Post by Frank Windsor on Mar 10, 2022 14:53:26 GMT -5
The picture faded up to what looked like a backstage area of a NPW where a house show was being recorded. The roar of the crowds could be heard through the walls. Alyssa Lucchi was stood holding a NPW microphone in front of a NPW banner.
Alyssa was the official interviewer for the Galactic Sex Pirates when they first appeared on the wrestling scene so it was a surprise to see her here on a NPW production.
“Hello?” Alyssa said. “Is this working? Am I live?”
She looked quite vacant before she realised she was live on television.
“Hello NPW Fans, sorry to take you away from the action at ringside but I’ve got some guests who are not short of a few words,” she said. “He wants to keep us up to date with his actions plus what the future holds for him especially as he is one of the people that are the future of this industry.
She turned around and looked off camera.
The camera pulled back to reveal the wrestler known as Frank Windsor. Stood either side of him were his Bastard team-mates Rob Riot and Billy Fowler.
“Hi guys,” she said. “It has been a while.”
Frank gave her a look up and down, before giving her one of his smiles.
“First off honey I’d like to congratulate you for not sleeping with half of the roster whilst you were here,” Frank said. “You sure missed a bullet their honey especially with our former ally. Some say he tries to act all manly but he protests way too much if you get what I mean.”
Alyssa looked confused.
“Oh come on honey, get with the programme,” Frank said. “This is about the Bastards, not you and your failings in life.”
Frank gave her a look of disdain. Billy leaned in towards her before grabbing the microphone off of her. He motioned for her to get out of shot.
“Get your cleavage out of the way sun shine,” Frank said. “We don’t need your tits in shot, were they a birthday present from one of the Galactic Sex Pirate? Seems like something they’d do. Maybe you paid for the left nipple Fowler? Now where was I? Oh yeah, this is the Bastard’s time.”
Frank turned and looked into the camera.
“First off let me tell you that your eyes do not deceive you the Bastards are ALL here tonight doing a show for the NPW, not one of us, two of us BUT all three,” he said. “Secondly, you may notice that Frank Windsor has been put onto your screens with a fifteen seconds delay as they didn’t want me swearing live on the show. This is about what went down last show. You wankers think that there won’t be retribution for you guys? Do you know who we are? This is Robbie Riot.”
Rob Riot’s dressed in his wrestling gear with a trademarked “Bastards” t-shirt over it. He slapped Rob on the back who doesn’t look too impressed with Frank. Then he motioned to the other man.
“Or what about the missing [Beep] link Fowler here?” he said “Oh I couldn’t let that happen to the viewing public. This is such big match for the Bastards and you think that ALL of the Bastards are not all over it?”
Billy Fowler was also standing in his ring attire with his trademarked t-shirt on. He looked at Frank.
“One of these days Frank, one of these days,” he said as he rolled his eyes
He shrugged his shoulders at this inappropriate comment as he was used to Frank crossing the line of decency.
“So it seems these [Beep] upstarts think that they can beat us for the tag championship belt,” Frank said. “The Empire think that they can take these belts from us with their use of cowardly [Beep] tactics? Jumping us when we’re backstage? Using your numbers against us? Do you think we’ve got to where we are at with tactics like that?”
Frank walked around as the cameraman followed him.
“And this team is Donzig and who?” he asked. “What was that guy’s name again?”
He looked at a piece of paper.
“Oh that was it, Stevie Awesome. Awesome?” he said as he looked at Billy. “Isn’t that the actor who was in that lame ass horror movie you got us to watch at the hotel?”
“It was a Vampire movie Frank,” Billy said. “And I didn’t make you watch it.”
“You sure Billy?” Frank asked. “I thought that Vampire’s don’t sparkle but they do suck BUT not the way that Stevie did in that [Beep] movie.”
Billy looked disgusted as that mental image crossed his mind. Rob smirked ever so slightly.
