Post by King Richius on Sept 30, 2017 17:57:31 GMT -5
Prologue: The King is Dead! Long Live the King!
Fort Lauderdale, Florida : September 16, 2017 : Ashes to Ashes
Trace Demon is a petty little bitch.
Just had to get that out there for the half dozen cave dwellers who aren’t already in the know.
I was as ready as I would ever be for my match with Lucas Crowe and made my way to the gorilla position as we were going on first. I was pleasantly surprised to see Joe Bishop already in the ring addressing the crowd and promising that the revolution would fight on.
Okay, not everything he said was sitting well with me. Seems like his lordship conveniently forgot that there was more to the revolution than just him and his title. Not one word about me and the work I was doing to turn his words into real actions. Not even a nod or wave to the many fans wearing shirts or holding up signs they got at the rather successful rally I held just a few short hours ago.
At least we still believed in the same goal. I was sure we could work out our differences once we could sit down and talk. We don’t need titles to bring about change. They’re just the icing on the cake.
CRACK!
SON OF A BITCH!
Trace Demon struck again. My legs couldn’t get me to the ring fast enough. I chased off Demon, sort of, but the damage was already done.
I could tell from the look in Joe’s eyes. He was hurt. Bad.
I could see the light in his eyes dim, the fires of the revolution fading away as Joe realizes his failure was complete. Trace Demon finished the job David Brennan started.
I turned to see Trace Demon gloating, celebrating by standing on the security barriers with a sh*t eating grin on his face and reminding us all why he is the King of the Sh*t Show.
Hope you survive the motherf*cking experience!
I wanted to take that bat and shove it up his ass.
I didn’t.
That wouldn’t be the revolution way. Instead, I gave Trace a death stare that would scare any sane man into leaving the country. I have every intention of turning his own words into a prophecy against him: we will meet again and when we do it is he who better hope he survives the experience.
Trace didn’t even notice. Five minutes into the show and he just made it all about him, as usual. That’s all that matters to the egomaniac. As far as he is concerned, the monkeys in the production truck can fade to black and roll the credits.
F*ck you Trace Demon.
You think you killed the revolution?
Hell no!
The revolution is like a mythical Hydra, you cut one head off and another grows to take its place. I’m ready to lead the revolution to places Joe could only imagine.
It won’t happen tonight, probably not at the next show, but soon enough.
I have a plan and it will change the WFWF forever.
WFWF Uprising RP
Why So Serious?
featuring Frank Lynn
It's a stinking world because there's no law and order anymore!
Framingham, MA : September 21, 2017
CRACK!
The axe connects with the trunk of the tree sending wood chips flying. I’ve been at it for thirty minutes and am a third of the way through the massive tree.
The tree was old and in need of some pruning before the lightning strike. After getting hit it was a real hazard and had to come down. I could have hired a professional to come in and do the job down in minutes with a chainsaw but I decided to do it myself the old fashioned way.
Call it therapy. I’ve watched Trace Demon do a lot of swinging with his baseball bat recently, chopping down some legendary trees in the WFWF. Maybe an afternoon doing some swinging of my own would help me understand what is going on in the psychopath’s head.
Maybe not.
All I’m getting from this is some sore shoulders and a feeling of sadness because this once majestic tree is coming to an untimely demise. That’s probably for the best as the less I can understand the joy Trace takes in his cowardly actions, the less likely it is that I will ever go down that road.
Uprising card is up. You’re on it.
Sarah stops a few feet clear of my axe swing zone, one hand brushing her hair out of her eyes and the other swiping away at her phone.
You drew Danny Young. Lucas Crowe versus Trace Demon in the main event.
And…
And nothing. That’s it.
What! Two f*cking matches? There has to be more. Is one of them a best two falls out of three or sixty minute iron man match or a three stages of hell match?
Nope. Nothing special about either match.
I stop chopping away at the tree, take the phone from Sarah, and look at the card for myself. This is shocking. This is appalling. This is why the WFWF needs the revolution.
I know that look. What are you thinking?
I’m thinking this is more fuel for the revolution fire. Good thing I have some time to spin it before Uprising. I’ve been knocking on Lila’s door for a while now. Time to kick it down.
All part of your top secret plan?
Yep.
Still not going to tell me what your brilliant idea is?
Not yet. Give it time.
Back to chopping the tree. Sarah continues to scan her phone. The thwack of the axe taking chunks out of the tree is the only sound for a few minutes until Sarah starts laughing.
Care to share? I could use a good laugh.
I found an archive of videos Danny Young has made. They’re so bad they’re good.
Oh yeah, he’s a regular Steven Spielberg.
You know, it’s not a bad thing to have a little fun. Not only is it professional wrestling but it is also sports entertainment. Ent… Er… Tain… Ment.
