Post by Luke Force on Oct 12, 2017 21:49:27 GMT -5
Hotel Lucerna
Tijuana MExico
Luke enters the lobby of the Hotel Lucerna in Tijuana Mexico. Luke is wearing a pair of black athletic shorts with the ‘fu’ logo embroidered in white. His ankle length no-show socks are black as are the Nike low top running shoes. Luke is rocking all black Bulgari sunglasses. He is wearing a baseball cap with ‘Badass Gringo’ written on the front. His shirt has an image of a large brick wall and the words ‘Yo soy el muro’ on it. Luke is carrying a single black leather duffle bag. Luke approaches the counter and speaks to the concierge in perfect Spanish.
El Luke: Qué pasa, amigo. Tengo una reserva para Force.
Concierge: Lo veo aquí, Sr. Force. Su suite está lista ahora. ¿Estás aquí por negocios o placer?
El Luke: Estoy aquí para un funeral.
Concierge: Lo siento por tu pérdida. Espero que estén en paz.
El Luke: Todavía no han muerto. Eso pasa mañana.
This comment causes the concierge to, for the first time, divert his attention from his computer screen. As the concierge looks up for the first time he appears disgusted and offended at both Luke’s shirt and his hat. Although his English is perfect, he does have a thick Spanish accent.
Concierge: Mr. Force I did not realize that was you
Mikey, you idiot. Did I forget our last encounter? Hell no. Did you beat my ass? Hell yes. Did I beat your ass? Hell yes. Will it happen again? Every time we step in the ring. People like us don’t like each other. It’s not one of those things, that, if we sat down and had a beer, we’d find out that we actually do have a lot in common. I think we know enough about each other to know that we will never be pals. I don’t want to be your pal, I want to continue to kick your ass from pillar to post. And I know what I’ve got comin’. You’ve got an ass whippin for me too. So let’s bring what you’ve got and I’ll bring what I’ve got. You add that up, and you get two ass kickings.
Mikey, let’s talk WAR. I’m guessing somewhere in that thick skull of yours, you believe you had a better WAR than me. Good, keep telling yourself that. But as you are whispering to yourself how you outperformed Luke Force, I want you to remember 3 names, Red Dragon, Ded Memry, and Deuce Murdock. I’m sure that if you are like the vast majority of people on earth, you are thinking “Who the hell are those clowns and why should remember them?”
That would be a fair question Mikey. But you know who they are. These 3 losers are the only 3 guys you eliminated from WAR. Now I’ve got some more names for you. These names will be far easier to remember. Steve Orbit, Trey Carter, Odin Balfore, and Petrov.
You are by no means a bright guy, but I’m sure even you can see where I am going with this. Those four names represent the past, the present, and the future of WCF and I eliminated all of them. You’re right Mikey, no one expected me to do anything at WAR. Well almost right, there was one cat who knew the type of damage I would do at WAR. That guy’s name is Me. Let me sum up the WAR experience that we both had. You were to able hang out for a while and achieve nothing significant. Not a bad strategy really. But when you apply that strategy of laying low and just trying to last, you need to win the damn thing, you didn’t. My strategy was to go into WAR and take out as many meaningful opponents that I could. I did that. So run your trap all day about how you had a better WAR than me, we both know you didn’t. Bring your ass kicking to the ring, we’ll compare.
Holmes, listen, there are a few guys that I respect in this business, and you sure as hell ain’t one of them. This stupid match is your idea? Look jackass, I’m not in this business to get inured, I’m in this business to hurt people, there’s a difference. This shit where you’ve got weapons dropping from the sky. You’re a bigger idiot than Mikey for dreaming up this match. So Holmes, you’ve got the same coming to you as Mikey.
(Luke pauses and begins to read the rules of the match closely)
Hold on, what he fuck am I talking about. This is bullshit, weapons dropping from the sky? Fuck this, I’ll show up. And I’ll do the five minutes. And I’ll kick the shit out of all three of you in those five minutes, but the Alpha Champion is not sticking around to fight with two maniacs and a hillbilly who are going to armed to the teeth. Disqualify me, fine me, fuck you. What kind of medical attention are you really going to get in this toilet of a country. The only guarantee a Mexican doctors gives you, is that you will have tetanus after leaving the hospital. People in Mexico still get scurvy. We beat that shit with the pirates, yet these fuckers still get it. So you assholes can beat the fuck out of each other with whatever weapons rain down from the heavens, but that’s when I leave.
(Luke turns to the concierge)
Luke: Donde es una casa de puta de gama alta
Concierge: Puedo enviar a una puta a tu habitación
Luke: Debo alquilar otra habitación y enviarla a ella
Concierge: Eres hombre sabio señor Force.
Luke: Que no sólo es inteligente, ot es el camino de la fuerza. Aprenderlo. Vívelo. Quiéralo.
