Post by FPV on Aug 11, 2023 12:40:31 GMT -5
FPV RP #1 - Golden Gremlin
Standing in a broom closet backstage at the July 18th WGWF House Show in Buffalo, New York, excitement and adrenaline pumped more through my veins than actual blood.
After a disastrous falling out with Action Wrestling, I had very suddenly found myself without a home promotion to compete in. With my schedule now open, I found myself casting lines out to see who would take Frank Patrick Venable into their ranks. It didn't take me long to find just the right spot for me.
The World's Greatest Wrestling Federation recognized me for what I was; a decorated and hungry veteran looking for a fresh star. From the offset of my dealings with them, they treated me with nothing but kindness and respect, and afforded me a lot of leeway when it came to how exactly I wanted to debut. I laid out the terms, including where I'd sign my WGWF contract, and they signed off on it without any hesitation. Which led to where I was now, hiding until someone from gorilla comes knocking on the closet door to give me my cue.
By my side, of course, was my partner and future husband Ramon, the Spanish CEO of PepsiCO. While dealing with the fallout with AW was bad enough, I also to also contend with Ramon and his future ex-wife trying to come after us. It was relationship drama I was fully prepared to handle, but not tonight. Neither was Ramon, for that matter. Both he and I were waiting with bated breath for that knock to come. He clasped my hand while we waited and gave it a gentle squeeze.
After a disastrous falling out with Action Wrestling, I had very suddenly found myself without a home promotion to compete in. With my schedule now open, I found myself casting lines out to see who would take Frank Patrick Venable into their ranks. It didn't take me long to find just the right spot for me.
The World's Greatest Wrestling Federation recognized me for what I was; a decorated and hungry veteran looking for a fresh star. From the offset of my dealings with them, they treated me with nothing but kindness and respect, and afforded me a lot of leeway when it came to how exactly I wanted to debut. I laid out the terms, including where I'd sign my WGWF contract, and they signed off on it without any hesitation. Which led to where I was now, hiding until someone from gorilla comes knocking on the closet door to give me my cue.
By my side, of course, was my partner and future husband Ramon, the Spanish CEO of PepsiCO. While dealing with the fallout with AW was bad enough, I also to also contend with Ramon and his future ex-wife trying to come after us. It was relationship drama I was fully prepared to handle, but not tonight. Neither was Ramon, for that matter. Both he and I were waiting with bated breath for that knock to come. He clasped my hand while we waited and gave it a gentle squeeze.
Ramon: Do you think you're ready, love?
FPV: More than you could even imagine, Ramon. I haven't felt this reinvigorated and ready to go since 2019. The year I came back to wrestling after several years off, the year I won World Title gold again after so long...the year you and I met.
Even in the dark lighting of the closet, I could sense Ramon blushing at that reminder of our first meeting. The result of me winning a fan poll to be sponsored by Mountain Dew, Ramon and I's relationship began as a purely professional one. He insured I was in commercials, print ads, even allowed me to craft my own flavors of Mountain Dew with the partnership. Even after the sponsorship ended, we continued to associate on a more private level until one fateful night when Ramon came up to my hotel room and kissed me. I had never been in a relationship with a man before that, but somehow being with Ramon after so many champagne toasted nights spent with each other felt so strangely right.
Though we had had our rough patches due to me putting too much focus on my career as World Champion and not giving him the emotional aid he needed as he delt with Covid in 2020, we eventually reached a reconciliation and he's been by my side ever since. Since then the only source of conflict had been his former wife randomly calling me to accuse me of being a homewrecker due to poor communication with her now-ex-husband, where she even let it slip that Ramon had been ring shopping recently as she could see from various bank transactions. I had assured Ramon we would handle that storm together, handily leaving out the ring detail as to make sure his eventual proposal would have all the emotional weight it warranted.
That was not the business at hand tonight, however. No, the business came knocking on the door with a muffled voice behind it.
That was not the business at hand tonight, however. No, the business came knocking on the door with a muffled voice behind it.
Voice: You're on, Frank!
FPV: Okay. Let's do this.
With purpose, I opened the door to the closet and led Ramon out of our hiding spot where production had stowed us away from the other talent, so as to prevent any leaking to the dirt sheets. We passed a few talents on the way to gorilla, some seemed to not recognize me one bit, others stopped dead in their tracks when they saw me. I couldn't help but have the most shit-eating grin on my face as I made my way to the curtain. I stood there, waiting to hear "Hopes and Dreams" come on the P.A. The song has served me well back in February when I made my return from injury, and though I felt it didn't quite fit me in this new promotion, I knew I had to keep for at least a little while, just so that the fans could know exactly who was coming into WGWF.
Finally, the hopeful chiptune synths hit the airwaves and much to me relief, I could heard the crowd going completely mental on the other side of the curtain. I turned to Ramon, and now he had just a big a grin on his face as I did. Letting the song hit the crescendo into the first real stanza, I pulled the curtain back ever so slowly and emerged on the other side to a RAUCOUS applause from the WGWF faithful.
Finally, the hopeful chiptune synths hit the airwaves and much to me relief, I could heard the crowd going completely mental on the other side of the curtain. I turned to Ramon, and now he had just a big a grin on his face as I did. Letting the song hit the crescendo into the first real stanza, I pulled the curtain back ever so slowly and emerged on the other side to a RAUCOUS applause from the WGWF faithful.
Crowd: HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!
