Post by Frank Washington on Nov 12, 2014 5:53:15 GMT
“Supreme excellence consists of breaking the enemy's resistance without fighting.”
― Sun Tzu, The Art of War
It was a week since the RWD last heard from the often outspoken Revolutionary. When Drew Stevenson left and bought out his contract it seemed to unleash a chain of events starting with Frank Washington shooting straight and pulling back that curtain just a bit on the corruption of RWD Management. To Frank it was the straw that broke the camel’s back; the boiling point that caused his budding frustration to fully reach the surface. At first it appeared RWD was set to collapse upon it’s own weight as the Drew Stevenson question unleashed an avalanche as people began to openly question and speak their mind; Noah Adelaide and Marie Porter bolted for freedom after the former unleashed a vicious diatribe directed at RWD Management and several other names soon followed the growing list of those departing from RWD. Whether the recent other departures left for their own reasons or out of the same frustration that seems to be elements of the locker room are unknown but one thing was certain; Travis Rech’s ingenious gambit was now blowing up and back firing in his face in the worst way imaginable.
Frank Washington saw the chaos as an opportunity however and looked to seize it for what it’s worth. Suddenly the tables were beginning to turn as the gears of the RWD Machine were truly shining in their decaying glory; he knew Travis Rech would have to adjust his strategy dramatically to avoid his investment vanishing as quickly as he initiated the hostile takeover of MSW. One thing most people never gave Frank Washington enough credit for was his mind for business and the inner workings of the industry; after all he managed to amass a comfortable lifestyle from smart investments over the years with his earnings and even at one point ran his own wrestling promotion. To this day he’s still sought after as a road agent in addition to his wrestling acumen and managerial services and it’s with this knowledge that he truly knows that he’s now negotiating from the position of strength and advantage.
But there was more to this situation than meets the eye even still. With all eyes on the obvious problem of the departures it’s easy to forget or overlook the plight of RWD Management’s latest scheme; the utter and complete lack of cohesion between Artemis Kaiser and Prince Abdullah Assad in the Main Event of Combat #4. Two of RWD’s brightest stars seemingly handpicked by the establishment to soften up Frank Washington and Shawna Martinez; commonly known together as The Washingtons or The Impassable Revolution, for their big matches at From the Ashes weren’t even on the same page or the same library for that matter. On the surface Assad and Artemis initially agreed to take out their specific targets but their actions since then have told a different story; the desperation by Assad and the total lack of confidence from the RWD Women’s Paper Champion (as Frank would call her) Artemis Kaiser who has since kept silent. “In the midst of chaos, there is also opportunity”, so says the Art of War and right now this couldn’t ring any more true to RWD’s Revolutionary…
The scene opens up from beautiful Vienna, Austria known widely as the City of Music and the City of Dreams. Frank and Shawna recently took a trip to Austria as part of a vacation which included a concert by a band named Gaslight Anthem; a personal favorite of Shawna’s. The trip served as a nice escape for the recently married couple as RWD was burning an ocean away and while the trip had taken a mostly leisurely tone Frank Washington still managed to keep the business at hand on mind even going so far as to channel his inner Ruxin from The League to sneak in this video shoot. Frank can be seen standing on the balcony of his hotel as night has fallen over Vienna; the vibrant cityscape can be seen bustling with life behind him. One thing that certainly steps out of his otherwise usual casual attire of a t-shirt and jeans though was the PAPER CHAMPION t-shirt he was wearing, the very same one he tweeted several days ago to Artemis Kaiser as yet an another apparent jab to one of his opponents in several days’ time. With a confident gaze and a wily grin he turned his attention to the camera ready to fire another round, another shoot aimed directly to the heart of the struggle.
