Flipping The Script: Episode#1 streaming on YouTube!
Jun 16, 2019 20:41:52 GMT -5
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Post by silentpartner on Jun 16, 2019 20:41:52 GMT -5
Saturday June 29th, 2019
From Coliseo Cerrado, Cusco, Peru
In the background the production truck, emblazoned with the faces of the Othello Brothers, hums in neutral. In the foreground, getting her cue, is Emily Burlingame.
Emily Burlingame: Hello Valor Pro fans, I’m Emily Burlingame here for an exclusive first look at the Othello Brothers brand new production truck!
She steps slowly towards it with the camera following gently along behind her.
EB: From here the Othellos will be launching a bi-weekly broadcast called, of course, Flipping the Script, and I’m here because Laurence and Kenneth promised me a guided tour.
She climbs the steel-grate steps, giving a smile back at the camera before she offers a sturdy knock on the shiny new door. A moment. And then the door opens to reveal Kenneth, and behind him a dark room lit by the lights of buttons on consoles and dozens of screens showing wrestling footage.
Kenneth Othello: Emily! Come in! Come in!
She does, followed by the camera, gifting the viewer with an panning interior shot of a spacious production room. There’s a few individuals seated at consoles, one or two wearing headphones, all hard at work. Laurence is overseeing a compilation of footage.
KO: Laur! Emily Burlingame is here.
Laurence rises and fixes his suit collar with a smile.
LO: Emily, welcome to our brand new digs.
He joins Kenneth next to Emily for a pretty near perfect still photo opportunity sure to find its way ont the cover of a wrestling trade magazine or website headline.
EB: It looks fantastic!
KO: Yep. All on the company dime, no less. This baby is ours.
LO: Well, Valor Pro’s.
KO: So its as good as ours.
LO: Basically.
EB: It’s exciting! And it’s from here you’ll be--
KO: Watching, analyzing, and summarizing all the action from what will be NIGHT ONE of a weekend of Valor Pro intensity.
LO: That’s right. Valor Pro is cresting on a wave of what promises to be a pretty hefty expansion thanks to a growing profile of excellence. We’ve been given the green light to roll into town, wherever Valor Pro shows are booked, hold an event on Saturday, give it to the fans to watch, or listen to wherever they get their podcasts, and get ready to do it LIVE the next night for Blitz, streaming on HoTV, and the Battleground Network, same Valor time, same Valor channel.
EB: This is really exciting. Like an entire weekend of Valor Pro.
KO: You’re damn right. And even that isn't enough, if you ask me.
She marvels at the seeming capacity within the production truck.
EB: This is crazy impressive!
KO: Yup. We’ve pretty much been gifted with a mobile production suite.
LO: Absolutely, Ken. Over there is a full-blown editing suite.
He motions the camera to follow his finger as he points out the various points of interest.
LO: Audio production suite. There’s visual effects. A full load of camera and production equipment, fully staffed and everything.
KO: Valor Pro’s moving up in the world.
EB: Sure seems like it.
LO: And now, without further ado, unless you or my brother has anything further to add…
Emily looks a little confused.
Emily Burlingame: Hello Valor Pro fans, I’m Emily Burlingame here for an exclusive first look at the Othello Brothers brand new production truck!
She steps slowly towards it with the camera following gently along behind her.
EB: From here the Othellos will be launching a bi-weekly broadcast called, of course, Flipping the Script, and I’m here because Laurence and Kenneth promised me a guided tour.
She climbs the steel-grate steps, giving a smile back at the camera before she offers a sturdy knock on the shiny new door. A moment. And then the door opens to reveal Kenneth, and behind him a dark room lit by the lights of buttons on consoles and dozens of screens showing wrestling footage.
Kenneth Othello: Emily! Come in! Come in!
She does, followed by the camera, gifting the viewer with an panning interior shot of a spacious production room. There’s a few individuals seated at consoles, one or two wearing headphones, all hard at work. Laurence is overseeing a compilation of footage.
KO: Laur! Emily Burlingame is here.
Laurence rises and fixes his suit collar with a smile.
LO: Emily, welcome to our brand new digs.
He joins Kenneth next to Emily for a pretty near perfect still photo opportunity sure to find its way ont the cover of a wrestling trade magazine or website headline.
EB: It looks fantastic!
KO: Yep. All on the company dime, no less. This baby is ours.
LO: Well, Valor Pro’s.
KO: So its as good as ours.
LO: Basically.
EB: It’s exciting! And it’s from here you’ll be--
KO: Watching, analyzing, and summarizing all the action from what will be NIGHT ONE of a weekend of Valor Pro intensity.
LO: That’s right. Valor Pro is cresting on a wave of what promises to be a pretty hefty expansion thanks to a growing profile of excellence. We’ve been given the green light to roll into town, wherever Valor Pro shows are booked, hold an event on Saturday, give it to the fans to watch, or listen to wherever they get their podcasts, and get ready to do it LIVE the next night for Blitz, streaming on HoTV, and the Battleground Network, same Valor time, same Valor channel.
EB: This is really exciting. Like an entire weekend of Valor Pro.
KO: You’re damn right. And even that isn't enough, if you ask me.
She marvels at the seeming capacity within the production truck.
EB: This is crazy impressive!
KO: Yup. We’ve pretty much been gifted with a mobile production suite.
LO: Absolutely, Ken. Over there is a full-blown editing suite.
He motions the camera to follow his finger as he points out the various points of interest.
LO: Audio production suite. There’s visual effects. A full load of camera and production equipment, fully staffed and everything.
KO: Valor Pro’s moving up in the world.
EB: Sure seems like it.
LO: And now, without further ado, unless you or my brother has anything further to add…
Emily looks a little confused.
EB: That's it? Already? But I just--
KO: We’ve got a show to do!
EB: Uhm--
LO: Sorry, Emily. But you’re standing in the way of Valor’s rise.
They both motion for her to leave. Faux awkwardness ensues. Of course this was entirely planned. Emily half smirks as she tiptoes past the camera, and both exit to the production truck door slamming in the face. And we cut to black.
EB: Uhm--
LO: Sorry, Emily. But you’re standing in the way of Valor’s rise.
They both motion for her to leave. Faux awkwardness ensues. Of course this was entirely planned. Emily half smirks as she tiptoes past the camera, and both exit to the production truck door slamming in the face. And we cut to black.
The lights dim across the Coliseo Cerrado as the opening chords to Joe Walsh’s ‘Turn to Stone’ fill the arena. The crowd break into a cacophony of boos, the cameras cut round to see the crowd who have brought signs out in abundance. “COSMO CUCKED CROSS!” reads one sign. Cross appears on the ramp decked out in a grey panel checked suit. Any air of a smug grin has been erased from his face, clearly still smarting at how Rite of Kings ended. He starts to walk down the aisle, microphone in hand. He rolls into the ring and signals for the production truck to cut off the music.
CROSS RECOBA: Welcome to the rebooted and revamped Flipping the Script!
The crowd let a tempered cheer slip out.
CROSS RECOBA: Now, once more it seems that Valor Pro Wrestling know what a commodity they possess in me but yet again they don’t know how to use me! How else do you explain me pulling double-duty at Rite of Kings but now? Now I’m asked to open up Flipping the Script, asked to set the tone for their new show...new content was the term the marketing guy used, if we’re going to be accurate…
His face remains emotionless.
CROSS RECOBA: You’d think they’d want to capitalize on the fact that at Rite of Kings I proved that I am Main Event! That I am the closest they can claim to a homegrown star they have but instead? They’d rather have me doing PR duties than have me upstage their champions!
A scowl starts to form on Recoba’s face.
CROSS RECOBA: Now, there are three things I can guarantee - the first is that each and every one of you saw the main event of Rite of Kings whether it was live, pirated, torrented, at your friends or just seeing the highlights on YouTube. The second is that not one of you can honestly say that I deserved to lose that, that Cooper won that, as I told him on Twitter - the way he celebrated makes me think that the time that Riley finally got knocked up he just rushed in after the money shot and started self high-fiving, and third and final thing I can guarantee is that there is no way that Chris Callum deserves to come into the company and in one match become the number one contender while I’m expected to just nod and twiddle my thumbs waiting for an opportunity to appear out of thin air!
The crowd starts to boo Recoba’s tirade.
CROSS RECOBA: That’s why I’m going on record and putting EVERYONE who was in that battle royale on notice, I will take you out one by one until Vanessa Byrne and Duggie Callahan can’t ignore it and realise that whatever Callum can do, I can do better! Every one of you knows that I’M THE REAL APEX CHAMPION! Cooper is still clinging to that belt but it’s by his fingertips…
A ‘LET’S GO COSMO!’ chant starts.
CROSS RECOBA: Do you know what sickens me the most - it’s that when I saw the write-ups for the show did I get word one of praise? No! Did anyone point out how lucky Cooper is to wake up with that belt in his possession? No! In fact, do you know what I get told? “Cross, we’d love to give you a rematch but Callum vs Cooper is a can’t miss match-up, we’d be fools not to do it.” Which basically means - fuck you, Cross! So, Valor, here’s my own “F You”. It looks like I’m going to have a lot of free time in the coming weeks and like I said, I’m going to put a target on each and every competitor from the battle royale’s back. This time it’s not about a bounty, this is my hitlist and I will take them down until the only person left in front of me is Cooper, trembling as he realises he still hasn’t pinned me, realises that he is nothing but a hypocrite after coming at me for how I beat him. Then, when he tries to worm his way out of dodge - I’m going to take apart your precious Graps Jesus in the most brutal manner that this company has ever seen!
Cross drops the mic and rolls out the ring as “Turn to Stone” kicks back in.
LO: And that's how we started our first night in Peru, folks. With that asshole....
KO: Bite your tongue, Laur! Cross Recoba is the true Apex Champion.
LO: Oh for Pete's sake! I should have known you'd jump all over that bandwagon!
KO: Hey, he made some valid points, and did you hear? He's going to target every single person left out of that Rite of Kings Battle Royal! It's going to be all Cross, all the time!
LO: Oh that sounds delightful. Remind me to schedule an appointment to remove these red hot pokers from my eyes.
