Post by Frank Windsor on Feb 11, 2022 15:50:09 GMT -5
Frank Windsor wasn’t known for his mental health issues and what that had been going off lately in the NPW could probably send him over the edge and if he was an American he’d probably go on some rampage with a machine gun around some shopping mall so luckily for the NPW he was more civilised as he came from the right side of the pond and probably before beating the Empire to a bloody pulp he’d come out with some expletive filled tirade.
He was sat on a hard plastic chair which was a stable part of school life in the United Kingdoms which was situated in the locker room at the house show where NPW were at this evening. Frank was all alone except for his protégé Finn Corbyn who held a camera up.
“It has been brought to my attention that not only do the NPW tend to put sub-titles across the bottom of the screen when I talk but they don’t seem to understand my cultural references,” Frank said. “I may have a broad Bradford accent but can’t be worse that some of the fuckers on the roster; hell Eddie Havok’s Essex accent is worse and he lives in the same fucking country as me. And when I comment on certain people within the UK culture it’s not my fault that you’re uncultured fuck-tards that don’t know current pop cultural references because you’re not down with the fucking kids.”
Frank pulled up his tag championship belt and put it over his shoulder as he tried to concentrate on what he was saying in his tirade to the Empire. He was tired of being a target for groups like the Empire who thought he was the weak link in the Bastards because he had the least experience in the ring.
“Anyway enough of this manby-panby Woke bullshit and let me get back onto what brought you all to this in the first fucking place, right?” Frank continued. “I know you’ve all fucking tuned into see how far I can push the fucking envelope talking about my opponents at the next NPW show.”
A smirk crossed his lips but fell as quickly as it appeared as the anger was still visibly making him shake. He’d sort of been impressed with some of the members of the Empire separately but together they’d got no chemistry or glue to keep them together unlike the Bastards.
“Well let’s catch you all up,” he continued. “Myself and the other two Bastards have got the privilege of fucking destroying three punks that seemingly hate each other but have joined together in some sort of human fucking centipede like group and call themselves the fucking Empire. They have joined each other in an attempt to take out the biggest threats to their pathetic fucking egos and take money out of their fucking wallets. These three wankers think that taking us out of the picture they can go back to some sort of normalcy where they hold all the power.”
He caressed the tag championship belt and brought it up and looked at it closely. He reached into a pocket of his jeans and pulled out a cloth and began to polish the Bastards name plates on the side.
“If the three of you are so insecure with your manliness and have your panties in so much of a bunch because of us three there’s not a lot I can fucking do about it,” Frank said with a straight face before it twisted into a smirk. “Other than beat the fucking snot out of you sad sack fuckers. I was shown the footage Stevie boy’s little tirade about how much of a boner he got from jumping me. And then I see Donzig disrespecting Fowler by disregarding him. Hey Fuckbucket, the only people that can disrespect Fowler is me and Robbie so step the fuck off ass clown!”
Finn moved the camera around slightly to get a better angle whilst Frank stretched his shoulders. The Bastards t-shirt creased up slightly as he did this so Frank unconsciously reached up and straightened it.
“You may have thought that our arrival into this company with other members of the Galactic Sex Pirates that we were the great acquisition for the NPW,” he said. “Well part of that was right, the Bastards were a great acquisition but the other bunch were failures who were trying to hang onto something from their past which is why we got rid of them and kept with the original trio that you tried to use as a target so bringing them up was quite funny.”
He turned and looked very serious at the camera.
“I must give some respect to the three of you including Alex to a certain degree for what they’ve done,” Frank said. “They must have balls that dragged along the tarmac for what they did. This has got so much fucking drama in it that I bet Jack fucking Duckworth would be drinking a pint for us all on the Cobbles of Corrie. Oh wait, I’ve done it again; mentioning something that these moronic Empire members will understand.”
Frank’s anger wasn’t going away anytime soon. His body still hurt from being jumped by this cowardly trio and was going to get his reward soon.
“We need to think outside the box once this match is done and we’ve put those three fuckers back in their places,” Frank said. “We need to think of what the Bastards plans are once the Empire is defeated once and for good. Maybe it’s not in the narrative for the Empire but their plan of taking us apart won’t fucking work. I’m sorry guys but bigger names in professional wrestling have tried to do what you’re trying, going look the RSW or even the Wrestlewars years and you’ll see why the Bastards are the best fucking team in this industry. That’s a little homework for you gutless punks in Empire, do it, now fuck off!”
