Flipping The Script: Episode#2 Streaming On YouTube!
Jun 30, 2019 12:53:27 GMT -5
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Saturday, July 13th, 2019
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The scene shifts to inside the Flipping The Script production truck where Laurence and Kenneth Othello sit in fancy office chairs with their fingers hovering over a large red button. As if noticing the cameras were there for the first time, the two men relax and lean back in their chairs, Kenneth adjusting his tie while Laurence sticks a pencil behind his ear.
LAURENCE OTHELLO: Welcome everyone to the second episode of Flipping The Script. I am Laurence Othello...
KENNETH OTHELLO: And I am Kenneth Othello, and together we are...
TOGETHER: THE OTHELLO BROTHERS!
LO: We've got a great show lined up to review with you tonight, but first just let me take the time to thank all of the fans who have liked, subscribed, and hit those notification bell icons to get all of the latest Valor Pro action!
KO: No doubt, did you see....we're only one show returned, and we already have 4.5 Million subscribers. That's got to be some sort of You Tube record!
LO: Despite that, Ken, it appears that some of our Valor Pro superstars believe that this is the lesser card to feature on. While Blitz may be a live streaming broadcast on Battleground Network and HOTV, I can assure you the action on Flipping The Script is just as important.
KO: Yeah, and the biggest delineation between the two is that Blitz is totally a VPW production, Flipping The Script is our show. We choose what gets featured here and what doesn't. We're the analysts after all...
LO: And if you don't want to be featured on 'OUR' show, then we've got two words for you...
KO: FUC...
LO: WHOA, KEN! Remember....demonetization...
KO: Right.....well, imagine if you will, a four letter word that starts with 'F', followed by a three letter word that starts with 'Y'. Make it all caps, and throw in a few exclamations after to boot. Was....was that PC enough for YouTube?
LO: I sure as hell hope so, as we are going to make a bucket load of cash with the event we have in store for you tonight!
KO: No doubt....we've got one half of the Chimera Tag Team Champions in Dakota Jennings taking on Jack Dempsey.
LO: Dempsey into this after a crushing loss at the hands of the UnYielding Champion, Danny Rizzo, while Jennings licks her wounds after being taken down by NSFW's Mike McGuire.
KO: Both of these superstars need the 'W', so that means the violence will probably be through the roof considering the two in the ring.
LO: Before that we have a Fatal Fourway match between newcomer Raven Williams, The Conglomerate's Julie Miri, Maurice Yensman, and David Scott.
KO: That David Scott has been really confident since arriving in Valor Pro, and with good reason. Man is a pro. If he can find what took him to the top the first go around, he could be a real show stealer here in VPW.
LO: Yeah, but Maurice Yensman has been impressive as well, having already bested Julie Miri in singles competition. It should be interesting to see how the New Yorker fares considering he performed so well during the Rite of Kings Battle Royal.
KO: And in our Opening Bout, we've got Berlin Anderson taking on, not one, but TWO opponents in a handicap match!
LO: That's right. General Manager, Vanessa Byrne, fired Berlin's tag partner and girlfriend, Brenna Gordon, last show, and then put Berlin on notice that he was going to have to prove himself by starting completely over.
KO: Ever since then he's been thrust to the bottom of the card, and to top it off put up against nothing but Enhancement Talent.
LO: I don't know about you, Ken, but I see this as a waste of this man's talents. Just because Berlin lost a few matches doesn't mean that he should be lambasted back to the bottom of the roster.
KO: I tend to agree, Laur, but what are you going to do? I guess the lesson of the day is, "Don't cross the Boss"!
LO: Indeed, but that's enough of an intro, let's get this show on the road.
KO: Sounds good to me...lets get to it.
LAURENCE OTHELLO: Welcome everyone to the second episode of Flipping The Script. I am Laurence Othello...
KENNETH OTHELLO: And I am Kenneth Othello, and together we are...
TOGETHER: THE OTHELLO BROTHERS!
LO: We've got a great show lined up to review with you tonight, but first just let me take the time to thank all of the fans who have liked, subscribed, and hit those notification bell icons to get all of the latest Valor Pro action!
KO: No doubt, did you see....we're only one show returned, and we already have 4.5 Million subscribers. That's got to be some sort of You Tube record!
LO: Despite that, Ken, it appears that some of our Valor Pro superstars believe that this is the lesser card to feature on. While Blitz may be a live streaming broadcast on Battleground Network and HOTV, I can assure you the action on Flipping The Script is just as important.
KO: Yeah, and the biggest delineation between the two is that Blitz is totally a VPW production, Flipping The Script is our show. We choose what gets featured here and what doesn't. We're the analysts after all...
LO: And if you don't want to be featured on 'OUR' show, then we've got two words for you...
KO: FUC...
LO: WHOA, KEN! Remember....demonetization...
KO: Right.....well, imagine if you will, a four letter word that starts with 'F', followed by a three letter word that starts with 'Y'. Make it all caps, and throw in a few exclamations after to boot. Was....was that PC enough for YouTube?
LO: I sure as hell hope so, as we are going to make a bucket load of cash with the event we have in store for you tonight!
KO: No doubt....we've got one half of the Chimera Tag Team Champions in Dakota Jennings taking on Jack Dempsey.
LO: Dempsey into this after a crushing loss at the hands of the UnYielding Champion, Danny Rizzo, while Jennings licks her wounds after being taken down by NSFW's Mike McGuire.
KO: Both of these superstars need the 'W', so that means the violence will probably be through the roof considering the two in the ring.
LO: Before that we have a Fatal Fourway match between newcomer Raven Williams, The Conglomerate's Julie Miri, Maurice Yensman, and David Scott.
KO: That David Scott has been really confident since arriving in Valor Pro, and with good reason. Man is a pro. If he can find what took him to the top the first go around, he could be a real show stealer here in VPW.
LO: Yeah, but Maurice Yensman has been impressive as well, having already bested Julie Miri in singles competition. It should be interesting to see how the New Yorker fares considering he performed so well during the Rite of Kings Battle Royal.
KO: And in our Opening Bout, we've got Berlin Anderson taking on, not one, but TWO opponents in a handicap match!
LO: That's right. General Manager, Vanessa Byrne, fired Berlin's tag partner and girlfriend, Brenna Gordon, last show, and then put Berlin on notice that he was going to have to prove himself by starting completely over.
KO: Ever since then he's been thrust to the bottom of the card, and to top it off put up against nothing but Enhancement Talent.
LO: I don't know about you, Ken, but I see this as a waste of this man's talents. Just because Berlin lost a few matches doesn't mean that he should be lambasted back to the bottom of the roster.
KO: I tend to agree, Laur, but what are you going to do? I guess the lesson of the day is, "Don't cross the Boss"!
LO: Indeed, but that's enough of an intro, let's get this show on the road.
KO: Sounds good to me...lets get to it.
LO: We turn our attention, first, to Berlin Anderson in a handicap match, taking on Francis Ford Cuppola’s French Mime Assassins.
KO: Wouldn’t that be Francis Ford Cuppola presents The French Mime Assassins?
LO: I’m not even sure he knows what year it is. Berlin Anderson, on the other hand, knows full and well that his days here in Valor Pro Wrestling have been numbered courtesy of Ms. Byrne--
KO: She hasn’t threatened him with anything other than a performance incentive, Laur.
