Post by Frank Windsor on Nov 4, 2021 16:18:36 GMT -5
HOLD THE DOOR!!!
Frank Windsor stood at the single window of a hotel room. He’d been looking out at the drenched mostly empty parking lot from the rain, but now let the scratchy plaid curtain drop. The room was identical to every room he’d ever stayed in, nearly invisible in its generic blandness. When Frank and his girlfriend Natalia Santiago had first checked in, Frank had been tempted to take it down and stash it in the closet, but discovered that it was bolted to the wall. Like anyone in their right mind would want to steal that fucking atrocity.
He was stood in his patented “#WINdsor” t-shirt and blue shorts. His get-up was finished with a bright orange pair of flip flops. He started to do some lunges as he warmed up for his morning run.
“Frank?” a voice came from behind him. “What are you looking at honey?”
Frank slowly turned and saw the owner of the voice standing behind him. It was his beautiful girlfriend and former pro-wrestler, Natalia Santiago. She was stood there in a yellow dress. Her newly dyed bright red hair was a contrast against it.
“Frank, you’re not stressing over your match this week for the pay per view?” she said. “You are so going to stomp on those five punks asses easily. The Bastards and those other two have got this, easily.”
Frank hugged her close and smiled to himself. “No sugar plumb, no need to fucking worry about that match. I’m not fucking stressing it. Those punks are just a bunch of cock gobbling punk asses who wants to ride the Bastards to super stardom. What the fuck do they bring to NPW or to the goddamn wrestling industry? They are just a group of cunts who brings nothing to the fucking industry; fucking dildos…...”
Natalia pulled back and nodded, “Good to hear you’ve got your head in the right place but do you really think can you trust the other guys in the match that are not your usual guys?”
“Things went exactly how we fucking wanted them to go last show,” Frank said. “It was time to take the Bastards to the next level and this Wargames match is what it is all about. The other two punks on our team will fall into line. That Jurassic Punk reject may look like a bitch but he’ll stand in the corner looking pretty……as much as you can looking like he does, same goes for our other partner; Anyway, whilst their fucking standing there the Bastards will bring this home.”
Natalia nodded as she took a seat. She knew it was better to let Frank get this sort of thing out of his system but she has her womanly wiles to stop it getting out of hand.
“The band is back together after our last showing put us all on the back foot,” Frank said. “We all did our own thing but now we’re ready for the Great North War; Great North War what the actual fuck? Is this Game of fucking Thrones? Does that make Fowler fucking Hodor? He won’t hold that cage door for anyone else other than Robbie and me. Also would that make Riot as the fucking Night King especially with his illusions of fucking grandeur. Anyway I fucking digress; did anyone really think we’d go into a pay per view for this company WITHOUT a fucking plan of action? That would be an issue for the owner as the three Bastards are not only BIG money but we are the Past, Present and Future of professional fucking wrestling.”
“They needed to have you guys on the show,” Natalia started. “The Bastards are money.”
“Yes so it’s confirmed now that the Bastards are part of the main event War Games match,” he continued. “Keith Williams, Neo James Carner, Rob Garcia, Oxford Osland and of course that window fucking licker Jeff Noon will find themselves fucking wanting at the end of this five on five War Games match. The Bastards of course have history with most of this fucking group but this is going to be different from the narrative our opponents could fucking muster in a thousand life times.”
“Which is?” Natalia asked.
“Now that the Bastards have brought the fucking reality to the masses it is only just a goddam beginning,” he said. “This week when the Bastard destroy those assholes that go by a fucking stupid moniker they will see. What is that all about?”
“Reality is going to be the end of the owner’s vision,” Natalia said.
“Shouldn’t be too hard if you really fucking think about it,” he said. “Are careers with not only the last network but this company have been entwined with these fucking mooks and we’ll send them back to the Indies where they fucking deserve to be.”
Natalia nodded.
“We’ve faced these guys before but this time inside a fucking cage,” he said. “To the surprise of all our fucking fans and the three of us in the Bastards this is our actual first War Games match. I know it’s fucking surprising with all the experience the three of us have had but that’s how it rolls.”
“I know that your pay per view opponents have had a dose of reality,” Natalia said. “They think they are on the rise but the Bastards have thrown a spanner into their plans, but what about this Eddie Havok for getting his shot at you soon in the network championship tournament?”
