WFWF presents "All or Nothing" - Results

*Fireworks. Pyro. All that flashy sh*t.*

Alecia Matthews: Well folks, tonight's the night. We have Frank Lynn fighting for the very revolution itself.

Daniel Knight: Finally we might hear the end of it. The guy's a stuck record.

Alecia Matthews: Not if he wins Daniel. If Frank Lynn can defeat Trace Demon tonight then he gets full control of the next WFWF show!

Daniel Knight: If. It's a pretty big "if".

Alecia Matthews: Before that though we have two men making their returns to the squared circle. Long time illusive mother f*cked Michael Kyzer requested a "tune up" match before he takes his issues with David Brennan any further. I'm not sure he expected this though.

Daniel Knight: Joe Bishop was sidelined by Trace Demon a few months ago, and now he looks to get back to the top of the mountain he'd only just laid claim to.


From the start the crowd is fully behind the returning Joe Bishop. Kyzer looks around the arena with a smug grin before charging a tentative Bishop and hitting a number of hard fore arms that drop Bishop to a knee. Kyzer, once he has Bishop rocked, then goes straight for the previously injured knee. Kyzer throws strikes and a series of grounded submissions, all directed at the knee and it’s as he has a knee bar in the centre of the ring that Bishop rallies and makes it to the ropes. Kyzer charges Bishop again but is dumped outside. Bishop with a catapult cross body. Bishop gingerly limps to his feet before pulling Michael Kyzer up and hitting a dragon screw neck whip on the outside. He rolls back in as the referee continues his 20 count. Kyzer is in on 17 and Bishop looks to build some momentum but Kyzer cuts him off with a side step and a basement dropkick to the knee. Bishop howls in pain and the referee has to check on his condition. Kyzer pushes past the ref and Bishop catches him with a small package.

… 1 …

… 2 …

… kick out!

Both men are back up and begin throwing bombs. Bishop backs Kyzer up and goes for an Irish whip. Kyzer reverses and Bishop runs the ropes. Kyzer ducks low and Bishop tries to roll over his back, but on landing jams his knee and loses his footing. Kyzer doesn’t waste this opportunity and grabs Bishop’s foot, twists it forcing Bishop down to his back and then drags him to centre ring before locking in “Indulgent Behaviour” (Standing Achilles Tendon Hold). Bishop writhes in pain and very quickly we see that he knows aggravating his newly recovered injury is going to put him back on the shelf, perhaps long term. Bishop fights toward the ropes but as Kyzer drags him right back again he has to give in to common sense. Bishop taps.

Christa Adina: Here is your winner Michael Kyzeeeeer!

Alecia Matthews: I hope Bishop's okay. The torque on that hold was nasty.

Daniel Knight: I however, am indifferent.

Alecia Matthews: That's some solid colour commentary Daniel.

Daniel Knight: Eat it.

Alecia Matthews: Ladies and gentlemen, the next match is our main event of the evening. The stakes are as high as for any non-title match in the history of the WFWF.

Daniel Knight: That’s right, Alecia. It’s put up or shut up time for Frank Lynn and the revolution. Standing in his way tonight, the one man who can stop the revolution once and for all, is none other than Trace Demon.

Alecia Matthews: It’s gonna’ be intense!

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!

Frank walks over to Christa, holding out his hand and asking to borrow her mic. Christa shrugs and hands it to him

Frank Lynn: Before we get this party started, I wanted to thank you, the fans, for all the support you’ve given me, Joe Bishop, and the revolution. The revolution wouldn’t exist without you. The revolution wouldn’t be on the verge of a major victory without you. YOU ARE THE REVOLUTION! TONIGHT IS OUR NIGHT! I will beat Trace Demon and together we will put the wrestling back into the WFWF!

Daniel Knight: The crowd is responding to Frank with an approving roar, although it is debatable whether those cheering are supporters of the revolution or just hate Trace Demon so much they would cheer anybody who stands against him.

Alecia Matthews: Can’t it be both? And speaking of Trace Demon, here he comes!

