Post by King Richius on May 19, 2017 18:25:15 GMT -5
WFWF The Climb RP
Do Something
featuring Frank Lynn
Boston, MA : May 7, 2017
There are those like Ante Whitner who would tell me to accept the WFWF in all its infinite flaws, adapt to its sadomasochistic tendencies, and get used to pain and suffering. I can picture him with a half finished joint exhaling a cloud of smoke and saying in his best Matthew McConaughey impression:
It’s the status quo dude, love it or leave it.
That makes me sick to my stomach.
The status quo is a coddling mother who holds you close to her breast so you can suckle on her tit, swallowing her mother’s milk until you sh*t your diaper safe in the knowledge that she will wipe your ass and give you a fresh diaper, all the while smiling and telling you what a good little boy you are. She is a comforting security blanket protecting you from the great unknown of what could be.
Everyone needs to get off the tit, learn to wipe their own ass, put on their big boy pants, and tell the status quo to f*ck off.
Life is meant to be lived moving forward, not standing still.
What would the United States be like today if the last ten generations had been content to accept the status quo, to live standing still instead of moving forward. Rich white male land owners would be the only ones allowed to vote or hold office, deciding what is best for everyone else. Women would always be in the kitchen cooking, barefoot and pregnant, ever respectful and deferential to the far more wise and worldly men (just in case you aren’t sure, yes that is sarcasm). All minorities would be property instead of people, bought and sold on Amazon or Ebay, worked till they can work no more, and discarded like a broken down refrigerator. The only Native Americans would be the wooden indians standing near the entrance of cowboy bars all along Route 66, a glorious symbol of the rich white man’s supremacy rather than a grim reminder of the rich white man’s hubris.
When I think about it that way, it is obvious that the status quo is nothing more than an excuse for laziness, selfishness, and arrogance. Qualities that are in abundant supply in the WFWF today.
Don’t tell me to accept something that is so repulsive. The status quo should be challenged. We must not rest on our laurels thinking that it’s not my problem. Things will not get better on their own nor is it any good to sit and wait for someone else to bring about change.
It’s the status quo dude, love it or leave it.
Two options, neither of which works for me.
I choose a third option, one inspired by Joe Bishop. I choose to change the status quo!
I know it will be an uphill battle and there will be plenty of setbacks along the way. It doesn’t matter. Once I set my mind to something, I am as stubborn as a herd of mules. I will run full speed head first into a brick wall as many times as it takes to crack that wall until I finally break through and, just like Jack Nicholson in The Shining, I shout for all to hear: Here’s Frank Lynn!!!
Don’t waste your time telling me to stop. I won’t. This is now my cause, my purpose, my life!
I want to compete in a WFWF where each match is a fair and square test of skills. It should be about the wrestling. Nothing else. Just the wrestling.
The test of styles should create all the drama anyone needs to enjoy the competition. Can strength beat speed? Can power beat technique? Can heart and desire beat knowledge and experience?
That should be enough. When Joe and I are done, everyone will see that it is enough.
Joe Bishop and I will make sure of that.
I have that much faith in Joe Bishop, the man who ran the table in the Supreme Gauntlet to become World Heavyweight Champion. It’s official. Joe is the best wrestler in the world.
I have that much faith in myself now that I finally won the “big match” when I beat the Golden Opportunity Champion Ante Whitner. No more waiting, no more untapped potential. Frank Lynn has arrived. My opponents had better take me seriously or they will find themselves tapping out to the Dasochoku.
One day the WFWF will be pure.
On that day, I will shine as the world class athlete that I am.
WFWF Offices : May 10, 2017
Performance review time. I know this is a normal annual event for most people in most jobs but it strikes me as odd for a wrestler with highly visible matches and an official win-loss record. Still, it affords me the opportunity for some face time with Lila Sleater and I’m going to use that to my advantage.
Congratulations Frank. That was an impressive win at the PPV.
Thanks. It feels good to get the monkey off my back.
That you did. It could be a break out victory for you.
I’m trying to not get too excited. The win was a single step in a long journey.
The smile fades from Lila’s face as she prepares to get down to business. Good. It’s hard to exchange pleasantries with her given our history. I don’t think we will ever be friends but hopefully we can be cordial and professional. I need her on my side, the side of the revolution.
Is this the point where you demand a title match? Or are you going to complain about how you should already be the Golden Opportunity Champion because you beat Ante Whitner?
Ouch. I deserved that. But I’m different now.
How so?
I know its not my place to decide what I’ve earned. That’s your job. If you think I’ve earned a title shot, then you’ll give me one. If not… *shrug* you’ll stick me in another random tag match or multi-man clusterf*ck.
I’m doing my best to tell Lila what she wants to hear despite the voice inside my head screaming that I made the Ante Whitner tap out! That is the f*cking definition of earning it so of course I deserve a title shot. I bite my tongue… keep it cordial and professional.
Does that bother you?
Yes and no. I don’t want to spin my wheels in random matches but at the same time, every match I am in is an opportunity to show everyone that there is a better way. As Joe puts it, to lead by example.
And here we go with the revolution garbage. It was bad enough when Joe Bishop would go on his anti-WFWF rants. There isn’t room for two of you.
Ooh, struck a nerve. This is exactly what I wanted to talk about. Joe’s plan of leading by example is too passive for me. I’m not the reactive type. I’m more proactive. It is my intention to recruit Lila fully to our cause. I want this every bit as much as I wanted to win my last match.
Sorry but you’ll have to make room.
I don’t think so. See, I doubt you actually believe in the cause like Joe does.
What makes you think that?
Your recent history. You lost the SuperBrawl match and immediately afterwards attached yourself to Joshua Dean. Then Josh gets injured. You don’t do so well in the Supreme Gauntlet, lose a second chance to win the Golden Opportunity, and suddenly you join Joe’s crusade? Its a little too convenient if you ask me.
Christ! Where did that come from? What kind of game is she playing?
You think I’m riding coattails?
In a word, yes.
F*ck cordial and professional. Lila is making this personal. I won’t sit here quietly for this character assassination.
Screw you.
Her eyebrows shoot halfway up her forehead and her eyes go wide as golfballs. I have her full attention. Now to dispel all notions that Frank Lynn rides coattails. I am my own man, always have been, always will be.
Josh came to me and offered to be a mentor which led to us becoming friends. He helped me but I was the one doing the work in the ring.
That’s one way to look at it.
I didn’t go to Joe to ride his World Championship coattails. Are you forgetting how the tag match ended? How Trace Demon had to stick his nose where it didn’t belong and screwed up everything. You know the proverb… straw… camel… snap.
I went to Joe because I truly do believe in his cause… our cause.
And what exactly is that cause? Explain it to me.
You know damn well what the cause is. We want a WFWF where every match is a fair test of skill and determination. No more bullsh*t, just pure combat sports entertainment.
That means an end to politicking, manipulating, cheating, and especially the ultra-violence. Wrestlers shouldn’t have to worry about being injured and put on the shelf if not retired by psychopaths with no regard for the rules.
I’m on my soapbox now proselytizing like one of those annoying Latter Day types who knocks on your door at eight a.m. on a Sunday morning. I’m not going to apologize for it either. I need to convert Lila and will ramble until I am blue in the face to do it. At least for her part, she seems to be listening intently and not zoning out on me.
