Post by Luke Force on Sept 20, 2017 0:44:25 GMT -5
(Luke has arrived at the recording studio owned by his longtime friend DJ Geisel. He is wearing a white velour sweat suit with the ‘fu’ logo on the right breast of the jacket. His hat in a black fuzzy Kangol again adorned with ‘fu’ logo.His black Nike shoes also have a small ‘fu’ logo on the sole. Luke is carrying a black velour bag with the ‘fu’ logo. This bag is clearly designed for and serves only one purpose. In it is Luke’s newly won WCF Alpha Championship.
The room he walks into is a good-sized room, meaning there is plenty of space to move about amongst all of the equipment, couches, tables, and people that are also there. The room contains 3 soft leather sectional couches that are brought together to form a U shape. There is a coffee table in front of the couch. There appear to be several different strands of marijuana on the table along with Remy Martin. The couches are positioned so that they look at the 4 sound booths and the engineer station that are also in the room. DJ Geisel, Cap J, and Cee Eugenics are all childhood friends of Luke’s and are sitting on the couches. DJ Geisel took his name from the real last name of Dr. Suess. He is brother who stands a shade over six feet tall and has a slender build. His outfit is similar to Luke’s in that they both velour sweatsuits. Geisel’s outfit is adorned with his djG logo. Cee Eugenics is a white dude who goes about 6’4 and weighs a smidge over 400, if a smidge is about 30 pounds. Eugenis is a fat out of shape fuck. He is the guy who wheezes when he has to get off the couch, and could easily break thr couch trying . The driver’s seat in his 2016 Mercedes Benz ML 500 is permanently bent because his fat ass insists on driving with a gangster lean. Eugenics is wearing the same style he always wears, he has to wear sweatpants and a huge t-shirt. Nothing else fits the fat fucker. Cap J is an albino black dude. Is wears jeans with what look to be brand new white on white Air Irresistible Force ones, they have a small ‘fu’ logo on the sole of each shoe. Cap is wearing a Temple of the Dog t-shirt and a red hat with white lettering that reads “Make my Dick Hard Again”. There are several other men and women in the room doing one thing or another, looks like about another seven or eight. Smoking weed, drinking, working at the engineer’s board, writing, mixing beats. It appears to be a happening place. Luke acknowledges some of the others in the room before making his way to the u-shaped couch formation.)
NOTE: (Rofi is what a select few of Luke’s old school Virginia Beach crew of close friends call him. It derives from his childhood nickname of “Ifor”. As a baby when Luke would ask for something he would not say “I want”, he would say “I for”. As Luke got older the Ifor nickname stuck. While a two sport and debate star at Kempsville High School in Virginia Beach, Luke started to refer to himself as “The Irresistible Force”. Most people assumed the Ifor nicknamed was a derivative of Irresistible Force. The crowd would chant Ifor at high school football games and wrestling matches in which Luke was in. A few buddies decided that they would reverse the name and it stuck.)
DJ GEISEL: Yo Rofi, what are you doing with that?
LUKE FORCE: With what? My Alpha Championship belt?
(Luke unsheathes the newly polishes WCF Alpha Championship. It was clearly kept in top shape while held in abeyance, the belt looks like it was handcrafted yesterday.)
LUKE FORCE:What the fuck do you think I’m doing with it? I figured I’d bring it in and show you saps a little of how the better half live.
DJ GEISEL: First off bitch, I’m not so sure you’re the better half, I ain’t hurtin, that’s for certain. For instance, I bought my tickets for WAR already and printed them out online. But I don’t think I’m going to use them, because I would rather frame them.
LUKE FORCE: First off bitch,(he mocks his friend) why are you buying tickets? I could have hooked you up.
DJ GEISEL: Like I said, I’m doing alright, I didn’t need your lousy seats, I bought a box dawg, that’s the only way. But like I said these tickets are frameable. Take a look.