The cheers quickly turn to boos as the opening chords of “Seizure of Power” hits the speakers and 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 deafening boos of the fans. He seems to be in his own little world as he makes his way down the ramp, his trademark baseball bat dragging along the ramp making a nails on chalkboard sound, Trace 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 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 with his bat and smirking as they return the abuse, and then leaps back down, settling in the centre of the ring.

Christa Adina: Now entering the ring from Hamilton, Ontario, Canada… standing 6’ 3" tall and weighing in at 230 lbs… he is the King of Demons… Trace Demooonnn!

Alecia Matthews: Again with the bat? Even if he is “working” with Lila, how can she let him get away with this?

Daniel Knight: I like my job so I decline to answer that question.

The referee approaches Trace, attempting to take the bat away from him and check him for any other foreign objects but Trace pushes him away and walks towards Frank Lynn. Trace extends his arm and holds the bat out, pushing the end of the bat into Frank’s forehead and forcing Frank to step back until he is in the corner with nowhere to go. Trace gently drags the bat down the bridge of Frank’s nose, mouth and chin stopping to hold the bat an inch or so away from Frank’s adams apple.

The arena goes silent. The tension builds as everyone wonders will Trace end the match before it even starts with a single blow of the bat. The referee tries to step in again but quickly backs off when Trace gives him one of his patented “try it and die” looks.

Alecia Matthews: It looks like the King of Demons is going to push Frank’s buttons right from the very start of the match.

Daniel Knight: Trace is out to make Frank regret ever uttering the word “revolution”. He is the master of mind games after all.

Frank Lynn stares at Trace, his arms draped over the top ropes in a relaxed pose, unblinking and unfazed by the Demon’s show of bravado. Fans in the front rows are lucky enough to hear a brief exchange of words.

Frank Lynn: You don’t want to do this Trace. Not this way.

Trace demon: You don’t know me very well.

Frank Lynn: Oh but I do. I know that somewhere behind that assh*le exterior is a real wrestler who wants to beat me in a real wrestling match. Be a man and beat me like a man, not some coward who hides behind a baseball bat.

Trace Demon: I should smash your head like a melon right now and end this ridiculous charade.

Frank Lynn: You could do that… and you will lose by DQ. The revolution wins. If you really want to end the revolution you will have to beat me fair and square. I’m begging you. Be a man.

Trace Demon: Have it your way. Since you’re in a begging mood, I’m going to enjoy tearing you limb from limb and making you beg me to stop. But I won’t. I’m going to end you and your f***ing revolution.

Trace takes a step back from Frank and tosses the bat to the ref. The ref turns his back, walking to the ramp side of the ring to pass the bat to a staffer with orders to take it backstage.

Alecia Matthews: Disaster avoided by Frank.

Daniel Knight: You think so? Trace has something different in mind!

While the ref has his back turned, Trace quickly steps in and kicks Frank in the crotch! Frank falls to his knees clutching his junk in obvious pain. Trace smirks as only he can and walks to a neutral corner while the crowd boos him yet again.

Daphne screams for the ref to do something but in typical WFWF fashion, he can’t punish Trace for something he didn’t see him do. The ref checks on Frank who slowly stands up and says he is okay, just ring the damn bell.

Christa Adina: Ladies and gentleman, this is a special stipulation match. If Frank Lynn wins, he gets to be GM for a day. If Trace Demon wins, Frank Lynn has to give up on the revolution.

The referee signals for the bell.

DING DING DING

Daniel Knight: Finally, here we go. It’s all or nothing for Frank Lynn right here at All or Nothing!

Alecia Matthews: He’s fired up and focused. Frank is ready to put his money where his mouth is with the fate of the revolution and the entire WFWF in the balance.

Trace quickly charges at Frank looking like he is going for a high knee strike, much the same way he started their previous two matches. Frank is ready and sidesteps. Trace was bluffing, instead going for a spinning heel kick targeted right at where Trace correctly guessed Frank’s face would be. Frank just barely ducks under Trace’s foot, then sweeps his own foot around trying to trip Trace as he lands. Trace jumps over Frank’s sweep attempt and follows up with a punch.

