WFWF presents Ashes to Ashes - Results Sept 16, 2017 14:19:57 GMT -5
Post by Drakz on Sept 16, 2017 14:19:57 GMT -5
Bang! Boom! Excitement!
Alecia Matthews: Hello sports fans and welcome to the WFWF. leave your morals at the door because tonight is going to be spicy!
Daniel Knight: That’s right. Some like it hot, but some like it hot AND wrapped in barbed wire. Trust us, it’s going to be a total sh*t storm.
Darkness engulfs the arena as 'Stay Away' hits the loudspeakers. On the titantron clips of Bishop's two spells in the WFWF are interjected by clips of the Englishman competing around the world, with competitors much less familiar to the American audience. At “Monkey See, Monkey Do” a flash of pyro blasts out of the stage and from behind the curtain comes Joe Bishop, the WFWF fans cheering loudly for the former WFWF Champion. The Englishman looks out at them, a stoic expression on his face. Then, once the atmosphere dies down, Bishop begins to march down the ramp, concealing his emotions from the audience and looking entirely focused on his upcoming match. He climbs up the ring steps, and enters the ring through the second and third rope. Bishop is left completely still in the middle of the ring - with his arms folded as the music fades and the lights return.
Daniel Knight: Honestly I’m surprised to see Joe out here tonight. I thought he’d be too ashamed to show his face after losing the WFWF World Championship.
Alecia Matthews: Well I’ve heard rumours that nobody has been able to reach him since that loss, including Frank Lynn.
Daniel Knight: Makes you question whether he cared more about that title than his so called revolution.
Alecia Matthews: Well whatever it is Joe Bishop is here for tonight you can bet he’ll have something to say about David Brennan.
Bishop is handed a microphone but doesn't speak, not immediately. He paces around the ring, thinking of what he wants to say. Reluctantly he stops, looks out at the fans and says, simply...
Joe Bishop: Last week… I failed.
The crowd boo, less the idea that Joe failed, more that he thinks it.
Joe Bishop: When I started this revolution, this attempt to change the way the WFWF worked, to make it a better place, a safer place, a place where the wrestling matters, I knew that being the WFWF World Champion was crucial to making anything happen. So when I won that title I told myself there was no way I was going to lose it until something had changed, until the WFWF was better than the day I won that title. In Canada I lost the WFWF World Championship and… nothing has changed.
Bishop’s head drops down, emotion getting the better of him, disappointment oozing out of every pour.
Joe Bishop: I lost the WFWF World Championship too soon to make any difference to this sh*t show of a wrestling company, and I’ve got nobody to blame but myself. Now I could blame Lila Sleater for clearly setting the scales against me, even a blind person could see that she wanted that title off of me and around David Brennan’s waist, but I won’t, because that’s the very same kind of thing I’m trying to stop. Excuses, politics, main events like this carnival show tonight… those are the kind of things this revolution is about. I had the chance to make a real difference, a chance to change things with that title around my waist and I failed. But if you think I’m done, you’re damn wrong!
The crowd cheer loudly as Bishop gets fired up.
Joe Bishop: I might have lost, but this revolution is not done! That title might not be around my waist right now, but it damn well will be soon. I’ve got a rematch coming my way and Brennan, now that I’ve felt what it’s like to have that title and lose it you can be damn sure that I’m going to fight like my life depends on it to get it back. Not just for me, but for all of these fans who deserve a champion they can look up to and a company they can respect. And Brennan, as much as I respect the things you can do in this ring, that champion is not you. You know it, I know it, these people know it. You might have changed your ways but you are not somebody these people can rally behind, you are not somebody who can change this company the way it needs to be changed. The only man here capable of doing that is me, and it doesn’t matter how much blood, sweat and tears I have to give to do it, I will get my title back. This revolution isn’t over, it’s only just-
Bishop doesn’t see it coming, because it happens so fast. Trace Demon slides into the ring from behind Bishop with that shiny black metal baseball bat in hand and, just like in weeks past, he swings it violently into the back of Bishop’s knee with a violent and sickening crack. Bishop goes to the ground immediately, microphone skidding across the ring. He grabs his knee, which is almost certainly injured, and screams in pain. All the while Trace Demon smirks from over him.