“So this match is going to be good if you’ve got the balls to step up,” Frank said. “I’ve got my sun screen and have taken my motion sickness pills so bring on the ride Empire; expecting something different from the King of Yorkshire? I’m here waiting and I’m [Beep] ready for it. I’m here because the Sultan of Schlong Style is not going to lose these championship belts as they look good across our official merchandise which incidentally can still be picked up for a steal and our website.”
“Nice plug Frank,” Rob said. “Nice plug.”
“I pity the fools that get between us and our [beep] destiny in this match Robbie,” Frank said as he smirked at the camera. But I can’t stand here all day and take the piss out of my stable mate even though it is quite easy; No, I must talk about this match. Why has the Wrestling Industry’s got it in for us? It’s not as if we aren’t big things in this thing. We bring in the ratings. Bit like those 80’s media stars in the UK did before their fall.”
Billy Fowler put his hand up as the others turned, “She was old enough dude, and it’s different in Thailand fucker.”
“………..Ok Rolf, Nobody stands between you and what you want right?” Frank said. “But back on subject.”
He pointed at himself.
“This is all about [beep] Frank Windsor; Frank Windsor will bring a fitting end to whoever it is from the Empire before moving onto whoever wants to step up,” he said. ”Oh and the Bastards, it’s about them too.”
Billy put his hand up once again. “Come on Frank, everyone knows that you are some slap headed dude who has a fixation with foul language.”
“And?” asked Frank. “What’s that got to do with the price of things? It’s not like the winter is coming. This is Frank Windsor’s time Billy, time for you to play with your crow and let me get on with my play for greatness.”
“What?” asked a bewildered Fowler. “Have you been smoking that shit again. You know the rule? Puff, puff, pass right?”
“I don’t smoke that shit, not my thing anymore ask Rob,” he said.
“Ok?” asked Billy. “The funny thing is that you believe that. So do you have any final words?”
Frank grabbed the camera.
“Empire, wake the [Beep] up!” he said. “Believe in the Bastards!!!”
He then walked off camera leaving the other Bastards. Billy Fowler rolled his eyes as he walked off.
Rob Riot looked at the camera and smirked.
Alyssa was the official interviewer for the Galactic Sex Pirates when they first appeared on the wrestling scene so it was a surprise to see her here on a NPW production.
“Hello?” Alyssa said. “Is this working? Am I live?”
She looked quite vacant before she realised she was live on television.
“Hello NPW Fans, sorry to take you away from the action at ringside but I’ve got some guests who are not short of a few words,” she said. “He wants to keep us up to date with his actions plus what the future holds for him especially as he is one of the people that are the future of this industry.
She turned around and looked off camera.
The camera pulled back to reveal the wrestler known as Frank Windsor. Stood either side of him were his Bastard team-mates Rob Riot and Billy Fowler.
“Hi guys,” she said. “It has been a while.”
Frank gave her a look up and down, before giving her one of his smiles.
“First off honey I’d like to congratulate you for not sleeping with half of the roster whilst you were here,” Frank said. “You sure missed a bullet their honey especially with our former ally. Some say he tries to act all manly but he protests way too much if you get what I mean.”
Alyssa looked confused.
“Oh come on honey, get with the programme,” Frank said. “This is about the Bastards, not you and your failings in life.”
Frank gave her a look of disdain. Billy leaned in towards her before grabbing the microphone off of her. He motioned for her to get out of shot.
“Get your cleavage out of the way sun shine,” Frank said. “We don’t need your tits in shot, were they a birthday present from one of the Galactic Sex Pirate? Seems like something they’d do. Maybe you paid for the left nipple Fowler? Now where was I? Oh yeah, this is the Bastard’s time.”
Frank turned and looked into the camera.
“First off let me tell you that your eyes do not deceive you the Bastards are ALL here tonight doing a show for the NPW, not one of us, two of us BUT all three,” he said. “Secondly, you may notice that Frank Windsor has been put onto your screens with a fifteen seconds delay as they didn’t want me swearing live on the show. This is about what went down last show. You wankers think that there won’t be retribution for you guys? Do you know who we are? This is Robbie Riot.”