Frank counters with an arm drag into an arm bar. Trace twists his legs around and wraps them around Frank’s head. Frank calmly puts his hands on the mat and pushes up, freeing his head from Traces legs and bouncing to his feet.

Trace starts to get up but Frank hits him with a low drop kick to the head. Frank is the first to his feet and before Trace can get up, he starts to stomp on his head, arms, and legs in a classic Garvin Stomp. Trace covers up and takes the kicks, waiting until he can grab Frank’s ankle. Trace takes Frank down with a dragon screw leg whip, keeping hold and transitioning into an ankle lock.

Frank rolls onto his back and attempts to kick Trace off of him. Trace takes a step or two back but does not release his hold on Frank’s ankle, twisting it even more viciously. Realizing Trace has a death grip on his ankle, Frank rolls over until he is close enough to grab the bottom rope. The ref steps in telling Trace to break the hold. Of course he doesn’t so the ref starts a count, almost getting to five before Trace finally releases Frank.

Daniel Knight: What a display of technical wrestling. Love him or hate him, there’s no denying Trace Demon CAN wrestle.

Alecia Matthews: When he wants to. This is the kind of match Frank wanted but how long will that last? How long before Trace Demon shows his true colors?

Frank quickly gets to his feet and shakes out his ankle. Trace wastes no time going back on the offensive, grabbing Frank and whipping him into the ropes. Frank bounces off the ropes and comes towards Trace only to be hit with a back elbow to the jaw. Trace gets behind Frank and wraps his arms around his waist, lifting him up and over for a belly to back suplex.

Trace maintains his hold, twisting Frank around so that he is face down on the mat with Trace on top of him, raining down brutal elbow strikes to the back of Frank’s head. Frank spins his body around and wraps an arm around Trace’s neck while getting a figure four body lock with his legs.

The guillotine choke is locked on tight. Trace struggles to free himself, somehow getting to his feet and then slamming Frank back down into the mat but Frank keeps holding on. Trace tries to roll the two of them towards the ropes but Frank resists and manages to roll them back into the center of the ring.

The ref steps in close to check on Trace, lifting an arm to see how much he has left. Trace responds as only he can… by flipping the bird. The referee steps back, disgust showing on his face. He doesn’t check Trace again, content to let the bastard be choked out if that’s what Frank wants to do.

Alecia Matthews: And there is the Trace Demon we’ve all come to expect.

Daniel Knight: The man oozes disrespect and no one is immune to it.

Alecia Matthews: He is the polar opposite of Frank Lynn. That makes him the perfect opponent for this match and goes a long way to explain why Lila chose to work with him.

Trace continues his defiant attitude, taking a shortcut by jabbing his thumbs into Frank’s eyes. Frank quickly release the hold and rolls away from Trace trying to create as much space as he can while he is blinded.

Trace sees that Frank has made a mistake, rolling a little too far so that his head and shoulders are under the bottom rope. He moves in, grabbing Frank’s legs and falling backwards, whipping Frank’s throat into the bottom rope.

Trace steps back to admire his handiwork and gloat for the crowd. Frank, blinded and choking, stumbles to his feet and backs into a corner of the ring. Trace gets a running start and charges in for a Busaiku Knee Lift. Just as he leaps into the air for the strike, Daphne yells out “Duck now Frank!” Frank does indeed duck the blow and Trace’s knee crashes into the top turnbuckle. Trace falls to the ring grabbing his knee and grimacing.

Alecia Matthews: Whether it was in response to Daphne’s instruction or pure instinct, Frank avoided the blow and Trace is paying the price.

Daniel Knight: It makes you wonder why more wrestlers don’t have a manager.

