WFWF Presents "Foundation" - Results

The crowd is mixed with cheers and boos. Ante Whitner appears on the screen in a corny, Star Trek-esque shot with dimly-lit lamps in the background.


Ante Whitner: Thank you for having me.


Alecia Matthews: To break the ice, I’ll start with your injury. What is the extent of your injuries and how long do you think they’ll keep you away from the ring?


Ante Whitner: Alecia, there is no real answer to that. I went to one doctor who said I should retire for the time being, talked to one of my friends who said I could kick David Brennan’s ass tomorrow, and when I asked them how long would it take, they both shrugged. There is no time frame for me, which means there is absolutely no off-season.


The crowd cheers.


Alecia Matthews: And what does your injury entail? Dislocated shoulder? Torn ACL?


Ante Whitner: Alecia, picture yourself at a funeral and asking the deceased’s wife at the moment of burial “so how did he die?”. In all honesty, I have no clue what injury I sustained and the doctors refuse to tell me. As soon as it becomes apparent to me, I will choose to let the world know or not.


Alecia Matthews: Okay, okay. Shall I move on to-


Ante Whitner: Joe Bishop becoming World Champion? I dig it.


Alecia Matthews: No, I was going to ask-


Ante Whitner: How big David Brennan’s cock is? I’d ask Christa for that one.


Alecia Matthews: Mr. Whitner, please, let me finish my statement.


Ante Whitner: That’s a first. Uh, Ms. Matthews, can you give me freedom and not make it feel like I’m up for parole?


The crowd cheers.


Alecia Matthews: Fine, the floor is yours.


Ante Whitner: Thank you, eh-hem. At “The Climb”, I was notably called out by a certain individual for having a “vagina” and embracing the spirit of “intergender wrestling”. As obvious, I would like to respond to the comments Hugh Jass made to me on that night.


The crowd cheers, chanting “Hugh Jass”. Ante moves closer to the screen.


Ante Whitner: Phillip Schneider, you f*ckin’ Jew. Despite your late-night, virginesque, keyboard warrior habits, I always knew it would come to this. Calling me out in my absence is a pretty cheap move from a man like you, who is so goddamn talented in playing out his surrealistic fantasies on live television. Gotta say, pretty disappointed.


The crowd cheers again.


Ante Whitner: I’ll start off with this: I am a fool for tapping out, exposing myself as a bluff, a one-time star. I pounded the mat because I couldn’t handle it, because I couldn’t escape, and because I was a giant p*ssy. I apologize for giving everyone false hope, for making Schneider’s Tumblr posts invalid, and for being a shell of someone I am not. I’m sorry for being human.


Whitner takes a sip of what appears to be bourbon.


Ante Whitner: Being someone lower than WFWF’s “final boss” earns me the familiar spot of opening the card, missing opportunities, and becoming another spoke on the wheel. I’ve hit this bottom too many f*ckin’ times to count, more times than Schneider has falsely called himself WFWF’s best. But, if I didn’t climb back every single time, would I be holding a Golden Opportunity briefcase right now? No, and hell, I even beat the man who tapped me out twice when the odds weren’t in my favor. I preserved, working and training for hours, shedding one too many pints of blood; all for a f*ckin’ briefcase. To say I’m a pretender is blatantly false because last time I checked, my willpower far exceeds what the Green Lanterns recruit for. If my willpower doesn’t give ol’ Devon Tatum the slightest credence in believing I’m more than a half measure, then he should go back to busting a nut over gore porn. After all, he’s the guy who got absolutely f*cked by Drakz not too long ago and returned for a cheap pop on MY f*ckin’ night.


The crowd roars.


Ante Whitner: Your slow clap, your stupid Tumblr posts don’t mean sh*t to me. I have followed my own footsteps for my entire life, despite the many times I’ve visited hell. If you truly longed for a partner, maybe you should’ve asked Percy to carry your ass to someone else before he became a f*ckin’ vegetable. Truth is Phil, you’re a hypocrite, a liar, talking from your ass any chance your slimy Jew hands get on a microphone. YOU are the half-measure.. YOU are the pansy who said uncle at “End Game”.. YOU are the person YOU should fear. You’re not fixing the WFWF Obo, you’re giving out lobotomies and downers, expecting they’re able to talk back to you afterwards. To put it simply, you’re a bastard hanging onto the last bit of hubris you still have.