KO: You just don't have any vision, Laurence! That's your problem.
LO: No, my problem is that I'm sick and tired of seeing people around here take every advantage under the sun! It's the reason there is a deal hanging over Dakota Jennings head that she'll be fired if Rekota ever loses the Chimera Tag Championships, it's the reason that Spiral was fired at Rite of Kings, and it's the reason that Katya Djurdjevic isn't the UnYielding Champion right now.
KO: Oh God! You aren't going to start harping on that again are you...I mean...we've got real action to call on this show, and I'd rather not go into your tear stained laundry list...
LO: You know what...Fine...but since we're probably guaranteed to see Cross Recoba again before this program is finished....just remember folks. I'm the Commentator that warned you.
KO: And I'm warning you....if your whining ends up getting this channel demonetized, then the Valor Pro brass isn't going to appreciate that!
LO: Demonetized?
KO: Yeah, apparently You Tube is on a crusade to ban certain topics from their platform. Whiny people like you are the first to go.
LO: I don't have to take this from the likes of you. Besides, if we got banned it would be because of your crass neanderthal type views on humanity. Not to mention....you curse a lot.
KO: No I Fucking Don't!
Laurence rolls his eyes as he presses the button that will take us to the next segment.
KO: Bite your tongue, Laur! Cross Recoba is the true Apex Champion.
LO: Oh for Pete's sake! I should have known you'd jump all over that bandwagon!
KO: Hey, he made some valid points, and did you hear? He's going to target every single person left out of that Rite of Kings Battle Royal! It's going to be all Cross, all the time!
LO: Oh that sounds delightful. Remind me to schedule an appointment to remove these red hot pokers from my eyes.
KO: You just don't have any vision, Laurence! That's your problem.
LO: No, my problem is that I'm sick and tired of seeing people around here take every advantage under the sun! It's the reason there is a deal hanging over Dakota Jennings head that she'll be fired if Rekota ever loses the Chimera Tag Championships, it's the reason that Spiral was fired at Rite of Kings, and it's the reason that Katya Djurdjevic isn't the UnYielding Champion right now.
KO: Oh God! You aren't going to start harping on that again are you...I mean...we've got real action to call on this show, and I'd rather not go into your tear stained laundry list...
LO: You know what...Fine...but since we're probably guaranteed to see Cross Recoba again before this program is finished....just remember folks. I'm the Commentator that warned you.
KO: And I'm warning you....if your whining ends up getting this channel demonetized, then the Valor Pro brass isn't going to appreciate that!
LO: Demonetized?
KO: Yeah, apparently You Tube is on a crusade to ban certain topics from their platform. Whiny people like you are the first to go.
LO: I don't have to take this from the likes of you. Besides, if we got banned it would be because of your crass neanderthal type views on humanity. Not to mention....you curse a lot.
KO: No I Fucking Don't!
Laurence rolls his eyes as he presses the button that will take us to the next segment.
The scene opens to find David Scott casually leaning against one of the audio-cable crates in the backstage area, hands buried within the pockets of his hooded leather jacket. A toothpick clicks against the man’s teeth as he rolls it from one side of his mouth to the other. Currently staring at the floor, Scott slowly rocks back and forth, bouncing himself off the crate, causing it to rattle a little beneath his body weight.
Eventually, the man settled, slowly bringing his eyes up from the ground to find the camera.
SCOTT: I wasn’t blessed with the gift of gab, so let me spare everyone the suspense and get one thing out in the open. You won’t get any sound bites off this. No memes. No clips for some highlight vid on YouTube. Straight up, I’m shit at this kind of thing, but one thing I’m pretty damn good at is leaving people a black and blue pile of pulp. Call it cliché. Call it a broken record. Call it whatever you like, because it won’t make it any less true. See, I followed a couple friends of mine here, and like them, I don’t waste a whole lot of time on flapping my gums. I say what needs to be said. I do what needs to be done, and handle business.
Pausing, Scott arched a brow and tilted his head, as if trying to hear something.
SCOTT: What is my business? Wrestling is my business. Though, admittedly, a little different than a certain soon-to-be championship team. I like to get my hands a little dirtier. I like making things just a little more personal. Because that’s important, don’t you think? Having that personal touch? I do. I like keeping things up close and intimate. No theatrics. No showmanship. I’m not here for that. I’m here to earn a paycheck, and I earn that check by leaving some poor bastard a quivering pile in the middle of the ring. Like I said, nothing special about it. Nothing you haven’t seen before. So why bother paying me any attention? Why give a shit when you hear my music coming through those speakers? Well, that’s a good question, I’m glad you asked. Every good question deserves an answer, and the answer is this: I am the best there is at what I do, and what I do ain’t nice. Yeah, I know I stole it, but like I said – that don’t make it any less true.
Shrugging away from the crate, Scott closed some of the distance between himself and the camera.
SCOTT: Past few years this business has gotten a little too fancy. Everyone’s trying to be shiny and new.
He shook his head, spitting the toothpick off to the side before turning back to the camera with a glare.
SCOTT: Fuck new. Fuck shiny. Fuck unique. You’re looking at some grade-A verified old school. The kind that doesn’t leave that ring ‘till someone’s got blood on their knuckles. Some of you may not know me by name, but you sure as shit know the rep I’m bringing, and how I earned it. I didn’t get here by being the hero. I got here by being the meanest son of a bitch in this business. I got here by clawing, biting, kicking, scratching and when needs be, downright brutalizing anyone and everyone I had to. Just ‘cause Ms. Byrne saw fit to sign my name on the dotted line, it doesn’t mean I plan on conducting business any different.
Leaving it at that, Scott simply turned and walked out of frame, leaving the scene to fade out to black.
Eventually, the man settled, slowly bringing his eyes up from the ground to find the camera.
SCOTT: I wasn’t blessed with the gift of gab, so let me spare everyone the suspense and get one thing out in the open. You won’t get any sound bites off this. No memes. No clips for some highlight vid on YouTube. Straight up, I’m shit at this kind of thing, but one thing I’m pretty damn good at is leaving people a black and blue pile of pulp. Call it cliché. Call it a broken record. Call it whatever you like, because it won’t make it any less true. See, I followed a couple friends of mine here, and like them, I don’t waste a whole lot of time on flapping my gums. I say what needs to be said. I do what needs to be done, and handle business.
Pausing, Scott arched a brow and tilted his head, as if trying to hear something.
SCOTT: What is my business? Wrestling is my business. Though, admittedly, a little different than a certain soon-to-be championship team. I like to get my hands a little dirtier. I like making things just a little more personal. Because that’s important, don’t you think? Having that personal touch? I do. I like keeping things up close and intimate. No theatrics. No showmanship. I’m not here for that. I’m here to earn a paycheck, and I earn that check by leaving some poor bastard a quivering pile in the middle of the ring. Like I said, nothing special about it. Nothing you haven’t seen before. So why bother paying me any attention? Why give a shit when you hear my music coming through those speakers? Well, that’s a good question, I’m glad you asked. Every good question deserves an answer, and the answer is this: I am the best there is at what I do, and what I do ain’t nice. Yeah, I know I stole it, but like I said – that don’t make it any less true.
Shrugging away from the crate, Scott closed some of the distance between himself and the camera.
SCOTT: Past few years this business has gotten a little too fancy. Everyone’s trying to be shiny and new.
He shook his head, spitting the toothpick off to the side before turning back to the camera with a glare.
SCOTT: Fuck new. Fuck shiny. Fuck unique. You’re looking at some grade-A verified old school. The kind that doesn’t leave that ring ‘till someone’s got blood on their knuckles. Some of you may not know me by name, but you sure as shit know the rep I’m bringing, and how I earned it. I didn’t get here by being the hero. I got here by being the meanest son of a bitch in this business. I got here by clawing, biting, kicking, scratching and when needs be, downright brutalizing anyone and everyone I had to. Just ‘cause Ms. Byrne saw fit to sign my name on the dotted line, it doesn’t mean I plan on conducting business any different.
Leaving it at that, Scott simply turned and walked out of frame, leaving the scene to fade out to black.
LO: Lots of exploitative deletives out of David Scott, but at the end of the day, he wasn't exactly wrong.
KO: Yeah, if he had talked all that shit and came out here and stunk up the joint it would be different, but instead he came out and did exactly what he said he was going to do to Millie Montgomery.
LO: I hear tell that David went back to his old stomping grounds to prepare for this bout. The most prestigious since about a year ago when he disappeared off the mountaintop altogether.
KO: Yeah, and it showed, as he pretty much stayed in control of Millie from the start of the bell.
LO: To her credit, the rookie did a good job of starting off with some quick chain wrestling which she excelled at as a former Olympic Medalist, but what she couldn't have anticipated was that sharp elbow strike delivered by Scott about halfway through their sequence...
KO: Yeah, I think that definitely gave her a wake up call that this wasn't gym mats and grab ass. This is that professional shit.
LO: Well I take nothing away from her past accolades, but after she took that hit, Scott was really sort of able to do whatever he wanted. Just check this out.
Laurence presses a button and the scene shifts to action in the ring as Millie is Irish Whipped by Scott to the opposite corner he was working her over in. She strikes the turnbuckles hard, but before she can even stumble out David is there with a clothesline that crushes her right back against them. Montgomery slumps and Scott pulls her out away from the corner, hooks her around the head, and then delivers a snap suplex followed by a float over into a cover. He only gets a two count, but you can see that his confidence is mounting as he pulls her up and applies a chin lock. Millie struggles for several seconds as he digs his knee into her shoulder blades, but eventually she manages to rock up to her feet and he does the same. Suddenly Millie has David's arm hooked and she falls forward, dumping him over with a modified Arm Bar. He pops up and walks into a more traditional one, and pops up a third time for much the same. On the fourth come up Millie is there to force him into the ropes and moves to shoot him to the other side, but Scott reverses at the last second. Montgomery hits off the ropes and returns as David lowers his head, but Millie rolls across his back to end up on the other side of him. When she springs back off the ropes once again the fans seem behind her as she's caught in a Tilt-A-Whirl by Scott, but turns it into a head scissors....or she would have, if David hadn't put on the breaks, and instead of completing the Takeover, sits straight down with legs spread for a nasty looking Inverted Powerbomb.