LO: After last Flipping the Script, Berlin Anderson’s tag team partner, Brenna Gordon, was fired, leaving Anderson with an uncertain future here in Valor Pro. Further punishment seems to be facing off on the undercard of Flipping the Script against--
KO: Losers.
LO: I wouldn’t call them losers.
KO: I would.
LO: Fair enough. But these so-called losers began this match showing Berlin Anderson and everyone in attendance that these French Mimes certainly know how to wrestle.
Shot of impressive double team tactics courtesy of the female French Mime. Comme Ci, or perhaps it’s Comme Ca, stands in the corner tying Berlin up with a full nelson while the other mime slams the hapless Berlin with gut shots while Francis and Rodney patrol the outside.
LO: It was kind of nice to see Francis Ford Cuppola at ringside with a smile on his face. He seems to be regaining some of his youthful exuberance since it was reported another of his television show pitches got rejected.
KO: It was dumb anyway.
A shot of some furious backhanded chops from one of the mimes to stun Berlin while the other mime climbs to the top rope to vault off and deliver a brutal hurricanrana to Berlin.
LO: The Mimes really went to work on Berlin, capitalizing on their numerical advantage, and it really was a bleak situation for Berlin to be caught in.
A hammerlock on Berlin while the other Mime rams swift kicks to his shoulder.
KO: I do concede that the mimes aren’t exactly an orthodox tag-team, they can certainly get the job done when the time comes. They push down the gas pedal the second the bell ring and let Berlin have everything in their arsenal.
A shot of Comme Ci sending Berlin off the ropes and slamming him t the canvas with a thrusting knee strike. She covers for a delayed two count.
LO: Almost a three. A lot of nearfalls. Berlin was winded and having a tough time mounting a comeback, stymied at every turn by two French Mimes eager to pull out a victory.
KO: But, I mean, a man like Berlin Anderson is difficult to pin down entirely. And Vanessa Byrne had to know that when this man steps to the plate, he delivers.
Another shot of Berlin being irish whipped into the corner where a waiting Comme Ca is to capitalize with soem dirty tactics, only Berlin surprises with a sudden rope walk, coupled with a swift kick to the jaw that sends the mime sprawling off the apron to the outside, then follows it up with a vicious kick that sends the mime toppling.
LO: Berlin Anderson managed to turn this thing around at about the 6 minute mark.
KO: He’s too versatile. His offence is difficult to prepare for.
A shot of Berlin landing an intense frogsplash onto both unsuspecting French Mimes on the outside while Cuppola looks aghast!
LO: Berlin may be one of the few men who could have managed to outclass the mimes tonight. They weren’t easy to put down.
A shot of Berlin going for the cover only for Comme Ci to drag him off her partner and knock him into next week with a surprise spinebuster that no one saw coming.
KO: Surprise strength from a woman you’d think was just a mime, eh Laur?
LO: Yeah, and I can see you getting ideas. I’ve heard that the new French Mime Assassins are dating the old French Mime Assassins.
KO: While Berlin looks to find his footing once more on hostile territory. His career hanging in the balance, Berlin turned this match into an easy 3 and a half star performance when he made the last minute into somethin worthy of any highlight reel with a parafuso kick that came off an impressive roll across the back of one of the French Mimes into the other, knocking her clear out of the ring.
LO: By the time the other mime could recalibrate, Berlin had already locked her into a poisonrana and put her down for a blink and you miss it 3 count to put Berlin Anderson back on track.
KO: Yes, but, with Vanessa Byrne on a seeming rampage of late, headhunting for people’s jobs, we’re positive that Berlin’s not anywhere near close to being out of the doghouse, yet.
LO: Not yet. But, cream tends to rise to the top.
KO: We shall see!
KO: Wouldn’t that be Francis Ford Cuppola presents The French Mime Assassins?
LO: I’m not even sure he knows what year it is. Berlin Anderson, on the other hand, knows full and well that his days here in Valor Pro Wrestling have been numbered courtesy of Ms. Byrne--
KO: She hasn’t threatened him with anything other than a performance incentive, Laur.
LO: After last Flipping the Script, Berlin Anderson’s tag team partner, Brenna Gordon, was fired, leaving Anderson with an uncertain future here in Valor Pro. Further punishment seems to be facing off on the undercard of Flipping the Script against--
KO: Losers.
LO: I wouldn’t call them losers.
KO: I would.
LO: Fair enough. But these so-called losers began this match showing Berlin Anderson and everyone in attendance that these French Mimes certainly know how to wrestle.
Shot of impressive double team tactics courtesy of the female French Mime. Comme Ci, or perhaps it’s Comme Ca, stands in the corner tying Berlin up with a full nelson while the other mime slams the hapless Berlin with gut shots while Francis and Rodney patrol the outside.
LO: It was kind of nice to see Francis Ford Cuppola at ringside with a smile on his face. He seems to be regaining some of his youthful exuberance since it was reported another of his television show pitches got rejected.
KO: It was dumb anyway.
A shot of some furious backhanded chops from one of the mimes to stun Berlin while the other mime climbs to the top rope to vault off and deliver a brutal hurricanrana to Berlin.
LO: The Mimes really went to work on Berlin, capitalizing on their numerical advantage, and it really was a bleak situation for Berlin to be caught in.
A hammerlock on Berlin while the other Mime rams swift kicks to his shoulder.
KO: I do concede that the mimes aren’t exactly an orthodox tag-team, they can certainly get the job done when the time comes. They push down the gas pedal the second the bell ring and let Berlin have everything in their arsenal.
A shot of Comme Ci sending Berlin off the ropes and slamming him t the canvas with a thrusting knee strike. She covers for a delayed two count.
LO: Almost a three. A lot of nearfalls. Berlin was winded and having a tough time mounting a comeback, stymied at every turn by two French Mimes eager to pull out a victory.
KO: But, I mean, a man like Berlin Anderson is difficult to pin down entirely. And Vanessa Byrne had to know that when this man steps to the plate, he delivers.
Another shot of Berlin being irish whipped into the corner where a waiting Comme Ca is to capitalize with soem dirty tactics, only Berlin surprises with a sudden rope walk, coupled with a swift kick to the jaw that sends the mime sprawling off the apron to the outside, then follows it up with a vicious kick that sends the mime toppling.
LO: Berlin Anderson managed to turn this thing around at about the 6 minute mark.
KO: He’s too versatile. His offence is difficult to prepare for.
A shot of Berlin landing an intense frogsplash onto both unsuspecting French Mimes on the outside while Cuppola looks aghast!
LO: Berlin may be one of the few men who could have managed to outclass the mimes tonight. They weren’t easy to put down.
A shot of Berlin going for the cover only for Comme Ci to drag him off her partner and knock him into next week with a surprise spinebuster that no one saw coming.
KO: Surprise strength from a woman you’d think was just a mime, eh Laur?
LO: Yeah, and I can see you getting ideas. I’ve heard that the new French Mime Assassins are dating the old French Mime Assassins.
