Post by fraserfreeman on Jun 12, 2015 21:42:31 GMT -6
The following video presentation is a UWA.com exclusive, brought to you by Fraser Freeman!
The video opens up and all that is seen are the centre lines in the middle of a dusty road whizzing by one by one. The camera pans out to show a man on a Custom Harley Davison. The man has long scraggly blonde hair, he is wearing black biker boots, blue jeans and a black leather kutte, on the back of the cut is a giant Celtic cross, an ancient symbol of protection. For this man is Fraser Freeman the self proclaimed protector of UWA. Freeman’s bike begins to slow down and he pulls off to the side of the road.
He pulls a cigarette and a zippo lighter out of the top pocket of his kutte and lights up. The camera pans round to show that Freeman is parked up on the outskirts of Las Vegas, Nevada, his old stomping ground in panoramic view, Freeman just leans forward on the handlebars staring off into the distance soaking in being back in this part of the world, taking the occasional drag on his cigarette, before dropping it to the ground and stamping it out under his boot. He spins his bike around using his feet so he is in full view of the camera and begins to speak.
Here I am, back once again in good old sin city. You would think I would be happy to be here right? You would think this is a place full of fond memories of good times? You would be wrong, I never wanted to return, I never thought I would be back here.
Freeman has an air of straight forwardness about his demeanour, which translates to his voice also. He pushes himself up a bit and looks deep into the camera.
See this place reminds me of everything that was bad about my very existence. The confusion, the anger, the personal struggle within. Racking myself with guilt about how I was made to take care of business. Getting upset and angry that I was losing the very moral code I prided myself upon. All of this led me to the darkest of darkest days, I was striving to fight the good fight, striving to stand up to evil and do it the RIGHT way and it damn near killed me!
Freeman nods as his lips crinkles up and a dimple appears on the side of his face. He can be heard taking a sharp intake of breath before exhaling slowly.
In fact I dare say it did! For nearly a damn hour I was dead to the world, my body could no longer take the pounding, it just went into complete shut down. Hell I was lucky to wake up and when I did it was instantly clear to me that EVERYTHING needed to change. So I dragged my beaten and broken body out of my hospital bed, hopped out of the window and vowed that I would NEVER return to UWA or to Las, Vegas. Instead I would dedicate my life to helping people on the ground level, living on the streets, protecting the most vulnerable of vulnerable people and that’s exactly what I did. I hopped on my trusty steed and I embarked on a journey of enlightenment.
Freeman slams his hand down on the Body of his Harley and pats it a few times indicating that this is his steed and it was all that he needed at the time.
But here I am, montttttttths down the line, back in Vegas and in a few short days time back inside the ring for the very company I had vowed I would never set foot back inside again. Im sure the question your all wondering the answer to is why now? Although im sure many of you already know the answer. I vowed to no longer let my morals get in my way, no longer would I let my emotions towards individuals alter the actions I take, no longer would I pussy foot around doing the right thing to uphold my image of a ROLE MODEL. So I didn’t need to be in UWA, I didn’t need my friends and loved ones in Vegas slowing me down, I just needed the open road, a clear conscience and these hear weapons to protect those who needed it the most.
Freeman raises his fists up in a fighting pose, showing the world exactly what he meant.
All of that changed when a certain Mr Hunter decided to fuck with my Sin City Knights brethren. You see I may not have needed them, but when Cole Hunter decided to abduct my Ex Fiancé and repeatedly beat down a man I consider a close friend, it became abundantly clear that they needed me! I could no longer stand back out of the way, I could no longer be removed from society for my family needed me and I am here to answer there cry for help.
MR Hunter I am not sure you know what you have done! I am not sure you understand what you have unleashed on yourself and your slimy scum bag group of misfits. I am a man who has gone to the brink, I have cheated death itself and came back a man with no scruples about doing dirty deeds! I have no remorse, I have no fear of being judged, I live for one thing and one thing only, protecting those who need protecting and to hell with the consequences of my actions! You sir find yourself in a war with a man who has nothing to lose, I suggests you release Miss Jade immediately and drop this war on the SCK because if you don’t you are NOT going to like what happens next one little bit! You sir have been warned!
