Flipping The Script Episode #3 Streaming On YouTube!
Jul 15, 2019 10:09:27 GMT -5
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Post by silentpartner on Jul 15, 2019 10:09:27 GMT -5
Saturday, July 27th, 2019
From Coliseo La Tortuga, Telcahuano, Chile
Right off the bat the action on Flipping The Script kicks off as “A Warrior’s Call” by Volbeat erupts over the Chilean crowd and the response, as has been increasingly evident in the aftermath of Rite of Kings, is mostly negative. There remains a few signs in support of the reigning UnYielding Champion but there can be no doubt that the wave of fan support that Danny Rizzo once held in the palm of his hand has dwindled to absolutely nothing. On cue, a moment later, Rizzo emerges from the backstage area, not yet dressed for the match that would come later in the evening and instead dorning a pair of dark blue jeans and a “Risen” Danny Rizzo t-shirt with his championship belt wrapped around his waist. Flanking him, and with microphone in hand, is a man the Valor fans have grown familiar with in recent weeks as well. Kaven Drell, intense as ever, shooting daggers at the audience around them both while they make their way down to the ring and it seems to be business as usual for the two men as they enter the squared circle.
Something different happens this week, however, than in recent weeks. Just as Drell is about to raise the microphone to his lips and begin to speak, Rizzo steps toward him and reaches out, placing a hand on the bald man’s wrist before shaking his head no and extending his free hand out in a gesture that said he wanted to take this one on his own. For a moment there’s a flash of apparent anger that sparks in Drell’s eyes, but it’s gone almost as quickly as it was there and he nods his acceptance of Rizzo taking the lead, passing the microphone off to the champ as the music faded.
DANNY RIZZO: “You know… it wasn’t too long ago that the moment that song hit every single one of you was on your feet screaming at the top of your lungs in support of me.”
Shaking his head as the displeasure of the crowd rains down upon him, Drell’s voice is picked up by the microphone and he can be heard reminding Danny that the fans don’t appreciate him.
DANNY RIZZO: “That changed, though, huh? Sort of like the Othello Brothers, sitting back there in that production truck and acting as experts in the game, have flipped their opinions faster than the script they claim to flip. What, Ken? You think I didn’t notice you suddenly being on my side just because I go about my business in a way that suits your tastes? Laurence, you think I haven’t picked up on that disdain you have for me now that I don’t let myself be bulldozed by steel chairs week in and week out? You think I don’t see how, just like the rest of these fans, you only approve if things are done the way YOU want them to be done. When it’s me inside of that ring putting my body on the line every single week?”
Disgust laces the tone of his words as he seemingly spits them out like something that tastes awful on his tongue.
DANNY RIZZO: “Things change around this place all the time. This championship was passed around like a hot potato. The main event picture has more people coming in and out of it than Cosmo’s bedroom when Riley is on a road trip. The only thing around here that hasn’t changed is me and my championship reign. While others can sit back and play footsie with their frenemies, I’m out here travelling the world CARRYING this company on my back with my performances. Every single time Valor hits up a new location, I’m there putting my championship on the line. And when I do it, there are all of you waiting for someone to knock me off my pedestal.”
He pauses, just for a moment, to build suspense as he continues.
DANNY RIZZO: “While others can sit back and wait for number one contenders matches to unfold, and can spend weeks preparing for a match against one person, I face a new challenger, and a new threat to my reign. But still you cheer for the one who doesn’t give you their all. You cheer for the jock who could care less about any of you. You’re all like a teenager in high school chasing after the crush that doesn’t even know you exist. Hoping that maybe if you cheer loud enough. Maybe if enough people subscribe on YouTube, he’ll actually give a damn about any of you.”
Derisively, Rizzo laughs and Drell buckles over, clutching his stomach as he howls along with his friend.
DANNY RIZZO: “So you sell your souls for a little smile. All the while I was here, one of you, fighting for each one of you. Doing everything I could to make you proud and you NEVER looked at me twice. Not until I took matters into my own hands. Not until I stood up for myself. Not until I realized I was better than what all of you were giving me. It wasn’t until then that you realized what you had been missing out on all along. And you hate yourselves for it. You hate yourselves because everything you were begging the Apex for, I was here offering you and you didn’t notice. You hate yourselves but now you hate me even more. Because I’ve become greater than you, and I did it without you. I did it MYSELF. And that bothers you because you thought no matter what I would always need you.”
Reaching behind him, Rizzo unhooked his championship belt and held it high in the air.
DANNY RIZZO: “Now, all that’s left for you to do is to sit there, left behind, as I continue to rise. And to do it without you. Instead of carrying you with me, you have to watch what could have been yours drift away. I can’t blame you for being bitter. I would be bitter too if I was in your shoes.”
Passing his championship off to Drell, Rizzo continues.
DANNY RIZZO: “So when you sit in those seats tonight and watch me bring another undefeated run to its conclusion, I hope it eats at you. When you see my face, I hope it gives you hell. Every. Single. Week. I’m not going anywhere, Valor. And there’s nothing that any of you can do about it.”
Excitedly, Drell drapes the belt over his shoulder and applauds approvingly toward his friend. As the camera crews circle before fading to the next shot, the voice of Drell is picked up once more and he can be heard telling Danny to let it burn. Moments later the scene shifts away from ringside.
Something different happens this week, however, than in recent weeks. Just as Drell is about to raise the microphone to his lips and begin to speak, Rizzo steps toward him and reaches out, placing a hand on the bald man’s wrist before shaking his head no and extending his free hand out in a gesture that said he wanted to take this one on his own. For a moment there’s a flash of apparent anger that sparks in Drell’s eyes, but it’s gone almost as quickly as it was there and he nods his acceptance of Rizzo taking the lead, passing the microphone off to the champ as the music faded.
DANNY RIZZO: “You know… it wasn’t too long ago that the moment that song hit every single one of you was on your feet screaming at the top of your lungs in support of me.”
Shaking his head as the displeasure of the crowd rains down upon him, Drell’s voice is picked up by the microphone and he can be heard reminding Danny that the fans don’t appreciate him.
DANNY RIZZO: “That changed, though, huh? Sort of like the Othello Brothers, sitting back there in that production truck and acting as experts in the game, have flipped their opinions faster than the script they claim to flip. What, Ken? You think I didn’t notice you suddenly being on my side just because I go about my business in a way that suits your tastes? Laurence, you think I haven’t picked up on that disdain you have for me now that I don’t let myself be bulldozed by steel chairs week in and week out? You think I don’t see how, just like the rest of these fans, you only approve if things are done the way YOU want them to be done. When it’s me inside of that ring putting my body on the line every single week?”
Disgust laces the tone of his words as he seemingly spits them out like something that tastes awful on his tongue.
DANNY RIZZO: “Things change around this place all the time. This championship was passed around like a hot potato. The main event picture has more people coming in and out of it than Cosmo’s bedroom when Riley is on a road trip. The only thing around here that hasn’t changed is me and my championship reign. While others can sit back and play footsie with their frenemies, I’m out here travelling the world CARRYING this company on my back with my performances. Every single time Valor hits up a new location, I’m there putting my championship on the line. And when I do it, there are all of you waiting for someone to knock me off my pedestal.”
He pauses, just for a moment, to build suspense as he continues.
DANNY RIZZO: “While others can sit back and wait for number one contenders matches to unfold, and can spend weeks preparing for a match against one person, I face a new challenger, and a new threat to my reign. But still you cheer for the one who doesn’t give you their all. You cheer for the jock who could care less about any of you. You’re all like a teenager in high school chasing after the crush that doesn’t even know you exist. Hoping that maybe if you cheer loud enough. Maybe if enough people subscribe on YouTube, he’ll actually give a damn about any of you.”
Derisively, Rizzo laughs and Drell buckles over, clutching his stomach as he howls along with his friend.
DANNY RIZZO: “So you sell your souls for a little smile. All the while I was here, one of you, fighting for each one of you. Doing everything I could to make you proud and you NEVER looked at me twice. Not until I took matters into my own hands. Not until I stood up for myself. Not until I realized I was better than what all of you were giving me. It wasn’t until then that you realized what you had been missing out on all along. And you hate yourselves for it. You hate yourselves because everything you were begging the Apex for, I was here offering you and you didn’t notice. You hate yourselves but now you hate me even more. Because I’ve become greater than you, and I did it without you. I did it MYSELF. And that bothers you because you thought no matter what I would always need you.”
Reaching behind him, Rizzo unhooked his championship belt and held it high in the air.
DANNY RIZZO: “Now, all that’s left for you to do is to sit there, left behind, as I continue to rise. And to do it without you. Instead of carrying you with me, you have to watch what could have been yours drift away. I can’t blame you for being bitter. I would be bitter too if I was in your shoes.”
Passing his championship off to Drell, Rizzo continues.
DANNY RIZZO: “So when you sit in those seats tonight and watch me bring another undefeated run to its conclusion, I hope it eats at you. When you see my face, I hope it gives you hell. Every. Single. Week. I’m not going anywhere, Valor. And there’s nothing that any of you can do about it.”
Excitedly, Drell drapes the belt over his shoulder and applauds approvingly toward his friend. As the camera crews circle before fading to the next shot, the voice of Drell is picked up once more and he can be heard telling Danny to let it burn. Moments later the scene shifts away from ringside.
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 gives signs of greeting by saluting at the lens.
Laurence Othello: Welcome everyone to another edition 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 an action packed show for you tonight, but before we get into that, let's talk about the events that transpired on Blitz#18.
KO: Ok, what do you want to discuss?