KO: While Berlin looks to find his footing once more on hostile territory. His career hanging in the balance, Berlin turned this match into an easy 3 and a half star performance when he made the last minute into somethin worthy of any highlight reel with a parafuso kick that came off an impressive roll across the back of one of the French Mimes into the other, knocking her clear out of the ring.
LO: By the time the other mime could recalibrate, Berlin had already locked her into a poisonrana and put her down for a blink and you miss it 3 count to put Berlin Anderson back on track.
KO: Yes, but, with Vanessa Byrne on a seeming rampage of late, headhunting for people’s jobs, we’re positive that Berlin’s not anywhere near close to being out of the doghouse, yet.
LO: Not yet. But, cream tends to rise to the top.
KO: We shall see!
As the scene fades out from the announce team, VPW cameras opened in the backstage area, specifically the locker rooms, where David Scott can be seen preparing for his match. From out in the arena, scattered cheers rise for the “Battle Born”, only to be met by an equally vehement hatred. If the man himself can hear any of it, he doesn’t react, simply finishing the last of his laces before pushing to his feet. Much like he had in his lone address before the show, Scott’s demeanor is quiet. There are no intense stares, no colorful words for the camera. If anything, he’s shown little interest in interacting with the production team just yet. It isn’t until a throat is audibly cleared from out of frame that Scott even looks up and into the camera lens.
SCOTT: People think debuts are what make you. I’ve never really understood why. It’s easy for someone to come in fresh as a daisy and put on a show. It happens every year, just pick your sport. The NFL, NBA, MLB, whichever. Every time a new franchise pops up, they run rampant and people freak out, thinking it must mean they’re unbeatable. Then they play the defending champs and get their asses handed to them.
Bringing his arms to a fold across his chest, Scott glances to the floor, lost in his own thoughts a moment before bringing his gaze back up again.
SCOTT: What happened two weeks ago, much as I’d love to say otherwise, doesn’t mean anything. In fact, it only proves what I just said. Both Montgomery and I were, technically, debuting for VPW. But while that was her first match, I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve stepped through that curtain. There’s nothing shiny and new about me. Because of that, I don’t get to ride some wave of momentum into the fatal four way. I don’t get to come bouncing down the ramp amped up and ready to rock. I might have picked up a few cheers last time out. I might have earned a few looks from the higher-ups, but only in passing. Only as far as being content knowing they hadn’t wasted their money on me. Yet. Debuts don’t make or break someone. It’s what happens after. Every match. Every television appearance. Every word they dare speak aloud on paid airtime. That’s what makes someone. That’s why tonight is, arguably, one of the biggest matches in my recent career. Is it for a major championship? No. Is it going to net me a million-dollar payday? Not likely. Will it cement my name in the hearts and minds of the crowd? Psh. On paper and at a glance, there’s nothing special about this match. Just another slot on the undercard. But it’s the potential that’s priceless. Four names, only one of which means a damn thing to the VPW universe. The rest of us are outcasts. Invaders, looking to sneak in any way we can. And it’s all up to little Ms. Miri to keep us out.
Little by little, Scott’s voice takes on a harder edge as he speaks, matching the faint burn sparking in his eyes. By the end of the last sentence, his breathing has grown heavier, muscles tightening under his skin.
SCOTT: I’ve said more than my piece about this match and what it means to me, but for those who either weren’t paying attention, or just didn’t care to listen, I’ll say it again – EVERYTHING. Twenty years of failure and embarrassment. Twenty years of betrayal, all to get where I thought I deserved to be. And I got there.
Pain momentarily cut through the emerald gleam in the man’s eyes, as a smirk ticked at the corner of his mouth.
SCOTT: Oh, I got there, alright. But as they say, it’s lonely at the top. So much as I’ve been beating my chest about earning my place on Blitz, there’s more than that at stake. Blitz is just the first step. The key to it all, but there’s no point in even turning my eye that way if I don’t get through tonight. I meant every word I said about my opponents. Maurice is a brainless moron who just happens to be the luckiest son of a bitch alive when it comes to picking up wins. Miri is the veteran. She’s bled for VPW, and loyalty is one hell of a motivator. Almost as powerful as pride. Maybe even more so. And even more important, like me, she’s got something to prove. Not just with Maurice, but with the fans. Miri’s a monster on the mat. She deserves more praise than she gets, and a win tonight over someone like me? Not to sound arrogant, but that’s bound to earn her more than a passing glance next time title talks come up. Then there’s the self-proclaimed Empress. Raven Williams. I don’t know jack-shit about her. And that’s what worries me. On paper, she’s greener than Montgomery was. Sure, she’s been training longer, but at least Millie’d seen her share of competition in the Olympics. Williams? Big old goose egg when it comes to researchable tape.
Lifting a hand, Scott formed a zero with his fingers to emphasize the point, then shifted to a pointed finger.
SCOTT: I don’t have Maurice’s luck. I don’t have Miri’s skill. I don’t have Williams’ mystery. I’m an open book. All my skeletons, all my demons came spilling out of that closet when they had to pump my gut and my name wound up splattered across more headlines than I could count. For all my experience, and all the gold on my shelves, I’m coming into this match with absolutely nothing. No momentum, no reputation, nothing. But that’s what’s going to make me dangerous. Maurice, Miri, Williams, they’ve all got entire careers ahead of them. Probably successful ones save for Yensman. I’m already past my time, and I’m man enough to admit it. What I’m not is man enough to do is lay down and accept it. I’ve got too much to make up for. Too much to answer for. And tonight, I’m going to start it off right. I’m going to walk out to that ring, look every one of them in the eye, and then I’m going to proceed beating them all down into the dirt.
Leaning forward, Scott jabbed his finger against the lens, causing a dull thunk of contact.
SCOTT: Knuckle Up.
Pulling away, he shifted and stepped past the camera, moving out of frame as the scene faded to black.
SCOTT: People think debuts are what make you. I’ve never really understood why. It’s easy for someone to come in fresh as a daisy and put on a show. It happens every year, just pick your sport. The NFL, NBA, MLB, whichever. Every time a new franchise pops up, they run rampant and people freak out, thinking it must mean they’re unbeatable. Then they play the defending champs and get their asses handed to them.
Bringing his arms to a fold across his chest, Scott glances to the floor, lost in his own thoughts a moment before bringing his gaze back up again.
SCOTT: What happened two weeks ago, much as I’d love to say otherwise, doesn’t mean anything. In fact, it only proves what I just said. Both Montgomery and I were, technically, debuting for VPW. But while that was her first match, I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve stepped through that curtain. There’s nothing shiny and new about me. Because of that, I don’t get to ride some wave of momentum into the fatal four way. I don’t get to come bouncing down the ramp amped up and ready to rock. I might have picked up a few cheers last time out. I might have earned a few looks from the higher-ups, but only in passing. Only as far as being content knowing they hadn’t wasted their money on me. Yet. Debuts don’t make or break someone. It’s what happens after. Every match. Every television appearance. Every word they dare speak aloud on paid airtime. That’s what makes someone. That’s why tonight is, arguably, one of the biggest matches in my recent career. Is it for a major championship? No. Is it going to net me a million-dollar payday? Not likely. Will it cement my name in the hearts and minds of the crowd? Psh. On paper and at a glance, there’s nothing special about this match. Just another slot on the undercard. But it’s the potential that’s priceless. Four names, only one of which means a damn thing to the VPW universe. The rest of us are outcasts. Invaders, looking to sneak in any way we can. And it’s all up to little Ms. Miri to keep us out.