Daniel Knight: Jesus, this is getting out of hand.


Ante Whitner: I will be watching very closely tonight in your match against Dave Brennan. I will watch every move you make, every step you take, jotting notes down like a college scout. But, more importantly, I’ll be clutching my excuse of a champion tightly. In your fantasy, you’d love to see me give Dave head in my failed Golden Opportunity cash-in. But, in my fantasy, I’d love to see you get the International title tonight, only for me to bash you over the head with my briefcase like a Walking Dead scene.


The crowd cheers.


Ante Whitner: That’s f*ckin’ right Phillip, your sham of a title victory might as well be shadowed by my briefcase. If you beat Brennan tonight, that briefcase of mine will not stay in the closet collecting dust anymore. I will linger like a seagull at the beach, I will wait until you’re most vulnerable..and then, I will strike like a f*ckin’ eagle. Your victory guarantees me a Golden Opportunity cash-in at the earliest stage. That’s a quarter I’d be happy to put inside your arcade machine.


Alecia Matthews: Ante, are you saying that if Phillip Schneider wins the International title tonight, you will cash-in the moment you are active again?


Ante Whitner: F*ck yeah.


The crowd erupts in roars.


Ante Whitner: But hell, if Phil happens to mirror what he looked like at “End Game” tonight, I’ll keep that sh*t waiting for a different moment. This is an opportunity greater than any I’ve ever experienced and gives me an even greater reason to fight Schneider.


Whitner takes another sip of bourbon with a smile on his face.


Ante Whitner: Phillip, you have opened up my eyes more than Kyzer did. Never have I felt such an urge to prove someone wrong, never have I felt the magnitude of an opportunity, and never have I seen someone so vile it makes me want to vomit. The fight you’ve picked with me is more than just this potential championship shot; it deals with me being your proverbial shadow. Face it Phil, to every protagonist’s story, there is someone who is manifested from all of the protagonist’s fears and insecurities. I am your f*ckin’ shadow, I am the villain to your own story, the hero to my own. I am behind you everywhere you go, waiting for an opportune time to take a jab at your heart and make you bleed inside out. Maybe then I can finally go balls deep and maximize my pleasure by f*cking your dead corpse. Hell, looks like we’re more similar than you thought...good.


Daniel Knight: Oh god, someone cut this necrophile’s broadcast.


Ante Whitner: I am your phobia.. I am your cancer. If you expect this to be the end level for me, you’re f*ckin’ wrong. This is only an introductory tutorial on how to f*ck the methodical WFWF wheel, teaching me a thing or two on kegels. When I’m 100%, like you said, I’ll be there. Bring the International Championship, I’ll bring your poison. This sh*t will f*ckin’ happen, rain or shine. I am going to show you how much of a hypocrite you are, how much of a bastard you are, and how you make a poor excuse of a man, even for a Jew.


The crowd erupts once more.


Ante Whitner: You’re going to burn in f*ckin’ hell Obo. Fear me, fear the fight that is to come. Ladies and gentlemen, expect the f*ckin’ Holocaust Part Two.


The signal cuts as the crowd continues to cheer.


Daniel Knight: I hope you are ready because up next is a very intriguing match up. Former Champion and Hall of Famer Trace Demon versus rising star and revolutionary Frank Lynn.


Alecia Matthews: Yes indeed, made all the more intriguing because it is a street fight. Lila is trying to punish Trace Demon yet again by putting him in a match he excels at.


Daniel Knight: You have to wonder about the wisdom of Lila. How is feeding Frank Lynn to Trace Demon like a lamb to the slaughter any kind of punishment for what Trace did last show?


Alecia Matthews: Most people expect Trace Demon will win but I wouldn’t underestimate Frank Lynn. He’s been coming on strong since beating Ante Whitner in a triple threat match and looked strong at the Climb against Demon and Brennan until Trace outsmarted him.