Frank Washington: Funny what can happen in a week’s time isn’t it? Ever since that shoot the RWD seems like it’s been turned on its head; people are looking to book the first flight out of town while Travis Rech tries to hang onto his crumbling Empire with all his might. Suddenly the huge windfall of cash left on his desk is falling out the window quicker than dismayed stockbrokers on Wall Street jumping to their deaths after losing everything on Black Tuesday; the very event that plunged the United States into the Great Depression. Just like those very men who lived with greed in their hearts you’re now suddenly on the verge of losing everything while simultaneously dealing with widespread confusion and disorder in the ranks while your ship rapidly approaches the iceberg that would surely seal your fate. And if that wasn’t bad enough on its own you have Assad making several terrorist threats in a live video feed that’s broadcast to RWD.com and by extension the world? Well you sure know how to pick em Rech.
Frank chuckles as he makes a knocking motion on the railing of the balcony.
Frank Washington: Knock, knock. Do you hear that Assad? That’s probably the sound of FBI and Homeland Security knocking on your door right before they break down it down, put you in cuffs and raid your apartment before shipping you off the Guantanamo Bay to never been seen or heard from again. I can see it in your eyes Assad; I can see the fear and desperation like a cornered rat trying to do whatever it can to survive by any means necessary. You may have been on the winning team when we last met but make no mistake; it was Frankie Cocheese that scored the decision; I didn’t pin you and you sure as hell didn’t pin me. It’s easy to brag about a victory when the odds are stacked in your favor and the house sets you up for a big win but when the playing field is even and your highly touted advantage vanishes? You resort to terrorist threats? How stupid are you Assad!?
He shakes his head in utter disbelief all the while flashing a cynical grin, his smile having yet to fade. As far as Frank was concerned the opponents already put themselves in checkmate before the battle even begun with that unbelievable blunder.
Frank Washington: Unless Travis Rech is willing to mortgage his dying company just to bail you out and convince the FBI that you’re not a threat to National Security, a tall order in and of itself with the smoking gun of footage you left behind, you’re not going to make it to the arena on Sunday or any other day for that matter. Your wrestling career will be over and done forever all because you became a little overzealous and insecure; you’ve already taken yourself out of the equation.
But you’re right about one thing Assad, you’re sure as hell not Rech’s lapdog but a mercenary; a mercenary that gets called in when there’s no other hope of getting the end result that’s desired. You’re nobody’s first choice and not because you’re not talented because despite your embarrassing terrorist threat blunder you can actually go in the ring, it’s because you’re the very antithesis of what a free society is or “Western Culture” as I’m sure some in the Middle East would call it.
Frank runs his hand over his facial hair in deep thought, giving his opponents a few precious moments to let everything sink in so far. The dysfunction became more apparent and obvious with each passing second as Artemis Kaiser had to be sweating it out wherever she may be, knowing that it could very well become a handicap match due to the legal consequences of Assad. Even if by some divine intervention that Assad even makes it to Combat as a free man there’s no way anyone could trust a man as unhinged and fanatical as he is, his views on Women would be enough to even earn him enemies on all sides seeing as half of the main event had women in it. As he continues think over his next line of attack a certain satisfaction could be seen gleaming from his eyes much like a Chessmaster dismantling the opposition one precise move after another.
Frank Washington: Believe in what you will Assad but riddle me this; is it really wise to underestimate your opponent solely based on gender alone? My tag team partner is my wife this much is true but do you think I would’ve chosen to team with her more less marry her if I didn’t trust her or was confident in her inside and out of the ring? Is it intimidating to know Shawna could probably bench press you and Artemis simultaneously without breaking a sweat? For someone who seems to see her as little of a threat you’re sure quick to avoid her and cover your own cowardice with quips about our sex life as if you truly thought it would drive some kind of wedge.
Frank clears his throat as he tries his very best Middle East accent.
Frank Washington: “How does it feel when you are being dominated by her? How does it feel when she slips something into the exit only zone?”
He quickly drops the accent as he continues as he shrugs nonchalantly.
Frank Washington: I dunno you tell me; your people are ones with experience shoving IEDs up their ass before running into the street screaming like a lunatic. I’m not saying this as a stereotype on Arabs or Muslims but as an extremist of any ethnicity who has the gall to bomb innocent civilians or make threats of doing so because that’s exactly what you are Assad; an extremist. If by some act of God, Allah, the Flying Spaghetti Monster, Vishnu, Zeus, Satan, Xenu or heaven forbid Cthulhu Assad actually makes it to Combat you better pray long and hard to Mecca for your own wellbeing because nothing is going be able to save you from the ass kicking that’s due.