Little by little, Scott’s voice takes on a harder edge as he speaks, matching the faint burn sparking in his eyes. By the end of the last sentence, his breathing has grown heavier, muscles tightening under his skin.
SCOTT: I’ve said more than my piece about this match and what it means to me, but for those who either weren’t paying attention, or just didn’t care to listen, I’ll say it again – EVERYTHING. Twenty years of failure and embarrassment. Twenty years of betrayal, all to get where I thought I deserved to be. And I got there.
Pain momentarily cut through the emerald gleam in the man’s eyes, as a smirk ticked at the corner of his mouth.
SCOTT: Oh, I got there, alright. But as they say, it’s lonely at the top. So much as I’ve been beating my chest about earning my place on Blitz, there’s more than that at stake. Blitz is just the first step. The key to it all, but there’s no point in even turning my eye that way if I don’t get through tonight. I meant every word I said about my opponents. Maurice is a brainless moron who just happens to be the luckiest son of a bitch alive when it comes to picking up wins. Miri is the veteran. She’s bled for VPW, and loyalty is one hell of a motivator. Almost as powerful as pride. Maybe even more so. And even more important, like me, she’s got something to prove. Not just with Maurice, but with the fans. Miri’s a monster on the mat. She deserves more praise than she gets, and a win tonight over someone like me? Not to sound arrogant, but that’s bound to earn her more than a passing glance next time title talks come up. Then there’s the self-proclaimed Empress. Raven Williams. I don’t know jack-shit about her. And that’s what worries me. On paper, she’s greener than Montgomery was. Sure, she’s been training longer, but at least Millie’d seen her share of competition in the Olympics. Williams? Big old goose egg when it comes to researchable tape.
Lifting a hand, Scott formed a zero with his fingers to emphasize the point, then shifted to a pointed finger.
SCOTT: I don’t have Maurice’s luck. I don’t have Miri’s skill. I don’t have Williams’ mystery. I’m an open book. All my skeletons, all my demons came spilling out of that closet when they had to pump my gut and my name wound up splattered across more headlines than I could count. For all my experience, and all the gold on my shelves, I’m coming into this match with absolutely nothing. No momentum, no reputation, nothing. But that’s what’s going to make me dangerous. Maurice, Miri, Williams, they’ve all got entire careers ahead of them. Probably successful ones save for Yensman. I’m already past my time, and I’m man enough to admit it. What I’m not is man enough to do is lay down and accept it. I’ve got too much to make up for. Too much to answer for. And tonight, I’m going to start it off right. I’m going to walk out to that ring, look every one of them in the eye, and then I’m going to proceed beating them all down into the dirt.
Leaning forward, Scott jabbed his finger against the lens, causing a dull thunk of contact.
SCOTT: Knuckle Up.
Pulling away, he shifted and stepped past the camera, moving out of frame as the scene faded to black.
LO: David Scott was supremely confident in this one, and I can't say that he was wrong...
KO: Yeah, especially considering how quickly Raven Williams became a non-factor in this match thanks to Yensman.
LO: Well lets not give it away when we can show them.
Laurence pushes a button and the screen flips to one of the stage where Raven Williams is coming down the ramp towards the ring. All of a sudden Maurice Yensman appears from behind her with a clubbing blow to her shoulder blades which sends her tumbling forward down the steel mesh in a roll. She tries to find her feet upon coming to a stop at the bottom, but Maurice is there with right hands and a whip into the steel barricade that she tastes ribs first. He follows that up with a clothesline that puts her right up and over into the front row, and he snatches a chair from a jeering fan before bringing it crashing down across Raven's spine. With Williams effectively out of the way, he turns his attention to Julie Miri in the ring. He doesn't get a good look as while he was doing all of that, Julie was climbing to the top turnbuckle, so when he does spy her she's already in mid flight, driving him down to the floor with a double ax handle. David Scott comes out on the stage to his music, noticing the shenanigans taking place at ringside. From there he nods with a grim grin and starts power walking that way.
LO: From there David Scott basically lambasted Julie, tossing her back into the ring and the two had a good bit of back and forth.
KO: Yeah, but Scott got the better of it, dropping her with a Fireman's Carry Flap Jack followed by a Snap DDT.
LO: He finished that off with a front elbow from the second turnbuckle, and damn near got a pinfall for his efforts...
KO: That is until Maurice Yensman came back into the picture.
The scene shifts back to the ring where David has Julie pinned when Maurice Yensman comes out of nowhere with a stomp to the back of The Fighter's head. Scott comes up quick and the two exchange in fist-o-cuffs that ends with a massive headbutt from David that sends Maurice back into the corner. Scott wades in with rights and lefts, and then grabs one of Yensman's legs and sets it up on the middle rope. He does the same thing to the other one so that now Maurice is spread eagle. He takes a few steps back like he's setting the man up for a picture, and then rushes forward with a football punt square to his genitals. Yensman cries out in such a high pitched scream that the fans can't decide whether they want to grimace or laugh, and it continues all the way until he pitches forward to land on the canvas. Scott immediately goes for a cover, but its broken up by a recovered Miri at two.
LO: Miri was able to perform a few springboard maneuvers to keep 'Battle Born' on his toes, but in the end David Scott came into this four way for a fight!
KO: That's right...once he was finally able to peg Miri down, he dominated with a Powerbomb that he quickly transitioned into a Single Leg Boston Crab.
LO: I was pretty sure that Miri was going to have to tap as Scott was so much bigger than her that she couldn't drag him towards the ropes, but then Maurice Yensman popped back in with a Face Crusher that broke the submission and changed up the game.
Miri quickly rolls to the bottom rope and to the outside as Yensman pulls Scott up to his feet and sends him off to the ropes. When David returns Maurice leaps into the air to catch him with a Lou Thesz Press followed by piston like right hands. He leaps to his feet and hits off the ropes only to return and drop an elbow. He pops up and drops another one. Then another. And still another, finally finishing with one giant leaping elbow that crushes David into the mat. He hooks the leg for a cover and gets a two and half out of the exchange, but just as he is about to follow up with more offense, he notices Julie Miri pulling herself back up onto the apron. With what appears to be a Native American war cry (We're not sure why?) Yensman charges at Miri and dives through the ropes into a wicked Spear that takes both crashing to the concrete floor.
LO: David Scott was left in the ring, and he slowly got to his feet pretty out of it after the exchange with Yensman, but that's when Raven Williams finally found her way back into the match.
KO: haha, and then she found her way back out of it.
Scott stumbles around in the center of the ring wiping a trickle of blood away from a cut above his eye thanks to Yensman, when he turns to see Raven Williams climbing to the top rope. She wobbles a bit, still feeling the effects of the chair shot from earlier, but she dives with courage anyways. David quickly sidesteps the Missle Dropkick attempt, and stares down at the woman after she crashes and burns and waggles a finger, 'No, no, no'. The fans can't help but pop for the gesture as Raven tries to get to her feet while David stands ready right behind her. Before she even knows what's happening he's got her wrapped up in a Rear Naked Choke, dropping back to the mat so that he can wrap his legs around her midsection. She tries to put up a struggle, but like an anaconda he has her stifled, and just as Maurice Yensman crawls back into the ring to try and break it up a weak hand taps against David's thigh.