Didn’t you see the last PPV? Three matches were prime examples of the WFWF sh*t show. Hell, the Schneider/Jass match ended in a felony assault! Two matches were examples of a much better WFWF. Which matches do you think people will remember in six months? A year? Five years?
I don’t give her a chance to answer because God help me if she said the sh*t show matches were better I would jump over the desk and try to shake some sense into her, rendering all my anger management sessions meaningless and probably ending my time in the WFWF.
Who won those two matches? Joe Bishop and me, that’s who! The revolution started at Ultimate Supremacy but it is far from over. There is so much more to do.
Okay… okay… stop! I do know what the revolution is. I just wanted to hear you say it, to see if you really do believe.
I do. Joe and I are equal partners in this. This is not coattail riding.
I believe that you believe…
I realize that Lila was just testing my resolve. She needed to see how firm my convictions are before getting to the real point of this meeting. I study her face and see a look that says there is more and I am not going to like it.
but…
But I need you to stop the anti-WFWF rhetoric. Every time you call the WFWF a sh*t show you drive away casual fans.
Bingo! Turns out we both came prepared to discuss the same thing: the revolution. Unfortunately, she is on the opposite side and I have my work cut out for me. Good thing I did my homework and came up with a couple of trump cards to play.
I don’t think we can do that. Spreading our message is too important.
It is hurting business. If you don’t voluntarily stop, I can make you.
Are you threatening to fine me? Suspend me?
I don’t want to but I will if you force my hand.
Time to play my first trump card.
No, you won’t.
I won’t?!?!
Have you looked at the roster lately? Its thinner than an anorexic supermodel. You had to open the doors to any Joe Blow off the street to get ten wrestlers for the Supreme Gauntlet. It’s gotten worse with all the departures and injuries during the tournament.
I pause to let my words sink in. Lila’s shoulders slump a little.
You need me. You need every swinging dick you can find just so you can put on a decent show.
Damn it. I think you learned a little too much while running Legacy. Three months ago you wouldn’t have called my bluff.
A minor victory. She knew that I had leverage. Now she knows that I know I have leverage. I can’t push too hard though. Better reel in any lingering hostility, try to get back to cordial and professional.
Also, time to play trump card number two.
That wasn’t all I learned. I know what matters most to you and the rest of the suits: money! The revolution could benefit you in many ways, including increased revenues.
MMA and boxing are thriving billion dollar promotions presenting pure athletic combat sport events to a growing, rabid fanbase. Did you know that the big boxing match last year grossed five hundred million dollars? That’s more than the WFWF makes in six months. The average MMA PPV takes in seventy million which over a year adds up to a hundred million more than the WFWF makes in a year. And the WFWF numbers include merchandise sales.1
Pure athletic competition works for other combat sports. It can work for the WFWF too if you give it a chance.
Come on Lila. See the big picture. Fully commit to the WFWF that Joe and I envision. It really is the best environment for all wrestlers to thrive in, particularly one like me whose entire training and experience is from the amateur wrestling and MMA worlds.
We’re well aware of the numbers. The problem is wrestling fans and boxing/MMA fans are two separate groups with very little crossover. If we make sweeping changes we would lose a large portion of our current audience on the hope that we could attract an audience already loyal to another product. It’s too risky.
My turn to slide back in my chair and slump my shoulders. Of course the suits talked about this in one of their closed door meetings. And apparently they rationalized their way right out of doing anything because the status quo keeps their wallets fat enough.
The WFWF is doing just fine as it is. You and Joe are making it harder though with your anti-WFWF rants. Every time you call the WFWF a sh*t show you drive away fans. If you won’t stop, at least tone it down.
I’m out of trump cards now and no closer to gaining an ally in Lila. I hate to be stuck with Joe’s simple plan of leading by example but for now that is all we have.
Would you prefer “crap fest”? I have to call it like I see it.
And there is nothing I can do to change that?
Take action so we don’t get repeat performances from Mike Jette, Trace Demon, and Phillip Schneider.
*sigh* If only it was that simple. Trace is untouchable and Schneider is almost untouchable. Damn special contracts.
Pity. There can be no compromise.
Not necessarily. At the next show the main event will be Frank Lynn and Joe Bishop versus Trace Demon and David Brennan.
Son of a bitch! Lila is doing it again. This is just like when she “punished” Ante for injuring Josh by making him defend the Golden Opportunity in our Gauntlet match. She’s no better than a gym teacher who sees one student shooting spitballs at another so he breaks out the boxing gloves and tells them to fight it out.
So you want me and Joe to clean up your mess, eh? Fine. We’ll do your dirty work.
There’s just no pleasing you.
Change IS coming. Stop being a spectator. Do something.
Awkward silence. Determined stares with furrowed brows. Fingers tapping on the desk impatiently. Its a Mexican standoff. The tension fills the room until one of us has to break.
This is pointless. Get out of my office Frank. Just get out.
I can feel the anger, frustration, and regret dripping in her voice. I’m disappointed that I wasn’t able to sway her but there is still a glimmer of hope. Lila is yet another brick wall that I will have to keep chipping away at.
Boston, MA : May 12, 2017
Ante Whitner Out of Action Indefinitely!
I never know what to expect from my daily check on WFWF.COM. It might be another insipid edition of Schneider’s Slayings or the latest re-post of Mike Hickenbottom’s stupid power rankings. Today, I find breaking news about Ante Whitner on the front page. He's joined Drakz, Dean, and Jass on the injured list. Somebody cue up Queen’s Another One Bites the Dust please.
Our Ultimate Supremacy match replays in my head, ending on a freeze frame of the dramatic post match moment.
The Handshake.
I’m not sure what I was thinking when I offered my hand to Ante after the match was over. I guess I just wanted to show him the respect he was due for accepting the challenge. We had a good match, not quite the show stealer because Bishop and Brennan went to war over the World Heavyweight Championship, but still a damn good clean match. The kind of match Joe and I would like all WFWF matches to be.
Honestly, I didn’t expect him to take my hand. The animosity between us goes back six months and we’ve said some nasty things about each other. He made a similar gesture before our Gauntlet match and I refused, my anger and lust for vengeance getting the better of me. Plus I admit to having problems understanding how his mind works. I’m either not smart enough or not high enough to make sense of his existential mid-life crisis ramblings. I can’t help but think of him precariously balanced on a two legged chair in a rowboat holding a paint brush while I shake my head wondering what the f*ck is going on.
Bottom line: Ante Whitner and Frank Lynn shaking hands in the center of the ring wasn’t something anybody would expect, most of all me.
But he did shake my hand and then raise it in victory.
Actions speak louder than words.
Maybe he isn’t as bad as I thought. Maybe he really does regret injuring Josh. Maybe he does want to rise above the sh*t show.
Unfortunately, we won’t know for sure because he is now out of action for what could be a long time. I feel the need to do something. It doesn’t take long for me to come up with an idea. One quick phone call later and a bottle of Dalmore is on its way to Yonkers with a note attached.
Can we stop blaming each other and start blaming gravity? Get well soon. Frank
As gestures of peace and good will go, I’m satisfied.
