Post by King Richius on Jun 26, 2017 17:20:14 GMT -5
Prologue
Montreal : June 14, 2017 : Foundation
Christa Adina’s voice echoes throughout the arena as she makes a surprising announcement.
Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match… Frank Lynnnnnnnn!
My music, “Anthem of the Space”, starts playing but can barely be heard over the boos of the rabid Canadian audience that can’t believe what they just witnessed.
I try to put what I’m feeling into coherent thoughts.
I did it.
Nope, that doesn’t do it justice.
I f*cking did it!
Closer but still not quite there.
I BEAT MOTHER F*CKING TRACE KISS MY ASS YOU PIECE OF SH*T DEMON!
IN A GOD DAMN STREET FIGHT!
Whose house is it now, b*tch?!?!
Yeah, that’s the ticket.
Score one for the revolution.
I try to express this sentiment for the shocked crowd but what comes out is nothing more than a primal roar, the sound of a young lion staking his claim as a future king of the jungle.
This is my breakthrough moment. I should be celebrating like its 1999, not that I know what is so special about 1999 but apparently they knew how to party back then.
I want to plant a huge sloppy wet kiss on Christa’s luscious red lips, the lips that confirmed I am not dreaming, that this is really happening.
Too bad every part of my body from the hairs on top of my head to the soles of my feet hurts, including my lips which saves Christa from any unwanted amorous advances.
It took all the strength I had left to just stand but there is no way in hell I’m not going to stand tall and leave this ring under my own power. I won’t give Trace or these moronic Montreal fans with their “F*ck You Frank!” chants the satisfaction of seeing the toll this match took on me. I won’t show any weakness to ruin the moment.
Let the lasting image be a strong Frank Lynn standing triumphant over a bitter enemy of the revolution.
The roar of the crowd’s displeasure caught me by surprise but it really doesn’t phase me. In fact it gives me an adrenaline rush. I’ve been on the receiving end of boos from a homer crowd before. A few years back in the Guerrilla Fighting League I had a match in Brazil versus a highly touted Brazilian fighter. Compared to the boos I got that night after knocking out their hometown hero sixty seconds into the first round, this is nothing.
I drink it in and secretly hope they can collect enough salty Canucklehead tears to fill a bucket that they can dump on Trace’s face to wake him up. I want him to remember this, every single excruciating detail.
Frank Lynn isn’t the joke who got handcuffed to a fan. Frank Lynn is the man who choked out Trace f’n Demon!
As I make my way ever so gingerly out of the ring and up the ramp, I quickly realize this may not be the greatest idea I’ve ever had. Each step sends new waves of pain up my legs and back to diffuse throughout my body. My pride is the only thing that keeps me going. I won and by God I’m going to walk out of here looking like a winner!
Daphne can see my struggles but to her credit, she offers no help, content to walk at my side ready to catch me should I fall.
After a long walk up the ramp that is simultaneously wonderful and agonizing, I finally make my way backstage to the gorilla position.
Son of a b*tch! This is more like it!
Lila Sleater is leading the WFWF staff in a standing ovation, smiling from ear to ear like the cat that swallowed a deep fried canary smothered in barbecue sauce and blue cheese dressing. Can’t blame her. One of her “punishments” actually worked out. I’m sure she wants to take some credit for what just happened which under different circumstances might set me off on a tirade, but for now the best I can manage is a half smile/half smirk as I think:
Happy now? I played good cop to your lazy cop. I did your dirty work but I didn’t do it for you. I did it for me, the revolution, and the fans.
I acknowledge the ovation and keep moving because if I stop, then I’m not getting started again. Once the eyes of the world are no longer on me, I give up my brave front. The moment has passed and its time to get real.
And by real I mean time to lean on Daphne for help.
And by lean I mean damn near fall into her arms so she can practically carry me back to our locker room.
Along the way, I see Joe Bishop standing by a monitor, obviously having just watched the match with great interest. I have my doubts that he approved of the method as we both would like to see an end to the ultra-violence in the WFWF but he had to approve of the results. Our revolution now has two singles victories over the vile King of the Sh*t Show. Joe says nothing, just gives me an approving nod and a thumbs up before walking away.
Daphne finally gets me to the locker room where I collapse onto a chair, sending another wave of pain throughout my bruised and bloodied body.
Holy sh*t Tiger! That was f*cking awesome! Screw those assh*le fans! You… Are… The… Man!
All my remaining enthusiasm and strength is gone. I barely manage to squeak out a reply.
Thanks. Can we go to the hospital now?
WFWF Confluence RP
Of Cabbages and Kings
featuring Frank Lynn
Boston : June 15, 2017
Hey little miss Anna Ahriman!
I may have a flip phone but its not as bad as you make it sound. For one thing, I will never butt dial an ex-girlfriend. For another thing, I can rest easy knowing my flip phone isn’t going to burst into flames while I’m trying to order a pizza.
So what if I don’t have a smartphone? I do have a laptop and wi-fi which I’m going to put to use right now to answer every stupid untruth you told about me in that drivel you call a blog.
But first a shout out to Joe Bishop, my fellow revolutionary AND my opponent at Confluence. Don’t think for a nanosecond that because I choose to respond to Anna and talk about our match at Pacific Rim that I’ve forgotten about you and our match at Confluence. Trust me, I have quite a lot to say about our match but I feel the need to do a little house cleaning first.
I know you follow all things WFWF which means you read little miss Anna’s blog too. I think you’d agree that she is spreading her own twisted gospel and it is full of sh*t about me and by proxy, you as well. Sit back and enjoy as I set the record straight before our match.
The most important thing I have to say to the Ahriman heiress is that you shouldn’t be antagonizing me. You should be thanking me.
Why?
Because I am the perfect opponent for you. I am one of the few wrestlers you could have a high profile match against that doesn’t see a target on your back because of who your father is.
I don’t have a personal vendetta against Samael Ahriman. No matter what I might say in the heat of the moment, I don’t really care about Samael Ahriman.
Honestly, I kinda’ like him even if he is a slightly insane Satanist who never learned to take care of his toys. Sometimes sharing is NOT caring and Sammy paid the price more often than not for sharing his sword with his opponents. He’s a great example of woulda’, coulda’, shoulda’.
But to my point, at Pacific Rim all I care about is you. I won’t be seeing Samael Ahriman’s daughter. I will see a young rookie named Anna who wants to use me as a stepping stone.
Ain’t gonna’ happen.
Fortunately for you, my focus won’t be to mutilate you as a final f*ck you to your daddy. My focus will be to outwrestle you, then pin you or make you tap. You will lose but you will also get to walk away to fight another day.
That’s how the revolution works. Pure athletic combat and may the better man win.
Emphasis on man because I am not going to lose to a little girl who thinks a royal bloodline, a foul mouth, and less than a half dozen matches suddenly makes her a serious contender to every major title in the WFWF.
I have wins, questionable or not, over Dex, Scarlett Quinn, Ante Whitner, and Trace Demon… all former or current champions, one in the Hall of Fame. And I’m man enough to admit I got a little nervous when I saw Joe Bishop’s name opposite mine on the Confluence card.
