WFWF presents: Back to Basics results

[King Richius]

All you see is black. A deep dark void empty of all light.

Open your damn eyes! It’s show time!

The Tunatron springs to life, showing an image of a crowded WFWF arena - the closing moments of the recent All or Nothing show. The image zooms in to show the revolution standing tall in the center of the ring, Frank Lynn’s arms raised in victory as he is flanked by Joe Bishop and Daphne Velasquez.

The image fades to black and white, then words appear over top of it.

The WFWF presents:

in co-operation with the Revolution…

BACK TO BASICS!

Pyro! Bright lights! Loud noises! Generic metal theme music! More pyro!



Daniel Knight: Welcome to the show. We are coming to you live from the Smoothie King Center in the great city of New Orleans.

Alecia Matthews: And what a show it is going to be. Frank Lynn is in charge and he has promised an unforgettable evening of competition done the right way, the revolution way.

Daniel Knight: Frank says we’re in for a night of honorable combat and good sportsmanship. I’ll believe it when I see it.

Frank Lynn, dressed in a bomber jacket, red t-shirt, black jeans, tan hiking boots, and Lila Sleater in a slick business suit come out, power walking to the ring. Lila has a mic and starts talking while they’re walking.

Lila Sleater: I hope you enjoyed that special intro I arranged for you, Frank. This is your night.

Frank’s expression is indifferent. He’s all business as he holds the ropes so Lila can enter the ring. He follows her in and they survey the packed house.

Lila Sleater: Welcome to Back to Basics! At our last show, Frank won the right to be GM for a day. Today is that day. Whatever happens tonight is on him. And now, without any further ado, I give you your GM for the day… Frank Lynn!

The crowd cheers. Then a chant starts.

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

Frank Lynn: THANK YOU! That’s what we all want and that’s what you are going to get tonight. Wrestling done the right way, the revolution way!

Another roar from the crowd.

Frank Lynn: But first, I have some business to attend to. The revolution is about more than quality competition. It’s also about earning opportunities and cashing in on opportunities. There’s a certain WFWF superstar who hasn’t been doing that. ANTE WHITNER, come down to the ring and please bring your Golden Opportunity briefcase with you!

The crowd waits not so quietly through ten to fifteen seconds of nothing. Then “Gangster’s Paradise” starts playing and Ante Whitner appears on the stage. He is also in street clothes: Black tank top, jeans, brown boots, and a grey knit cap on his head. He puts his brief case down so he can place his two index fingers on his head and yells out “Are you with me?”, then picks up the briefcase and heads to the ring.

He gets into the ring and walks right up to Frank, almost butting heads. He extends his arm towards Lila without takings eyes off Frank, motioning for her to give him a mic. Lila obliges and Ante slowly raises the mic towards his mouth.

Ante Whitner: I’m here. What the f*ck do you want?

Frank Lynn: Relax Ante. I’m not here to hurt you. I’m here to help you.

Ante Whitner: HA. I doubt that.

Frank Lynn: Yes, seriously. I’m here to help you. See that briefcase you’re holding? That’s the Golden Opportunity. That’s an express ticket to the International Championship that you could use at any time. You won the Golden Opportunity at SuperBrawl IX eons ago yet you haven’t cashed it in. You haven’t siezed the moment despite there being numerous chances to do so.

Ante Whitner: What I do with the Golden Opportunity is my business. You stay out of it.

Frank Lynn: I can’t do that. I’m the GM and the Golden Opportunity is my business. I’m trying to help you to do the right thing, both for yourself and the business. The Golden Opportunity was created to open doors for wrestlers with a drive to succeed. I want you to succeed. I want you to be the International Champion. I want you to take your thumbs out of your ass and make something of the Golden Opportunity. It’s good for you and good for business. That’s why as GM I’m asking you to either cash in your Golden Opportunity tonight or relinquish the briefcase so it can go to someone who will use it.

Ante Whitner: Are you f*cking serious? Hey Lila, can he really do this?

Lila nods yes from a safe distance in a corner of the ring.

Frank Lynn: Don’t ask her. She has no power tonight. I’m the GM. I have the power. In the interest of better competition and taking a bite out of the DB f’n WF, I’m going to ask you one more time. Will you cash in the Golden Opportunity? Or will you relinquish it so it can go to someone who WILL put it to good use?

The tension is palpable. The crowd watches on in rapt silence. There’s a powder keg in the ring and Frank just lit the fuse. The only questions are how long will it take to blow and how much damage will it do?

Ante Whitner: You’re hilarious. You’re making a mockery of yourself, Frank. Cashing it in right now is a suicide mission, you and I both know that. But, so is relinquishing it. Why? This briefcase is a source of false hope and false pride. You know that. This briefcase is nothing more than an empty leather casket, filled with nothing but whatever you’re willing to die for. I’m not willing to die for this garbage. And I don’t want anyone else wanting to die for it.

The crowd echoes in gasps and small “DB” chants.

Ante Whitner: And to say facing David Brennan for the International Championship isn’t a suicide mission, well, you’re f*ckin’ blind as the new GM around here. This monopoly he’s constructed runs this place amuck and no one, not even this sh*thole “prize”, can take him on alone. I’ve had my fair share of matches against him and I’ve lost every single one. I’ve had my fair share of championship matches too, but I haven’t won a single one since 2015.

Daniel Knight: Ante is, of course, referencing his historic, 199 day National Championship reign three years ago.

Ante Whitner: I’ve lost time and time again with the “Golden Opportunity” championship staring at me, waiting for me to lose once more. I’m not losing this time, Frank. I’m not willing to go balls deep, I’m not willing to face to Brennan for one last time, and sure as hell, not willing to give this briefcase up for you to just give it to another rookie for his scrawny ass to get whooped. It’s unfair, it’s unjust, and goddamn unethical.

The crowd is a mix of cheers and boos.

Ante Whitner: This briefcase *taps case* doesn’t belong to me, you, or anyone else. It belongs in the garbage. I know it, you know it, and I hope the others will know it too. You’re a tough guy Frank and I know none of my “bullsh*t” sentiments will get you to leave this ring. To throw it back to SuperBrawl…

Suddenly, Ante kicks Frank in the stomach doubling him over. The crowd gasps. Then he starts pummeling Frank’s head and back with the Golden Opportunity briefcase. Frank is driven to his knees by the sudden and vicious assault. He throws his arms over his head defensively and rolls out of the ring.

Ante walks over to the ropes and disgustedly throws the briefcase at Frank.

Lila gracefully exits the ring on the other side and heads to the announcer’s table, taking a seat next to Daniel and putting on a headset.

Lila Sleater: Frank’s show is off to a good start, don’t you think?

Daniel Knight: That could have gone better for Frank. Ante is not taking Frank’s request very well. In fact, he threw it right back in Frank’s face before renewing one of the most bitter rivalries in recent history.

Alecia Matthews: Frank did make a good point. Ante has been sitting on the Golden Opportunity ever since he won it at SuperBrawl. His point was “Nothing ventured, nothing gained”, which Ante just refuted with “It’s a suicide mission”.

While all this was going on, Daphne Velasquez, Frank’s manager, came running down to the ring. She jumps onto the apron and starts yelling at Ante in rapid fire spanish. She manages to get Ante’s attention. He strides towards her, grabbing her head and flipping her over the top rope into the ring. Daphne scrambles away but Ante catches her with a hard kick to the ribs. Daphne tries to crawl away but Ante pursues her, landing several more kicks to her ribs.

Frank Lynn: ANTE! STOP! I tried to do this the easy way. You are hellbent on doing it the hard way. Since you are in the mood for a fight, you’re going to get one. You and me RIGHT NOW for your Golden Opportunity Championship! Get a damn ref out here and let’s do this!

Alecia Matthews: Holy crap! Frank is giving himself a title match just like that.

Daniel Knight: The power is going to his head.

Lila Sleater: I almost feel sorry for Frank. He’s learning this job is harder than it looks.

A referee quickly makes his way to the ring and makes the useless gesture of checking two men in street clothes for weapons. Christa Adina starts to enter the ring to make the introductions when Frank stops her, speaking loud enough for her mic to pick up what he is saying.

Frank Lynn: I already announced the match. Save your breath.

A dejected Christa goes back to her seat next to the timekeeper, reaching over him to grab the hammer and ring the bell, somewhat more enthusiastically than the usual three bells the timekeeper would ring.

DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING

Christa glares at Frank, visibly perturbed that he wouldn’t let her announce the match. Can you blame her? She has one job and he wouldn’t let her do it.

Daniel Knight: Okay, it looks like this match really is happening. We have a bonus for our viewers tonight. The Lethal Weapon versus the Bloodied Eagle for the Golden Opportunity Championship!

Alecia Matthews: I doubt this is how Frank intended to start the night. He lost control less than five minutes into the show.

Lila Sleater: Don’t judge him too harshly. This is a great ratings pop. I might have done the same thing were I in his shoes. Bravo Frank.

Frank is ready in the middle of the ring but Ante is once again distracted by Daphne, standing on the apron and verbally berating him in Spanish. The ref turns to Frank and asks him to control his manager.

Frank ignores the ref, moving to a position a few feet behind Ante and stomping his right foot several times. He signals Daphne who drops off the apron to the floor. Ante turns back towards Frank and walks right into a vicious superkick. Frank grabs Ante before he can fall to the mat and whips him into the ropes. Ante bounces back towards Frank who drops him to the mat with an STO. He keeps his arms locked around Ante’s throat and locks on the DASOCHOKU! Then he grapevines his legs around Ante.

Daniel Knight: Frank is throwing out any idea of fair and honorable combat, he sucker punched… err, sucker super kicked Ante taking him by surprise!

Alecia Matthews: Can you blame him after Ante viciously attacked Frank and Daphne? The bell had rung. The first rule of the WFWF is never turn your back on your opponent.

Ante quickly fades, his face turning beet red. Frank is squeezing the life out of Whitner like an anaconda killing its next meal. Ante tries to get a foot on the bottom rope but it is too far away. He has no choice. He taps.

DING DING DING

Frank releases his hold on Ante and stands in the middle of the ring. The ref scurries to the side of the ring, gets a staffer to give him the Golden Opportunity briefcase, then scurries back to Frank and hands it to him.