That all being said don’t think I forgot about you Artemis Kaiser, the self-proclaimed “Champion For Life”. I mean after all I did recently get this exclusive RWD merchandise just for you.
He grabs ahold of the front of the shirt with his fingers and holds it up for the camera to get a close view of it. After a moment or two he let go as he chuckled, clasping his hands together with his focus still as sharp as ever.
Frank Washington: You know ever since the days in Missouri State Wrestling you boasted a big game and for a while you actually backed yourself up. You broke my wife’s neck in what was otherwise a main event quality match and some people would even believe that the grievous injury you inflicted was just a “casualty of war”; a freak accident and it may have been since you didn’t appear to go out of your way since you seemingly executed the move plenty of times before without a hitch. I was even willing to give you that benefit of the doubt at first… until you started bragging about. But personal feelings aside you opened a lot of eyes with that victory and at Back to Basics you retained in as close of a match I’ve seen in quite a while but what exactly have you done since then? You come to RWD on the first show and you get awarded a belt you didn’t even earn or fight for and you talk… talk about finishing Shawna Martinez and how you could end her any moment. Every moment she gets she pounds her chest threatening to “finish what she started” but riddle me this Artemis; where have you disappeared to when you’re finally facing off on opposite sides against her? Go ahead, I’ll wait for you.
He looks at his watch and waits for approximately a minute before tapping the glass covering and bringing it up to his ear in an attempt to hear before throwing his hands up in faux defeat.
Frank Washington: Silence, complete and utter silence. Outside of several halfhearted tweets you haven’t said a damn thing going into Combat #4! What happened to the RWD Women’s Champion that was supposed to have a stranglehold on the pulse of this industry? What happened to the brash and outspoken martial artist that took Missouri State by storm?
He chuckles as his grin only grew wider as he stared directly into the camera as if he were actually talking to Artemis face to face as he extends and points his index finger.
Frank Washington: Face it Artemis, you’ve made a career out of riding a fluke for as long as you possibly could; one fluke piledriver in a fluke impromptu championship match. That defines your career in a nutshell. You quickly allowed yourself to fall into that trap of complacency and you lost the work ethic that originally took the wrestling world by storm and now that you have a match with the very person whose career you nearly ended? You’re scared into silence; deep down you doubt if you can truly beat her a second time especially with a tag team partner you couldn’t trust with your life.
He waives his hand mockingly as if to dismiss what he’s been saying.
Frank Washington: Oh but Artemis will just say “I haven’t been saying anything because I don’t care” or “this match isn’t worth my time because there’s multiple people involved” or whatever excuse she can pull out of her ass in a last ditch effort to try to save face.
But I’m not going to make the same mistake that Assad did by writing you off as inferior based on your gender and I’m sure as hell not going to threaten to bomb your car. When you want to you can easily contend for the top championship in any company and your training certainly backs that up… when you’re actively putting out your best work. This is a match you can’t coast by on and I’ll personally make sure of that and if you decide to try to take the easy way out? We’ll shut you down because this is a Revolution that is truly Impassable and all of Rech’s horses and all of Rech’s men can’t put the ship back together again. Everything that’s been going on in the RWD over the past month and a half ends on Combat #4, the era of handouts and political favors ends will soon be a relic of the past.
As he speaks Frank places his index finger on his temple, slowly lowering it until it’s extended. With his arm extended he also extends the thumb to form a gun much like in his previous promo.
Frank Washington: Five days… five days before change is finally ushered in to RWD. History is written by the victors of wars and when this struggle is said and done? Travis Rech will be remembered for the tyrant that he is as and those that dared to take a stand will be remembered as the ones who steered the ship clear of the iceberg and into the land of prosperity. This Emerald Revolution will not be stopped… the winds of change are blowing. That my friends… is Revolutionary.
