Post by Frank Windsor on Oct 17, 2021 14:21:17 GMT -5
THE WORLDS GOING TO THE DOGS!
Frank sat in his hotel room the best that this town could provide which to be honest wasn’t much but as NPW was playing for he didn’t really care. The remote control was in his left hand, flipping through the channels on his television. He could not sleep, and he hadn’t been able to eat much since he’d been training ready for his next match.
So he sat on the couch and tried to focus on the television, but that did not work. Nothing on at this hour but old, bad movies, self-improvement infomercials, and re-runs of day time talk shows. Natalia Santiago, his girlfriend was sat alongside him.
“Nat,” he said. “Pick up that phone, let’s get something recorded.”
“I ain’t getting my tits out on camera again,” she said. “I don’t do things like that anymore.”
“I was talking about wrestling honey,” Frank said as he turned to his girlfriend.
“So was I,” Nat said as she brought the phone up. “I can’t believe Inkt got an eye full but he did then fall of the ladder.”
“We spend another Halloween in a strange country,” he said, “I know it’s not a fucking spiritual thing like we experienced down in Mexico a few years back or that commercial bull shit that they have in the United States but don’t seem to go all gung ho here in Canada so a bit more like Blighty. Unless I’m fucking mistaken this show should be fun for the Bastards as we’re all got our own thing to do so unless it turns into some kind of cluster fuck where someone tries to screw us over and turn it into their version of Squid Games we’ve got this in the fucking bag.”
Natalia moved on the sofa as she tried to get a better angle.
“The Bastards have always been underestimated wherever we’ve gone,” Frank said. “Be it Wrestle-Wars, Riot Star Wrestling or even here in NPW they’ve always put us down. Me and Robbie proved them wrong by winning those fucking tag straps but with all these teams now being the pinnacle of this division they’ve tried to screw us over by giving Robbie a chance in the main event and left me further down the show to prove myself. I believe they’ve actually chosen the wrong Bastard to main event.”
“You sound kind of jealous,” Natalia said. “I know you’ve got a bit of arrogance in their as you’re a pro wrestler much like myself but I’ve not wrestled in a while.”
“Yes I fucking am,” Frank nodded. “I am the greatest fucking wrestler here in NPW. People think that its my stable mate Rob Riot but you don’t know shit. Robbie may be the face of the group and keeps getting the shots that the three of us deserve but it’s my time to fucking shine.”
He looked at the other belt on the side and picked it up.
“GCW World Heavyweight Championship belt”, he said. “Riot was drawn to it like Gollum was to that goddamn fucking ring. He wanted it so badly that he’d do anything to get it. What he didn’t know as I was one of the greatest free agents at the time and the owner of the company wanted to do anything to get me back in the company. And it happened. I surprised the fans of the company turning up at one of their shows with my GCW Hybrid Championship that I’d won the last time I was there. I traded that bad boy in for my shot at the world championship which I won in mere seconds which pissed off the whole locker room including Rob.”
Frank turned and looked into the phone lens.
“But I digress,” he muttered. “This shouldn’t be me moaning about the push that Robbie’s getting, no it shouldn’t. No this is about my push. And this show I face some old timer, way past his prime who should stayed retired. I do feel sorry for the old codger to be honest; having got past his prime and think he can hang with the fucking studs in NPW. Does he think he’s like that old guy from Squid Games? Oh spoiler alert. He isn’t.”
Natalia sniggered behind the phone.
“The Bastards have come here to NPW and straight away have created conflict,” he said. “And I think it's time for the masses to wake up. Wake up. WAKE THE FUCK UP! Wake up and look at this lie you're living in, fuckers! NPW is deteriorating between its owner’s ass cheeks and he does goddamn nothing about it. He only stands there with his coterie of failures. They fucking whisper and wonder but they never do anything about their illustrious leader. Do you think he gives a damn about any of the wrestlers on his roster? Hell to the fucking no, if it doesn’t get in the way of his social life and eclectic fashion sense then it goes over his fucking head. I should know, he lives in his goddamn own bubble, NPW World.”
As he says these last two words he put up his hands and mimicked quotations.
“There are several different types of men on this roster,” Frank said matter of factly. “There are men who fucking dream and never make it passed the mid-card position. There are men who dream and fucking fail. And then there are men who dream and change the landscape of NPW, people like me, Frank Windsor. What about my opponent? That's what I want to know. He was trying to prove himself in the squared circle when I was still at first school. I was getting jiggy at a school disco when he was settling into wrestling tag matches and not wanting to be the man. He should have stayed retired as he may end up fucking broken after our encounter.“
He motioned for Natalia to stop filming.