Who have you beaten? Some newbies who may or not be remembered in six months. What have you done that warrants so much confidence? Not a damn thing.
You’re losing it and heading straight down the road to some woulda’, coulda’, shoulda’ territory of your own.
You said some seriously deluded sh*t in your insipid rant, capped off by a rerun of your biggest misconception about what kind of man Frank Lynn is.
Lackey?
Can we please put that sh*t to rest? I didn’t need any help to beat Ante Whitner and that other guy at Ultimate Supremacy. I didn’t need any help to beat Trace Demon at Foundation.
Joe Bishop was no where to be seen during my matches, except when he was my tag partner. Daphne has been at my side but she has never laid a hand on any of my opponents during a match. It was all me inside that ring standing on my own.
ON MY OWN!
Trace and I went toe to toe for twenty minutes using every weapon at our disposal in a brutal and bloody battle that I won.
But there has to be a catch, right?
You’re surely gonna’ point out that I did get some help. Just like when I pinned Scarlett Quinn.
WRONG!
I’m not going to let anyone cheapen this win. I have nothing to apologize for. The Future made his brief appearance which in a normal match would piss me off, both personally and as an affront to the ideals of the revolution. In a street fight he was just another foreign object, a glorified talking chair.
I didn’t ask for nor did I need any help. I was the one in that ring giving Trace Demon far more of a fight than he ever expected. The Future’s appearance in no way affected the outcome of the match. Trace couldn’t keep me down. I would have won no matter what. Foundation was my night and Trace Demon was my victim.
Need I remind you that you didn’t fare so well against Trace? As I recall, you got your pretty little ass handed to you and pinned in the illustrious missionary position.
I won’t ask if Trace had a little wood when he pinned you. I really really don’t want to know.
Let me do some simple math for you.
Frank Lynn beats Trace Demon plus Trace Demon beats Anna Ahriman equals Frank Lynn beats Anna Ahriman.
Why don’t you blog about that?
I’ll wrap this up with a piece of advice from the former rookie to the current rookie making many of the same mistakes I did.
Shut your mouth.
Stop trying to talk the talk until after you show that you can walk the walk.
Your whiny teenage bullsh*t is making more enemies than friends.
I don’t consider this thing between us to be personal… yet. Keep yapping like one of those annoying dogs that even more annoying dilettantes like Paris Hilton carry in their purse and it will become personal. My cat eats annoying yapping dogs for lunch. I’ll do the same to you.
You have enough problems facing me when I all I want to do is win a clean match to keep the revolution moving forward.
Don’t piss me off.
Trace Demon pissed me off.
Look what it got him.
Boston : June 16, 2017
Daphne understood that I couldn’t let any weakness show after the big win over Trace. She was incredible handling my business for me. She got the medics at the show to patch up the worst cuts and give me some pain pills, then snuck me out of the arena, got me on a red eye flight back home, and checked me into Mass General in the wee hours of the morning under a false name, just “another drunk who took a bad fall down a flight of stairs”. There won’t be any press releases or random Tweets about my current state to lessen the impact of what I did at Foundation.
I want the docs to diagnose and treat any serious injuries Trace may have inflicted on me and check me out asap so I can prepare for my match with Joe Bishop. I need to be at my best against my fellow revolutionary so I can keep this ball rolling in the right direction.
Despite all the precautions Daphne took, I wake up to see a clean cut suit wearing stranger waiting, quietly flipping through a wrestling magazine. He realizes I am awake, puts the magazine in his briefcase, and gives me his full attention.
Hello Mr. Lynn. Congratulations. Defeating Trace Demon is no easy feat.
Thanks. Do I know you?
I slowly swing my legs over the side of the bed and prop myself up to a sitting position. I almost make that old man grunting noise but stop myself. Even in a hospital bed in front of a single witness, I want to show as little weakness as possible.
Not yet. My name is Scott Sanderson. After your recent call to the agency, Mr. Dean and Ms. Shannon assigned me to you.
That wakes me up. I do my best to shake off the effects of the OxyContin so I can think at something higher than an eighth grade level. Damn sh*t turns me into a zombie. Can’t wait ’til I don’t need it anymore.
I need a moment to set the stage in my head. I called the agency a few weeks ago and had to leave a message on voicemail. Never heard anything back which had me worried. I thought Josh had forgotten about me while he was off rehabbing.
Now this Sanderson guy is standing in front of me, having tracked me down despite our efforts to hide my whereabouts. Hopefully this means he is a smart guy who is good at his job because I need the help. I want the revolution to succeed but I don’t know how to go about it.
Nice to meet you. Excuse me if I don’t stand.
I understand.
So why did they put you on my case? Have you worked with WFWF wrestlers before?
No. You’re my first pro wrestler. They picked me because I usually handle MMA fighters and despite the change of venue, that is what you are.
That’s a bad sign. I need someone who knows all the ins and outs of pro wrestling so they can make up for all my shortcomings. The WFWF is run by rules that I haven’t learned much less mastered yet. Scott is supposed to fill that gap for me, not learn on the job along with me.
Still, two experienced WFWF superstars chose him. That earns him a chance.
If Josh and Penny chose you, who am I to argue?
I’ll do right by you. But first, I have some questions.
I’m not going anywhere. Pull up a chair and fire away.
When you called the agency, you said you wanted our help getting more fans on your side in this revolution you have with Joe Bishop. Is that what you really want?
Why is that the first thing everyone asks me? Is the world really this cynical?
Is it so hard to believe that a former MMA fighter would like the WFWF to be more like an MMA promotion, that each match is fought according to the rules and you earn your way to the top by beating increasingly better opponents until it is your turn to challenge the champion?
Christ, I should get that printed on cards to hand out like a deaf person does to let people know they can’t hear you but they can read your lips. It would be useful right about now because thanks to the Oxy, my reply is much less convincing.
Of course it is.
Even though you just took part in a bloody street fight, your second such match, and for the second time you did very well? If something isn’t broken, why fix it?
Just because I am good at something doesn’t mean that is what I want to do.
You’ve shown you could be as good as Phillip Schneider. He got titles, hall of fame rings, money, and fame by breaking his opponents.
And yet Brennan still rang his bell at Foundation. I have loftier goals.
No thanks. I enjoy breathing and would like to keep doing it for a very long time.
Have you even considered it? I appreciate your moral stand but your biggest successes have come when you ignore them and go for broke.
He’s not entirely wrong which is making this harder than it should be.
How many ways do I have to say it? Not gonna’ happen. Rules exist for a reason and I follow them because it is the right way to conduct business. I feel that is my best chance for long term success and a healthy retirement on my terms. I think all wrestlers and the business itself would benefit if everyone felt the same way.
I had no problems with the street fight because it very clearly established what the rules for the match would be but I’ll be damned if I want to have a street fight every time out. Look at me! I’m a mess.
Hopefully this puts an end to Scott’s line of questioning because between how I feel (Oxy can only do so much when your entire body hurts) and his grilling me, this is turning into the Spanish Inquisition.
Why is he so obsessed with me being some kind of badass who does really bad sh*t to his opponents? Is the suit a closet freak who likes to see people suffer?