I stop chopping again. Sarah has never been shy about her opinions, particularly when it comes to reminding me that I didn’t have to take on the role of a revolutionary trying to fix all the problems in the WFWF. She would prefer that I concentrate on advancing my own career and let everybody else take care of themselves.
She’s right. I don’t have to do this. I volunteered to join and now to lead the revolution. I’ve tried to explain why to her many times. Her bringing up fun and entertainment gives me one more chance.
I have nothing against fun. Hell, I tried my hand at it when I first got to the WFWF. It was before we met. I paid two local indy guys to come out dressed as Drakz and Joshua Dean. Had them slap fight with each other like two teenage girls. Then Mike and I “beat” them to win a pair of toy tag team belts. I thought it was funny. So did the fans. Joshua Dean wasn’t quite so entertained. Came to the ring with a baseball bat and chased us out of the ring.
Joshua Dean? The same guy who was your mentor?
Yep. You could say we didn’t exactly hit it off at first. I needed a few months to come around. Back then, I was trying to fit into the WFWF… you know, be less of a stone faced MMA fighter and more of a fun loving high flying wrestler. But all I did was piss off Joshua Dean. He took it as a sign of disrespect. At the next show he and Drakz handed me my first loss. And my first lesson in how things really work in the WFWF.
Drakz took me to school WFWF style. Slammed me through some electrical equipment. Handcuffed me to the ring post. Beat me unconscious with a chair. I still owe the son of a bitch for it.
That’s why you have to be mister super serious all the time? One guy didn’t laugh at your joke so you become this somber crusader for justice?
Hey, I’d love to be a funny guy like Danny Young. But it has no place in the WFWF. Look at the typical show. It’s all psychos and lunatics and ultra-violence. Alex and the Droogs wild night out. Beat people with a big stick for sh*ts and giggles. Sing “Singing in the Rain” while raping your wife right in front of you. Re-enact your favorite torture scene from the “Saw” movies. Cap it off with a gruesome slasher kill by Jason and his machete. Some seriously sick f*cking sh*t.
And then it’s time to call in Doctor McLovin’ to handle all the f*cking casualties. Patient Dog was a human barbecue. Patient Bishop has a busted leg. Patient Whitner’s intestines are hanging out of a hole in his abdomen. Patient Schneider… well he’s just plain f*cked and may be beyond help. Black tag him and move on to the next victim.
There is nothing funny about the WFWF. Danny Young should be begging me to join the revolution. There is a place in a post revolution WFWF for someone like him with his entertainment outside the ring, ass kicking inside the ring approach. There is no place for him in the current WFWF. He’s too normal, too sane to survive in the asylum.
I’ll be doing him a favor by beating some sense into him. Either he joins me and the revolution grows stronger or he takes his lumps and learns the same lesson I learned a year ago. Funny doesn’t cut it. You have to take this sh*t seriously or you will get f*cked.
I guess I got carried away. I didn’t notice when Sarah put her ear buds in to listen to music. I just kept on ranting until I ran out of steam. By the time I stopped, she was halfway back to the house.
Sarah? Sarah! I’m sorry, I got carried away. You know how I get when we talk about the revolution.
It’s okay Frank. I’m not in the mood for serious right now. I’m going to grab a bottle of wine, a couple of glasses, and get naked in the hot tub. When you’re done being serious, feel free to join me. Or should I call Mr. Young? Maybe he’d like to make a new video.
Thank God she added a wink and smile to let me know she was just kidding about that last part.
As much as I want to follow her, I can’t leave the tree half way chopped down so I pick up the axe and get back to work… swinging away at a noticeably faster rate than before. It gives me time to think about what she said.
I came to the WFWF to have fun. I used to jump out of airplanes or race ATVs for fun. I was your classic adrenaline junkie who came to the WFWF to combine MMA fighting with high flying wrestling, someone who wanted to put smiles on the fan’s faces as much as he wanted to win.
Then it all came crashing down, both in and out of the ring. The losses in the ring, the murders outside of it.
I can’t even remember the last time I went sky diving or rock climbing. My social life has become a series of meetings with various people to discuss wrestling, the WFWF, the revolution, Legacy, and so on. Hell, I haven’t had a single shot of tequila in months.
Am I leading the cause or losing myself to the cause? It ate up Joe. I have to be careful it doesn’t do the same to me.
I need the revolution to succeed… and soon. The WFWF still hasn’t seen the real Frank Lynn and it won’t until I can go to that ring wrestling for a promotion I am proud to be a part of, not one I am scared will be the death of me.
Maybe then I can start to have fun.
Because Sarah has a point. I’m forgetting how to enjoy myself. It’s making me a dull miserable bore.
Come on you stupid tree. Fall down so I can join Sarah in the hot tub.
Framingham, MA : September 24, 2017
Are you enjoying your time in the WFWF, Danny boy?