I wonder what Brennan thought when he saw the news. Did he breathe a sigh of relief knowing he could concentrate entirely on Joe Bishop and the World Heavyweight Championship? Or will he see me as the next man up since I beat Ante? Is he looking at the tag match as his chance to put me in my place before I come a knockin’ on his door for the International Title?
Boston, MA : May 17, 2017
Happy Anniversary David f’n Brennan!
Hey Davie boy, check your calendar. It was one year ago today that you made your triumphant return at the Black Hole Sun PPV, the very same show I made my triumphant debut.
It’s been a hell of a year for both of us.
You steamrolled your way through some serious competition racking up an impressive unbeaten streak while collecting a bunch of gold along the way. No doubt a successful year for any WFWF wrestler.
I made enough of a splash to win the 2016 Rookie of the Year and get multiple title shots. I didn’t win any titles but I keep getting closer. It’s a matter of time. Most would call it a successful first year for any WFWF rookie.
Unfortunately for both of us, all that good may be outweighed by the bad.
I can’t deny it. I was disappointing in my constant losses in title matches. You are quite familiar with my failure since you contributed to it when you beat me in the Supreme Gauntlet. It wasn’t easy though, was it? I made you work for it. I’m going to make you work even harder in our tag match.
As for you, there is a lot less bad in the past year but it surely has to hurt a whole hell of a lot more. You were so close. Most of us are trying to grab the brass ring but you were a fingertip away from grabbing a diamond encrusted gold ring.
All you had to do was beat Joe Bishop and you would be the World Heavyweight Champion, the International Champion, and the Tag Team Champion… sort of.
All you had to do was beat Joe Bishop and you would do something truly historic, something unmatched in WFWF history.
All you had to do was beat Joe Bishop and your achievements would catch up to your ego.
All you had to do was beat Joe Bishop.
But you lost. Try as hard as you could, Joe was the better man. And now he is the better champion.
You must be pissed as hell, foaming at the mouth at the prospect of getting your hands around Joe’s neck and strangling the life out of him.
You must be so totally focused on Joe that you are forgetting about the other guy in the match. Me. Frank Lynn.
Big mistake.
You recently called me a has been MMA fighter. Keep on thinking that. Ignore the fact that I was a top ten world ranked fighter on the fast track to a championship who retired to come wrestle in the WFWF. Ignore the fact that I am climbing my way up the WFWF ranks even faster than I did in MMA. Ignore the fact that I grabbed the monkey off my back and choked it out at Ultimate Supremacy.
(Translation into Brennan-speak: I can hit damn hard too. I can also kick damn hard, throw you around the ring damn hard, and twist you up like a pretzel damn hard. Choke on that b*tch!)
Remember last time we went head to head I mentioned a pissing contest? Well, my stream is going a lot farther now. Have I caught up to you? Maybe, maybe not. One thing is certain. I’ve closed the gap enough that you should think twice before writing me off as a third wheel in this match.
I got my first real taste of success when I made Ante tap. I liked it. I knew that if the match was pure, no bullsh*t, then I could win. And I did. I’m on a high now and I want to keep that feeling going with a win over you and Trace Demon.
But there’s more to it than just wanting another win. You were impressive in the Supreme Gauntlet. You fought hard but fair fights. You definitely showed that you could be a force in the new WFWF Joe and I are trying to bring about.
Thing is, I can’t get past David Brennan from last year. You may not remember because you were sh*t-faced most of the time but that David Brennan built his unbeaten streak and title collection on the back of PBR tall boys. That David Brennan was a constant source of trouble with fans jumping the barriers to interfere in WFWF business, backstage altercations, and a propensity for spitting in the face of authority, figuratively if not literally. That David Brennan was a major f*cking assh*le.
You may have been on the straight and narrow the past few months but honestly, the assh*le Brennan is always there just under the surface waiting for an excuse to show his ugly face. The loss to Joe could be a lesson in humility or it could be a trigger that brings the assh*le to the surface, particularly with Trace Demon there to push your buttons.
Joe and I have to beat you to make sure you stay on the straight and narrow. Seriously, nobody wants to see assh*le David Brennan any more than they want to see David Brennan’s assh*le.
This match is more than a chance to get another win over someone who has beat me in the past. It is about teaching a lesson, setting an example, and keeping the revolution moving forward.
As long as you are David f’n Brennan, walking and talking like you are God’s gift to the WFWF with a ticking time bomb of anarchy and chaos inside you, you are a problem.
Joe Bishop and Frank Lynn are the solution. We are going to continue your lessons in humility at The Climb.
Because Joe Bishop is that damn good.
Because Frank Lynn is on his way to being that damn good.
Boston, MA : May 20, 2017
Fear is the mind killer.
Frank Herbert wrote that in his award winning novel Dune. He was on the right track but stopped short of the real truth. What he should have said is:
Fear is the dream killer.
If I learned anything from my meeting with Lila, it is that fear is the biggest obstacle Joe and I face in our revolution. Fear is killing our dream.
Management fears a loss in profits if they can’t put on their murder porn matches.
Some wrestlers fear a loss of their position if they can’t manipulate and cheat their way to the top. Other wrestlers fear losing the chance to live out their sick sadistic fantasies in front of a live audience.
The fans fear a less entertaining product, as if a show sucks unless the Spanish announce table gets destroyed.
The press probably fears a loss of juicy stories to report but who cares, they’re a bunch of parasites who will make sh*t up if there is nothing real to report.
I wish we could say the magic words Klaatu Verata Nikto and everybody would instantly get over their fears. Not gonna’ happen but it would be nice.
Instead, we’ll have to scratch and claw to get everyone past their fear of change because they only see what they may lose, not what they may gain.
It won’t be easy. Fear is a hard thing to overcome.
Frank.
Frank.
Frank!
Daphne’s shouting breaks me out of my reverie. She sits next to me on the training ring apron.
Sorry, I zoned out for a bit.
I noticed. Guess what?
Just tell me. I’m too tired for guessing games.
*sigh* You’re no fun. Lila Sleater called and offered me a WFWF tryout match.
Daphne in the WFWF?!?! I can’t contain myself. I jump off the apron and do a celebratory backflip. It hits me that this may be Lila’s way of trying to appease me but the why of it doesn’t matter. I can’t wait to have Daphne in a WFWF ring as another wrestler who wants good clean competition.
Really? That’s awesome! You’ll do great in the WFWF. Plus, Joe and I could use another ally.
I said no.
Ever blow up a balloon, then let it go and watch it fly around making a high pitched whine until it falls to the floor deflated and limp? Yeah, that’s how I feel right now.
What? No! Why?
One day I would love to wrestle in the WFWF. Just not now.
Is it your Legacy title? I’m sure we could work out a deal where you could appear for both the WFWF and Legacy so you wouldn’t have to give up the belt.
That’s not it.
Then what is it?
I don’t want to give the pendejos a chance to do to me what they did to Anna Ahriman, Scarlett Quinn, and Hugh Jass.
Daphne is afraid… and rightly so. As much as I’d like to believe she would run roughshod over the WFWF, truth is it would be difficult facing off against men twice her size with no inhibitions about hurting her.
