Two Badmen Demolish An Empire
Feb 25, 2022 15:12:56 GMT -5
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Post by Frank Windsor on Feb 25, 2022 15:12:56 GMT -5
The picture faded up to a bloodied figure. He sat upon a chair; the dried blood covered his face as he looked directly into the camera that had been set up for him. He slowly clapped his hands together in some of strange approval to what had gone down.
“So you think we’re obligated to get a fourth person for this trifecta of violence just because you got your furry friend back in the group?” Frank asked. “Is that how you think this narrative should go Donzig? I say Donzig as you seem to be the most vocal in this group of yours…….Oh sorry I forget you’re not a group of wrestlers that are questing for something, no; you are just a group that has come together out of necessity; a necessity to get back what was once yours.”
He lifted his shirt to try and rub the sweat and blood from his eyes.
“A necessity?” he smirked as he said. “Are you in that mind-set that you want to go back to before NPW was all about the Bastards? Are you that scared that we’ve taken your spot that you’d bring Steve Awesome, someone that you’ve not obviously got anything in common with just to destroy us? Then on top of that you bring those other mooks into the group, I can understand bringing Awesome in a way as he has some skills to bring to the table but those other two; well unless you want some lackeys to carry your bags but that’s a different story ain’t it?”
Frank removed his t-shirt and caressed the tattoos that he had all over his body.
“Anyway we could all put it out there that we’ve got plans for the future,” he continued. “I could put out a warning before hand and tell you that the Bastards have friends also; some of them you have seen before whilst others would hit you from left field. Any of them could come and help us and all it would take a call from one of us. We could be raising the Jolly Roger just for shits and giggles. We’ve teamed with a few people here also who would probably want to put an end to this self-titled Empire. Redemption will be sweet.”
A smirk crossed his bloody lips as he tried to get his thoughts together. He shrugged his shoulders and then continued.
“Anyway after our match in Halifax which didn’t quite go to plan we need to do something that will benefit this group of ours,” he said. “That say that some of the greatest stories in history start with an act of violence and that’s what happened. Maybe the epiphany came when Awesome put me through the announce table or when I was busted open by that chair you swung at me Donzig. The blood ran down my face, I swallowed some of it as it ran into my mouth but that wasn’t it. Maybe it was me smashing a beer bottle into the head of Timeless, now that was funny but didn’t give me the epiphany my friend. But now I see that the owners have the audacity to give you and Awesome a shot at the Bastards tag championship belts? How did you cowards even get to the front of the line? Totally thrown me, that has. It’s a weird one.”
Frank lifted the tag championship belt that was laid across his lap. He caressed the front plate but without taking his eyes off of the camera once.
“How do you punks even deserve a shot at these?” Frank looked legitimately confused. “This belt goes to teams that deserve it and to be perfectly honest the Empire sucks. Yes, I said it. You do remind me of that guy in Russia, yeah Putin to be exact; trying to get back to a time when you were all powerful. We won’t roll over like the Crimea, no the Bastards are more like the Ukraine who won’t take your aggression lying down. No we’d bring it right to your face and slap the taste out of it.”
He put the belt down on the floor and stood up. Anger seemed to leak from every pour on his body as he paced.
“You will see that you cannot keep the King of Yorkshire down; maybe that should be Frank Windsor’s new gimmick?” he smirked. “I have been taken down to the mat by members of the Empire quite a bit in the last few months but one thing has happened every time and that is that Frank Windsor didn’t stay down my friends, you cannot beat the King of Schlong Time. I am more like Zebedee! Oh wait, you’ll not get that will you but who cares. Whichever combination of the Bastards you get it will take more than what you bring to the match to get passed us; just ask your lackeys. Your boys lost the straps to the Bastards at Fight for the fallen last year and that was way too easy for us. Then the Dark Stars fell to us too so you and your little friend won’t be any different. Don’t think it’ll make any difference whichever version of us you get; hell even NPW newest EMO could work with Robbie or I and beat you guys.”
He cocked his head to the side, and then tilted it slightly backwards.
“I know you won’t come alone as that is your M.O my friends,” he muttered. “Historically you’ve jumped the Bastards at every turn using your superior numbers whilst you could and that didn’t finish at Halifax when you got Primal to join you. I bet you now that Robbie and I will come out on your television screens with OUR belts and after beating you guys into a pulp we’ll walk out with them still. But that will be spoken about later as for now this Bad man goes to war. Now fuck off!”