KO: I really thought it was over there. Can't believe she kicked out...
LO: I think most of our fans in attendance agreed with you Ken, but she did get the shoulder up and the match continued.
KO: Yeah, but there was really only one more hope spot, which saw Millie rally after preventing Scott from Superplexing her off the top rope by nailing him with forearm shots that send him falling back to the canvas.
LO: I thought from there she might get some momentum, but the minute she stood up on the top you could see that High Risk was not her forte...
KO: She took an incredible amount of time to balance herself, and before you knew it, David had lunged at the ropes and caused her to lose her footing...
LO: She tumbled awkwardly all the way down to the mat, and when she got to her feet....this happened.
As Millie stumbles up to her feet, David Scott is there with a boot to the midsection that doubles her over. He yanks her by the hair of the head between his legs, grabs a handful of her tights, and with a grin to the crowd drops straight back while pulling her along. His weight and her weight combine to drive her skull first into the mat, and he nudges her over onto her back afterwards to lazily put his body to hers for a cover. The ref makes the count, and Scott gets up to a pretty strong reaction from the crowd. Some booing. Others cheering. He shrugs while looking down at Montgomery, and casts the camera a glance before it switches back to The Othello's.
KO: I hear he calls that move The Hard Goodbye...
LO: Well whatever he calls it, it was effective. I'm not so sure that Millie Montgomery didn't receive a concussion after that.
KO: I think Millie's problem was that she didn't have Duncan down at ringside...
LO: Well you can thank Rex Rumble for that. I hear that they got into quite the scrape in catering over the last Bagel and Cream Cheese.
KO: Why do we even keep that guy around? He's just not he same since Zachariah Krahe took off.
LO: I guess to guard the bagel's, Ken.
KO: One thing is for sure. If there is anyone here who deserves a Bagel and Cream Cheese, it's David Scott after that excellent victory!
KO: Yeah, if he had talked all that shit and came out here and stunk up the joint it would be different, but instead he came out and did exactly what he said he was going to do to Millie Montgomery.
LO: I hear tell that David went back to his old stomping grounds to prepare for this bout. The most prestigious since about a year ago when he disappeared off the mountaintop altogether.
KO: Yeah, and it showed, as he pretty much stayed in control of Millie from the start of the bell.
LO: To her credit, the rookie did a good job of starting off with some quick chain wrestling which she excelled at as a former Olympic Medalist, but what she couldn't have anticipated was that sharp elbow strike delivered by Scott about halfway through their sequence...
KO: Yeah, I think that definitely gave her a wake up call that this wasn't gym mats and grab ass. This is that professional shit.
LO: Well I take nothing away from her past accolades, but after she took that hit, Scott was really sort of able to do whatever he wanted. Just check this out.
Laurence presses a button and the scene shifts to action in the ring as Millie is Irish Whipped by Scott to the opposite corner he was working her over in. She strikes the turnbuckles hard, but before she can even stumble out David is there with a clothesline that crushes her right back against them. Montgomery slumps and Scott pulls her out away from the corner, hooks her around the head, and then delivers a snap suplex followed by a float over into a cover. He only gets a two count, but you can see that his confidence is mounting as he pulls her up and applies a chin lock. Millie struggles for several seconds as he digs his knee into her shoulder blades, but eventually she manages to rock up to her feet and he does the same. Suddenly Millie has David's arm hooked and she falls forward, dumping him over with a modified Arm Bar. He pops up and walks into a more traditional one, and pops up a third time for much the same. On the fourth come up Millie is there to force him into the ropes and moves to shoot him to the other side, but Scott reverses at the last second. Montgomery hits off the ropes and returns as David lowers his head, but Millie rolls across his back to end up on the other side of him. When she springs back off the ropes once again the fans seem behind her as she's caught in a Tilt-A-Whirl by Scott, but turns it into a head scissors....or she would have, if David hadn't put on the breaks, and instead of completing the Takeover, sits straight down with legs spread for a nasty looking Inverted Powerbomb.
KO: I really thought it was over there. Can't believe she kicked out...
LO: I think most of our fans in attendance agreed with you Ken, but she did get the shoulder up and the match continued.
KO: Yeah, but there was really only one more hope spot, which saw Millie rally after preventing Scott from Superplexing her off the top rope by nailing him with forearm shots that send him falling back to the canvas.
LO: I thought from there she might get some momentum, but the minute she stood up on the top you could see that High Risk was not her forte...
KO: She took an incredible amount of time to balance herself, and before you knew it, David had lunged at the ropes and caused her to lose her footing...
LO: She tumbled awkwardly all the way down to the mat, and when she got to her feet....this happened.
As Millie stumbles up to her feet, David Scott is there with a boot to the midsection that doubles her over. He yanks her by the hair of the head between his legs, grabs a handful of her tights, and with a grin to the crowd drops straight back while pulling her along. His weight and her weight combine to drive her skull first into the mat, and he nudges her over onto her back afterwards to lazily put his body to hers for a cover. The ref makes the count, and Scott gets up to a pretty strong reaction from the crowd. Some booing. Others cheering. He shrugs while looking down at Montgomery, and casts the camera a glance before it switches back to The Othello's.
KO: I hear he calls that move The Hard Goodbye...
LO: Well whatever he calls it, it was effective. I'm not so sure that Millie Montgomery didn't receive a concussion after that.
KO: I think Millie's problem was that she didn't have Duncan down at ringside...
LO: Well you can thank Rex Rumble for that. I hear that they got into quite the scrape in catering over the last Bagel and Cream Cheese.
KO: Why do we even keep that guy around? He's just not he same since Zachariah Krahe took off.
LO: I guess to guard the bagel's, Ken.
KO: One thing is for sure. If there is anyone here who deserves a Bagel and Cream Cheese, it's David Scott after that excellent victory!
Winner of the Match via Pinfall: David Scott
LO: Strong words from Archer Yeoman who was set to make his debut tonight in Peru, and he would be taking on none other than The Professional Asshole, Sebastian Conner...
KO: Technically this was Conner's first singles match in the company as well, having debuted at Rite of Kings during the Battle Royal....
LO: Well Conner is the veteran here, so it should be no surprise to anyone that when the bell rang he took early control over Yeoman.
KO: Yeah, this wasn't just a debut for Archer, but his first match ever, and man.....that rookie looked nervous!
LO: Can't you remember your first time in the squared circle, Ken? I mean, I realize that was forever ago, but still....you never forget your first time.
KO: HEY! You do realize we're the same age, right? Don't be calling me old...
LO: Focus, Ken. We're talking about wrestling. Anyways, Yeoman did his best to try and keep up with Conner who tied him up with some chain wrestling, but ultimately the sequence ended when Yeoman was forced to the ground and locked into a chin lock.
KO: Yeah, Yeoman, who is starting his career late in the game at the age of thirty, struggled to get out of this move...but when he did, I think he surprised everyone, including Sebastian, with the way he fired up!
LO: Let's take a look....
With a push of the button the scene flips onto the screen (Pun Intended), and in the ring Archer Yeoman is working up from a Chin Lock, driving elbow strikes into Sebastian Conner's midsection as he goes. With one final blow the hold is broken, and Archer rushes the ropes for some spring, bounding back to nail Conner in the face with a Jumping Calf Kick. Conner hits the mat, but bounces back up quickly, and runs right into a lariat from Archer that puts him back to the mat. From there Yeoman goes to work, pulling Sebastian up to his feet and planting him with a scoop slam, followed by an elbow drop, followed by a pin that only sees a one and a half. Suddenly it's Conner who finds himself locked up in a front face lock, and the veteran kicks around the ring to no avail as Yeoman tightens up even further. The scene shifts back to the Othello's.
LO: This really surprised us after the start of this match, but as things continued to unfold, it became quite clear that Archer is a sound technician...
KO: Yeah, he showed a lot of promise, especially after preventing Conner from making a turn around on him and planting him with a Knee Breaker, and then slapping on a Single Leg Boston Crab...
The scene returns to the screen, and Yeoman has Conner's leg pulled back so far that the bottom of his foot is damn near touching his back. Conner cries out in pain, grabbing for the ref and the mat to try and end his suffering. Slowly but surely he claws his way towards the ropes, and manages to latch on causing the referee to force the break. Yeoman nods and pulls Conner to his feet only to hook the leg he had been working over and drag The Professional Asshole away from the ropes. Conner hops on one leg out to the center of the ring, and that's when Archer is taken completely by surprise as Conner leaps into an Enzuguri that catches him square in the back of the head. A shift back to the Othello's.
LO: I'm pretty sure that Yeoman was planning for a Dragon Leg Whip there, but Conner beat him to the punch...
KO: And then he beat him a little more, albeit in a hobbling fashion thanks to the damage received to his leg.
LO: True enough...Sebastian still managed to hit nasty DDT that got a two count out of Archer, but when he went for the Powerbomb afterwards...that's when his injured leg gave out, allowing Yeoman to pick up where he left off..
With Sebastian down in the center of the ring gripping his knee, Archer is quick to capitalize, still a little woozy after the DDT from before. He grabs Conner by the ankle, and quickly swings around the leg, falling back to put on a Figure Four Leglock! Conner comes alive in pain, shaking his head no to the ref while cursing the very air Archer breathes! He's held in the submission long enough for Yeoman to get a few near falls, the pain so great that it forces Sebastian's shoulders to the canvas. After a few more moments, Archer finds himself struggling to keep from being turned over by Conner, but in the end The Professional Asshole manages it, reversing the pressure onto Archer's legs. Back to The Othello's.
LO: Yeoman was quick to unhook himself from Conner, and then the damndest thing happened...
KO: NO...(hahaha)...seriously....(hehehe)....Watch this!
Yeoman pulls himself up to his feet, and he looks winded and hyper aware, full of adrenaline after the sudden pain in his legs. Conner is still lying on the canvas clutching his knee having been in the Figure Four for so long, and Archer decides it's time to pull another trick out of his sleeve. He eagerly hops up to the second rope, perhaps a little too eagerly, cause that's when it happens. His boots slip right off the middle rope, and instead of springboarding, he lands on his ass on the apron, and pitches off the side to the concrete floor below. Conner manages to look up, and a grin comes on his face despite the discomfort in his knee, and he starts pulling himself towards the bottom rope. Eventually he gets to the outside at the same time Archer is embarrassingly getting to his feet, and Conner blasts him from behind with a forearm smash. Back to the Othello's.
