Post-Match Interview: Flipping the Script - Episode 1.
Jul 2, 2019 20:16:07 GMT -5
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Post by David Scott on Jul 2, 2019 20:16:07 GMT -5
The camera feed opens backstage to find the recently victorious David Scott moving slowly through the cavernous expanse of the parking garage. Just visible in the background is the new production truck as introduced to the viewing audience earlier in the evening. No doubt the Othello Brothers sat inside, cutting and preparing the footage for the hyped return of “Flipping the Script”. Giving it little more than a passing glance, Scott turned his attention to a well-lit area of a cordoned off corner. A single camera sat at the ready, centered on an impromptu backdrop emblazoned with the logos of Valor Pro Wrestling, HoTV, the Battleground Network and numerous athletic sponsors, such as Cooper’s XCVIII Apparel. A small ‘x’ was taped on the floor just in front of the setup, prompting Scott to pause and face the crew as Emily Burlingame moved into frame beside him, a beaming smile displayed for the camera as she lifted the mic.
BURLINGAME: Thank you for joining us here on the aftermath of what I have to say has been a very successful return of “Flipping the Script”. Joining me right now is recent VPW signee, David Scott, who made more than a subtle impact tonight against fellow newcomer, Millie Montgomery.
Knowing how to ply her trade, Emily turned just right to get a length of hair to flip for the camera as she turned to Scott, who stood with arms crossed. Despite having donned an old throwback SCW tee, the dark patches still belied the coat of sweat on his body from the hard-fought match. Unlike his ‘introduction’ at the start of the show, his demeanor now is subdued, even introverted, as he offers only a smirk and nod.
SCOTT: Pleasure.
BURLINGAME: Let me start off by saying congratulations on your win. You had a lot to say before the match, but I’d say it’s a safe bet you backed up many of those claims. Obviously, I can’t quote some of the more – volatile – lines you used, but one of the things that stood out to me was the way you proclaimed yourself ‘old school’. Was there a specific meaning behind that? Or were you just playing up to the crowd?
Scott said nothing at first. Irritation flashed through his eyes as they cut to Burlingame in a sidelong glance, but it faded just as quickly, allowing his expression to regain the stony qualities of before. If Emily noticed, she didn’t take the bait, choosing instead to move the microphone towards him, expectant of an answer.
SCOTT: No. It wasn’t a play to the crowd. That’s never been a habit of mine. Works fine for others. Walk out, climb the ropes, make a big show and get the fans hyped. I’m a little more direct. I’m not here to be an entertainer. I’m not here to be a showman. I’m here to fight. I’m here to wrestle. So that’s what I do, and that’s all I care about doing. Whether or not those people cheer me or boo me doesn’t have any kind of effect on whether I walk out with my hand in the air or not. That’s up to me and the guy across the ring.
Though his tone started quiet, it steeled little by little as he spoke, growing a hardened edge by the end, at which point Scott turned to peer down at the more petite Burlingame. To her credit, the stalwart young journalist failed to react. She’d been loomed over by more dangerous men, no doubt. Scott made no move to threaten her, however, simply ensuring eye contact with Burlingame before continuing his response.
SCOTT: That, by the way, is what I meant by ‘old school’. The wrestling game has been around for a long time, and like everything else, it’s had to evolve and adapt. Back in the day, something as simple as a DDT was no different than the atomic bomb. Now? You got kids doing triple flips over the top rope with their eyes closed. You got people producing multimillion-dollar vignettes to hype themselves up. Then you look at someone like me. Or how about Jack Dempsey? If it helps to use a local boy. We’re not exactly the kind of people the suits look at with dollar signs in their eyes. We’re raw. We’re unrefined. We’re rough around the edges and most importantly – we don’t care. This industry, despite all the convoluted bullshit like marketing and production values, all comes down to one thing: Wins and Losses. When the chips are down and the cameras are rolling, are you the kind of guy that gets the job done and picks up the three-count?
Burlingame started to withdraw the microphone, ready to offer an answer, but Scott cut her off mid-way.
SCOTT: Yes, I am. I’d say I proved it tonight, but tonight means nothing. Montgomery was as green as they come. Maybe she’ll have what it takes somewhere down the line, but she sure as hell wasn’t walking out with that win tonight, and anyone with half an idea about this business knew it, so do me a favor, by the way and save those congratulations for when I beat someone worth talking about. If anyone out there wants to see that as me cutting Montgomery short, feel free. She brought the best she had, but it wasn’t good enough, and it was never going to be. That’s a black and white fact. Which leaves a pretty obvious question hanging in the air, so let me go ahead and get that for you – who WOULD be a challenge. Right?
Not about to be drawn in, Burlingame simply shrugged her shoulders.
BURLINGAME: You set it up, feel free to hit whatever homer you’ve been practicing.
That honestly seemed to snap some of the focus from Scott’s trance-like rant. Leaning back, he eyed the young woman with a little more scrutiny. The hint of a smirk ticked at the corner of his mouth, before he just straightened and returned his arms to that fold across his chest. Eventually, he just nodded knowingly.
SCOTT: Fair. I guess I’m not above the occasional toot on my own horn. So let’s just cut things off here and now. You asked a question, and I answered it. That’s how this goes, right? The people watching don’t need a monologue to understand something as simple as I’m paid to fight, so I fight. Doesn’t matter who or where or when. This is what I do, I love doing it, and I’ll keep doing it until I drop dead out in that ring.