(Cee Eugenics hands Geisel a ticket and Luke is starting to sense something, why would Cee just be sitting there with a ticket, ready to hand to Geisel. Geisel hands the ticket to Luke. Luke glances at the ticket.)
LUKE FORCE: Yeah so, you’ve got good seats, I’ll give mine to Anita and Dick. All your seat sucks compared to where I’ll be.
Cee Eugenics: Look again, you dumb motherfucker. Take a good look.
(Luke stares at Cee instead of the ticket, he now knows something is up. He finally stops staring Cee down and looks at the ticket with a discerning eye. Everyone in the room has paused and is waiting for the moment Luke sees it… He sees it. What Luke is seeing is one of the few tickets that were issued with the misprinted Event logo that shows Rumpke as the Alpha Champion. Note: the correction was soon enough so that the damages to Luke were minimal and he will be pursuing no further action. And by action, that means he isn’t going to kick the shit out someone for the mistake)
LUKE FORCE: What the fuck?! Fuck those dumb bastards. There is no way they can be that stupid.
Cap J: That what I thought homie. They’re not that stupid, they just hate you. Who came to the ring, or even your locker room to congratulate you? Or who sent you an email? Anyone from the staff reach out and say anything to you?
LUKE FORCE: You know what Cap, you’re right. I told Seth his belt was in good hands. Well not anymore.
(Luke turns to young local aspiring rapper named St. Sativa)
Hey man, would you mind making a run to the janitor’s closet and grabbing some black spray paint? Thanks brother. Seth and the gang want to treat me to a big FU? They want to give someone else credit for my win. I wrote the book on the FU, they don’t give me the FU, I give them the FU.
(St. Sativa returns with the paint and Luke wastes no time spray painting a big black FU on the face of the Alpha Championship. His crew is egging him on as they love to see their boy get so riled up, they always have. Luke holds up his Alpha Championship belt to show off his new handiwork.)
There you go Seth, I’m no longer the Alpha Champion, I am the FU Alpha Champion. So now, every time you see this strap, you’ll know that I am always saying fuck you. Fuck you.
(Luke tosses the FU Alpha Title belt over the back of one of the couches. Luke takes a seat on the couch as Cap J begins to roll a blunt from the stemless, seedless sticky icky that is on the table)
Cee Eugenics: So what’s the dizzy Luke? You ready for WAR?
LUKE FORCE: I can’t even tell you how ready I am. I’m like Colonel Bill Killgore, I love the smell of napalm in the morning.
DJ GEISEL!: It looks like shit is getting crazy in the WCF. You got people from all over the place trying to get in the match.
LUKE FORCE: No doubt brother, I’m seeing all kinds of new faces. Some are brand new to the scene. Some have come back from a long hiatus, some are just getting to WCF in time for WAR.
DJ GEISEL!: Have you seen the predictions people are making?
LUKE FORCE: If by "people" you meanthe idiots I work with, yeah, I’ve seen them. They’re horseshit. They are like the first college football poll of the year. It’s a meaningless popularity contest. I even saw some butthole apologize if he missed someone on his Top 10 list. We are apologizing to each other for not including them on a list. Here’s an idea, just write everyone’s name down and wish everyone good luck. No thanks. Let me explain something about these Top 10 lists. Any proper list of the top 10 finishers at WAR is nothing more than a list of nine losers and me.
Cap J: Luke, this WAR match is the real deal bruh. There are cats who spend the entire year getting ready for this thing.
Luke Force: Yeah. I know they think they spend the year preparing for this match. But they can’t prepare for something they haven t seen before.
DJ GEISEL: Not seen it before!? They’ve seen it 15 times before, what are you talking about “never seen it”?
Luke Force: True. There have been 15 previous WAR matches, but none of them had me in it. This year’s WAR will be a different kind of WAR. I am on fire right now. Going into WAR I’m right where I want to be.
(When Cee Eugenics opens his mouth to speak we lose sight of his head due to the thick bellowing good kind of smoke.)
