Luke Samson was the defending champion in the Great Lakes
Wrestling Tournament in his weight class. He was 28, 5’8” and 158 lbs with
dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. The tournament was next weekend, and he’d been
practicing relentlessly so that his body was in the best shape of his career.
He intended to successfully defend the title. Tonight, he was at home watching
tape of another young, strong wrestler, Barry Davis. Barry had come in second
last year, and was widely regarded as Luke’s greatest threat. Barry was 26 with
jet-black hair, brown eyes, and was 5’9” tall and 165 lbs. He was quick and
fast, but was totally out-classed by Luke when it came to talent.
Barry was with
his older brother Kevin. Kevin was also a wrestler, but was 30 years old with
brown hair and eyes, and was 6’ tall and 195 lbs. He was also a champion last
year in his weight class, and was heavily favored to win his belt again this
year. They were sitting around discussing moves, when Barry mentioned Luke.
“Kevin, I want to
win a belt this year, too! But that damn Luke Samson’s in my weight class, and
there’s no way I can beat him! He’s way too fast. What can I do?”
“Barry, everyone
has a weakness, and Luke’s no exception.”
“What do you mean?”
“Luke is head
over heels in love with Laura. He’d do just about anything for that girl!”
“Well, yeah.
Just like I would for Sarah. But how does that help me win a title?”
“Do you still
have Luke’s cell phone number?”
“Yeah, but what
good is that? Surely you’re not suggesting I call him and ask him to throw the
match?”
“Barry, trust
your older brother. Give me the number, and I guarantee you Luke won’t show for
the match!”
“But how can you
guarantee that, Kevin?”
“Just give me
the damn number!”
“Okay, here it
is!”
Kevin used the
number to send a text to Luke. The text read as follows.
“Luke, it’s
Laura. I went out on old route 384, and I ran out of gas. A nice farmer let me
borrow his phone to send you this text. Silly me, I forgot to charge my phone
and it’s dead. Please be a dear and come bring me a can of gasoline. I parked
my car in the barn, and I’ll meet you there. There’s a sign by the entrance
that reads “The Two D’s”. That’s the
farm. The farmer’s such a nice man; I know you’ll love him! See you soon,
Luke!”
Luke saw the
message and immediately jumped into his black convertible Corvette. He made a
quick stop at a gas station, and then headed out on old route 384, which at one
point had been a major highway, but was now a two-lane road, with only farms
and woodlands along its path. It took a good two hours to reach the farm. The
barn was about a mile down a dirt path. He drove down the path, and parked his
Corvette. Then he grabbed the gas can, and headed for the barn. He opened the
doors and called out Laura’s name. In the dark, he couldn’t see anything.
Suddenly, the barn lit up, someone had thrown a switch, turning on an overhead
bank of lights. Luke was temporarily blinded, but as his eyes adjusted he saw
Barry Davis wearing a wrestling singlet.
“What are you
doing here, Davis? And where is Laura?”
“Oh, she’s not
here, Samson. And I’m here to ask you not to defend your title.”
“What are you
smoking, Davis? There’s no way I’m going to miss that tournament! And it will
be a special pleasure pinning your sorry ass! And Laura sent me a text that she
was here, so once again, where’s my girl?”
Barry read the
text word for word to Luke, and it suddenly dawned on Luke that he’d been
tricked! He was still confused, though. He knew Barry Davis very well, and the
man didn’t have two working brain cells to rub together! But Luke would have no
time to ponder that. With a roar, Barry charged at Luke, who was dressed in street
clothes, not wrestling attire. But even in street clothes, Luke was twice the
wrestler that Barry was. He sidestepped the charging bull-headed man, and
quickly put him in a chokehold. Barry was struggling for air, but Luke clamped
down even tighter. He was solely focused on knocking out Barry, and then
heading back to town. Unfortunately, he was so pre-occupied with Barry, that he
didn’t even realize Kevin was in the barn until it was too late. Just as
Barry’s knees began to buckle, Kevin stepped behind Luke and brought his arms
up under his armpits, and then locked his hands behind Luke’s neck. Luke was
totally taken off guard and was instantly immobilized. Barry pulled away from
Luke’s struggling fingers and took a few deep breaths of life-giving air. Now
it was time for phase two of the Davis brothers plan.