LO: A major rookie mistake by Archer cost him there, and it was obvious that as brilliant as he appeared on the mat, he may need to rethink those high risk maneuvers.
KO: No doubt...but here's the thing. He wasn't out of the fight yet. Conner worked him over on the outside, pausing to roll under the bottom rope to break the refs count, and then going right back to the beating...
LO: That is, until what might be the greatest run of luck we've personally ever seen...
The scene cuts back in with Yeoman being held up against the Steel Ring Post, and he looks more than out of it, fresh bruises adorning his body. Conner takes a few steps back and nods to a booing crowd just before rushing back at Archer for a Big Splash! The crowd erupts as Brahmin Bull manages to pitch himself out of the way, and Sebastian Conner rushes face first right into the steel. He slumps against the post to his knee's, leaving behind a trail of blood as the referee's count climbs. Archer, who himself had taken a beating on the outside, reaches for the ring apron just as the referee reaches eight. He looks over to Sebastian and grabs for him, but Conner falls back, revealing that he had been busted wide open. Realizing he wouldn't have any time, Archer shakes his head and then throws himself into the ring just as the referee reaches ten, and calls for the bell.
LO: And there you have it folks. Archer Yeoman with a count out victory over a bloodied Sebastian Conner!
KO: Goes to show you that experience doesn't always equal a win, but good god....that dude got lucky!
LO: Maybe so, but you could tell that Yeoman didn't want it to end that way...it was either that, or get counted out himself...
KO: Hey! A win is a win in my book, and hopefully this guy doesn't get too hung up on the small stuff.
LO: Yeah, but your book includes cheating and malicious intent...
KO: Uh......Yeah!
Laurence rolls his eyes and twirls his finger over his head to signal to cut anywhere other than here.
KO: Technically this was Conner's first singles match in the company as well, having debuted at Rite of Kings during the Battle Royal....
LO: Well Conner is the veteran here, so it should be no surprise to anyone that when the bell rang he took early control over Yeoman.
KO: Yeah, this wasn't just a debut for Archer, but his first match ever, and man.....that rookie looked nervous!
LO: Can't you remember your first time in the squared circle, Ken? I mean, I realize that was forever ago, but still....you never forget your first time.
KO: HEY! You do realize we're the same age, right? Don't be calling me old...
LO: Focus, Ken. We're talking about wrestling. Anyways, Yeoman did his best to try and keep up with Conner who tied him up with some chain wrestling, but ultimately the sequence ended when Yeoman was forced to the ground and locked into a chin lock.
KO: Yeah, Yeoman, who is starting his career late in the game at the age of thirty, struggled to get out of this move...but when he did, I think he surprised everyone, including Sebastian, with the way he fired up!
LO: Let's take a look....
With a push of the button the scene flips onto the screen (Pun Intended), and in the ring Archer Yeoman is working up from a Chin Lock, driving elbow strikes into Sebastian Conner's midsection as he goes. With one final blow the hold is broken, and Archer rushes the ropes for some spring, bounding back to nail Conner in the face with a Jumping Calf Kick. Conner hits the mat, but bounces back up quickly, and runs right into a lariat from Archer that puts him back to the mat. From there Yeoman goes to work, pulling Sebastian up to his feet and planting him with a scoop slam, followed by an elbow drop, followed by a pin that only sees a one and a half. Suddenly it's Conner who finds himself locked up in a front face lock, and the veteran kicks around the ring to no avail as Yeoman tightens up even further. The scene shifts back to the Othello's.
LO: This really surprised us after the start of this match, but as things continued to unfold, it became quite clear that Archer is a sound technician...
KO: Yeah, he showed a lot of promise, especially after preventing Conner from making a turn around on him and planting him with a Knee Breaker, and then slapping on a Single Leg Boston Crab...
The scene returns to the screen, and Yeoman has Conner's leg pulled back so far that the bottom of his foot is damn near touching his back. Conner cries out in pain, grabbing for the ref and the mat to try and end his suffering. Slowly but surely he claws his way towards the ropes, and manages to latch on causing the referee to force the break. Yeoman nods and pulls Conner to his feet only to hook the leg he had been working over and drag The Professional Asshole away from the ropes. Conner hops on one leg out to the center of the ring, and that's when Archer is taken completely by surprise as Conner leaps into an Enzuguri that catches him square in the back of the head. A shift back to the Othello's.
LO: I'm pretty sure that Yeoman was planning for a Dragon Leg Whip there, but Conner beat him to the punch...
KO: And then he beat him a little more, albeit in a hobbling fashion thanks to the damage received to his leg.
LO: True enough...Sebastian still managed to hit nasty DDT that got a two count out of Archer, but when he went for the Powerbomb afterwards...that's when his injured leg gave out, allowing Yeoman to pick up where he left off..
With Sebastian down in the center of the ring gripping his knee, Archer is quick to capitalize, still a little woozy after the DDT from before. He grabs Conner by the ankle, and quickly swings around the leg, falling back to put on a Figure Four Leglock! Conner comes alive in pain, shaking his head no to the ref while cursing the very air Archer breathes! He's held in the submission long enough for Yeoman to get a few near falls, the pain so great that it forces Sebastian's shoulders to the canvas. After a few more moments, Archer finds himself struggling to keep from being turned over by Conner, but in the end The Professional Asshole manages it, reversing the pressure onto Archer's legs. Back to The Othello's.
LO: Yeoman was quick to unhook himself from Conner, and then the damndest thing happened...
KO: NO...(hahaha)...seriously....(hehehe)....Watch this!
Yeoman pulls himself up to his feet, and he looks winded and hyper aware, full of adrenaline after the sudden pain in his legs. Conner is still lying on the canvas clutching his knee having been in the Figure Four for so long, and Archer decides it's time to pull another trick out of his sleeve. He eagerly hops up to the second rope, perhaps a little too eagerly, cause that's when it happens. His boots slip right off the middle rope, and instead of springboarding, he lands on his ass on the apron, and pitches off the side to the concrete floor below. Conner manages to look up, and a grin comes on his face despite the discomfort in his knee, and he starts pulling himself towards the bottom rope. Eventually he gets to the outside at the same time Archer is embarrassingly getting to his feet, and Conner blasts him from behind with a forearm smash. Back to the Othello's.
LO: A major rookie mistake by Archer cost him there, and it was obvious that as brilliant as he appeared on the mat, he may need to rethink those high risk maneuvers.
KO: No doubt...but here's the thing. He wasn't out of the fight yet. Conner worked him over on the outside, pausing to roll under the bottom rope to break the refs count, and then going right back to the beating...
LO: That is, until what might be the greatest run of luck we've personally ever seen...
The scene cuts back in with Yeoman being held up against the Steel Ring Post, and he looks more than out of it, fresh bruises adorning his body. Conner takes a few steps back and nods to a booing crowd just before rushing back at Archer for a Big Splash! The crowd erupts as Brahmin Bull manages to pitch himself out of the way, and Sebastian Conner rushes face first right into the steel. He slumps against the post to his knee's, leaving behind a trail of blood as the referee's count climbs. Archer, who himself had taken a beating on the outside, reaches for the ring apron just as the referee reaches eight. He looks over to Sebastian and grabs for him, but Conner falls back, revealing that he had been busted wide open. Realizing he wouldn't have any time, Archer shakes his head and then throws himself into the ring just as the referee reaches ten, and calls for the bell.
LO: And there you have it folks. Archer Yeoman with a count out victory over a bloodied Sebastian Conner!
KO: Goes to show you that experience doesn't always equal a win, but good god....that dude got lucky!
LO: Maybe so, but you could tell that Yeoman didn't want it to end that way...it was either that, or get counted out himself...
KO: Hey! A win is a win in my book, and hopefully this guy doesn't get too hung up on the small stuff.
LO: Yeah, but your book includes cheating and malicious intent...
KO: Uh......Yeah!
Laurence rolls his eyes and twirls his finger over his head to signal to cut anywhere other than here.
Winner of the Match via Count Out - Archer Yeoman
Tokyo Zombie exits a room and just before the door closes Kowloon and Siberia are shown inside getting ready for their match. Aokigahara rounds on him in the hall.
AOKIGAHARA ZOMBIE: So you are rousing up the troops now?
TOKYO ZOMBIE: I am merely checking up on them.
AOKIGAHARA ZOMBIE: And what are you really doing here? Huh? Do you think I am not up for it?
TOKYO ZOMBIE: I do not wish to impede on your progress. You have done well on your own. As for them, I will take a more direct approach from now on.
Aokigahara gets close to Tokyo right up in his face and talks to him in a hushed tone.
AOKIGAHARA ZOMBIE: You always interfere in my fun. Every time I go out and try to get things done you somehow show up out of the blue to change something or bestow that wisdom you are so proud of. Well just know that you have nothing to worry about here. I don’t need that right now. I want to show them that I can be trusted.
TOKYO ZOMBIE: Like you have done with Kimitsu?
Aokigahara steps back.
AOKIGAHARA ZOMBIE: That is different. You know how difficult she is.
Tokyo looks around.
TOKYO ZOMBIE: Where is Fukushima?
AOKIGAHARA ZOMBIE: What? She is… somewhere. Probably playing with a dead cat or something. She’s like a ghost. You know that.
Tokyo looks him over and he steps back more.
TOKYO ZOMBIE: Where is your title?
Aokigahara grins at this and waves his finger at Tokyo.
AOKIGAHARA ZOMBIE: I know what you are doing and it will not work. Only thing I ask is that you let them handle their own problems themselves. Tonight it is about them in there. They will be just fine without you reminding them what wrecks they were. You love that, don’t you? Let them be great even if it kills them.
TOKYO ZOMBIE: It seems I have come at just the right time…
He walks away before Aokigahara can get another word in and Aokigahara shakes his head before going into the room to see Kowloon and Siberia.