Alecia Matthews: Again? Again?! We’ve seen Trace Demon take out Devilkiller and The Future with that bat and now he’s coming after Joe Bishop? What is wrong with him?
Daniel Knight: Come on Alecia, you want to make sense out of Trace Demon’s actions? He’s been completely unhinged ever since he lost to Frank Lynn!
The boos inside the arena are deafening, but to Trace Demon it’s nothing but music to his ears, the sweet sound of hatred flowing from every single person. He stands there, twirls the bat in his hands, waiting as Bishop desperately tries to push himself to his feet. He lets him get so far up, just enough to give him some semblance of hope, and then the King of Demons swings the bat straight into the back of the knee a second time, the crack echoing out into the front row, drawing cringes from those unlucky enough to be there. Bishop collapses, holding his leg, but Trace Demon isn’t done. He kicks away Bishop’s hands, still smirking, enjoying himself, then lifts the bat up and just straight up slams it down into the knee of the former WFWF World Champion, drawing a blood curdling scream from the usually composed Brit. Trace backs up, then twirls the bat, holding it like a golf club. He takes a running start and drives it into the kneecap, letting out a shout afterwards…
Trace Demon: Four!
Trace Demon bursts into laughter while Bishop rolls around on the floor, holding his knee close to his chest, the agony clear for all to see. The Villain doesn’t look set to stop, holding the bat out as if lining up another shot, but then he notices Frank Lynn out of the corner of his eye, the Thunderbird charging down the ring full belt. Trace Demon doesn’t wait around for a fight, he drops down and rolls out of the ring just as Lynn slides into it from the opposite end. Lynn doesn’t go after him, dropping down next to Bishop, checking on him and shouting for some help. Officials and the medical team quickly follow, all racing to the ring to check on the clearly decimated knee of Joe Bishop. Trace Demon hasn’t gone far. He stands, bat in hand, atop the security barricade, grinning from ear to ear.
Trace Demon: You thought we were done?! We’re not done till I say so! Welcome back to the sh*t show, hope you survive the motherf*cking experience!
He lets out a loud cackle of a laugh and then drops down backwards from the barricade onto his feet, the King of Demons walking through the crowd to the backstage area, leaving Frank Lynn and a horde of WFWF officials and doctors to check on the knee of Joe Bishop, which is not looking good. Bishop tries to roll away from them but just flops to the floor outside the ring. The medics are down with him as they pull a stretcher board out from under the ring.
Daniel Knight: Well if that didn’t turn your stomach enough it’s time for some hard hitting action that is sure to please. The 2016 Rookie of the Year Frank Lynn versus the 2015 Rookie of the Year Lucas Crowe!
Alecia Matthews: It’s been nine months since David Brennan beat Lucas Crowe at SuperBrawl for the International title. That was the last time we saw the “Motor City Nightmare”. Nobody knows what to expect from him tonight but surely making up for that loss is high on his list.
Daniel Knight: You got that right. Not only is “Motor City Nightmare” back but he is even bigger and more menacing. To paraphrase the great Mr. T: “I pity the fool who has to step in the ring with Lucas Crowe.”
Alecia Matthews: I don’t because his opponent is a man on a mission. The “Lethal Weapon” Frank Lynn has been on roll ever since he made Ante Whitner tap out to the Dasochoku at Ultimate Supremacy. I doubt he is intimidated by Lucas Crowe any more than he was by Trace Demon, Joe Bishop, or Anna Ahriman. Frank Lynn is completely committed to the revolution and earning a shot at championship gold.
Daniel Knight: But Frank has never faced a monster like Crowe. How do you beat a building that hits back?