LO: Well, for one, Chris Callum wasn't at the arena all night, claimed he wouldn't be there, and then swerved everyone to appear at the top of the ramp just as it appeared that Alexis Terry had everything in hand against Cosmo Cooper. Earlier in the night on Where There's Stokes, There's Fire, Brad tracked Callum down at his hotel room in Medellin where he stated that Alexis, Aspen, and Burton had went into business for themselves, and were detracting from the entire point they were supposed to be there. To assist Chris Callum. Instead they were using him to catapult themselves into the spotlight, trying to steal his thunder. Quite frankly, I don't know how these individuals can coexist together for much longer with that many egos in the group.
KO: Listen, Laur, it's like this. Callum has a point. After all, it wasn't him in the Main Event versus Cosomo Cooper. It was Alexis Terry. The very woman he brought in to be a hitman and that was supposed to further his goals. Instead, Aspen Chaud arranged for Terry to be the one to step into the limelight, and if you recall, it was her idea to bring Alexis into the fold.
LO: I guess, but don't you think it's all a bit convoluted. I mean, they all certainly seem to have a problem with Cosmo Cooper, but despite trying to make his life a living hell The Apex has still been able to come out on top. With some help from newfound allies...
KO: Sure, Katya Djurdjevic had a big save at the end of the night, and Brodie jumped Callum and locked him into the Finality Crossface...though saying she's an ally of Cosmo's now is a bit of a stretch. Those two had wars leading up to Rite of Kings, and she was all but ready to join Callum in his destruction of Cooper until he hung her out to dry in the Main Event of Blitz#17.
LO: I don't know. Who can really say where Brodie's head space is anymore? She hasn't really been the same since Zachariah Krahe left the promotion, and after her eye was damaged thanks to Cooper, it's almost as if she's went even deeper into her own psyche. Could this attack on Callum be a way to bring her back into the light?
KO: I don't know. Either way, I don't think it will temper her aggression, especially at what she perceives to be an injustice. Chris Callum has made a dangerous enemy, but if there's one thing we do know about the Eternal from what we've seen thus far....he has a plan.
LO: And what that plan is....well...it's left up to debate as he's swerved even us at every turn. But enough about that, how about what we have slated here tonight...
KO: Huge Main Event, as you saw from the opener, the UnYielding Championship will be defended for the first time ever on Flipping The Script when Danny Rizzo takes on Indi Rhyder.
LO: Indi is coming into this match with momentum as the challenger, remaining undefeated in singles competition, and though she wasn't able to finish off Cross Recoba, she did manage to survive the man to a draw.
KO: Yeah, but she didn't survive Dakota Jennings, did she?
LO: Don't remind me. I'm telling you, Ken, that woman gets more and more dangerous when she's wielding a steel chair. Something needs to be done about it.
KO: Oh lighten up, Laur. All's fair in love and chairshots!
LO: Whatever. We also have David Scott in action against the Unkempt Hero, Rex Rumble.
KO: Before that, there's Maurice Yensman versus newcomer, Moxie James. Maybe she'll actually make it out to the ring this time.
LO: Indeed. Do you think that attack last week was actually Spiral?
KO: Who knows, man? I did hear that Vanessa Byrne had to fly to New Orleans to stand in during the lawsuit proceedings, but I haven't heard how that went.
LO: You don't think VPW got a bad judgment do you?
KO: Well, as much as I respect our boss, she has been a little ridiculous as of late with the terminations.
LO: As is evident by our opening bout, where Berlin Anderson is once again at the bottom of the card and being pushed up against another of Double F.C.'s ilk in Black Blackman.
KO: Handicap Match last week against the Mimes, this week against the German Martial Artist.....it's obvious Byrne is still miffed at the guy for some reason.
LO: Well, I don't see any reason to delay the inevitable....let's go see how Berlin fares...
Laurence Othello: Welcome everyone to another edition 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 an action packed show for you tonight, but before we get into that, let's talk about the events that transpired on Blitz#18.
KO: Ok, what do you want to discuss?
LO: Well, for one, Chris Callum wasn't at the arena all night, claimed he wouldn't be there, and then swerved everyone to appear at the top of the ramp just as it appeared that Alexis Terry had everything in hand against Cosmo Cooper. Earlier in the night on Where There's Stokes, There's Fire, Brad tracked Callum down at his hotel room in Medellin where he stated that Alexis, Aspen, and Burton had went into business for themselves, and were detracting from the entire point they were supposed to be there. To assist Chris Callum. Instead they were using him to catapult themselves into the spotlight, trying to steal his thunder. Quite frankly, I don't know how these individuals can coexist together for much longer with that many egos in the group.
KO: Listen, Laur, it's like this. Callum has a point. After all, it wasn't him in the Main Event versus Cosomo Cooper. It was Alexis Terry. The very woman he brought in to be a hitman and that was supposed to further his goals. Instead, Aspen Chaud arranged for Terry to be the one to step into the limelight, and if you recall, it was her idea to bring Alexis into the fold.
LO: I guess, but don't you think it's all a bit convoluted. I mean, they all certainly seem to have a problem with Cosmo Cooper, but despite trying to make his life a living hell The Apex has still been able to come out on top. With some help from newfound allies...
KO: Sure, Katya Djurdjevic had a big save at the end of the night, and Brodie jumped Callum and locked him into the Finality Crossface...though saying she's an ally of Cosmo's now is a bit of a stretch. Those two had wars leading up to Rite of Kings, and she was all but ready to join Callum in his destruction of Cooper until he hung her out to dry in the Main Event of Blitz#17.
LO: I don't know. Who can really say where Brodie's head space is anymore? She hasn't really been the same since Zachariah Krahe left the promotion, and after her eye was damaged thanks to Cooper, it's almost as if she's went even deeper into her own psyche. Could this attack on Callum be a way to bring her back into the light?
KO: I don't know. Either way, I don't think it will temper her aggression, especially at what she perceives to be an injustice. Chris Callum has made a dangerous enemy, but if there's one thing we do know about the Eternal from what we've seen thus far....he has a plan.
LO: And what that plan is....well...it's left up to debate as he's swerved even us at every turn. But enough about that, how about what we have slated here tonight...
KO: Huge Main Event, as you saw from the opener, the UnYielding Championship will be defended for the first time ever on Flipping The Script when Danny Rizzo takes on Indi Rhyder.
LO: Indi is coming into this match with momentum as the challenger, remaining undefeated in singles competition, and though she wasn't able to finish off Cross Recoba, she did manage to survive the man to a draw.
KO: Yeah, but she didn't survive Dakota Jennings, did she?
LO: Don't remind me. I'm telling you, Ken, that woman gets more and more dangerous when she's wielding a steel chair. Something needs to be done about it.
KO: Oh lighten up, Laur. All's fair in love and chairshots!
LO: Whatever. We also have David Scott in action against the Unkempt Hero, Rex Rumble.
KO: Before that, there's Maurice Yensman versus newcomer, Moxie James. Maybe she'll actually make it out to the ring this time.
LO: Indeed. Do you think that attack last week was actually Spiral?
KO: Who knows, man? I did hear that Vanessa Byrne had to fly to New Orleans to stand in during the lawsuit proceedings, but I haven't heard how that went.
LO: You don't think VPW got a bad judgment do you?
KO: Well, as much as I respect our boss, she has been a little ridiculous as of late with the terminations.
LO: As is evident by our opening bout, where Berlin Anderson is once again at the bottom of the card and being pushed up against another of Double F.C.'s ilk in Black Blackman.
KO: Handicap Match last week against the Mimes, this week against the German Martial Artist.....it's obvious Byrne is still miffed at the guy for some reason.
LO: Well, I don't see any reason to delay the inevitable....let's go see how Berlin fares...
"Okay, so explain this to me one more time. What do you mean you lost Black Blackman?" Rodney stood just clear of the locker room shower stall watching as the cold water poured from the nozzle down onto a fully dressed Francis Ford Cuppola sprawled lazily beneath it chugging from a bottle of maple syrup.
"It's just like I told you," Francis groaned obviously grieving the loss, "one minute he was strangling the guy, the next thing I know he'd signed a movie deal with him and I lost him!" He said this last part through grown-man groveled tears. This was a blow to Francis' already weakened ego. Rodney could just barely process the evolving circumstance of his employment with a man who seemed capable of any sort of catastrophe.
"What are we supposed to do? Black's scheduled to wrestle in five minutes."
"Forget that ungrateful swine," Francis groaned and wallowed like a beach whale in the shower, tossing aside the now empty bottle of maple syrup and wiped the leakage from the sides of his mouth. "After all I did for him. I took him from Germany. Taught him about RoboCop. I can't believe he would betray me." He struggled to get up from the tiled shower stall as the spray beat down on him. "I'll take care of this, Rodney."
"Don't you think you've done enough?"
"I said I'll take care of it!" He stumbled from the shower and clutched his bleary eyes with his hands.
"Oh my god." Rodney looked on with crumbling expectations. Francis looked refreshed as he straightened his hair without a mirror and fixed his soaked shirt.
"I know exactly what to do." Rodney braced himself internally and followed Francis out of the shower stall where the Mimes and Francis' Canadian Syrup dealer, Mr. Mississagi stood awaiting him. Francis burped a hearty syrup belch.
"Piece of cake. Let's roll out." And the entourage did, with Rodney already shutting his eyes tight at the impending train wreck about to be added onto the dumpster fire that was this supposed wrestling dynasty.
KO: It's pretty much a hard and fast rule at this point that anytime they book one of Francis Ford Cuppola's wrestlers something weird and potentially stupid is about to happen.
Laurence cringes generously.