AOKIGAHARA ZOMBIE: So you are rousing up the troops now?
TOKYO ZOMBIE: I am merely checking up on them.
AOKIGAHARA ZOMBIE: And what are you really doing here? Huh? Do you think I am not up for it?
TOKYO ZOMBIE: I do not wish to impede on your progress. You have done well on your own. As for them, I will take a more direct approach from now on.
Aokigahara gets close to Tokyo right up in his face and talks to him in a hushed tone.
AOKIGAHARA ZOMBIE: You always interfere in my fun. Every time I go out and try to get things done you somehow show up out of the blue to change something or bestow that wisdom you are so proud of. Well just know that you have nothing to worry about here. I don’t need that right now. I want to show them that I can be trusted.
TOKYO ZOMBIE: Like you have done with Kimitsu?
Aokigahara steps back.
AOKIGAHARA ZOMBIE: That is different. You know how difficult she is.
Tokyo looks around.
TOKYO ZOMBIE: Where is Fukushima?
AOKIGAHARA ZOMBIE: What? She is… somewhere. Probably playing with a dead cat or something. She’s like a ghost. You know that.
Tokyo looks him over and he steps back more.
TOKYO ZOMBIE: Where is your title?
Aokigahara grins at this and waves his finger at Tokyo.
AOKIGAHARA ZOMBIE: I know what you are doing and it will not work. Only thing I ask is that you let them handle their own problems themselves. Tonight it is about them in there. They will be just fine without you reminding them what wrecks they were. You love that, don’t you? Let them be great even if it kills them.
TOKYO ZOMBIE: It seems I have come at just the right time…
He walks away before Aokigahara can get another word in and Aokigahara shakes his head before going into the room to see Kowloon and Siberia.
LO: WOW! THAT WAS TOKYO ZOMBIE!
KO: Don't be a fanboy, Laurence...
LO: Well excuse me if seeing one of the most powerful men in the industry on our programming gets me a little excited.
KO: Yeah, yeah, can we focus on the action? I mean, this is only an hour program...
LO: Fine! So Maurice Yensman.....a bit of a dick.
KO: Wait! You go goo-goo-ga-ga over Tokyo Zombie, but hate on Maurice Yensman?
LO: Come on, Ken! The guy came down to the ring with a lit cigarette and blew smoke in the faces of fans at ringside. That is considered assault in some countries...
KO: Yeah, the pussy ones.
LO: You remember that conversation we had at the top of the show about demonetization?
KO: Yeah?
LO: Well don't blame me.
KO: Whatever. Maurice, well, maybe he is an acquired taste, but I like him!
LO: Of course you do. You two probably speak the same language.
KO: Watch yourself, Laur. If you can't speak two languages you won't get very far in politics.
LO: What in the hell does that have to do with anything?
KO: If you don't see the correlation, I can't explain it. Anyways, so this one started off, like my colleague alluded to earlier, with a puff of smoke.
LO: Yeah, Yensman blew a puff of that foul cigarette smoke right in Miri's face, and it earned him a fist to the jaw.
KO: I'll admit, she didn't seem to take too kindly to him sharing his lung cancer with her, but that didn't give her the right to all of this....
With a push of the button the scene switches to action in the ring, Julie Miri blasting Maurice Yensman all the way back into the nearby corner. The fans roar as Julie opens up, eventually stepping up to the second rope where they count along as she drives right hands down into Yensman's skull. At ten she steps down and out of the way, and Maurice stumbles out in a stupor before doing a face bump in the center of the ring. Julie goes for a quick cover but only gets a one, and she pulls the man to his feet to shoot him off the ropes. Maurice returns only to take a Back Body Drop that sends him flipping over to crash against the mat. He's up quickly, however, and Julie meets him with hard rights that push him into the ropes yet again. She Irish Whips him for a second time, but on this exchange finds that he reverses it at the last second. Julie rebounds off the ropes and Maurice goes for a Back Body of his own, but Julie puts on the breaks and instead hooks him around the head for a Swinging Neck Breaker. To her surprise he spins right out of it, and when she finally comes to a stop he pulls her back in with a Leaping Knee Strike to the face!
LO: Messy, Eh?
KO: It wasn't that bad! Why are you so down on this guy?
LO: No, that's the name he gave that knee strike...
KO: Oh. I stand corrected...
LO: Julie kicked out at two, but from there Maurice worked her over with some ground and pound tactics until going one to many times to the well with a Knee Drop.
KO: Julie got out of the way, and from there it looked like Yensman may have tweaked that knee, giving Julie a big open target as she worked the limb and ended up in a Figure Four Leg Lock...
The scene resumes with Julie Miri swinging around Maurice's leg and dropping back into the Figure Four. Yensman comes alive in pain as he begs the woman off, but Julie will have none of it, yanking back with abandon as he nearly takes a pinfall from falling back in pain. After a few moments, Maurice finally digs in with his elbows and starts dragging himself and Julie towards the ropes. As much as she wants to keep him locked in, Miri see's the writing on the wall as Maurice manages to grasp the bottom rope, and she lets go quickly only to come up and start stomping away at his knee joint. Yensman cries out as he uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet, all the while his left leg being chopped back out from under him. Finally, Julie falls back and then thrusts herself low into a chop block that takes Maurice back down to the mat. She grabs him by the bum leg and drags him back to the center of the ring where she signals she's going to go for the leg lock once again.
KO: Now about right here is when things get good...
LO: If you say so. Folks, we'll harken back to the top of the program when we said you'd see this guy again, and sure enough...here he was to make good on his promise. What a prick!
KO: HEY!
Julie Miri is just about ready to complete the Figure Four when Cross Recoba suddenly appears on the ring apron, having jogged down the ramp from the back. She throws Yensman's legs down to the mat and moves to confront this new threat, but Recoba drops down off the ring apron, using his cane to strike the mat and signal for her to pay attention to the match. Confused, Julie turns back around just in time to walk into a Small Package from Yensman, allowing him to get the 1, 2, 3!
LO: Yeah....that was anticlimactic.
KO: See, you and Maurice have that in common. That's what all the women say about you.
LO: Shut up, Ken, and tell the fine audience what happened next...
KO: OK! You see, after the pin was made, Recoba slid into the ring with his cane and walloped Yensman just as he was getting up to thank him! Then as Julie Miri leaped back to her feet, he NAILED her too! God, it was great...
LO: You're a strange man, Brother-O-Mine! And he didn't stop there. He took liberties with both competitors until security finally made it down to the ring, but by then the damage was done, and Recoba was booking it out of the arena.
KO: They don't call him The Fox for nothing!
LO: They ought to call him the weasel for all the trouble he's caused this company...
KO: Isn't it bad enough that our General Manager has sentenced his girlfriend to a pink slip the minute they lose the Chimera Tag Team Championships?
LO: Sounds like justice to me, but whatever. Once Recoba was gone and security had cleared the ring, I'll be damned if Yensman didn't somehow end up with a cigarette back in his mouth when medical walked him to the back...
KO: That's a man's man, Laur.
LO: Riggghhhtttt.....
KO: Don't be a fanboy, Laurence...
LO: Well excuse me if seeing one of the most powerful men in the industry on our programming gets me a little excited.
KO: Yeah, yeah, can we focus on the action? I mean, this is only an hour program...
LO: Fine! So Maurice Yensman.....a bit of a dick.
KO: Wait! You go goo-goo-ga-ga over Tokyo Zombie, but hate on Maurice Yensman?
LO: Come on, Ken! The guy came down to the ring with a lit cigarette and blew smoke in the faces of fans at ringside. That is considered assault in some countries...
KO: Yeah, the pussy ones.
LO: You remember that conversation we had at the top of the show about demonetization?
KO: Yeah?
LO: Well don't blame me.
KO: Whatever. Maurice, well, maybe he is an acquired taste, but I like him!
LO: Of course you do. You two probably speak the same language.
KO: Watch yourself, Laur. If you can't speak two languages you won't get very far in politics.
LO: What in the hell does that have to do with anything?
KO: If you don't see the correlation, I can't explain it. Anyways, so this one started off, like my colleague alluded to earlier, with a puff of smoke.
LO: Yeah, Yensman blew a puff of that foul cigarette smoke right in Miri's face, and it earned him a fist to the jaw.
KO: I'll admit, she didn't seem to take too kindly to him sharing his lung cancer with her, but that didn't give her the right to all of this....
With a push of the button the scene switches to action in the ring, Julie Miri blasting Maurice Yensman all the way back into the nearby corner. The fans roar as Julie opens up, eventually stepping up to the second rope where they count along as she drives right hands down into Yensman's skull. At ten she steps down and out of the way, and Maurice stumbles out in a stupor before doing a face bump in the center of the ring. Julie goes for a quick cover but only gets a one, and she pulls the man to his feet to shoot him off the ropes. Maurice returns only to take a Back Body Drop that sends him flipping over to crash against the mat. He's up quickly, however, and Julie meets him with hard rights that push him into the ropes yet again. She Irish Whips him for a second time, but on this exchange finds that he reverses it at the last second. Julie rebounds off the ropes and Maurice goes for a Back Body of his own, but Julie puts on the breaks and instead hooks him around the head for a Swinging Neck Breaker. To her surprise he spins right out of it, and when she finally comes to a stop he pulls her back in with a Leaping Knee Strike to the face!
LO: Messy, Eh?
KO: It wasn't that bad! Why are you so down on this guy?
LO: No, that's the name he gave that knee strike...
KO: Oh. I stand corrected...
LO: Julie kicked out at two, but from there Maurice worked her over with some ground and pound tactics until going one to many times to the well with a Knee Drop.
KO: Julie got out of the way, and from there it looked like Yensman may have tweaked that knee, giving Julie a big open target as she worked the limb and ended up in a Figure Four Leg Lock...