Alecia Matthews: We’re about to find out because Christa is in the ring to make the introductions.
The opening riff of “Welcome To My Nightmare” rings through the arena leaving those in the audience with a foreboding feeling as to what is coming next. Finally the rest of the band kicks in and out from behind the curtain saunters the nearly seven foot frame of the “Motor City Nightmare” Lucas Crowe.
As soon as Lucas Crowe is fully visible, he is greeted by a roar of approval from the audience that drowns out Alice Cooper and his band. A prodigal son has returned to the WFWF and for the moment the fans are more than happy to give him a hero’s welcome.
Crowe takes his time walking briskly down the entrance ramp, taking pause to survey some members of the crowd. Crowe gets to the ring, grabs the top rope and pulls himself up to the apron before stepping over the top rope. Crowe swings his duster jacket off and tosses it over the top rope to the floor. He shadow boxes with the turnbuckle for a moment before turning his attention to his next opponent.
Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, now entering the ring making his return to the WFWF… standing almost seven feet tall and weighing almost four hundred pounds… from Detroit, Michigan… he is the “Motor City Nightmare” Lucas Crooooowe!
There is another deafening roar from the crowd. Lucas holds his arms over his head and roars a bestial scream, reclaiming his place in the WFWF pantheon.
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 as Lucas and Frank exchange a cold hard stare, sizing each other up. 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 accompanied by his manager Daphne Velasquez… from Boston, Massachusetts… standing 6’ 2” and weighing 232 lbs... the “Lethal Weapon” Frank Lynnnnnn!
Frank approaches Lucas and extends an arm, offering his hand in a pre-match handshake as a sign of respect. Crowe looks at Frank quizzically, then slaps Frank’s hand away, throws his huge arms over his head, and roars again. The crowd’s warm reception is already cooling off towards Crowe following his disrespectful action.
Christa Adina: Lucas is having none of Frank’s honorable combat.
Daniel Knight: Lucas is here to destroy. That’s all he cares about. Screw the revolution.
The ref makes a quick show of checking each wrestler for foreign objects before signaling for the bell.
DING DING DING
Alecia Matthews: Two rookies of the year! A former champion versus a future champion! The Motor City Nightmare Lucas Crowe and the Lethal Weapon Frank Lynn meet for the first time ever right here right now!
Daniel Knight: This should be great! It will be a real test for Frank Lynn. Despite the layoff, Lucas Crowe has the experience edge to match his obvious edge in size and strength.
Alecia Matthews: It is a role reversal for Frank from his last match when he faced Anna Ahriman. In that match he was Goliath. Tonight he is David.
Lucas steps towards Frank, who to his credit does not back down. With unexpected speed for a man his size, Lucas grabs Frank by the shoulders and throws him backwards into the corner. He follows in attempting to squash Frank with his massive frame but Frank drops down to the mat and slides under his legs to get behind Crowe. Lucas turns around and is met with a dropkick that would have hit most opponents in the face but catches Lucas in the chest.
Frank follows it up with a series of chops to Lucas’ chest, then switches to kicks to Crowe’s legs. The attack only serves to anger the Motor City Nightmare and he lashes out, smacking Frank in the chest with an open hand blow that sends Lynn flying backwards. Frank rolls with the fall turning it into a backwards somersault and bounces to his feet. He keeps some space between him and Lucas while taking a quick glance down to see a red hand print on his chest. Frank looks up into Lucas’ eyes and beckons him adding a verbal taunt “Okay big man. Come at me!”
Daniel Knight: Still very much in the feeling out stage. Crowe’s power versus Frank’s speed.
Alecia Matthews: And Frank’s skill versus Crowe’s brawling. A real clash of styles.
Daniel Knight: About the only trait they share is there is no backing down in either man. Look at Frank throwing a challenge in Lucas’ face.