Frank winked at the camera.
“So you think we’re obligated to get a fourth person for this trifecta of violence just because you got your furry friend back in the group?” Frank asked. “Is that how you think this narrative should go Donzig? I say Donzig as you seem to be the most vocal in this group of yours…….Oh sorry I forget you’re not a group of wrestlers that are questing for something, no; you are just a group that has come together out of necessity; a necessity to get back what was once yours.”
He lifted his shirt to try and rub the sweat and blood from his eyes.
“A necessity?” he smirked as he said. “Are you in that mind-set that you want to go back to before NPW was all about the Bastards? Are you that scared that we’ve taken your spot that you’d bring Steve Awesome, someone that you’ve not obviously got anything in common with just to destroy us? Then on top of that you bring those other mooks into the group, I can understand bringing Awesome in a way as he has some skills to bring to the table but those other two; well unless you want some lackeys to carry your bags but that’s a different story ain’t it?”
Frank removed his t-shirt and caressed the tattoos that he had all over his body.
“Anyway we could all put it out there that we’ve got plans for the future,” he continued. “I could put out a warning before hand and tell you that the Bastards have friends also; some of them you have seen before whilst others would hit you from left field. Any of them could come and help us and all it would take a call from one of us. We could be raising the Jolly Roger just for shits and giggles. We’ve teamed with a few people here also who would probably want to put an end to this self-titled Empire. Redemption will be sweet.”
A smirk crossed his bloody lips as he tried to get his thoughts together. He shrugged his shoulders and then continued.
“Anyway after our match in Halifax which didn’t quite go to plan we need to do something that will benefit this group of ours,” he said. “That say that some of the greatest stories in history start with an act of violence and that’s what happened. Maybe the epiphany came when Awesome put me through the announce table or when I was busted open by that chair you swung at me Donzig. The blood ran down my face, I swallowed some of it as it ran into my mouth but that wasn’t it. Maybe it was me smashing a beer bottle into the head of Timeless, now that was funny but didn’t give me the epiphany my friend. But now I see that the owners have the audacity to give you and Awesome a shot at the Bastards tag championship belts? How did you cowards even get to the front of the line? Totally thrown me, that has. It’s a weird one.”
Frank lifted the tag championship belt that was laid across his lap. He caressed the front plate but without taking his eyes off of the camera once.
“How do you punks even deserve a shot at these?” Frank looked legitimately confused. “This belt goes to teams that deserve it and to be perfectly honest the Empire sucks. Yes, I said it. You do remind me of that guy in Russia, yeah Putin to be exact; trying to get back to a time when you were all powerful. We won’t roll over like the Crimea, no the Bastards are more like the Ukraine who won’t take your aggression lying down. No we’d bring it right to your face and slap the taste out of it.”
He put the belt down on the floor and stood up. Anger seemed to leak from every pour on his body as he paced.
“You will see that you cannot keep the King of Yorkshire down; maybe that should be Frank Windsor’s new gimmick?” he smirked. “I have been taken down to the mat by members of the Empire quite a bit in the last few months but one thing has happened every time and that is that Frank Windsor didn’t stay down my friends, you cannot beat the King of Schlong Time. I am more like Zebedee! Oh wait, you’ll not get that will you but who cares. Whichever combination of the Bastards you get it will take more than what you bring to the match to get passed us; just ask your lackeys. Your boys lost the straps to the Bastards at Fight for the fallen last year and that was way too easy for us. Then the Dark Stars fell to us too so you and your little friend won’t be any different. Don’t think it’ll make any difference whichever version of us you get; hell even NPW newest EMO could work with Robbie or I and beat you guys.”
He cocked his head to the side, and then tilted it slightly backwards.
“I know you won’t come alone as that is your M.O my friends,” he muttered. “Historically you’ve jumped the Bastards at every turn using your superior numbers whilst you could and that didn’t finish at Halifax when you got Primal to join you. I bet you now that Robbie and I will come out on your television screens with OUR belts and after beating you guys into a pulp we’ll walk out with them still. But that will be spoken about later as for now this Bad man goes to war. Now fuck off!”
Frank winked at the camera.