LO: Eh... I think the better word for it is 'interesting'.
KO: Right. Things are about to get stupid interesting.
Cut to ringside where the generic ring announcer is cut off mid-introduction with a soaked Francis Ford Cuppola and his entourage have come down to the ring and taken the microphone.
Francis Ford Cuppola: Due to the vagaries of contract law, Black Blackman is no longer employed by Valor Pro Wrestling, and the scheduled match will not be happening.
There is a significant proportion of the crowd who boo at this. Francis tugs uncomfortably at his shirt collar.
FFC: But wait! haha! Wait! It's no problem. I have selected a wrestler from the back to compete in Black's place.
The crowd cheers. Francis has avoided certain disaster. He grins from ear to ear. Just then, Berlin Anderson's music plays and the crowd is on its feet as he strides down to the ring looking determined as he climbs the steps and joins them.
FFC: And this is the guy!
Francis claps Berlin on the back who looks confused.
Berlin: What? I'm here for my match.
FFC: You're damn right you are! Thanks for volunteering, son!
Rodney takes a microphone for himself.
Rodney: Francis, wait. This is Berlin Anderson.
Francis keeps grinning, one arm around Berlin's shoulder like a proud father.
FFC: Exactly. He's perfect! This will be my champion to fight in Black Blackman's place.
Rodney: But Black Blackman was scheduled to face Berlin Anderson. How can he fight himself?
Francis' grin drops slowly as realization sets in, his arm falling slightly from Berlin's shoulder. Francis regards him with growing sense of betrayal.
FFC: What...?
Francis looks at Berlin who is more than a little awkward.
FFC: You lying bastard...
Berlin Anderson: ...what?
FFC: You think you can pull a fast one over on Francis Ford Cuppola? NOT TODAY! Mimes!
The French Mime Assassins, both sets, spring into action at Francis' behest, attacking Berlin Anderson before he can mount a defence. It's a sudden and brutal onslaught that has Berlin down on the canvas being stomped by Francis' mimes while the most confused man on the planet shouts encouragement.
FFC: Let this be a lesson to you! You don't rub another man's rhubarb! Mississagi! Pour some syrup on him!
The tall native American man obliges, pouring a gallon jug of maple syrup on the severely beaten Berlin Anderson!
Cut back to the broadcast truck where the Othellos are shaking the heads with dismay.
KO: See? I told you. Weird and stupid.
LO: *clears his throat* yes well, you can't say it wasn't also interesting. With that, he has claimed a disqualification victory--
KO: Such as it is.
LO: Such as it is. Although Berlin Anderson's not going to take this laying down.
KO: Of that we agree. This feud is just heating up.
Winner: .....uh.....
LO: Our next match was two individuals who have a lot of personality...
KO: Is that the term you've chosen for Yensman? Personality?
LO: It seems nicer than what our viewers are saying in the comments...
KO: Yeah, and despite our expert analysis here, apparently both of these guys still see us as the pre-show to Blitz instead of our own entity...
LO: That seems to be the verdict.
KO: Well, in my opinion, that makes them Fuc--
LO: KENNETH! Hold your horses. Remember....demonetization.
KO: Right, Brother-O-Mine, right. Lets just focus on the match.
LO: Good idea. Despite their personal opinions about Flipping The Script, they did have a tremendous match up.
KO: That they did, Laur. Moxi tried to keep this thing a wrestling match, but Yensman looked more inclined to turn it into a brawl.
LO: That gave him the advantage in the beginning when he cut her off with a stiff forearm to the temple that sent her back into the corner where he opened up on her...
KO: This guy is quite the card. He had her in the corner and started doing a dance number, trying to play up Muhammad Ali.
LO: Yes, and that's when it bit him in the ass. Take a look...
Laurence pushes the button and the screen flips to one of that in the ring, where Maurice Yensman is kicking his feet and winding up his right fist, when Moxie James leaps up to the second turnbuckle and pounces off with a Knee Strike that drops the New Yorker to the mat. He's up quickly, but James is quicker, hitting off the ropes and returning to leave her feet with a Falling Dropkick that knocks Yensman back right through the ropes and to the outside of the ring. As Maurice pulls himself up on the apron Moxie rushes the ropes, but the wily Yensman quickly steps away, not realizing that James leaped up to the second and performed a moonsault where she landed safely in the center of the ring. The crowd cheers as Yensman is still unaware, running his mouth at those in the first row, and when he turns back around he's taken completely unaware when Moxie leaps to the top rope, leaps into a Shooting Star Press, and hooks him around the head on the way down with a deadly DDT!
LO: And it was right about that moment that all of us watching the match said, Holy S-Word!
KO: No joke. That was the damndest thing I've ever seen! But to Yensman's credit, despite just having his melon spiked off the concrete, when James got him back into the ring for the pin he still somehow kicked out.
LO: I don't think anyone can deny Yensman's tenacity, but from that moment forward Moxie wowed the crowd with aerial antics and speed strikes that happened so fast you'd miss it if you blinked.
KO: High risk, high reward. Unless you miss. Which is exactly what happened here!
The scene returns with Yensman lying on the mat, seemingly out of it, as Moxie James takes to the top turnbuckle one more time. She lifts her hand up to her lips in the form of a gun and points it down at Yensman where she pulls the trigger and then blows smoke from the barrel. The fans seem to appreciate it as she nods, and then she leaps high into the air, pulling her knees up to her chest as she descends, and then firing them down to try and cave in Maurice's chest with a Double Stomp. Unfortunately for her, however, Yensman isn't there when she lands, and by the time she gets eyes on him again it's just in time to catch a Lous Thesz Press followed by piston like right hands down into her skull. Yensman leaps to his feet and drags Moxie with him, hooking the smaller woman around the waist with one hand while pulling her left leg up with the other, takes a few steps back towards the closest corner, and then launches her into a vicious T-Bone Suplex that sees her crash against the turnbuckles before falling down awkwardly on her head and neck.
LO: That's as nasty as they come.
KO: Damn right. Yensman pulled her out of the corner and got a looooonnggg two count, and that just seemed to piss him off even more.
LO: I think one of Maurice's biggest problems is he seems to get distracted quite easily. He spent an inordinate amount of time arguing with the referee, and then turned his ire on the fans in the front row, all the while giving Moxie James a chance to recover.
KO: I can't argue with that. I mean, I like to give the crowd as good as they give too, but you can't do it at the expense of the match.
The shot returns to Yensman telling one of the Chilean patrons at ringside that they are a "Steaming pile of garbage" when he turns to spy that Moxie has made her way back up to her feet in the far corner. He smirks before charging in, looking to clothesline the woman into next week. Instead he takes two boots to the face which knocks him stumbling back to the center of the ring. Moxie turns in the corner and grabs the top rope, and as Maurice moves to come back into her space, she leaps up and spreads her legs so that they bounce off the rope to send her hurtling back into a Split Legged Moonsault that send both tumbling down to the mat. She remains on top of him and manages to hook a leg, but he kicks out at two leaving her to scramble to her feet and head back towards the corner. Just as she reaches the top Yensman pulls himself to his feet, and when Moxie spins to get some bounce off the rope and then leaps for what looks to be a splash, Yensman launches himself forwards, catching her right in the midsection for a devastating Spear.
LO: That Liberty Spear was an amazing turn of luck for Yensman, but afterwards he found that he had been pushed to his limits by the fiery James.
KO: Yeah, if he could have hooked the leg immediately afterwards, this thing would have been over, but instead the cover didn't come until precious seconds had passed and James kicked out within a nanosecond of being three.
LO: Yensman looked hot after that, reorienting himself and pulling James off the mat to get her up on his shoulders. I'm pretty sure he was planning for an Empire State of Mind, but then this happened...
Maurice has Moxie up on his shoulders, and just when he moves to toss her up into the air and brings his knee up to strike her in the face, James somehow redirects in midair to land on her feet beside Yensman. The New Yorker looks shocked as he takes a wild swing only for Moxie to duck it, and when he whips around she delivers a boot to the midsection followed by a swinging neck breaker. Moxie stumbles up to her feet and approaches the closest corner, stepping to the apron and starts climbing the turnbuckles. By the time she gets to the top Yensman is back on his feet as well but he's facing the other way, and James waits for him to turn in her direction. When he does she launches herself off the ropes into a somersault which sees her land on Maurice's shoulders. This knocks the man clear off his feet, and Moxie rides him all the way down to the mat for a seated senton that drives the air right out of him.
LO: She calls that dive Slaughterama, and when she managed to hook one of Yensman's legs while still sitting on him, it was enough for the 1, 2, 3!
KO: Yeah, and then she quickly rolled out of the ring while Yensman had a complete meltdown on the referee. I thought for a second he was going to strike the man.
LO: He eventually found his composure as the Referee exited to raise Moxie's hand in victory while he lit a cigarette he had hidden somewhere under the apron.
KO: That guy...I just don't know. Part of me likes him, but then part of me says he's an asshat.
LO: I don't know about that, but Yensman takes his first singles loss to Moxie James, who really showed us what kind of speed and aerial offense she can bring to the table. Looks to me like an exciting get for Valor Pro Wrestling.
KO: It definitely beats getting laid out in the back before your match can even begin.
The gymnasts' eyes light up. Cue awesome uplifting jungle.
Awesome star wipe to the gymnast returning to her coach waiting in the wings as the crowd gives a standing ovation after what is assuredly a gold medal performance!
COACH: WOW! You did so great out there!
GYMNAST: Oh, I can't take all the credit.
Looks at the camera with a bright smile as she holds up the box of Champax!