While Trace tries to stand, Daphne drags Frank out of the ring and pours water into Frank’s eyes so that he can see again. Frank grabs the water bottle from Daphne and pours the remaining water over his head, then looks at Trace in the ring with a renewed intensity. Trace may be limping a little but he isn’t letting that stop him as he runs the ropes, then leaps out of the ring attempting a suicide dive. Frank sees the move coming and because Trace is slowed somewhat by the limp he has time to gently pushes Daphne out of the way.

Trace flies through the air like a missile but Frank greets him with a vicious forearm uppercut. A stunned Trace Demon falls to one knee against the ring apron. Frank picks him up over his shoulder, then drops him stomach first onto the security barrier. Frank jumps onto the ring apron and takes a quick glance back at Trace to see that he is still slumped over the security barrier. Frank grabs the top rope, jumps up, and bounces off the second rope spinning in mid air to hit Trace with a leg drop to the back of his neck.

Daniel Knight: These two are close to losing control. Neither has even noticed that the referee is counting them out.

Alecia Matthews: So much animosity between them. I think the one who can see beyond their opponent and stay objective is going to win.

Daniel Knight: Trace has the experience… Frank has a manager… there is no way this ends in a double count out.

Daphne tries to get Frank’s attention, pointing to the ref and shouting that he is counting them both out. Frank takes notice, picking up Trace and rolling him into the ring, then sliding in himself and breaking the ref’s count.

Trace attempts to get to his feet but his knee gives out. Frank stalks Trace cautiously, perhaps afraid of Trace playing possum. He finally moves in, trying to lift Trace to his feet but Trace grabs Frank’s head and drops down for a jawbreaker. Frank stumbles back into the ropes. Traces follows in hitting Frank with chops that raise nasty red welts on his chest.

Trace maneuvers Frank into the corner and keeps up his assault, mixing chops, punches, and forearm blows. Trace is rocking Frank, his head bouncing back and forth with each blow. Frank throws up a feeble defense, his arms covering up his head and protecting him from the worst of the blows. Trace tries to kick Frank in the midsection. He winces in pain as it hurts him as much as it did Frank.

Daniel Knight: That leg is really bothering Trace. It could be the opening that Frank needs to pull off the upset.

Alecia Matthews: Upset? Did you forget the last time when Frank put Trace to sleep? No matter who wins tonight, it won’t be an upset!

Frank takes advantage of the moment, grabbing Trace’s leg and spinning around slamming Trace into the corner. Frank hits Trace with a barrage of his own, forearms to the head mixed with knees to the stomach. Trace fights back and the two men exchange blows as the crowd screams “Yes!” for Frank and “No!” for Trace.

Trace grabs Frank’s head, pulls it in close, and bites him! An enraged Frank responds with a head butt. Now the two men each have both hands wrapped around the others head and they spin around and around, moving along the ropes from one corner to the next.

The fight becomes almost animalistic as both men throw hands and feet wildly and with bad intentions. The referee tries to step between them, screaming “no closed fists” and “break it up” to no avail. Trace and Frank are beyond reason and continue to attack each with the ferocity of two rabid dogs.

Daniel Knight: I can’t believe how hard these two are going at each other. Instead of a winner and loser we may get a survivor and a… well, not survivor.

Alecia Matthes: Frank is fighting for something he believes is greater than himself while Trace is Trace. His ego won’t allow him to go down without a fight… a long hard you have to kill me to beat me fight.

Daniel Knight: I also can’t believe how brave, or is it stupid, this referee is? Not many people would try to get between Frank Lynn and Trace Demon.

The referee makes one last attempt to break them apart, stepping directly between them. That’s when Trace throws a haymaker and Frank counter with a knee strike. Both blows land squarely… ON THE REFEREE! Trace’s fist connects with the ref’s jaw at the exact same instant Frank’s knee impacts his stomach. The referee folds up like a cheap accordion and falls to the mat.

Daniel Knight: The ref is down! That is not good.

Alecia Matthews: No, it is not. This match just entered the Demon zone where anything goes and there is no one to stop it.

Daniel knight: Frank Lynn better be ready to go through hell if he wants to win now.