LO: And there you have it! David Scott said lights out to Raven Williams.
KO: Scott calls that submission The Absolute Zero, and it lived up to it's name here, cause there was Absolutely Zero chance that Williams was going to break free from that hold!
LO: You've been waiting all night to say that haven't you?
KO: Maybe...
LO: You have to commend the effort by Yensman in this match as well, as he delivered one heck of a spear to Miri before almost breaking up the submission, but at the end of the day this was David Scott's day. Just like he said it would be. Kind of scary, eh, Ken?
KO: I don't think so. I find it refreshing. I like a guy that preaches violence, and then practices what he preached.
LO: Well folks, we hope you'll stay tuned, but we've got to pay the bills....
KO: You know what that means....check out a word from our paid sponsor!
KO: Yeah, especially considering how quickly Raven Williams became a non-factor in this match thanks to Yensman.
LO: Well lets not give it away when we can show them.
Laurence pushes a button and the screen flips to one of the stage where Raven Williams is coming down the ramp towards the ring. All of a sudden Maurice Yensman appears from behind her with a clubbing blow to her shoulder blades which sends her tumbling forward down the steel mesh in a roll. She tries to find her feet upon coming to a stop at the bottom, but Maurice is there with right hands and a whip into the steel barricade that she tastes ribs first. He follows that up with a clothesline that puts her right up and over into the front row, and he snatches a chair from a jeering fan before bringing it crashing down across Raven's spine. With Williams effectively out of the way, he turns his attention to Julie Miri in the ring. He doesn't get a good look as while he was doing all of that, Julie was climbing to the top turnbuckle, so when he does spy her she's already in mid flight, driving him down to the floor with a double ax handle. David Scott comes out on the stage to his music, noticing the shenanigans taking place at ringside. From there he nods with a grim grin and starts power walking that way.
LO: From there David Scott basically lambasted Julie, tossing her back into the ring and the two had a good bit of back and forth.
KO: Yeah, but Scott got the better of it, dropping her with a Fireman's Carry Flap Jack followed by a Snap DDT.
LO: He finished that off with a front elbow from the second turnbuckle, and damn near got a pinfall for his efforts...
KO: That is until Maurice Yensman came back into the picture.
The scene shifts back to the ring where David has Julie pinned when Maurice Yensman comes out of nowhere with a stomp to the back of The Fighter's head. Scott comes up quick and the two exchange in fist-o-cuffs that ends with a massive headbutt from David that sends Maurice back into the corner. Scott wades in with rights and lefts, and then grabs one of Yensman's legs and sets it up on the middle rope. He does the same thing to the other one so that now Maurice is spread eagle. He takes a few steps back like he's setting the man up for a picture, and then rushes forward with a football punt square to his genitals. Yensman cries out in such a high pitched scream that the fans can't decide whether they want to grimace or laugh, and it continues all the way until he pitches forward to land on the canvas. Scott immediately goes for a cover, but its broken up by a recovered Miri at two.
LO: Miri was able to perform a few springboard maneuvers to keep 'Battle Born' on his toes, but in the end David Scott came into this four way for a fight!
KO: That's right...once he was finally able to peg Miri down, he dominated with a Powerbomb that he quickly transitioned into a Single Leg Boston Crab.
LO: I was pretty sure that Miri was going to have to tap as Scott was so much bigger than her that she couldn't drag him towards the ropes, but then Maurice Yensman popped back in with a Face Crusher that broke the submission and changed up the game.
Miri quickly rolls to the bottom rope and to the outside as Yensman pulls Scott up to his feet and sends him off to the ropes. When David returns Maurice leaps into the air to catch him with a Lou Thesz Press followed by piston like right hands. He leaps to his feet and hits off the ropes only to return and drop an elbow. He pops up and drops another one. Then another. And still another, finally finishing with one giant leaping elbow that crushes David into the mat. He hooks the leg for a cover and gets a two and half out of the exchange, but just as he is about to follow up with more offense, he notices Julie Miri pulling herself back up onto the apron. With what appears to be a Native American war cry (We're not sure why?) Yensman charges at Miri and dives through the ropes into a wicked Spear that takes both crashing to the concrete floor.
LO: David Scott was left in the ring, and he slowly got to his feet pretty out of it after the exchange with Yensman, but that's when Raven Williams finally found her way back into the match.
KO: haha, and then she found her way back out of it.
Scott stumbles around in the center of the ring wiping a trickle of blood away from a cut above his eye thanks to Yensman, when he turns to see Raven Williams climbing to the top rope. She wobbles a bit, still feeling the effects of the chair shot from earlier, but she dives with courage anyways. David quickly sidesteps the Missle Dropkick attempt, and stares down at the woman after she crashes and burns and waggles a finger, 'No, no, no'. The fans can't help but pop for the gesture as Raven tries to get to her feet while David stands ready right behind her. Before she even knows what's happening he's got her wrapped up in a Rear Naked Choke, dropping back to the mat so that he can wrap his legs around her midsection. She tries to put up a struggle, but like an anaconda he has her stifled, and just as Maurice Yensman crawls back into the ring to try and break it up a weak hand taps against David's thigh.
LO: And there you have it! David Scott said lights out to Raven Williams.
KO: Scott calls that submission The Absolute Zero, and it lived up to it's name here, cause there was Absolutely Zero chance that Williams was going to break free from that hold!
LO: You've been waiting all night to say that haven't you?
KO: Maybe...
LO: You have to commend the effort by Yensman in this match as well, as he delivered one heck of a spear to Miri before almost breaking up the submission, but at the end of the day this was David Scott's day. Just like he said it would be. Kind of scary, eh, Ken?
KO: I don't think so. I find it refreshing. I like a guy that preaches violence, and then practices what he preached.
LO: Well folks, we hope you'll stay tuned, but we've got to pay the bills....
KO: You know what that means....check out a word from our paid sponsor!
Theme music.
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Jerry Animalcats: I mean what's the deal with Kitty Litter?
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A scene of Jerry and George Catstanza sitting at the coffee shop.
Jerry: She had dog hands.
George: Dog hands?
Jerry: Everything else was normal except her hands.
George: I've never dated a woman with dog hands.
Jerry: Well I can't go out with her!
Voice Over: These are his friends.
Clip of Jerry and the gang sitting at the coffee shop.
Jerry: This is George, Elaine... and this guy here we just call Marbles.
Voice Over: Real... normal Cat problems.
Marbles slides into Jerry's apartment.
Marbles: I'm thinking about redecorating my litter box.
Jerry: Oh yeah?
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Cut to a clip of George freaking out.
George: Why didn't you tell me she was a skunk and not a cat, Jerry?
Jerry: I thought you knew!
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Jerry stands at the comedy club.
Jerry: And what's the deal with the laser pens? How do they get the laser... in the pen and ONTO my wall already!?
The crowd laughs.
Voice Over: Animalcats. Coming... this fall... to NBC!