Cut out to a street where a woman is glaring at the fact some thoughtless person has double-parked her into her parking space on the side of the street! She is fuming! She's going to be late. Two males are standing smirking at her predicament.
ARROGANT ASSHOLE #1: Awwwwww, check kitty kat out! Did someone block you in?
He mock pouts and dries tears as she glares at the pair.
WOMAN ON THE STREET: Do you mind? I'm going to be late!
ARROGANT ASSHOLE #2: Wut-oh! Looks like SOMEbody's on their period!
They snicker and mock as she gets a bright idea.
Awesome star wipe to the woman getting in under her car and lifting the car right out of her parking space! She stomps over the double-parked vehicle smooshing it terribly and sets her car on the road as the two men watch in humbled shock and awe.
ARROGANT ASSHOLE #1: Whoa... you, like, lifted that car.
ARROGANT ASSHOLE #2: Holy shit...
She smirks at them whilst standing beside her car, and reveals a bright smile and holds up her package of Champax. The two humbled men exchange amazed looks that turn into wide nodding smiles of recognition.
Blackout to a product presentation screen of Champax as the jingle music continues!
VOICEOVER ANNOUNCER: Champax. The Tampon of Champions. Perfect for athletes in every sport, but also for champions who work 9 to 5!
KO: Yeah, poor old Rex just didn't have what it took to hang with David Scott.
LO: I don't know, he hasn't been the same since Zachariah Krahe left.
KO: Well, he did put up a bit of a fight in the beginning, standing toe to toe with David Scott, blow for blow...
Kenneth touches the button and the screen switches to the action in the ring as Rex Rumble and David Scott hammer away at each other in the center of the ring. The fans are cheering wildly as the two try and tear each other apart, and finally it's Scott who gets the upper hand, hammering Rex all the way into the ropes where he Irish Whips him to the opposite side. David steps to the center of the ring to meet his opponent, but is surprised when Rumble springs back into a Double Ax Handle to the skull that sends him crashing to the mat. Rex immediately follows this with an elbow, but Scott gets out of the way, and when he moves to drop an elbow of his own he's met with the same treatment. Both men quickly come up to their feet and Rex boots David in the gut, and then drops him with a swift DDT. With 'Battle Born' down in the center of the ring, Rumble swiftly moves out to the apron and climbs the turnbuckles of the nearest corner. Once on top he waits for Scott to get to his feet, and he brings both hands together for another Ax Handle, more falling off the top than leaping. Unfortunately for him, David see's the telegraph, and in response dodges to the left and buries a right hand in Rumble's gut that sends him flipping over to the mat on his spine.
LO: From here it was all David Scott, who allowed Rumble to get to his feet and then unloaded on him with right hands and stomps to the midsection...
KO: He drove him all the way to the corner, and even grabbed the top rope, just delivering devastating stomps into Rumble's midsection like he was trying to cave it in.
LO: Rex got yanked out of the corner, and then walked into one of the nastiest Rolling Fisherman Neckbreaker's I've ever seen.
KO: And the fool didn't even have enough sense to stay down...he popped up from that all punch drunk, stumbling around eventually into a Spinning Back Elbow that laid him out in short fashion.
LO: And then, we almost had a legit upset...
The scene returns with Rex Rumble laid out on the mat and David Scott staring down at him just after the spinning back elbow. He looks out at the crowd who gives a mixed reaction, and he nods before yanking Rex up to his feet and then tucking his head between his legs. Before he can plant him with his finisher, however, Rex manages to lift up, sending Scott to the mat with an impromptu Back Body Drop. Scott comes up clutching his spine and Rex bumrushes him with an Ax Handle that sends him crashing to the mat while he rushes past and right through the ropes to the apron. He scrambles up to the top, and once perched points to the sky before leaping off with his elbow extended. He crash lands like a bomb down onto Scott who flops around like a fish out of water until Rex manages to pull him down and try for a cover. He gets a long two count, and now the crowd are on their feet in disbelief as he nods and moves to go for the elbow one more time.
LO: Folks, when Rex Rumble dropped that Rumbling Mountain Elbow, I thought hte roof was going to explode.
KO: It's not often that he actually gets to the point that he can attempt his finisher, let alone almost get the three count.
LO: Unfortunately though, he couldn't hit the second one as David Scott somehow managed to scoot out of the way...
KO: After a count from the ref, both men answered at about the same time at seven, and that's when Rex's luck ran out...
When the scene flips back onto the screen both men slowly rise to their feet. Rumble stumbles forwards, and is caught out of nowhere with a boot to the midsection that doubles him over. Quickly David Scott yanks Rumble's head between his legs, bends down to wrap his arms around the man's midsection, and then lifts him up only to sit out, spiking the man's skull into the center of the ring. Rumble impacts with such force that he recoils off his neck like a spring, and then flops down onto his stomach convulsing on the mat. Scott quickly shoots the half and puts chest to chest for the 1, 2, 3! Scott gets to his feet and allows the referee to lift his hand in victory while staring down at Rumble in a bit of surprise. His free hand comes up to rub his throat where the elbow had connected, and he gives the man a nod of respect before turning and exiting through the ropes for the back.
KO: Impressive victory. I like this guy. He is a no nonsense kind of customer, and still showed signs of respect to The Unkempt Hero.
LO: He certainly looked scary, and that Spike Piledriver of his...The Hard Goodbye...is one of the nastiest finishers I've seen in a long time.
KO: That move's been outlawed in a lot of states back in America. It can cause serious neck trauma or paralysis.
LO: Well it certainly left Rumble laid out. Medical had to come to the ring to help the man to the back.
KO: That's another thing. Did you notice how Scott didn't really stick around to celebrate. I mean...the dude got another big win, and he just bounced...kind of like with nothing left to hit he couldn't be bothered.
LO: I did notice that. He has been preaching that he's all about the fight, and by God he proved that here in this one.
KO: That didn't stop him from getting held up in the back though, by none other than the challengers for the Chimera Tag Team Championships tomorrow night in the Main Event of Blitz.
LO: That's right...NSFW and David Scott know each other from their previous promotion, and the three had a meeting of the minds backstage...let's check that out.
KO: Is that the term you've chosen for Yensman? Personality?
LO: It seems nicer than what our viewers are saying in the comments...
KO: Yeah, and despite our expert analysis here, apparently both of these guys still see us as the pre-show to Blitz instead of our own entity...
LO: That seems to be the verdict.
KO: Well, in my opinion, that makes them Fuc--
LO: KENNETH! Hold your horses. Remember....demonetization.
KO: Right, Brother-O-Mine, right. Lets just focus on the match.
LO: Good idea. Despite their personal opinions about Flipping The Script, they did have a tremendous match up.
KO: That they did, Laur. Moxi tried to keep this thing a wrestling match, but Yensman looked more inclined to turn it into a brawl.
LO: That gave him the advantage in the beginning when he cut her off with a stiff forearm to the temple that sent her back into the corner where he opened up on her...
KO: This guy is quite the card. He had her in the corner and started doing a dance number, trying to play up Muhammad Ali.
LO: Yes, and that's when it bit him in the ass. Take a look...
Laurence pushes the button and the screen flips to one of that in the ring, where Maurice Yensman is kicking his feet and winding up his right fist, when Moxie James leaps up to the second turnbuckle and pounces off with a Knee Strike that drops the New Yorker to the mat. He's up quickly, but James is quicker, hitting off the ropes and returning to leave her feet with a Falling Dropkick that knocks Yensman back right through the ropes and to the outside of the ring. As Maurice pulls himself up on the apron Moxie rushes the ropes, but the wily Yensman quickly steps away, not realizing that James leaped up to the second and performed a moonsault where she landed safely in the center of the ring. The crowd cheers as Yensman is still unaware, running his mouth at those in the first row, and when he turns back around he's taken completely unaware when Moxie leaps to the top rope, leaps into a Shooting Star Press, and hooks him around the head on the way down with a deadly DDT!
LO: And it was right about that moment that all of us watching the match said, Holy S-Word!
KO: No joke. That was the damndest thing I've ever seen! But to Yensman's credit, despite just having his melon spiked off the concrete, when James got him back into the ring for the pin he still somehow kicked out.
LO: I don't think anyone can deny Yensman's tenacity, but from that moment forward Moxie wowed the crowd with aerial antics and speed strikes that happened so fast you'd miss it if you blinked.
KO: High risk, high reward. Unless you miss. Which is exactly what happened here!
The scene returns with Yensman lying on the mat, seemingly out of it, as Moxie James takes to the top turnbuckle one more time. She lifts her hand up to her lips in the form of a gun and points it down at Yensman where she pulls the trigger and then blows smoke from the barrel. The fans seem to appreciate it as she nods, and then she leaps high into the air, pulling her knees up to her chest as she descends, and then firing them down to try and cave in Maurice's chest with a Double Stomp. Unfortunately for her, however, Yensman isn't there when she lands, and by the time she gets eyes on him again it's just in time to catch a Lous Thesz Press followed by piston like right hands down into her skull. Yensman leaps to his feet and drags Moxie with him, hooking the smaller woman around the waist with one hand while pulling her left leg up with the other, takes a few steps back towards the closest corner, and then launches her into a vicious T-Bone Suplex that sees her crash against the turnbuckles before falling down awkwardly on her head and neck.
LO: That's as nasty as they come.
KO: Damn right. Yensman pulled her out of the corner and got a looooonnggg two count, and that just seemed to piss him off even more.
LO: I think one of Maurice's biggest problems is he seems to get distracted quite easily. He spent an inordinate amount of time arguing with the referee, and then turned his ire on the fans in the front row, all the while giving Moxie James a chance to recover.