That wouldn’t happen to you. You can hold on your own with anybody in the WFWF.
I’m not so sure. I’m not ready to risk my health, my career, and my dignity to find out.
But… we could reform the old tag team… this time without the pain in the ass masks.
No Frank. It’s not going to happen, at least not yet. You and Joe have a lot of work to do before the WFWF is a place I want to wrestle. It’s bad enough being ringside as your manager when you go up against a puta like Trace Demon.
Damn it! This is exactly why the WFWF needs to change. Daphne is a world class wrestler who could be a great asset for the WFWF but she won’t even try because the place is so out of control. My resolve doubles in an instant. The WFWF must change for the better!
I get it. I don’t like it but I get it.
If you want more allies, why don’t you look at wrestlers already in the WFWF.
Already in the WFWF? Who?
Joshua Dean would be a good choice but he’s still sidelined by injuries.
Brandon Bison? A definite possibility. He might already be doing our work for us if he gets Mike Jette in a fair match.
Speaking of my former Thunderbird partner, what about Mike Jette? Nah, I don’t think so. He’s gone over to the dark side and it got him a win so he may be a lost cause. I’m sorry I didn’t keep in touch after he got injured. I could have prevented this change in attitude. Now I may have to beat it out of him.
Other wresters’ faces flash before me: Scarlett Quinn, Reverend Shadow, Anna Ahriman, Maxwell Dachs, Tyson Watts, and so on…
None jumps out at me as a likely candidate to join the revolution.
Christ, is this how Joe felt the last year? No wonder he was happy when I came to him. No wonder he and WFWF.COM may consider me joining the cause to be a bigger victory than beating Brennan for the World Heavyweight Championship.
Frank.
Frank.
Frank!
Huh, what?
You drifted off again.
Sorry. It’s your fault, you got my wheels spinning.
It’s okay, as long as it doesn’t happen during a match. You lose concentration for even a second and Trace or Brennan will destroy you.
Trust me, I know. They‘ll definitely see me as the weak link so I have a target on me. I’ll have to be perfect.
This is a chance for you to send a message to the entire locker room, not only about the revolution but also that you’re one of the top guns. You have to win.
I plan to. For me. For Joe. For you. For the revolution.
Damn! That sounded so stupid. True but stupid. It will be a huge match for both Joe and I. I have to find a better way to say it than “For the revolution!” I want people to listen to the message, not laugh their asses off at it.
I’ll be there to make sure you do. Trace Demon is in serious need of an ass kicking. Now, do you have any idea why Sarah is giving us the evil eye?
Oh crap. I forgot. I’m going to some open houses and she is coming along to give me a female perspective.
Then you better get to it. Go find a house with a pool or a hot tub. They make for a better housewarming party.
Despite Daphne’s good news, bad news routine I’m in a good mood, a hopeful mood. Change is coming to the WFWF and I am part of it.
Toronto, Canada : May 23, 2017 : The Climb
Trace Demon’s Big Mistake
Hey Trace, it’s me, Frank Lynn.
You remember me, don’t you? I’m one of your “big mistakes” while you were owner of this sh*t show, oops, I mean crap fest that we call the WFWF.
Yeah, that one still burns my balls. Frank Lynn is many things but a mistake is not one of them. I hope you have revised your opinion after our last encounter when despite you trying to take out my leg I still put up one hell of a fight. I may have lost but I walked out of the arena hungry for a rematch. That hunger only grew after you stuck your micro-penis into my tag match with the Reverend against Scarlett and Tyson.
Not likely though. You are Trace Demon after all, the king of all arrogant, self-centered pricks. I bet you still consider me a mistake AND now a waste of your time as well because here I am in your path again, running interference from your real goal - getting payback on Joe Bishop.
Yeah, I’m gonna’ use the “don’t think I’m a third wheel” line again. It applies to you even more than it does to your tag partner David Brennan. His ego is large but yours is freakin’ colossal. You are far more likely to write me off as a non-factor in this match.
I’ve improved a lot since our match and I’m ready to bring the fight to you. I look forward to dealing out some punishment to you much more than I do to your partner Brennan. He has been playing by the rules recently but you haven’t. You deserve an epic ass kicking for your actions.
Hell, if I don’t kick your ass during the match, my manager Daphne may kick both of our asses after the match. You’ve got her latino blood at a full boil. I understand why.
What you did to Anna Ahriman was disgusting. You screwed up my tag match which pissed me off, although not as much as it pissed off Scarlett. Too bad for Scarlett, she became another victim of your misogynistic bull. Three shows. Three chances that you joyfully jumped on to embarrass the WFWF.
You really do like wallowing in sh*t like a pig in the mud, don’t you?
You are a major reason why the WFWF is such a crap fest. What you do in the ring in your so called matches is disgusting. What you do outside of the ring is truly despicable. As owner you not only allowed a lot of the bullsh*t, you instigated much of it. You created and endorsed an environment that has forced so many others to play your games.
You may not be the owner anymore, but one has to wonder how many strings you are still pulling through the anonymous owner in hiding. For all we know, you sold the company to your bastard midget offspring who secretly lives under the ring and e-mails your instructions to Lila.
Certainly you have much more stroke than the average wrestler because of your iron clad god status contract. You could f*ck a sheep in the middle of the ring (something I imagine you would enjoy) and the worst that would happen is lamb chops being served by catering at the next show.
In other words, as long as you are here, the WFWF will be a crap fest. You have too much power and will never change your ways.
Is it coincidence that Joe Bishop beat you in the Supreme Gauntlet and in his first match after winning the World Heavyweight Championship you get booked in a match against Joe? A match where your partner is the equally dominant David f’n Brennan while Joe is saddled with “one of your biggest mistakes”.
This match has the stink of a classic Trace Demon setup. You and Brennan both beat me recently and given your egos I’m sure you both believe you can eliminate me from this match very quickly leaving Joe in a handicap match against two men who would love to piss on his face and sh*t on his shiny new belt.
I’m here to tell you that ain’t gonna’ happen. I’m going to be standing shoulder to shoulder with Joe. You won’t get rid of me no matter how hard you try. Every time you punch or kick me I will punch or kick back harder. Throw me to the mat and I will jump back up to throw you down. Toss me out of the ring and I will fly back in off the top rope to crush you. Try a submission and I will reverse it until you cry for your momma.
By the time this match is over you will swear you just went sixty minutes with a Terminator, a relentless brutal wrestling machine with one goal - to put you down. I will make sure that you do not get your hand raised by the ref after the final bell.
The revolution is ready to take a huge step forward. We have to eliminate the greatest threat to a pure WFWF: Trace f’n Demon, the King of the Sh*t Show.
There is no place for you in our WFWF. You are beyond redemption. You are a cancerous tumor that has to be removed.
Doctors Bishop and Lynn are on the case.
I’d be lying if I said I won’t have an ear to ear sh*t eating grin on my face while we end your reign of terror.
There is one lesson you can learn from all of this.
You called me a mistake.
There’s a problem with mistakes.
They always come back to haunt you.
After this match is over, you will be haunted by the name Frank Lynn for a very long time.
