Post by bigdaddybastard on Feb 4, 2022 7:11:21 GMT -5
Billy Fowler sat behind the driver’s seat of a brand-new Volkswagen Amarok, parked in a quiet little spot overlooking a large crater which was covered in trees and scrub land. It looked quite idyllic under the warming winter sun.
Fowler took in the serene scene through his rose-tinted aviator shades whilst manipulating the arms of a small Tommy Lister Jr, also known as Zeus, action figure with his hands.
“You would never know…
The things that happened here. The stories that were told. The legends that were made.
Let’s go back in time. Way back in time, some 15 years ago!
Billy Fowler was a young man then. I was carefree, no commitments, no rules. I decided that I wanted to dip my toes back into the world of Professional Wrestling. So I travelled her and signed up with a little company with a big heart on the infamous FedWars TV Network called nGw.
I was young and full of grit and I would like to say I made an impact on my arrival, but I had a lot to learn to become the man that you know today.
Timeless…Awesome…Donzig…
You call yourselves Empire. And like my good friend Mr Windsor detailed to you the other day, empires rise and fall. So let me continue my little story and educate you on an empire, THE Empire in fact.
You see, Billy Fowler has been synonymous with great factions throughout my entire career. The Bastards being that absolute pinnacle of these. But before Fowler ever met Riot, and way before we brought Windsor into the fold, I was taken under the wing and tutorage of a certain man, a decorated champion called Big Ed Sweeton.
And right here we made history. We became The Empire and we controlled nGw for better part of a year. Other members came and went, but we were the linchpins that held the machine together and that machine brought us titles and glory and formed me into the man who can afford the lifestyle I now enjoy.
So, you see gentlemen, calling yourself Empire is sweet. But you’re looking at a man that was an Empire! And that legacy is continued through me and my associates who refer to ourselves as the undisputed bad boys of wrestling, the dukes of dysfunction, the wreckers of womanly virtues, THE BASTARDS!
I cannot deny that you made an impact. What you did to Windsor and then me and Rob, that was a statement. But you now need to back that up. And you’ve made the mistake of walking straight into the lions den… three on three with us is not a situation that you want to find yourselves in.
You are probably confused as to why I’m looking into a beautiful crater right now.
It wasn’t like this about 8 years ago. It was a wasteland. A hole left in the ground from a battle which destroyed and entire arena and a city. Myself and Riot were two of the key players in that match.
Why am I telling you all this? Is it just the waffle oh a drunk Englishman?
Well, maybe in part… but in truth I realise that many of the viewers and talents here in CWA know little about myself and my esteemed colleagues, so a little history lesson felt apt.
You see, you need to know exactly who you are dealing with. Three men who have held every tag team championship we’ve laid our eyes on. And when I say held, I don’t mean we won it and then dropped it a few weeks later. I mean HELD. Months…fucking years! Some we got bored of and just dontated to kids we felt bad for. A kind of Make-A-Wish for grown arse nerds who thought they had what it takes to hang in this sport.
Rob Riot. He has held more World Championship titles than your collective mothers, spouses, sisters, and God forbid daughters have taken dick in the back of a pickup behind the local Wendy’s!”
Fowler glanced over his shoulder to the back seat of the massive truck he was sat in.
“We aren’t like the others gentlemen. We don’t just show up and make claims of greatness. We don’t pretend to be the best in the world in the hopes that our opponents will believe us.
We deliver cold hard facts, based on a track record that defines us as the undisputed best in the world.
I learned a very long time ago that a flashy, pompous name doesn’t make you. Empires, Kingdoms, Clubs, Escort Agencies… they all fall on their knees. That’s why we simply make a statement with our name. A statement of fact, that we are indeed, Bastards.
Cut from the most vulgar, violent and despicable cloth that God’s tailor had available, and then refined with a nice shiny veneer of sophistication that only God’s own country, the land of Britannia could provide.
But don’t let the flash appearance make you forget that underneath lies a long and storied journey of three men who had a vision to take the world, kicking and screaming and make it conform to us. We’ve achieved that at every federation, alliance, and company that we’ve stepped foot in, and CWA will be no different. You will conform or you’ll be sent home to sit on your lazy boy with a broken neck and stack of doctor’s bills.
You’ve made a mistake gentlemen, a big one. This is just the beginning; I’ll be back shortly to elaborate further on the fate that awaits you at the hands of The Bastards. But take note of my little history lesson, I hope you listened well.
