Force V Killswitch

[-Jack Noble-]

Match One
Singles Match
Mark Force vs. Kuk Killswitch
Nothin' much to say besides these two young and hungry(more in Mark Force's case..) competitors look to beat the hell out of each other to prove they're "all that".
Referee: John Patterson

[markforce]

[We open backstage to Mark Force. He’s watching youtube videos of himself in a gym. A younger, slimmer, better looking version of himself. A local jobber is walking by and peeks in on Mark.]

Dude. Is that you? Wow. Didn’t realize they had the technology to record color video way back then.

Huh?
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I’m saying that you’re old.

[He points and laughs at Mark...who tries to remain strong. However, Mark is crying on the inside.]
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Ew. Do you seriously have a boner right now? What kind of dude gets chubbed up watching videos of himself working out?
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It’s not a boner! It’s my cup! I’m telling my mom!
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[Mark runs out of the locker room, and trips over his shoelaces. He bumps his fat head into the floor and goes unconscious. He is jarred awake an unknown amount of time later by the EVPW trainer]
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Sir? You have suffered a serious facial trauma. Can you speak? What is your name?

Mark. My name is Mark Force. WHAT DO YOU MEAN FACIAL TRAUMA?!?
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Your face is just. Oh my god. We’ve called an ambulance. Stay still.

[Mark turns and look in a mirror. Scared. Mouth dry. Heavy breathing.]
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Time

Stands

Still.

Wait. Dude. My face is fine. That’s what it always looks like.
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[The trainer throws up. He cries and falls into a corner...curled into the fetal position. He pulls out a phone and dials his wife at home. The trainer describes in painstaking detail what he just witnessed. Being an photographer and overall a very visual person, his wife drops dead at the mere thought of this motherfucker’s face. The trainer quits his job, and throws his life away to drugs and alcohol.]
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Mark, 3 minutes until your music hits. And don’t even think about picking up a fucking microphone.

What if I got some shit to say?
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Say it in your head.

We’ll see.
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[Mark starts running in place, and shadow boxing. His shadow wins, though. ]

[markforce]

[The bell rings and the two men circle each other. They engage. A test of strength ensues. Killswitch wins easily.]
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JP : Mark had to know he’d lose that battle.

Ray : I saw him try the same move with an 11-year-old backstage, with the same result.

[Killswitch goes for a rear headlock, which sends Mark into a frenzy. While flailing in a very feminine fashion, Mark manages to inadvertently poke referee John Patterson in the eye. The referee is crouched over in pain , and Mark takes advantage by kicking Killswitch in the crotch.]
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Ray : Ouch.

[Killswitch releases the headlock to tend to his crotch. Mark crawls out of the ring and steals some nachos from a kid in the front row. He sets the nachos on the apron and slides back in as Killswitch is getting to his feet. Mark whips him into the ropes and lands a knee to Killswitch’s midsection. Mark then kicks him in the face.]
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JP : Yikes. Mark has no qualms about injuring his opponent. That kick was vicious.

[Mark pulls Kuk to his feet and lifts him high into the air....and slams him down with a brainbuster. He gets up, and lands a running elbow.]
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Ray : You’re 100% right JP. The guy is very good at methodically wearing down his opponent. However, in his short time here...he hasn’t had to take a punch. He could have a glass jaw for all we know.

[Mark gets up and drops a knee to Killswitch’s face. He then drags the downed opponent to the opposite side of the ring]
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JP : Where’s he taking him? I *know* he’s not going to climb up the turnbuckle. He’d probably plummet to his death from up there.

[Mark stops dragging and drops another knee to his opponent’s face. Then, he locks in an ankle lock. He applies the submission with one hand, and with the other hand he reaches through the ropes and starts taking bites of his nachos he set on the apron earlier.]
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Ray : Oh come on!

JP : I don’t know what sickens me more...the fact that a pro wrestler is eating....NACHOS....in the middle of a match. Or, is it the nonchalant attitude this guy has out there?

[Mark soon runs out of nachos. He pleads to the ref for a soda. The referee refuses...which prompts Mark to throw the empty carton at him. John Patterson flies off the handle and forces Mark to break the hold. They get into a shouting match. Killswitch steadies himself and runs up behind Mark, and tries to roll him up. The referee fast counts...]
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1!
2!

JP : And Mark kicks out!

Ray : Is this where Killswitch takes advantage of the momentum swing?!?