KO: I can't argue with that. I mean, I like to give the crowd as good as they give too, but you can't do it at the expense of the match.
The shot returns to Yensman telling one of the Chilean patrons at ringside that they are a "Steaming pile of garbage" when he turns to spy that Moxie has made her way back up to her feet in the far corner. He smirks before charging in, looking to clothesline the woman into next week. Instead he takes two boots to the face which knocks him stumbling back to the center of the ring. Moxie turns in the corner and grabs the top rope, and as Maurice moves to come back into her space, she leaps up and spreads her legs so that they bounce off the rope to send her hurtling back into a Split Legged Moonsault that send both tumbling down to the mat. She remains on top of him and manages to hook a leg, but he kicks out at two leaving her to scramble to her feet and head back towards the corner. Just as she reaches the top Yensman pulls himself to his feet, and when Moxie spins to get some bounce off the rope and then leaps for what looks to be a splash, Yensman launches himself forwards, catching her right in the midsection for a devastating Spear.
LO: That Liberty Spear was an amazing turn of luck for Yensman, but afterwards he found that he had been pushed to his limits by the fiery James.
KO: Yeah, if he could have hooked the leg immediately afterwards, this thing would have been over, but instead the cover didn't come until precious seconds had passed and James kicked out within a nanosecond of being three.
LO: Yensman looked hot after that, reorienting himself and pulling James off the mat to get her up on his shoulders. I'm pretty sure he was planning for an Empire State of Mind, but then this happened...
Maurice has Moxie up on his shoulders, and just when he moves to toss her up into the air and brings his knee up to strike her in the face, James somehow redirects in midair to land on her feet beside Yensman. The New Yorker looks shocked as he takes a wild swing only for Moxie to duck it, and when he whips around she delivers a boot to the midsection followed by a swinging neck breaker. Moxie stumbles up to her feet and approaches the closest corner, stepping to the apron and starts climbing the turnbuckles. By the time she gets to the top Yensman is back on his feet as well but he's facing the other way, and James waits for him to turn in her direction. When he does she launches herself off the ropes into a somersault which sees her land on Maurice's shoulders. This knocks the man clear off his feet, and Moxie rides him all the way down to the mat for a seated senton that drives the air right out of him.
LO: She calls that dive Slaughterama, and when she managed to hook one of Yensman's legs while still sitting on him, it was enough for the 1, 2, 3!
KO: Yeah, and then she quickly rolled out of the ring while Yensman had a complete meltdown on the referee. I thought for a second he was going to strike the man.
LO: He eventually found his composure as the Referee exited to raise Moxie's hand in victory while he lit a cigarette he had hidden somewhere under the apron.
KO: That guy...I just don't know. Part of me likes him, but then part of me says he's an asshat.
LO: I don't know about that, but Yensman takes his first singles loss to Moxie James, who really showed us what kind of speed and aerial offense she can bring to the table. Looks to me like an exciting get for Valor Pro Wrestling.
KO: It definitely beats getting laid out in the back before your match can even begin.
Winner via Pinfall: Moxie James
She nervously peeks through the curtain out onto the gymnasium floor, where a rival gymnast is completing her routine to furious applause. The walls reverberate as the judges scores are read out loud over the speaker system to an approving crowd. She sighs loudly and looks pensive down at the floor. Her coach is beside her.
COACH: Nervous?
The gymnast awkwardly weighs her answer.
GYMNAST: Ehhhhh, yeah, but it's--It's not that.
Her coach is thoughtful a moment before a bright-eyed epiphany occurs to her, followed by a knowing smile.
COACH: Here.
She hands her gymnast/pupil a package. The gymnast barely glances at what she's been handed before looking aghast to her coach.
GYMNAST: Performance enhancers? But--
The Coach smiles.
COACH: No, silly. Look at the box.
COACH: Nervous?
The gymnast awkwardly weighs her answer.
GYMNAST: Ehhhhh, yeah, but it's--It's not that.
Her coach is thoughtful a moment before a bright-eyed epiphany occurs to her, followed by a knowing smile.
COACH: Here.
She hands her gymnast/pupil a package. The gymnast barely glances at what she's been handed before looking aghast to her coach.
GYMNAST: Performance enhancers? But--
The Coach smiles.
COACH: No, silly. Look at the box.
The gymnasts' eyes light up. Cue awesome uplifting jungle.
JINGLE: You gotta do great,
so you're gonna do great!
And when you gotta do great
you're gonna gonna do GREAT!
With CHAMMMMPAAAAXXX!
so you're gonna do great!
And when you gotta do great
you're gonna gonna do GREAT!
With CHAMMMMPAAAAXXX!
Awesome star wipe to the gymnast returning to her coach waiting in the wings as the crowd gives a standing ovation after what is assuredly a gold medal performance!
COACH: WOW! You did so great out there!
GYMNAST: Oh, I can't take all the credit.
Looks at the camera with a bright smile as she holds up the box of Champax!
JINGLE: You gotta do great,
so you're gonna do great!
And when you gotta do great
you're gonna gonna do GREAT!
With CHAMMMMPAAAAXXX!
so you're gonna do great!
And when you gotta do great
you're gonna gonna do GREAT!
With CHAMMMMPAAAAXXX!
Cut out to a street where a woman is glaring at the fact some thoughtless person has double-parked her into her parking space on the side of the street! She is fuming! She's going to be late. Two males are standing smirking at her predicament.
ARROGANT ASSHOLE #1: Awwwwww, check kitty kat out! Did someone block you in?
He mock pouts and dries tears as she glares at the pair.
WOMAN ON THE STREET: Do you mind? I'm going to be late!
ARROGANT ASSHOLE #2: Wut-oh! Looks like SOMEbody's on their period!
They snicker and mock as she gets a bright idea.
JINGLE: You gotta do great,
so you're gonna do great!
And when you gotta do great
you're gonna gonna do GREAT!
With CHAMMMMPAAAAXXX!
so you're gonna do great!
And when you gotta do great
you're gonna gonna do GREAT!
With CHAMMMMPAAAAXXX!
Awesome star wipe to the woman getting in under her car and lifting the car right out of her parking space! She stomps over the double-parked vehicle smooshing it terribly and sets her car on the road as the two men watch in humbled shock and awe.
ARROGANT ASSHOLE #1: Whoa... you, like, lifted that car.
ARROGANT ASSHOLE #2: Holy shit...
She smirks at them whilst standing beside her car, and reveals a bright smile and holds up her package of Champax. The two humbled men exchange amazed looks that turn into wide nodding smiles of recognition.
Blackout to a product presentation screen of Champax as the jingle music continues!
VOICEOVER ANNOUNCER: Champax. The Tampon of Champions. Perfect for athletes in every sport, but also for champions who work 9 to 5!
LO: This next match was exciting, but brief...
KO: Yeah, poor old Rex just didn't have what it took to hang with David Scott.
LO: I don't know, he hasn't been the same since Zachariah Krahe left.
KO: Well, he did put up a bit of a fight in the beginning, standing toe to toe with David Scott, blow for blow...
Kenneth touches the button and the screen switches to the action in the ring as Rex Rumble and David Scott hammer away at each other in the center of the ring. The fans are cheering wildly as the two try and tear each other apart, and finally it's Scott who gets the upper hand, hammering Rex all the way into the ropes where he Irish Whips him to the opposite side. David steps to the center of the ring to meet his opponent, but is surprised when Rumble springs back into a Double Ax Handle to the skull that sends him crashing to the mat. Rex immediately follows this with an elbow, but Scott gets out of the way, and when he moves to drop an elbow of his own he's met with the same treatment. Both men quickly come up to their feet and Rex boots David in the gut, and then drops him with a swift DDT. With 'Battle Born' down in the center of the ring, Rumble swiftly moves out to the apron and climbs the turnbuckles of the nearest corner. Once on top he waits for Scott to get to his feet, and he brings both hands together for another Ax Handle, more falling off the top than leaping. Unfortunately for him, David see's the telegraph, and in response dodges to the left and buries a right hand in Rumble's gut that sends him flipping over to the mat on his spine.
LO: From here it was all David Scott, who allowed Rumble to get to his feet and then unloaded on him with right hands and stomps to the midsection...
KO: He drove him all the way to the corner, and even grabbed the top rope, just delivering devastating stomps into Rumble's midsection like he was trying to cave it in.
LO: Rex got yanked out of the corner, and then walked into one of the nastiest Rolling Fisherman Neckbreaker's I've ever seen.
KO: And the fool didn't even have enough sense to stay down...he popped up from that all punch drunk, stumbling around eventually into a Spinning Back Elbow that laid him out in short fashion.
LO: And then, we almost had a legit upset...
The scene returns with Rex Rumble laid out on the mat and David Scott staring down at him just after the spinning back elbow. He looks out at the crowd who gives a mixed reaction, and he nods before yanking Rex up to his feet and then tucking his head between his legs. Before he can plant him with his finisher, however, Rex manages to lift up, sending Scott to the mat with an impromptu Back Body Drop. Scott comes up clutching his spine and Rex bumrushes him with an Ax Handle that sends him crashing to the mat while he rushes past and right through the ropes to the apron. He scrambles up to the top, and once perched points to the sky before leaping off with his elbow extended. He crash lands like a bomb down onto Scott who flops around like a fish out of water until Rex manages to pull him down and try for a cover. He gets a long two count, and now the crowd are on their feet in disbelief as he nods and moves to go for the elbow one more time.
LO: Folks, when Rex Rumble dropped that Rumbling Mountain Elbow, I thought hte roof was going to explode.