LO: Well, we were scheduled to have a singles match here between Moxie James and Archer Yeoman, but unfortunately they weren't able to make it to the ring...
KO: Yeah, this was weird. I'm not really sure what was going on, but they were incapacitated as it were.
LO: Folks, he's not wrong. Just take a look...
With a press of one of the controls the scene shifts from the analysts to a shot of the ring. The Capacity crowd in the Coliseo Cubierto Mayor are hot, ready for their next exciting bout of Valor Pro action when suddenly the big screen comes to life above the stage. All eyes search the screen which shows an empty hallway somewhere in the arena, but as the camera moves further into the corridor it is seen that it isn't exactly empty. It appears that two individuals are lying on the floor, and as the camera gets closer it can be seen that it is Moxie James and Archer Yeoman, the very two individuals set to have a match at this very moment on the card. Both are lying face down in the center of the corridor, unmoving, and as the camera zooms in something seems to be etched onto their faces. The sounds of movement further down the hall can be heard, and suddenly medical, backstage techs, and a producer appear in the frame. They rush down the hall, the medical quickly dropping to their knees to check the vitals of the two downed superstars.
MEDICAL STAFF: I've got a pulse on this one...
BACKSTAGE TECH: Same over here. Let's try and get them over onto their backs so we can get them on a stretcher...HEY! YOU! GO GET THE EMT'S AND TELL THEM WE'LL NEED TWO!
The producer nods and turns to run back down the hall to get assistance as the other two roll Yeoman and James over onto their backs. The image etched on their faces in what appears to be black ash from a fireplace is a swirling pattern, like a Spiral. The Tech and the Medic look up to one another with worried expressions before the tech rubs his hand across Moxie James' face. Luckily the substance appears to be brushed on rather than burned into her skin, and both heave a sigh of relief before the camera shoots back to ringside where the Ring Announcer is receiving instructions from her earpiece. She hakes her head in annoyance before climbing the steps and stepping to the center of the ring.
RING ANNOUNCER: Ladies and Gentleman, I regret to inform you the scheduled singles match between Moxie James and Archer Yeoman has been unfortunately canceled due to injury...
A light murmur of boo's bubbles up from the crowd, but most keep their eyes glued to the drama unfolding on the Big Screen. Just then a barking order from a familiar voice comes channeling through the main speakers.
VANESSA BYRNE: What the hell is going on here? Who....
The camera swings up to the General Manager's face as she stares down at the 'Spirals' on Yeoman and James' face, and a look of disgust mingled with rage flashes across her features. She turns to the technician who had been helping medical with the pair, and speaks with authority.
VANESSA BYRNE: You! Go inform security to do a sweep of the building and have them secure the entries and exits. And You...
She says, looking down at the medic.
VANESSA BYRNE: Clean that mess off their faces. We don't need to perpetrate this fools propaganda any further...
Her eyebrows arch, almost as if she realizes that is her voice broadcasting throughout the arena. She turns to the cameraman, and shakes her head in utter discordance before reaching past the lens and suddenly the shot goes dark.
LO: Like we said....it was a little out there.
KO: Do you think that it was really Spiral? I mean....after the last Blitz we haven't seen or heard from him.
LO: I don't know, Ken, but if it wasn't him, then who?
KO: Good question...
LO: So much like our colleagues at ringside, we apologize folks for the lack of a match, but we've still got one hell of a Main Event to share with you just after these words from our sponsors!
KO: Yeah, this was weird. I'm not really sure what was going on, but they were incapacitated as it were.
LO: Folks, he's not wrong. Just take a look...
With a press of one of the controls the scene shifts from the analysts to a shot of the ring. The Capacity crowd in the Coliseo Cubierto Mayor are hot, ready for their next exciting bout of Valor Pro action when suddenly the big screen comes to life above the stage. All eyes search the screen which shows an empty hallway somewhere in the arena, but as the camera moves further into the corridor it is seen that it isn't exactly empty. It appears that two individuals are lying on the floor, and as the camera gets closer it can be seen that it is Moxie James and Archer Yeoman, the very two individuals set to have a match at this very moment on the card. Both are lying face down in the center of the corridor, unmoving, and as the camera zooms in something seems to be etched onto their faces. The sounds of movement further down the hall can be heard, and suddenly medical, backstage techs, and a producer appear in the frame. They rush down the hall, the medical quickly dropping to their knees to check the vitals of the two downed superstars.
MEDICAL STAFF: I've got a pulse on this one...
BACKSTAGE TECH: Same over here. Let's try and get them over onto their backs so we can get them on a stretcher...HEY! YOU! GO GET THE EMT'S AND TELL THEM WE'LL NEED TWO!
The producer nods and turns to run back down the hall to get assistance as the other two roll Yeoman and James over onto their backs. The image etched on their faces in what appears to be black ash from a fireplace is a swirling pattern, like a Spiral. The Tech and the Medic look up to one another with worried expressions before the tech rubs his hand across Moxie James' face. Luckily the substance appears to be brushed on rather than burned into her skin, and both heave a sigh of relief before the camera shoots back to ringside where the Ring Announcer is receiving instructions from her earpiece. She hakes her head in annoyance before climbing the steps and stepping to the center of the ring.
RING ANNOUNCER: Ladies and Gentleman, I regret to inform you the scheduled singles match between Moxie James and Archer Yeoman has been unfortunately canceled due to injury...
A light murmur of boo's bubbles up from the crowd, but most keep their eyes glued to the drama unfolding on the Big Screen. Just then a barking order from a familiar voice comes channeling through the main speakers.
VANESSA BYRNE: What the hell is going on here? Who....
The camera swings up to the General Manager's face as she stares down at the 'Spirals' on Yeoman and James' face, and a look of disgust mingled with rage flashes across her features. She turns to the technician who had been helping medical with the pair, and speaks with authority.
VANESSA BYRNE: You! Go inform security to do a sweep of the building and have them secure the entries and exits. And You...
She says, looking down at the medic.
VANESSA BYRNE: Clean that mess off their faces. We don't need to perpetrate this fools propaganda any further...
Her eyebrows arch, almost as if she realizes that is her voice broadcasting throughout the arena. She turns to the cameraman, and shakes her head in utter discordance before reaching past the lens and suddenly the shot goes dark.
LO: Like we said....it was a little out there.
KO: Do you think that it was really Spiral? I mean....after the last Blitz we haven't seen or heard from him.
LO: I don't know, Ken, but if it wasn't him, then who?
KO: Good question...
LO: So much like our colleagues at ringside, we apologize folks for the lack of a match, but we've still got one hell of a Main Event to share with you just after these words from our sponsors!
Open on a man in a button up suit shirt looking enthusiastic.
Bob: Hey do you like rugs and tubs?
Zoom in.
Bob: Then say it with me five times fast!
The letters flash on the screen with increasing intensity.
Back to Bob standing in front of the exterior of his store: Rug and Tub.
Bob: Alright!
Interior is a clean and neat showroom of assorted rugs and tubs. Bob is really excited, stepping into frame.
Bob: I’ve got the world’s largest rug and tub showroom with the finest rugs and tubs in the whole damn state! Come on down and one of my girls will show you around!
Behind Bob, a female clerk shows a confused man a selection of bath decor. We overhear him,
Customer: I think I misread the sign.