Lucas answers Frank’s challenge, again displaying unexpected speed as he rams Frank into the corner with a shoulder block. He follows it up with a punch to the jaw that sends spit and a tooth flying into the crowd.
Daniel Knight: Frank will be visiting the dentist tomorrow.
Alecia Matthews: Probably not the first time nor is it likely to be the last time.
Lynn quickly recovers and retaliates with a kick to Crowe’s stomach. Lynn then grabs Crowe’s head while jumping onto the second rope. Frank attempts a tornado DDT but Lucas shrugs Lynn off and tosses him across the ring.
The angry giant strides towards Frank going for a Yakuza Kick. Frank ducks so the kick only partially connects with the top of his head. Slightly dazed, Frank is still able to counter with a drop toe hold. Frank grabs Lucas’ foot and lifts it up, then slams it down driving Crowe’s knee into the mat, repeating the move several times. Then Frank hits an elbow drop to the back of Lucas’ knee and slaps on a modified ankle lock.
Alecia Matthews: No man is a giant when they are on the mat. Frank is controlling things well so far.
After an impressive display of pure strength, Crowe is able to roll over and reverse the ankle lock into a head scissors lock. Frank’s MMA instincts immediately kick in and he pushes off the mat with both hands freeing his head from between Lucas’ legs.
The two men square off again in the center of the ring. Lucas starts to move in towards Frank who counters with a super kick. Lucas pulls up and protects his head with a beefy forearm but there is no impact. Frank was only feinting a kick to the head, instead quickly resetting and kicking Lucas in the knee. Crowe drops to his knees. Frank slingshots off the second rope spinning 180 degrees in the air and hits the Spaz Attack, a Thezs press followed by hard elbow strikes to the head.
Alecia Matthews: Smart strategy and brilliant execution so far by Frank. Perhaps Lucas should have tried an easier opponent to shake off the ring rust?
Lucas Crowe covers up trying to block the vicious MMA ground and pound but Frank was waiting for him to do just that. He grabs Lucas’ arm and spins around into an armbar. Frank puts his entire body into stretching out Crowe’s arm but Lucas is too strong. He manages to lock his hands together and prevent Frank from straightening out the arm. Lucas actually sits up and looks Frank straight in the eyes while smiling!
Frank scrambles to avoid an elbow strike to his head and tries to put Crowe in a triangle choke. Lucas is having none of it, wrapping a meathook hand around Frank’s throat, slapping him with his other hand, and then throwing Frank into the corner. He charges into the corner hitting a massive flying knee to Frank’s head.
Daniel Knight: Oooooh! That looked like it hurt. Now we’re seeing some of the old Lucas Crowe, a straight up ass kicker.
Alecia Matthews: This is the Lucas Crowe who beat Cameron Stone last year. Frank may have awakened a beast.
Lucas again whips Frank across the ring into the opposite corner with enough force to shake the ring. He charges at Frank for another knee strike but Frank springs out of the corner and using Crowe’s own momentum against him, lifts him up into a fireman’s carry straight into a neck breaker. Frank’s frustration shows as instead of following up his move he retreats to the ropes to shake the cobwebs out of his head, looking at the behemoth from the Motor City slowly getting up showing no signs that anything Frank has done has hurt him.
Daniel Knight: WOW! What a display of strength by the little guy.
Alecia Matthews: Little guy? Frank is a big man in his own right and obvious strong too - strong enough to get Crowe up and over for the Ushigaroshi. See how little you look standing next to Lucas Crowe.
Daniel Knight: Ushigowhatsee? Is that a new Pokemon?
Alecia Matthews: Moron… just call the match.
Like two bulls, the wresters storm towards each other and exchange a flurry of punches, chops, and kicks. Lucas shows off his unmatched strength as each blow rocks Frank but he shows his indomitable will, standing his ground and countering every one of Lucas’ strikes with a one of his own.
Lucas goes for a short clothesline but Frank ducks under, spins around behind Lucas, and amazes the crowd when he deadlifts the huge man for a bridging german suplex!