It sure seems like you are. You’ve painted a pretty picture of a family man with a sense of humor outside the ring and a deadly serious demeanor inside the ring.
You approach every match with this odd mix of “I don’t care” and “I will kick your ass”. You spend valuable training time producing your videos that make light of everything and everyone in the WFWF, then follow it up with the usual intimidating words about being “the wrestler” who is “the uncrowned champion”, closing it out with a cheeky “gotcha” and leave us guessing as to who or what we will actually be facing in the ring.
Are you a buffoon or a badass?
Is it all about the show or the win for you?
I’m sure by now you’ve worked up some nice staged piece addressing our match. I’m sure you are going to mock me for my revolution. I’m sure you are going to remind me that while I’m trying to save the WFWF all you want to do is show your superiority by beating me down like you did that over the hill lifer with substance abuse issues.
I can see it now.
A dirty interrogation room in a run down police station. Danny Young in Joker make-up hand cuffed to a table. Opposite him, half hidden in the shadows of the poorly lit room, Frank Lynn in a Batman costume. Danny-Joker smiles and makes jokes while Frank-Batman grimaces and speaks in a menacing growl. The two get face to face, so close that their foreheads touch and their sweat mingles together to drip off each others noses onto the metal table. The verbal game of oneupmanship ends with Danny-Joker asking Frank-Batman “Why so serious?” and breaking into a maniacal laugh. Fade to black.
Well, if I was you that’s how I would do it. Who knows where you’ll go with it.
Whatever you end up doing, I applaud you for your efforts. You are right after all. The WFWF is far too serious. The fun factor, the entertainment side of professional wrestling is lost amidst the psychopaths who embrace the violence, revel in the broken bodies they leave in their wake, and prefer to shock rather than entertain the fans.
In fact, I daresay you should give serous thought to joining the revolution.
Really, I mean it. Hear me out.
In the current WFWF you don’t fit. You are a nice guy just trying to have a little fun.
Just like Hugh Jass and The Dog Who Eats Cheeseburgers (through a feeding tube).
They wanted to have fun.
They became victims.
Just like you will be if you aren’t careful.
Right now, you’re a mime in Central Park on New Year’s Eve. You think you’re entertaining the masses but in truth the smiles on their faces are from them imagining sticking a foot up your ass.
Those smiling watching you are Trace Demon, Phillip Schneider, David Brennan, Michael Kyzer, Drakz, Lucas Crowe, and so on. They are not nice people, they are not entertained by you, and they will hurt you just for looking at them cross-eyed.
The battle lines are already drawn, have been for years now. What side are you on, Mr. Young?
Join the revolution and help me build a WFWF where there is room for the fun guy who wants to both entertain and wrestle.
Or spit in the face of change. Make light of my efforts and take your place amongst the barbarians who ignore the rules of civilized behavior and honorable combat.
And get your ass handed to you by the one man trying to make a difference.
Trace Demon thinks he killed the revolution when he injured Joe Bishop. He’s wrong.
David Brennan has never even considered the revolution to be a serious movement, instead choosing to believe people like Joe and I are self righteous, arrogant morons with a collection of white hats and halos in our closets. He’s wrong too.
Don’t be the guy who thinks I am taking things far too seriously for my own good. Don’t be one of those fools who think “It won’t happen to me” because it will. I guarantee it.
I will make the WFWF a better place. You can join me and be part of the solution or you can fight me and be part of the problem.
It’s no skin off my nose if I have to add you to the list of wrestlers I’ve beaten. I’d rather have a few allies and friends in the cause but I will do this alone if I must.
Make your choice, Danny boy.
Are you a revolutionary or a barbarian?
Boston, MA : September 29, 2017
Another day of training at the Legacy. Lots of sparring against the MMA fighters who use the facilities to prepare for their next big fight. Lots of heavy striking leaving me sore all over.
You better bring your best Danny Young because I feel like I could take a hit from a speeding bus, bounce back up, and choke you out.
Good day today Tiger. Nice to see you return to form after your day off playing paintball.
Hey Daphne. So I took a day off to forget about the WFWF and the revolution. It was Sarah’s idea. All work and no play makes Frank go crazy… or something like that.
I wonder if Sarah knows what is best for you. Besides, how relaxing is it to play paintball with the Dixons? You know those boys consider the first day of hunting season to be a national holiday.
She has a point. Daryl, Zeke, Eli, and the other Dixons treated me like a twelve point buck all day long. They took great joy in embarrassing their boss.
But it was fun competing for the sake of competing. When we were done, there were no hard feelings, just smiles, jokes, and the obligatory promises of “I’ll get you next time.”
I do now. When we were done I looked like a Jackson Pollack painting. They’re some damn good shots.
Well, I hope you’re back refreshed and ready for another tough fight. Danny Young is a tough opponent.
I’m ready for him. Mentally and physically.
Do you think he will consider your offer and join the revolution?