Is it bad? Will you be cleared for the next show?
I almost think he actually cares about my health but more likely he is worried that his meal ticket might miss some action.
Superficial mostly. Too many bruises to count, some lacerations, a minor wrist strain. Nothing I won’t recover from well before my match with Joe.
That is good news. Back to your match with Mr. Demon.
Don’t dignify him by calling him “mister”. He’s the king of sh*t and anybody who can tell the difference between ham and bacon knows that.
I understand. You don’t like him. I don’t either, and not just because Joshua Dean is my boss. Back to your match with the king of sh*t. You are aware of the third party interference, right? You know that people are talking. They’re saying how you can only win if someone else helps you.
More of the Spanish Inquisition routine. I’m getting the feeling he doesn’t like me. I wonder if he’s Canadian.
Didn’t you read my blog? F*ck the Future and whoever it was backstage that helped him by playing tricks with the lights. That match was mine. I fought Trace for twenty minutes and more than held my own. I didn’t need anybody’s help to get the job done.
And yet, help is what you got.
Really?! You call that help? A cosplaying idiot spouting thirty seconds of rhetoric straight out of bad superhero movie. I didn’t realize a few harsh words could hurt someone as bad as say, a dozen chair shots or being hit in the face with the ring steps. If it was a normal match then yeah, this could be a repeat of the Scarlett Quinn debacle. BUT IT WAS A STREET FIGHT. The few seconds that The Future was involved in the match, from the extreme distance of the rafters I might add, was just another foreign object in a match where Trace and I beat the holy hell out of each other with every chair, table, kendo stick, ring steps, and whatever else that wasn’t nailed down.
So you won’t be making a public apology to Mr. Dem… to the sh*t king?
Hell no. Street fight! Remember? Trace's karma came back to bite him in his ass. That makes me happy. See the smile on my face?
I hope the expression on my face is a smile. The suit is being a dick and there’s a good chance I’m snarling at him instead.
But as far as I’m concerned, it had no bearing on the outcome of the match. I beat Trace. Do you hear me? I BEAT TRACE DEMON!
Hard not to hear when you shout like that. Every patient on the floor heard you.
I don’t feel so bad that I kinda’ lost it and scared the suit so much he jumped out of his chair and took several steps towards the door.
Then I remember that I need him and I do feel bad because it isn’t his fault that it is almost impossible to have a clean match in the WFWF. He’s not to blame for the sh*t show.
The suit looks like he is about to flip me off and leave. Did I screw this up?
An awkward silence fills the room as for one of the few times in my life, I have nothing to say.
…
The suit waits and stares for a good minute, then slowly steps closer and sits down in the chair again. He breaks the silence.
I’m sorry. I’m coming off as antagonistic and I didn’t want that. Marketing is all about image but it has to be based in truth. I can't sell a revolutionary in it for the wrong reasons any more than I can sell soap that doesn’t remove dirt.
And…
You are exactly what you say you are: a fighter who wants the WFWF to highlight pure athletic competition.
No lie, I literally see a light glowing behind Scott and hear a chorus of angels sing Hallelujah!
OxyContin has an upside.
Scott’s second impression is much better than his first impression. But that’s okay. It’s a trait we have in common.
You get it. How do you make sure the fans get it too?
Well Frank, you took a huge step forward at Foundation. You may not believe it because of how the Canadian audience reacted, but your stock shot up. Everywhere else, Frank Lynn just became a very hot commodity.
Now that is some good news. Not all wrestling fans are as looney as those north of the border. Maybe I can reach out to them and start recruiting my army. I can almost see a light, albeit dim and flickering, at the end of the tunnel.
No sh*t?
I never sh*t my clients. Now we have to jump on your newfound popularity. I did some prep work and I want to show you how we are going to make Frank Lynn a household name and recruit the army you want.
Scott pulls out a portfolio and flips through the pages showing me his ideas. I have to admit, I’m impressed. Not that I know a damn thing about marketing. But if I was a fan, I’d buy the stuff he shows me.
The first step is easy. Your merch is flying off the shelves right now. I want to introduce a new line of t-shirts, hats, and posters featuring the theme: “Join the Revolution”
In my completely non-expert opinion, “Join the Revolution!” is neither original nor required much more thought than a professional wrestler currently on Oxy might come up with, but the font choice along with the stylized black and red image sell it for me. Like I said, I’d buy and wear it.
And on the back of the t-shirt, a new nickname for you. “Furious Frank” isn’t working. It brings up visions of an out of control violent lunatic, exactly the opposite of what you want to project.
Is this where I make a comment about a misspent youth catching up to me? I made mistakes in my rookie year but I’ve owned up to them and am trying to move past it. It’s actually good news to me that Scott wants the same thing. For a suit, he’s turning out to be a pretty good guy to have on my side.
I earned it and now I’m having a hard time losing it.
After hearing your pre-match comments where you said your body was a weapon, I came up with a new nickname that we can push to the moon: Frank Lynn, the Lethal Weapon.
“The Lethal Weapon”? Hmmm, nice ring to it.
It’s still intimidating but more neutral. A revolution needs someone to step up and lead the fight. “The Lethal Weapon” sounds like the right man for the job.
You got that right. I can most definitely get the f*cking job done. Proved it at Foundation.
I can’t do anything without your approval. I have to say that I really think this can work. So what do you say? Strike while the iron is hot?
Hell yes. At this point, I kinda’ want to hug Scott. Must be the Oxy.
Absolutely. Is that all you got? I was picturing something more than a few new merch items.
I have more. I can get you an endorsement deal with iSafe.
What the hell is iSafe?
iSafe is a new identity and credit security service. Way I see it, they’re perfect for you. They keep people safe. You want to keep the WFWF safe. We can incorporate the revolution into the ads so you will be spreading the message and getting paid to do it.
Scott is two for two. I haven’t bothered with any endorsement deals, not that anybody has been knocking my door down with offers. iSafe isn’t Nike or Under Armour but it does sound like a good match for the revolution.
I really like that. Set something up.
I’m on it. For your part, keep winning. Give Joe Bishop one hell of a match. If the two of you put on a clinic you could recruit more fans than a hundred cool t-shirt designs and a dozen ad campaigns.
That’s my plan. I won’t go easy on Joe just because we’re allies.
And no matter what happens, don’t react to the Canadian crowds for the rest of the tour. They’re going to ride you hard but don’t forget, for every one of them booing there are a hundred non-Canadian fans cheering from their couches. Those are the fans we want to reach.
Seriously. I don’t want to compare the Canuckleheads to a Charles Manson fan club but hey, they did cheer for a sh*t like Trace Demon. They chose to make themselves part of the problem.
You know what Scott? I like you. Tell Josh and Penny that I want to work with you exclusively from now on.
I’ll do that, Frank. I’m going to help you change the WFWF.
Just a few months ago I was saying there was no way a wrestler could change the WFWF as an excuse to stay away from Joe’s cause. Now Scott just threw it in my face and it rings true. I’ve got some interesting days ahead of me.