Alecia Matthews: Early pin fall attempt by Frank. He’s putting Lucas on notice. One mistake and this is over.
Daniel Knight: That’s true for both men as one mistake by Frank and Crowe will knock his head off… literally!
The attempted pinfall only serves to make Lucas Crowe even angrier and he catches Frank by surprise, whipping him into the ropes. Frank bounces back towards Lucas who lifts him into the air for a pop up power bomb but Frank counters by kicking both feet into Crowe’s massive chest and using him as a launching pad for a back flip.
Crowe stumbles backwards and looks at Frank, releasing his rage in a roar before charging. Frank can’t get out of the way. Crowe catches him in a bear hug, squeezing tight while lifting Frank’s feet off the mat and swinging him around for added pressure. Then the Motor City Nightmare hits a bone crushing belly to belly suplex. He goes for a cover.
Daniel Knight: Powerful suplex but not enough to put Frank Lynn down. He has too much heart to be beat that easily.
Alecia Matthews: Neither man is going to give up easily. Too much is on the line. Respect, momentum, a potential future title shot, and of course continued success for the revolution.
Daniel Knight: I’m sure Lucas Crowe wants to win for the revolution.
Alecia Matthews: Assh*le. Call. The. Damn. Match!
Clearly frustrated, Lucas lifts Frank up and whips him into the ropes, going for and hitting a pop up power bomb and going for another cover.
Once again frustrated by Frank Lynn’s resilience, Crowe lifts Frank up with a giant paw on either side of his head. He smiles sadistically and headbutts Frank, who stumbles backwards into the ropes. Crowe charges in and hits a clothesline that sends Frank over the top rope and crashing down to the floor.
Daphne comes over to check on Frank, whispering words of encouragement into his ear while Crowe looks on menacingly and the ref starts a count. Daphne gets the ref to back Crowe away from the ropes so she can help Frank get back in the ring while giving him a few last words of instruction.
Alecia Matthews: I’m surprised Lucas Crowe didn’t follow Frank Lynn to the floor. Maybe he is a changed man.
Daniel Knight: Or not… look out ref.
Lucas shoves the referee out of the way and starts punching Frank, forcing him back into the ropes. Frank tries to bob and weave but can’t avoid Crowe’s fists. He’s looking dazed and confused. The crowd shows their support of the revolutionary by chanting.
LET’S GO FRANK!
Crowe pauses in his assault and sneers at the crowd.
Daniel Knight: There’s the Lucas Crowe we know and love.
Alecia Knight: Well, the Lucas Crowe we know at least. Not so sure about the love part.
Frank uses the opening, stomping on Crowe’s feet until the big man hops backwards away from the unexpected and unorthodox attack. Frank follows it up attempting a running shoulder block that Crowe shrugs off. Frank tries again but Crowe shrugs it off. Frank tries a third shoulder block, but changes course and runs around Crowe to bounce off the ropes. Now coming at Lucas from behind, Frank leaps into the air and flies over Crowe, grabbing Crowe’s head as he flies and hitting a bulldog!
Finally, Lucas goes down.
Frank keeps a tight hold on Crowe’s head and smashes his face into the mat a half dozen times. Frank keeps up the aggression attacking Lucas at a fast pace, hitting three consecutive elbow drops to the back Crowe’s neck. Lucas Crowe still resists and struggles to his feet but Frank is ready. He takes the giant back down to the mat with an STO and locks on the Dasochoku!
Alecia Matthews: DASOCHOKU! This is the first real attempt by either wrestler to finish the match.
Daniel Knight: But can Frank get the hold on properly. It looks like Lucas Crowe’s massive size is giving Frank problems.
Frank grapevines his legs around Crowe’s body but struggles to lock them into place. Crowe is able to counter the Dasochoku, squeezing a hand between Frank’s arm and his own throat. Slowly, ever so slowly, Crowe is able to create separation and eventually break the hold.