Christ Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match and NEW Golden Opportunity Champion… The “Lethal Weapon” Frank Lyyynnnnnn!

Alecia Matthews: I am shocked. Stunned. Speechless.

Daniel Knight: I’m not. Frank Lynn went against everything he stands for just so he could get that first elusive championship of his career. Frank just proved that power corrupts and even the leader of the revolution isn’t immune.

Alecia Matthews: Or maybe he proved that if you hit him in the face he’s gonna’ hit back. I dunno’. It didn’t feel very fair or sportsmanlike but emotions were running high.

Lila Sleater: Back to Basics started with a bang. Stick around. This is going to be an interesting night.

Ante, now standing on the floor on the ramp side of the ring, is irate, shouting at Frank and making threatening motions. Frank stands in the ring holding the briefcase defensively. A half dozen security guards run down to the ring and grab Ante. Ante tries to fight them off but the numbers are against him and he is dragged backstage, kicking and screaming the entire time.

Lila stands up from the announcer’s table and gives Frank a round of sarcastic applause before heading backstage.

Frank holds the briefcase up one more time for the fans, getting a mixed reaction. Some cheer, some boo, some remain silent still shocked at his actions. Then Frank and Daphne head backstage clearing the ring for the first scheduled match of the night.

[King Richius]

Daniel Knight: Well now maybe we can get to the show Frank planned. First up is Anna Ahriman versus Billy Broom… oh hell… what now?

The lights in the arena dim, and only the Tunatron is lit up. We see a pair of well kept black shoes before the camera slowly pans up over a blue pin-striped suit, before settling on the face of an older man. He smiles - the sort of smile that sends a shiver down your spine.

As I look around this place, I am disgusted. The way these “people” conduct themselves! The drinking, the smoking, the drugs and the violence. The constant violence. These “people” disgrace themselves - but more importantly, they disgrace WFWF.

For a long time, overtures have been made for me to come here, but I always declined. I did not want to lower myself to competing with these “people”. But now - now my view has changed. Now, the path I must take is clear.

Oh yes, you might see me as a foolish old man - but I am not feeble. I am sharp as a tack, and as agile as I ever have been. I will utilise these skills, to rid the WFWF of those who disgrace the good name of professional wrestling.

Consider this your one and ONLY warning - you will face the judgement, you will face the punishment and you will face the pain of Hamilton K. Clarke.

The Tunatron fades to black and the arena lights come back up.

Alecia Matthews: It looks like we have a new face in the WFWF. Hamiton K. Clarke threw the gauntlet down for the entire roster.

Daniel Knight: Was that Drakz’ father? Does Drakz even have a father? Whatever… we’ll see what Mr. Hamilton K. Clarke has at our next show.

Alecia Matthews: Indeed. Now… finally… let’s get to the regularly scheduled show!

”My Leftovers” by Porcelain and the Tramps kicks onto the PA System as the lights go down in the crowd and strobing on the smoke rising from the stage, the fans baited in anticipation. As the clock on the screen counts down and a crown/cross combo flashes on the screen, followed by A.A., from underneath the stage rises a woman adjusting her bracers and smirking at the crowd.

Christa Adina: Making her way to the ring, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania by way of Ira, Vermont, SHE IS ANNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAA AHHHHRRRRRRIIIIIIIMAAAAAAAAAAAAN!

The strobes follow Anna down the ramp as she slaps the hands of a couple of younger fans and blows a kiss to someone in the crowd as she slides under the bottom rope, coming up on her knees, half dancing to the beat of her song. She pops to her feet as the lights rise, Anna jumping to the corner and beating on her chest and letting out a yell that the fans reciprocate. He smiles again, jumping off of the ropes and leaning into the corner and adjusts her kneepads and bracers one more time before the match starts.

The thrashing metal guitar riffs of "Gimme Chocolate" by Babymetal deafen everyone in the arena.  "The Cleaner" Billy Broom comes out on stage in dark blue overalls swinging a mop above his head like a madman.  After ten seconds or so, he smashes the mop on the stage.  Then he rips off the overalls and flings them aside revealing his wrestling attire, still thrashing his head and arms to the music.  He "moshes" his way to the ring slapping the hands of fans along the way until he slides in under the bottom rope.

Christa Adina: Now entering the ring... from Pittsburgh, PA... standing 6' 3" and weighing 240 lbs... "The Cleaner" Billy Broooooooom!

Daniel Knight: I just realized something Alecia. Anna and Billy are both from Pittsburgh. We’re in for a steel city showdown!

Alecia Matthews: Thank you captain obvious.

Daniel Knight: Fine, shoot me for trying to build a little excitement for the match.

Anna Ahriman starts the match with a flurry of quick hit and run attacks focusing on Billy’s legs as she attempts to get him off his feet. Billy is visibly reluctant to engage in fisticuffs with the much smaller, much more feminine Anna. Whenever Anna closes in, Billy tries to avoid or block the blow and push Anna away from him, much to the displeasure of the crowd who want to see the lovable loser beat the somewhat cocky Ahriman. Billy ends up trapped in the corner and takes a vicious running knee to the face. He crumples to the mat and Anna locks on a sharp shooter.

Billy simply powers out of the move, standing up and then flipping Anna over his shoulder into a chin lock. The crowd gets fired up, trying to convince Billy to go on the offense. He almost throws a cross-face forearm but takes too long. Anna escapes after hitting a jawbreaker. She whips Billy into the ropes but he drops down and baseball slides out of the ring. Once on the floor he looks up at the fans in the front row and almost pleads with them.

random fan: C’mon Billy, fight back!

Billy Broom: What am I supposed to do? She’s just a little girl.

Alecia Matthews: You’re supposed to fight Billy. Forget chivalry. You are in the ring with an Ahriman, you need to fight!

Anna eyes up Billy, who has foolishly turned his back to the ring while talking to the fans. She bounces off the far ropes and gets a running start, jumping high over the top rope and taking Billy down with a somersault dive. She stands over Billy, her tiny 5’6” frame looking ten feet tall as she towers over Billy and shouts abuse at him.

Anna Ahriman: Come on old man! Fight me or lay down and take the pin! Stop running you coward! You don’t have what it takes to be a wrestler! Go back to cleaning toilets!

Daniel Knight: Now that had to hurt! Come on Billy, everyone is pulling for you. Get fired up and fight back!

Something changes in Billy’s demeanor after the “cleaning toilets” remark. He jumps to his feet and grabs Anna around the neck, driving her into the ring apron, them lifting her up and gorilla press slamming her between the middle and top rope back into the ring. He jumps onto the apron, grabs the middle rope, and slingshots himself in between the ropes hitting a spear to Anna’s midsection. The action steps into high gear as Anna goes back to hit and run tactics with a lot of knee strikes while Billy counters with power moves like clotheslines and scoop slams.

Both wrestlers hit impact moves leading to pin attempts and kick outs as the action heats up. The crowd is clearly behind Billy Broom now. Anna charges Billy like a bull going for the CROWN ROYAL but Billy counters, catching her and spinning around for a thunderous spine buster! He drops down for a pin but Anna kicks out again. Billy quickly recovers, wrapping Anna up in the RINGS OF SATURN! Anna struggles heroically but the larger and stronger Billy Broom cranks the pressure until she taps out.

DING DING DING

The crowd roars for Billy, almost drowning out Christa as she makes her announcement.

Christa Adina: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of the match: “The Cleaner” Billy Broooooommm!

Daniel Knight: Billy Broom just won his FIRST WRESTLING MATCH EVER!

Alecia Matthews: Good for Billy. Nice guys don’t have to finish last.

Billy exits the ring triumphantly, “moshing” his way up the ramp and high fiving the fans along the way. Billy even stops to take a selfie with a fan in blue coveralls holding a mop and a sign reading The Cleaner is gonna’ clean house!

Anna remains in the ring, a look of confusion on her face. Did she really just lose to the f***ing janitor?

Alecia Matthews: Anna must be devastated by this loss.

Daniel Knight: What’s there to be devastated about? She’s a girl, she lost a fight to a guy. It happens. All the time, actually. That’s why those stupid battered wom…

Alecia Matthews: AAAAAAAANYWAYS…

Anna slowly pulls herself up to her feet, using the ropes as her guide. The fans are chanting “YOU TAPPED OUT” at Anna, to which she is not even arguing, which is a surprise to many. The foul mouthed child of Samael Ahriman is just completely stunned and in total disbelief. She leans against the ropes, watching Broom mosh his way up the ramp. Anna puts her head down and covers her face and her eyes with her long, red hair.

Daniel Knight: Hiding her shame. Doing the rightful woman thing.

Alecia Matthews: Would you stop? What has she ever done to you?

Daniel Knight: Well I can’t say I was a fan of her father.

Alecia Matthews: You didn’t like Sam?

Daniel Knight: I thought she was Drakz’ bitch…

Alecia Matthews: Jesus Christ….wait what the HELL?

The fans pop as someone dressed in all black hops the barricade from the crowd and slides into the ring, something dangling from their hand. They run up behind Anna and blast her across the back, a whipping sound being heard throughout the arena. Anna’s back arches as she moves backwards and turns around. She’s kicked in the stomach, bent forward and the assailant hooks her arms and pulls her up, sitting down and slamming the crown of Anna’s head into the mat with authority, knocking her senseless with the butterfly piledriver.

Alecia Matthews: What the HELL is going on here?

The attacker rips the back of Anna’s shirt, exposing the small of her back and grabs the weapon he used at first and starts whipping her lower back as hard as possible.

Daniel Knight: What the hell is that thing?

Alecia Matthews: That’s a god damned cat o’ nine tails. What in the actual hell?

In between whippings, there are stompings on the spine of Anna. The attacker whips her one more time and pops her into camel clutch position! But Anna is fighting back, trying to get herself turned around and scratch and claw at her attacker. She gets turned around, and the attacker punches her dead in the nose, an audible snap being heard. The attacker punches her again and again in the face, grabbing the cat o’ nine tails and now gets to his feet and whips her across the face a few times, Anna battered and bloodied all over.

Daniel Knight: Ok, even I think this is a little excessive.

Alecia Matthews: You think?! Someone get in there and stop this guy! Who the hell is it anyways?