I’d sh*t my pants right in the middle of the ring if Danny Young came out in a revolution t-shirt and accepted my offer.
My only supporters so far are fans and Cameron Stone. Thanks Cam, the shirt is in the mail.
Nope. He’ll come out just like Lucas did and refuse my handshake. This is the guy who had Sean Casey beat but instead of going for the pin he kept on kicking the man while he was down until the ref had to stop the match. All he cares about is himself, just like Lucas and his new quest to make lots of money so he can retire rich. They’re all fools so wrapped up in their own careers that they can’t see the forest through the trees. The revolution needs men of vision and that is not Danny Young.
Then why make the offer?
It’s the right thing to do. Maybe one day one of these guys will surprise me and say yes. I’ll keep extending the hand of friendship. I’ll keep hoping for an opponent who believes in change. If they turn me down and smash me through a table, then I’ll beat some sense into them.
Like that worked on Trace Demon. Beating him only made things worse.
Who would have thought beating Trace Demon would be the worst possible outcome of our street fight? But that’s what it has become. The attention whore lost to a “mistake” like me and it pushed him over the edge. He’s afraid to get in the ring and have a match. All he can do is sneak up behind people and break their bones with his beloved baseball bat.
I broke Trace Demon and that has made the WFWF a much worse place.
Trace is a special kind of crazy. I don’t think beating him will ever be enough. One day, and soon, I’m going to have to eliminate him entirely.
That’s not a very revolution thing to say. Joe wouldn’t approve, not that I care that much what Sir Bishop has to say. He had the right idea but his methods were all wrong.
This is war. There will be casualties. If Joe were here now I think he’d agree. So would Josh but he’s gone too. I’m the last man standing. It’s up to me to make things right. That means admitting some people can’t be saved.
I hope that includes Schneider. I thought he was public enemy number one after what he did to the Dog.
He was but it looks like Ante solved the problem for us.
*sigh*
I look at Ante and it scares the sh*t out of me. Look at what the WFWF did to him. He is certifiably insane and it is all because of what people like Schneider put him through. There’s no coming back for Ante. He’s ready for a rubber room at Arkham.
Don’t let what happened to Joe or Ante discourage you. Its your revolution now. You are strong enough to lead. Don’t let the bad sh*t happen to anybody else.
I won’t. I have big plans for Uprising and beating Danny Young is just a part of it. The revolution is going to make a huge statement.
Joe spent far too long talking about change but doing too little to make it happen. All he did was prove the old saying: “Talk is cheap.”
Now he’s gone. It’s up to me.
I can’t afford to wait like Joe. If he can get taken out, so can I. The only person watching my back is Daphne and honestly, that’s not enough. Time is not on my side.
That’s why Uprising is D-Day for the revolution. Time to storm the beaches and force the issue. Go big or go home.
Houston, TX : October 4, 2017 : Uprising
Danny Young. The wrestler. The uncrowned champion.
You got the wrestler part right. As for uncrowned champion, only time will tell but for my money, you may be over billing yourself.
Face it Danny boy, if you really are the uncrowned champion you would have managed to beat Joe Bishop or David Brennan.
You didn’t. Just like a lot of us on the roster. Welcome to the club.
Now you have to eat your humble pie and start over, work your way up the ladder by winning matches against other rising stars.
I am your next test. If you really are the uncrowned champion then beating me should be easy, right?
After all, who is Frank Lynn?
A former MMA fighter who turned professional wrestler less than two years ago and is too busy leading a revolution to concentrate on his own wrestling career.
An easy target for you, right?
Nope.
I may not have the championship credentials of a Bishop or Brennan but don’t you dare think I’m a step down in competition. Others have made that mistake and I put them to sleep for it.
You’re still playing with the big boys.
If there is an uncrowned champion in this fight, it is me.
Don’t be fooled by all my revolution activities. Yes, I want to change the WFWF and I will do everything I can to make it happen.
But I am a wrestler first and have the same goal as any other WFWF wrestler. I want to stand in the center of the ring and show everyone that I am one of the best wrestlers in the world today. I want championship gold around my waist.
All you are is the next guy I have to beat to show Lila Sleater I am a worthy contender and earn a title shot.
I’ve studied your matches. We share a trait: neither of us has any quit in us. We both go to that ring ready to lay it all on the line. Either we win or force our opponent to do their absolute best to beat us. If our opponent half asses it, they will lose.
This match will be as much a test of will as it is a test of skill between two men who are almost mirror images of each other inside the ring.
With one major difference.
You think you can beat me.
I know I can beat you.
Make all the videos you want, talk all the trash you want, it won’t change the fact that if you couldn’t handle Joe Bishop or David Brennan then you can’t handle me either.
The lethal weapon is locked and loaded. You are my target, Danny boy. I don’t miss.