Both wrestlers stop their assault and look at the ref as he lies there clearly unconscious. Frank drops to a knee to check the referee. Trace doesn’t.

Despite Daphne screaming a warning to Frank, Trace winds up and hits Frank in the back of the head with a superkick. Frank falls onto the referee, barely conscious.

Trace surveys the scene, then turns towards the entrance stage. He motions with his arm, signaling someone to come out.

Alecia Matthews: Oh sh*t. What does Trace have in mind?

A moment or two later, Tyler Draven appears, running towards the ring. Daphne, as well as everyone else, sees that Tyler is carrying the black baseball bat that Trace voluntarily gave up before the match. Daphne slides into the ring and tries to bring Frank back to his senses.

Tyler stops at ringside and looks up at an impatient Trace, yelling at him to get his ass in the ring. Tyler slowly walks up the ring steps and enters the ring, the baseball bat held at his side. Again, Trace gestures impatiently holding his hand out and beckoning for the bat.

Daniel Knight: The bat is back. Run Frank, run.

Alecia Matthews: I’m not sure, but I believe that is Tyler Draven. I think he is Trace’s student or something like that, although for now that’s the same thing as stooge.

Tyler holds the bat up in front of him, his head on swivel as he looks first at Trace, then Frank Lynn now sitting on the mat in Daphne’s arms shaking the cobwebs off, then at the referee still laying unconscious on the mat, then back to Trace still waiting impatiently for his baseball bat.

The crowd is as loud as they have been all night, no one knowing what will happen so each making their own suggestion creating a roar that drowns out whatever words are spoken in the ring.

Trace says something to Tyler and gestures yet again for the bat. Tyler stands motionless, the bat hanging in the air between him and Trace ominously. Daphne is yelling something at Tyler. Anyone who can read lips would make it out: “Don’t you dare give him that f***ing bat!”

Trace turns to Daphne and yells something at her. He turns back to Tyler to find that the youngster has it raised over his head in a ready to swing position. Again Trace yells at Tyler and gestures for the bat.

Daniel Knight: Is he a stooge? He doesn’t seem one on the same page as Trace Demon.

Alecia Matthews: Yet again, the King of Demons is involved in something that I have no idea what the actual f*** is going on. Why can’t we have an easy to call, by the books match… just once?

Unnoticed by Trace, Frank is now standing up and Daphne has backed away. Frank starts to move towards Trace. Tyler’s shoulders slump as he lowers the bat, then almost reluctantly hands it to Trace. Daphne screams, this time so loud it can be heard clearly over the roar of the crowd, “You little bastard!”

Trace takes the bat and quickly turns around ready to beat the hell out of Frank Lynn. Frank takes a step back, then spreads his arms out to his side.

Alecia Matthews: That’s an an eerie reminder of how Schneider hung Frank from the rafters. Is he ready to fall on his own sword rather than fight back?

Daniel Knight: Frank’s beliefs are quite strong. Maybe he does believe it would be better to lose with honor.

Alecia Matthews: There’s losing with honor and there’s taking beating for no reason. Trace will kill Frank and throw a party afterwards to celebrate.

Trace smiles and swings at Frank’s head. Frank ducks, takes a step back, and spreads his arms again. Trace moves forward and starts another swing but stops short as he sees Daphne reach under her coat, pull out a matching black bat to his own, and toss it to Frank, who catches it in his right hand.

Trace laughs… a long and maniacal laugh of a b-movie villain. Then he screams ta Frank Lynn. “I WIN!”

Daniel Knight: Holy sh*t! Frank brought a bat to the ring! What the hell happened to his revolutionary idealism?

Alecia Matthews: He learned his lesson. You don’t bring a knife to a gunfight. You bring a damn gun. He’s on equal ground with Trace.

Daniel Knight: Trace is loving this. That Frank felt the need to bring a bat to this match is a major blow to the revolution.

Trace swings for the fences but Frank blocks the blow, the crack of the bats temporarily silencing the shocked crowd. Trace keeps swinging at Frank, who blocks each blow while trying to maintain a safe distance.