The hooded man uses the cat o’ nine tails a couple of more times across her face until Anna stops squirming around. He flips her over, gets her into camel clutch position again, this time using the cat as his choking device rather than his hands, cranking Anna as far back as she can bend. Blood is pouring from her face, and her hair is starting to stick. Air bubbles are forming around her mouth through the blood dripping down her lips, and the fans are in total shock. When it’s evident that she’s completely passed out, the assailant lets her out of the hold, stands up, puts a foot on her back to stand triumphantly over her, and pulls off the hoodie.

An audible gasp is heard, as the assailant is revealed to be Trevor Wolf, his face and body painted in grim black and white. He sticks his hands in her face, writing “I’m Back” across his chest in her blood. “Dogs of War” by AC/DC resonates throughout the arena as Wolf slicks his hair back with his hands, still with some of Anna’s blood, now strewn through his hair, a sadistic smile on his face.

Alecia Matthews: Oh….my god…this…what…

Daniel Knight: The hell is he doing back? Haven’t seen him since his victory at SuperBrawl. Figured he went back with his pack to the Appalachian Mountains or some ish.

Alecia Matthews: But why would he come back now? And take out the DAUGHTER of the only person in WFWF during his run that gave him a chance and had his back?

Wolf looks at his handiwork, grabs the cat and rolls out of the ring and starts walking up the ramp to a chorus of boos, and a couple of cheers from sick people, but mostly boos.

The paramedics, ever vigilant, storm the ring and surround Anna applying bandages to her wounds and strap her to a backboard to protect her neck. Then she is wheeled out of the arena on a stretcher. They are quite efficient, due to their training and honed to perfection by all the practice they get working for the WFWF. Barely five minutes pass before the ring is once again cleared and ready for the next match.

The arena goes pitch black.

Daniel Knight: Uh oh. Here we go again. It’s never a good sign when the lights go out, not that it’s all that good when the lights are on as we just witnessed.

A spotlight hits the stage as ''Change'' By Deftones blasts over the PA system. All the energy in the arena goes  to the stage and see a strange man wearing a shirt saying Chris Priceless, a hoodie pulled menacingly over his head with. He looks around and he walks to the ring very casually.

The crowd can't choose how to react.

Alecia Matthews: Looks like we have a new mystery man in the WFWF.
 
Daniel Knight: What the hell is this guy all about?

The crowd watches in silent anticipation wondering who is this man. He slides into the ring. He looks to the crowd with his hood still up. The music then stops and he has a mic in his hand. A spotlight hits the ring. Leaving this man the center of attention in the arena. He sits in a corner, leaning against the turnbuckles.

Chris Priceless: For those of you who don't know me, I am Chris Priceless. *Crowd Jeers* My dad said I came from a fledgling city. Sex,rape, and murder say where i'm from. A city that claims this name. It took a lot of lives, and it took a lot who were special. I'd cry myself to sleep at night at the fact of it. I'd look at the needle sitting beside me and wonder why. I'd go to school everyday lost in my thoughts. All the names, all the rumors, it never f#$%ing mattered. My brother never deserved this! I never deserved what I was given! 

Chris is about to break in a fit of rage, his voice increasing in volume as he speaks until he is yelling into the microphone.

Chris Priceless: *laughing* But, for everything I faced. Everything everyone did to me, I will become the personal tragedy to everyone's life here. *more laughter* Hide the kids, lock the dogs up, kiss your wife, tell your parents you love them but nothing will stop you from tragedy. Nothing will stop you from meeting Chris Priceless.

The crowd goes wild with a mixture of fear, shock, and confusion.

Daniel Knight: I'm not sure what to make of Chris Priceless. I'll give him this much, he knows how to make a first impression.

Priceless stands up, throws down the mic, and walks out of the ring with his hood up. He leaves through the crowd which backs away to give him room as ''Change'' By Deftones hits the venue.

Alecia Matthews: I don’t know how much Frank Lynn has to do with it but there sure is a lot of sh*t hitting the fan tonight. Impromptu title matches, new wrestler debuts, unexpected and bloody returns… and we’re not even halfway through the show!

Daniel Knight: You got that right. Up next is a match that could steal the show as Frank Lynn tries to take down another legend in Michael Kyzer.

[King Richius]

Christa Adina: The following contest is a non-title match to one fall with no time limit.

The arena goes black. The first psychedelic guitar screams of "Anthem of the Space" blast out over the arena speakers as multi-colored spotlights zoom around the arena, converging on the entrance stage to bathe Frank Lynn in a bright white light.  He stands with his arms spread and looks to the sky, soaking in the moment.  His manager Daphne comes out to join Frank on stage and they make a slow purposeful walk to the ring, the spotlight following each of their steps as it cycles through the colors of the spectrum.

They get to the ring, walking completely around it.  Frank lets Daphne walk up the steps first and she enters the ring.  She holds the ropes for Frank who steps into the ring and stands in the center with his arms spread.  The single white spotlight suddenly splits into many different colored spotlights which zoom out from them and dance around the crowd as the house lights come up.  As he is announced, Daphne removes his coat, carefully folds it up, and exits the ring to take her position on the floor by Frank's corner.

Christa Adina: Ladies and Gentlemen, now entering the ring from Boston, Massachusetts standing at 6’ 2” and weighing 232 lbs... He is the Golden Opportunity Champion… the “Lethal Weapon” Frank LYYYNNNNNN!

“You make me feel” by Archive plays over the PA system. Michael Kyzer steps into view, a black hoodie covering his head in stark contrast to his white shorts and wrestling boots. He flips the hood back revealing his face in full as he surveys the crowd and then stares at the ring. He marches down the ramp, removing his hoodie along the way so that when he hits the ring, he is ready for action. He steps into the ring calmly, almost ignoring Frank and Daphne as he goes through a few quick stretches in the corner.

Christa Adina: And his opponent… from Seattle, Washington… standing 6’ 3”… weighing 210 lbs… Your Stoned Messiah… The God of F***… Michael KYZEEERRR!

Daphne exits the ring as the ref checks each wrestler’s gear for foreign objects. The ref is satisfied and steps back. Frank extends a hand to Kyzer, ever hopeful that just once his opponent will shake it in a sign of respect, for the sport if not for Frank himself.

To everyone’s surprise, Kyzer returns the gesture shaking Frank’s hand once before releasing his grip, stepping back, and waiting for the bell.

Alecia Matthews: Holy freakin’ crapballs on a stick! Kyzer just shook Frank’s hand.

Daniel Knight: …with about the same amount of interest as you or I give a cock roach right before we stomp on it.

DING DING DING

The match starts quickly, the two men getting into a collar and elbow tie up, each trying to push the other around in a show of strength. They dance around the middle of the ring for a good thirty seconds before Frank’s superior size and youth turns the tide as he pushes Kyzer back into the corner. The ref steps in calling for a clean break which Frank gives him. Kyzer nonchalantly brushes himself off and approaches Frank again, raising his arms over his head for a traditional test of strength.

Alecia Matthews: Frank has size and youth on his side. He also wants to beat Kyzer very badly to continue his rise to the top. Kyzer isn’t the only wrestler in that ring who wants a shot at David Brennan’s titles.

Daniel Knight: But Kyzer has the experience edge. He has to be the favorite because he knows all the tricks and isn’t afraid to use them while Frank is limited by his revolutionary beliefs. Frank has to win within the rules but Kyzer… he just wants to win… by any means necessary.

Kyzer and Lynn lock hands and push against each other, both men grimacing from the effort. It is Frank who gets the better of Kyzer who falls to one knee straining against the pressure Frank applies. Kyzer fights back to a standing position, then kicks Frank in the stomach doubling him over. Kyzer quickly grabs Frank hitting a butterfly suplex.

Frank hits hard but bounces back up, charging Kyzer as he attempts a clothesline. Kyzer ducks and Frank goes running past, bouncing off the ropes and coming back towards Kyzer. Kyzer spins around hitting an elbow smash to Frank’s nose that rocks him back into the ropes. Kyzer follows up with a whip into the far corner, the ring shaking with the impact.

Kyzer stalks into the corner after Frank, opening with a series of chops to the chest, each accompanied by a loud “WOOOO!” from the crowd. Then he stomps away at the midsection, driving Frank into a sitting position. Kyzer backs away, sizes Frank up, and charges in to hit a big boot to Frank’s face. Frank avoids the kick by rolling under the ropes, then grabs the top rope and swings upward to hit a kick to the side of Kyzer’s head.

Kyzer stumbles backwards. Frank quickly springboards off the top rope and flies into Kyzer taking him down with a Lou Thesz press followed by several hard elbow strikes to Kyzer’s head.

Alecia Matthews: SPAZ ATTACK! As usual, Frank Lynn is showing that he will not be intimidated by anybody… former champion and living legend or not he will bring the fight!

Daniel Knight: It has been surprisingly even so far. Maybe those two victories over Trace Demon aren’t flukes after all.

Frank stands up, grabbing Kyzer by the head (not the hair!) and lifting him to his feet. Lynn drops Kyzer with a pump handle slam followed immediately by a standing moonsault. Frank goes for a half assed cover that Kyzer kicks out of after 1 count by the ref.

Frank lifts Kyzer up again and whips him into the ropes, hitting a standing dropkick to Kyzer’s jaw that rocks him hard. Frank bounces off the ropes to get some momentum, going for a sling blade. Kyzer reacts on instinct, grabbing Frank head as he flies through the air and dropping him with a cutter. Kyzer transitions smoothly into an Indian Deathlock.

Daniel Knight: Awesome counter by Kyzer. He’s seen it all, done it all, and I doubt there is anything Frank can throw at him that he doesn’t know how to counter.

Alecia Matthews: Kyzer is no slouch in the technical wrestling department. That is the root of the revolution. Why cheat if you can actually wrestle? It’s the reason Frank wants to beat men like Demon and Kyzer.

Daniel Knight: If only he could beat them without outside interference or weapons. What has he really shown us in his wins over Trace… that he can cheat with the best of them?

Alecia Matthews: You are too hard on Frank. You can’t bring a knife to a gunfight, as Frank would say. He doesn’t want to but sometimes he has no choice. Play by the rules of the game or suffer an injury, potentially a career ending injury.

Kyzer works the death lock, pushing Frank’s legs to the breaking point. Tense moments pass as Frank scratches and claws his way to the ropes, finally grabbing the bottom rope for a break. The ref urges Kyzer to break the hold, Kyzer is slow to respond, the ref starts a count, and Kyzer finally releases Frank at four and a half.