KO: It's not often that he actually gets to the point that he can attempt his finisher, let alone almost get the three count.
LO: Unfortunately though, he couldn't hit the second one as David Scott somehow managed to scoot out of the way...
KO: After a count from the ref, both men answered at about the same time at seven, and that's when Rex's luck ran out...
When the scene flips back onto the screen both men slowly rise to their feet. Rumble stumbles forwards, and is caught out of nowhere with a boot to the midsection that doubles him over. Quickly David Scott yanks Rumble's head between his legs, bends down to wrap his arms around the man's midsection, and then lifts him up only to sit out, spiking the man's skull into the center of the ring. Rumble impacts with such force that he recoils off his neck like a spring, and then flops down onto his stomach convulsing on the mat. Scott quickly shoots the half and puts chest to chest for the 1, 2, 3! Scott gets to his feet and allows the referee to lift his hand in victory while staring down at Rumble in a bit of surprise. His free hand comes up to rub his throat where the elbow had connected, and he gives the man a nod of respect before turning and exiting through the ropes for the back.
KO: Impressive victory. I like this guy. He is a no nonsense kind of customer, and still showed signs of respect to The Unkempt Hero.
LO: He certainly looked scary, and that Spike Piledriver of his...The Hard Goodbye...is one of the nastiest finishers I've seen in a long time.
KO: That move's been outlawed in a lot of states back in America. It can cause serious neck trauma or paralysis.
LO: Well it certainly left Rumble laid out. Medical had to come to the ring to help the man to the back.
KO: That's another thing. Did you notice how Scott didn't really stick around to celebrate. I mean...the dude got another big win, and he just bounced...kind of like with nothing left to hit he couldn't be bothered.
LO: I did notice that. He has been preaching that he's all about the fight, and by God he proved that here in this one.
KO: That didn't stop him from getting held up in the back though, by none other than the challengers for the Chimera Tag Team Championships tomorrow night in the Main Event of Blitz.
LO: That's right...NSFW and David Scott know each other from their previous promotion, and the three had a meeting of the minds backstage...let's check that out.
Winner via Pinfall: David Scott
Coming this fall...
Dramatic orchestral hit.
A slow crawl through space past stars and solar systems...
Movie Voiceover guy: "He thought it was over..."
Dramatic Orchestral Hit.
Movie Voiceover guy: "He thought they'd won..."
Beep beep... beep.... pull back to reveal a space probe traveling into deep space.
Cut to a NASA control room where workers monitor the space probe. Close on one specific scientist listening to the space probe.
Beep... Beep... BOOOOOp.
He's shocked. He notifies his commanding officer.
"Sir! Remember that asteroid that tried to destroy the earth?"
Close up on his starkly serious commanding officer.
"It's back?"
"No, sir."
Closeup on the scientist.
"It's the asteroid's son."
Dramatic orchestral hit.
Movie Voiceover: Only one man can save the earth from the Asteroids.
Closeup on former Valor Pro Wrestler, Black Blackman looking into the sky as it darkens from the asteroid approaching. He speaks. He sounds like Arnold Schwarznegger btw.
Black Blackman: We've got to get to the chopper.
Intense music played over scenes of Black Blackman shooting a gun out the rear window of a car in a tense car chase. TENSE MUSIC INTENSIFIES. A clip of Blackman running down a hill slow motion shooting back at something with a gun.
Movie Voiceover: This summer.... One man will fight back against the asteroids...
TENSE MUSIC IS TENSE! A clip of Black Blackman shooting a gun in space at an approaching asteroid.
Movie Voiceover: The sequel you've all been waiting for starring... Ben Affleck.
A shot of Ben in his spacesuit.
Ben: Boo yeah.
He fist bumps some guy.
Movie Voiceover guy: Liv Tyler...
Liv's character: Daddy!
It's a heartfelt moment of Black Blackman lifting her up over his head cause she's his daughter and it's supposed to make you care.
Movie Voiceover guy: Jeff Goldblum and Ed Harris.
Jeff Goldblum is the scientist. Ed Harris is the commanding officer.
Jeff Goldblum: Sir... the asteroid isn't here for us...
Ed Harris: Then what does it want, private?!
Jeff Goldblum: It kidnapped his daughter.
Pan to Black Blackman looking stunned but you know he's gonna kick some serious ass.
Movie Voiceover guy: And introducing Valor Pro Wrestling Superstar Black Blackman as Ditch McQuicken!
Steve Buscemi is panicking in the space capsule!
Steve Buscemi: DITCH! WE'VE GOT TO DESTROY THAT ASTEROID BEFORE IT GETS AWAY WITH YOUR DAUGHTER.
Dramatic scene of Black Blackman on the phone.
Black Blackman: Now you listen to me. I have spent a lifetime accumulating a very particular set of skills. Skills that make me a nightmare for an asteroid like you. Those skills include...
Movie Voiceover guy: Armageddon 2! This time... it's personal.
Slow to an approaching asteroid.
With the roar of the crowd still echoing throughout the Coliseo La Tortuga, cameras catch up to David Scott as he slowly makes his way down the corridor. Sweat glistens across the young man’s forehead as he drapes a small towel across his shoulders, dabbing now and again at the dripping perspiration. At the moment, he either fails to notice the production crew, or simply chooses to ignore them, sucking in one deep lung-full of air after another. What doesn’t escape him, however, is the sudden impact of a hand across the back of his shoulder, causing an audible slap against his wet skin. Scott winces under the sudden sting and reels in shock, only to find himself staring at Mike McGuire and Bishop Church.
MCGUIRE: Yo, Scott!
Mike grins, casually shaking the tingle out of their suspiciously red hand. Church smiles at his friend slightly, perhaps a bit apologetically.
SCOTT: Sonofa---
Expletives aside, Scott quickly throws John a fist bump, then shakes hands with Mike – being careful to ensure he grab’s the New Yorker’s offending hand, no doubt with a little extra squeeze. Reaching up to ruffle the towel across his scalp, he drops it back down and gives the two an upward nod, a grin from ear to ear.
SCOTT: The hell are you two doing here? Fly in early as usual?
MCGUIRE: My fault. Too pumped at the idea of gettin’ my hands on Rekota again.
CHURCH: Things have got a little testy as of late.
MCGUIRE: They’ve been a couple’a shits and it’s fuckin’ pissed me off! And it ain’t just me, a’neither. You’ve had a couple choice words for ‘em yourself, y’know.
CHURCH: Perturbed to say the least.
Folding his arms, Scott watched the back and forth with a quiet smirk.
SCOTT: Just don’t let your guard down, and you’ll be fine. Do your thing, cut ‘em off and watch each other’s backs. It’s what you two do better than anyone. ‘sides, I’ve never seen you lose to the same team twice, and I doubt Rekota’s gonna’ be the one that does it.
MCGUIRE: Damn right it won’t. And I’ll be all too happy to send the Little Ginger That Couldn’t right back to La-La-Land, same as last time. I told her. Without a chair, she just ain’t got what it takes to beat us.
CHURCH: Jennings could be someone without all of that.
MCGUIRE: Tell me about it.
They turned back to Scott.
MCGUIRE: Been on your own tear, though! Nice. We figured soon as you signed there’d be fireworks, and next thing we know, you got yourself to back-to-fuckin’-back wins. Never doubted you for a second, Scott!
SCOTT: You were probably the only ones.
The Battle Born shrugged the praise off.
SCOTT: Montgomery was a rookie and the four-way was a clusterfuck. I need a big name under my belt if I’m gonna’ mean a damned thing around here.
CHURCH: So we’ve all heard.
Both Mike and Scott wheeled to face the big man after that one.
CHURCH: Can’t deny you’ve been very vocal about your intentions. Going as far as openly insulting your bookings. Talented as you may be, I can’t see how that entices further promotion in the company.
Scott’s smirk returned.
SCOTT: Well there’s the killjoy I remember. I’m not saying anything that ain’t true, John. Beating Millie didn’t mean anything. Even winning the four-way was small time. I’m not going to change anyone’s mind until I’m standing over someone that counts. Someone that actually means something to these people.
CHURCH: Standing over? Interesting wording.
Confusion flashed in Scott’s eyes as he held up his palms.
SCOTT: Until I beat them? Is that better?
There was a pause that seemed to sour the jovial mood, a drop of tension expanding between the two friends.
MCGUIRE: John?
Mike reached a hand up, resting it on their partner’s bicep.
CHURCH: I’m fine.
He pointedly looked at Scott, whose hackles raised immediately. Cocking his head to the side, Scott took a small, but tell-tale step closer to Church.
SCOTT: What?
McGuire appeared between them, holding their hands flat out in either direction, their small size in comparison to their friends hardly deterring them from breaking things up..
MCGUIRE: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Chill!
Neither man spoke, but Scott eventually retreated. Church did not move from where he’d always been. Scott brought his arms up in question.
SCOTT: Say it, John. What?
CHURCH: Something is different. But all too familiar. You talk of leaving the demons behind, yet they live in your shadow. Seems disingenuous. Seems like Miller is talking a lot nowadays.
Scott moved as if to take another step, only to catch himself at the last second. Shoulders squaring, his muscles tensed and tightened beneath the surface as he leveled a focused look on Church.
SCOTT: Miller’s dead, John. Has been since FSW. You know that. You watched him die. Jesus, you fucking inspired the whole goddamned thing.
CHURCH: Did I?
Scott’s eyes narrowed.
SCOTT: What’s that supposed to mean?
Church lets that question hang in the air and walks away. Mike, for their part, shoots David a furrowed look, perhaps of concern, before joining their partner.
MCGUIRE: Yo, Scott!