(Fade to black)
Tijuana MExico
Luke enters the lobby of the Hotel Lucerna in Tijuana Mexico. Luke is wearing a pair of black athletic shorts with the ‘fu’ logo embroidered in white. His ankle length no-show socks are black as are the Nike low top running shoes. Luke is rocking all black Bulgari sunglasses. He is wearing a baseball cap with ‘Badass Gringo’ written on the front. His shirt has an image of a large brick wall and the words ‘Yo soy el muro’ on it. Luke is carrying a single black leather duffle bag. Luke approaches the counter and speaks to the concierge in perfect Spanish.
El Luke: Qué pasa, amigo. Tengo una reserva para Force.
Concierge: Lo veo aquí, Sr. Force. Su suite está lista ahora. ¿Estás aquí por negocios o placer?
El Luke: Estoy aquí para un funeral.
Concierge: Lo siento por tu pérdida. Espero que estén en paz.
El Luke: Todavía no han muerto. Eso pasa mañana.
This comment causes the concierge to, for the first time, divert his attention from his computer screen. As the concierge looks up for the first time he appears disgusted and offended at both Luke’s shirt and his hat. Although his English is perfect, he does have a thick Spanish accent.
Concierge: Mr. Force I did not realize that was you
Mikey, you idiot. Did I forget our last encounter? Hell no. Did you beat my ass? Hell yes. Did I beat your ass? Hell yes. Will it happen again? Every time we step in the ring. People like us don’t like each other. It’s not one of those things, that, if we sat down and had a beer, we’d find out that we actually do have a lot in common. I think we know enough about each other to know that we will never be pals. I don’t want to be your pal, I want to continue to kick your ass from pillar to post. And I know what I’ve got comin’. You’ve got an ass whippin for me too. So let’s bring what you’ve got and I’ll bring what I’ve got. You add that up, and you get two ass kickings.
Mikey, let’s talk WAR. I’m guessing somewhere in that thick skull of yours, you believe you had a better WAR than me. Good, keep telling yourself that. But as you are whispering to yourself how you outperformed Luke Force, I want you to remember 3 names, Red Dragon, Ded Memry, and Deuce Murdock. I’m sure that if you are like the vast majority of people on earth, you are thinking “Who the hell are those clowns and why should remember them?”
That would be a fair question Mikey. But you know who they are. These 3 losers are the only 3 guys you eliminated from WAR. Now I’ve got some more names for you. These names will be far easier to remember. Steve Orbit, Trey Carter, Odin Balfore, and Petrov.
You are by no means a bright guy, but I’m sure even you can see where I am going with this. Those four names represent the past, the present, and the future of WCF and I eliminated all of them. You’re right Mikey, no one expected me to do anything at WAR. Well almost right, there was one cat who knew the type of damage I would do at WAR. That guy’s name is Me. Let me sum up the WAR experience that we both had. You were to able hang out for a while and achieve nothing significant. Not a bad strategy really. But when you apply that strategy of laying low and just trying to last, you need to win the damn thing, you didn’t. My strategy was to go into WAR and take out as many meaningful opponents that I could. I did that. So run your trap all day about how you had a better WAR than me, we both know you didn’t. Bring your ass kicking to the ring, we’ll compare.
Holmes, listen, there are a few guys that I respect in this business, and you sure as hell ain’t one of them. This stupid match is your idea? Look jackass, I’m not in this business to get inured, I’m in this business to hurt people, there’s a difference. This shit where you’ve got weapons dropping from the sky. You’re a bigger idiot than Mikey for dreaming up this match. So Holmes, you’ve got the same coming to you as Mikey.
(Luke pauses and begins to read the rules of the match closely)
Hold on, what he fuck am I talking about. This is bullshit, weapons dropping from the sky? Fuck this, I’ll show up. And I’ll do the five minutes. And I’ll kick the shit out of all three of you in those five minutes, but the Alpha Champion is not sticking around to fight with two maniacs and a hillbilly who are going to armed to the teeth. Disqualify me, fine me, fuck you. What kind of medical attention are you really going to get in this toilet of a country. The only guarantee a Mexican doctors gives you, is that you will have tetanus after leaving the hospital. People in Mexico still get scurvy. We beat that shit with the pirates, yet these fuckers still get it. So you assholes can beat the fuck out of each other with whatever weapons rain down from the heavens, but that’s when I leave.
(Luke turns to the concierge)
Luke: Donde es una casa de puta de gama alta
Concierge: Puedo enviar a una puta a tu habitación
Luke: Debo alquilar otra habitación y enviarla a ella
Concierge: Eres hombre sabio señor Force.
Luke: Que no sólo es inteligente, ot es el camino de la fuerza. Aprenderlo. Vívelo. Quiéralo.
(Fade to black)
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