The scene resumes with Julie Miri swinging around Maurice's leg and dropping back into the Figure Four. Yensman comes alive in pain as he begs the woman off, but Julie will have none of it, yanking back with abandon as he nearly takes a pinfall from falling back in pain. After a few moments, Maurice finally digs in with his elbows and starts dragging himself and Julie towards the ropes. As much as she wants to keep him locked in, Miri see's the writing on the wall as Maurice manages to grasp the bottom rope, and she lets go quickly only to come up and start stomping away at his knee joint. Yensman cries out as he uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet, all the while his left leg being chopped back out from under him. Finally, Julie falls back and then thrusts herself low into a chop block that takes Maurice back down to the mat. She grabs him by the bum leg and drags him back to the center of the ring where she signals she's going to go for the leg lock once again.
KO: Now about right here is when things get good...
LO: If you say so. Folks, we'll harken back to the top of the program when we said you'd see this guy again, and sure enough...here he was to make good on his promise. What a prick!
KO: HEY!
Julie Miri is just about ready to complete the Figure Four when Cross Recoba suddenly appears on the ring apron, having jogged down the ramp from the back. She throws Yensman's legs down to the mat and moves to confront this new threat, but Recoba drops down off the ring apron, using his cane to strike the mat and signal for her to pay attention to the match. Confused, Julie turns back around just in time to walk into a Small Package from Yensman, allowing him to get the 1, 2, 3!
LO: Yeah....that was anticlimactic.
KO: See, you and Maurice have that in common. That's what all the women say about you.
LO: Shut up, Ken, and tell the fine audience what happened next...
KO: OK! You see, after the pin was made, Recoba slid into the ring with his cane and walloped Yensman just as he was getting up to thank him! Then as Julie Miri leaped back to her feet, he NAILED her too! God, it was great...
LO: You're a strange man, Brother-O-Mine! And he didn't stop there. He took liberties with both competitors until security finally made it down to the ring, but by then the damage was done, and Recoba was booking it out of the arena.
KO: They don't call him The Fox for nothing!
LO: They ought to call him the weasel for all the trouble he's caused this company...
KO: Isn't it bad enough that our General Manager has sentenced his girlfriend to a pink slip the minute they lose the Chimera Tag Team Championships?
LO: Sounds like justice to me, but whatever. Once Recoba was gone and security had cleared the ring, I'll be damned if Yensman didn't somehow end up with a cigarette back in his mouth when medical walked him to the back...
KO: That's a man's man, Laur.
LO: Riggghhhtttt.....
Winner of the Match via Pinfall: Maurice Yensman
Shot of a man seated in repose in a hospital corridor looking contemplative. He investigates the package he holds in his hands.
HEARTFELT VOICEOVER: My daddy used to wake me up before the sun came up to come on down with him to his gym. Bob’s Gym. Named after my daddy. He said, ‘son, one day this’ll be yours.’
Shot of the kid being gently woken up in the dawn's early light by a warm and loving father. The kid walks beside his dad as his father ruffles his son’s hair.
HEARTFELT VOICEOVER: I loved that gym. Like I loved my dad. He always let me help him set up the ring.
Shots of the father and son setting up the wrestling ring. Setting up the ring boards. Pulling taut the ring canvas. Tightening ring ropes to just the right tension. Attaching the turnbuckles.
HEARTFELT VOICEOVER: The smell and feel of the canvas, the feel of the ropes when stretched to just the right tautness.
Shots of the son looking up to his father as they set up the ring. Warm smiles. Love. The father teaches his son drills, and how to roll and how to tuck his neck just right and how to fall and tumble. Shots back to the man, all grown up now waiting in a hospital corridor holding a package in his hands before him. He rubs his thumb along the wrapped present.
HEARTFELT VOICE: My daddy taught me everything. Everything there was to know about the wrestling business. He always told me: “son… remember the presidents of wrestling”
Shots of the kid blinking strangely at his father's words during the drills.
HEARTFELT VOICEOVER: I never understood my daddy, even through it all.
Now the son is a teenager still learning from his father. Shots of the son growing up as his father grows older, and slowly it becomes more difficult for the father to be as active in the ring.
HEARTFELT VOICEOVER: My daddy always said that. “Remember the Presidents of Wrestling”, and he meant it.
Shot back to the grown up with his head hanging in the hospital corridor.
HEARTFELT VOICEOVER: I never did become a wrestler. Just didn’t have it. I guess I ended up with my head too far into computers, and I guess, my daddy never appreciated his son being a nerd like that, but… I never forgot my daddy’s advice….
The son rises off his seat in the hospital corridor and enters the hospital room where his father is laid up in a hospital bed looking weak, sick, and hooked to machines. He smiles when he sees his son and his son moves to embrace him.
SON: Dad… I know I failed you when I didn’t become a wrestler.
The dad hides his disappointment as his son says so.
SON: But I never forgot your lessons, dad. Here…
The son offers the package to his father who looks at him with surprise, and excitement. Like his whole life’s ambitions to raise his son in his image has suddenly paid off. He excitedly opens the package and pulls out…
HEARTFELT VOICEOVER: My daddy used to wake me up before the sun came up to come on down with him to his gym. Bob’s Gym. Named after my daddy. He said, ‘son, one day this’ll be yours.’
Shot of the kid being gently woken up in the dawn's early light by a warm and loving father. The kid walks beside his dad as his father ruffles his son’s hair.
HEARTFELT VOICEOVER: I loved that gym. Like I loved my dad. He always let me help him set up the ring.
Shots of the father and son setting up the wrestling ring. Setting up the ring boards. Pulling taut the ring canvas. Tightening ring ropes to just the right tension. Attaching the turnbuckles.
HEARTFELT VOICEOVER: The smell and feel of the canvas, the feel of the ropes when stretched to just the right tautness.
Shots of the son looking up to his father as they set up the ring. Warm smiles. Love. The father teaches his son drills, and how to roll and how to tuck his neck just right and how to fall and tumble. Shots back to the man, all grown up now waiting in a hospital corridor holding a package in his hands before him. He rubs his thumb along the wrapped present.
HEARTFELT VOICE: My daddy taught me everything. Everything there was to know about the wrestling business. He always told me: “son… remember the presidents of wrestling”
Shots of the kid blinking strangely at his father's words during the drills.
HEARTFELT VOICEOVER: I never understood my daddy, even through it all.
Now the son is a teenager still learning from his father. Shots of the son growing up as his father grows older, and slowly it becomes more difficult for the father to be as active in the ring.
HEARTFELT VOICEOVER: My daddy always said that. “Remember the Presidents of Wrestling”, and he meant it.
Shot back to the grown up with his head hanging in the hospital corridor.
HEARTFELT VOICEOVER: I never did become a wrestler. Just didn’t have it. I guess I ended up with my head too far into computers, and I guess, my daddy never appreciated his son being a nerd like that, but… I never forgot my daddy’s advice….
The son rises off his seat in the hospital corridor and enters the hospital room where his father is laid up in a hospital bed looking weak, sick, and hooked to machines. He smiles when he sees his son and his son moves to embrace him.
SON: Dad… I know I failed you when I didn’t become a wrestler.
The dad hides his disappointment as his son says so.
SON: But I never forgot your lessons, dad. Here…
The son offers the package to his father who looks at him with surprise, and excitement. Like his whole life’s ambitions to raise his son in his image has suddenly paid off. He excitedly opens the package and pulls out…
SON: I did it, Dad. The Presidents of Wrestling. Just like you taught me! It took most of my life, but I made it. For you.
Slowly, his father’s smile turns to a frown, but he's too choked up to say anything.
FATHER: …?
His son blinks and shifts awkwardly where he stands.
SON: Are you proud of me, dad?
A beat of his father glaring at the video game case.
FATHER: I said the PRECEDENCE of Wrestling you idiot! PRECEDENCE. P-R-E-C-E-D-E-N-C-E. Cause it means the world to me! I wanted you to be a wrestler, not a game designer! What the hell is this?!
SON: Oh…
FATHER: What the hell. You never listened to a damned word I said, did you? Presidents of Wrestling?!
SON: It’s got Lyndon Johnson, though. And Jimmy Carter! And new DLC for Donald Trump. D-did you wanna play a few rounds?
The father looks up to his son from his hospital bed with utter disappointment and shakes his head.
A wicked awesome slide along an electric guitar breaks it up and kicks into amazing rocking guitar riffs and rock music!
WICKED AWESOME VOICEOVER: THAT’S RIGHT! THE PRESIDENTS OF WRESTLING ARE HERE! ENJOY: STORY MODE!
Supremely well rendered Computer Generated John F. Kennedy stalks the ring with a microphone in hand while at the top of the ramp an equally impressive CG Barrack Obama glares down at him.
COMPUTER GENERATED JOHN F. KENNEDY: BARRACK, er uh… since you seem to think you’re, er uh, bettah than me….
COMPUTER GENERATED BARRACK OBAMA: Now wait just a minute here, John, wait just a minute—
COMPUTER GENERATED JOHN F. KENNEDY: ER UH I’M NOT FINISHED! SINCE YOU WANT TO, ER UH, CHALLENGE MY PLACE IN HISTORY… TO GET TO ME… YOU’RE, ER UH, GONNA HAVE TO GO THROUGH…. TED KENNEDY!
Behind Barrack Obama Ted Kennedy breaks out from the back and slams a steel chair against Barrack Obama’s head!
COMMENTATOR: BARRACK OBAMA IS GIVING TEDDY KENNEDY THE BARRACK-O-BUSTER!!!!!! AND THE OBAMANATION IS GOING INSANE!!!
WICKED AWESOME VOICE OVER: GENERAL MANAGER MODE!
Kids are playing the game with over-the-top excitement.
KID 1: WHOOOAAAA! IKE EISENHOWER’S GOING TO IMPOSE A 10% TAX ON TAFT’S #1 CONTENDERSHIP!!
KID 2: NIXON STOLE THE BELT!
WICKED AWESOME VOICE OVER: Free Play Mode!
COMPUTER GENERATED ABRAHAM LINCOLN: Fourscore and I'm gonna BEAT YOUR ASS!
WICKED AWESOME VOICEOVER: That’s right! The Presidents of Wrestling is available now on PS4! Buy it now and get exclusive customizable costumes for your favorite presidents! THE PRESIDENTS OF WRESTLING! OWN IT NOW, and OWN history!!!!
Wicked awesome guitar fades!
Slowly, his father’s smile turns to a frown, but he's too choked up to say anything.
