"Don't Squeeze The" Charmaine vs "The Irresistible" Force
Aug 17, 2019 20:14:26 GMT -5
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Post by lukeforce on Aug 17, 2019 20:14:26 GMT -5
January 21st, 2018
Barclays Center
Brooklyn, New York
WCF Slam!
Hayze swings around on his knee and charges at Force, dropkicking him into the corner. Force counters a charge with a back elbow and begins his ascent up the ropes. Hayze, however, is quick to cut him off with a forearm smash to the back, followed by Force being dropped into the tree of woe. The crowd cheers as Hayze hits the Shatter OG with a resounding effect, and he pulls Force off the ropes and into a school boy roll up. Force kicks out at two as Hayze can’t believe it. Nevertheless, he positions Force on the mat and ascends the ropes, looking for the Hayzed and Confused. However, Force pops up and crotches Hayze on the ropes before going up the top rope and hooking Hayze for a superplex.
The crowd looks on as Hayze struggles to avoid the move. Force batters him with shots to the ribcage and tries for the superplex once more. However, Hayze manages to squirm free and perform a sunset flip, powerbombing Force to the canvas. Hayze then climbs the ropes once more and successfully nails the Hayzed and Confused, landing on Force for the 1-2-3.
DING! DING! DING!
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner, Leon “Purple” Hayze!
Slam goes to commercial.
Luke is noticeably slow rolling out of the ring. It’s clear that Hayze has an eye on him as do Kyle Steel, Freddy Whoa, and Zach Davis. They are eyeing Luke to ensure he can walk. It is clear that he is hurt, but he has always given strict orders not to assist to back without his approval. He finally makes hi way to the announce table and motions for Freddy Whoa to cut his mic.
Luke: Can they hear me?
Freddy: No, they can’t hear you. Are you alright?
Luke: No. Get word to the back that they need to cut the lights and get me out of here. Use Hayze’s angel/devil angle and make is seem like he took me or something. I can’t walk and we can’t let the crowd see me carted off.
Freddy: We got you Luke, good call. We’ll cut the lights and get you to the hospital. Is it your back?
Luke: Yeah, I might be fucked.
(10 months later)
October 1st, 2018
Scotia Bank Arena
Toronto, Ontario, Canada
WCF WAR
Freddy Whoa: Kennedy to her feet, she turns around-
Zach Davis: AD LIB! Jazzy John with the pin on Kennedy!
Freddy Whoa: ONE! TWO! THREE!
Zach Davis: And Kennedy Matthews is eliminated!
Freddy Whoa: Things have gone ape crazy here, it looks like we’re down to the final 9!
Zach Davis: Buff with Jazzy John near the ropes, there’s the Forget Me Now and the pin.
Freddy Whoa: ONE! TWO! THREE! Jazzy John has been eliminated!
Zach Davis: I see Luke stumbling in the ring, Quinton Cross sees him too! Cross with Crossed Out! Pin attempt!
Freddy Whoa: ONE! TWO! THREE! LUUUUUUUUUUUUKE has been eliminated in 7th place!
(An exhausted Luke Force heads to the back where he is met for the obligatory on camera interview with Betty Skanks.)
Betty: Luke, you lasted over 45 minutes out there, that is quite an accomplishment for a 45-year old man, how do you feel?
Luke: Shut it Betty, you saw it. At 45 I’m just as good as anyone of those veterans in there and I’m better than any of those young punks! I’m ending 2018 on a tear. Lookout WCF, I’m coming and the Force is coming with me!
Luke continues further backstage. He walking with a noticeable pain in his lower back. He is approached by the head road agent.
Road Agent: Luke, nice stuff, how’s the back?
Luke: Open your ears jackass! You heard what I said to Betty, now get the hell out of here!
Road Agent: Whoa, Luke. No cameras here bro, how’s the back, it doesn’t look good.
Luke: No cameras? Bro, give me a hand over to that gurney, I can barely walk. I need some help. It’s the same thing that happened in the Hayze match. I know it is. Fuck an ambulance, you mind getting me to Toronto General?
Road Agent: Actually, I know a back surgeon at Mt. Sinai here in Toronto, let’s go there.
(6 months later)
April 4th, 2019
Luke Force’s DC Townhome
Washington DC
(We are in Luke Force’s home gym, in his Washington DC townhome . It is a high end gym with 2 grey walls, one mirrored wall and the entire length of the opposite wall is floor to ceiling and looks over the DC cityscape. Written above on the mirror is Force University. Camera fades from black to find Luke Force and another man sitting on weight benches each with workout gear on and a white towel with the letters “fu” written on the towels. The man is Dr. Will Hardick, his mother once said his middle name was Blow as a joke, but it stuck and all of his friends call him Blow. He is a boyhood friend of Luke’s and is now an accomplished Washington DC neurosurgeon.)
Dr. Will “Blow” Hardick: Look dude, we’ve been boys for a long time and I take my role as a doctor very seriously, so I’m gonna shoot straight with you. I know Dr. Beaver. I worked with him in Montreal about ten years ago. Harry is an excellent surgeon and he did an awesome job on the surgery. I’m not just saying it was good for emergency surgery, it was real clean work. I’m also saying it was quite as good as my surgery on your broken ass last spring, but he did have a worse problem to deal with. Seriously, he did amazing work. You did good work on the recover also.