Do Something
featuring Frank Lynn
Boston, MA : May 7, 2017
There are those like Ante Whitner who would tell me to accept the WFWF in all its infinite flaws, adapt to its sadomasochistic tendencies, and get used to pain and suffering. I can picture him with a half finished joint exhaling a cloud of smoke and saying in his best Matthew McConaughey impression:
It’s the status quo dude, love it or leave it.
That makes me sick to my stomach.
The status quo is a coddling mother who holds you close to her breast so you can suckle on her tit, swallowing her mother’s milk until you sh*t your diaper safe in the knowledge that she will wipe your ass and give you a fresh diaper, all the while smiling and telling you what a good little boy you are. She is a comforting security blanket protecting you from the great unknown of what could be.
Everyone needs to get off the tit, learn to wipe their own ass, put on their big boy pants, and tell the status quo to f*ck off.
Life is meant to be lived moving forward, not standing still.
What would the United States be like today if the last ten generations had been content to accept the status quo, to live standing still instead of moving forward. Rich white male land owners would be the only ones allowed to vote or hold office, deciding what is best for everyone else. Women would always be in the kitchen cooking, barefoot and pregnant, ever respectful and deferential to the far more wise and worldly men (just in case you aren’t sure, yes that is sarcasm). All minorities would be property instead of people, bought and sold on Amazon or Ebay, worked till they can work no more, and discarded like a broken down refrigerator. The only Native Americans would be the wooden indians standing near the entrance of cowboy bars all along Route 66, a glorious symbol of the rich white man’s supremacy rather than a grim reminder of the rich white man’s hubris.
When I think about it that way, it is obvious that the status quo is nothing more than an excuse for laziness, selfishness, and arrogance. Qualities that are in abundant supply in the WFWF today.
Don’t tell me to accept something that is so repulsive. The status quo should be challenged. We must not rest on our laurels thinking that it’s not my problem. Things will not get better on their own nor is it any good to sit and wait for someone else to bring about change.
It’s the status quo dude, love it or leave it.
Two options, neither of which works for me.
I choose a third option, one inspired by Joe Bishop. I choose to change the status quo!
I know it will be an uphill battle and there will be plenty of setbacks along the way. It doesn’t matter. Once I set my mind to something, I am as stubborn as a herd of mules. I will run full speed head first into a brick wall as many times as it takes to crack that wall until I finally break through and, just like Jack Nicholson in The Shining, I shout for all to hear: Here’s Frank Lynn!!!
Don’t waste your time telling me to stop. I won’t. This is now my cause, my purpose, my life!
I want to compete in a WFWF where each match is a fair and square test of skills. It should be about the wrestling. Nothing else. Just the wrestling.
The test of styles should create all the drama anyone needs to enjoy the competition. Can strength beat speed? Can power beat technique? Can heart and desire beat knowledge and experience?
That should be enough. When Joe and I are done, everyone will see that it is enough.
Joe Bishop and I will make sure of that.
I have that much faith in Joe Bishop, the man who ran the table in the Supreme Gauntlet to become World Heavyweight Champion. It’s official. Joe is the best wrestler in the world.
I have that much faith in myself now that I finally won the “big match” when I beat the Golden Opportunity Champion Ante Whitner. No more waiting, no more untapped potential. Frank Lynn has arrived. My opponents had better take me seriously or they will find themselves tapping out to the Dasochoku.
One day the WFWF will be pure.
On that day, I will shine as the world class athlete that I am.
WFWF Offices : May 10, 2017
Performance review time. I know this is a normal annual event for most people in most jobs but it strikes me as odd for a wrestler with highly visible matches and an official win-loss record. Still, it affords me the opportunity for some face time with Lila Sleater and I’m going to use that to my advantage.
Congratulations Frank. That was an impressive win at the PPV.
Thanks. It feels good to get the monkey off my back.
That you did. It could be a break out victory for you.
I’m trying to not get too excited. The win was a single step in a long journey.
The smile fades from Lila’s face as she prepares to get down to business. Good. It’s hard to exchange pleasantries with her given our history. I don’t think we will ever be friends but hopefully we can be cordial and professional. I need her on my side, the side of the revolution.
Is this the point where you demand a title match? Or are you going to complain about how you should already be the Golden Opportunity Champion because you beat Ante Whitner?
Ouch. I deserved that. But I’m different now.
How so?
I know its not my place to decide what I’ve earned. That’s your job. If you think I’ve earned a title shot, then you’ll give me one. If not… *shrug* you’ll stick me in another random tag match or multi-man clusterf*ck.
I’m doing my best to tell Lila what she wants to hear despite the voice inside my head screaming that I made the Ante Whitner tap out! That is the f*cking definition of earning it so of course I deserve a title shot. I bite my tongue… keep it cordial and professional.
Does that bother you?
Yes and no. I don’t want to spin my wheels in random matches but at the same time, every match I am in is an opportunity to show everyone that there is a better way. As Joe puts it, to lead by example.
And here we go with the revolution garbage. It was bad enough when Joe Bishop would go on his anti-WFWF rants. There isn’t room for two of you.
Ooh, struck a nerve. This is exactly what I wanted to talk about. Joe’s plan of leading by example is too passive for me. I’m not the reactive type. I’m more proactive. It is my intention to recruit Lila fully to our cause. I want this every bit as much as I wanted to win my last match.
Sorry but you’ll have to make room.
I don’t think so. See, I doubt you actually believe in the cause like Joe does.
What makes you think that?
Your recent history. You lost the SuperBrawl match and immediately afterwards attached yourself to Joshua Dean. Then Josh gets injured. You don’t do so well in the Supreme Gauntlet, lose a second chance to win the Golden Opportunity, and suddenly you join Joe’s crusade? Its a little too convenient if you ask me.
Christ! Where did that come from? What kind of game is she playing?
You think I’m riding coattails?
In a word, yes.
F*ck cordial and professional. Lila is making this personal. I won’t sit here quietly for this character assassination.
Screw you.
Her eyebrows shoot halfway up her forehead and her eyes go wide as golfballs. I have her full attention. Now to dispel all notions that Frank Lynn rides coattails. I am my own man, always have been, always will be.
Josh came to me and offered to be a mentor which led to us becoming friends. He helped me but I was the one doing the work in the ring.
That’s one way to look at it.
I didn’t go to Joe to ride his World Championship coattails. Are you forgetting how the tag match ended? How Trace Demon had to stick his nose where it didn’t belong and screwed up everything. You know the proverb… straw… camel… snap.
I went to Joe because I truly do believe in his cause… our cause.
And what exactly is that cause? Explain it to me.
You know damn well what the cause is. We want a WFWF where every match is a fair test of skill and determination. No more bullsh*t, just pure combat sports entertainment.
That means an end to politicking, manipulating, cheating, and especially the ultra-violence. Wrestlers shouldn’t have to worry about being injured and put on the shelf if not retired by psychopaths with no regard for the rules.
I’m on my soapbox now proselytizing like one of those annoying Latter Day types who knocks on your door at eight a.m. on a Sunday morning. I’m not going to apologize for it either. I need to convert Lila and will ramble until I am blue in the face to do it. At least for her part, she seems to be listening intently and not zoning out on me.