FATHER: …?
His son blinks and shifts awkwardly where he stands.
SON: Are you proud of me, dad?
A beat of his father glaring at the video game case.
FATHER: I said the PRECEDENCE of Wrestling you idiot! PRECEDENCE. P-R-E-C-E-D-E-N-C-E. Cause it means the world to me! I wanted you to be a wrestler, not a game designer! What the hell is this?!
SON: Oh…
FATHER: What the hell. You never listened to a damned word I said, did you? Presidents of Wrestling?!
SON: It’s got Lyndon Johnson, though. And Jimmy Carter! And new DLC for Donald Trump. D-did you wanna play a few rounds?
The father looks up to his son from his hospital bed with utter disappointment and shakes his head.
A wicked awesome slide along an electric guitar breaks it up and kicks into amazing rocking guitar riffs and rock music!
WICKED AWESOME VOICEOVER: THAT’S RIGHT! THE PRESIDENTS OF WRESTLING ARE HERE! ENJOY: STORY MODE!
Supremely well rendered Computer Generated John F. Kennedy stalks the ring with a microphone in hand while at the top of the ramp an equally impressive CG Barrack Obama glares down at him.
COMPUTER GENERATED JOHN F. KENNEDY: BARRACK, er uh… since you seem to think you’re, er uh, bettah than me….
COMPUTER GENERATED BARRACK OBAMA: Now wait just a minute here, John, wait just a minute—
COMPUTER GENERATED JOHN F. KENNEDY: ER UH I’M NOT FINISHED! SINCE YOU WANT TO, ER UH, CHALLENGE MY PLACE IN HISTORY… TO GET TO ME… YOU’RE, ER UH, GONNA HAVE TO GO THROUGH…. TED KENNEDY!
Behind Barrack Obama Ted Kennedy breaks out from the back and slams a steel chair against Barrack Obama’s head!
COMMENTATOR: BARRACK OBAMA IS GIVING TEDDY KENNEDY THE BARRACK-O-BUSTER!!!!!! AND THE OBAMANATION IS GOING INSANE!!!
WICKED AWESOME VOICE OVER: GENERAL MANAGER MODE!
Kids are playing the game with over-the-top excitement.
KID 1: WHOOOAAAA! IKE EISENHOWER’S GOING TO IMPOSE A 10% TAX ON TAFT’S #1 CONTENDERSHIP!!
KID 2: NIXON STOLE THE BELT!
WICKED AWESOME VOICE OVER: Free Play Mode!
COMPUTER GENERATED ABRAHAM LINCOLN: Fourscore and I'm gonna BEAT YOUR ASS!
WICKED AWESOME VOICEOVER: That’s right! The Presidents of Wrestling is available now on PS4! Buy it now and get exclusive customizable costumes for your favorite presidents! THE PRESIDENTS OF WRESTLING! OWN IT NOW, and OWN history!!!!
Wicked awesome guitar fades!
RATED E for EVERYONE.
PLAYSTATION.
PLAYSTATION.
LO: We've had some great Valor Pro Action featured on the program so far, but next up is our Main Event of the evening.
KO: Yeah, and let me just say....I don't think anyone could have anticipated what happened in this one!
LO: It was Brenna Gordon who would start this match off for her team against Siberia Zombie, and right from the start Gordon had trouble finding any traction.
KO: Yeah, The Siberian Buzzsaw was all over her, rights and fists and feet a flying!
LO: At one point she drove Brenna all the way back into a neutral corner, and really opened up, ending the flurry of blows with a Spinning Jump Kick that dropped Brenna to a seated position...
KO: Right, and check out what happens when Siberia Zombie gets you in a compromised position...
Ken pushes the button and the announce duo are replaced by action in the ring as Brenna Gordon clutches at her jaw while leaning against the bottom turnbuckle. Siberia takes several steps back, and with a warriors yell tears off in Gordon's direction, leaving her feet and driving her knees into Brenna's face like meteors. Brenna almost succumbs to a three count right there, but a quick in and out distraction by Berlin breaks up the pin. From there Siberia drags Brenna over to her corner, tagging in the hulking Kowloon who steps through the ropes to loom over the woman. As Siberia steps out, Kowloon immediately tags her back in, and Siberia makes her way to the top rope. Kowloon then lifts Gordon into a Side Slam position around the waist, leaving her dangling there for Siberia to leap from the top turnbuckle and drape her leg across her throat as Kowloon sits down. The impact is tremendous, and Kowloon quickly scoots while Siberia goes for a cover. Anderson leaps to the top rope and springboards halfway across the ring to plant boots in Siberia's side to knock her off his partner at just the last minute.
LO: Both teams showed their fair share of tag team excellence in this contest, but it seemed pretty one sided for awhile with the Zombie Clan tagging in and out frequently while Berlin ran interference to keep Gordon from losing the match.
KO: Yeah, the fans were hot for this one too. Damn near went electric when Gordon finally got out of the way of an incoming Kowloon who was looking to try and squish her in the corner!
The scene cuts back in just in time to see Kowloon strike nothing but turnbuckle and Brenna Gordon make the desperate leap towards her corner to tag in Berlin Anderson. The Perpetual Motion Machine enters the ring hot, running up Kowloon's thigh with a step up knee strike that finds his chin, and then a back flip that scores another chin shot with the top of his boot. Siberia rushes into the ring to stop some of this momentum, and Berlin leap frogs her approach and she runs headlong into her own partner, forcing him back into the corner. With both opponents tied up, Berlin rushes right at them, delivering a Falling Dropkick that crushes them into the turnbuckles. Siberia falls out and slides under the bottom rope as Kowloon stumbles out, and Berlin swings his legs around to hook Kowloon in the wheelbarrow position from the front, pushes off the mat with his hands and hooks Kowloon around the head for a Sit Out Bulldog that drives him face first into the mat. The cover that follows gets a two and a half, and the fans are hot for the high flying action.
LO: From there, Berlin would go to the top, but would get surprised by Kowloon when the big man rolled out of the way of his Spin and Tuck Moonsault.
KO: Yeah, and then Kowloon took control. Using power and strength to wear Berlin down to the point that we honestly thought it was over.
LO: I know at one point, Kowloon had Berlin up overhead with a Gorilla Press, and when he tossed the man to drop him to the mat, I'm pretty sure he got nearly twelve feet in the air!
KO: Yeah, it was impressive, and The Zombie Clan again used tag in and tag out tactics....but in the end it was Kowloon this time that really flubbed up.
LO: Yeah, that's one way of looking at it. Just watch!
Siberia Zombie has Berlin Anderson's arms pulled back behind him, and she encourages her partner to level their enemy with one final blow. Kowloon falls back into the ropes for some spring, and barrels back towards the pair, throwing his boot out to catch Berlin in the face with a Yakuza Kick. Instead, Berlin manages to pull one arm free, and drops to his knee's, using the trapped arm to yank Siberia into the oncoming boot. Siberia is rocked with enough force that it sends her tumbling up and over the top rope, much like that fateful moment in the Battle Royal at Rite of Kings. Kowloon seems completely stunned at this turn of events, and is taken even more by surprised when he turns into a springboard disaster kick from Anderson. Kowloon hits the mat like a ton of bricks, and Berlin wastes no time running right up the turnbuckles to perform a Corkscrew Senton that catches the big man flush in the chest. The Zombie can barely get the shoulder up before the three, and now it's Anderson's turn to work on some tag team tactics with his partner.
LO: Gordon and Anderson did a pretty good job of keeping Kowloon grounded, Berlin flying while Brenna applied submissions that targeted the Zombie's lower half.
KO: Yeah, and every time it looked like Siberia might get back on the apron, Gordon was sure to send her flying back down to the concrete floor.
LO: Yeah, but it was those little distractions that ultimately led to the mistake that ended the match.
Siberia gets back up in her corner for what seems like the upteenth time now, and Gordon spikes Kowloon's leg into the mat and turns in her direction. Brenna charges for The Siberian Buzzsaw and is taken completely by surprise when the Zombie hooks the top rope while rocking backwards, sending her foot up to catch Gordon right in the back of the head. Brenna falls back clutching her skull and into the waiting arms of Kowloon Zombie, who hooks her around the midsection like a German Suplex, but instead tosses her up so he can get his shoulders under her, and then falls back into an Electric Chair Drop! The fans come alive as Berlin begs for his partners tag, and just when it looks like he might get it, a bear like paw grabs her around the ankle and drags her back into The Zombie's corner. A quick tag to Siberia who scales to the top rope while Kowloon picks Brenna up in Powerbomb position. As Kowloon commits to the bomb, Siberia leaps off into a Dropkick that she turns into a Double Stomp as she rides Gordon all the way to the mat. Siberia drops for a cover, and just as Berlin leaps into the ring, he's cut off at the pass by Kowloon with a nasty looking clothesline that turns him inside out.
LO: Just like that, it was over.
KO: I mean, it's not like Berlin Anderson and Brenna Gordon did anything terrible out there....they just weren't as cohesive as The Zombie Clan.
LO: And rightfully so. I mean, this combination of The Clan were known as The Zombie Vice Squad for years, winning all manner of Tag Team accolades across several promotions.
KO: Right, and that's why what happened after the match was more shocking than the outcome of the match itself!
KO: Yeah, and let me just say....I don't think anyone could have anticipated what happened in this one!
LO: It was Brenna Gordon who would start this match off for her team against Siberia Zombie, and right from the start Gordon had trouble finding any traction.
KO: Yeah, The Siberian Buzzsaw was all over her, rights and fists and feet a flying!
LO: At one point she drove Brenna all the way back into a neutral corner, and really opened up, ending the flurry of blows with a Spinning Jump Kick that dropped Brenna to a seated position...
KO: Right, and check out what happens when Siberia Zombie gets you in a compromised position...