Daniel Knight: Trace certainly pulled a fast one on Frank and Joe Bishop. I wonder how Frank will balance revenge versus the morals he espouses as part of the revolution.


The house lights fade as Christa Adina steps into the ring.


The arena goes black. The first psychedelic guitar screams of "Anthem of the Space" blast out over the arena speakers as multi-colored spotlights zoom around the arena, converging on the entrance stage to bathe Frank Lynn in a bright white light. He stands with his arms spread and looks to the sky, soaking in the moment. His manager Daphne comes out to join Frank on stage and they make a slow purposeful walk to the ring, the spotlight following each of their steps as it cycles through the colors of the spectrum. They get to the ring, walking completely around it. & Frank lets Daphne walk up the steps first and she enters the ring. She holds the ropes for Frank who steps into the ring and stands in the center with his arms spread. The single white spotlight suddenly splits into many different colored spotlights which zoom out from them and dance around the crowd as the house lights come up. As he is announced, Daphne removes his coat, carefully folds it up, and exits the ring to take her position on the floor by Frank's corner.


Christa Adina: Ladies and Gentlemen, now entering the ring from Boston, Massachusetts standing at 6’ 2” and weighing 232 lbs... Frank Lynnnnnn!


As the opening chords of “Seizure of Power” hits the speakers the lights across the arena shut off one by one. They are replaced by six crimson spotlights, each one turning on a different part of the arena in sequence. One by one each of the spotlights move to the tip of the stage, combining and showing the first glimpse of Trace Demon, down on one knee with his back to the crowd and a hoodie over his head. As the song builds to a fever pitch he suddenly rises, spins around and in one simultaneous motion pulls his hood down and throws his other hand up like a gun, mouthing “Boom” as pyrotechnics go off all around him. As the pyrotechnics come to a stop the lights in the arena turn on, showing a full look at Trace Demon.


Trace stands on the ramp and takes a look around at the crowd, completely unfazed by the reaction he is getting which, unlike everywhere else, is bizarrely positive. He seems to be in his own little world as he makes his way down the ramp, completely ignoring the fans on either side of him as they attempt to touch the King of Demons, instead focused solely on the ring and his next victim - Joe Bishop’s lackey Frank Lynn. As he reaches the bottom of the ramp he removes his hoody and throws it to the ground before settling himself just outside the ring. In a single flawless motion he leaps up onto the apron and then enters the ring between the top and middle rope. He ascends the nearest turnbuckle, pointing to the fans and smirking as they continue to cheer him, and then leaps back down, settling in the centre of the ring.


Christa Adina: His opponent, now entering the ring, from Hamilton, Ontario, Canada standing at 6’ 3” and weighing 230 lbs... The King of Demons… Trace Demonnnnnn!


Alecia Matthews: Am I hearing things or are people actually cheering for Trace Demon?


Daniel Knight: Anything is possible since we are in Canada. A little national pride showing itself as support for the Demon?


Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to remind you… this match is a street fight! There are no rules! May the better man win!


The referee doesn’t bother checking the wrestlers for foreign objects - why bother when they can use whatever they want to mutilate each other? Frank and Trace don’t bother with a pre-match handshake. Another case of why bother considering these two men really don’t like each other.


The ref signals for the bell.


DING DING DING


Trace wastes no time, resorting to his usual opener of charging at Frank for a running high knee strike. Frank shows that he has learned from the past and quickly sidesteps Trace but in addition to avoiding the blow, he lashes out with a punch to Trace’s knee. Trace stumbles on one leg, catching himself on the ropes and looking at Frank with what is almost a sign of respect. Frank shrugs his shoulders as if to say expect the unexpected.


Daniel Knight: I’ll say this much for Frank, he isn’t showing any fear.


Alecia Matthews: That is half the battle against someone like Trace Demon.


Trace rubs his knee and squares off to lock up with Frank in the center of the ring. Both men strain with the effort of pushing the other around the ring, Frank finally getting the upper hand and pushing Trace hard into the corner. Trace brushes himself off and they square up again to the same result, different corner.