Didn’t you see the last PPV? Three matches were prime examples of the WFWF sh*t show. Hell, the Schneider/Jass match ended in a felony assault! Two matches were examples of a much better WFWF. Which matches do you think people will remember in six months? A year? Five years?
I don’t give her a chance to answer because God help me if she said the sh*t show matches were better I would jump over the desk and try to shake some sense into her, rendering all my anger management sessions meaningless and probably ending my time in the WFWF.
Who won those two matches? Joe Bishop and me, that’s who! The revolution started at Ultimate Supremacy but it is far from over. There is so much more to do.
Okay… okay… stop! I do know what the revolution is. I just wanted to hear you say it, to see if you really do believe.
I do. Joe and I are equal partners in this. This is not coattail riding.
I believe that you believe…
I realize that Lila was just testing my resolve. She needed to see how firm my convictions are before getting to the real point of this meeting. I study her face and see a look that says there is more and I am not going to like it.
but…
But I need you to stop the anti-WFWF rhetoric. Every time you call the WFWF a sh*t show you drive away casual fans.
Bingo! Turns out we both came prepared to discuss the same thing: the revolution. Unfortunately, she is on the opposite side and I have my work cut out for me. Good thing I did my homework and came up with a couple of trump cards to play.
I don’t think we can do that. Spreading our message is too important.
It is hurting business. If you don’t voluntarily stop, I can make you.
Are you threatening to fine me? Suspend me?
I don’t want to but I will if you force my hand.
Time to play my first trump card.
No, you won’t.
I won’t?!?!
Have you looked at the roster lately? Its thinner than an anorexic supermodel. You had to open the doors to any Joe Blow off the street to get ten wrestlers for the Supreme Gauntlet. It’s gotten worse with all the departures and injuries during the tournament.
I pause to let my words sink in. Lila’s shoulders slump a little.
You need me. You need every swinging dick you can find just so you can put on a decent show.
Damn it. I think you learned a little too much while running Legacy. Three months ago you wouldn’t have called my bluff.
A minor victory. She knew that I had leverage. Now she knows that I know I have leverage. I can’t push too hard though. Better reel in any lingering hostility, try to get back to cordial and professional.
Also, time to play trump card number two.
That wasn’t all I learned. I know what matters most to you and the rest of the suits: money! The revolution could benefit you in many ways, including increased revenues.
MMA and boxing are thriving billion dollar promotions presenting pure athletic combat sport events to a growing, rabid fanbase. Did you know that the big boxing match last year grossed five hundred million dollars? That’s more than the WFWF makes in six months. The average MMA PPV takes in seventy million which over a year adds up to a hundred million more than the WFWF makes in a year. And the WFWF numbers include merchandise sales.1
Pure athletic competition works for other combat sports. It can work for the WFWF too if you give it a chance.
Come on Lila. See the big picture. Fully commit to the WFWF that Joe and I envision. It really is the best environment for all wrestlers to thrive in, particularly one like me whose entire training and experience is from the amateur wrestling and MMA worlds.
We’re well aware of the numbers. The problem is wrestling fans and boxing/MMA fans are two separate groups with very little crossover. If we make sweeping changes we would lose a large portion of our current audience on the hope that we could attract an audience already loyal to another product. It’s too risky.
My turn to slide back in my chair and slump my shoulders. Of course the suits talked about this in one of their closed door meetings. And apparently they rationalized their way right out of doing anything because the status quo keeps their wallets fat enough.
The WFWF is doing just fine as it is. You and Joe are making it harder though with your anti-WFWF rants. Every time you call the WFWF a sh*t show you drive away fans. If you won’t stop, at least tone it down.
I’m out of trump cards now and no closer to gaining an ally in Lila. I hate to be stuck with Joe’s simple plan of leading by example but for now that is all we have.
Would you prefer “crap fest”? I have to call it like I see it.
And there is nothing I can do to change that?
Take action so we don’t get repeat performances from Mike Jette, Trace Demon, and Phillip Schneider.
*sigh* If only it was that simple. Trace is untouchable and Schneider is almost untouchable. Damn special contracts.
Pity. There can be no compromise.
Not necessarily. At the next show the main event will be Frank Lynn and Joe Bishop versus Trace Demon and David Brennan.
Son of a bitch! Lila is doing it again. This is just like when she “punished” Ante for injuring Josh by making him defend the Golden Opportunity in our Gauntlet match. She’s no better than a gym teacher who sees one student shooting spitballs at another so he breaks out the boxing gloves and tells them to fight it out.
So you want me and Joe to clean up your mess, eh? Fine. We’ll do your dirty work.
There’s just no pleasing you.
Change IS coming. Stop being a spectator. Do something.
Awkward silence. Determined stares with furrowed brows. Fingers tapping on the desk impatiently. Its a Mexican standoff. The tension fills the room until one of us has to break.
This is pointless. Get out of my office Frank. Just get out.
I can feel the anger, frustration, and regret dripping in her voice. I’m disappointed that I wasn’t able to sway her but there is still a glimmer of hope. Lila is yet another brick wall that I will have to keep chipping away at.
Boston, MA : May 12, 2017
Ante Whitner Out of Action Indefinitely!
I never know what to expect from my daily check on WFWF.COM. It might be another insipid edition of Schneider’s Slayings or the latest re-post of Mike Hickenbottom’s stupid power rankings. Today, I find breaking news about Ante Whitner on the front page. He's joined Drakz, Dean, and Jass on the injured list. Somebody cue up Queen’s Another One Bites the Dust please.
Our Ultimate Supremacy match replays in my head, ending on a freeze frame of the dramatic post match moment.
The Handshake.
I’m not sure what I was thinking when I offered my hand to Ante after the match was over. I guess I just wanted to show him the respect he was due for accepting the challenge. We had a good match, not quite the show stealer because Bishop and Brennan went to war over the World Heavyweight Championship, but still a damn good clean match. The kind of match Joe and I would like all WFWF matches to be.
Honestly, I didn’t expect him to take my hand. The animosity between us goes back six months and we’ve said some nasty things about each other. He made a similar gesture before our Gauntlet match and I refused, my anger and lust for vengeance getting the better of me. Plus I admit to having problems understanding how his mind works. I’m either not smart enough or not high enough to make sense of his existential mid-life crisis ramblings. I can’t help but think of him precariously balanced on a two legged chair in a rowboat holding a paint brush while I shake my head wondering what the f*ck is going on.
Bottom line: Ante Whitner and Frank Lynn shaking hands in the center of the ring wasn’t something anybody would expect, most of all me.
But he did shake my hand and then raise it in victory.
Actions speak louder than words.
Maybe he isn’t as bad as I thought. Maybe he really does regret injuring Josh. Maybe he does want to rise above the sh*t show.
Unfortunately, we won’t know for sure because he is now out of action for what could be a long time. I feel the need to do something. It doesn’t take long for me to come up with an idea. One quick phone call later and a bottle of Dalmore is on its way to Yonkers with a note attached.
Can we stop blaming each other and start blaming gravity? Get well soon. Frank
As gestures of peace and good will go, I’m satisfied.