Leaving it there, Scott gave Burlingame one last stare, slashing it across the lens of the camera as well as he turned and walked calmly out of frame. Left behind, Burlingame watched him go, lips twisting back to that well-practiced smile as she spun to face the camera.
BURLINGAME: A lot of strong words from a man of, supposedly, few. Either way, it looks like David Scott has plans to make some waves here in Valor Pro Wrestling. We’ll see how that pans out when “Flipping the Script” returns for it’s second episode in a couple weeks. We’ll see you then.
The scene holds on Burlingame’s smile for a minute before fading to the VPW logo against a black field.
BURLINGAME: Thank you for joining us here on the aftermath of what I have to say has been a very successful return of “Flipping the Script”. Joining me right now is recent VPW signee, David Scott, who made more than a subtle impact tonight against fellow newcomer, Millie Montgomery.
Knowing how to ply her trade, Emily turned just right to get a length of hair to flip for the camera as she turned to Scott, who stood with arms crossed. Despite having donned an old throwback SCW tee, the dark patches still belied the coat of sweat on his body from the hard-fought match. Unlike his ‘introduction’ at the start of the show, his demeanor now is subdued, even introverted, as he offers only a smirk and nod.
SCOTT: Pleasure.
BURLINGAME: Let me start off by saying congratulations on your win. You had a lot to say before the match, but I’d say it’s a safe bet you backed up many of those claims. Obviously, I can’t quote some of the more – volatile – lines you used, but one of the things that stood out to me was the way you proclaimed yourself ‘old school’. Was there a specific meaning behind that? Or were you just playing up to the crowd?
Scott said nothing at first. Irritation flashed through his eyes as they cut to Burlingame in a sidelong glance, but it faded just as quickly, allowing his expression to regain the stony qualities of before. If Emily noticed, she didn’t take the bait, choosing instead to move the microphone towards him, expectant of an answer.
SCOTT: No. It wasn’t a play to the crowd. That’s never been a habit of mine. Works fine for others. Walk out, climb the ropes, make a big show and get the fans hyped. I’m a little more direct. I’m not here to be an entertainer. I’m not here to be a showman. I’m here to fight. I’m here to wrestle. So that’s what I do, and that’s all I care about doing. Whether or not those people cheer me or boo me doesn’t have any kind of effect on whether I walk out with my hand in the air or not. That’s up to me and the guy across the ring.
Though his tone started quiet, it steeled little by little as he spoke, growing a hardened edge by the end, at which point Scott turned to peer down at the more petite Burlingame. To her credit, the stalwart young journalist failed to react. She’d been loomed over by more dangerous men, no doubt. Scott made no move to threaten her, however, simply ensuring eye contact with Burlingame before continuing his response.
SCOTT: That, by the way, is what I meant by ‘old school’. The wrestling game has been around for a long time, and like everything else, it’s had to evolve and adapt. Back in the day, something as simple as a DDT was no different than the atomic bomb. Now? You got kids doing triple flips over the top rope with their eyes closed. You got people producing multimillion-dollar vignettes to hype themselves up. Then you look at someone like me. Or how about Jack Dempsey? If it helps to use a local boy. We’re not exactly the kind of people the suits look at with dollar signs in their eyes. We’re raw. We’re unrefined. We’re rough around the edges and most importantly – we don’t care. This industry, despite all the convoluted bullshit like marketing and production values, all comes down to one thing: Wins and Losses. When the chips are down and the cameras are rolling, are you the kind of guy that gets the job done and picks up the three-count?
Burlingame started to withdraw the microphone, ready to offer an answer, but Scott cut her off mid-way.
SCOTT: Yes, I am. I’d say I proved it tonight, but tonight means nothing. Montgomery was as green as they come. Maybe she’ll have what it takes somewhere down the line, but she sure as hell wasn’t walking out with that win tonight, and anyone with half an idea about this business knew it, so do me a favor, by the way and save those congratulations for when I beat someone worth talking about. If anyone out there wants to see that as me cutting Montgomery short, feel free. She brought the best she had, but it wasn’t good enough, and it was never going to be. That’s a black and white fact. Which leaves a pretty obvious question hanging in the air, so let me go ahead and get that for you – who WOULD be a challenge. Right?
Not about to be drawn in, Burlingame simply shrugged her shoulders.
BURLINGAME: You set it up, feel free to hit whatever homer you’ve been practicing.
That honestly seemed to snap some of the focus from Scott’s trance-like rant. Leaning back, he eyed the young woman with a little more scrutiny. The hint of a smirk ticked at the corner of his mouth, before he just straightened and returned his arms to that fold across his chest. Eventually, he just nodded knowingly.
SCOTT: Fair. I guess I’m not above the occasional toot on my own horn. So let’s just cut things off here and now. You asked a question, and I answered it. That’s how this goes, right? The people watching don’t need a monologue to understand something as simple as I’m paid to fight, so I fight. Doesn’t matter who or where or when. This is what I do, I love doing it, and I’ll keep doing it until I drop dead out in that ring.
Leaving it there, Scott gave Burlingame one last stare, slashing it across the lens of the camera as well as he turned and walked calmly out of frame. Left behind, Burlingame watched him go, lips twisting back to that well-practiced smile as she spun to face the camera.
BURLINGAME: A lot of strong words from a man of, supposedly, few. Either way, it looks like David Scott has plans to make some waves here in Valor Pro Wrestling. We’ll see how that pans out when “Flipping the Script” returns for it’s second episode in a couple weeks. We’ll see you then.
The scene holds on Burlingame’s smile for a minute before fading to the VPW logo against a black field.