Frank uses the ropes to get back to his feet, massaging a knee that took a lot of punishment in the submission hold. Kyzer kicks at the knee several times, driving Frank back down to the mat. Kyzer grabs Frank’s feet and twists him around so that he can whip him throat first into the bottom rope.

Kyzer moves in quickly, lifting Frank by his neck and dragging him back to the center of the ring and hitting a swinging neckbreaker. He allows Frank to get back up and Frank attempts a spinning heel kick. Kyzer catches Frank’s foot, hits a Dragon Screw Leg Whip, and stomps Frank’s head and chest several times. He drops down for a cover.

1…
2…
Kick out!

Daniel Knight: Kyzer goes for a cover but Frank still has plenty left in the tank.

Alecia Matthews: I don’t think Kyzer thought that was the end of the match. I think he is testing Frank to see just how far he will have to go to beat the Lethal Weapon.

Kyzer continues his offensive charge, catching Frank with a short arm clothesline. Frank falls to his knees while Kyzer holds onto his arm, twisting it violently into a standing arm bar. Kyzer punches the back of Frank’s elbow, trying to break the arm. Frank slides under Kyzer’s legs and gets to his feet reversing the arm bar into a pump handle. Frank lifts Kyzer up and with a primal scream hits a devastating power bomb.

Frank staggers back to the ring corner, leaps onto the top turnbuckle with slightly less cat like grace than usual, and flies off the ropes for a five star frog splash. Kyzer gets his knees up and Frank crashes and burns, rolling on the mat holding his stomach in great pain. Kyzer rolls to the ropes and holds his neck as he contemplates his next move.

Kyzer moves in again, grabbing Lynn’s foot and holding the leg up for an elbow drop to the knee… a move he repeats several times.

Alecia Matthews: Kyzer’s experience is showing. He’s working Frank’s leg so that he can’t do his trademark high flying moves.

Daniel Knight: Kyzer hasn’t broken a single rule in the match. Frank is getting exactly what he wanted, fair and honorable combat, and so far he is coming up short.

Frank tries to scramble to his feet and get some space between him and Kyzer but Kyzer cuts him no slack. He grabs Frank and hits an exploder suplex into the turnbuckles, leaving Frank stuck in the Tree of Woe. Kyzer stomps way at Frank’s abdomen, then backs way to the opposite ring corner. Kyzer gets a running start for baseball slide kick to Frank’s face but Frank grabs the top ropes and lifts his body out of the way. Kyzer slides under Frank and crotches himself on the ring post.

What was a low rumble from the crowd for most of the match suddenly explodes into a thunderous roar. The fans are behind Frank all the way and see this as Frank’s big opening.

Frank wastes no time, getting a second wind. He drags Kyzer into position and hits the Split Legged Moonsault, going for a cover.

1…
2…
Kyzer kicks out!

Alecia Matthews: Kyzer made a mistake and Frank tried to capitalize, almost getting the pin!

Daniel Knight: It’s going to take more than that to put down a Hall of Famer like Kyzer.

Alecia Matthews: Frank is keeping up the pressure, getting right back on the offense.

Frank lifts Kyzer up and hits a backstabber, the impact sending Kyzer face first into the top turnbuckle where he stopped with a thud, his arms slung over the top ropes the only thing keeping him on his feet. Frank runs at the corner for a forearm smash to the back of Kyzer’s head, but Kyzer turns around and lifts Frank up and over the top rope with a back body drop.

Frank lands on his feet on the apron and takes another swinging forearm shot, this one connecting squarely with the side of Kyzer’s head. Kyzer backs away which allows Frank to springboard off the top rope for a Phenomenal Forearm. Again, Kyzer’s instincts kick in and he leaps into the air hitting Frank with a dropkick to the stomach.

Kyzer gets to his feet first and approaches Frank, who has rolled close to the ring ropes. Kyzer lifts Frank by his head and presses his throat onto the bottom rope, placing a knee onto Frank’s back while pulling up on the ropes with both arms. Daphne rushes over trying to break Kyzer’s hold while Frank turns a very Smurfy shade of blue. The ref joins in the effort to break the hold but Kyzer refuses to give.

The crowd rains boos down on Kyzer for his dirty tactics but Kyzer doesn’t care. He is going to choke the life out of Frank.

Daniel Knight: And that is the difference between Frank Lynn and Michael Kyzer. Kyzer will do whatever he has to to get the win.

Alecia Matthews: Kyzer is showing exactly why there is no place in the new WFWF for him, at least according to Frank. There is no place for dirty tactics in Frank’s world.

Daniel Knight: Well, I’m not sure Frank is gonna’ have much to say about it. He’s in serious trouble now.

Alecia Matthews: Don’t write him off yet. He has amazing resilience.

Almost on cue, Frank gets hand between his throat and the ropes relieving some of the pressure. The ref starts a five count while Daphne tries to break Kyzer’s grip on the ropes.

Just as the ref is about to say “five” Kyzer releases his hold, stepping back as if to give a clean break but suddenly dropping an elbow to the back of Frank’s neck. Frank thrashes about in the ring and Kyzer moves in to inflict more damage.

Daphne reaches under the ropes and pulls Frank out of the ring. She helps Frank stand while giving him words of encouragement. Kyzer slides out of the ring to the floor and follows them as Daphne tries to guide Frank to temporary safety.

The ref starts a twenty count.

Kyzer grabs Daphe by her long hair and yanks her away from Frank. Daphne steps back towards Kyzer but he waves a finger at her and points at his neck. Daphne stops, unconsciously reaching a hand up to her neck, no longer in a neck brace but still extremely susceptible to getting re-injured.

Alecia Matthews: What a bastard! How dare he threaten Daphne.

Daniel Knight: After that stretching of the rules by Frank and his manager? Daphne stuck her nose where it didn’t belong.

Alecia Matthews: All she is doing is looking out for her man. Frank has a twenty count to get back in the ring.

Frank leans against the announcers table for support as he tries to catch his breath. Kyzer grabs Frank’s head and slams it into the table once, twice, three times. Then he spins Frank around and whips him towards the ring.

Frank jumps up just before hitting the apron, instead grabbing the ring post and swinging around it under the bottom rope coming back towards Kyzer with a full head of steam and clotheslining him to the floor mats. Frank falls to the floor beside Kyzer as both men lay motionless.

The ref is up to ten. The crowd counts along while hoping that both men can get back into the ring before the ref gets to twenty.

Alecia Matthews: This is the moment this match will be decided. They’ve both taken a lot of punishment. Whichever one gets up first and gets back in the ring has a good chance to win it.

Frank Lynn is the first to his feet, slowly sliding into the ring to stop the count at fifteen. Then he slides right out again as Kyzer makes his way to his feet. Frank hits another clothesline on Kyzer, smashing him into the announcers table. Frank drapes Kyzer over the table face down, then climbs back onto the apron.

Frank eyes up Kyzer checking his position, grabs the top rope, jumps up, springboards off the middle rope, spins 180 degrees in the air and hits Kyzer with a leg drop across his back. Frank lands on his feet and gets into the ring again, this time leaning against the ropes and watching Kyzer while the ref starts another twenty count.

Kyzer takes his time, sensing that Frank is not coming outside the ring again. He regains his senses while the crowd counts along with the ref. 2… 3… 4… and so on.

At 19, having taken full advantage of the count, Kyzer slides his torso into the ring long enough to break the count. Frank moves in to drag Kyzer the rest of the way into the ring but Kyzer grabs Frank’s ankle and quickly yanks him backwards. Frank falls to the mat and Kyzer pulls him out of the ring, lifting Frank onto his shoulders.

Kyzer spins around in a 360 to get extra momentum and slams Frank into the ring apron with a power bomb.

Daniel Knight: Frank just won’t learn. He is the only one trying to have fair fights. Kyzer doesn’t care!

Alecia Matthews: You may be right. Frank’s back must be hurting him bad now. The apron is the hardest part of the ring. Kyzer’s got the upper hand again.

Kyzer throws Frank into the ring, sliding in right behind him to continue the offense. Kyzer props Lynn in the corner and hits a vicious series of chops and kicks. Lynn looks dazed and confused.

Kyzer whips Frank across the ring to smash into the opposite corner, then follows it up with a running knee to Frank’s lower back. He grabs Frank and lifts him up into a reverse fireman’s carry. Frank grabs at the top rope desperately holding on while Daphne looks up from the floor shouting that he cannot take Kyzer’s finisher.

Kyzer keeps yanking Frank away from the ropes, finally breaking Frank’s hold on them. The crowd boos emphatically, not wanting Frank to eat Kyzer’s finisher.

Kyzer wastes no time, flipping Frank into the air and dropping down for the reverse death valley driver, the KYZER EFFECT.

Frank Lynn counters, landing on his feet and hitting a super kick that catches Kyzer by surprise! Frank quickly moves in and takes Kyzer down with an STO, then going straight into the DASOCHOKU!

Alecia Matthews: Frank has the DASOCHOKU locked in! The legs are grapevined! This could be it! Another legend knocked off their pedestal by the Lethal Weapon!

Daniel knight: An impressive counter by Frank but he’s too close to the ropes. Kyzer just has to reach out and grab them!

Sure enough, Kyzer’s ring awareness is good and he grabs the bottom rope. The ref signals for Frank to break the hold.

An exhausted Frank does so, stepping back and taking several deep breaths as the sweat pours down his face. Kyzer comes at him and they exchange punches in the center of the ring. Frank hits Kyzer and the crowd yells “YES”. Kyzer hits Frank and the crowd yells “NO”. Kyzer lands a particularly hard punch, then another and another, then whips Frank into the ropes. Frank bounces back and Kyzer lifts him onto his shoulders again going for the KYZER EFFECT. Frank counters, sliding off Kyzer and then, to the shock of everyone in the arena and watching at home…

Frank Lynn hits the CHARLES RIVER PLUNGE on Kyzer!

Daniel Knight: Holy sh*t! Frank used David Brennan’s finisher on Kyzer! What a ballsy move!

Alecia Matthews: Frank is sending all kinds of messages with that move! Now he just has to finish it… go for the cover!