I wonder what Brennan thought when he saw the news. Did he breathe a sigh of relief knowing he could concentrate entirely on Joe Bishop and the World Heavyweight Championship? Or will he see me as the next man up since I beat Ante? Is he looking at the tag match as his chance to put me in my place before I come a knockin’ on his door for the International Title?
Boston, MA : May 17, 2017
Happy Anniversary David f’n Brennan!
Hey Davie boy, check your calendar. It was one year ago today that you made your triumphant return at the Black Hole Sun PPV, the very same show I made my triumphant debut.
It’s been a hell of a year for both of us.
You steamrolled your way through some serious competition racking up an impressive unbeaten streak while collecting a bunch of gold along the way. No doubt a successful year for any WFWF wrestler.
I made enough of a splash to win the 2016 Rookie of the Year and get multiple title shots. I didn’t win any titles but I keep getting closer. It’s a matter of time. Most would call it a successful first year for any WFWF rookie.
Unfortunately for both of us, all that good may be outweighed by the bad.
I can’t deny it. I was disappointing in my constant losses in title matches. You are quite familiar with my failure since you contributed to it when you beat me in the Supreme Gauntlet. It wasn’t easy though, was it? I made you work for it. I’m going to make you work even harder in our tag match.
As for you, there is a lot less bad in the past year but it surely has to hurt a whole hell of a lot more. You were so close. Most of us are trying to grab the brass ring but you were a fingertip away from grabbing a diamond encrusted gold ring.
All you had to do was beat Joe Bishop and you would be the World Heavyweight Champion, the International Champion, and the Tag Team Champion… sort of.
All you had to do was beat Joe Bishop and you would do something truly historic, something unmatched in WFWF history.
All you had to do was beat Joe Bishop and your achievements would catch up to your ego.
All you had to do was beat Joe Bishop.
But you lost. Try as hard as you could, Joe was the better man. And now he is the better champion.
You must be pissed as hell, foaming at the mouth at the prospect of getting your hands around Joe’s neck and strangling the life out of him.
You must be so totally focused on Joe that you are forgetting about the other guy in the match. Me. Frank Lynn.
Big mistake.
You recently called me a has been MMA fighter. Keep on thinking that. Ignore the fact that I was a top ten world ranked fighter on the fast track to a championship who retired to come wrestle in the WFWF. Ignore the fact that I am climbing my way up the WFWF ranks even faster than I did in MMA. Ignore the fact that I grabbed the monkey off my back and choked it out at Ultimate Supremacy.
(Translation into Brennan-speak: I can hit damn hard too. I can also kick damn hard, throw you around the ring damn hard, and twist you up like a pretzel damn hard. Choke on that b*tch!)
Remember last time we went head to head I mentioned a pissing contest? Well, my stream is going a lot farther now. Have I caught up to you? Maybe, maybe not. One thing is certain. I’ve closed the gap enough that you should think twice before writing me off as a third wheel in this match.
I got my first real taste of success when I made Ante tap. I liked it. I knew that if the match was pure, no bullsh*t, then I could win. And I did. I’m on a high now and I want to keep that feeling going with a win over you and Trace Demon.
But there’s more to it than just wanting another win. You were impressive in the Supreme Gauntlet. You fought hard but fair fights. You definitely showed that you could be a force in the new WFWF Joe and I are trying to bring about.
Thing is, I can’t get past David Brennan from last year. You may not remember because you were sh*t-faced most of the time but that David Brennan built his unbeaten streak and title collection on the back of PBR tall boys. That David Brennan was a constant source of trouble with fans jumping the barriers to interfere in WFWF business, backstage altercations, and a propensity for spitting in the face of authority, figuratively if not literally. That David Brennan was a major f*cking assh*le.
You may have been on the straight and narrow the past few months but honestly, the assh*le Brennan is always there just under the surface waiting for an excuse to show his ugly face. The loss to Joe could be a lesson in humility or it could be a trigger that brings the assh*le to the surface, particularly with Trace Demon there to push your buttons.
Joe and I have to beat you to make sure you stay on the straight and narrow. Seriously, nobody wants to see assh*le David Brennan any more than they want to see David Brennan’s assh*le.
This match is more than a chance to get another win over someone who has beat me in the past. It is about teaching a lesson, setting an example, and keeping the revolution moving forward.
As long as you are David f’n Brennan, walking and talking like you are God’s gift to the WFWF with a ticking time bomb of anarchy and chaos inside you, you are a problem.
Joe Bishop and Frank Lynn are the solution. We are going to continue your lessons in humility at The Climb.
Because Joe Bishop is that damn good.
Because Frank Lynn is on his way to being that damn good.
Boston, MA : May 20, 2017
Fear is the mind killer.
Frank Herbert wrote that in his award winning novel Dune. He was on the right track but stopped short of the real truth. What he should have said is:
Fear is the dream killer.
If I learned anything from my meeting with Lila, it is that fear is the biggest obstacle Joe and I face in our revolution. Fear is killing our dream.
Management fears a loss in profits if they can’t put on their murder porn matches.
Some wrestlers fear a loss of their position if they can’t manipulate and cheat their way to the top. Other wrestlers fear losing the chance to live out their sick sadistic fantasies in front of a live audience.
The fans fear a less entertaining product, as if a show sucks unless the Spanish announce table gets destroyed.
The press probably fears a loss of juicy stories to report but who cares, they’re a bunch of parasites who will make sh*t up if there is nothing real to report.
I wish we could say the magic words Klaatu Verata Nikto and everybody would instantly get over their fears. Not gonna’ happen but it would be nice.
Instead, we’ll have to scratch and claw to get everyone past their fear of change because they only see what they may lose, not what they may gain.
It won’t be easy. Fear is a hard thing to overcome.
Frank.
Frank.
Frank!
Daphne’s shouting breaks me out of my reverie. She sits next to me on the training ring apron.
Sorry, I zoned out for a bit.
I noticed. Guess what?
Just tell me. I’m too tired for guessing games.
*sigh* You’re no fun. Lila Sleater called and offered me a WFWF tryout match.
Daphne in the WFWF?!?! I can’t contain myself. I jump off the apron and do a celebratory backflip. It hits me that this may be Lila’s way of trying to appease me but the why of it doesn’t matter. I can’t wait to have Daphne in a WFWF ring as another wrestler who wants good clean competition.
Really? That’s awesome! You’ll do great in the WFWF. Plus, Joe and I could use another ally.
I said no.
Ever blow up a balloon, then let it go and watch it fly around making a high pitched whine until it falls to the floor deflated and limp? Yeah, that’s how I feel right now.
What? No! Why?
One day I would love to wrestle in the WFWF. Just not now.
Is it your Legacy title? I’m sure we could work out a deal where you could appear for both the WFWF and Legacy so you wouldn’t have to give up the belt.
That’s not it.
Then what is it?
I don’t want to give the pendejos a chance to do to me what they did to Anna Ahriman, Scarlett Quinn, and Hugh Jass.
Daphne is afraid… and rightly so. As much as I’d like to believe she would run roughshod over the WFWF, truth is it would be difficult facing off against men twice her size with no inhibitions about hurting her.
That wouldn’t happen to you. You can hold on your own with anybody in the WFWF.
I’m not so sure. I’m not ready to risk my health, my career, and my dignity to find out.