As Luke
continued to struggle, Barry donned a special pair of weighted gloves. With an
evil smile on his face, he delivered a solid punch right to Luke’s abs. Luke
grunted in pain, as the wind was knocked out of him. Then he looked at Barry
and said, “Is that the best you can do? No wonder you’re such a loser as a
wrestler!”
Barry didn’t
reply to Luke, he instead addressed his reply to his brother. “Hold him tight,
Kevin! I want the son of a bitch to feel every punch!”
As Barry
approached again, Luke realized that the man holding him was Barry’s older
brother! This was serious!
Barry sent
another flurry of blows to Luke’s stomach. Luke’s well-defined abs were turning
black and blue, and losing a lot of their sharpness. Barry worked non-stop on
Luke’s abs for the next 15 minutes. By the end of the time, Luke was visibly
sagging in Kevin’s arms.
Kevin then spoke
up. “Barry, we need to wrap this up soon. I know you’ve had a lot of fun
beating Samson’s abs to a pulp, but now we need a knockout blow. Take your
right hand and drive it into the bottom of Samson’s chin, just like I taught
you! One nice strong uppercut, little brother!”
Barry followed
suit, and instantly put Luke’s lights out. Once Luke was no longer a threat,
they took Luke further into the barn, stripped him naked and tied his hands
over his head with a rope dangling from the ceiling. They now waited for Luke
to awaken.
Thirty minutes
had passed and Luke was still out cold. Kevin looked at his little brother and
said, “Man, Barry, I hope you didn’t kill him! We don’t want him dead, YET!
HAHAHAHA!”
Before Barry
could reply, both brothers heard a groan, and looked over to see a bruised and
battered Luke begin to stir. They also noticed that blood was dripping from a
split lip Luke had suffered when Barry delivered his uppercut!
Luke slowly
focused his eyes, as he regained consciousness. He realized immediately that
he’d been stripped of his clothes.
“Hey, you
motherfuckers! What’s the meaning of this? I’ll see you both in prison for
kidnapping!”
Kevin replied,
“Hey, Barry, Samson’s threatening to send us to prison! Are you scared, Barry?”
“Of course I’m
not scared! How can he send us to prison when he’ll be rotting in HELL!”?
“What the fuck
are you two assholes talking about?”
“Samson, it’s
like this. I asked you real nice to not show up to defend your title and you
refused my very reasonable request. So now, we have no choice but to kill you!”
Luke realized
that both men were serious; they actually planned to kill him! He also realized
that naked and bound, there was very little if anything that he could do to
prevent it!
Luke began
screaming, “HELP!!!! MURDER!!!!!! HELP!!!!!!”
Kevin looked at Luke and said, “Go ahead and scream, Samson!
My brother and I use your fear as motivation and energy to kill you, and the
closest farm is ten miles away!”
Luke asked how
they knew where the nearest farm was, and Kevin explained that their father had
farmed this land for decades, and when he died last year, Kevin and Barry
inherited it. It had been kept out of the papers, and they hadn’t even used the
farm since their father died. In fact, they had planned on putting it up for
sale, until they realized it would be a perfect setting to murder Luke.
“Enough talk for
now, Samson! My little brother and I have work to do.” With that, both brothers
donned weighted gloves, and began using Luke as a punching bag; hitting him in
the abs, lower back, genitals and ass. Soon, Luke looked like he was wearing a
belt, but not a championship belt. It was a belt of black and blue marks that
totally encircled Luke’s waist. At first, Luke was crying out in pain, and even
cursing his killers from time to time. But about midway through the beating,
Luke lost consciousness and sagged in his bonds as the beating continued.
Satisfied with the effects of the beating, both men took a well-deserved break
to wait for Luke to once again awaken.
This time, it
took about an hour for Luke to awaken, and when he did, he found he was in
constant pain, regardless of how he moved his body. He looked at his captors
and saw nothing but hatred and vengeance in their faces. “Guys, be reasonable, there’s
no way you’ll ever get away with this. Laura will have the cops looking
everywhere. Just let me go. I’ll even promise to stay away from the tournament.