Winnipeg : June 30, 2017 : Confluence
Well, would you look at that. Beat Trace Demon and you end up on the poster for the next show. They didn’t even make me pink. Suck on that, Schneider.
Not only am I on the poster, I am in the main event against the WFWF World Heavyweight Champion Joe Bishop. This could be Lila’s idea of a reward for doing her dirty work at Foundation. Or maybe she wants to see if I am ready to join the ranks of the top contenders, that I’m ready to deliver on all the hype. Or Lila could be testing the resolve of the two man revolution that is admittedly making her look bad every time we speak the truth about the state of the WFWF.
I’ll leave it to people with more free time than me to figure out why Lila booked the match. She did book it and now Joe and I have to make the most of it. This is obviously another big match for me, but it is also a big match for the revolution, particularly in light of the rest of the card.
The show starts off with two debuting wrestlers: Lizzie Hyde vs The Dog That Eats Cheeseburgers. That is not a typo. The Dog That Eats Cheeseburgers is a real WFWF wrestler. I can’t even say the name with a straight face. A wrestler in a dog suit? Really? What was Lila thinking? Did she go to a minor league baseball game, have a few too many beers, and sign the mascot to a wrestling contract? Lizzie, do us all a favor and spay or neuter Fido. Its up to you to save the rest of us from the embarrassment his or her presence will bring to our business.
Up next is the usual train wreck waiting to happen match, a triple threat with Casey, Young, and Vass. I see no good outcome from this match. All three talk, and in Vass’ case have acted, in ways that indicate they will likely be a problem for the revolution. Where does Lila keep finding these so called wrestlers with their sordid pasts and bad attitudes? It would be best for business if they take each other out and make room for some real athletes to sign on.
And then we have Trace Demon versus the Future, the match I’m sure all the Canadians in the arena will call the real main event.
Do I have to say how I feel about Trace? No? Good. I’m getting tired of talking about the King of the Sh*t Show. Almost as tired as I am of seeing him on every show pulling his bullsh*t. It’s not working any more Trace. Just go away before the WFWF revokes your Hall of Fame membership.
I can’t say I’m all that fond of the Future either right now. What the hell was he thinking when he made his presence known DURING my match? What was so f*cking important it couldn’t wait until after Trace and I finished our business? Oh right, he’s returned to teach Trace Demon a lesson. I’ve got a newsflash for the Caped Futchador. Joe Bishop already did that. Frank Lynn already did that. At this point, you’re just a vulture picking at his bones. Enjoy our leftovers.
The Demon/Future match is sure to descend into chaos. Trace will see to it. I’d bet my life on it.
There you have it. A card full of matches that spit in the face of the revolution. This is not what pro wrestling should be about. This is not what we should be charging PPV prices for the fans to supposedly enjoy.
It’s crap. Pure unadulterated wrestle-crap. The sh*t show is coming to Winnipeg.
But there is a saving grace.
The Main Event:
WFWF World Heavyweight Champion Joe Bishop versus the 2016 Rookie of the Year Frank Lynn.
The best technical wrestler in the world today versus the fastest rising young star, who also happens to be a very good technical wrestler in his own right.
This is the match I’ve been waiting for ever since I first arrived in the WFWF.
Not because it is a singles match against the current, reigning, defending champion. One day, maybe sooner than people expect, I will win my first championship. This is a non-title match so it won’t be happening at Confluence.
The reason I’ve been waiting for this match is because it is going to be the ultimate test of my skills. I came to the WFWF to pit myself against the best wrestlers in pure matches where skill and heart determines the winner.
I’ve been running my mouth for months about fixing the WFWF, much to the chagrin of some of my co-workers. I want to participate in the world’s best combat sport promotion, not in some modern day revival of the Roman bread and circuses freak shows. I believe I can beat anybody in a pure match. It’s why I joined Joe’s revolution.
Joe has been saying the same thing ever since he returned last year. Who knows what happened during his last hiatus that changed his view of the wrestling business and quite honestly who cares? I’ve only known the current version of Joe Bishop and I believe he is sincere when he says he values fair competition more than titles, “sports entertainment” drama, or any of the other crap that goes on in the WFWF.
That’s what makes this match such a big deal. The two revolutionaries are going head to head in the main event.
This is our chance to put the revolution on display in front of the entire WFWF: the suits, the wrestlers, and the fans. We get to put our money where our mouths are.
It is incumbent upon us to have the best technical wrestling match the WFWF has seen in a long time.
We have to because the vultures will be circling just waiting for us to fall flat on our faces so they can feed on our carcasses.
Trace Demon wants to see one or both of us fall off our revolution wagon so he can say “I told you so” from now to eternity. Brennan wants the same because it would show a lack of confidence, a chink in the armor of the man he is pursuing for the World title and the man who could be a contender for his International title. Anna Ahriman wants to see if the “lackey” will lie down for his “master” thus proving all the crap she’s been spewing lately. And the rest of the roster will be watching to see if we can deliver on the promises we’ve made that the revolution is a better way.
I think a lot of people are in for a big surprise. We’re going to tear the house down.
Joe is a fierce competitor. I have no doubt he relishes a match where there is zero chance of any shenanigans. He can concentrate solely on training for the best technical match he is capable of.
That’s a very scary thought to anyone who saw his match against David Brennan in the Supreme Gauntlet finals. When the irresistible force met the immovable object, Joe showed that he may be both the force and the object.
I am a fierce competitor too. After my last match, a bloody street fight, I’m ready to get back to basics. I too appreciate not having to worry about any shenanigans. I can prepare for this match like its an MMA fight. I can devote all my time to honing my skills in the gym until I am a fine tuned machine, a “lethal weapon” if you will.
Joe is about to discover what a post-revolutionary WFWF may be like. It will test his resolve because he may not like what he finds out. It will be a pure match and that is my game every bit as much as it is his.
Joe is a ten year veteran of pro wrestling. I am a ten year veteran of combat sports. In this match, that will truly count for something. We enter this fight as equals, not as “master” & “lackey” or “champ” & “coattail rider” as some believe.
So Joe, train like you’ve never trained before. You are about to face a student of multiple combat sport disciplines. Amateur mat wrestling. MMA striking. Muay thai. Jiu jitsu. High flying acrobatics. I’m bringing all of it to Confluence.
You’re my allie and friend but I’m going to put that all aside for however long it takes for us to put on a clinic and show everybody a masterpiece of technical wrestling. It will be your dream match, two men who live and die by their abilities in between the ropes playing by the rules we both value above all else.
We will bring out the best in each other and my skills will be equal to yours. The match will come down to heart and desire. And that is my secret weapon. Do not doubt my will to win. I’m a tough, stubborn son of a bitch who won’t stay down.
I am not intimidated by the unprecedented success you’ve had over the past year or that championship belt around your waist. I’m inspired by it. It makes me want to be better. It makes me want to be the best.
Win OR lose you get to leave with the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship. The only thing on the line is respect. I have to win to get me some.
I may be the only person on God’s Green Earth who believes I will win but the same could be said about my last match.
I opened a lot of eyes at Foundation when I choked out Trace Demon.
I will open even more eyes at Confluence when I make Joe Bishop tap to the Dasochoku.