Mike grins, casually shaking the tingle out of their suspiciously red hand. Church smiles at his friend slightly, perhaps a bit apologetically.
SCOTT: Sonofa---
Expletives aside, Scott quickly throws John a fist bump, then shakes hands with Mike – being careful to ensure he grab’s the New Yorker’s offending hand, no doubt with a little extra squeeze. Reaching up to ruffle the towel across his scalp, he drops it back down and gives the two an upward nod, a grin from ear to ear.
SCOTT: The hell are you two doing here? Fly in early as usual?
MCGUIRE: My fault. Too pumped at the idea of gettin’ my hands on Rekota again.
CHURCH: Things have got a little testy as of late.
MCGUIRE: They’ve been a couple’a shits and it’s fuckin’ pissed me off! And it ain’t just me, a’neither. You’ve had a couple choice words for ‘em yourself, y’know.
CHURCH: Perturbed to say the least.
Folding his arms, Scott watched the back and forth with a quiet smirk.
SCOTT: Just don’t let your guard down, and you’ll be fine. Do your thing, cut ‘em off and watch each other’s backs. It’s what you two do better than anyone. ‘sides, I’ve never seen you lose to the same team twice, and I doubt Rekota’s gonna’ be the one that does it.
MCGUIRE: Damn right it won’t. And I’ll be all too happy to send the Little Ginger That Couldn’t right back to La-La-Land, same as last time. I told her. Without a chair, she just ain’t got what it takes to beat us.
CHURCH: Jennings could be someone without all of that.
MCGUIRE: Tell me about it.
They turned back to Scott.
MCGUIRE: Been on your own tear, though! Nice. We figured soon as you signed there’d be fireworks, and next thing we know, you got yourself to back-to-fuckin’-back wins. Never doubted you for a second, Scott!
SCOTT: You were probably the only ones.
The Battle Born shrugged the praise off.
SCOTT: Montgomery was a rookie and the four-way was a clusterfuck. I need a big name under my belt if I’m gonna’ mean a damned thing around here.
CHURCH: So we’ve all heard.
Both Mike and Scott wheeled to face the big man after that one.
CHURCH: Can’t deny you’ve been very vocal about your intentions. Going as far as openly insulting your bookings. Talented as you may be, I can’t see how that entices further promotion in the company.
Scott’s smirk returned.
SCOTT: Well there’s the killjoy I remember. I’m not saying anything that ain’t true, John. Beating Millie didn’t mean anything. Even winning the four-way was small time. I’m not going to change anyone’s mind until I’m standing over someone that counts. Someone that actually means something to these people.
CHURCH: Standing over? Interesting wording.
Confusion flashed in Scott’s eyes as he held up his palms.
SCOTT: Until I beat them? Is that better?
There was a pause that seemed to sour the jovial mood, a drop of tension expanding between the two friends.
MCGUIRE: John?
Mike reached a hand up, resting it on their partner’s bicep.
CHURCH: I’m fine.
He pointedly looked at Scott, whose hackles raised immediately. Cocking his head to the side, Scott took a small, but tell-tale step closer to Church.
SCOTT: What?
McGuire appeared between them, holding their hands flat out in either direction, their small size in comparison to their friends hardly deterring them from breaking things up..
MCGUIRE: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Chill!
Neither man spoke, but Scott eventually retreated. Church did not move from where he’d always been. Scott brought his arms up in question.
SCOTT: Say it, John. What?
CHURCH: Something is different. But all too familiar. You talk of leaving the demons behind, yet they live in your shadow. Seems disingenuous. Seems like Miller is talking a lot nowadays.
Scott moved as if to take another step, only to catch himself at the last second. Shoulders squaring, his muscles tensed and tightened beneath the surface as he leveled a focused look on Church.
SCOTT: Miller’s dead, John. Has been since FSW. You know that. You watched him die. Jesus, you fucking inspired the whole goddamned thing.
CHURCH: Did I?
Scott’s eyes narrowed.
SCOTT: What’s that supposed to mean?
Church lets that question hang in the air and walks away. Mike, for their part, shoots David a furrowed look, perhaps of concern, before joining their partner.
LO: And finally we arrive at our Main Event, where we saw Danny Rizzo defend his UnYielding Championship against the plucky upstart, Indy Rhyder!
KO: Yeah, and don't forget, Kaven Drell was out there too...
LO: How could I forget...I mean he's been everywhere Danny Rizzo has been as of late, including in the middle of his matches.
KO: Oh it's not that bad, Laur. He barely got involved in this one...
LO: Right...well, anyways, this match started off with some quick paced chain wrestling where the reversals came out of nowhere and often.
KO: Yeah, I was impressed how much these two have improved when it comes to their ground game, but they still showed a lack of experience as it runs counter to their two distinct styles.
LO: It was that difference in styles that finally caught up to the match, when Danny tried to put the beat down on Indi, but after tossing her into the ropes was caught off guard by her high flying ways...
With a push of the button the scene flips to one in the ring, as Indi Rhyder is sent for the ride towards the ropes by the champion. Danny steps to the center of the ring to catch her coming back, but he couldn't count on her springboarding off the second and twisting in the air to take him off his feet with a Cross Body. She gets only a two count on the pin that follows, but she's already on her feet and in motion before anyone can think too much about it, hitting off the ropes in front of her with spring. Danny floats over onto his stomach to force her to have to hop over him, and she continues on through to the other side. Rizzo gets to his feet quickly and moves in to cut her off with a lariat, but Indi baseball slides right between his legs only to pop up behind him, and when he turns a High Standing Dropkick sends him crashing to the mat. She follows this with another pin attempt, but it's cut off again at two. Indi lays in some forearms to Danny's skull to drive him back into the corner, and then takes a few steps back to perform a handspring back elbow that drops him to a seated position. She rolls back so that she comes up to her feet, rushes right for him and leaps up to the second above him, only to throw her feet out towards the ring while holding onto the top rope, and then slingshots both boots square into Danny's chest.
LO: Danny kicked out after the pin, but it was a much longer two than the previous attempts. It really appeared that Indi was on a roll...
KO: And then Kaven Drell jumped up onto the ring apron to confer with the referee, and Indi showed her rookie ignorance by getting distracted.
LO: Are you kidding me right now? Drell had no reason to be involved in this match at all, but it did provide Danny Rizzo all the time he needed to sneak in from behind Indi with a Dragon Sleeper!
KO: Yeah, and he kept her in that almost to the point that the ref had to call it, but on the final check she somehow kept her arm off the mat...
Indi fights to force Danny up to his feet so that she can get to hers, and she suddenly spins and turns so that he now has her in a Front Facelock. In a surprising burst of strength she manages to lift Danny into the air and bends backwards into a Northern Light's Suplex that slams him to the mat. She is too out of breath to pursue a bridge, so she quickly scrambles to her feet and rushes the corner to leap up to the second turnbuckle. She twists around to where she's now facing Danny, but when she leaps off towards him he's already up and springs off the mat into a devastating uppercut that derails her whole plan. The fans boo as Danny drags Indi back up to her feet, feeds her arm through her legs, and then drives her into the mat with a Pump Handle Slam. He hooks the leg for a cover, and gets a Looooong two count, but it isn't enough to keep the Galactic Princess down!
LO: Rizzo was a little pissed there after the kick out, but he stayed on top of his game, grinding Indi into the mat with multiple stomps.
KO: Then he waited for her to rise to nail her with one of his big combos, The Black Rose, but I tell you...when Indi kicked out of that, I thought Rizzo was really on the verge of losing it.
LO: Drell shouted encouragement and suggestions from his place at ringside the entire time, and it was one of those suggestions that nearly cost Danny Rizzo his title...
KO: No doubt. Check this out...
Kaven Drell points to the top rope and calls for Danny to do a dive, and Danny gives him a shrug from the interior and heads that way. Indi is laid out in the center of the ring as Danny ascends, and he looks out at the woman as the fans boo him from all sides. He smirks just before leaping into a Swan Dive that finds nothing but canvas when Rhyder deftly rolls out of the way. Drell on the outside has his fingers buried in his hair as Danny flops around on the mat in pain clutching his midsection, giving Indi enough time to find her feet. As Danny struggles to get to his feet, The Galactic Princess grabs the top rope and leaps to the top turnbuckle so that she's facing the ring. Just when Danny steps into position she delivers a Front Flip Senton that sees her ride Danny all the way down to crush him into the mat. She quickly flips over and hooks the leg for a cover, but only gets a two and a half to the groans of a disappointed crowd.
LO: The fans really wanted that to be it for Danny Rizzo, a man who once held the captive audience in the palm of his hand.
KO: Phsh! Being a fan favorite is overrated! These hacks wouldn't know a true champion if one slapped them in the face.
LO: I thought for a minute that was what Kaven Drell was going to do, but while he jawed with the fans at ringside, Indi Rhyder was looking to get it done. She took back to the skies to try and deliver her patented Kharmic Trip, but that was when Rizzo got his knee's up.
KO: With another high risk move botched in this match, but this time by Rhyder, it was time to take it home.
The shot returns to Danny rising slowly grabbing his midsection from the impact from earlier, and watching Indi Rhyder do the same with what almost seemed contempt. As Indi slowly rose to her knee's, Danny hunkered down and waited until she turned to face him before exploding towards the woman into a leaping Kenshasa Knee Strike known as The Warrior's Call! The fans are already booing as Rhyder hits the mat, and Rizzo pays them no mind as he drops to his knees, and then hooks her right leg deep for the 1, 2, 3! Danny gets to his feet and jerks the UnYielding Title out of the referee's hands and takes the second turnbuckle to hold it aloft while Kaven Drell joins him in the ring. As Indi rolls for the bottom rope, Rizzo talks smack to the crowd who continue to pour on the heat. Before long trash and debris are being tossed into the ring, and Rizzo looks disgusted that this is how Chile would treat their UnYielding Champion.