Cee Eugenics: Hold on, I’m not trying to be a downer, but the two battle royals you have won, you kinda weren’t at your best bro, you didn’t look so good. I mean look, seven years is a long time to be gone, your running a full time schedule with the top guys.
Cap J: Man shut the fuck up and give me that L before you burn through it.
Luke Force: No Cap, he’s right. I didn’t look great in my two battle royal wins, but that’s the point. Like all true champions, I find a way to win under adverse conditions. Think of the NCAA tournament for a minute. The eventual winner always seems to have an early round game that they scrape by. Well in my first battle royal, I just outsmarted those idiots.
DJ GEISEL: Mad respect for that, you were only inside the ring for about 20 seconds, but as you told me, it only takes 3.
Cap J: No doubt. And look at 400, you absolutely did not have your best match, but you won that mother fucker.
Luke Force: Exactly, they were completely outclassed, which I why I lasted, til every bastard, who could not get past this, had to ask his…self, do I really want that belt, they didn’t which is why I have this (picks up the Alpha title)
DJ GEISEL: Oh shit. You need to get in a booth and put this track in your ear right now, I can tell you got something brewing. Hop in booth 3 yo.
Little Force: No doubt. Yo Eugenics, let me get something to get my head right.
Cee Eugenics: It’s in studio, ready to gizzo.
(Luke unzips and removes his velour top leaving him just a blank tank top. And oh look, surprise surprise, it has an ‘fu’ logo on it. Luke Slips on his black on black sunglasses and heads into booth number 3. DJ Geisel heads to the production board where he able to pipe in a beat that he recently put together. Cap J has moved over to the production board and takes up a seat next to Geisel. Eventually, Cee Eugenics saunters over after finally winning the battle with the couch. Luke is the booth with the headphones as he begins to digest the beat before beginning his freestyle.)
follow this link for audio of the freestyle
(link to the audio of War Freestyle)
I’m a specialist,
I exist to assist
those who persist to insist to resist
(Why?) resistance is futile,
my beatdowns are brutal,
I’m a Picasso you’re a doodle,
You guess, I’m google
Don’t google this, there is no question,
It's not a suggestion,
It's a fact, cause I’m destined,
To be the greatest ever when it comes to wrestling,
Of course the Force is the source of your divorce from victory
You may say you will win, but those words are contradictory
With the facts that will get chiseled in the annals of history
Your anus is blistery, I don’t take checks, only K.O.D.
I kick your ass on delivery
Then stick you to the mat like I was using stitch witchery
Now Wrestling is WAR,
can’t wait to see it some more,
I’m gonna slam a couple bodies to the hard floor,
I’m having a giveaway at my simple ass-kicking store,
I’m like a golf ball bitch, got dimples and hardcore.
Hardcore style, WAR is the best match of ‘em…..
All, because you get to watch the whole batch of ‘em….
Fall, asses writing checks but not cashing ‘em….
Stall, got cats quittin’ like I’m Nicorette patchin’ ‘em….
Call, the cops cause I’ma start bashing ‘em….
Walls, can’t stop me I’ve got questions I’m asking ‘em
Asking them if they know what type of match they just picked?
Bones break, heads bleed, asses get kicked.
I can see it in your eyes, that your brain just clicked,
It says “Why am I here, I’m not a pain addict”,
Tell whoever booked you in this match you got dicked,
I’ll explain the rules one time because I can be strict.
I strictly kick the asses
That fit the criteria that I assess,
Your time in this match will quickly deplete as I progress,
Swiftly through the sixty or so classless,
Wrestlers who know that I am a test
And they know that they cannot pass this
Pass this message to the dressing room,
We’ll be wrestling soon,
Stop the flexing you goon,
You’re a second-string buffoon,
Ain’t no benching me fool, I’m a strengthening typhoon,
Leveling everything and enveloping the assembly of fledgling samples of stools
You can sample a stool when you sit on your ass,
when your time in this WAR match is over and passed,
It will be fast,
you’re completely outclassed.