“Bed?” Natalia said as she stood up. “Shall I bring the phone?”
So he sat on the couch and tried to focus on the television, but that did not work. Nothing on at this hour but old, bad movies, self-improvement infomercials, and re-runs of day time talk shows. Natalia Santiago, his girlfriend was sat alongside him.
“Nat,” he said. “Pick up that phone, let’s get something recorded.”
“I ain’t getting my tits out on camera again,” she said. “I don’t do things like that anymore.”
“I was talking about wrestling honey,” Frank said as he turned to his girlfriend.
“So was I,” Nat said as she brought the phone up. “I can’t believe Inkt got an eye full but he did then fall of the ladder.”
“We spend another Halloween in a strange country,” he said, “I know it’s not a fucking spiritual thing like we experienced down in Mexico a few years back or that commercial bull shit that they have in the United States but don’t seem to go all gung ho here in Canada so a bit more like Blighty. Unless I’m fucking mistaken this show should be fun for the Bastards as we’re all got our own thing to do so unless it turns into some kind of cluster fuck where someone tries to screw us over and turn it into their version of Squid Games we’ve got this in the fucking bag.”
Natalia moved on the sofa as she tried to get a better angle.
“The Bastards have always been underestimated wherever we’ve gone,” Frank said. “Be it Wrestle-Wars, Riot Star Wrestling or even here in NPW they’ve always put us down. Me and Robbie proved them wrong by winning those fucking tag straps but with all these teams now being the pinnacle of this division they’ve tried to screw us over by giving Robbie a chance in the main event and left me further down the show to prove myself. I believe they’ve actually chosen the wrong Bastard to main event.”
“You sound kind of jealous,” Natalia said. “I know you’ve got a bit of arrogance in their as you’re a pro wrestler much like myself but I’ve not wrestled in a while.”
“Yes I fucking am,” Frank nodded. “I am the greatest fucking wrestler here in NPW. People think that its my stable mate Rob Riot but you don’t know shit. Robbie may be the face of the group and keeps getting the shots that the three of us deserve but it’s my time to fucking shine.”
He looked at the other belt on the side and picked it up.
“GCW World Heavyweight Championship belt”, he said. “Riot was drawn to it like Gollum was to that goddamn fucking ring. He wanted it so badly that he’d do anything to get it. What he didn’t know as I was one of the greatest free agents at the time and the owner of the company wanted to do anything to get me back in the company. And it happened. I surprised the fans of the company turning up at one of their shows with my GCW Hybrid Championship that I’d won the last time I was there. I traded that bad boy in for my shot at the world championship which I won in mere seconds which pissed off the whole locker room including Rob.”
Frank turned and looked into the phone lens.
“But I digress,” he muttered. “This shouldn’t be me moaning about the push that Robbie’s getting, no it shouldn’t. No this is about my push. And this show I face some old timer, way past his prime who should stayed retired. I do feel sorry for the old codger to be honest; having got past his prime and think he can hang with the fucking studs in NPW. Does he think he’s like that old guy from Squid Games? Oh spoiler alert. He isn’t.”
Natalia sniggered behind the phone.
“The Bastards have come here to NPW and straight away have created conflict,” he said. “And I think it's time for the masses to wake up. Wake up. WAKE THE FUCK UP! Wake up and look at this lie you're living in, fuckers! NPW is deteriorating between its owner’s ass cheeks and he does goddamn nothing about it. He only stands there with his coterie of failures. They fucking whisper and wonder but they never do anything about their illustrious leader. Do you think he gives a damn about any of the wrestlers on his roster? Hell to the fucking no, if it doesn’t get in the way of his social life and eclectic fashion sense then it goes over his fucking head. I should know, he lives in his goddamn own bubble, NPW World.”
As he says these last two words he put up his hands and mimicked quotations.
“There are several different types of men on this roster,” Frank said matter of factly. “There are men who fucking dream and never make it passed the mid-card position. There are men who dream and fucking fail. And then there are men who dream and change the landscape of NPW, people like me, Frank Windsor. What about my opponent? That's what I want to know. He was trying to prove himself in the squared circle when I was still at first school. I was getting jiggy at a school disco when he was settling into wrestling tag matches and not wanting to be the man. He should have stayed retired as he may end up fucking broken after our encounter.“
He motioned for Natalia to stop filming.
“Bed?” Natalia said as she stood up. “Shall I bring the phone?”
