ve given of myself to establish this company? From day one, when Wrestle: UK needed someone to carry it into the mainstream, a face that could bring brand recognition, it was me. And since that day I have worked my hardest to be a champion and poster boy for this place.
What did that get me? It got me nothing but abuse.
You see Blood and his cronies did fuck all to help or protect me. Instead I’ve been booked week in and week out against every hard hitter they could find in matches that have taken years off of my career! Despite that I did my job as a professional and defended my title as any good champion should, even managing to recapture it after that little blip with Havok.
I sincerely hope that Mr Crane gets the same level of treatment as I have Mr Blood, although based on the next card it doesn’t look like he will. It appears that Wesley is going to be less of a fighting champion and simply put more of a bitch.
The kind of sad little wanker who takes every opportunity to save his own skin than give the people what they want. The Bastards spent over a year giving the people what they want.
But again, that wasn’t appreciated. Instead you all forced us into a corner and made us have to drop the nice guy personas and revert to our true type – BASTARDS.
The biggest insult is that through it all, no one had clearly listened to a single word we said. We warned you all what was coming and what would happen but no one seemed to care. We told you that the Bastards can’t be broken or turned, yet upon reviewing the footage it appears the announce team were still convinced that wasn’t the case? And despite making it clear that I no longer want to be associated with that “London Calling” music which leaves a bitter taste of what should have been happier memories, the fucking monkey in production still used it during my entrance into the elimination chamber.
So, as no one around here gives a shit, allow me to be the first Bastard to clearly state I give zero fucks either.
You all changed the game, so welcome to the new rules.
Havok and Von Krauss have an advantage.
They have walked the same circles and paths as The Bastards for a very long time, so they know exactly what we look like in our rawest form. The rest of you twats have a long journey ahead of you, one which I quite frankly do think you’re ready for.
I’m not talking about the physicality, I know that most of you can take a beating as we’ve already handed out enough of those. I’m talking about the mental and psychological pain that you are all about to experience. You see Bastards don’t play nicely, and you’ve invited us to unleash every little trick in our playbook against you all.
And it seems a few people have decided to line themselves up for the first shot but Preston, you’ve made the most noise and crowned yourself the lucky winner.
You’ve taken to calling me William, which is really lovely of you, thank you. I would like to extend the favour back by referring to you as your full initials, PAR. I thought this would be fitting as cocky heels who refer to themselves by their initial is certainly flavour of the year, but you of course know that.
I’m equally flattered that you want to make your big singles debut in Wrestle: UK against me.
Although the fact you’ve made mention of your buddy Crane beating me so much would surely indicate that I’m an easy target? I mean you’re clearly on another level to Wesley, thus making him sub-PAR, so why would you want to pick at the bones he’s already feasted on?
Unless of course you’re just blowing smoke up everyone’s arse and you know that I am still the alpha here and the measure stick.
Why would you need to do that tough? You’re the High Rollers Club! You guys are the real deal, the best dressed, the best looking, the legitimate top guys in the business right?
Or, are you simply imitations of the most consistent force in this business. A collective who truly are professional wrestling, The Bastards.
I think my gut tells me it’s the later PAR.
And as for High Rolling, I can only assume that refers to what you aim to get on your D20’s when you are all sat together in Wesley’s basement playing Dungeons & Dragons after a hard day of working, pretending to be real men who are successful and attractive to anything other than a fictional half-elf voiced by your mate on the opposite side of the table.
Or am I wrong?
Anyway I’m running out of room on this paper and there is more to be said about you, so I should probably wrap this up and pick it up again later.
So in summary, welcome to the next level of the game Wrestle: UK. You’re in for a shitty fucking ride, courtesy of the Bastards.
Go fuck yourselves,
William Fowler
I am writing a letter to address recent actions taken by several parties to their own detriment. Why am I doing this via pen and paper rather than the typical format of a recorded video message or some elaborate promo?