Frank follows through with a firing motion, pulling his arm back and up in a recoil motion as the scene immediately goes to black.
― Sun Tzu, The Art of War
It was a week since the RWD last heard from the often outspoken Revolutionary. When Drew Stevenson left and bought out his contract it seemed to unleash a chain of events starting with Frank Washington shooting straight and pulling back that curtain just a bit on the corruption of RWD Management. To Frank it was the straw that broke the camel’s back; the boiling point that caused his budding frustration to fully reach the surface. At first it appeared RWD was set to collapse upon it’s own weight as the Drew Stevenson question unleashed an avalanche as people began to openly question and speak their mind; Noah Adelaide and Marie Porter bolted for freedom after the former unleashed a vicious diatribe directed at RWD Management and several other names soon followed the growing list of those departing from RWD. Whether the recent other departures left for their own reasons or out of the same frustration that seems to be elements of the locker room are unknown but one thing was certain; Travis Rech’s ingenious gambit was now blowing up and back firing in his face in the worst way imaginable.
Frank Washington saw the chaos as an opportunity however and looked to seize it for what it’s worth. Suddenly the tables were beginning to turn as the gears of the RWD Machine were truly shining in their decaying glory; he knew Travis Rech would have to adjust his strategy dramatically to avoid his investment vanishing as quickly as he initiated the hostile takeover of MSW. One thing most people never gave Frank Washington enough credit for was his mind for business and the inner workings of the industry; after all he managed to amass a comfortable lifestyle from smart investments over the years with his earnings and even at one point ran his own wrestling promotion. To this day he’s still sought after as a road agent in addition to his wrestling acumen and managerial services and it’s with this knowledge that he truly knows that he’s now negotiating from the position of strength and advantage.
But there was more to this situation than meets the eye even still. With all eyes on the obvious problem of the departures it’s easy to forget or overlook the plight of RWD Management’s latest scheme; the utter and complete lack of cohesion between Artemis Kaiser and Prince Abdullah Assad in the Main Event of Combat #4. Two of RWD’s brightest stars seemingly handpicked by the establishment to soften up Frank Washington and Shawna Martinez; commonly known together as The Washingtons or The Impassable Revolution, for their big matches at From the Ashes weren’t even on the same page or the same library for that matter. On the surface Assad and Artemis initially agreed to take out their specific targets but their actions since then have told a different story; the desperation by Assad and the total lack of confidence from the RWD Women’s Paper Champion (as Frank would call her) Artemis Kaiser who has since kept silent. “In the midst of chaos, there is also opportunity”, so says the Art of War and right now this couldn’t ring any more true to RWD’s Revolutionary…
The scene opens up from beautiful Vienna, Austria known widely as the City of Music and the City of Dreams. Frank and Shawna recently took a trip to Austria as part of a vacation which included a concert by a band named Gaslight Anthem; a personal favorite of Shawna’s. The trip served as a nice escape for the recently married couple as RWD was burning an ocean away and while the trip had taken a mostly leisurely tone Frank Washington still managed to keep the business at hand on mind even going so far as to channel his inner Ruxin from The League to sneak in this video shoot. Frank can be seen standing on the balcony of his hotel as night has fallen over Vienna; the vibrant cityscape can be seen bustling with life behind him. One thing that certainly steps out of his otherwise usual casual attire of a t-shirt and jeans though was the PAPER CHAMPION t-shirt he was wearing, the very same one he tweeted several days ago to Artemis Kaiser as yet an another apparent jab to one of his opponents in several days’ time. With a confident gaze and a wily grin he turned his attention to the camera ready to fire another round, another shoot aimed directly to the heart of the struggle.
Frank Washington: Funny what can happen in a week’s time isn’t it? Ever since that shoot the RWD seems like it’s been turned on its head; people are looking to book the first flight out of town while Travis Rech tries to hang onto his crumbling Empire with all his might. Suddenly the huge windfall of cash left on his desk is falling out the window quicker than dismayed stockbrokers on Wall Street jumping to their deaths after losing everything on Black Tuesday; the very event that plunged the United States into the Great Depression. Just like those very men who lived with greed in their hearts you’re now suddenly on the verge of losing everything while simultaneously dealing with widespread confusion and disorder in the ranks while your ship rapidly approaches the iceberg that would surely seal your fate. And if that wasn’t bad enough on its own you have Assad making several terrorist threats in a live video feed that’s broadcast to RWD.com and by extension the world? Well you sure know how to pick em Rech.