Tyler and Daphne watch from opposite sides of the ring. Tyler is mesmerized by what is happening in the ring. Daphne is not. She grabs a chair from the timekeeper’s area, circles around behind Tyler, and taps him on the shoulder. Tyler turns to see Daphne, then falls to the floor thanks to a chair shot to the head. Daphne spits on him for good measure.

Several referees run towards the ring, presumably to step in for the still unconscious referee in the ring. They stop outside of the ring to restrain Daphne and check on Tyler, all thoughts of getting between Trace Demon and Frank Lynn forgotten in the chaos.

Daniel Knight: Holy crap! Did you see that? Daphne pulled a Trace on the stooge!

Alecia Matthews: I hate to say it, but the revolution is sinking fast. Even if they win, they had to sink to Trace’s level to get it done.

Daniel Knight: That’s something for Frank and Daphne to address after the match, if they survive. And if Frank wins it will have to be without any more help from Daphne. She and Tyler are being taken backstage leaving just Frank and Trace to fight alone.

Trace and Frank continue their deadly dance in the ring, Trace being the aggressor while Frank plays defensively, trying to not get hurt and disarm Trace. Each time their bats meet, the loud crack is followed by an “ooh” or “ahh” from the crowd. Then, Trace makes an overhead swing that connects with louder than usual crack. The blow was so hard that it left Frank holding half a splintered bat in each hand. Aluminum beats wood!

Frank looks worried as Trace smirks and swings again, connecting with Frank’s ribs. Frank doubles over and Trace winds up to hit him in the head. Trace never gets to swing as Frank stabs out with one half of his broken bat, the sharpened splintered end slashing him across the chest. Trace looks down in shock as the blood starts to drip down his chest from a six inch gash.

Daniel Knight: First blood to Frank Lynn! That is a nasty looking cut on Trace’s chest.

Alecia Matthews: Frank must be thinking “in for a penny in for a pound” because he just took this fight to the extreme.

Daniel knight: So much for his high moral stance, eh?

Alecia Matthews: I’ll cut Frank some slack because when in Rome, Daniel… when in Rome. He’s doing what he has to to survive.

Frank grabs Trace’s bat and throws it along with the two halves of his own bat out of the ring halfway up the ramp. Trace gets over his shock and kicks Frank in he stomach, doubling him over, then rocks him with a knee to the face. He throws a few chops to Frank’s chest backing him into the ropes. Then he runs the ropes, coming at Frank looking to clothesline them both over the top rope. Frank ducks and lifts Trace up with a back body drop that sends him over the ropes and onto the apron.

Frank grabs Trace and tries to suplex him back into the ring. Trace blocks by wrapping a leg around the ropes, then tries to suplex Frank out of the ring. Frank blocks it. The two exchange blows trying to gain the upper hand. Frank lands a heavy right and then tries another suplex. Trace blocks, then lifts Frank up into the air. Frank can’t block Trace this time and finds himself being held upside down by Trace on the ring apron. Trace takes one step to his left, dropping down to the floor while driving Frank’s head into the ring apron with a brutal brain buster!

HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T!

Daniel Knight: WOW! What a devastating brain buster by Trace, right on the hardest part of the ring.

Alecia Matthews: The match is taking a toll on both wrestlers. This is where we see who wants it more and who wants to go home to a nice bubble bath.

Daniel Knight: I don’t think either of these men takes bubble baths.

Trace grabs Frank by what little hair he has on his head and slings him into the ring post, then slams his head into the ring steps. Trace runs his hands over his bleeding chest and holds it up for Frank to see.

Trace Demon: You want blood Franky? Is that what you want?

Trace continues to slam Frank’s head into the ring steps until his words ring true, the almost healed cut on Frank’s forehead opening up. Frank’s blood flows fast and his face is soon covered in crimson.

Trace props Frank up against the ring steps and lines up for a super kick, connecting with everything he had. Frank’s body slowly slides down the ring steps until his ass hits the floor. He looks up at Trace, coughs several times, and then spits blood into Trace’s face.