Freeman is almost foaming at the mouth, he is incensed, angry as hell and full of aggression. He leans forward and pulls something from the side of his bike. It is a steel pipe, he pounds the steel pipe into his hand with a menacing look on his face, staring straight down the barrel of the lens with a menacing look on his face and an air of intent in his eyes the UWA universe only saw very brief glimpses of in his first run in the company. Freeman takes the pipe and places it back where he got it from and seems to mediately switch into a more friendly, yet still deadly serious tone.
So Monday night in LA, I make my in ring return, I return to action against Bob Brooks. A man who is on one hell of a roll as of late. I will give you credit where it is due Bobby boy, in my absence you have proven yourself to be a far more accomplished in ring performer than I could ever have imagined, you have gone toe to toe with some of the best UWA has to offer and you have came out victorious more often than not as of late and for that Bobby boy I give you a very well earned round of applause.
Freeman nods with a surprised yet congratulatory look on his face as true to his word he claps his hands together giving Bob Brooks some appreciation that he believes he deserves. Yet suddenly his demeanour completely changes the smile drops from his face and he looks very serious indeed.
However Bobby boy, I have some rather unfortunate news for you my good sir. You see whilst you have my admiration for the achievements you have made, whilst you have indeed surpassed the wildest of expectations anyone could have had of you, you Sir have stumbled into the wrong place at the WORST possible time!
A big sadistic smirk comes across the face of Freeman as he drifts off into his own mind imagining the beat down he wishes to give Bob Brooks.
You see Bobby boy, Monday night in LA when that bell sounds I may be facing of mano e mano with you. Unfortunately you are not the man I will be seeing standing across the ring from me! I have a message to send Bob, Monday night in my minds eye I will be facing Cole Hunter and I WILL deliver the beat down he so rightly deserves. You see Bobby boy I am not the man I once was, I am not crippled by my morals, I no longer give a flying fuck about doing the RIGHT thing and that means that I will lose zero sleep giving you a savage beating! You like to think of yourself as UWA's prized stud, you think of yourself as this sexy big shot. Well Mr Brooks the only thing about you that will resemble a stud Monday night are the impressions the studs on my kutte leave on your broken and beaten body when I whip your sorry arse with it!
Another big sinister smirk creeps onto the face of Fraser Freeman. The air of seriousness in his voice however is somewhat disconcerting. It is clear he means to deliver a message and rather scarily he seems to have no regard for the physical well-being of Bob Brooks.
Bob you need to do yourself a big favour, you need to get your cell phone out, make call after call, you need to send email after email to Cole Hunter. You need to beg him with every ounce of your being to release Miss Jade, you need to big him to drop his war on the SCK because if he doesn’t you Sir are the one that will pay the biggest price of all!
Freeman makes a dialling motion with his hands as if to symbolise his very words.
You see before my match I will make my way to the ring, and I will call out Cole Hunter man to man. I will give him the chance to diplomatically put an end to the war before the battle in the trenches even begins. But if he should decline my offer, if he should disrespects the courtesy I am offering, then MR Brooks you Sir are going to have to be used to show Mr Hunter exactly what he has awoken! I will pummel you from pillar to post, I will slowly beat the life out of you! Once the last bit of fight has been pulverised out of you, then and only then will I send your evening into complete FREE FALL! And that my friend will be all she wrote!
A confident smirk takes the face of Fraser Freeman once more.
UWA universe, you all stand as witness this very second as my warning shot is fired. I am back and this time I WILL NOT stand for any mother fucking Bullshit! My offer has been given, but should it not be accepted I warn you all now, strap in tight because the shit is about to hit the god damn fan!