But… we could reform the old tag team… this time without the pain in the ass masks.
No Frank. It’s not going to happen, at least not yet. You and Joe have a lot of work to do before the WFWF is a place I want to wrestle. It’s bad enough being ringside as your manager when you go up against a puta like Trace Demon.
Damn it! This is exactly why the WFWF needs to change. Daphne is a world class wrestler who could be a great asset for the WFWF but she won’t even try because the place is so out of control. My resolve doubles in an instant. The WFWF must change for the better!
I get it. I don’t like it but I get it.
If you want more allies, why don’t you look at wrestlers already in the WFWF.
Already in the WFWF? Who?
Joshua Dean would be a good choice but he’s still sidelined by injuries.
Brandon Bison? A definite possibility. He might already be doing our work for us if he gets Mike Jette in a fair match.
Speaking of my former Thunderbird partner, what about Mike Jette? Nah, I don’t think so. He’s gone over to the dark side and it got him a win so he may be a lost cause. I’m sorry I didn’t keep in touch after he got injured. I could have prevented this change in attitude. Now I may have to beat it out of him.
Other wresters’ faces flash before me: Scarlett Quinn, Reverend Shadow, Anna Ahriman, Maxwell Dachs, Tyson Watts, and so on…
None jumps out at me as a likely candidate to join the revolution.
Christ, is this how Joe felt the last year? No wonder he was happy when I came to him. No wonder he and WFWF.COM may consider me joining the cause to be a bigger victory than beating Brennan for the World Heavyweight Championship.
Frank.
Frank.
Frank!
Huh, what?
You drifted off again.
Sorry. It’s your fault, you got my wheels spinning.
It’s okay, as long as it doesn’t happen during a match. You lose concentration for even a second and Trace or Brennan will destroy you.
Trust me, I know. They‘ll definitely see me as the weak link so I have a target on me. I’ll have to be perfect.
This is a chance for you to send a message to the entire locker room, not only about the revolution but also that you’re one of the top guns. You have to win.
I plan to. For me. For Joe. For you. For the revolution.
Damn! That sounded so stupid. True but stupid. It will be a huge match for both Joe and I. I have to find a better way to say it than “For the revolution!” I want people to listen to the message, not laugh their asses off at it.
I’ll be there to make sure you do. Trace Demon is in serious need of an ass kicking. Now, do you have any idea why Sarah is giving us the evil eye?
Oh crap. I forgot. I’m going to some open houses and she is coming along to give me a female perspective.
Then you better get to it. Go find a house with a pool or a hot tub. They make for a better housewarming party.
Despite Daphne’s good news, bad news routine I’m in a good mood, a hopeful mood. Change is coming to the WFWF and I am part of it.
Toronto, Canada : May 23, 2017 : The Climb
Trace Demon’s Big Mistake
Hey Trace, it’s me, Frank Lynn.
You remember me, don’t you? I’m one of your “big mistakes” while you were owner of this sh*t show, oops, I mean crap fest that we call the WFWF.
Yeah, that one still burns my balls. Frank Lynn is many things but a mistake is not one of them. I hope you have revised your opinion after our last encounter when despite you trying to take out my leg I still put up one hell of a fight. I may have lost but I walked out of the arena hungry for a rematch. That hunger only grew after you stuck your micro-penis into my tag match with the Reverend against Scarlett and Tyson.
Not likely though. You are Trace Demon after all, the king of all arrogant, self-centered pricks. I bet you still consider me a mistake AND now a waste of your time as well because here I am in your path again, running interference from your real goal - getting payback on Joe Bishop.
Yeah, I’m gonna’ use the “don’t think I’m a third wheel” line again. It applies to you even more than it does to your tag partner David Brennan. His ego is large but yours is freakin’ colossal. You are far more likely to write me off as a non-factor in this match.
I’ve improved a lot since our match and I’m ready to bring the fight to you. I look forward to dealing out some punishment to you much more than I do to your partner Brennan. He has been playing by the rules recently but you haven’t. You deserve an epic ass kicking for your actions.
Hell, if I don’t kick your ass during the match, my manager Daphne may kick both of our asses after the match. You’ve got her latino blood at a full boil. I understand why.
What you did to Anna Ahriman was disgusting. You screwed up my tag match which pissed me off, although not as much as it pissed off Scarlett. Too bad for Scarlett, she became another victim of your misogynistic bull. Three shows. Three chances that you joyfully jumped on to embarrass the WFWF.
You really do like wallowing in sh*t like a pig in the mud, don’t you?
You are a major reason why the WFWF is such a crap fest. What you do in the ring in your so called matches is disgusting. What you do outside of the ring is truly despicable. As owner you not only allowed a lot of the bullsh*t, you instigated much of it. You created and endorsed an environment that has forced so many others to play your games.
You may not be the owner anymore, but one has to wonder how many strings you are still pulling through the anonymous owner in hiding. For all we know, you sold the company to your bastard midget offspring who secretly lives under the ring and e-mails your instructions to Lila.
Certainly you have much more stroke than the average wrestler because of your iron clad god status contract. You could f*ck a sheep in the middle of the ring (something I imagine you would enjoy) and the worst that would happen is lamb chops being served by catering at the next show.
In other words, as long as you are here, the WFWF will be a crap fest. You have too much power and will never change your ways.
Is it coincidence that Joe Bishop beat you in the Supreme Gauntlet and in his first match after winning the World Heavyweight Championship you get booked in a match against Joe? A match where your partner is the equally dominant David f’n Brennan while Joe is saddled with “one of your biggest mistakes”.
This match has the stink of a classic Trace Demon setup. You and Brennan both beat me recently and given your egos I’m sure you both believe you can eliminate me from this match very quickly leaving Joe in a handicap match against two men who would love to piss on his face and sh*t on his shiny new belt.
I’m here to tell you that ain’t gonna’ happen. I’m going to be standing shoulder to shoulder with Joe. You won’t get rid of me no matter how hard you try. Every time you punch or kick me I will punch or kick back harder. Throw me to the mat and I will jump back up to throw you down. Toss me out of the ring and I will fly back in off the top rope to crush you. Try a submission and I will reverse it until you cry for your momma.
By the time this match is over you will swear you just went sixty minutes with a Terminator, a relentless brutal wrestling machine with one goal - to put you down. I will make sure that you do not get your hand raised by the ref after the final bell.
The revolution is ready to take a huge step forward. We have to eliminate the greatest threat to a pure WFWF: Trace f’n Demon, the King of the Sh*t Show.
There is no place for you in our WFWF. You are beyond redemption. You are a cancerous tumor that has to be removed.
Doctors Bishop and Lynn are on the case.
I’d be lying if I said I won’t have an ear to ear sh*t eating grin on my face while we end your reign of terror.
There is one lesson you can learn from all of this.
You called me a mistake.
There’s a problem with mistakes.
They always come back to haunt you.
After this match is over, you will be haunted by the name Frank Lynn for a very long time.
1 These numbers are based on the 2015 Mayweather/Pacquiao fight, 2016 UFC events (unofficial reports from insiders on Wikipedia since the UFC doesn’t release official numbers), and WWE reported income for 2016.