Daphne is on the floor close to Trace’s feet and he steps away from her while wagging his finger like Dikembe Motumbo. Frank takes advantage and runs at Trace delivering a jumping forearm strike to Demon’s skull and pushing him into the corner. Frank climbs to the second rope and rains down punches while the crowd counts along. 1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… 7… 8… 9…


As Frank winds up for the big tenth blow, Trace ducks down under Frank’s legs and lifts him up for a devastating power bomb. He makes a show of going for a pin but releases Frank before he can kick out. The punishment is just starting.


Daniel Knight: There is a chance Trace could have ended this right there but instead he lets it continue. He must really want to hurt Frank Lynn.


Alecia Matthews: I don’t know, I think Frank would have kicked out anyway. He has a never say die attitude that is his biggest weapon. It really endears him to the fans.


Daniel Knight: I’m sure Frank would like it if the fans were cheering FOR him instead of AGAINST Trace Demon but let’s be honest, Trace is one of the most hated WFWF superstars ever.


The punishment that follows is fast, furious, and growing in brutality with every move. Trace Demon empties his arsenal of traditional wrestling moves on Frank as the experience factor swings momentum his way. Frank is in trouble but he refuses to give up, kicking out of several pin attempts and always taunting Trace to bring something more.


Despite his resilience, Frank is fighting a losing battle and makes desperate attempts to turn the tables. Trace Demon easily counters many of the high risk moves Frank tries but not only is Frank resilient, he is persistent.


Ten minutes into the match, Trace hits the Demonstration of Hell and goes for a pin. Frank kicks out. A frustrated Trace leaves a dazed Lynn in the ring to get some toys, reaching under the ring to grab several steel chairs and throw them in the ring.


Alecia Matthews: This getting serious now. Trace is going for the plunder.


Daniel Knight: Indeed. We’re entering the slobber knocker stage of the match.


Trace starts to get back in the ring but Daphne approaches him, shouting and waving her arms angrily. Trace licks his lips and gestures inappropriately at Daphne who backs off. It was just a distraction to allow Frank more time to recover.


By the time Trace gets back into the ring and picks up one of the chairs, Frank is ready. Trace prepares to swing the chair at Frank’s head but Frank leaps into the air and hits a Van Daminator. Trace staggers around and drops the chair while Frank runs the ropes to drop Trace with a slingblade.


The tables have been turned and Frank mercilessly beats Trace with his entire arsenal of MMA strikes until Trace can barely stand. Frank moves in and tucks Trace’s head between his legs, taking a moment to gyrate his hips putting stress on Trace’s neck. Then he lifts Trace up while jumping to hit a beautiful Canadian Destroyer that leaves Trace prone on the mat.


Frank quickly goes for a cover but Trace kicks out at 2 and 7/8ths.


Alecia Matthews: I am impressed. Frank came to fight tonight.


Daniel Knight: I don’t think Trace Demon expected this to be so hard. Was Frank right when he said the King of Demons is past his prime?


Alecia Matthews: Don’t let Trace hear you say that. He's not above kicking your ass.


In the ring, Trace has gotten his second wind and the two men are going at each in an old school exchange of blows in the middle of the ring, then several attempted running the ropes moves that end with Frank Lynn launched over the top rope by a Trace Demon back body drop.


Trace follows Frank to the floor and what follows is five to ten minutes of the two men hitting each other with fists, the ring posts, the ring steps, and a kendo stick Trace pulled out from under the ring.


At one point, Trace launches vicious series of kendo stick blows to Franks head and back, then smashes him face first into the ring steps opening a huge gash on Frank’s forehead. Trace follows it up by pinning Frank’s hand between the ring post and steps. The King of Demons gets a running start and smashes into the ring steps squashing Frank’s hand while Daphne looks on in horror.


Daniel Knight: Trace is turning up the heat now.


Alecia Matthews: Frank is in serious trouble. I don’t know how he can recover from this assault.