Freeman Looks angrily down the camera lens, almost frothing at the mouth. This turns to a big smirk and a grin comes across his face. A grin that tells the viewer that shit is about to get very very real indeed one way or another. He reaches down hits the ignition on his Harley and revs the son of a bitch like there is no tomorrow before speeding off into the night sky down towards Las Vegas!
He pulls a cigarette and a zippo lighter out of the top pocket of his kutte and lights up. The camera pans round to show that Freeman is parked up on the outskirts of Las Vegas, Nevada, his old stomping ground in panoramic view, Freeman just leans forward on the handlebars staring off into the distance soaking in being back in this part of the world, taking the occasional drag on his cigarette, before dropping it to the ground and stamping it out under his boot. He spins his bike around using his feet so he is in full view of the camera and begins to speak.
Here I am, back once again in good old sin city. You would think I would be happy to be here right? You would think this is a place full of fond memories of good times? You would be wrong, I never wanted to return, I never thought I would be back here.
Freeman has an air of straight forwardness about his demeanour, which translates to his voice also. He pushes himself up a bit and looks deep into the camera.
See this place reminds me of everything that was bad about my very existence. The confusion, the anger, the personal struggle within. Racking myself with guilt about how I was made to take care of business. Getting upset and angry that I was losing the very moral code I prided myself upon. All of this led me to the darkest of darkest days, I was striving to fight the good fight, striving to stand up to evil and do it the RIGHT way and it damn near killed me!
Freeman nods as his lips crinkles up and a dimple appears on the side of his face. He can be heard taking a sharp intake of breath before exhaling slowly.
In fact I dare say it did! For nearly a damn hour I was dead to the world, my body could no longer take the pounding, it just went into complete shut down. Hell I was lucky to wake up and when I did it was instantly clear to me that EVERYTHING needed to change. So I dragged my beaten and broken body out of my hospital bed, hopped out of the window and vowed that I would NEVER return to UWA or to Las, Vegas. Instead I would dedicate my life to helping people on the ground level, living on the streets, protecting the most vulnerable of vulnerable people and that’s exactly what I did. I hopped on my trusty steed and I embarked on a journey of enlightenment.
Freeman slams his hand down on the Body of his Harley and pats it a few times indicating that this is his steed and it was all that he needed at the time.
But here I am, montttttttths down the line, back in Vegas and in a few short days time back inside the ring for the very company I had vowed I would never set foot back inside again. Im sure the question your all wondering the answer to is why now? Although im sure many of you already know the answer. I vowed to no longer let my morals get in my way, no longer would I let my emotions towards individuals alter the actions I take, no longer would I pussy foot around doing the right thing to uphold my image of a ROLE MODEL. So I didn’t need to be in UWA, I didn’t need my friends and loved ones in Vegas slowing me down, I just needed the open road, a clear conscience and these hear weapons to protect those who needed it the most.
Freeman raises his fists up in a fighting pose, showing the world exactly what he meant.
All of that changed when a certain Mr Hunter decided to fuck with my Sin City Knights brethren. You see I may not have needed them, but when Cole Hunter decided to abduct my Ex Fiancé and repeatedly beat down a man I consider a close friend, it became abundantly clear that they needed me! I could no longer stand back out of the way, I could no longer be removed from society for my family needed me and I am here to answer there cry for help.
MR Hunter I am not sure you know what you have done! I am not sure you understand what you have unleashed on yourself and your slimy scum bag group of misfits. I am a man who has gone to the brink, I have cheated death itself and came back a man with no scruples about doing dirty deeds! I have no remorse, I have no fear of being judged, I live for one thing and one thing only, protecting those who need protecting and to hell with the consequences of my actions! You sir find yourself in a war with a man who has nothing to lose, I suggests you release Miss Jade immediately and drop this war on the SCK because if you don’t you are NOT going to like what happens next one little bit! You sir have been warned!