You called yourself a dreamer. You’ll have plenty of time to dream at Uprising after I put you to sleep.
Fort Lauderdale, Florida : September 16, 2017 : Ashes to Ashes
Trace Demon is a petty little bitch.
Just had to get that out there for the half dozen cave dwellers who aren’t already in the know.
I was as ready as I would ever be for my match with Lucas Crowe and made my way to the gorilla position as we were going on first. I was pleasantly surprised to see Joe Bishop already in the ring addressing the crowd and promising that the revolution would fight on.
Okay, not everything he said was sitting well with me. Seems like his lordship conveniently forgot that there was more to the revolution than just him and his title. Not one word about me and the work I was doing to turn his words into real actions. Not even a nod or wave to the many fans wearing shirts or holding up signs they got at the rather successful rally I held just a few short hours ago.
At least we still believed in the same goal. I was sure we could work out our differences once we could sit down and talk. We don’t need titles to bring about change. They’re just the icing on the cake.
CRACK!
SON OF A BITCH!
Trace Demon struck again. My legs couldn’t get me to the ring fast enough. I chased off Demon, sort of, but the damage was already done.
I could tell from the look in Joe’s eyes. He was hurt. Bad.
I could see the light in his eyes dim, the fires of the revolution fading away as Joe realizes his failure was complete. Trace Demon finished the job David Brennan started.
I turned to see Trace Demon gloating, celebrating by standing on the security barriers with a sh*t eating grin on his face and reminding us all why he is the King of the Sh*t Show.
Hope you survive the motherf*cking experience!
I wanted to take that bat and shove it up his ass.
I didn’t.
That wouldn’t be the revolution way. Instead, I gave Trace a death stare that would scare any sane man into leaving the country. I have every intention of turning his own words into a prophecy against him: we will meet again and when we do it is he who better hope he survives the experience.
Trace didn’t even notice. Five minutes into the show and he just made it all about him, as usual. That’s all that matters to the egomaniac. As far as he is concerned, the monkeys in the production truck can fade to black and roll the credits.
F*ck you Trace Demon.
You think you killed the revolution?
Hell no!
The revolution is like a mythical Hydra, you cut one head off and another grows to take its place. I’m ready to lead the revolution to places Joe could only imagine.
It won’t happen tonight, probably not at the next show, but soon enough.
I have a plan and it will change the WFWF forever.
WFWF Uprising RP
Why So Serious?
featuring Frank Lynn
It's a stinking world because there's no law and order anymore!
Framingham, MA : September 21, 2017
CRACK!
The axe connects with the trunk of the tree sending wood chips flying. I’ve been at it for thirty minutes and am a third of the way through the massive tree.
The tree was old and in need of some pruning before the lightning strike. After getting hit it was a real hazard and had to come down. I could have hired a professional to come in and do the job down in minutes with a chainsaw but I decided to do it myself the old fashioned way.
Call it therapy. I’ve watched Trace Demon do a lot of swinging with his baseball bat recently, chopping down some legendary trees in the WFWF. Maybe an afternoon doing some swinging of my own would help me understand what is going on in the psychopath’s head.
Maybe not.
All I’m getting from this is some sore shoulders and a feeling of sadness because this once majestic tree is coming to an untimely demise. That’s probably for the best as the less I can understand the joy Trace takes in his cowardly actions, the less likely it is that I will ever go down that road.
Uprising card is up. You’re on it.
Sarah stops a few feet clear of my axe swing zone, one hand brushing her hair out of her eyes and the other swiping away at her phone.
You drew Danny Young. Lucas Crowe versus Trace Demon in the main event.
And…
And nothing. That’s it.
What! Two f*cking matches? There has to be more. Is one of them a best two falls out of three or sixty minute iron man match or a three stages of hell match?
Nope. Nothing special about either match.
I stop chopping away at the tree, take the phone from Sarah, and look at the card for myself. This is shocking. This is appalling. This is why the WFWF needs the revolution.
I know that look. What are you thinking?
I’m thinking this is more fuel for the revolution fire. Good thing I have some time to spin it before Uprising. I’ve been knocking on Lila’s door for a while now. Time to kick it down.
All part of your top secret plan?
Yep.
Still not going to tell me what your brilliant idea is?
Not yet. Give it time.
Back to chopping the tree. Sarah continues to scan her phone. The thwack of the axe taking chunks out of the tree is the only sound for a few minutes until Sarah starts laughing.
Care to share? I could use a good laugh.
I found an archive of videos Danny Young has made. They’re so bad they’re good.
Oh yeah, he’s a regular Steven Spielberg.
You know, it’s not a bad thing to have a little fun. Not only is it professional wrestling but it is also sports entertainment. Ent… Er… Tain… Ment.
I stop chopping again. Sarah has never been shy about her opinions, particularly when it comes to reminding me that I didn’t have to take on the role of a revolutionary trying to fix all the problems in the WFWF. She would prefer that I concentrate on advancing my own career and let everybody else take care of themselves.
