Force vs Jones (AWF Liberty Title Ladder Match)

[Maximilian Price (Co-Owner)]

You two RP here

[Mark Force]

Mark is standing in the ring. He has just laid out the Liberty Title, and begged for Davey’s forgiveness. Davey never shows up. Mark cries. The world turns. After an awkward 3 minutes, Mark slowly climbs out of the ring.

Mark : Davey. I know you don’t want to see me. So, Ill just leave the title in the ring. You can pick it up after I leave.

His head hung low...Mark walks to the locker room. The beaver who STUNNED him before the PPV is in a hot tub. 2 sexy dudes are rubbing lotion all over that stupid beaver. A sad trumpet plays in the distance.

Mark : Okay.

Mark walks, slowly...sadly…depressingly to the local Post Office. He picks up his mail. No smiles. No happiness. He receives a text message.

Mark : Ooh. Maybe it’s my best friend , Davey!

A sparkle forms in Mark’s eye. The sparkle soon turns to another tear. Followed by more tears.

Mark : Who am I kidding? Super sexy pirates dont have cell phones. And...even if he did….he wouldn’t text a loser like me.

Mark reads the text message out loud.

Mark : “Mr. Force. We regret to inform you that we have cancelled your show on our network. The ratings weren’t there. The advertisers wouldn’t buy airtime during your timeslot.”

Mark composes himself.

Mark : I wonder why? *Text message sound* “It’s because you’re ugly and fat. The camera crew will get a bit more footage to fill your time slot this week….and then it’s all over.”

Mark looks at the camera crew.

Mark : Just like everyone else in my life...leaving me...when I needed you most.

Mark depressingly walks to a local gym, and finds a comfy cardboard box. He takes out a spiral notebook and a red crayon.

“Dear Davey. I miss you. Im sorry about Sunday. Please forgive me.”
PS. I can’t wrestle you on Friday. My heart hurts too bad.

Mark takes the letter, and delivers it to Davey Jones’ locker room.

[Devil Of The Deep Davey Jones]

*Davey's door swings open as Mark Force arrives. In Mark's child-like mind, lightning strikes behind Davey as he does. (OR maybe it really happened. Who knows.) Davey looks down on Mark with a look beyond disgust.*

Davey: "Mark Force, you have failed me for the last time! For too long have I listened to your inane jests! Your prattling poppycock! Your incomparable bumbling!"

*Davey snatches the letter from Mark's hand and lights it ablaze by an unseen power. Mark falls over backward in surprise.*

Davey: "You made me look like fool! First, You withstand all my might and yet are silenced by a simple woodland creature?? Explain this to me Mark!"

*Mark for one of the first times in his life appears to be speechless, though he may just be in the middle of a burp.*

Davey: "As I suspected... You showed promise, Force. But I'm afraid that one little snafu will cost you dearly. I should gut you like a fish for this!" 

*Davey kicks over a water cooler and it sprays all over Force. IT tastes salty, possibly by the power of Davey Jones, but more likely by the taste of Mark's many skin and sweat crispies suddenly getting washed into the water.*

Davey: "The power that Gerik Maroda holds in his unworthy hands should be mine! And no one else's!
 Mark, I suggest you head back to whatever rock you may have crawled out from under, and say your farewells to whatever semblance of relations you may still have! Perhaps your beer coozie collection will weep for you. For no matter how you beg, and no matter how you squirm… Nothing will save you from my wrath this time.

Tell your imaginary friends one last happy ending. For Dead men tell no tales."

*Davey closes his door with a resounding ka-chunk!*