To everyone’s surprise Frank does bounce back, lifting the top half of the ring steps over his head and hurling them at Trace. The steps bounce off Trace’s head with church bell worthy clang and now it is Trace’s turn to bleed.


Frank charges Trace and hits him with a flurry of punches. He stops to watch Trace wobble on rubber legs. Frank holds his hands out for all to see that they are now covered in Trace Demon’s blood and he shouts for all to hear.


Frank Lynn: Your blood is on my hands!


Daniel Knight: Not the greatest taunt I’ve ever heard but Frank Lynn is good to his word.


Alecia Matthews: He said he would shed the Demon’s blood and he has.


Daniel Knight: The crowd is loving it. I don’t think they give a crap about Frank’s revolution right now. They came to see a fight and these two are delivering.


Alecia Matthews: It is reaching epic status. Trace unloading every weapon at his disposal and Frank Lynn absolutely refusing to give up.


The analysis is correct as the two men are equally beaten up and equally driven to punish their opponent and bring the match to a definitive end.


To this effect, after several minutes of back and forth fighting in and out of the ring with and without weapons, Trace once again gains the upper hand. He slams Frank onto the announce table, then climbs first to the ring apron, stopping to taunt the crowd before climbing to the top turnbuckle.


The King of Demons flies off the turnbuckle and drops down onto Frank Lynn hitting an elbow drop that crushes Frank and destroys the table.


If you’re expecting some kind of exclamations from Daniel and Alecia, you’re SOL because they ran for the hills leaving their headsets behind. You’ll have to add your own commentary until they get their nerve back and return to ringside.


Trace hurt himself in the process but still gets up first and drags Frank’s body into the ring. The effort tires the battered warrior so he leans against the ring to catch his breath. He eyes up Frank in the ring.


Trace Demon: You stupid son of a bitch. Time to die.


Trace grabs a chair and slides into the ring. He stands over Frank menacingly. Daphne jumps into the ring and covers Frank while pleading with Trace.


Daphne: Please. You’ve won. Just cover him and get the pin. You don’t need to do this.


Trace Demon: The hell I don’t. Now make a choice. Either I beat the hell out of you or him.


Daphne looks at Trace defiantly but he is testing her resolve. Then both are somewhat surprised as Frank Lynn slowly gets up. It takes several tries but he makes it to his feet and pushes Daphne away. Then he turns to Trace and literally snarls at him.

Frank Lynn: Leave her out of this. You want to beat the hell out of somebody… I’m your huckleberry.

Trace Demon nods at Frank and then winds up with the chair, landing a devastating shot to the head, dropping Frank Lynn to the canvas in one blow. But Trace isn’t done. He steps up to the downed Frank Lynn, lifts the chair over his head…


And then the lights go out.


Alecia Matthews: What the hell?


?: Trace Demon, you have failed the WFWF.


A spotlight shines down upon the rafters above the ring where a lone figure stands, face covered by a hood.


?: I have watched from the shadows, watched as you have wrought your unique brand of villainy upon this company. I have watched as you have bent every rule, broken every law, ripped up the rulebook for your own twisted gain. You tell these people that they do not deserve you but I have been watching you Trace, and I can tell you now that it is you who does not deserve them. You have run riot over this company free of consequences for too long. But I am here to change that. I am here to end your reign of villainy as only I can. I am here to cleanse the WFWF of your nightmare. To defeat a villain you need a hero, and I am that hero. Trace Demon, I am here for you…


He pulls off the hood, revealing a very familiar face.


The Future: I am your future!


The lights go back on, The Future nowhere to be seen. Trace stands, confused, not sure what the f*ck just happened. Then he turns around and Frank Lynn’s there! Lynn grabs Trace by the arm and slings him into the ropes. When Trace bounces back, Frank hits an STO, quickly locking his free left arm behind Trace’s back to grasp his right arm and lock on the Dasochoku.


Alecia Matthews: Frank Lynn is on the verge of pulling off the biggest upset of the year!


Daniel Knight: All thanks to that surprise appearance by The Future, who may I add is just as deranged as ever.


Daniel Knight: Say what you want but Lynn is showing tremendous heart here. I don’t know where he is getting the strength but he has that Dasochoku locked in tight.