Because I’m sick of it. Sick of the hypocrisy that exists within the locker room and the back office of Wrestle: UK.
Do I really need to remind you all of what I’ve done, what I’ve given of myself to establish this company? From day one, when Wrestle: UK needed someone to carry it into the mainstream, a face that could bring brand recognition, it was me. And since that day I have worked my hardest to be a champion and poster boy for this place.
What did that get me? It got me nothing but abuse.
You see Blood and his cronies did fuck all to help or protect me. Instead I’ve been booked week in and week out against every hard hitter they could find in matches that have taken years off of my career! Despite that I did my job as a professional and defended my title as any good champion should, even managing to recapture it after that little blip with Havok.
I sincerely hope that Mr Crane gets the same level of treatment as I have Mr Blood, although based on the next card it doesn’t look like he will. It appears that Wesley is going to be less of a fighting champion and simply put more of a bitch.
The kind of sad little wanker who takes every opportunity to save his own skin than give the people what they want. The Bastards spent over a year giving the people what they want.
But again, that wasn’t appreciated. Instead you all forced us into a corner and made us have to drop the nice guy personas and revert to our true type – BASTARDS.
The biggest insult is that through it all, no one had clearly listened to a single word we said. We warned you all what was coming and what would happen but no one seemed to care. We told you that the Bastards can’t be broken or turned, yet upon reviewing the footage it appears the announce team were still convinced that wasn’t the case? And despite making it clear that I no longer want to be associated with that “London Calling” music which leaves a bitter taste of what should have been happier memories, the fucking monkey in production still used it during my entrance into the elimination chamber.
So, as no one around here gives a shit, allow me to be the first Bastard to clearly state I give zero fucks either.
You all changed the game, so welcome to the new rules.
Havok and Von Krauss have an advantage.
They have walked the same circles and paths as The Bastards for a very long time, so they know exactly what we look like in our rawest form. The rest of you twats have a long journey ahead of you, one which I quite frankly do think you’re ready for.
I’m not talking about the physicality, I know that most of you can take a beating as we’ve already handed out enough of those. I’m talking about the mental and psychological pain that you are all about to experience. You see Bastards don’t play nicely, and you’ve invited us to unleash every little trick in our playbook against you all.
And it seems a few people have decided to line themselves up for the first shot but Preston, you’ve made the most noise and crowned yourself the lucky winner.
You’ve taken to calling me William, which is really lovely of you, thank you. I would like to extend the favour back by referring to you as your full initials, PAR. I thought this would be fitting as cocky heels who refer to themselves by their initial is certainly flavour of the year, but you of course know that.
I’m equally flattered that you want to make your big singles debut in Wrestle: UK against me.
Although the fact you’ve made mention of your buddy Crane beating me so much would surely indicate that I’m an easy target? I mean you’re clearly on another level to Wesley, thus making him sub-PAR, so why would you want to pick at the bones he’s already feasted on?
Unless of course you’re just blowing smoke up everyone’s arse and you know that I am still the alpha here and the measure stick.
Why would you need to do that tough? You’re the High Rollers Club! You guys are the real deal, the best dressed, the best looking, the legitimate top guys in the business right?
Or, are you simply imitations of the most consistent force in this business. A collective who truly are professional wrestling, The Bastards.
I think my gut tells me it’s the later PAR.
And as for High Rolling, I can only assume that refers to what you aim to get on your D20’s when you are all sat together in Wesley’s basement playing Dungeons & Dragons after a hard day of working, pretending to be real men who are successful and attractive to anything other than a fictional half-elf voiced by your mate on the opposite side of the table.
Or am I wrong?
Anyway I’m running out of room on this paper and there is more to be said about you, so I should probably wrap this up and pick it up again later.
So in summary, welcome to the next level of the game Wrestle: UK. You’re in for a shitty fucking ride, courtesy of the Bastards.
Go fuck yourselves,
William Fowler