Because I know about empires, and I know that no empire has ever measured up to the domination that we have delivered.
Fowler took in the serene scene through his rose-tinted aviator shades whilst manipulating the arms of a small Tommy Lister Jr, also known as Zeus, action figure with his hands.
“You would never know…
The things that happened here. The stories that were told. The legends that were made.
Let’s go back in time. Way back in time, some 15 years ago!
Billy Fowler was a young man then. I was carefree, no commitments, no rules. I decided that I wanted to dip my toes back into the world of Professional Wrestling. So I travelled her and signed up with a little company with a big heart on the infamous FedWars TV Network called nGw.
I was young and full of grit and I would like to say I made an impact on my arrival, but I had a lot to learn to become the man that you know today.
Timeless…Awesome…Donzig…
You call yourselves Empire. And like my good friend Mr Windsor detailed to you the other day, empires rise and fall. So let me continue my little story and educate you on an empire, THE Empire in fact.
You see, Billy Fowler has been synonymous with great factions throughout my entire career. The Bastards being that absolute pinnacle of these. But before Fowler ever met Riot, and way before we brought Windsor into the fold, I was taken under the wing and tutorage of a certain man, a decorated champion called Big Ed Sweeton.
And right here we made history. We became The Empire and we controlled nGw for better part of a year. Other members came and went, but we were the linchpins that held the machine together and that machine brought us titles and glory and formed me into the man who can afford the lifestyle I now enjoy.
So, you see gentlemen, calling yourself Empire is sweet. But you’re looking at a man that was an Empire! And that legacy is continued through me and my associates who refer to ourselves as the undisputed bad boys of wrestling, the dukes of dysfunction, the wreckers of womanly virtues, THE BASTARDS!
I cannot deny that you made an impact. What you did to Windsor and then me and Rob, that was a statement. But you now need to back that up. And you’ve made the mistake of walking straight into the lions den… three on three with us is not a situation that you want to find yourselves in.
You are probably confused as to why I’m looking into a beautiful crater right now.
It wasn’t like this about 8 years ago. It was a wasteland. A hole left in the ground from a battle which destroyed and entire arena and a city. Myself and Riot were two of the key players in that match.
Why am I telling you all this? Is it just the waffle oh a drunk Englishman?
Well, maybe in part… but in truth I realise that many of the viewers and talents here in CWA know little about myself and my esteemed colleagues, so a little history lesson felt apt.
You see, you need to know exactly who you are dealing with. Three men who have held every tag team championship we’ve laid our eyes on. And when I say held, I don’t mean we won it and then dropped it a few weeks later. I mean HELD. Months…fucking years! Some we got bored of and just dontated to kids we felt bad for. A kind of Make-A-Wish for grown arse nerds who thought they had what it takes to hang in this sport.
Rob Riot. He has held more World Championship titles than your collective mothers, spouses, sisters, and God forbid daughters have taken dick in the back of a pickup behind the local Wendy’s!”
Fowler glanced over his shoulder to the back seat of the massive truck he was sat in.
“We aren’t like the others gentlemen. We don’t just show up and make claims of greatness. We don’t pretend to be the best in the world in the hopes that our opponents will believe us.
We deliver cold hard facts, based on a track record that defines us as the undisputed best in the world.
I learned a very long time ago that a flashy, pompous name doesn’t make you. Empires, Kingdoms, Clubs, Escort Agencies… they all fall on their knees. That’s why we simply make a statement with our name. A statement of fact, that we are indeed, Bastards.
Cut from the most vulgar, violent and despicable cloth that God’s tailor had available, and then refined with a nice shiny veneer of sophistication that only God’s own country, the land of Britannia could provide.
But don’t let the flash appearance make you forget that underneath lies a long and storied journey of three men who had a vision to take the world, kicking and screaming and make it conform to us. We’ve achieved that at every federation, alliance, and company that we’ve stepped foot in, and CWA will be no different. You will conform or you’ll be sent home to sit on your lazy boy with a broken neck and stack of doctor’s bills.
You’ve made a mistake gentlemen, a big one. This is just the beginning; I’ll be back shortly to elaborate further on the fate that awaits you at the hands of The Bastards. But take note of my little history lesson, I hope you listened well.
Because I know about empires, and I know that no empire has ever measured up to the domination that we have delivered.