“Eddie Havok, now that is a fucking name to be mentioned,” he said with a surprised look upon his face. “This punk thinks by reaching for the glass ceiling hoping to break through it into being a main event talent for a major company is way out of his league. You need to have a little bit of talent and not just be a talentless hack with illusions of grandeur. He will lose, and lose royally which he should be used to by now but let’s go.”
He was stood in his patented “#WINdsor” t-shirt and blue shorts. His get-up was finished with a bright orange pair of flip flops. He started to do some lunges as he warmed up for his morning run.
“Frank?” a voice came from behind him. “What are you looking at honey?”
Frank slowly turned and saw the owner of the voice standing behind him. It was his beautiful girlfriend and former pro-wrestler, Natalia Santiago. She was stood there in a yellow dress. Her newly dyed bright red hair was a contrast against it.
“Frank, you’re not stressing over your match this week for the pay per view?” she said. “You are so going to stomp on those five punks asses easily. The Bastards and those other two have got this, easily.”
Frank hugged her close and smiled to himself. “No sugar plumb, no need to fucking worry about that match. I’m not fucking stressing it. Those punks are just a bunch of cock gobbling punk asses who wants to ride the Bastards to super stardom. What the fuck do they bring to NPW or to the goddamn wrestling industry? They are just a group of cunts who brings nothing to the fucking industry; fucking dildos…...”
Natalia pulled back and nodded, “Good to hear you’ve got your head in the right place but do you really think can you trust the other guys in the match that are not your usual guys?”
“Things went exactly how we fucking wanted them to go last show,” Frank said. “It was time to take the Bastards to the next level and this Wargames match is what it is all about. The other two punks on our team will fall into line. That Jurassic Punk reject may look like a bitch but he’ll stand in the corner looking pretty……as much as you can looking like he does, same goes for our other partner; Anyway, whilst their fucking standing there the Bastards will bring this home.”
Natalia nodded as she took a seat. She knew it was better to let Frank get this sort of thing out of his system but she has her womanly wiles to stop it getting out of hand.
“The band is back together after our last showing put us all on the back foot,” Frank said. “We all did our own thing but now we’re ready for the Great North War; Great North War what the actual fuck? Is this Game of fucking Thrones? Does that make Fowler fucking Hodor? He won’t hold that cage door for anyone else other than Robbie and me. Also would that make Riot as the fucking Night King especially with his illusions of fucking grandeur. Anyway I fucking digress; did anyone really think we’d go into a pay per view for this company WITHOUT a fucking plan of action? That would be an issue for the owner as the three Bastards are not only BIG money but we are the Past, Present and Future of professional fucking wrestling.”
“They needed to have you guys on the show,” Natalia started. “The Bastards are money.”
“Yes so it’s confirmed now that the Bastards are part of the main event War Games match,” he continued. “Keith Williams, Neo James Carner, Rob Garcia, Oxford Osland and of course that window fucking licker Jeff Noon will find themselves fucking wanting at the end of this five on five War Games match. The Bastards of course have history with most of this fucking group but this is going to be different from the narrative our opponents could fucking muster in a thousand life times.”
“Which is?” Natalia asked.
“Now that the Bastards have brought the fucking reality to the masses it is only just a goddam beginning,” he said. “This week when the Bastard destroy those assholes that go by a fucking stupid moniker they will see. What is that all about?”
“Reality is going to be the end of the owner’s vision,” Natalia said.
“Shouldn’t be too hard if you really fucking think about it,” he said. “Are careers with not only the last network but this company have been entwined with these fucking mooks and we’ll send them back to the Indies where they fucking deserve to be.”
Natalia nodded.
“We’ve faced these guys before but this time inside a fucking cage,” he said. “To the surprise of all our fucking fans and the three of us in the Bastards this is our actual first War Games match. I know it’s fucking surprising with all the experience the three of us have had but that’s how it rolls.”
“I know that your pay per view opponents have had a dose of reality,” Natalia said. “They think they are on the rise but the Bastards have thrown a spanner into their plans, but what about this Eddie Havok for getting his shot at you soon in the network championship tournament?”
“Eddie Havok, now that is a fucking name to be mentioned,” he said with a surprised look upon his face. “This punk thinks by reaching for the glass ceiling hoping to break through it into being a main event talent for a major company is way out of his league. You need to have a little bit of talent and not just be a talentless hack with illusions of grandeur. He will lose, and lose royally which he should be used to by now but let’s go.”