Ken pushes the button and the announce duo are replaced by action in the ring as Brenna Gordon clutches at her jaw while leaning against the bottom turnbuckle. Siberia takes several steps back, and with a warriors yell tears off in Gordon's direction, leaving her feet and driving her knees into Brenna's face like meteors. Brenna almost succumbs to a three count right there, but a quick in and out distraction by Berlin breaks up the pin. From there Siberia drags Brenna over to her corner, tagging in the hulking Kowloon who steps through the ropes to loom over the woman. As Siberia steps out, Kowloon immediately tags her back in, and Siberia makes her way to the top rope. Kowloon then lifts Gordon into a Side Slam position around the waist, leaving her dangling there for Siberia to leap from the top turnbuckle and drape her leg across her throat as Kowloon sits down. The impact is tremendous, and Kowloon quickly scoots while Siberia goes for a cover. Anderson leaps to the top rope and springboards halfway across the ring to plant boots in Siberia's side to knock her off his partner at just the last minute.
LO: Both teams showed their fair share of tag team excellence in this contest, but it seemed pretty one sided for awhile with the Zombie Clan tagging in and out frequently while Berlin ran interference to keep Gordon from losing the match.
KO: Yeah, the fans were hot for this one too. Damn near went electric when Gordon finally got out of the way of an incoming Kowloon who was looking to try and squish her in the corner!
The scene cuts back in just in time to see Kowloon strike nothing but turnbuckle and Brenna Gordon make the desperate leap towards her corner to tag in Berlin Anderson. The Perpetual Motion Machine enters the ring hot, running up Kowloon's thigh with a step up knee strike that finds his chin, and then a back flip that scores another chin shot with the top of his boot. Siberia rushes into the ring to stop some of this momentum, and Berlin leap frogs her approach and she runs headlong into her own partner, forcing him back into the corner. With both opponents tied up, Berlin rushes right at them, delivering a Falling Dropkick that crushes them into the turnbuckles. Siberia falls out and slides under the bottom rope as Kowloon stumbles out, and Berlin swings his legs around to hook Kowloon in the wheelbarrow position from the front, pushes off the mat with his hands and hooks Kowloon around the head for a Sit Out Bulldog that drives him face first into the mat. The cover that follows gets a two and a half, and the fans are hot for the high flying action.
LO: From there, Berlin would go to the top, but would get surprised by Kowloon when the big man rolled out of the way of his Spin and Tuck Moonsault.
KO: Yeah, and then Kowloon took control. Using power and strength to wear Berlin down to the point that we honestly thought it was over.
LO: I know at one point, Kowloon had Berlin up overhead with a Gorilla Press, and when he tossed the man to drop him to the mat, I'm pretty sure he got nearly twelve feet in the air!
KO: Yeah, it was impressive, and The Zombie Clan again used tag in and tag out tactics....but in the end it was Kowloon this time that really flubbed up.
LO: Yeah, that's one way of looking at it. Just watch!
Siberia Zombie has Berlin Anderson's arms pulled back behind him, and she encourages her partner to level their enemy with one final blow. Kowloon falls back into the ropes for some spring, and barrels back towards the pair, throwing his boot out to catch Berlin in the face with a Yakuza Kick. Instead, Berlin manages to pull one arm free, and drops to his knee's, using the trapped arm to yank Siberia into the oncoming boot. Siberia is rocked with enough force that it sends her tumbling up and over the top rope, much like that fateful moment in the Battle Royal at Rite of Kings. Kowloon seems completely stunned at this turn of events, and is taken even more by surprised when he turns into a springboard disaster kick from Anderson. Kowloon hits the mat like a ton of bricks, and Berlin wastes no time running right up the turnbuckles to perform a Corkscrew Senton that catches the big man flush in the chest. The Zombie can barely get the shoulder up before the three, and now it's Anderson's turn to work on some tag team tactics with his partner.
LO: Gordon and Anderson did a pretty good job of keeping Kowloon grounded, Berlin flying while Brenna applied submissions that targeted the Zombie's lower half.
KO: Yeah, and every time it looked like Siberia might get back on the apron, Gordon was sure to send her flying back down to the concrete floor.
LO: Yeah, but it was those little distractions that ultimately led to the mistake that ended the match.
Siberia gets back up in her corner for what seems like the upteenth time now, and Gordon spikes Kowloon's leg into the mat and turns in her direction. Brenna charges for The Siberian Buzzsaw and is taken completely by surprise when the Zombie hooks the top rope while rocking backwards, sending her foot up to catch Gordon right in the back of the head. Brenna falls back clutching her skull and into the waiting arms of Kowloon Zombie, who hooks her around the midsection like a German Suplex, but instead tosses her up so he can get his shoulders under her, and then falls back into an Electric Chair Drop! The fans come alive as Berlin begs for his partners tag, and just when it looks like he might get it, a bear like paw grabs her around the ankle and drags her back into The Zombie's corner. A quick tag to Siberia who scales to the top rope while Kowloon picks Brenna up in Powerbomb position. As Kowloon commits to the bomb, Siberia leaps off into a Dropkick that she turns into a Double Stomp as she rides Gordon all the way to the mat. Siberia drops for a cover, and just as Berlin leaps into the ring, he's cut off at the pass by Kowloon with a nasty looking clothesline that turns him inside out.
LO: Just like that, it was over.
KO: I mean, it's not like Berlin Anderson and Brenna Gordon did anything terrible out there....they just weren't as cohesive as The Zombie Clan.
LO: And rightfully so. I mean, this combination of The Clan were known as The Zombie Vice Squad for years, winning all manner of Tag Team accolades across several promotions.
KO: Right, and that's why what happened after the match was more shocking than the outcome of the match itself!
Winners of the Match via Pinfall: THE ZOMBIE CLAN
Back in the production truck, leaning against a production console sharing an expression of proud accomplishment is The Othello Brothers, Laurence and Kenneth, both still wearing their headsets
LO: And that, folks, is the end of Flipping the Script.
KO: Such as it is.
LO: What do you mean?
KO: I just feel like we ended this night without a hitch, you know?
LO: What’s wrong with that, brother of mine?
KO: Nothing’s wrong with it, I just wonder if it would be a Valor Pro show without some sort of a--
Laurence holds his headset earpiece closer to his head and swiftly interrupts his brother.
LO: Oh hold on. I’m getting word that something is happening backstage.
KO: Yes. See? Perfect.
LO: And that, folks, is the end of Flipping the Script.
KO: Such as it is.
LO: What do you mean?
KO: I just feel like we ended this night without a hitch, you know?
LO: What’s wrong with that, brother of mine?
KO: Nothing’s wrong with it, I just wonder if it would be a Valor Pro show without some sort of a--
Laurence holds his headset earpiece closer to his head and swiftly interrupts his brother.
LO: Oh hold on. I’m getting word that something is happening backstage.
KO: Yes. See? Perfect.
Steadicam head-on shot of Berlin Anderson and Brenna Gordon walking side by side looking tired after their match. The camera backs up to keep them in frame. Berlin gives an encouraging glance to a disappointed Brenna Gordon.
The frame backs up to reveal a clean over the shoulder of a woman standing in front of them, halting them to a full stop.
Berlin Anderson: Vanessa Byrne?
Indeed it is. The camera orients to fit both Byrne and Berlin and Brenna in the frame. Vanessa looks cross, but when does she not?
Vanessa Byrne: You know--
She rests her closed fists on her hips and looks thoughtful.
Vanessa Byrne: It occurred to me that since signing you both, with generous bonuses and performance incentives, I might add, that we’ve not spoken.
Berlin and BRenna’s expression lightens from the initial concern of having an impromptu, and indeed unexpected run-in with Vanessa.
Brenna Gordon: That’s awfully nice of--
Vanessa Byrne: I’m not done talking.
She cuts Brenna off sharply like a white hot knife through butter. There’s a crisp chill in her tone.
Vanessa Byrne: Speaking of performance incentives, you both haven’t exactly performed admirably in a Valor ring, have you?
Berlin Anderson: Look, this business isn’t exactly easy. Everyone drops a couple--
Vanessa Byrne: You’re absolutely right. It’s not a forgiving business. That’s why I’m here to spare you any further grief. You’re fired.
Both Brenna and Berlin are stunned. Speechless even. Vanessa looks positively exhilarated.
Berlin Anderson: You’re firing us?
Vanessa Byrne: I’m on a roll, the way I see it. First Spiral. Soon Jennings. Now you.
She looks him over like she were sizing him up.
Vanessa Byrne: Maybe you can stay. You’ve won a match or two. But I’m not keeping around loafers. You’re terminated, Ms. Gordon.
She doesn’t wait for a reply. She turns on her toes and off she goes looking smug and satisfied leaving Berlin and Brenna to look at one another like a tornado just hit them.
The frame backs up to reveal a clean over the shoulder of a woman standing in front of them, halting them to a full stop.
Berlin Anderson: Vanessa Byrne?
Indeed it is. The camera orients to fit both Byrne and Berlin and Brenna in the frame. Vanessa looks cross, but when does she not?
Vanessa Byrne: You know--
She rests her closed fists on her hips and looks thoughtful.
Vanessa Byrne: It occurred to me that since signing you both, with generous bonuses and performance incentives, I might add, that we’ve not spoken.
Berlin and BRenna’s expression lightens from the initial concern of having an impromptu, and indeed unexpected run-in with Vanessa.
Brenna Gordon: That’s awfully nice of--
Vanessa Byrne: I’m not done talking.
She cuts Brenna off sharply like a white hot knife through butter. There’s a crisp chill in her tone.
Vanessa Byrne: Speaking of performance incentives, you both haven’t exactly performed admirably in a Valor ring, have you?
Berlin Anderson: Look, this business isn’t exactly easy. Everyone drops a couple--
Vanessa Byrne: You’re absolutely right. It’s not a forgiving business. That’s why I’m here to spare you any further grief. You’re fired.
Both Brenna and Berlin are stunned. Speechless even. Vanessa looks positively exhilarated.
Berlin Anderson: You’re firing us?
Vanessa Byrne: I’m on a roll, the way I see it. First Spiral. Soon Jennings. Now you.
She looks him over like she were sizing him up.
Vanessa Byrne: Maybe you can stay. You’ve won a match or two. But I’m not keeping around loafers. You’re terminated, Ms. Gordon.
She doesn’t wait for a reply. She turns on her toes and off she goes looking smug and satisfied leaving Berlin and Brenna to look at one another like a tornado just hit them.