Frank drops on top of Kyzer for a pin attempt, grabbing a leg for extra leverage. The ref drops down for the count.

1…
2…
3!

DING DING DING

Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match… the “Lethal Weapon” FRANK LYYYNNNNNN!

Alecia Matthews: He did it! Frank Lynn pinned the God of F*ck Michael Kyzer fair and square. The revolution rolls on!

Daniel Knight: I have to give credit to Frank, that was an impressive win. No fluke about it. He took everything Kyzer had and gave back just a little bit more.

Alecia Matthews: It has been a great night for Frank Lynn. First he wins the Golden Opportunity, albeit under dubious circumstances, and now he beats a freakin’ legend! Lila has to give him serious consideration as contender to David Brennan.

The crowd goes wild!

THIS IS WRESTLING!
THIS IS WRESTLING!
THIS IS WRESTLING!

Daphne joins Frank in the ring raising his arm in victory while holding the Golden Opportunity briefcase up high with her other hand.

Kyzer looks on, slowly making his way up the ramp. At first he looks defeated but then his mouth contorts into an alarming, wicked smile before he disappears backstage.

Frank grabs a microphone to address the crowd. In between panting and deep breaths, he manages to make a short statement.

Frank Lynn: Thank you for your support. That match was exactly what the revolution is all about. Two men pushing each other to the limit until one comes out on top. I hope you all enjoyed it. Up next Joe Bishop will show you more of the same as he puts David Brennan down. Long live the REVOLUTION!

Frank and Daphne make their way up the ramp, Frank slumping a little as the adrenaline wears off and the physical toll of the match catches up to him.

Alecia Matthews: Frank was right. That was the match and the win he needed tonight. No blood. No chaos. Just a good clean win over one of the best. Redemption for his actions earlier tonight against Ante Whitner.

Daniel Knight: Can Joe Bishop match his effort? He has his work cut out for him against David Brennan.

[King Richius]

Alecia Matthews: Before Bishop and Brennan get to work, we have another surprise in store for everybody. Take a look at who is making his way to the ring.

Brandon Bison’s eyes are set straight on the ring as he walks towards it. This is his first time back at a WFWF event. He is wearing a pair of black shorts and a blue button down shirt and sporting a new, clean shaven look. He looks determined to make his return a milestone in his career.

Brandon Bison: It’s about time I step foot back in a WFWF ring! It’s been way too long since I last stood between these ropes and seen a crowd like you guys here in New Orleans.

Brandon paces back and forth. He looks down for quite a bit before addressing the crowd once again.

Brandon: As much as I’d like to see everything the same as I did when I was first a part of WFWF, a lot of things have changed since then and I feel like it’s time for me to evolve. I’ve trimmed the fat in my life over the past few months and gotten rid of anything that would get in the way of me reaching my full potential as a competitor here. What goes down in the ring is my priority now, and nothing is going to stop me from doing my best.

Brandon peers out to the crowd and grins.

Brandon: From now on, this is going to be known as the day that reinvigorated WFWF. Back to Basics is more than just a name. It’s a vision of what this new era is all about and what it means for this company. There are waves of people coming to see what WFWF is all about, and there are some fresh faces joining the promotion to show what they’re all about. Trust me, they’re in for a treat because starting today they’ve welcomed themselves into a place that’s going to be ruled by a bison and after all is said and done, the one man left standing, scratching and clawing to reach the top is going to be Brandon Bison.

Brandon walks out of the ring while the crowd cheers approvingly, many chanting “Welcome back!” as he heads straight to the curtain to go backstage.

Daniel Knight: It’s good to see the big man back in a WFWF ring.

Alecia Matthews: A sentiment every one in the arena shares. Wait, look who is making his presence known now.

Daniel Knight: This should be interesting.

So far tonight New Orleans has already bore witness to some of the WFWF’s brightest, now it was time for them to meet it’s darkest as Seizure of Power rung out across the speakers, the lights dimming down in the Smoothie King Centre, an array of crimson spotlights shining down upon the crowd, moving around them, illuminating their thunderous chorus of boos that grows ever louder as the spotlights move to the stage, shining down upon the King of Demons. Trace Demon stands front and centre, staring down at the ring. He throws his hand up, points his finger out like a gun. It lingers in the air, seconds longer than normal, but the reason for this is unknown even to The Villain himself. Eventually he pulls the trigger and throws his hand in the air, the lights in the arena exploding to life in one singular moment. Trace stands there, bathing in the deafening boos of the crowd, and then marches towards the ring, focused.

Alecia Matthews: As you’ll all know by now tonight’s show is being run by Frank Lynn, the reason for that though? He beat this man right here, Trace Demon, and you just know that’s eating him alive.

Daniel Knight: Nobody has heard a single word from him since that loss, but it looks like he’s about to break his silence.

Trace ignores the fans as they reach out to try and touch him, they mean as much to him as anything else in New Orleans. He climbs up the steel steps, entering through the ropes and steps into the centre of the ring. He looks out at the crowd, from one side of the arena to the next. There’s a solemness about him tonight. From within his red leather jacket he pulls a microphone, the King of Demons not wasting much time in getting to the point.

Trace Demon: I bet you’re all pretty happy tonight, eh?

A raucous chorus of cheers erupts from the Smoothie King Centre.

Trace Demon: Well it might come to surprise you that I don’t share your glee. In fact I’m pretty damn well pissed off. Now there ain’t nobody around here who’s going to say I’ve ever been a gracious loser, but people seem to think that me losing to Frank Lynn last week is hitting me harder than other losses, not there I’ve got that many under my belt in the first place. Now they seem to think this because by whatever miracle Frank Lynn pulled out of his ass last week, him beating me means he gets to run the show tonight. For whatever reason, that’s meant to bother me. Now I’ll admit, losing to that piece of sh*t has pissed me off. But it’s nothing more than the fact that it shouldn’t have happened. I shouldn’t have lost to Frank Lynn, and that’s something I’ve got plans to rectify. But this idea that me gifting Lynn the keys to the kingdom tonight is personally devastating? Well I don’t know what you people are smoking but it’s clearly a damn sight stronger than I thought. The fact is I don’t give a damn about Frank Lynn running the show tonight. I didn’t fight Frank Lynn last week because I wanted to stop him from having his one night of respect or whatever the f*ck this is. I wanted to end Frank Lynn, I wanted to end this revolution nonsense. But as far as stopping Lynn from running things for one night? That’s all Lila Sleater, not me.

Trace begins to pace around the ring, his words methodical and calm.

Trace Demon: See as far as Frank Lynn running tonight goes… it don’t mean a thing. If Franky boy thinks that running things tonight is going to make some big difference to the WFWF well I’m sorry to be the one to break it to you but that’s not gonna happen. Because everything I’ve said for the past six weeks has been completely true. You people, as much as you’d love to deny it, aren’t here to watch respect-filled wrestling, you’re here to watch people like me f*ck sh*t up so you can all be entertained! I know it, you know it and somewhere deep down Frank Lynn has to know it too. So if he thinks tonight means a thing to me or to the WFWF? Well sooner or later he’ll have to accept the fact that by the time the next show rolls around and we’re back to your regularly scheduled programming… nobody will remember tonight. Nobody will care, nobody will talk about it and I can guarantee you it won’t change anybody’s mind about what the WFWF should be. But Frank if you want to live in your delusions for another night well who am I to take that away from you? Because to be honest, and this might surprise you, I’m not out here to ruin things. I’m not out here to mess all this up. And we both know Frank if I wanted to, I could, but I’m quite content to take the night off from causing chaos and focus on doing business instead.

Trace pulls a folded-up piece of paper out of his pocket. He unfolds it, holding it up in the air as if that’ll help anybody read it.

Trace Demon: This right here is the contract for mine and Frank’s match last week. Signed by us both and by Lila Sleater. Now I know she’s not in charge tonight but the fact is this is still a binding deal. Now if any of you thought I was working with Lila out of the goodness of my heart well clearly you ain’t watched this show before, because that ain’t me. No, I got plenty out of this deal just like she did. Because right here, in black and white, it says that by wrestling this match I guarantee myself a shot at the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship. It doesn’t say anything about winning or losing, which means as far as I’m concerned I am the rightful number one contender to a title I never should have lost. Now I know you’re back there Lila and I know you might not be in charge tonight but as soon as this show’s over you’re the one making the matches again so I want you to come out here and announce to all of these people that at our next show it will be Trace Demon against David Brennan for the WFWF Championship. And you can damn well guarantee I’m not going anywhere until I get my match.

Trace waits, the crowd waits, until a few moments later Lila Sleater walks out onto the ramp, a microphone in her hand. She looks down at the ring, at Trace Demon, a man who she has shown nothing but contempt for ever since she took up the job as General Manager of the WFWF, a man who has caused chaos and misery for her at every turn. She looks down at Trace Demon… and she smiles.

Lila Sleater: Trace, you really think you deserve a shot at the WFWF World Championship? I mean be serious, you’re not the man you used to be. That’s two matches straight you’ve lost to Frank Lynn. You like to think you’re on the same tier as Brennan and Kyzer and Drakz but let’s face it, you’ve lost a step. But you’re right, that contract doesn’t say anything about winning or losing to get your title match, so I can’t stop you from taking it. I can’t stop you from having your shot at Brennan and the title. So next show, if you walk into that arena, you’ll get your title shot.

Trace smiles, nods at Lila, as if she’s finally making a good decision. The crowd don’t know whether to boo that Trace Demon’s getting what he wants yet again or cheer the fact that a must-see match has just been made for next week.

Trace Demon: It's about time you started making some smart decisions Lila, maybe you're finally starting to see sense. So there you have it people. You enjoy your little Frank Lynn extravaganza, because next time you'll be tuning it to watch me take back my rightful place at the top of this company. Next time you'll be tuning in to watch me take my WFWF Championship and just like that all of this, this whole show, will be for nothing, because I will rule this place yet again. And when I beat David Brennan, when I walk into that arena and I take back my title, you will all remember why this is my show, my company and my kingdom!

But Lila’s not done.

Lila Sleater: I said if, not when.

Her smile fades.