She’s right. I don’t have to do this. I volunteered to join and now to lead the revolution. I’ve tried to explain why to her many times. Her bringing up fun and entertainment gives me one more chance.
I have nothing against fun. Hell, I tried my hand at it when I first got to the WFWF. It was before we met. I paid two local indy guys to come out dressed as Drakz and Joshua Dean. Had them slap fight with each other like two teenage girls. Then Mike and I “beat” them to win a pair of toy tag team belts. I thought it was funny. So did the fans. Joshua Dean wasn’t quite so entertained. Came to the ring with a baseball bat and chased us out of the ring.
Joshua Dean? The same guy who was your mentor?
Yep. You could say we didn’t exactly hit it off at first. I needed a few months to come around. Back then, I was trying to fit into the WFWF… you know, be less of a stone faced MMA fighter and more of a fun loving high flying wrestler. But all I did was piss off Joshua Dean. He took it as a sign of disrespect. At the next show he and Drakz handed me my first loss. And my first lesson in how things really work in the WFWF.
Drakz took me to school WFWF style. Slammed me through some electrical equipment. Handcuffed me to the ring post. Beat me unconscious with a chair. I still owe the son of a bitch for it.
That’s why you have to be mister super serious all the time? One guy didn’t laugh at your joke so you become this somber crusader for justice?
Hey, I’d love to be a funny guy like Danny Young. But it has no place in the WFWF. Look at the typical show. It’s all psychos and lunatics and ultra-violence. Alex and the Droogs wild night out. Beat people with a big stick for sh*ts and giggles. Sing “Singing in the Rain” while raping your wife right in front of you. Re-enact your favorite torture scene from the “Saw” movies. Cap it off with a gruesome slasher kill by Jason and his machete. Some seriously sick f*cking sh*t.
And then it’s time to call in Doctor McLovin’ to handle all the f*cking casualties. Patient Dog was a human barbecue. Patient Bishop has a busted leg. Patient Whitner’s intestines are hanging out of a hole in his abdomen. Patient Schneider… well he’s just plain f*cked and may be beyond help. Black tag him and move on to the next victim.
There is nothing funny about the WFWF. Danny Young should be begging me to join the revolution. There is a place in a post revolution WFWF for someone like him with his entertainment outside the ring, ass kicking inside the ring approach. There is no place for him in the current WFWF. He’s too normal, too sane to survive in the asylum.
I’ll be doing him a favor by beating some sense into him. Either he joins me and the revolution grows stronger or he takes his lumps and learns the same lesson I learned a year ago. Funny doesn’t cut it. You have to take this sh*t seriously or you will get f*cked.
I guess I got carried away. I didn’t notice when Sarah put her ear buds in to listen to music. I just kept on ranting until I ran out of steam. By the time I stopped, she was halfway back to the house.
Sarah? Sarah! I’m sorry, I got carried away. You know how I get when we talk about the revolution.
It’s okay Frank. I’m not in the mood for serious right now. I’m going to grab a bottle of wine, a couple of glasses, and get naked in the hot tub. When you’re done being serious, feel free to join me. Or should I call Mr. Young? Maybe he’d like to make a new video.
Thank God she added a wink and smile to let me know she was just kidding about that last part.
As much as I want to follow her, I can’t leave the tree half way chopped down so I pick up the axe and get back to work… swinging away at a noticeably faster rate than before. It gives me time to think about what she said.
I came to the WFWF to have fun. I used to jump out of airplanes or race ATVs for fun. I was your classic adrenaline junkie who came to the WFWF to combine MMA fighting with high flying wrestling, someone who wanted to put smiles on the fan’s faces as much as he wanted to win.
Then it all came crashing down, both in and out of the ring. The losses in the ring, the murders outside of it.
I can’t even remember the last time I went sky diving or rock climbing. My social life has become a series of meetings with various people to discuss wrestling, the WFWF, the revolution, Legacy, and so on. Hell, I haven’t had a single shot of tequila in months.
Am I leading the cause or losing myself to the cause? It ate up Joe. I have to be careful it doesn’t do the same to me.
I need the revolution to succeed… and soon. The WFWF still hasn’t seen the real Frank Lynn and it won’t until I can go to that ring wrestling for a promotion I am proud to be a part of, not one I am scared will be the death of me.
Maybe then I can start to have fun.
Because Sarah has a point. I’m forgetting how to enjoy myself. It’s making me a dull miserable bore.
Come on you stupid tree. Fall down so I can join Sarah in the hot tub.
Framingham, MA : September 24, 2017
Are you enjoying your time in the WFWF, Danny boy?
It sure seems like you are. You’ve painted a pretty picture of a family man with a sense of humor outside the ring and a deadly serious demeanor inside the ring.