Back to Bob.
Bob: Alright! Come on down to my Rug and Tub, we’ve got over a million extremely satisfied customers!
Another clerk.
Potential Customer: Did you say a million?
Bob: I sure did! Over a million served! That’s a guarantee. We’ve rugged and tubbed everyone that’s come in here!
A panning shot of Bob’s extensive inventory of rugs and tubs.
Bob: I’ve got big rugs, I’ve got little tubs. I’ve got little rugs, and big tubs.
There’s another confused man asking a clerk,
Potential Customer: Is there… like a special room somewhere?
Bob: Friend, one of my girls will be happy to rug and tub you right here in the showroom!
Potential Customer: *awkward gulp*
Bob is all smiles as he wraps an arm around the potential customer.
Bob: Who doesn’t love a good rug and tub!
Back to the exterior of the store with Bob.
Bob: So come on down to my Rug and Tub! You’ll love my Rug and Tub so much you’ll never want to leave!
Close on Bob’s smiling face. Cue the logo.
Bob: Hey do you like rugs and tubs?
Zoom in.
Bob: Then say it with me five times fast!
The letters flash on the screen with increasing intensity.
RUG AND TUB! RUG AND TUB! RUG AND TUB! RUG AND TUB! RUG AND TUB!
Back to Bob standing in front of the exterior of his store: Rug and Tub.
Bob: Alright!
Interior is a clean and neat showroom of assorted rugs and tubs. Bob is really excited, stepping into frame.
Bob: I’ve got the world’s largest rug and tub showroom with the finest rugs and tubs in the whole damn state! Come on down and one of my girls will show you around!
Behind Bob, a female clerk shows a confused man a selection of bath decor. We overhear him,
Customer: I think I misread the sign.
Back to Bob.
Bob: Alright! Come on down to my Rug and Tub, we’ve got over a million extremely satisfied customers!
Another clerk.
Potential Customer: Did you say a million?
Bob: I sure did! Over a million served! That’s a guarantee. We’ve rugged and tubbed everyone that’s come in here!
A panning shot of Bob’s extensive inventory of rugs and tubs.
Bob: I’ve got big rugs, I’ve got little tubs. I’ve got little rugs, and big tubs.
There’s another confused man asking a clerk,
Potential Customer: Is there… like a special room somewhere?
Bob: Friend, one of my girls will be happy to rug and tub you right here in the showroom!
Potential Customer: *awkward gulp*
Bob is all smiles as he wraps an arm around the potential customer.
Bob: Who doesn’t love a good rug and tub!
Back to the exterior of the store with Bob.
Bob: So come on down to my Rug and Tub! You’ll love my Rug and Tub so much you’ll never want to leave!
Close on Bob’s smiling face. Cue the logo.
LO: So this match was set to be a sure fire brawl considering the two individuals involved, but by the end, it turned into a terrifying display of what happens when Valor Pro's resident Power Couple decide to turn up the heat!
KO: No doubt! But there was more to this than meets the eye. Dempsey placed very high in the Rite of Kings Battle Royal and everyone expected him to go far in the company after that. Then he goes into a proper defeat by Danny Rizzo during his UnYielding Championship run, and then whatever this was....I mean....he got dominated for a guy who had been dominating up to this point.
LO: Well it wasn't all bad. Let's just take a look at some of these highlights.
With a push of the button the camera switches from The Othello's to the action which picks up as the Jack Dempsey has a fistful of Dakota Jenning's hair and is dragging her around ringside. Cross Recoba watches on with some concern as Dempsey slams Jenning's head down into the steel steps. He sneers over at The Fox before moving to do so again, however, Dakota manages to get her hands out in front of her to halt the momentum. A few sharp elbows to Jack's gut has him releasing the woman, and she reverses the role, getting a fistful of his hair and slamming him repeatedly down into the top of the stairs. A small trickle of blood starts down his face from his hairline by the time it's over, and Dakota shoots him back into the ring. He stumbles up to his feet by the time Dakota slips through the ropes, and The Firecracker lays into him with forearms that force him back to the ropes where she shoots him off and then catches his return with a Lous Thesz Press followed by piston like right hands that light him up.
KO: From there Dakota Jennings basically ran rough shot on the guy. He got a few comebacks in there, but she basically stayed on top.
LO: Yeah, but then there was a big turn around following a DKO MKI that didn't find it's mark...
The scene returns inside the ring as Dakota Jennings moves in with a superkick aimed at Jack Dempsey's head. He ducks under the blow and as Kota's foot sails harmlessly over his head he suddenly stands up, trapping the leg onto his shoulder, wraps his arms around the rest of her body, and delivers a wicked T-Bone Suplex. He manages to get a cover but The Firecracker kicks out after a long two count, and Jack yanks her up off the canvas only to toss her up onto his shoulder and then run her towards the corner. Just as he arrives he tosses Dakota up into the air and she lands face first down into the top turnbuckle with a Snake Eyes. Stumbling out she clutches her face and turns right into a Clothesline From Hell that turns her inside out. Jack scrambles to make another cover, this time hooking the leg, but to everyone's disbelief Jennings kicks out once again.
LO: I really thought that was going to be the end of it right there.
KO: I think all of us did, Laur, but Jennings showing some true grit in managing to get the shoulders up.
LO: And in the end, it was that moment that the finish of this match really began.
KO: Yeah, Dempsey was irate that his clothesline didn't finish the job, and spent a lot of valuable time arguing with the referee and bitching at the fans.
LO: Then this happened...
Jack Dempsey turns back to a slowly rising Dakota Jennings, and his lip curls up in a snarl as he starts rolling his shoulder in a telegraph that he was going to go for the clothesline again. Just as he charges in at the woman she shoves herself away from the ropes into a Superkick that connects this time. Instead of going down, Jack is sent falling back into the opposite ropes, springing back right into a cutter. With both the DKO MKI & II having been hit, Dakota drapes herself across the fallen Dempsey with a hand in the air that counts along with the ref for the 1, 2, 3! Dakota pops up and takes a turnbuckle to talk some smack of her own to the booing fans, as Cross Recoba slips into the ring from the outside.
KO: Now this is when things got really interesting. Dakota Jennings had just beaten Jack Dempsey dead center of the ring without any outside interference from Recoba. Hell, it was almost like she had instructed him not to get involved.
LO: Maybe she did. Dakota Jennings has said in the past that she doesn't need anything or anyone to do what she does, but having Recoba there is just an added incentive and vice versa. But this next bit of business....I could have done without.
KO: Hey! Recoba said he was going to take these guys out, and despite a win for Dakota, this was personal.
LO: Just check it out, and decide for yourself...
The scene cuts back to inside the ring where Dakota drops down from the second turnbuckle and turns to see Cross standing there with cane in hand. The two share a moment as they stare across the ring at one another, and suddenly a wicked grin comes across Jennings' face. She quickly steps over to Dempsey who has just barely pushed up onto his hands and knees, and lifts him off the canvas, trapping his arms behind his back. The fans boo loudly as Cross smirks, flipping the cane over to hold the floor end, and then sets the handle on the mat. He saddles up to the side of where Dempsey is being held, checks his swing like he's about to T-off in a game of golf, and then BAM! Brings the handle end of the cane right up into Jack Dempsey's privates. Jack's knees buckle as he lets out a yelp of pain, and Dakota releases him to fall to knees holding his nether regions just before falling to hit the canvas face first. Recoba laughs, even calling out 'FORE' to the crowd who jeer him back and look on in disgust as Jennings grinds the heel of her boot into the side of Dempsey's head. The two superstars share a laugh at Section 8's expense before turning to the ropes to exit.