I’ll say I got a bad cold, and I have to withdraw. What do you say, guys?”
Kevin grabbed Luke
by the face! “Listen, Samson, there’s no way you’re leaving this barn alive!
You’d turn us in the first chance you got! Now, you better say your prayers,
because when you wake up next time, it will be dying time for you, asshole!”
Luke said, “What
do you mean?” but before he could say anything else, Kevin had delivered a
vicious uppercut, knocking out Luke once again!
The two men
untied Luke from the overhead rope, and then dragged him to a spot about ten
feet away. They stood him on the back of a farm wagon and tied his ankles
together, then his knees, and then bound his arms behind his back. Finally,
Kevin brought the noose over Luke’s head, cinching it tight with the knot at
his left ear. Barry held Luke upright, while Kevin took the free end and
dragged it to a nearby pole. He pulled it taut, so that Luke was forced to stay
upright, and then tied it to the pole. Luke woke up, and instantly saw that
he’d been noosed! He saw that he was on a wagon, with Kevin in the driver’s
seat and two horses pulling the wagon. Barry was by the door to the barn,
opening it. Luke started to cry out, “NO!” but his words were cut off as Barry
cracked the whip and the horses and wagon began to race towards the door.
Within seconds, Luke was hanging free, trying in vain to find the floor of the
barn. Kevin knew what he was doing, he’d set the noose so that there was no
drop, and Luke was left to slowly strangle to death.
With Kevin and
Barry watching intently, Luke’s body began to jerk and twitch. Within a few
minutes, they saw his face begin to turn from a healthy tan color to orange and
then red. His mouth began to open and close, trying in vain to bring
life-giving air into his lungs.
Kevin looked at
Luke as he struggled, with Luke’s muscles bulging against the restraints, and
said, “Hey, Samson, what’s wrong? A strong man like you with all those muscles
can’t break the ropes binding you and free yourself? Man, you’re one sorry ass
excuse for a wrestler!”
Barry was also
caught up in the excitement of watching Luke die. He yelled out, “Hey, Kevin!
Maybe after Samson’s dead, you can console his girlfriend Laura. At least with
you, she’ll see what a REAL man is like, not this wimpy asswipe!”
In a few minutes
more, his face and extremities took on a bluish tint, as his heart stopped
circulating the blood through his body, and his tongue, also blue, protruded
between his split lips. Then with a final sigh, Luke’s body became still for
the final time. Kevin and Barry left his body hanging for another hour. Then
they cut the rope, letting the corpse fall to the floor. The body was placed in
the wagon, and they took the body out to a field. There, Luke was fed into a
woodchipper, reducing his body to unrecognizable bits of flesh and bone. Now all
that was left was to get rid of Luke’s car.
Barry drove
Luke’s Corvette, with Kevin following in their car. They went out to a cliff
face in the country. Once there, they took the can of gas that Luke had brought
with him, and doused the car with the gasoline. They also put a rag in the gas
tank and lit the rag, then pushed the Corvette over the cliff. A few seconds
later, they were rewarded with a very loud fireball and explosion.
As they got in
their car, Kevin turned to Barry and said, “That’s the end of that! Now, let’s
get ready to go win us a pair of belts!”
That weekend,
the entire arena was abuzz. Defending champion Luke Samson had been missing for
three days, and there had been no sight of him. Suddenly, the announcer called
for Laura to report to security. She raced off, hoping that it meant that Luke
had been found. Her hopes were soon dashed, however! “I’m sorry, Laura. We just
found Luke’s car. You know that bad curve on county road 495? It looks like
Luke was out in his Corvette, and took the curve too fast! He went over the
cliff and the car exploded in a fireball! I’m afraid he’s dead!”
Laura flew into
hysterics, but eventually composed herself enough to ask when she could claim
the body. “I’m sorry, Laura. We didn’t find his body. It probably got all
burned up in the fireball! Please accept our condolences!”
Meanwhile, up in
the ring, the belts were being awarded. Kevin and Brady Davis stood arm in arm,
both proudly wearing their championship belts, a repeat for Kevin and the first
of many that Brady would win over the years!