Freeman is almost foaming at the mouth, he is incensed, angry as hell and full of aggression. He leans forward and pulls something from the side of his bike. It is a steel pipe, he pounds the steel pipe into his hand with a menacing look on his face, staring straight down the barrel of the lens with a menacing look on his face and an air of intent in his eyes the UWA universe only saw very brief glimpses of in his first run in the company. Freeman takes the pipe and places it back where he got it from and seems to mediately switch into a more friendly, yet still deadly serious tone.
So Monday night in LA, I make my in ring return, I return to action against Bob Brooks. A man who is on one hell of a roll as of late. I will give you credit where it is due Bobby boy, in my absence you have proven yourself to be a far more accomplished in ring performer than I could ever have imagined, you have gone toe to toe with some of the best UWA has to offer and you have came out victorious more often than not as of late and for that Bobby boy I give you a very well earned round of applause.
Freeman nods with a surprised yet congratulatory look on his face as true to his word he claps his hands together giving Bob Brooks some appreciation that he believes he deserves. Yet suddenly his demeanour completely changes the smile drops from his face and he looks very serious indeed.
However Bobby boy, I have some rather unfortunate news for you my good sir. You see whilst you have my admiration for the achievements you have made, whilst you have indeed surpassed the wildest of expectations anyone could have had of you, you Sir have stumbled into the wrong place at the WORST possible time!
A big sadistic smirk comes across the face of Freeman as he drifts off into his own mind imagining the beat down he wishes to give Bob Brooks.
You see Bobby boy, Monday night in LA when that bell sounds I may be facing of mano e mano with you. Unfortunately you are not the man I will be seeing standing across the ring from me! I have a message to send Bob, Monday night in my minds eye I will be facing Cole Hunter and I WILL deliver the beat down he so rightly deserves. You see Bobby boy I am not the man I once was, I am not crippled by my morals, I no longer give a flying fuck about doing the RIGHT thing and that means that I will lose zero sleep giving you a savage beating! You like to think of yourself as UWA's prized stud, you think of yourself as this sexy big shot. Well Mr Brooks the only thing about you that will resemble a stud Monday night are the impressions the studs on my kutte leave on your broken and beaten body when I whip your sorry arse with it!
Another big sinister smirk creeps onto the face of Fraser Freeman. The air of seriousness in his voice however is somewhat disconcerting. It is clear he means to deliver a message and rather scarily he seems to have no regard for the physical well-being of Bob Brooks.
Bob you need to do yourself a big favour, you need to get your cell phone out, make call after call, you need to send email after email to Cole Hunter. You need to beg him with every ounce of your being to release Miss Jade, you need to big him to drop his war on the SCK because if he doesn’t you Sir are the one that will pay the biggest price of all!
Freeman makes a dialling motion with his hands as if to symbolise his very words.
You see before my match I will make my way to the ring, and I will call out Cole Hunter man to man. I will give him the chance to diplomatically put an end to the war before the battle in the trenches even begins. But if he should decline my offer, if he should disrespects the courtesy I am offering, then MR Brooks you Sir are going to have to be used to show Mr Hunter exactly what he has awoken! I will pummel you from pillar to post, I will slowly beat the life out of you! Once the last bit of fight has been pulverised out of you, then and only then will I send your evening into complete FREE FALL! And that my friend will be all she wrote!
A confident smirk takes the face of Fraser Freeman once more.
UWA universe, you all stand as witness this very second as my warning shot is fired. I am back and this time I WILL NOT stand for any mother fucking Bullshit! My offer has been given, but should it not be accepted I warn you all now, strap in tight because the shit is about to hit the god damn fan!
Freeman Looks angrily down the camera lens, almost frothing at the mouth. This turns to a big smirk and a grin comes across his face. A grin that tells the viewer that shit is about to get very very real indeed one way or another. He reaches down hits the ignition on his Harley and revs the son of a bitch like there is no tomorrow before speeding off into the night sky down towards Las Vegas!