Frank chuckles as he makes a knocking motion on the railing of the balcony.
Frank Washington: Knock, knock. Do you hear that Assad? That’s probably the sound of FBI and Homeland Security knocking on your door right before they break down it down, put you in cuffs and raid your apartment before shipping you off the Guantanamo Bay to never been seen or heard from again. I can see it in your eyes Assad; I can see the fear and desperation like a cornered rat trying to do whatever it can to survive by any means necessary. You may have been on the winning team when we last met but make no mistake; it was Frankie Cocheese that scored the decision; I didn’t pin you and you sure as hell didn’t pin me. It’s easy to brag about a victory when the odds are stacked in your favor and the house sets you up for a big win but when the playing field is even and your highly touted advantage vanishes? You resort to terrorist threats? How stupid are you Assad!?
He shakes his head in utter disbelief all the while flashing a cynical grin, his smile having yet to fade. As far as Frank was concerned the opponents already put themselves in checkmate before the battle even begun with that unbelievable blunder.
Frank Washington: Unless Travis Rech is willing to mortgage his dying company just to bail you out and convince the FBI that you’re not a threat to National Security, a tall order in and of itself with the smoking gun of footage you left behind, you’re not going to make it to the arena on Sunday or any other day for that matter. Your wrestling career will be over and done forever all because you became a little overzealous and insecure; you’ve already taken yourself out of the equation.
But you’re right about one thing Assad, you’re sure as hell not Rech’s lapdog but a mercenary; a mercenary that gets called in when there’s no other hope of getting the end result that’s desired. You’re nobody’s first choice and not because you’re not talented because despite your embarrassing terrorist threat blunder you can actually go in the ring, it’s because you’re the very antithesis of what a free society is or “Western Culture” as I’m sure some in the Middle East would call it.
Frank runs his hand over his facial hair in deep thought, giving his opponents a few precious moments to let everything sink in so far. The dysfunction became more apparent and obvious with each passing second as Artemis Kaiser had to be sweating it out wherever she may be, knowing that it could very well become a handicap match due to the legal consequences of Assad. Even if by some divine intervention that Assad even makes it to Combat as a free man there’s no way anyone could trust a man as unhinged and fanatical as he is, his views on Women would be enough to even earn him enemies on all sides seeing as half of the main event had women in it. As he continues think over his next line of attack a certain satisfaction could be seen gleaming from his eyes much like a Chessmaster dismantling the opposition one precise move after another.
Frank Washington: Believe in what you will Assad but riddle me this; is it really wise to underestimate your opponent solely based on gender alone? My tag team partner is my wife this much is true but do you think I would’ve chosen to team with her more less marry her if I didn’t trust her or was confident in her inside and out of the ring? Is it intimidating to know Shawna could probably bench press you and Artemis simultaneously without breaking a sweat? For someone who seems to see her as little of a threat you’re sure quick to avoid her and cover your own cowardice with quips about our sex life as if you truly thought it would drive some kind of wedge.
Frank clears his throat as he tries his very best Middle East accent.
Frank Washington: “How does it feel when you are being dominated by her? How does it feel when she slips something into the exit only zone?”
He quickly drops the accent as he continues as he shrugs nonchalantly.
Frank Washington: I dunno you tell me; your people are ones with experience shoving IEDs up their ass before running into the street screaming like a lunatic. I’m not saying this as a stereotype on Arabs or Muslims but as an extremist of any ethnicity who has the gall to bomb innocent civilians or make threats of doing so because that’s exactly what you are Assad; an extremist. If by some act of God, Allah, the Flying Spaghetti Monster, Vishnu, Zeus, Satan, Xenu or heaven forbid Cthulhu Assad actually makes it to Combat you better pray long and hard to Mecca for your own wellbeing because nothing is going be able to save you from the ass kicking that’s due.
