Post by franchiseface on Feb 6, 2022 5:54:08 GMT -5
“So you are really going back?”
Zelda Knite sat on the edge of the bed and watched as her boyfriend, Steve Awesome packed his things for his trip to the great white north.
“I thought you said you’d never come back to NPW?”
“I did.”
Steve Awesome said, followed by a shrug.
“And quite frankly, I’m not too excited about it.”
He sneers and shakes his head.
“It’s too cold. I mean it’s cold here in Michigan but up there in Canada you fart ice cubes. I’m really not about that life.”
He throws some extra sweaters and hoodies into his suitcase.
“Eww. So why the hell are you even going?”
Steve tosses a few more items into his luggage.
“I got a call from a couple of people. They shared a few of the same ideas and wanted to reach the same goals in NPW as I did.”
Zelda tilts her head in confusion.
“And what’s that?”
Steve throws in his workin boots.
“Take that sumbitch over.”
He zips the case shut.
Zelda Knite sat on the edge of the bed and watched as her boyfriend, Steve Awesome packed his things for his trip to the great white north.
“I thought you said you’d never come back to NPW?”
“I did.”
Steve Awesome said, followed by a shrug.
“And quite frankly, I’m not too excited about it.”
He sneers and shakes his head.
“It’s too cold. I mean it’s cold here in Michigan but up there in Canada you fart ice cubes. I’m really not about that life.”
He throws some extra sweaters and hoodies into his suitcase.
“Eww. So why the hell are you even going?”
Steve tosses a few more items into his luggage.
“I got a call from a couple of people. They shared a few of the same ideas and wanted to reach the same goals in NPW as I did.”
Zelda tilts her head in confusion.
“And what’s that?”
Steve throws in his workin boots.
“Take that sumbitch over.”
He zips the case shut.
“Everyone wants to know…”
We fade in on the Face of the Franchise as he smirks into the camera.
“What is the Empire?
Steve rubs his chin as he thinks about it.
“Shitty tv show?”
He shrugs and nods his head.
“Maybe? Is it an overused name for a stable full of dickheads?”
Another half shrug half nod from Awesome.
“Yeah, you might be right about that.”
He sighs and then looks into the camera.
“Truth is, I’m not really sure what the Empire is. Donzig, Timeless, they aren’t exactly sure either. Hell, I’m still not all the way sure if I even like those guys. I mean, Donzig is kind of a wild card and Timeless gives sleazebags like me a bad name.”
Steve stepped forward.
“But we have the same purpose. We have the same ideas and goals. And that is of course to run this place and fuck shit up.”
He glares into the camera with a cocky grin you just wanted to punch.
“And honestly I can get behind that. The Empire.”
He stops to really imagine it.
“Even we don’t know what we’re going to do but I guaran-damn-tee you really don’t want to find out. Because as far as I’m concerned NPW can either bend to our whim or we can watch it burn to the ground.”
A simple shrug and then sends a devilish grin into the camera.
“It don’t matter to us, Gus.”
He pulled his shades down and gave the camera a wink.
“And that brings me to Honor. In the debut match of The Empire we face the Bastards. Just a couple of best buddies who like to drink beer and fight. Well, Bastards…The Empire….we aren’t exactly best friends.”
He slowly shakes his head.
“No. But we are still coming to that without honor streetfight ready to make an impactful debut in this match just like we did on Day two of the cruiserweight cup.”
As the thought came up he couldn’t help but smile. He stopped and held a lone finger up.
“Speaking of, let me just go ahead and say right now that I don’t give a shits ass about Rob Riot or Billy Fowler. Flower Riot can go run head first into oncoming traffic for all I care.”
He smiles into the camera.
“Frank Windsor.”
A cocky and flippant upward nod.
“Sup bro…”
He says, a tinge of a challenge in his voice.
“You know, ever since Cruiser Cup Day Two I’ve been thinking about our special moment. You know the one I’m talking about.”
He grins as he thinks about it.
“Donzig and Timeless were beating you up. Then I showed up. But then Frank, you looked up at me with these desperate, thankful eyes. Like a damsel in distress. With his knight and shining armor there to save the day.”
He nods.
“We shared a moment there, Frank. A bond that might have lasted forever.”
He laughs and shrugs his shoulders.
“But then I blasted you in the face!”
He looks up into the camera.
“And if I can be frank…”
He chuckles.
“Heh, little joke..”
He stops laughing and he glares into the lens. Laser daggers.
“…I’m not done beating your ass yet.”
He shakes his head.
“Truth is Frank, when I kicked you in the face and watched you crumble to the mat, I kind of liked it. I liked watching you believe you finally had a helping hand and then watch as the giant trash bag full of campbell's chunky soup that you are went tumbled to the mat with a portly thud”
He smirked.