Montreal : June 14, 2017 : Foundation
Christa Adina’s voice echoes throughout the arena as she makes a surprising announcement.
Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match… Frank Lynnnnnnnn!
My music, “Anthem of the Space”, starts playing but can barely be heard over the boos of the rabid Canadian audience that can’t believe what they just witnessed.
I try to put what I’m feeling into coherent thoughts.
I did it.
Nope, that doesn’t do it justice.
I f*cking did it!
Closer but still not quite there.
I BEAT MOTHER F*CKING TRACE KISS MY ASS YOU PIECE OF SH*T DEMON!
IN A GOD DAMN STREET FIGHT!
Whose house is it now, b*tch?!?!
Yeah, that’s the ticket.
Score one for the revolution.
I try to express this sentiment for the shocked crowd but what comes out is nothing more than a primal roar, the sound of a young lion staking his claim as a future king of the jungle.
This is my breakthrough moment. I should be celebrating like its 1999, not that I know what is so special about 1999 but apparently they knew how to party back then.
I want to plant a huge sloppy wet kiss on Christa’s luscious red lips, the lips that confirmed I am not dreaming, that this is really happening.
Too bad every part of my body from the hairs on top of my head to the soles of my feet hurts, including my lips which saves Christa from any unwanted amorous advances.
It took all the strength I had left to just stand but there is no way in hell I’m not going to stand tall and leave this ring under my own power. I won’t give Trace or these moronic Montreal fans with their “F*ck You Frank!” chants the satisfaction of seeing the toll this match took on me. I won’t show any weakness to ruin the moment.
Let the lasting image be a strong Frank Lynn standing triumphant over a bitter enemy of the revolution.
The roar of the crowd’s displeasure caught me by surprise but it really doesn’t phase me. In fact it gives me an adrenaline rush. I’ve been on the receiving end of boos from a homer crowd before. A few years back in the Guerrilla Fighting League I had a match in Brazil versus a highly touted Brazilian fighter. Compared to the boos I got that night after knocking out their hometown hero sixty seconds into the first round, this is nothing.
I drink it in and secretly hope they can collect enough salty Canucklehead tears to fill a bucket that they can dump on Trace’s face to wake him up. I want him to remember this, every single excruciating detail.
Frank Lynn isn’t the joke who got handcuffed to a fan. Frank Lynn is the man who choked out Trace f’n Demon!
As I make my way ever so gingerly out of the ring and up the ramp, I quickly realize this may not be the greatest idea I’ve ever had. Each step sends new waves of pain up my legs and back to diffuse throughout my body. My pride is the only thing that keeps me going. I won and by God I’m going to walk out of here looking like a winner!
Daphne can see my struggles but to her credit, she offers no help, content to walk at my side ready to catch me should I fall.
After a long walk up the ramp that is simultaneously wonderful and agonizing, I finally make my way backstage to the gorilla position.
Son of a b*tch! This is more like it!
Lila Sleater is leading the WFWF staff in a standing ovation, smiling from ear to ear like the cat that swallowed a deep fried canary smothered in barbecue sauce and blue cheese dressing. Can’t blame her. One of her “punishments” actually worked out. I’m sure she wants to take some credit for what just happened which under different circumstances might set me off on a tirade, but for now the best I can manage is a half smile/half smirk as I think:
Happy now? I played good cop to your lazy cop. I did your dirty work but I didn’t do it for you. I did it for me, the revolution, and the fans.
I acknowledge the ovation and keep moving because if I stop, then I’m not getting started again. Once the eyes of the world are no longer on me, I give up my brave front. The moment has passed and its time to get real.
And by real I mean time to lean on Daphne for help.
And by lean I mean damn near fall into her arms so she can practically carry me back to our locker room.
Along the way, I see Joe Bishop standing by a monitor, obviously having just watched the match with great interest. I have my doubts that he approved of the method as we both would like to see an end to the ultra-violence in the WFWF but he had to approve of the results. Our revolution now has two singles victories over the vile King of the Sh*t Show. Joe says nothing, just gives me an approving nod and a thumbs up before walking away.
Daphne finally gets me to the locker room where I collapse onto a chair, sending another wave of pain throughout my bruised and bloodied body.
Holy sh*t Tiger! That was f*cking awesome! Screw those assh*le fans! You… Are… The… Man!
All my remaining enthusiasm and strength is gone. I barely manage to squeak out a reply.
Thanks. Can we go to the hospital now?
WFWF Confluence RP
Of Cabbages and Kings
featuring Frank Lynn
Boston : June 15, 2017
Hey little miss Anna Ahriman!
I may have a flip phone but its not as bad as you make it sound. For one thing, I will never butt dial an ex-girlfriend. For another thing, I can rest easy knowing my flip phone isn’t going to burst into flames while I’m trying to order a pizza.
So what if I don’t have a smartphone? I do have a laptop and wi-fi which I’m going to put to use right now to answer every stupid untruth you told about me in that drivel you call a blog.
But first a shout out to Joe Bishop, my fellow revolutionary AND my opponent at Confluence. Don’t think for a nanosecond that because I choose to respond to Anna and talk about our match at Pacific Rim that I’ve forgotten about you and our match at Confluence. Trust me, I have quite a lot to say about our match but I feel the need to do a little house cleaning first.
I know you follow all things WFWF which means you read little miss Anna’s blog too. I think you’d agree that she is spreading her own twisted gospel and it is full of sh*t about me and by proxy, you as well. Sit back and enjoy as I set the record straight before our match.
The most important thing I have to say to the Ahriman heiress is that you shouldn’t be antagonizing me. You should be thanking me.
Why?
Because I am the perfect opponent for you. I am one of the few wrestlers you could have a high profile match against that doesn’t see a target on your back because of who your father is.
I don’t have a personal vendetta against Samael Ahriman. No matter what I might say in the heat of the moment, I don’t really care about Samael Ahriman.
Honestly, I kinda’ like him even if he is a slightly insane Satanist who never learned to take care of his toys. Sometimes sharing is NOT caring and Sammy paid the price more often than not for sharing his sword with his opponents. He’s a great example of woulda’, coulda’, shoulda’.
But to my point, at Pacific Rim all I care about is you. I won’t be seeing Samael Ahriman’s daughter. I will see a young rookie named Anna who wants to use me as a stepping stone.
Ain’t gonna’ happen.
Fortunately for you, my focus won’t be to mutilate you as a final f*ck you to your daddy. My focus will be to outwrestle you, then pin you or make you tap. You will lose but you will also get to walk away to fight another day.
That’s how the revolution works. Pure athletic combat and may the better man win.
Emphasis on man because I am not going to lose to a little girl who thinks a royal bloodline, a foul mouth, and less than a half dozen matches suddenly makes her a serious contender to every major title in the WFWF.
I have wins, questionable or not, over Dex, Scarlett Quinn, Ante Whitner, and Trace Demon… all former or current champions, one in the Hall of Fame. And I’m man enough to admit I got a little nervous when I saw Joe Bishop’s name opposite mine on the Confluence card.