He was sat on a hard plastic chair which was a stable part of school life in the United Kingdoms which was situated in the locker room at the house show where NPW were at this evening. Frank was all alone except for his protégé Finn Corbyn who held a camera up.
“It has been brought to my attention that not only do the NPW tend to put sub-titles across the bottom of the screen when I talk but they don’t seem to understand my cultural references,” Frank said. “I may have a broad Bradford accent but can’t be worse that some of the fuckers on the roster; hell Eddie Havok’s Essex accent is worse and he lives in the same fucking country as me. And when I comment on certain people within the UK culture it’s not my fault that you’re uncultured fuck-tards that don’t know current pop cultural references because you’re not down with the fucking kids.”
Frank pulled up his tag championship belt and put it over his shoulder as he tried to concentrate on what he was saying in his tirade to the Empire. He was tired of being a target for groups like the Empire who thought he was the weak link in the Bastards because he had the least experience in the ring.
“Anyway enough of this manby-panby Woke bullshit and let me get back onto what brought you all to this in the first fucking place, right?” Frank continued. “I know you’ve all fucking tuned into see how far I can push the fucking envelope talking about my opponents at the next NPW show.”
A smirk crossed his lips but fell as quickly as it appeared as the anger was still visibly making him shake. He’d sort of been impressed with some of the members of the Empire separately but together they’d got no chemistry or glue to keep them together unlike the Bastards.
“Well let’s catch you all up,” he continued. “Myself and the other two Bastards have got the privilege of fucking destroying three punks that seemingly hate each other but have joined together in some sort of human fucking centipede like group and call themselves the fucking Empire. They have joined each other in an attempt to take out the biggest threats to their pathetic fucking egos and take money out of their fucking wallets. These three wankers think that taking us out of the picture they can go back to some sort of normalcy where they hold all the power.”
He caressed the tag championship belt and brought it up and looked at it closely. He reached into a pocket of his jeans and pulled out a cloth and began to polish the Bastards name plates on the side.
“If the three of you are so insecure with your manliness and have your panties in so much of a bunch because of us three there’s not a lot I can fucking do about it,” Frank said with a straight face before it twisted into a smirk. “Other than beat the fucking snot out of you sad sack fuckers. I was shown the footage Stevie boy’s little tirade about how much of a boner he got from jumping me. And then I see Donzig disrespecting Fowler by disregarding him. Hey Fuckbucket, the only people that can disrespect Fowler is me and Robbie so step the fuck off ass clown!”
Finn moved the camera around slightly to get a better angle whilst Frank stretched his shoulders. The Bastards t-shirt creased up slightly as he did this so Frank unconsciously reached up and straightened it.
“You may have thought that our arrival into this company with other members of the Galactic Sex Pirates that we were the great acquisition for the NPW,” he said. “Well part of that was right, the Bastards were a great acquisition but the other bunch were failures who were trying to hang onto something from their past which is why we got rid of them and kept with the original trio that you tried to use as a target so bringing them up was quite funny.”
He turned and looked very serious at the camera.
“I must give some respect to the three of you including Alex to a certain degree for what they’ve done,” Frank said. “They must have balls that dragged along the tarmac for what they did. This has got so much fucking drama in it that I bet Jack fucking Duckworth would be drinking a pint for us all on the Cobbles of Corrie. Oh wait, I’ve done it again; mentioning something that these moronic Empire members will understand.”
Frank’s anger wasn’t going away anytime soon. His body still hurt from being jumped by this cowardly trio and was going to get his reward soon.
“We need to think outside the box once this match is done and we’ve put those three fuckers back in their places,” Frank said. “We need to think of what the Bastards plans are once the Empire is defeated once and for good. Maybe it’s not in the narrative for the Empire but their plan of taking us apart won’t fucking work. I’m sorry guys but bigger names in professional wrestling have tried to do what you’re trying, going look the RSW or even the Wrestlewars years and you’ll see why the Bastards are the best fucking team in this industry. That’s a little homework for you gutless punks in Empire, do it, now fuck off!”