You could probably correctly call me a bit smug as I made my way down the walkway and into the ring. You'd be right, but I would not care at all, I was just happy to have my fears proven wrong as the crowd welcomed me with open arms, showering me with cheers. The music died down after Ramon and I stood there in the ring just basking in it all while I asked for a microphone.
FPV: My my my...what a difference only a few days can make, eh?
The crowd began to organize an "F-P-V!" chant after that opening salvo. I let it ride out for a moment before continuing.
FPV: Now while I'm thankful most of you seem to know me, lemme introduce myself to the WGWF faithful who may not. My name is Frank Patrick Venable. I am an absolute veteran of this business, I have been all over the globe, competing at the highest degree possible in companies like Wrestling Championship Federation, United Championship Infinite, Alpha Pro Wrestling, and of course my most recent abode...Action...Wrestling.
A surprising amount of jeers came forth after the mention of AW.
FPV: Now I can't go into any details on why I made my exit from A-Dub, NDAs and all that. That's not the point of why I'm here. I'm here because I need a new home. See I'm not a Spencer Adams or a Johnny Bacchus who can rock multiple promotions all at once. Nuh-uh, I'm a one fed man. So I was a little out of the loop on which promotions were worth my time and effort. Thankfully, I turned to those two in particular, old fed mates from a few years back, and they guided me here saying I would fit right in. And you better believe they hit the mark on the head!
Crowd: DUB-GEE-DUB-EFF *clap clap clapclapclap* DUB-GEE-DUB-EFF *clap clap clapclapclap* DUB-GEE-DUB-EFF *clap clap clapclapclap*
FPV: Now I'm obviously not alone here tonight. I've got the best arm candy in the business Ramon with me tonight, and he's got something real special in his pocket. Don't you Ramon?
I turned to Ramon as right on cue, from the pocket of his jacket, he produced a neatly folded up piece of paper and a pen, the crowd going nuts at the sight of the contract. Ramon handed them to me as I continued my spiel.
FPV: This right here is a brand new contract for the World's Greatest Wrestling Federation. But it looks like Ramon didn't bring a clipboard or anything for me to sign it on. Thankfully, I've got someone else to help with that.
Suddenly, "Gender Dysphoria" by Ana Mady hit the P.A and the frenzy just kept on going as Joule Ortiz, my final opponent from AW, comes out from the back, clipboard in hand. The crowd chanted her name as she made her way down the walkway, stepped into the ring, and handed me the clipboard. Taking one more moment to bask in the reactions from the WGWF faithful, I signed the contract in one fell swoop to make everything official.
FPV: It's done. FPV IS NOW ONE HUNDRED PERCENT W! G! W! F!
Crowd: YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!
FPV: That's not all! Not only does this contract guarantee my roster spot in the locker room...IT ALSO GUARANTEES JOULE AND I'S SPOT IN TAG TEAM TURMOIL!!
It was hard to make out specific sounds in that building. Everything became so violently loud with the cheers I almost lost equilibrium for a bit. Nevertheless I soldiered on as best I could.
FPV: See before the two of us had to get the hell out of dodge, we were making plans to join together after serving as each other's final opponent in A-Dub. We had our sights set on the tag straps, and by god were we gonna do it. Yet AW didn't know what they had and let us slip away. Slip away to the most COMPETITIVE TAG SCENE IN AMERICA TODAY!! Tell me, what other federation has teams like WGWF does? Cause while there's been some wonderful teams to pass through these ropes...I think it's time that THE PRIDE make our mark in this division, don't you agree, Joule?
Joule shouted her agreement from behind me, struggling just a bit to be heard over all the other noise, but managing to get out an audible "PRIDE, BAY-BEE!"
FPV: See the former champs the Showstealerz, they're not all together. I could see it in Austin's eyes when they won their second pair of straps. I could see dissent in the way he looked at his wife. And sure enough, one defense later they lost the belts again. That kind of marital strive will make it real easy for The Pride to dissemble them and throw them into marriage counseling where they belong. Cassette Collective? Their cute, I like 'em and I like their style, hell Ill even go a few rounds in Street Fighter with them, but we'll beat them at MSG because they don't have the raw EXPERIENCE people like me, or Joule, or hell...Alex Richards and Jay Omega have.
I like you well enough from our time in WCF together Jay, but Alex, you and I both know this can be personal. You humiliated me in AW by taking my World Title away from me, I gotta give you that much. But cast your mind back to APW when you tried to come at Corey Black and I, the MAN MADE GODS, to take our tag straps. You failed then, and Joule and I are gonna make sure we run it back here in WGWF. And to the Authors of Ultra Violence, the current holders of that strap. You may think you've got that shit under lock and key, but you're walking into TAG TEAM TURMOIL in New York with a man who once upon a time help the title KING OF THE DEATHMATCH. You guys wanna brutalize me? GO FOR IT. Knock me down, make me bleed, do whatever you want! JOULE AND I WILL KEEP GETTING BACK UP TIME AND AGAIN. Because you two don't have the HEART that we do, the DRIVE, the HUNGER TO WIN IT ALL.
Bam, Mac, Joule and I are DESITNED to take those belts from you. You wanna know why? It's because no matter where I've been, I've held gold. People have called me a Gold Gremlin in the past for how much stock I put into winning these belts. But if striving for greatness, striving to be the best that you can be in this CUT THROAT makes you a Gold Gremlin? Than hell yes, that's what I am. Because GOLDEN GREMLINS WIN GOLD ON THEIR FIRST MATCH IN THE COMPANY! ANDD WE'RE TAKING THOSE STRAPS AT SUMMER MADNESS!
GUARANTEED!!