A shocked Frank Lynn backs away. Daphne shouts some words of encouragement about thinking outside the box. Lucas looks at Frank with a mix of respect and disdain.
The two men circle each other. Then, to everyones surprise, Frank sticks his arms up in the air challenging Lucas to a test of strength. Lucas laughs at Frank, then willingly locks hands with his smaller opponent.
Alecia Matthews: What the hell is Frank thinking?
Daniel Knight: Is he seriously going to test his strength against Crowe? He must have suffered a head trauma earlier in the match that we missed. This is insane.
For a few seconds they have an actual test of strength but it is obvious to everyone that Lucas has a clear advantage as he overpowers Frank and starts to push him down to his knees. Then Frank falls backwards pulling Lucas down with him. At the same time Frank kicks his legs up into Lucas’ abdomen creating a fulcrum. Using Lucas momentum against him again, Frank hits a monkey toss that sends Crowe flipping head over heels into the turnbuckles, one of his feet getting caught up in the ropes.
Frank’s eyes light up!
Alecia Matthews: Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant! Frank just played Lucas like a cheap guitar.
Daniel Knight: He better make good use of it or a very pissed off Lucas Crowe is going to rip his head off and throw it into the crowd as a souvenir.
Daphne: What are you waiting for?! Get to work Frank!
Lucas is temporarily caught in the tree of woe. Frank gets a running start and hits a dropkick to his trapped foes’ face.
Frank frees Lucas’ foot from the ropes and stomps on him several times so that Lucas is lying facedown on the mat. Frank leaps up and hits a split legged moonsault landing on the small of the back.
Frank rolls Crowe over and covers him.
Frank grabs Lucas around the waist and attempts to lift him for a german suplex but Lucas blocks. Lucas then rips Franks hands apart and spins around behind him, locking in the Motor City Blackout!
Daniel Knight: See, just like I said. Lucas got up and now we get to see him squeeze Frank Lynn’s head until it pops like a pimple.
Alecia Matthews: Yeah, uh… thanks for that image. You do have a point… sort of. Frank didn’t capitalize when he had the chance and now its The Motor City Nightmare’s turn to give Frank a few nightmares of his own.
Lucas lifts Frank up so that legs dance in the air inches above the mat increasing the pressure in the hopes that Frank will submit or pass out. Frank fights the choke but starts to fade.
The ref steps in, lifts Frank’s arm, and releases it. It falls limply to his side.
Daphne starts to pound the ring apron trying to get the crowd fired up. They respond.
LET’S GO FRANK!
The ref lifts the arm a second time and again it falls limply.
LET’S GO FRANK!
The ref checks for the third and final time. Frank’s arm starts to fall but stops halfway.
LET’S GO FRANK!
Frank forms a fist and raises his arm, feeding off the energy of the crowd.
Sensing that Frank is not going to give up nor is he going to pass out, Lucas starts to shake him violently from side to side. Frank’s face is turning from a bright red to a sickly blueish purple (or is it purplish blue?) but he is still fighting the choke. He uses the swinging motion Lucas provided to propel one of his legs high over his head and kick Lucas in the head. Lucas falls to his knees. As he falls, Frank reaches up to grab Crowe’s head and he hits a jawbreaker. Lucas releases the hold and stumbles backwards holding his jaw. Frank falls to his hands and knees gasping for air.
Alecia Matthews: That was damn close for Frank but he got out of the Motor City Blackout!
Daniel Knight: Not many can say that. But, Frank is still in trouble. Lucas is just getting started.
Lucas recovers faster than Frank and he is furious now. He lifts Frank above his head in a gorilla press and struts around the ring so everyone can see how he is dominating the Lethal Weapon.
Lucas starts running towards the ring ropes with Frank still held above his head. Just as Lucas collides with the ropes he releases Frank and throws him as far as he can. Frank flies through the air out of the ring, over the security barriers, and into the crowd finally crashing back to earth in the third row.
HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T!
Daniel Knight: Holy sh*t is right! Lucas Crowe just launched Frank Lynn into the crowd like a… I don’t know… a lawn dart? Has that been used before?
Alecia Matthews: That could have been disaster for Frank but guess what? The fans caught him! It looks like Frank Lynn’s army that he was recruiting at a rally earlier today is paying dividends. They are actually helping him.
Franks landing is cushioned by the fans, many wearing “Join the Revolution!” shirts. They are very kind to him as they gently body surf him back towards the ring.
Lucas sees the fans helping Frank and that makes him even angrier. He slides out of the ring and moves towards the front row, screaming at the fans the whole time.
Alecia Matthews: Remember what I said about this maybe being a new Lucas Crowe because he didn’t leave the ring? Well, I was wrong. This is absolutely the Motor City Nightmare we all remember and he is coming for Frank Lynn.
Frank says something to the fans holding him up and they nod, then surf him to the security barrier where they lift him into a standing position on top of the barrier. Frank gives them a quick thumbs up and then leaps towards Lucas hitting a beautiful flying forearm that knocks Crowe into the ring apron.
Frank slams Lucas into the ring apron again with a shoulder tackle. Lucas responds by dropping huge forearm blows to Frank’s back. Frank tries to create some space between them but Crowe manages to pick him up. Lucas then slams Frank’s back into the ring post. Lucas keeps his hold on Frank and sees something that makes him smile… the kind of smile that scares women, children, men, grizzly bears… pretty much anything that breathes.
Daniel Knight: Alecia…
Alecia Matthews: What?
Daniel Knight: RUN!
Alecia Matthews: When you’re right, you’re right Daniel. Later folks. Provide your own damn commentary!
Lucas gets a running start and slams Frank through the announcer’s table!
HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T!
Daphne runs over and tries to pull Lucas away from Frank’s prone body lying amidst the wreckage of the table. Lucas stands up and almost hits her but stops. He glances back towards the ring where the ref is counting both wrestlers out. The ref is up to 12 already!
Crowe makes his way back to the ring where he grabs the ref and interrupts the count! The ref pushes him away and starts a new count. 1… Lucas stops the count again, waving a finger in the ref’s face.
Lucas Crowe: I don’t win by count out!
On the floor, Daphne picks up a bottle from the shattered pieces of the table and splashes water in Frank’s face. He slowly comes around with a look of distress on his face.
Frank Lynn: That… f*cking… hurt…
Daphne: Shake it off! Take a drink and get back in the ring. There’s a giant dumbass in need of an asskicking.
The ref, having been intimidated into inaction by the Motor City Nightmare, lets Frank take all the time he needs while keeping a wary eye on Lucas Crowe, who is stalking around the ring waiting to dish out more punishment.
Frank climbs up onto the apron. Lucas quickly goes over to Frank, grabbing his head and setting him up for an over the top rope suplex. He lifts Frank up but at the apex Frank twists around so that he lands on his feet. Frank quickly grabs Lucas by the waist and rolls him up for a cover.
Lucas gets up first and whips Frank into the ropes. On the bounce back Frank is greeted by Lucas big boot and he falls to the mat. Lucas goes for a cover.
Again Lucas is up first and he starts to pick up Frank. Frank counters, going for a fireman’s carry into a Death Valley Driver. Cover attempt.
Alecia Matthews: We’re back, calling the action from a safe distance. Unbelievable sequence of pin attempts by both men.
Daniel Knight: I’m amazed Frank is able to stand much less fight.
Alecia Matthews: One thing that has been obvious about Frank Lynn all the way back to his debut: he does not go down without a fight!
Daniel Knight: Good for him because Lucas Crowe is bringing the fight to Frank. Any ring rust is gone. The Motor City Nightmare is back!