You approach every match with this odd mix of “I don’t care” and “I will kick your ass”. You spend valuable training time producing your videos that make light of everything and everyone in the WFWF, then follow it up with the usual intimidating words about being “the wrestler” who is “the uncrowned champion”, closing it out with a cheeky “gotcha” and leave us guessing as to who or what we will actually be facing in the ring.
Are you a buffoon or a badass?
Is it all about the show or the win for you?
I’m sure by now you’ve worked up some nice staged piece addressing our match. I’m sure you are going to mock me for my revolution. I’m sure you are going to remind me that while I’m trying to save the WFWF all you want to do is show your superiority by beating me down like you did that over the hill lifer with substance abuse issues.
I can see it now.
A dirty interrogation room in a run down police station. Danny Young in Joker make-up hand cuffed to a table. Opposite him, half hidden in the shadows of the poorly lit room, Frank Lynn in a Batman costume. Danny-Joker smiles and makes jokes while Frank-Batman grimaces and speaks in a menacing growl. The two get face to face, so close that their foreheads touch and their sweat mingles together to drip off each others noses onto the metal table. The verbal game of oneupmanship ends with Danny-Joker asking Frank-Batman “Why so serious?” and breaking into a maniacal laugh. Fade to black.
Well, if I was you that’s how I would do it. Who knows where you’ll go with it.
Whatever you end up doing, I applaud you for your efforts. You are right after all. The WFWF is far too serious. The fun factor, the entertainment side of professional wrestling is lost amidst the psychopaths who embrace the violence, revel in the broken bodies they leave in their wake, and prefer to shock rather than entertain the fans.
In fact, I daresay you should give serous thought to joining the revolution.
Really, I mean it. Hear me out.
In the current WFWF you don’t fit. You are a nice guy just trying to have a little fun.
Just like Hugh Jass and The Dog Who Eats Cheeseburgers (through a feeding tube).
They wanted to have fun.
They became victims.
Just like you will be if you aren’t careful.
Right now, you’re a mime in Central Park on New Year’s Eve. You think you’re entertaining the masses but in truth the smiles on their faces are from them imagining sticking a foot up your ass.
Those smiling watching you are Trace Demon, Phillip Schneider, David Brennan, Michael Kyzer, Drakz, Lucas Crowe, and so on. They are not nice people, they are not entertained by you, and they will hurt you just for looking at them cross-eyed.
The battle lines are already drawn, have been for years now. What side are you on, Mr. Young?
Join the revolution and help me build a WFWF where there is room for the fun guy who wants to both entertain and wrestle.
Or spit in the face of change. Make light of my efforts and take your place amongst the barbarians who ignore the rules of civilized behavior and honorable combat.
And get your ass handed to you by the one man trying to make a difference.
Trace Demon thinks he killed the revolution when he injured Joe Bishop. He’s wrong.
David Brennan has never even considered the revolution to be a serious movement, instead choosing to believe people like Joe and I are self righteous, arrogant morons with a collection of white hats and halos in our closets. He’s wrong too.
Don’t be the guy who thinks I am taking things far too seriously for my own good. Don’t be one of those fools who think “It won’t happen to me” because it will. I guarantee it.
I will make the WFWF a better place. You can join me and be part of the solution or you can fight me and be part of the problem.
It’s no skin off my nose if I have to add you to the list of wrestlers I’ve beaten. I’d rather have a few allies and friends in the cause but I will do this alone if I must.
Make your choice, Danny boy.
Are you a revolutionary or a barbarian?
Boston, MA : September 29, 2017
Another day of training at the Legacy. Lots of sparring against the MMA fighters who use the facilities to prepare for their next big fight. Lots of heavy striking leaving me sore all over.
You better bring your best Danny Young because I feel like I could take a hit from a speeding bus, bounce back up, and choke you out.
Good day today Tiger. Nice to see you return to form after your day off playing paintball.
Hey Daphne. So I took a day off to forget about the WFWF and the revolution. It was Sarah’s idea. All work and no play makes Frank go crazy… or something like that.
I wonder if Sarah knows what is best for you. Besides, how relaxing is it to play paintball with the Dixons? You know those boys consider the first day of hunting season to be a national holiday.
She has a point. Daryl, Zeke, Eli, and the other Dixons treated me like a twelve point buck all day long. They took great joy in embarrassing their boss.
But it was fun competing for the sake of competing. When we were done, there were no hard feelings, just smiles, jokes, and the obligatory promises of “I’ll get you next time.”
I do now. When we were done I looked like a Jackson Pollack painting. They’re some damn good shots.
Well, I hope you’re back refreshed and ready for another tough fight. Danny Young is a tough opponent.
I’m ready for him. Mentally and physically.
Do you think he will consider your offer and join the revolution?