Lila Sleater: Trace, a few weeks ago you said something to me, something that resonated. You told me sooner or later one of us would have to to win. That one of these days one of us will end the other one. And you’re right, we can’t do this forever. Sooner or later someone has to win… and somebody has to lose. Trace, you’ve been doing this a long time, and I think doing this as long as you have has left you a little… I don’t know, rusty? I wasn’t trying to insult you when I said you’ve lost a step, I meant it. You’re not dangerous anymore, you’re boring, you’re predictable, you’re paint-by-numbers. And people are bored of it, I’m bored of it. So sure, we could keep going back and forth doing the same thing over and over, or we could stop, and one of us can just… win. What do you say Trace? How about we just end this, right now?

Trace Demon: Bring it.

Lila chuckles sadly.

Lila Sleater: When I started here I promised myself I wouldn’t become like you, that I wouldn’t be this vindictive, spiteful monster who hurt others. But I also promised I would do anything to make the WFWF a better place. And right now what’s best for the WFWF is that you aren’t around anymore. Just know that I don’t enjoy this, and I’ll probably never forgive myself, but it’s for the best. I’m sorry Trace, I truly am.

Trace Demon doesn’t know what to think, neither do the fans, but then someone rolls into the ring, a man most wouldn’t recognise unless they’d paid attention to his one previous appearance. But they recognise what he’s holding, a black baseball bat, so often wielded by Trace Demon in recent months to cause chaos and destruction, to take out rookies, to break Joe Bishop’s leg. Only now it’s wrapped in barbed wire.

And just like that… Tyler Draven swings the bat.

It connects with the side of Trace Demon’s skull. He doesn’t see it coming and it hits so hard he probably doesn’t even realise what’s happening as it slams into his head, the barbed wire ripping into his flesh as it’s torn out. Trace drops to his knees, blood streaming down his head from where the flesh has been ripped off. Tyler stands behind him, looking down at the man who mentored him, who brought him to this very ring.

And then he lifts the bat again and he swings. It slams into Trace’s head with a sickening crack. Trace’s eyes glaze over and as Tyler rips the barbed wire out of his skin he collapses to the mat, a puddle of blood surrounding his skull on the canvas beneath. He doesn’t move, doesn’t budge. Tyler stands there, motionless, but his face tells the story. He hates this, more than anyone else he wishes it could be different. But his resolve holds. One final time he lifts the bat high above his head, blood dripping onto him as he does so, and then he brings the bat down with such force that it nearly caves Trace’s skull in. It’s a miracle that the broken king at his feet is still breathing as he tears the barbed wire bat out of his head one final time.

The arena is eerily silent. Alecia Matthews and Daniel Knight are speechless. Tyler Draven just stands there, looking down at Trace Demon. Lila stands atop the ramp, her hand covering her mouth. She knew this was coming, she wanted this, but at the same time she didn’t, she hates this is what it’s come to. As medics rush past her and down to the ring she steps aside. As they slide into the ring Tyler simply walks past them and climbs out of the ring, walking up the ramp, dragging the bat behind him, leaving a trail of blood in his wake. He looks at Lila atop the ramp and she looks back. No words, only a glance, and then he turns to look as the medics surround Trace, desperately checking on him. His chest moves shallowly as he breaths, in itself a relief. But as they check to see how serious the damage is, beyond the ripped flesh of his face and the blood that covers it, the damage is clear for all to see.

Trace Demon, the mighty King of Demons, has been unseated from his throne. For all his bluster, for all his misdeeds, for everything that Trace Demon will be remembered for, in this moment he is broken. And as Tyler Draven finally takes his leave something becomes clear.

The King is dead. Love live the king.
.
.
.

Minutes pass slowly in the arena as production tries to distract the crowd with a video package that nobody watches or cares about.

The viewers at home are treated to an extended commercial break. Based on the sponsors, the typical WFWF viewer is fat from eating fast food, drunk from cheap beer, stuck to their couch watching reruns of crime dramas, and can’t go six months without wrecking their car. If it isn’t insured by the General then it’s time for WEBESEEDEEBO b*tches!
.
.
.

Finally, the show goes back to a live shot of a now vacant ring, the mat stained pink after the less than successful cleaning efforts of Billy Broom’s crew.

Alecia Matthews: What the f*ck do I say after that? I’m sorry folks but the show must go on.

Daniel Knight: *ahem* Please turn your attention to the Tunatron for another wrestler debut… *muttering* Did Lila just sanction the attempted murder of Trace Demon?

Fade in to a darkened room with a leather computer chair on wheels facing away from the camera and to the left in front of us we see a middle aged balding man with a sinister and unnerving grin spreading across his face. It is clear to see there is a large figure sitting in the chair facing away from us, with muscle-bound shoulders and the back of his shaved head gleaming.

??: "Every person on this earth wears a mask. Figuratively speaking, people wear masks for all kinds of different reasons. To impress friends, to entice prospective partners… to hide their deepest, darkest secrets. People wear masks in bars, in malls, in drug stores, hell, even in their own home. Most ordinary American’s do this to hide their true selves, they are ashamed of who they really are, and ashamed of the thoughts that really go through their heads when their alone."

The camera pans to the leather chairs wheels, which spin around slowly, as the camera elevates the mysterious figure is revealed. The enigmatic figure is a physical specimen, a huge muscular figure from head to toe. As the camera continues to elevate we arrive at the top of the mystery man’s neck as the camera shows the head of the hulking figure. It is concealed by a steel mask which covers almost all the man’s face barring his mouth and his eyes. His eyes are what stand out though, just in his eyes we can see that there is a rage inside of him. He stares straight into the camera with this menacing look, as if he wants to reach through the screen and tear us limb from limb.

??: "My name is Robert Callous, and I am the representative for the demonic figure you’re staring at, while your mouth’s catch flies. This man, if it makes you feel any easier me calling him that, has experienced pain in ways which people like you could never imagine. And he’s been on both ends of it. He fought his way out of the ghetto that he was brought up in to make a name for himself in the wrestling business. After a terrible tragedy which ended his dream, he locked himself away for years, building up great anger, resentment and hatred for people like you. The people who pay to see the young, handsome, and charismatic wrestlers who fit the bill to become ‘superstars’ in this industry. This monster doesn’t fit that description. He has no interest in pleasing you, or anyone. He has no interest in the little ‘revolution’ that some do-gooders in this federation have going on at present. And he certainly has no interest in pleasing corporate fat cats and helping them rake in more cash for them to revel in. He is interested in only one thing, destruction."

The figure just continues staring at the camera, with the aggression and anger in his eyes becoming more violent.

Callous: "This is the reason that Lazer has come to the WFWF. Lazer wants to destroy your heroes... and your villains. Lazer wants to single-handedly and systematically tear apart the entire locker room. Lazer wants everybody to feel his pain. As you’ve probably realised by now, my client wears a mask. This mask is NOTHING like the masks that you people are wearing right now. You wear your masks to make you into a cooler friend, to make you into a more suitable companion, to make you into a ‘normal’, ‘functioning’ and ‘civilised’ member of society. Lazer has no interest in hiding any of his darkest feelings and emotions behind his mask, he revels in them. His mask covers scars, yours covers your embarrassment. His mask covers his battle wounds, yours covers your self-loathing. His mask covers thirty-three years of physical and mental torture, yours covers your hideously self-obsessed true selves."

Lazer stands from his chair and towers above Robert Callous who looks up to his face like one may look up at a skyscraper. Callous laughs as Lazer stares straight through the camera, with contempt and fury.

Callous: "So this is a message to the WFWF. The superstars, the upper echelon, the referees, hell, even catering! Run. While you can. Because there is no discriminating when it comes to Lazer’s wrath. There is an atom bomb coming to the WFWF, which is going to obliterate the entire federation, and it’s standing right here…"

Callous points to Lazer with a wicked grin on his face. Lazer doesn’t shift his eyes or his body, and continues to stare through the camera with a rage-filled intensity. Callous again lets out a cackling laugh as we fade to black.

Daniel Knight: Lazer is one seriously scary dude: big, jacked, and wearing a creepy mask.

Alecia Matthews: He joins the list of new wrestlers who will be out to make a good first impression at our next show along with Hamilton K. Clarke and Chris Priceless.

Daniel Knight: I’m being told that Kay Fabe is in the locker room with an update for us.

The Tunatron shows Kay Fabe, the diminutive yet busty and beautiful brunette who serves as the WFWF’s backstage reporter, standing near the gorilla position, many WFWF staffers milling about behind her shaking their heads, gesturing wildly, and shouting at each other. You get the feeling that they are trying to recover from yet another slice of WFWF anarchy.

Kay Fabe: That’s right Daniel, there is news from the locker room. Apparently there was a huge blow up between Lila Sleater and Frank Lynn resulting in Lila being ejected from the building.

Alecia Matthews: Do you have any more details? What were they fighting about? Does Frank have anything to say about it?

Kay Fabe: I tried to ask Frank what is going on but he refused to talk to me. The only thing anybody knows for certain is that Frank was extremely upset with Lila over what she did to Trace Demon, it got physical, and Frank threatened to have security remove Lila if she didn’t leave of her own accord.

Daniel Knight: Any word on Trace Demon’s condition?

Kay Fabe: Not really. It’s bad… very, very bad. He’s on his way to a local medical facility. It could be a while before we get any updates from the doctors.

Daniel Knight: Thank you for your report, Kay.

[King Richius]

Alecia Matthews: And as if that weren't enough folks, it's time now for our main event!

Daniel Knight: Frank Lynn's main event, in many ways.

Alecia Matthews: Almost to a fault, Daniel. Historically, the main event of a WFWF production has been a veritable breeding ground for complete calamity, and there's perhaps no greater magnet for such chaos as the WFWF World Heavyweight Champion.

Daniel Knight: That's right Alecia. If Frank Lynn hopes for any sort of punctual bow to be placed upon the war of words he's waged against the state of the WFWF for months now, he'll want this one to go by the books - a tall order for a man not even present in the match!

Darkness engulfs the Smoothie King Center 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, to a hostile reception from the WFWF fans.

Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a NON-TITLE MATCH and it is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring at this time, from Wimbledon, England, weighing in at two hundred and five pounds....Joe Bishop!

The Englishman raises his right arm, with his hand forming a fist, as he takes a few seconds to take in the abuse from the crowd. 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 – ready to take on his opponent.

Alecia Matthews: Hardly a warm reception for the man many might argue to be the very catalyst for tonight's show.