LO: As you can see, the fans were not having it...even if Danny Rizzo did beat Indi clean.
KO: Doesn't matter. Danny Rizzo is still the UnYielding Champion, and it's starting to look like he might be right. Right now, there's no one to knock him off that mountain.
LO: What about Katya Djurdjevic?
KO: Good God! She's had two previous chances to get it done, and failed. How many shots do you think she deserves?
LO: My answer may depend on how she fares against Alexis Terry tomorrow night on Blitz, but for right now....folks...we are out of time.
KO: Already....what about that thing that happened at the end of the show?
LO: We never received word from Mrs. Byrne if we could show that footage or not.
KO: Forget that.....I'll take the heat.
And before Laurence Othello can protest, Kenneth Othello pushes the button.
KO: Yeah, and don't forget, Kaven Drell was out there too...
LO: How could I forget...I mean he's been everywhere Danny Rizzo has been as of late, including in the middle of his matches.
KO: Oh it's not that bad, Laur. He barely got involved in this one...
LO: Right...well, anyways, this match started off with some quick paced chain wrestling where the reversals came out of nowhere and often.
KO: Yeah, I was impressed how much these two have improved when it comes to their ground game, but they still showed a lack of experience as it runs counter to their two distinct styles.
LO: It was that difference in styles that finally caught up to the match, when Danny tried to put the beat down on Indi, but after tossing her into the ropes was caught off guard by her high flying ways...
With a push of the button the scene flips to one in the ring, as Indi Rhyder is sent for the ride towards the ropes by the champion. Danny steps to the center of the ring to catch her coming back, but he couldn't count on her springboarding off the second and twisting in the air to take him off his feet with a Cross Body. She gets only a two count on the pin that follows, but she's already on her feet and in motion before anyone can think too much about it, hitting off the ropes in front of her with spring. Danny floats over onto his stomach to force her to have to hop over him, and she continues on through to the other side. Rizzo gets to his feet quickly and moves in to cut her off with a lariat, but Indi baseball slides right between his legs only to pop up behind him, and when he turns a High Standing Dropkick sends him crashing to the mat. She follows this with another pin attempt, but it's cut off again at two. Indi lays in some forearms to Danny's skull to drive him back into the corner, and then takes a few steps back to perform a handspring back elbow that drops him to a seated position. She rolls back so that she comes up to her feet, rushes right for him and leaps up to the second above him, only to throw her feet out towards the ring while holding onto the top rope, and then slingshots both boots square into Danny's chest.
LO: Danny kicked out after the pin, but it was a much longer two than the previous attempts. It really appeared that Indi was on a roll...
KO: And then Kaven Drell jumped up onto the ring apron to confer with the referee, and Indi showed her rookie ignorance by getting distracted.
LO: Are you kidding me right now? Drell had no reason to be involved in this match at all, but it did provide Danny Rizzo all the time he needed to sneak in from behind Indi with a Dragon Sleeper!
KO: Yeah, and he kept her in that almost to the point that the ref had to call it, but on the final check she somehow kept her arm off the mat...
Indi fights to force Danny up to his feet so that she can get to hers, and she suddenly spins and turns so that he now has her in a Front Facelock. In a surprising burst of strength she manages to lift Danny into the air and bends backwards into a Northern Light's Suplex that slams him to the mat. She is too out of breath to pursue a bridge, so she quickly scrambles to her feet and rushes the corner to leap up to the second turnbuckle. She twists around to where she's now facing Danny, but when she leaps off towards him he's already up and springs off the mat into a devastating uppercut that derails her whole plan. The fans boo as Danny drags Indi back up to her feet, feeds her arm through her legs, and then drives her into the mat with a Pump Handle Slam. He hooks the leg for a cover, and gets a Looooong two count, but it isn't enough to keep the Galactic Princess down!
LO: Rizzo was a little pissed there after the kick out, but he stayed on top of his game, grinding Indi into the mat with multiple stomps.
KO: Then he waited for her to rise to nail her with one of his big combos, The Black Rose, but I tell you...when Indi kicked out of that, I thought Rizzo was really on the verge of losing it.
LO: Drell shouted encouragement and suggestions from his place at ringside the entire time, and it was one of those suggestions that nearly cost Danny Rizzo his title...
KO: No doubt. Check this out...
Kaven Drell points to the top rope and calls for Danny to do a dive, and Danny gives him a shrug from the interior and heads that way. Indi is laid out in the center of the ring as Danny ascends, and he looks out at the woman as the fans boo him from all sides. He smirks just before leaping into a Swan Dive that finds nothing but canvas when Rhyder deftly rolls out of the way. Drell on the outside has his fingers buried in his hair as Danny flops around on the mat in pain clutching his midsection, giving Indi enough time to find her feet. As Danny struggles to get to his feet, The Galactic Princess grabs the top rope and leaps to the top turnbuckle so that she's facing the ring. Just when Danny steps into position she delivers a Front Flip Senton that sees her ride Danny all the way down to crush him into the mat. She quickly flips over and hooks the leg for a cover, but only gets a two and a half to the groans of a disappointed crowd.
LO: The fans really wanted that to be it for Danny Rizzo, a man who once held the captive audience in the palm of his hand.
KO: Phsh! Being a fan favorite is overrated! These hacks wouldn't know a true champion if one slapped them in the face.
LO: I thought for a minute that was what Kaven Drell was going to do, but while he jawed with the fans at ringside, Indi Rhyder was looking to get it done. She took back to the skies to try and deliver her patented Kharmic Trip, but that was when Rizzo got his knee's up.
KO: With another high risk move botched in this match, but this time by Rhyder, it was time to take it home.
The shot returns to Danny rising slowly grabbing his midsection from the impact from earlier, and watching Indi Rhyder do the same with what almost seemed contempt. As Indi slowly rose to her knee's, Danny hunkered down and waited until she turned to face him before exploding towards the woman into a leaping Kenshasa Knee Strike known as The Warrior's Call! The fans are already booing as Rhyder hits the mat, and Rizzo pays them no mind as he drops to his knees, and then hooks her right leg deep for the 1, 2, 3! Danny gets to his feet and jerks the UnYielding Title out of the referee's hands and takes the second turnbuckle to hold it aloft while Kaven Drell joins him in the ring. As Indi rolls for the bottom rope, Rizzo talks smack to the crowd who continue to pour on the heat. Before long trash and debris are being tossed into the ring, and Rizzo looks disgusted that this is how Chile would treat their UnYielding Champion.
LO: As you can see, the fans were not having it...even if Danny Rizzo did beat Indi clean.
KO: Doesn't matter. Danny Rizzo is still the UnYielding Champion, and it's starting to look like he might be right. Right now, there's no one to knock him off that mountain.
LO: What about Katya Djurdjevic?
KO: Good God! She's had two previous chances to get it done, and failed. How many shots do you think she deserves?
LO: My answer may depend on how she fares against Alexis Terry tomorrow night on Blitz, but for right now....folks...we are out of time.
KO: Already....what about that thing that happened at the end of the show?
LO: We never received word from Mrs. Byrne if we could show that footage or not.
KO: Forget that.....I'll take the heat.
And before Laurence Othello can protest, Kenneth Othello pushes the button.
Winner via Pinfall: Danny Rizzo
Somewhere in the backstage of the Coliseo La Tortuga a camera view wanders a lone hallway that is only halfway lit. A loud bang from behind the camera causes it to swing around, revealing nothing but more empty hallway. It pans around once more, back in the original direction it had been facing, and begins to move again further down the hall. A doorway at the end of the hall is partially opened, and what looks to be candlelight is seen streaming from the portal. As the camera approaches it begins to shake, and a hand, presumably from the camera operator, pushes the door open to a loud creek that echoes down the hall. Inside a male body hangs from the ceiling from a leather strap wrapped around their wrists, and their head lolls unwittingly in the direction of the cameraman. The man is Rex Rumble, and spiral like circles dance up and down his body, even over his eyes, while candles all around him flicker and lick the walls with shadows. The camera view suddenly shifts as the apparatus is placed on the ground, the shot now filled with only the image of Rex dangling there as another figure comes into play. The cameraman moves to try and unhook the leather straps but a muffled moan from Rex causes him to stop.
CAMERAMAN: Look, Rex...I'm going to go get some help, alright. Just stay with me...
As the camera man turns to exit his face goes white, his jaw going slack as his terror filled eyes flit from one place to the other. He holds his hands up in front of him defensively, reactionary, submissively, while his feet slowly back him away from the camera until he bumps into the dangling form of Rumble, who lets out another pain filled moan. He shakes his head 'No' at whatever is coming, and suddenly the cameras in the room blow out and everything is cast into darkness, followed by a high pitched scream. Then nothing. Then static. Then the Valor Pro logo.
CAMERAMAN: Look, Rex...I'm going to go get some help, alright. Just stay with me...
As the camera man turns to exit his face goes white, his jaw going slack as his terror filled eyes flit from one place to the other. He holds his hands up in front of him defensively, reactionary, submissively, while his feet slowly back him away from the camera until he bumps into the dangling form of Rumble, who lets out another pain filled moan. He shakes his head 'No' at whatever is coming, and suddenly the cameras in the room blow out and everything is cast into darkness, followed by a high pitched scream. Then nothing. Then static. Then the Valor Pro logo.