I’d sh*t my pants right in the middle of the ring if Danny Young came out in a revolution t-shirt and accepted my offer.
My only supporters so far are fans and Cameron Stone. Thanks Cam, the shirt is in the mail.
Nope. He’ll come out just like Lucas did and refuse my handshake. This is the guy who had Sean Casey beat but instead of going for the pin he kept on kicking the man while he was down until the ref had to stop the match. All he cares about is himself, just like Lucas and his new quest to make lots of money so he can retire rich. They’re all fools so wrapped up in their own careers that they can’t see the forest through the trees. The revolution needs men of vision and that is not Danny Young.
Then why make the offer?
It’s the right thing to do. Maybe one day one of these guys will surprise me and say yes. I’ll keep extending the hand of friendship. I’ll keep hoping for an opponent who believes in change. If they turn me down and smash me through a table, then I’ll beat some sense into them.
Like that worked on Trace Demon. Beating him only made things worse.
Who would have thought beating Trace Demon would be the worst possible outcome of our street fight? But that’s what it has become. The attention whore lost to a “mistake” like me and it pushed him over the edge. He’s afraid to get in the ring and have a match. All he can do is sneak up behind people and break their bones with his beloved baseball bat.
I broke Trace Demon and that has made the WFWF a much worse place.
Trace is a special kind of crazy. I don’t think beating him will ever be enough. One day, and soon, I’m going to have to eliminate him entirely.
That’s not a very revolution thing to say. Joe wouldn’t approve, not that I care that much what Sir Bishop has to say. He had the right idea but his methods were all wrong.
This is war. There will be casualties. If Joe were here now I think he’d agree. So would Josh but he’s gone too. I’m the last man standing. It’s up to me to make things right. That means admitting some people can’t be saved.
I hope that includes Schneider. I thought he was public enemy number one after what he did to the Dog.
He was but it looks like Ante solved the problem for us.
*sigh*
I look at Ante and it scares the sh*t out of me. Look at what the WFWF did to him. He is certifiably insane and it is all because of what people like Schneider put him through. There’s no coming back for Ante. He’s ready for a rubber room at Arkham.
Don’t let what happened to Joe or Ante discourage you. Its your revolution now. You are strong enough to lead. Don’t let the bad sh*t happen to anybody else.
I won’t. I have big plans for Uprising and beating Danny Young is just a part of it. The revolution is going to make a huge statement.
Joe spent far too long talking about change but doing too little to make it happen. All he did was prove the old saying: “Talk is cheap.”
Now he’s gone. It’s up to me.
I can’t afford to wait like Joe. If he can get taken out, so can I. The only person watching my back is Daphne and honestly, that’s not enough. Time is not on my side.
That’s why Uprising is D-Day for the revolution. Time to storm the beaches and force the issue. Go big or go home.
Houston, TX : October 4, 2017 : Uprising
Danny Young. The wrestler. The uncrowned champion.
You got the wrestler part right. As for uncrowned champion, only time will tell but for my money, you may be over billing yourself.
Face it Danny boy, if you really are the uncrowned champion you would have managed to beat Joe Bishop or David Brennan.
You didn’t. Just like a lot of us on the roster. Welcome to the club.
Now you have to eat your humble pie and start over, work your way up the ladder by winning matches against other rising stars.
I am your next test. If you really are the uncrowned champion then beating me should be easy, right?
After all, who is Frank Lynn?
A former MMA fighter who turned professional wrestler less than two years ago and is too busy leading a revolution to concentrate on his own wrestling career.
An easy target for you, right?
Nope.
I may not have the championship credentials of a Bishop or Brennan but don’t you dare think I’m a step down in competition. Others have made that mistake and I put them to sleep for it.
You’re still playing with the big boys.
If there is an uncrowned champion in this fight, it is me.
Don’t be fooled by all my revolution activities. Yes, I want to change the WFWF and I will do everything I can to make it happen.
But I am a wrestler first and have the same goal as any other WFWF wrestler. I want to stand in the center of the ring and show everyone that I am one of the best wrestlers in the world today. I want championship gold around my waist.
All you are is the next guy I have to beat to show Lila Sleater I am a worthy contender and earn a title shot.
I’ve studied your matches. We share a trait: neither of us has any quit in us. We both go to that ring ready to lay it all on the line. Either we win or force our opponent to do their absolute best to beat us. If our opponent half asses it, they will lose.
This match will be as much a test of will as it is a test of skill between two men who are almost mirror images of each other inside the ring.
With one major difference.
You think you can beat me.
I know I can beat you.
Make all the videos you want, talk all the trash you want, it won’t change the fact that if you couldn’t handle Joe Bishop or David Brennan then you can’t handle me either.
The lethal weapon is locked and loaded. You are my target, Danny boy. I don’t miss.
You called yourself a dreamer. You’ll have plenty of time to dream at Uprising after I put you to sleep.