Who have you beaten? Some newbies who may or not be remembered in six months. What have you done that warrants so much confidence? Not a damn thing.
You’re losing it and heading straight down the road to some woulda’, coulda’, shoulda’ territory of your own.
You said some seriously deluded sh*t in your insipid rant, capped off by a rerun of your biggest misconception about what kind of man Frank Lynn is.
Lackey?
Can we please put that sh*t to rest? I didn’t need any help to beat Ante Whitner and that other guy at Ultimate Supremacy. I didn’t need any help to beat Trace Demon at Foundation.
Joe Bishop was no where to be seen during my matches, except when he was my tag partner. Daphne has been at my side but she has never laid a hand on any of my opponents during a match. It was all me inside that ring standing on my own.
ON MY OWN!
Trace and I went toe to toe for twenty minutes using every weapon at our disposal in a brutal and bloody battle that I won.
But there has to be a catch, right?
You’re surely gonna’ point out that I did get some help. Just like when I pinned Scarlett Quinn.
WRONG!
I’m not going to let anyone cheapen this win. I have nothing to apologize for. The Future made his brief appearance which in a normal match would piss me off, both personally and as an affront to the ideals of the revolution. In a street fight he was just another foreign object, a glorified talking chair.
I didn’t ask for nor did I need any help. I was the one in that ring giving Trace Demon far more of a fight than he ever expected. The Future’s appearance in no way affected the outcome of the match. Trace couldn’t keep me down. I would have won no matter what. Foundation was my night and Trace Demon was my victim.
Need I remind you that you didn’t fare so well against Trace? As I recall, you got your pretty little ass handed to you and pinned in the illustrious missionary position.
I won’t ask if Trace had a little wood when he pinned you. I really really don’t want to know.
Let me do some simple math for you.
Frank Lynn beats Trace Demon plus Trace Demon beats Anna Ahriman equals Frank Lynn beats Anna Ahriman.
Why don’t you blog about that?
I’ll wrap this up with a piece of advice from the former rookie to the current rookie making many of the same mistakes I did.
Shut your mouth.
Stop trying to talk the talk until after you show that you can walk the walk.
Your whiny teenage bullsh*t is making more enemies than friends.
I don’t consider this thing between us to be personal… yet. Keep yapping like one of those annoying dogs that even more annoying dilettantes like Paris Hilton carry in their purse and it will become personal. My cat eats annoying yapping dogs for lunch. I’ll do the same to you.
You have enough problems facing me when I all I want to do is win a clean match to keep the revolution moving forward.
Don’t piss me off.
Trace Demon pissed me off.
Look what it got him.
Boston : June 16, 2017
Daphne understood that I couldn’t let any weakness show after the big win over Trace. She was incredible handling my business for me. She got the medics at the show to patch up the worst cuts and give me some pain pills, then snuck me out of the arena, got me on a red eye flight back home, and checked me into Mass General in the wee hours of the morning under a false name, just “another drunk who took a bad fall down a flight of stairs”. There won’t be any press releases or random Tweets about my current state to lessen the impact of what I did at Foundation.
I want the docs to diagnose and treat any serious injuries Trace may have inflicted on me and check me out asap so I can prepare for my match with Joe Bishop. I need to be at my best against my fellow revolutionary so I can keep this ball rolling in the right direction.
Despite all the precautions Daphne took, I wake up to see a clean cut suit wearing stranger waiting, quietly flipping through a wrestling magazine. He realizes I am awake, puts the magazine in his briefcase, and gives me his full attention.
Hello Mr. Lynn. Congratulations. Defeating Trace Demon is no easy feat.
Thanks. Do I know you?
I slowly swing my legs over the side of the bed and prop myself up to a sitting position. I almost make that old man grunting noise but stop myself. Even in a hospital bed in front of a single witness, I want to show as little weakness as possible.
Not yet. My name is Scott Sanderson. After your recent call to the agency, Mr. Dean and Ms. Shannon assigned me to you.
That wakes me up. I do my best to shake off the effects of the OxyContin so I can think at something higher than an eighth grade level. Damn sh*t turns me into a zombie. Can’t wait ’til I don’t need it anymore.
I need a moment to set the stage in my head. I called the agency a few weeks ago and had to leave a message on voicemail. Never heard anything back which had me worried. I thought Josh had forgotten about me while he was off rehabbing.
Now this Sanderson guy is standing in front of me, having tracked me down despite our efforts to hide my whereabouts. Hopefully this means he is a smart guy who is good at his job because I need the help. I want the revolution to succeed but I don’t know how to go about it.
Nice to meet you. Excuse me if I don’t stand.
I understand.
So why did they put you on my case? Have you worked with WFWF wrestlers before?
No. You’re my first pro wrestler. They picked me because I usually handle MMA fighters and despite the change of venue, that is what you are.
That’s a bad sign. I need someone who knows all the ins and outs of pro wrestling so they can make up for all my shortcomings. The WFWF is run by rules that I haven’t learned much less mastered yet. Scott is supposed to fill that gap for me, not learn on the job along with me.
Still, two experienced WFWF superstars chose him. That earns him a chance.
If Josh and Penny chose you, who am I to argue?
I’ll do right by you. But first, I have some questions.
I’m not going anywhere. Pull up a chair and fire away.
When you called the agency, you said you wanted our help getting more fans on your side in this revolution you have with Joe Bishop. Is that what you really want?
Why is that the first thing everyone asks me? Is the world really this cynical?
Is it so hard to believe that a former MMA fighter would like the WFWF to be more like an MMA promotion, that each match is fought according to the rules and you earn your way to the top by beating increasingly better opponents until it is your turn to challenge the champion?
Christ, I should get that printed on cards to hand out like a deaf person does to let people know they can’t hear you but they can read your lips. It would be useful right about now because thanks to the Oxy, my reply is much less convincing.
Of course it is.
Even though you just took part in a bloody street fight, your second such match, and for the second time you did very well? If something isn’t broken, why fix it?
Just because I am good at something doesn’t mean that is what I want to do.
You’ve shown you could be as good as Phillip Schneider. He got titles, hall of fame rings, money, and fame by breaking his opponents.
And yet Brennan still rang his bell at Foundation. I have loftier goals.
No thanks. I enjoy breathing and would like to keep doing it for a very long time.
Have you even considered it? I appreciate your moral stand but your biggest successes have come when you ignore them and go for broke.
He’s not entirely wrong which is making this harder than it should be.
How many ways do I have to say it? Not gonna’ happen. Rules exist for a reason and I follow them because it is the right way to conduct business. I feel that is my best chance for long term success and a healthy retirement on my terms. I think all wrestlers and the business itself would benefit if everyone felt the same way.
I had no problems with the street fight because it very clearly established what the rules for the match would be but I’ll be damned if I want to have a street fight every time out. Look at me! I’m a mess.
Hopefully this puts an end to Scott’s line of questioning because between how I feel (Oxy can only do so much when your entire body hurts) and his grilling me, this is turning into the Spanish Inquisition.
Why is he so obsessed with me being some kind of badass who does really bad sh*t to his opponents? Is the suit a closet freak who likes to see people suffer?