A furious Trace Demon kicks out at Frank, but he ducks and all Trace hits is the ring steps. It was the same leg he hurt earlier in the match. Trace’s scream lets everyone know that it still hurts, now more than ever.

Alecia Matthews: I think Frank Lynn just played a little mind game on Trace, baiting him into that reckless kick and aggravating his injured leg.

Daniel Knight: But does Frank have anything left in the tank? How long can he go on willpower alone?

Frank doesn’t try to attack Trace. He is still very dazed and confused, but has enough of his wits to crawl back into the ring while Trace leans against the security barrier massaging his leg. Frank goes over to the prone ref and tries to wake him. Trace sees his best chance to hurting Frank fading and hops his way to the nearest chair, which he picks up and throws into the ring. Then he limps to the ring and slides in, grabbing the chair and preparing to attack Frank Lynn again.

The chair comes crashing down on Frank’s back, which forces Frank’s body down onto the referee. Ironically, that jolt was enough to get a reaction from the ref. His eyes open and his head rolls from side to side as he tries to figure out what is going on.

Daniel Knight: The ref is awake again. Maybe we can get some order restored to this match.

Alecia Matthews: You can’t possibly be that naive. This stopped being a match a while ago. It is a war now.

Trace prepares to hit Frank with the chair again but Frank kicks Trace in his bad knee. Trace drops the chair and grabs his knee as he falls backwards, only staying upright with the help of the ropes. Frank grabs the chair, looks at it, then at Trace, then at the ref. The ref reaches up towards the chair and mouths the word “no”. Frank growls, then slides the chair under the bottom rope and out of the ring.

Alecia Matthews: Frank doing the right thing by getting rid of the chair.

Daniel Knight: Good for him. The revolution isn’t dead yet. Yay.

Frank goes to Trace, kicking him in the bad leg repeatedly. Then he grabs Trace’s head, spins him around, and drops him with a backstabber. Frank jumps onto the top turnbuckle and flies off for a five star frog splash! He checks that the ref is paying attention and goes for the cover.

1…

2…

Trace Demon kicks out!

Daniel Knight: Unbelievably, that was the first pin attempt of the match. They’ve been too busy trying to kill each other to go for the win until now.

Alecia Matthews: Still, Trace kicked out of Frank’s finisher pretty easily. This is far from over.

Frank looks at Trace with a mix surprise and respect. He pounds the mat with his fist. Lynn goes back on the offensive, setting Trace up for the Canadian Destroyer. Trace counters with a low blow, then gets double under hooks on Frank and hits the DEMONSTRATION OF HELL! He immediately covers Frank for the pin.

The ref slowly crawls halfway across the ring to make the count.

1…

2…

Frank Lynn kicks out!

Trace’s frustration takes the form of a verbal assault on the referee. He grabs the referee by the hair and slaps him, telling the ref to do his f***ing job!

Daniel Knight: Trace should have won the match right there. It took the ref way too long to get over for the count.

Alecia Matthews: There’s nothing he can do about it now. The ref is only slow because Trace knocked him out earlier.

Daniel knight: With help from Frank Lynn. Don’t forget that.

Frank grabs Trace, putting him in a side headlock while yelling “Hey assh*le, I’m the one you should be worried about!” Frank takes a few running steps and slams Trace’s face into the mat with a bulldog. Then he lifts Trace into a standing position making sure the ref is close by, runs to the ropes, springboards off the middle rope, and hits Trace with a flying reverse DDT. He goes for another cover.

1…

2…

Trace kicks out!

Frank vents his growing frustration with a yell of “God f***ing damn it!” Trace, though prone on the mat in pain, laughs.

Daniel knight: Trace Demon is able to kick out of another spectacular move by Frank Lynn.

Alecia Matthews: Frank is face to face with his most frustrating opponent here, a man who simply won’t give up. He has to keep his cool, continue the punishment, and beat the fight out of Trace.