Rob Riot’s dressed in his wrestling gear with a trademarked “Bastards” t-shirt over it. He slapped Rob on the back who doesn’t look too impressed with Frank. Then he motioned to the other man.
“Or what about the missing [Beep] link Fowler here?” he said “Oh I couldn’t let that happen to the viewing public. This is such big match for the Bastards and you think that ALL of the Bastards are not all over it?”
Billy Fowler was also standing in his ring attire with his trademarked t-shirt on. He looked at Frank.
“One of these days Frank, one of these days,” he said as he rolled his eyes
He shrugged his shoulders at this inappropriate comment as he was used to Frank crossing the line of decency.
“So it seems these [Beep] upstarts think that they can beat us for the tag championship belt,” Frank said. “The Empire think that they can take these belts from us with their use of cowardly [Beep] tactics? Jumping us when we’re backstage? Using your numbers against us? Do you think we’ve got to where we are at with tactics like that?”
Frank walked around as the cameraman followed him.
“And this team is Donzig and who?” he asked. “What was that guy’s name again?”
He looked at a piece of paper.
“Oh that was it, Stevie Awesome. Awesome?” he said as he looked at Billy. “Isn’t that the actor who was in that lame ass horror movie you got us to watch at the hotel?”
“It was a Vampire movie Frank,” Billy said. “And I didn’t make you watch it.”
“You sure Billy?” Frank asked. “I thought that Vampire’s don’t sparkle but they do suck BUT not the way that Stevie did in that [Beep] movie.”
Billy looked disgusted as that mental image crossed his mind. Rob smirked ever so slightly.
“So this match is going to be good if you’ve got the balls to step up,” Frank said. “I’ve got my sun screen and have taken my motion sickness pills so bring on the ride Empire; expecting something different from the King of Yorkshire? I’m here waiting and I’m [Beep] ready for it. I’m here because the Sultan of Schlong Style is not going to lose these championship belts as they look good across our official merchandise which incidentally can still be picked up for a steal and our website.”
“Nice plug Frank,” Rob said. “Nice plug.”
“I pity the fools that get between us and our [beep] destiny in this match Robbie,” Frank said as he smirked at the camera. But I can’t stand here all day and take the piss out of my stable mate even though it is quite easy; No, I must talk about this match. Why has the Wrestling Industry’s got it in for us? It’s not as if we aren’t big things in this thing. We bring in the ratings. Bit like those 80’s media stars in the UK did before their fall.”
Billy Fowler put his hand up as the others turned, “She was old enough dude, and it’s different in Thailand fucker.”
“………..Ok Rolf, Nobody stands between you and what you want right?” Frank said. “But back on subject.”
He pointed at himself.
“This is all about [beep] Frank Windsor; Frank Windsor will bring a fitting end to whoever it is from the Empire before moving onto whoever wants to step up,” he said. ”Oh and the Bastards, it’s about them too.”
Billy put his hand up once again. “Come on Frank, everyone knows that you are some slap headed dude who has a fixation with foul language.”
“And?” asked Frank. “What’s that got to do with the price of things? It’s not like the winter is coming. This is Frank Windsor’s time Billy, time for you to play with your crow and let me get on with my play for greatness.”
“What?” asked a bewildered Fowler. “Have you been smoking that shit again. You know the rule? Puff, puff, pass right?”
“I don’t smoke that shit, not my thing anymore ask Rob,” he said.
“Ok?” asked Billy. “The funny thing is that you believe that. So do you have any final words?”
Frank grabbed the camera.
“Empire, wake the [Beep] up!” he said. “Believe in the Bastards!!!”
He then walked off camera leaving the other Bastards. Billy Fowler rolled his eyes as he walked off.
Rob Riot looked at the camera and smirked.