I could walk in first and still I would last,
till the end and I would never get gassed,
I’ll hold you in place like the Indian caste..system.
It’s mathematics how I systematically
take apart thee, so skillfully,
I willfully show off my ability,
been in the industry since it’s infancy,
talkin’ aol you see, it’s like
I magically get the one..two..three,
or make you tap out your dignity,
for the world to see, you’re not a good as me
As good as me? I don’t believe it.
Only one WAR winner and I’m gonna be it.
I own the path to victory and you can’t see it.
My advice is to get in the ring and then quickly flee it.
When Sportscenter runs my highlights, get your glasses, they 3-D it.
Highlights is my rights until you beg for a left.
I’ll take out every mother fucker in the WCF.
I’ll earn the win, no doubt, it won’t be a theft.
You can’t deny the Force, I’m on a mother fuckin quest, to be the best,
I own this match, you’re an unwelcomed guest.
Hello my guest, you’re all so different, no one is the same,
I wished I cared enough to call each of you by name,
but I don’t, so I won’t, besides that would be lame,
most of you aren’t worth it anyway, you clearly have got no game,
at WAR you’ll get your ass kicked, I’m the one you can blame.
One bitch, two bitch, three bitch four.
Rabid, Sexy Bryan, you don’t want no more.
Semper Fi, I kick ass like I’m the Marine Corps.
Bishop can’t hide bitch, you’re not an account offshore,
where I store my unlimited funds,
that allows me to run
of the world’s top ass kicking clubs,
Johnny Alpha’s talent is small like a grub,
I’ll plant your ass directly into the dirt like a shrub,
in the vegetable garden made of impregnable hardened steel,
you know the deal,
Andre Holmes your get nowhere, your career’s on a hamster wheel.
The club is kicking, can’t stop won’t stop don't even try it,
I'm an irresistible Force Price, and you just can't deny it,
treating Ethan King like a loose end, you know I will tie it.
Talent is not sold retail Drake, you can’t just go buy it,
Trey Carter’s afraid of the Force and he can’t even hide it,
What did I do? Born the baddest man and got better after that,
not like Brantelli, del Sol, and Corey Black,
three guys with three counts flat on their back.
Warwick, Pascal, and Cardell all talk smack.
I’m like a bomb in the ring, bring a vest for the flack.
David Sanchez is another who needs to get slapped,
I'm gonna beat you so hard your addiction to smack will get capped
your only defense is to come to the ring strapped,
because one on one with me is considered handicapped
Handicapped like Agimat, Devlin, Rumpke who all just got here,
The unknown is always something to fear,
Lend me your ear,
I need to make something perfectly clear,
I am someone you should certainly fear.
Not afraid? here’s a fact, it’s your ass that gets kicked this year.
Another fact jackass, it happens at last, the Force wins the first WAR of his career
Red Dragon, Matt Drake, and VBS are all awaiting
This devastating berating that I’m creating and dictating.
There’s no debating and I know it’s frustrating,
that I got mad holds like I was call waiting.
I’ll beat your ass this week, and maybe next but I don’t do backdating.
It must be aggravating,
to be contemplating
why your stock is depreciating
while mine’s inflating
Inflating the levels of class I’m on top in seclusion,
I want no confusion in my conclusion
because it’s not an illusion.
I’m in your head, I’m in your blood, I’m like a damn transfusion.
I pound your face, your head and neck and I cause a contusion.
I just eliminated half of you, my words are your preclusion.
I’m beating the ass of the other half of you because I'm all about inclusion.
Say what you want it has no effect, I’m above it.
Take your opinions, find your ass, open up and shove it
Ass kicking is my PHd and I gotta a lot of it
WAR is mine to win, I just got to reach out and glove it
That’s the way of the Force, Learn it. Live it. Love it!
(The Mic Hath Been Dropped)