Is it bad? Will you be cleared for the next show?
I almost think he actually cares about my health but more likely he is worried that his meal ticket might miss some action.
Superficial mostly. Too many bruises to count, some lacerations, a minor wrist strain. Nothing I won’t recover from well before my match with Joe.
That is good news. Back to your match with Mr. Demon.
Don’t dignify him by calling him “mister”. He’s the king of sh*t and anybody who can tell the difference between ham and bacon knows that.
I understand. You don’t like him. I don’t either, and not just because Joshua Dean is my boss. Back to your match with the king of sh*t. You are aware of the third party interference, right? You know that people are talking. They’re saying how you can only win if someone else helps you.
More of the Spanish Inquisition routine. I’m getting the feeling he doesn’t like me. I wonder if he’s Canadian.
Didn’t you read my blog? F*ck the Future and whoever it was backstage that helped him by playing tricks with the lights. That match was mine. I fought Trace for twenty minutes and more than held my own. I didn’t need anybody’s help to get the job done.
And yet, help is what you got.
Really?! You call that help? A cosplaying idiot spouting thirty seconds of rhetoric straight out of bad superhero movie. I didn’t realize a few harsh words could hurt someone as bad as say, a dozen chair shots or being hit in the face with the ring steps. If it was a normal match then yeah, this could be a repeat of the Scarlett Quinn debacle. BUT IT WAS A STREET FIGHT. The few seconds that The Future was involved in the match, from the extreme distance of the rafters I might add, was just another foreign object in a match where Trace and I beat the holy hell out of each other with every chair, table, kendo stick, ring steps, and whatever else that wasn’t nailed down.
So you won’t be making a public apology to Mr. Dem… to the sh*t king?
Hell no. Street fight! Remember? Trace's karma came back to bite him in his ass. That makes me happy. See the smile on my face?
I hope the expression on my face is a smile. The suit is being a dick and there’s a good chance I’m snarling at him instead.
But as far as I’m concerned, it had no bearing on the outcome of the match. I beat Trace. Do you hear me? I BEAT TRACE DEMON!
Hard not to hear when you shout like that. Every patient on the floor heard you.
I don’t feel so bad that I kinda’ lost it and scared the suit so much he jumped out of his chair and took several steps towards the door.
Then I remember that I need him and I do feel bad because it isn’t his fault that it is almost impossible to have a clean match in the WFWF. He’s not to blame for the sh*t show.
The suit looks like he is about to flip me off and leave. Did I screw this up?
An awkward silence fills the room as for one of the few times in my life, I have nothing to say.
…
The suit waits and stares for a good minute, then slowly steps closer and sits down in the chair again. He breaks the silence.
I’m sorry. I’m coming off as antagonistic and I didn’t want that. Marketing is all about image but it has to be based in truth. I can't sell a revolutionary in it for the wrong reasons any more than I can sell soap that doesn’t remove dirt.
And…
You are exactly what you say you are: a fighter who wants the WFWF to highlight pure athletic competition.
No lie, I literally see a light glowing behind Scott and hear a chorus of angels sing Hallelujah!
OxyContin has an upside.
Scott’s second impression is much better than his first impression. But that’s okay. It’s a trait we have in common.
You get it. How do you make sure the fans get it too?
Well Frank, you took a huge step forward at Foundation. You may not believe it because of how the Canadian audience reacted, but your stock shot up. Everywhere else, Frank Lynn just became a very hot commodity.
Now that is some good news. Not all wrestling fans are as looney as those north of the border. Maybe I can reach out to them and start recruiting my army. I can almost see a light, albeit dim and flickering, at the end of the tunnel.
No sh*t?
I never sh*t my clients. Now we have to jump on your newfound popularity. I did some prep work and I want to show you how we are going to make Frank Lynn a household name and recruit the army you want.
Scott pulls out a portfolio and flips through the pages showing me his ideas. I have to admit, I’m impressed. Not that I know a damn thing about marketing. But if I was a fan, I’d buy the stuff he shows me.
The first step is easy. Your merch is flying off the shelves right now. I want to introduce a new line of t-shirts, hats, and posters featuring the theme: “Join the Revolution”
In my completely non-expert opinion, “Join the Revolution!” is neither original nor required much more thought than a professional wrestler currently on Oxy might come up with, but the font choice along with the stylized black and red image sell it for me. Like I said, I’d buy and wear it.
And on the back of the t-shirt, a new nickname for you. “Furious Frank” isn’t working. It brings up visions of an out of control violent lunatic, exactly the opposite of what you want to project.
Is this where I make a comment about a misspent youth catching up to me? I made mistakes in my rookie year but I’ve owned up to them and am trying to move past it. It’s actually good news to me that Scott wants the same thing. For a suit, he’s turning out to be a pretty good guy to have on my side.
I earned it and now I’m having a hard time losing it.
After hearing your pre-match comments where you said your body was a weapon, I came up with a new nickname that we can push to the moon: Frank Lynn, the Lethal Weapon.
“The Lethal Weapon”? Hmmm, nice ring to it.
It’s still intimidating but more neutral. A revolution needs someone to step up and lead the fight. “The Lethal Weapon” sounds like the right man for the job.
You got that right. I can most definitely get the f*cking job done. Proved it at Foundation.
I can’t do anything without your approval. I have to say that I really think this can work. So what do you say? Strike while the iron is hot?
Hell yes. At this point, I kinda’ want to hug Scott. Must be the Oxy.
Absolutely. Is that all you got? I was picturing something more than a few new merch items.
I have more. I can get you an endorsement deal with iSafe.
What the hell is iSafe?
iSafe is a new identity and credit security service. Way I see it, they’re perfect for you. They keep people safe. You want to keep the WFWF safe. We can incorporate the revolution into the ads so you will be spreading the message and getting paid to do it.
Scott is two for two. I haven’t bothered with any endorsement deals, not that anybody has been knocking my door down with offers. iSafe isn’t Nike or Under Armour but it does sound like a good match for the revolution.
I really like that. Set something up.
I’m on it. For your part, keep winning. Give Joe Bishop one hell of a match. If the two of you put on a clinic you could recruit more fans than a hundred cool t-shirt designs and a dozen ad campaigns.
That’s my plan. I won’t go easy on Joe just because we’re allies.
And no matter what happens, don’t react to the Canadian crowds for the rest of the tour. They’re going to ride you hard but don’t forget, for every one of them booing there are a hundred non-Canadian fans cheering from their couches. Those are the fans we want to reach.
Seriously. I don’t want to compare the Canuckleheads to a Charles Manson fan club but hey, they did cheer for a sh*t like Trace Demon. They chose to make themselves part of the problem.
You know what Scott? I like you. Tell Josh and Penny that I want to work with you exclusively from now on.
I’ll do that, Frank. I’m going to help you change the WFWF.
Just a few months ago I was saying there was no way a wrestler could change the WFWF as an excuse to stay away from Joe’s cause. Now Scott just threw it in my face and it rings true. I’ve got some interesting days ahead of me.
Winnipeg : June 30, 2017 : Confluence
Well, would you look at that. Beat Trace Demon and you end up on the poster for the next show. They didn’t even make me pink. Suck on that, Schneider.