Frank has found a new gear and bounces up, heading to the turnbuckles. He leaps up to the top turnbuckle and leaps off for a five star frog splash.
But wait! Lucas is back on his feet and he catches Frank, then tosses him over his head for a fall away slam.
Lucas picks Frank up and whips him into the ropes. As Frank bounces off the ropes and comes towards him, Crowe wraps his arm around Frank’s neck and spins around, once again locking on the Motor City Blackout.
Daniel Knight: The MOTOR CITY BLACKOUT again! Can Frank escape it a second time?
Alecia Matthews: I have my doubts.
Still spinning from his momentum off the ropes, Frank shows his flexibility and lifts his leg over his head to knee Lucas in the face. Stunned, Lucas releases the hold. Frank kicks him in the stomach several times until Lucas is bent over, then grabs his head and drops him with a DDT.
Once they are down on the mat, Frank wraps Lucas up in the Dasochoku, frantically trying to lock his legs so he can get maximum pressure. He simply can’t lock his legs around Lucas’ huge body. Lucas is fading but far too slowly. He is slowly dragging Frank towards the ropes for a break and will get there before he has to tap.
Daphne: You can still use your legs! Come on Frank, just like we practiced!
Alecia Matthews: Frank’s manager with some sage words of wisdom for him. Daphne is Frank’s x-factor in these big matches.
Daniel Knight: I’m surprised more wrestlers don’t have managers. Sometimes you need eyes in the back of your head to survive in the WFWF. Daphne is Frank’s extra set of eyes.
Daphne’s words drive home the point. Frank releases the Dasochoku and hits a leg drop. He wraps his right leg around Crowe’s neck, then locks his left leg over his right leg and Crowe’s left shoulder. Frank then grabs his left ankle with both hands and pulls back with all his might, screaming as he pushes himself to his limits.
Alecia Matthews: That’s what Daphne meant. Frank is using his legs to put on a variation of the DASOCHOKU that he can lock in.
Daniel Knight: Can Lucas power out of this hold? Is Frank about to pull off another win?
Lucas struggles mightily but this time there is no breaking the hold, no resisting the pressure. He tries to twist his lower body around to get closer to the ropes but that ends up increasing the pressure on his neck.
The crowd is fully behind Frank Lynn and start to chant.
TAP! TAP! TAP!
Ten seconds pass. Lucas’ struggles continue but Frank doesn’t let up.
Alecia Matthews: Will he tap? Can Frank chop the giant down to size?
TAP! TAP! TAP!
Twenty seconds and Lucas starts to fade, his face covered in sweat from his efforts.
TAP! TAP! TAP!
Thirty seconds and Lucas’ eyes start to roll up. He makes one last effort to twist free but Frank is not letting go.
Lucas Crowe slowly lifts his right arm, places his hand on Frank’s leg, and taps it three times.
Frank release the hold and collapses backwards, completely spent. Daphne rushes into the ring and hugs him.
The ref signals for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Christa Adina: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of the match… the Lethal Weapon Frank Lyyyyyyynnnnnnnn!
Daniel Knight: Another impressive win for Frank Lynn and the revolution. He took down a monster in the ring tonight.
Alecia Matthews: Yes he did. That may be his most impressive victory yet.
Daphne jumps into the ring and hugs Frank while the ref raises his hand.
Once they are both back on their feet, Frank goes over to Lucas and starts to extend his hand, but stops when he sees the wreckage of the announcer’s table he was slammed through. He pulls his hand back, then points at what used to be the table.
Frank Lynn: That’s not the revolution way, Luke. Nor is it the winning way.
They scowl at each for a moment, then Lucas leaves the ring followed a few seconds later by Frank Lynn and Daphne. As Frank and Daphne make their way up the ramp, the crowd sends them off with a chant.
THIS IS WRESTLING!
Daniel Knight: We’ll be right back after a short break.
Alecia Matthews: Maybe we can get a new table out here in time to call the next match.