Luke: You're telling me that the guy who patched me up in Toronto was named Dr. Harry Beaver? What the fuck is wrong with his parents? And it sounds like you're saying I’m clear to get back in the ring.
Blow: Listen, I never said you couldn’t wrestle, even after the Hayze match and the surgery. I always said the same thing, and I’m saying it again today. Today you are fine. Shit, better than fine. You're a 45-year old man with the body, stamina, flexibility, strength, and speed of a man 20 years younger. The problem is, all of that speed, strength, and agility is supported by a 45-year old back.
Luke: So you're saying I need a back transplant?
(They both chuckle)
Blow: I’m saying you could keep wrestling and never feel the affects again. I’m also saying you could a bad fall tomorrow and not walk again. I’m also saying you win a five-minute dark match and walk away from it with a pain that never goes away.
Luke: So what would you do?
Blow: It’s hard to say bro. The only I know for sure is that you have 45-year old back. You could stop now and spend the rest of your days chilling with Anita.
Luke: And wonder what else I could have done in the sport.
Blow: Probably so. I worked with a bunch of wrestlers, that shit is like crack isn’t it.
Luke: Never done drugs, but I feel that if I don’t get in that ring soon, I’m gonna be sick.
Blow: So look, if you were my patient and not also my friend, I would tell you to stay away from it. It’s just too risky. But I know you wouldn’t listen. So, here’s my advice to you. Find something else you can do within the sport. I know you can’t just walk away, but there are other things bro. A road agent, a booker, an announcer. Hell, you’ve got money, buy a promotion. You gotta find another role bro.
Luke: The doctors say I’m good to go and I’ll send all medical clearances over with the signed contract…I’m looking forward to working with you again too, it looks like there are a couple of familiar faces over there…you know, I give 2 shits what any of them think about me…exactly, I’m not in the States until mid-August…the 19th is perfect, where’s the show…I hate that shithole, I’d like to stick a Flagstaff right up the entire town’s collective ass…OK, you too brother. The contract and medical stuff are on the way. When you get the match booked, let me know. Looking forward to working with you again, see you in Flagstaff.
August 17th, 2019
Mii Amo 5-Star Resort
Sedona AZ
(We are at the private gym that is inclusive with these 5-star accommodations. Luke is doing some very light work with the weights)
How many times have you seen this done? The new guy comes out and tell the world who he is and how he’s kicked ass from here to Timbuctoo. He yells that he’s not new to THE scene, he’s just new to THIS scene. He screams about how he is here to kick the champ’s ass and make a name for himself. Well, I’m not here to tell you that. I’m here to tell you, that if you don’t know who I am, that’s better for me. If you don’t know who I am, then you just might be dumb enough to try and find out. Let me start by telling you who I’m not. I’m not the man your mom warned you about. She couldn’t warn you because she was holding about 9 inches of something in her mouth for me. I’m not a nice guy in a black hat or a bad guy in a white. I’m the baddest man you’ve ever seen and I wear an orange hat. I’m not the guy that says ‘please’ and ‘thank you’, I say ‘shut up’ and ‘f-u”. I’m 10 times better than you, even if you were twice as good as you think you are. Don’t bother with the math Copernicus, it just means I could kick your ass daily and twice on days ending with ‘Y’.
So, let me explain how this is going to work. I requested a big loudmouth windbag in for my first match and Mr. Dante obliged. I needed a windbag like “Don’t Squeeze The” Charmaine, you know, she’s someone who loves to run her mouth. She has to be real talker if this thing is going to work. So me and this “Don’t Squeeze The” are going to have a match. I will do everything I want to her poor soul, but I assure you of this; I won’t break her jaw. I need her jaw to be working so that she can limp her sorry carcass back to the locker room and tell everyone what just happened and how it felt. She’ll explain that there were times where the pain was masked only by the embarrassment of what was happening in the ring.
Charmaine, I tried hard to hate you. But what happened was this: as I researched what you're about and watched videos of your work, I realized you are too damn boring to even dislike. I found that I don’t care about you enough to dislike you. In that way, I guess I’m like a lot of the APW fans. You're a bore, you're not clever, and the fact that you are proud to be named after shit paper all leads me to know one simple fact. Your brother was lucky to die young so he didn’t have to see your lame ass grow into the disappointment that you are. For that reason, I am dedicating this match to your dead brother. I’m gonna do to you, what we both know he would do to you if his dumb ass didn’t get himself killed. So as you are in that ring getting your ass kicked, remember I am doing this for Rasheed.
(Luke pounds his heart twice, kisses his fist, and raise it to the sky)
Big up, Rasheed!
(Luke chuckles)
I’m not telling you this to upset you. I’m saying this because it’s the way of the Force, you better Learn it! Live it! Love it!
(The camera pans past Luke and now focuses on the mirror so we see Luke from the back. Fade to black)