Not only am I on the poster, I am in the main event against the WFWF World Heavyweight Champion Joe Bishop. This could be Lila’s idea of a reward for doing her dirty work at Foundation. Or maybe she wants to see if I am ready to join the ranks of the top contenders, that I’m ready to deliver on all the hype. Or Lila could be testing the resolve of the two man revolution that is admittedly making her look bad every time we speak the truth about the state of the WFWF.
I’ll leave it to people with more free time than me to figure out why Lila booked the match. She did book it and now Joe and I have to make the most of it. This is obviously another big match for me, but it is also a big match for the revolution, particularly in light of the rest of the card.
The show starts off with two debuting wrestlers: Lizzie Hyde vs The Dog That Eats Cheeseburgers. That is not a typo. The Dog That Eats Cheeseburgers is a real WFWF wrestler. I can’t even say the name with a straight face. A wrestler in a dog suit? Really? What was Lila thinking? Did she go to a minor league baseball game, have a few too many beers, and sign the mascot to a wrestling contract? Lizzie, do us all a favor and spay or neuter Fido. Its up to you to save the rest of us from the embarrassment his or her presence will bring to our business.
Up next is the usual train wreck waiting to happen match, a triple threat with Casey, Young, and Vass. I see no good outcome from this match. All three talk, and in Vass’ case have acted, in ways that indicate they will likely be a problem for the revolution. Where does Lila keep finding these so called wrestlers with their sordid pasts and bad attitudes? It would be best for business if they take each other out and make room for some real athletes to sign on.
And then we have Trace Demon versus the Future, the match I’m sure all the Canadians in the arena will call the real main event.
Do I have to say how I feel about Trace? No? Good. I’m getting tired of talking about the King of the Sh*t Show. Almost as tired as I am of seeing him on every show pulling his bullsh*t. It’s not working any more Trace. Just go away before the WFWF revokes your Hall of Fame membership.
I can’t say I’m all that fond of the Future either right now. What the hell was he thinking when he made his presence known DURING my match? What was so f*cking important it couldn’t wait until after Trace and I finished our business? Oh right, he’s returned to teach Trace Demon a lesson. I’ve got a newsflash for the Caped Futchador. Joe Bishop already did that. Frank Lynn already did that. At this point, you’re just a vulture picking at his bones. Enjoy our leftovers.
The Demon/Future match is sure to descend into chaos. Trace will see to it. I’d bet my life on it.
There you have it. A card full of matches that spit in the face of the revolution. This is not what pro wrestling should be about. This is not what we should be charging PPV prices for the fans to supposedly enjoy.
It’s crap. Pure unadulterated wrestle-crap. The sh*t show is coming to Winnipeg.
But there is a saving grace.
The Main Event:
WFWF World Heavyweight Champion Joe Bishop versus the 2016 Rookie of the Year Frank Lynn.
The best technical wrestler in the world today versus the fastest rising young star, who also happens to be a very good technical wrestler in his own right.
This is the match I’ve been waiting for ever since I first arrived in the WFWF.
Not because it is a singles match against the current, reigning, defending champion. One day, maybe sooner than people expect, I will win my first championship. This is a non-title match so it won’t be happening at Confluence.
The reason I’ve been waiting for this match is because it is going to be the ultimate test of my skills. I came to the WFWF to pit myself against the best wrestlers in pure matches where skill and heart determines the winner.
I’ve been running my mouth for months about fixing the WFWF, much to the chagrin of some of my co-workers. I want to participate in the world’s best combat sport promotion, not in some modern day revival of the Roman bread and circuses freak shows. I believe I can beat anybody in a pure match. It’s why I joined Joe’s revolution.
Joe has been saying the same thing ever since he returned last year. Who knows what happened during his last hiatus that changed his view of the wrestling business and quite honestly who cares? I’ve only known the current version of Joe Bishop and I believe he is sincere when he says he values fair competition more than titles, “sports entertainment” drama, or any of the other crap that goes on in the WFWF.
That’s what makes this match such a big deal. The two revolutionaries are going head to head in the main event.
This is our chance to put the revolution on display in front of the entire WFWF: the suits, the wrestlers, and the fans. We get to put our money where our mouths are.
It is incumbent upon us to have the best technical wrestling match the WFWF has seen in a long time.
We have to because the vultures will be circling just waiting for us to fall flat on our faces so they can feed on our carcasses.
Trace Demon wants to see one or both of us fall off our revolution wagon so he can say “I told you so” from now to eternity. Brennan wants the same because it would show a lack of confidence, a chink in the armor of the man he is pursuing for the World title and the man who could be a contender for his International title. Anna Ahriman wants to see if the “lackey” will lie down for his “master” thus proving all the crap she’s been spewing lately. And the rest of the roster will be watching to see if we can deliver on the promises we’ve made that the revolution is a better way.
I think a lot of people are in for a big surprise. We’re going to tear the house down.
Joe is a fierce competitor. I have no doubt he relishes a match where there is zero chance of any shenanigans. He can concentrate solely on training for the best technical match he is capable of.
That’s a very scary thought to anyone who saw his match against David Brennan in the Supreme Gauntlet finals. When the irresistible force met the immovable object, Joe showed that he may be both the force and the object.
I am a fierce competitor too. After my last match, a bloody street fight, I’m ready to get back to basics. I too appreciate not having to worry about any shenanigans. I can prepare for this match like its an MMA fight. I can devote all my time to honing my skills in the gym until I am a fine tuned machine, a “lethal weapon” if you will.
Joe is about to discover what a post-revolutionary WFWF may be like. It will test his resolve because he may not like what he finds out. It will be a pure match and that is my game every bit as much as it is his.
Joe is a ten year veteran of pro wrestling. I am a ten year veteran of combat sports. In this match, that will truly count for something. We enter this fight as equals, not as “master” & “lackey” or “champ” & “coattail rider” as some believe.
So Joe, train like you’ve never trained before. You are about to face a student of multiple combat sport disciplines. Amateur mat wrestling. MMA striking. Muay thai. Jiu jitsu. High flying acrobatics. I’m bringing all of it to Confluence.
You’re my allie and friend but I’m going to put that all aside for however long it takes for us to put on a clinic and show everybody a masterpiece of technical wrestling. It will be your dream match, two men who live and die by their abilities in between the ropes playing by the rules we both value above all else.
We will bring out the best in each other and my skills will be equal to yours. The match will come down to heart and desire. And that is my secret weapon. Do not doubt my will to win. I’m a tough, stubborn son of a bitch who won’t stay down.
I am not intimidated by the unprecedented success you’ve had over the past year or that championship belt around your waist. I’m inspired by it. It makes me want to be better. It makes me want to be the best.
Win OR lose you get to leave with the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship. The only thing on the line is respect. I have to win to get me some.
I may be the only person on God’s Green Earth who believes I will win but the same could be said about my last match.
I opened a lot of eyes at Foundation when I choked out Trace Demon.
I will open even more eyes at Confluence when I make Joe Bishop tap to the Dasochoku.
I dont know good luck 