LO: That was uncalled for. Just despicable behavior out of our Chimera Tag Team Champions....
KO: Hey, Laur? Do you think that was a hole in one? Sure looked like it...
LO: You know...you're just as bad as they are. That wasn't funny.
KO: I mean....it was a little funny.
Laurence buries his head in the palm of his hands, massaging his temples while shaking his head in disbelief. Kenneth, seeing this as a good time to bring the show to a close, makes sure that the camera is focused only on him before beaming an Othello winning smile at the lens.
KO: Folks, we hope you've enjoyed this episode of Flipping The Script, and we can't wait to join you tomorrow night for Blitz! I am Kenneth Othello...
You can hear from off came a tired voice...
LO: and I am Laurence Othello....
KO: And we are The Othello Brothers signing off...now come on, Laur. Lets go find you something to take the edge off. I mean, we're in Medellin after all. If you can't drugs here, then why bother coming?
LO: You really are an idiot....
The last line trails off as the VPW logo flashes on the screen, and then fade to black.
KO: No doubt! But there was more to this than meets the eye. Dempsey placed very high in the Rite of Kings Battle Royal and everyone expected him to go far in the company after that. Then he goes into a proper defeat by Danny Rizzo during his UnYielding Championship run, and then whatever this was....I mean....he got dominated for a guy who had been dominating up to this point.
LO: Well it wasn't all bad. Let's just take a look at some of these highlights.
With a push of the button the camera switches from The Othello's to the action which picks up as the Jack Dempsey has a fistful of Dakota Jenning's hair and is dragging her around ringside. Cross Recoba watches on with some concern as Dempsey slams Jenning's head down into the steel steps. He sneers over at The Fox before moving to do so again, however, Dakota manages to get her hands out in front of her to halt the momentum. A few sharp elbows to Jack's gut has him releasing the woman, and she reverses the role, getting a fistful of his hair and slamming him repeatedly down into the top of the stairs. A small trickle of blood starts down his face from his hairline by the time it's over, and Dakota shoots him back into the ring. He stumbles up to his feet by the time Dakota slips through the ropes, and The Firecracker lays into him with forearms that force him back to the ropes where she shoots him off and then catches his return with a Lous Thesz Press followed by piston like right hands that light him up.
KO: From there Dakota Jennings basically ran rough shot on the guy. He got a few comebacks in there, but she basically stayed on top.
LO: Yeah, but then there was a big turn around following a DKO MKI that didn't find it's mark...
The scene returns inside the ring as Dakota Jennings moves in with a superkick aimed at Jack Dempsey's head. He ducks under the blow and as Kota's foot sails harmlessly over his head he suddenly stands up, trapping the leg onto his shoulder, wraps his arms around the rest of her body, and delivers a wicked T-Bone Suplex. He manages to get a cover but The Firecracker kicks out after a long two count, and Jack yanks her up off the canvas only to toss her up onto his shoulder and then run her towards the corner. Just as he arrives he tosses Dakota up into the air and she lands face first down into the top turnbuckle with a Snake Eyes. Stumbling out she clutches her face and turns right into a Clothesline From Hell that turns her inside out. Jack scrambles to make another cover, this time hooking the leg, but to everyone's disbelief Jennings kicks out once again.
LO: I really thought that was going to be the end of it right there.
KO: I think all of us did, Laur, but Jennings showing some true grit in managing to get the shoulders up.
LO: And in the end, it was that moment that the finish of this match really began.
KO: Yeah, Dempsey was irate that his clothesline didn't finish the job, and spent a lot of valuable time arguing with the referee and bitching at the fans.
LO: Then this happened...
Jack Dempsey turns back to a slowly rising Dakota Jennings, and his lip curls up in a snarl as he starts rolling his shoulder in a telegraph that he was going to go for the clothesline again. Just as he charges in at the woman she shoves herself away from the ropes into a Superkick that connects this time. Instead of going down, Jack is sent falling back into the opposite ropes, springing back right into a cutter. With both the DKO MKI & II having been hit, Dakota drapes herself across the fallen Dempsey with a hand in the air that counts along with the ref for the 1, 2, 3! Dakota pops up and takes a turnbuckle to talk some smack of her own to the booing fans, as Cross Recoba slips into the ring from the outside.
KO: Now this is when things got really interesting. Dakota Jennings had just beaten Jack Dempsey dead center of the ring without any outside interference from Recoba. Hell, it was almost like she had instructed him not to get involved.
LO: Maybe she did. Dakota Jennings has said in the past that she doesn't need anything or anyone to do what she does, but having Recoba there is just an added incentive and vice versa. But this next bit of business....I could have done without.
KO: Hey! Recoba said he was going to take these guys out, and despite a win for Dakota, this was personal.
LO: Just check it out, and decide for yourself...
The scene cuts back to inside the ring where Dakota drops down from the second turnbuckle and turns to see Cross standing there with cane in hand. The two share a moment as they stare across the ring at one another, and suddenly a wicked grin comes across Jennings' face. She quickly steps over to Dempsey who has just barely pushed up onto his hands and knees, and lifts him off the canvas, trapping his arms behind his back. The fans boo loudly as Cross smirks, flipping the cane over to hold the floor end, and then sets the handle on the mat. He saddles up to the side of where Dempsey is being held, checks his swing like he's about to T-off in a game of golf, and then BAM! Brings the handle end of the cane right up into Jack Dempsey's privates. Jack's knees buckle as he lets out a yelp of pain, and Dakota releases him to fall to knees holding his nether regions just before falling to hit the canvas face first. Recoba laughs, even calling out 'FORE' to the crowd who jeer him back and look on in disgust as Jennings grinds the heel of her boot into the side of Dempsey's head. The two superstars share a laugh at Section 8's expense before turning to the ropes to exit.
LO: That was uncalled for. Just despicable behavior out of our Chimera Tag Team Champions....
KO: Hey, Laur? Do you think that was a hole in one? Sure looked like it...
LO: You know...you're just as bad as they are. That wasn't funny.
KO: I mean....it was a little funny.
Laurence buries his head in the palm of his hands, massaging his temples while shaking his head in disbelief. Kenneth, seeing this as a good time to bring the show to a close, makes sure that the camera is focused only on him before beaming an Othello winning smile at the lens.
KO: Folks, we hope you've enjoyed this episode of Flipping The Script, and we can't wait to join you tomorrow night for Blitz! I am Kenneth Othello...
You can hear from off came a tired voice...
LO: and I am Laurence Othello....
KO: And we are The Othello Brothers signing off...now come on, Laur. Lets go find you something to take the edge off. I mean, we're in Medellin after all. If you can't drugs here, then why bother coming?
LO: You really are an idiot....
The last line trails off as the VPW logo flashes on the screen, and then fade to black.