Daniel Knight: It's a airtight argument - Frank Lynn may be the force behind the operation, but I'd contend that, without Joe Bishop, there is no revolution, and as such, perhaps no Back to Basics.

The capacity crowd erupts as the arena lights dim, the whistling melody of "The House of the Rising Sun" echoing throughout the arena. A thin, low hanging fog fills the stage as a hue of green and orange searchlights pan across the audience.

“There is a house in Sin City
they call The Rising Sun,
and it's been the ruin
of many a poor boy,
and God, I know, I'm one.”

As the music kicks into full gear, nearly deafening the cheers from the sold out crowd, the beams of light converge upon the stage as David Brennan slowly steps out from behind the curtain, casting a glow upon him as he pauses to survey the crowd before him. The reflection of the light, tonight, glimmers and shines off of the plates of the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship, strapped snugly around Brennan's waist. Over each should, his grand prize is flanked by one half of the WFWF Tag Team Championships on one side, and the WFWF International Championship on the other.

Christa Adina: And his opponent - from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at two hundred and forty three pounds, he is the self-proclaimed, undisputed WFWF Tag Team Champion, the WFWF International Champion, and the WFWF World Heavyweight Champion....David Brennan!

With his attention focused sharp upon the ring, Brennan begins his march down the ramp, casting passing glances to the ringside fans clamoring to either side of him. Making his way toward the ringside steps, he pauses once more to stare up at the sheer height and depth of the crowd, affording the fans all the way toward the back a rare glimpse of attention, before turning to climb the steel steps, passing through the ropes and into the ring.

Alecia Matthews: Brennan is bringing out all the hardware tonight.

Daniel Knight: What a complete show of absolutely no sportsmanship! Brennan knows that Frank Lynn sought for this to be Bishop's world title rematch! This is a total slap in the face of Bishop and this evening's general manager!

Pacing past Bishop with little more than a cursory smirk, he stops in the corner opposite the steps, a hand on either plane of the top rope. As the lights return and his music fades, he glances out toward the crowd once more before hoisting his two additional titles in the air, making a complete show of his accomplishments before turning his attention back toward the center of the ring.

Bishop steps forward, ready to get things going, but before Christa Adina can even cross to exit, Brennan stops her, demanding her microphone, to which she swiftly obliges before making her exit, leaving only the WFWF official to hold off between the two men.

David Brennan: Hold up there, Joe. You'll get yours, don't worry. But look - we gotta address the elephant in the room, man. Now, you'n me? We've done this dance enough for the world to know, man. I know mama tried to get you what's yours comin' in here tonight, and I know push came to shove that his business wasn't big enough to get the job done, but even if Frankie's pants ain't as big as he fancies 'em to be, that ain't necessarily to say that I disagree.

Rather than respond, Bishop simple stares daggers back at Brennan, his jowls clenched, his eyes imploring the champion to get to the point.

David Brennan: Now, I'd hate for you've to come on back here for a whole lotta nothin', and seein' as your own crew's gone on to prove that the revolution ain't much more'n whole lotta huffin' over a whole lotta nothin', I figure why not come on down here and show these people that some of us can still get sh*t done. Now, I know Frank'd love to help you fight your own battles, but I ain't much in the business of makin' friends lately, so let's just set aside this.

Brennan tosses his Tag Team Championship aside, as if to eliminate it from competition. With his free hand, he unclasps the World Heavyweight Championship from around his waist, allowing the weight of it to droop as he holds it up for discussion.

David Brennan: Now, I know it all comes down to this, really, and you ain’t really gonna wanna hear anything else I might have to say on the matter, but the fact is - world’s moved on without you Joe. Bigger’n better men than you’ve set their sights on this sh*t here, so for the moment, you’re just gonna have to grab a number, kid. Tough breaks. But this….

Setting down the world title, Brennan turns his eyes now to the last title left - the WFWF International Championship, which he removes from his shoulder, grasping it by the largest plate as he takes a step toward Bishop, bringing the belt up to eyeline so that both men can’t help but partially fixate their peripherals upon it.

David Brennan: ...now I dunno if the WFWF’s just full of underachievers these days or what, but this guy here? Far as I can see, he’s been all but free for the takin’, and ain’t nobody outside of a washed up ol’ hobo’s really stepped up to take a shot. Now I know your boy Frank….well, he wasn’t able to get the job done, but me? I didn’t exactly fall headfirst into these titles, son. Seems you’ve done right enough by me, comin’ down here to face the music all by your lonesome tonight, even on Revolution night...what say I return the favor? Make this sh*t worth your while, huh?

The crowd comes unhinged. Not a soul in the room was expecting a championship bout tonight, not after the night’s main event was so pointedly dubbed a “rubber match”. Bishop and Brennan trade exchanging glances across the arena, as if either of them actually sought the approval of the capacity crowd’s thirst for a match with some degree of implication between the two most recent World Champions. Mouthing his approval, Bishop nods to the official, backing into his corner as he loosens up, now seemingly dead set upon recapturing some of his former glory.

Alecia Matthews: ‘No sportsmanship’, my foot! David Brennan just walked out here and handed Joe Bishop a championship match - uncompelled and unprovoked! The officials are talking it through, and….yes, it seems we’re headed back to Christa Adina…

Fumbling to catch the mic as Brennan returns it mid-air, Christa Adina steps up to the ring mat, conferring once more with the official, who now has Brennan’s International Championship in hand.

Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen….per the champion...the following contest is still scheduled for one fall, but it is now for the WFWF International Championship!!!

The crowd roars as both men back into their respective corners, eyeing one another as the belt is passed to the timekeeper. Keeping each man at bay, the official calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Alecia Matthews: And here we go, folks - Brennan/Bishop three, this time for the WFWF International Championship!

The two competitors slowly approach one another, neither taking a fighting stance. It’s almost as if neither man wants to let on to the other any sign of intimidation. Brennan wears a smirk on his face as his eyes lock with Bishop’s, who remains stoic and unflinching, staring daggers through his opponent before him.

So determined to hold the psychological edge over the other, neither man pays any mind to the raucous eruption from the crowd, causing neither to notice the fact that Michael Kyzer has emerged from the crowd.

Daniel Knight: Nooo, nononono….what’s he doing here?!

Seizing the opportunity presented by neither man wanting to forfeit the upper ground, Kyzer is on the apron and between the ropes before either man finally notices his presence, though neither moves to give up any ground, perhaps motivated into reconsideration by the length of cast iron pipe clenched in Kyzer’s hand as he joins the pair, turning the staredown into a three way standoff. He briskly motions toward Bishop, brushing him off and imploring him to live to fight another day, before turning his focus toward Brennan. A mic, almost magically, materializes in his free hand, as he stares calmly and cooly at his former charge.

Michael Kyzer: Here I am, David, just as you asked. Now - what are you going to do about it, friend?

Without warning Kyzer drops the mic with a thud, hauling back and smashing Brennan in the face with the pipe clutched in his opposite hand, shattering Brennan’s face in an instant with a full forced, backhanded swing, almost instantly rendering him unrecognizable. The champion falls in a heap at Kyzer’s feet, likely the sole place the self proclaimed God of F*ck wants him to be.

Alecia Matthews: My God, why?!

Almost instinctually, Bishop launches into action, shooting a spinning heel kick toward Kyzer’s head as the shrill ping of the bell sounds throughout the arena in a rapid cadence, signaling the end of Bishop’s title shot almost as quickly as it had emerged. His vengeance, however, is short lived - almost like magic, Kyzer catches the back of Bishop’s foot with his free hand, stalling the imminent strike mid-air, leaving his assailant to grasp for his bearings on one foot. Just as it seems Bishop may be able to retaliate with an enziguri to escape, Kyzer leaves Brennan to his defenses, turning the pipe on Bishop’s upended leg - the very limb he’d just finished rehabbing.

Daniel Knight: No, dammit!

Alecia Matthews: My god! Michael Kyzer has just laid more waste to Joe Bishop’s just-healed leg!

Daniel Knight: It’s like he’s trying to fill some sort of void just opened by the fall of Trace Demon!

With the shrill strike of the bell still sounding in a futile attempt to call order to the chaos in the ring, Bishop falls to the mat, clutching his leg mere feet from a seemingly unconscious, bloodied, and visibly battered David Brennan. Standing tall, Kyzer relishes in his handiwork, his eyes darting back and forth as if trying to determine which end result brings him more personal gratification.

His personal relish, however, is short lived, as “Anthem of the Space” screams out throughout the arena, signaling the arrival of the evening’s general manager.

Daniel Knight: Finally, some order!

Alecia Matthews: Frank Lynn cannot be in the best of moods, Daniel. Tonight was, as you’d noted, meant to be a night for him to showcase his vision for the WFWF, and between all we’ve seen these past few moments, between Trace Demon being laid to waste at the behest of the WFWF’s full time authority and now Kyzer making a complete massacre out of his main event, it seems to all be falling to pieces before his very eyes.

Indeed, Frank Lynn looks certifiably incensed as he storms down to the ring to restore order, Daphne Velasquez trailing behind, clutching Lynn’s newly gotten Golden Opportunity championship in her arms. His arrival is enough for Kyzer to slink away, dropping to the mat and rolling out, waving off a mockery of an adieu as he disappears back into the capacity crowd.

Daniel Knight: And there’s your bigger, better man, Brennan! Shying away the moment any real authority rears its head!

Alecia Matthews: I’d argue that, given the circumstances, Kyzer’s actions are little more than in the interest of self preservation. Lynn’s power expires in a matter of moments as is - I’d imagine Kyzer has little worry nor care for any of that.

Nevertheless, the ring is vacant, save for the two ailing competitors as Lynn ascends the steps, stepping between the ropes to survey the damage. His attention, predictably, is focused on Joe Bishop, as he kneels to tend to his once more fallen friend before turning, angrily, to beckon for a medical squadron to see to the former champion’s injuries. He stands back, overseeing the staff as they arrive, looking on like some brooding, callous supervisor as his friend is stretchered away, paying little mind to the bloodied champion opposite him, who appears to have regained consciousness, but only just, showing minimal signs of life as he rolls to his side, gingerly reaching for the spot where his face has been completely smashed inward.