Daniel knight: The same can be said for Trace as Frank has no give up in his DNA either.

Frank approaches Trace again, coming at him from behind with a forearm strike to the head. Then he locks his arms into position around Trace’s neck and starts to crank on his favorite submission - the DASOCHOKU!

A slight look of panic crosses Trace’s face. He’s been here before and it didn’t end well. He can’t let Frank lock his legs around him and take the hold to the ground. Trace fights with everything he has, dragging Frank on his back towards a corner of the ring. Trace forces his hurt knee to work, stepping up the turnbuckles and flipping over, breaking the hold by driving Frank into the mat with a sliced bread type move.

Daniel Knight: What a counter by Demon! Not many men can get out of the DASOCHOKU once Frank has it locked in.

Alecia Matthews: I’ll give credit where credit is due. Trace did not let Lynn grapevine the legs and take it to the mat. That allowed him to escape the hold rather than take a nap.

Trace checks Frank’s position in the ring, nods to himself, climbs to the top turnbuckle. and leaps off hitting diving elbow drop right to Frank Lynn’s heart. He grabs a leg and covers Frank.

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Lynn kicks out!

Alecia Matthews: Close call but Frank kicks out!

Daniel Knight: What a match. Can you believe how loud this place is? The fans are going nuts!

Alecia Matthews: This is a WFWF main event match that is delivering! Everything on the line and no quarter given by either wrestler!

The King of Demons picks up Frank and whips him into the corner, following quickly behind with a high knee strike. Trace lifts Frank up onto the top turnbuckle, then climbs up as well and starts to punch Frank’s forehead causing a fresh flow of blood from his cut. Frank responds by head butting Trace. Frank reverses their position on the top and sets up for a superplex.

Frank tries to get Trace up and over but Trace grabs the top rope and blocks him. They exchange furious blows but Frank almost loses his balance. Trace seizes the opportunity to grab Frank’s head and pulling them face to face. He smirks and lets loose with a spray of red mist.

Alecia Matthews: THE JUDGMENT! Trace had one more trick up his sleeve and it may be the one that takes Frank Lynn down!

Daniel Knight: Trace pulling out THE JUDGMENT. Is that a sign of his craftiness or his desperation?

Frank is blinded and stunned. Trace leaps over Frank for a sunset flip powerbomb. Frank Lynn counters, grabbing Trace’s legs as they pass over his shoulders and then jumping off the second rope and dropping Trace to the mat with a super Dudebuster!

Daniel Knight: What a counter! The dudebuster just planted Trace into the mat, possibly six feet under the mat!

Alecia Matthews: Frank Lynn loves to pull out special moves to finish his matches. If he can get the pin out of this it is another one for the highlight reel!

Both men fall to the mat, Frank flopping on top of Trace for a cover.

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DING DING DING!

Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match… The Lethal Weapon Frank Lyyynnnnnn!

The crowd roars for Frank Lynn’s victory, then starts chanting.

WE WANT WRESTLING!
WE WANT WRESTLING!
WE WANT WRESTLING!

Frank rolls off of Trace, wipes some of the blood off his face, makes his way to a corner of the ring and climbs to the top rope smacking his chest right over his heart with his fist and then pointing to the crowd.

Alecia Matthews: Amazing! Frank Lynn said this would the revolution’s night and he was right!

Daniel Knight: Great job by Frank surviving Trace’s bull and coming out on top.

Alecia Matthews: I can’t wait for the next show. What does the leader of the revolution have in mind when he is the man in charge?

Trace Demon is halfway up the ramp when he sees a familiar face appear from backstage and make his way down the ramp past him, a sh*t-eating grin on his face, and a slight limp after his earlier match. Apparently Trace has had enough for the night as he lets the man pass him by with only a nasty stare.

Joe Bishop is in the house!

The founder and spiritual leader of the revolution makes his way into the ring joined moments later by Daphne. The two of them stand on either side of Frank Lynn, holding his arms up in the victory pose.

It’s a new day for the WFWF!