That all being said don’t think I forgot about you Artemis Kaiser, the self-proclaimed “Champion For Life”. I mean after all I did recently get this exclusive RWD merchandise just for you.
He grabs ahold of the front of the shirt with his fingers and holds it up for the camera to get a close view of it. After a moment or two he let go as he chuckled, clasping his hands together with his focus still as sharp as ever.
Frank Washington: You know ever since the days in Missouri State Wrestling you boasted a big game and for a while you actually backed yourself up. You broke my wife’s neck in what was otherwise a main event quality match and some people would even believe that the grievous injury you inflicted was just a “casualty of war”; a freak accident and it may have been since you didn’t appear to go out of your way since you seemingly executed the move plenty of times before without a hitch. I was even willing to give you that benefit of the doubt at first… until you started bragging about. But personal feelings aside you opened a lot of eyes with that victory and at Back to Basics you retained in as close of a match I’ve seen in quite a while but what exactly have you done since then? You come to RWD on the first show and you get awarded a belt you didn’t even earn or fight for and you talk… talk about finishing Shawna Martinez and how you could end her any moment. Every moment she gets she pounds her chest threatening to “finish what she started” but riddle me this Artemis; where have you disappeared to when you’re finally facing off on opposite sides against her? Go ahead, I’ll wait for you.
He looks at his watch and waits for approximately a minute before tapping the glass covering and bringing it up to his ear in an attempt to hear before throwing his hands up in faux defeat.
Frank Washington: Silence, complete and utter silence. Outside of several halfhearted tweets you haven’t said a damn thing going into Combat #4! What happened to the RWD Women’s Champion that was supposed to have a stranglehold on the pulse of this industry? What happened to the brash and outspoken martial artist that took Missouri State by storm?
He chuckles as his grin only grew wider as he stared directly into the camera as if he were actually talking to Artemis face to face as he extends and points his index finger.
Frank Washington: Face it Artemis, you’ve made a career out of riding a fluke for as long as you possibly could; one fluke piledriver in a fluke impromptu championship match. That defines your career in a nutshell. You quickly allowed yourself to fall into that trap of complacency and you lost the work ethic that originally took the wrestling world by storm and now that you have a match with the very person whose career you nearly ended? You’re scared into silence; deep down you doubt if you can truly beat her a second time especially with a tag team partner you couldn’t trust with your life.
He waives his hand mockingly as if to dismiss what he’s been saying.
Frank Washington: Oh but Artemis will just say “I haven’t been saying anything because I don’t care” or “this match isn’t worth my time because there’s multiple people involved” or whatever excuse she can pull out of her ass in a last ditch effort to try to save face.
But I’m not going to make the same mistake that Assad did by writing you off as inferior based on your gender and I’m sure as hell not going to threaten to bomb your car. When you want to you can easily contend for the top championship in any company and your training certainly backs that up… when you’re actively putting out your best work. This is a match you can’t coast by on and I’ll personally make sure of that and if you decide to try to take the easy way out? We’ll shut you down because this is a Revolution that is truly Impassable and all of Rech’s horses and all of Rech’s men can’t put the ship back together again. Everything that’s been going on in the RWD over the past month and a half ends on Combat #4, the era of handouts and political favors ends will soon be a relic of the past.
As he speaks Frank places his index finger on his temple, slowly lowering it until it’s extended. With his arm extended he also extends the thumb to form a gun much like in his previous promo.
Frank Washington: Five days… five days before change is finally ushered in to RWD. History is written by the victors of wars and when this struggle is said and done? Travis Rech will be remembered for the tyrant that he is as and those that dared to take a stand will be remembered as the ones who steered the ship clear of the iceberg and into the land of prosperity. This Emerald Revolution will not be stopped… the winds of change are blowing. That my friends… is Revolutionary.
Frank follows through with a firing motion, pulling his arm back and up in a recoil motion as the scene immediately goes to black.
so quickly so sad!