“Ya know it’s like life, just when you think you finally catch a break, it finds a way to give you one last good kick in the teeth.”
He chuckled to himself and ran a palm through his hair.
“So Frank I’m coming to Honor, to fight in this without honor street fight to get me another piece. I’m going to show you that I haven’t exactly been an honorable man my whole life. And I’m gonna prove that when I roll your chubby ass all the way up to the snack bar and force feed you nachos till you crap yourself you little bitch.”
He glares into the camera.
“And most importantly Frankie…”
He slowly pulls his sunglasses off to reveal the confidence oozing out of his green eyes.
“I’m coming to knock you out again.”
He smiles arrogantly and slaps his thigh.
“The Empire makes their stand. And if you still aren’t sure what The Empire is, after Honor, I’m sure you can ask the Bastards alllll about us….”
He crotch chops and then blocks the camera with his hand fading the scene to black.
We fade in on the Face of the Franchise as he smirks into the camera.
“What is the Empire?
Steve rubs his chin as he thinks about it.
“Shitty tv show?”
He shrugs and nods his head.
“Maybe? Is it an overused name for a stable full of dickheads?”
Another half shrug half nod from Awesome.
“Yeah, you might be right about that.”
He sighs and then looks into the camera.
“Truth is, I’m not really sure what the Empire is. Donzig, Timeless, they aren’t exactly sure either. Hell, I’m still not all the way sure if I even like those guys. I mean, Donzig is kind of a wild card and Timeless gives sleazebags like me a bad name.”
Steve stepped forward.
“But we have the same purpose. We have the same ideas and goals. And that is of course to run this place and fuck shit up.”
He glares into the camera with a cocky grin you just wanted to punch.
“And honestly I can get behind that. The Empire.”
He stops to really imagine it.
“Even we don’t know what we’re going to do but I guaran-damn-tee you really don’t want to find out. Because as far as I’m concerned NPW can either bend to our whim or we can watch it burn to the ground.”
A simple shrug and then sends a devilish grin into the camera.
“It don’t matter to us, Gus.”
He pulled his shades down and gave the camera a wink.
“And that brings me to Honor. In the debut match of The Empire we face the Bastards. Just a couple of best buddies who like to drink beer and fight. Well, Bastards…The Empire….we aren’t exactly best friends.”
He slowly shakes his head.
“No. But we are still coming to that without honor streetfight ready to make an impactful debut in this match just like we did on Day two of the cruiserweight cup.”
As the thought came up he couldn’t help but smile. He stopped and held a lone finger up.
“Speaking of, let me just go ahead and say right now that I don’t give a shits ass about Rob Riot or Billy Fowler. Flower Riot can go run head first into oncoming traffic for all I care.”
He smiles into the camera.
“Frank Windsor.”
A cocky and flippant upward nod.
“Sup bro…”
He says, a tinge of a challenge in his voice.
“You know, ever since Cruiser Cup Day Two I’ve been thinking about our special moment. You know the one I’m talking about.”
He grins as he thinks about it.
“Donzig and Timeless were beating you up. Then I showed up. But then Frank, you looked up at me with these desperate, thankful eyes. Like a damsel in distress. With his knight and shining armor there to save the day.”
He nods.
“We shared a moment there, Frank. A bond that might have lasted forever.”
He laughs and shrugs his shoulders.
“But then I blasted you in the face!”
He looks up into the camera.
“And if I can be frank…”
He chuckles.
“Heh, little joke..”
He stops laughing and he glares into the lens. Laser daggers.
“…I’m not done beating your ass yet.”
He shakes his head.
“Truth is Frank, when I kicked you in the face and watched you crumble to the mat, I kind of liked it. I liked watching you believe you finally had a helping hand and then watch as the giant trash bag full of campbell's chunky soup that you are went tumbled to the mat with a portly thud”
He smirked.
“Ya know it’s like life, just when you think you finally catch a break, it finds a way to give you one last good kick in the teeth.”
He chuckled to himself and ran a palm through his hair.
“So Frank I’m coming to Honor, to fight in this without honor street fight to get me another piece. I’m going to show you that I haven’t exactly been an honorable man my whole life. And I’m gonna prove that when I roll your chubby ass all the way up to the snack bar and force feed you nachos till you crap yourself you little bitch.”
He glares into the camera.
“And most importantly Frankie…”
He slowly pulls his sunglasses off to reveal the confidence oozing out of his green eyes.
“I’m coming to knock you out again.”
He smiles arrogantly and slaps his thigh.
“The Empire makes their stand. And if you still aren’t sure what The Empire is, after Honor, I’m sure you can ask the Bastards alllll about us….”
He crotch chops and then blocks the camera with his hand fading the scene to black.