Trace Demon scrambles to reach the ropes, finally succeeding in dropping a leg over the bottom rope. He looks at the ref waiting for him to break the hold.


Alecia Matthews: I swear the ref is actually laughing at Trace right now. This is a street fight, there are no rope breaks.


Daniel Knight: Refs are supposed to be impartial but not this guy. Trace is getting his comeuppance as the street fight stipulation he enjoys so much could cost him the match!


Trace Demon kicks his legs wildly trying to get any kind of leverage to break the hold but Frank isn’t giving up. He grapevines his legs around Trace’s waist and cranks the hold even tighter. Trace continues to struggle but with less and less power. Slowly the life drains out of him but he refuses to tap, no matter how tight Frank’s grip is Trace Demon will not tap. And then he’s gone, lights fading. The referee ducks in to check on him and realises that there’s no-one home and signals for the bell!


Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, The winner of the match… Frank Lynnnnnn!


Frank Lynn’s music starts playing but it can barely be heard over the roar of the crowd. However that isn’t a positive roar. No, the crowd are… booing? Yes, booing, loudly, almost deafeningly.


Alecia Matthews: Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh My God! Frank Lynn pulls off the upset! Frank Lynn has beaten Trace Demon!


Daniel Knight: Bullsh*t! Frank Lynn didn’t beat anyone! The Future distracted Trace Demon! Even then Trace didn’t tap out! Listen to these fans, they know the truth, Trace Demon didn’t lose, he was cheated!


Alecia Matthews: Say what you want Knight, in the record books it’s going to say Frank Lynn defeated Trace Demon. This is without a doubt the biggest win of his short career.


Frank breaks the hold and rolls away from Trace. Both men obviously spent to the max, nothing left in the tank. Paramedics rush to the ring followed by staffers pushing gurneys. They stop at ring side and watch on with everybody else as Frank Lynn pulls himself to his feet, strides to the center of the ring and lets out a primal scream. As he calms down he realises that nobody is cheering for him, and he looks confused. A furious “f*ck you Frank” chant kicks off among the more vocal Canadian contingent, and that just gets to him even more. He looks at them with almost disdain before slowly and deliberately walking up the ramp and out of sight, Daphne at his side trying to reassure him, trying to make him see just how big a win that was.


Alecia Matthews: Frank Lynn just picked up a huge win but these fans aren’t letting him enjoy it. That’s absolutely disgusting.


Daniel Knight: Shut it Alecia, Frank cheated, plain and simple.


Alecia Matthews: It was a street fight! There’s no cheating in a street fight!


Daniel Knight: That’s true up to the point when you need help to win. That’s cheating Alecia, plain and simple.



Trace slowly rises to his feet, grabbing hold of the ropes to do so. Paramedics swarm him to check in but he pushes them away, threatening to fight them despite his broken state. He pushes past them, ignorant of the crowd chanting his name, and rolls out of the ring, slowly and painfully making his way up the ramp, furious at finding himself on the receiving end of his own medicine.


Backstage, an opportunistic camera grip is on site to catch David Brennan, the International Championship slung over his shoulder, as he arrives to the arena, walking in hand in hand with a young woman some sharp eyed fans may recognize as the same girl who had twice before defied WFWF security measures to confront Brennan head on.


Alecia Matthews: It looks like David Brennan is just in time here tonight to defend his International Championship against Phillip Schneider, and if I'm being honest Daniel? That doesn't look like a man too keen on the idea of retiring just yet.


Daniel Knight: Who cares what he's "keen" on? Sleater has spoken - Brennan can defy the odds and defeat Bishop for the WFWF championship, or he can pack his things and leave!


Passing by the televised feed, Brennan stares daggers directly into the camera, not slowing for a second as he continues along his way down the corridor, disappearing behind a locker room door brandishing his name.


Alecia Matthews: Perhaps tonight will be some indicator of Brennan's mindset as he stares down the road beyond to what could be his final match here in the WFWF.


Daniel Knight: And lord, we can only hope - but we're just moments away from tonight's main event!