Alecia Matthews: It would seem, folks, that Joe Bishop will be ushered right back to the injured list from which he’d just emerged. Hopefully our champion, love him or hate him, will be well enough to come out of his own accord this evening. There’s no doubt no love lost between Frank Lynn and David Brennan, but you can’t imagine that this is the note Frank would have wanted his show to have ended upon.

As Lynn paces the ring, looking here and there as if trying to wonder where it all went wrong, his manager, Daphne Velasquez, appears entirely focused on the bloodied, broken champion. At first glance, it would appear to be a case of shell shock - Brennan’s face, even at its best, is hardly for the weak at heart, nevermind its current state - but that quickly turns to a look of thrill and pure realization, as her glance begins rapidly darting between Brennan and the general manager across the ring, wallowing in the wreckage of his night. Finally, after several moments of realizing the gravity of the situation before her, Daphne rushes across the ring, forcibly turning Lynn to face her as she begins barking orders at him with a newfound sense of almost her own, ill-gotten authority.

Lynn looks bewildered as Daphne’s rapid fire instructions hurl at him a mile a minute, but soon, he seems to come to what it is she’s saying, nodding slowly as he begins surveying the area for….something else. Turning, barely maintaining a grip on the Golden Opportunity Championship as its thrust into his arms, he spots an official and the ring announcer standing back at ringside, completely in awe in their own right at what’s just transpired before them. Hoisting the Golden Opportunity, he begins barking his own orders, his gestures ordering the two of them to the ring as he calls a third - the timekeeper - to ringside, practically tossing the Golden Opportunity into his arms.

Alecia Matthews: He…...he cannot be thinking…..

Christa Adina: L….ladies and gentlemen, Frank Lynn…..Frank Lynn is cashing in his Golden Opportunity Championship! The…..the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the WFWF International Championship!

Alecia Matthews: ......no….

Daphne exits the ring right behind Adina as Lynn continues barking orders at the official, who, almost begrudgingly, calls for the bell as David Brennan has only just managed to drag himself to a seated slump in the far corner of the ring.

DING! DING! DING!

Lynn rushes across the ring, driving a knee into the shattered face of David Brennan, sending his head bouncing off the second turnbuckle and causing him to once again drop like a brick, undoubtedly unconscious once more, to the mat. Dragging him to the center of the ring, Frank hurriedly drops over the champion, hooking his leg, looking out upon the crowd with a look of fire and vigor in his eyes.

Alecia Matthews: This isn’t even worthy of calling!

One…

...two…

…three!!!

Alecia Matthews: I’m done.

Frank leaps to his feet, charging toward the ropes as Daphne climbs to meet him upon the apron, having already seized the International Championship from the timekeeper’s clutches. She joins him in the ring, thrusting the belt upon him before throwing his hands to the sky in victory as his music resonates throughout the arena.

Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen….your winner, and the NEW WFWF International Champion….Frank Lynn!

A chorus of uncertain cheers and jeers greets the new champion as he relishes in his moment, staring down at the belt in his hands with a look of exhausted triumph in his eyes. With Daphne clearing the way, he climbs the far corner, thrusting the belt into the air, shouting victorious triumph out to the sea of WFWF fans as a team of medics finally arrives to tend to David Brennan. Daphne joins her charge in his victorious lap of the four corners, applauding and shouting her own creed of triumph as we, and seemingly, the Revolution in our wake, fade to black.

[King Richius]

So here it is, the first show of the Kings of Top Talent era. Thanks to everyone who contributed. I think it’s an awesome show from start to finish.

Show Credits
Main Writer: King Richius
Segments by: @nwf , Kill Em' All , Lazer , Sizzle , The Gangsta , Rated R , bad guy™
Main Event & Graphics by: CM Poor

[bad guy™]

Good show. Lots of blood, clearly as wrestling was meant to be.

[King Richius]

Mar 10, 2018 8:47:52 GMT -5 bad guy™ said:

Good show. Lots of blood, clearly as wrestling was meant to be.

Oh yeah, Frank Lynn would like to thank all the segment writers who helped make his night of honor, respect, and sportsmanship such a success.  At this very moment he is making a hand gesture telling you all he thinks you are #1.    

[CM Poor]

King Richius and a slew of others did the lions share of this show, and as I kept to my word in doing the bare minimum, I'd like to commend the showing. Three matches is not a lot to work with, especially when each is decided by default, but y'all made it something work reading. Carry that over when the signups go live, and I think the momentum we built here can really keep this place rolling along.

I'd also like to commend me for my anti-Flaps-esque move in utilizing the power vested in myself to drop a title out of competition my first show in, but moreover, point out to our newcomers that the championship picture is no longer tied up in one character currently embroiled in his own ongoing storyline. The International title is very much alive again, and there isn't an active writer here who shouldn't be able to take the raw clay we've given you regarding that belt's story status and make something stunning out of it.

Nicely done, everyone. Keep it rolling.

[King Richius]

Mar 10, 2018 9:01:11 GMT -5 CM Poor said:

I'd also like to commend me for my anti-Flaps-esque move in utilizing the power vested in myself to drop a title out of competition my first show in, but moreover, point out to our newcomers that the championship picture is no longer tied up in one character currently embroiled in his own ongoing storyline. The International title is very much alive again, and there isn't an active writer here who shouldn't be able to take the raw clay we've given you regarding that belt's story status and make something stunning out of it. 

In other words:



Bring your best because I'm going to show that I am a worthy champion, not some schlub who got a belt handed to him.

[Deleted]

This was a great show!

[Rated R]

This is a really bittersweet show for me. I thought the show itself was fantastic and you guys did a great job with what you were given in terms of sign-ups and no-shows, but at the same time it's weird knowing that a character I've written for over ten years is pretty much gone, just like that.

That's right, this was the end of Trace Demon. It's not a story that's going to be resolved next show with him turning up right as rain, he's gone, done, say adios to the King of Demons. Trace has always been a sort of dark mirror of myself and writing him has gotten me through some pretty messed up times in my own life, so it was pretty damn weird to write him off in the way I did. But at the same time I feel like ten years plus writing the same character, with literally no time-off from him in that entire time, is too much. There's only so many stories to tell and only so much time you can write one guy before you inevitably get burned out. So that's it, Trace Demon is no more. Hope you all enjoyed the ride.

[CM Poor]

Mar 10, 2018 9:44:37 GMT -5 Rated R said:

This is a really bittersweet show for me. I thought the show itself was fantastic and you guys did a great job with what you were given in terms of sign-ups and no-shows, but at the same time it's weird knowing that a character I've written for over ten years is pretty much gone, just like that.

That's right, this was the end of Trace Demon. It's not a story that's going to be resolved next show with him turning up right as rain, he's gone, done, say adios to the King of Demons. Trace has always been a sort of dark mirror of myself and writing him has gotten me through some pretty messed up times in my own life, so it was pretty damn weird to write him off in the way I did. But at the same time I feel like ten years plus writing the same character, with literally no time-off from him in that entire time, is too much. There's only so many stories to tell and only so much time you can write one guy before you inevitably get burned out. So that's it, Trace Demon is no more. Hope you all enjoyed the ride.

I'm one show in and I was already tempted to "lose" a segment. RIP Trace

[Drakz]

Rated R, and we never got our final match.


Great show guys. Frank Lynn is a piece of sh*t it seems. Give him the power and immediately he uses it for his own gain. Looking forward to seeing where that's going.

Sorry I didn't reply to people's RPs this show. I was enjoying the breathing room not being owner has granted me. I'll get back on it next show.

Well done boys!

[King Richius]

Mar 10, 2018 9:44:37 GMT -5 Rated R said:

This is a really bittersweet show for me. I thought the show itself was fantastic and you guys did a great job with what you were given in terms of sign-ups and no-shows, but at the same time it's weird knowing that a character I've written for over ten years is pretty much gone, just like that.

That's right, this was the end of Trace Demon. It's not a story that's going to be resolved next show with him turning up right as rain, he's gone, done, say adios to the King of Demons. Trace has always been a sort of dark mirror of myself and writing him has gotten me through some pretty messed up times in my own life, so it was pretty damn weird to write him off in the way I did. But at the same time I feel like ten years plus writing the same character, with literally no time-off from him in that entire time, is too much. There's only so many stories to tell and only so much time you can write one guy before you inevitably get burned out. So that's it, Trace Demon is no more. Hope you all enjoyed the ride.

I'm gonna' miss the rotten bastard.  Our stories became so intertwined in the past six months that it hurts a little.  I am looking forward to what's next for you.

R.I.P. Trace Demon

[King Richius]

Mar 10, 2018 10:09:41 GMT -5 Drakz said:

Rated R , and we never got our final match.


Great show guys. Frank Lynn is a piece of sh*t it seems. Give him the power and immediately he uses it for his own gain. Looking forward to seeing where that's going.

Sorry I didn't reply to people's RPs this show. I was enjoying the breathing room not being owner has granted me. I'll get back on it next show.

Well done boys!

I'M FREE!  I never have to type "The Revolution" again.  As far as I'm concerned, the story came to a satisfying conclusion and sets me up nicely for my next arc.

[Lazer]

This was a great show. Delighted that you managed to pull off so many surprises in a card which we knew the results almost. Also great promos from the other new guys. Looking forward to making my debut now!

[Kill Em' All]

Hey guys, it was amazing! Some great stuff from everyone, and I am proud to have made my debut.

[Kyzer]

Mar 10, 2018 9:44:37 GMT -5 Rated R said:

This is a really bittersweet show for me. I thought the show itself was fantastic and you guys did a great job with what you were given in terms of sign-ups and no-shows, but at the same time it's weird knowing that a character I've written for over ten years is pretty much gone, just like that.

That's right, this was the end of Trace Demon. It's not a story that's going to be resolved next show with him turning up right as rain, he's gone, done, say adios to the King of Demons. Trace has always been a sort of dark mirror of myself and writing him has gotten me through some pretty messed up times in my own life, so it was pretty damn weird to write him off in the way I did. But at the same time I feel like ten years plus writing the same character, with literally no time-off from him in that entire time, is too much. There's only so many stories to tell and only so much time you can write one guy before you inevitably get burned out. So that's it, Trace Demon is no more. Hope you all enjoyed the ride.

I don't know where you got your creativity from to keep it up for so long without a break but congrats. It is going to strange not seeing Trace(the character) around.