Chain Reaction #4: Scott Douglas vs. Kerry Kuroyama
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Grandma Took Me Home
No Place Like Home, Part VIII (Post Show)
“Yeah babe! That was amazing!” Courtney proclaimed as she and Scott hit the backstage area directly following his Battle Royal victory.
Courtney had ignored Scott’s direction and had involved herself in the match. Her contribution, although quite effortless and arguably the catalyst of the victory, placed her in a significant amount of danger. Scott was pleased with the outcome but furious with his brand new valet.
“What the f-ck was that Court’!?” Scott screamed. “You show up out the blue and put me on the spot like that and then you interfere with the match!?”
Courtney was stunned by Scott’s anger and tone toward her. She felt as if she took one for the team … without actually having to take one for the team. In her eyes, win… win.
“He could have jawed you! You could have fell off the apron! Anything can happen out there Court’ this is not a play ground! You have to think!” Scott continued. “What the hell were you thinking!?”
Courtney’s patience was nearing their threshold, “You WON didn’t you!?”
Her tone snapped Scott out of his little fit of rage and he realized screaming about the past never got anyone anything in the present. He calmed himself but refusing to give up his ground he replied; “that’s not the point, Court’.”
“Well, I’m safe. You won. And now we move on to round two… so all in all this was a good night and I helped just like I told you I would!” Courtney reasons with Scott. “This Kerry guy got lucky the first time around, no way he can pull it off twice.”
Courtney looks at Scott, his face solemn and stone like. She starts to grin and and follows up the serious statement with a sarcastic comment. “Not on my man…”
Scott can’t hold back any longer and burst into laughter at his ring accompaniments’ jokey delivery.
“Alright but …” Scott leans in toward Courtney and the two embrace. “You understand why I worry right?”
She pulls back enough to look Scott in the face and reply; “I do and I willing to prove myself again, but I think tonight should show you I can handle my self out there, babe.”
“You did great.” Scott responds and the two lock lips momentarily. “You really did.”
Courtney lights up like the fireworks at Gas Works Park on the fourth of July. The two share a bit of a moment before continuing into the small backstage area where they run into Gail Martin looking as if she wants a moment of their time. They oblige her and stop in the hall way as Gail and the camera man set up for the shot.
[SUP](Gail stands to the left of Scott and Courtney. Scott is still profusely sweating from his match moments ago. Courtney makes a lackluster attempt to fix her hair and applies a bit more effort in grabbing her top to hoist her breasts up. Gail assuming all parties are ready motions to camera man.)
Gail: I’m here with Scott Douglas and Courtney Allen. Scott, JUST last week you were OUT of the running’s for the Emerald City Championship after that devastating loss to Kerry Kuroyama on episode TWO of Chain Reaction… only one short week later you are officially in ROUND TWO. How’s that feel?”
(Gail extends the microphone to Scott.)
Scott: Gail it feels great honestly. I slipped momentarily but now I’ve got it back on track and I’m going all the way! Kerry Kuroyama’s entire style is pretty see through and this time around their will be no mistakes.
(Gail pulls the microphone back.)
Gail: Some might say that without the assistance and distraction of your girl friend and new valet you may not have captured this second chance tonight.
(Gail moves the microphone back toward Scott. Courtney reaches out and pulls it toward herself.)
Courtney: Don’t doubt Scotty! He has this wrapped up! He is the best Seattle has to offer!
(Courtney lets go of the microphone and Gail lets it swing back toward Scott. Courtney grabs it again before
Scott can speak.)
Courtney: …and the WORLD!
(She lets go again and Gail pulls the microphone back to herself momentarily.)
Gail: Scott?
(Scott looks toward Courtney with a smirk on his face.)
Scott: You good?
(Courtney lets out a chuckle and motions that she is done. Scott appears to be amused by her enthusiasm)
Scott: Well, Gail … you heard her.
(Scott laughs)
Scott: Two more matches to go and it’s all said and done.
(Scott turns his attention to the camera rather than Gail.)
Scott: Kerry, this time you can train and you can practice every reverse to every move you can find footage of me executing. Your sensei can powder your ass, and have you prim, proper, and ready to go for episode four…
(Scott pauses and throws his arm over Courtney’s shoulder and pulls her in tight.)
Scott: But none of that will get you the win this time! Back against the wall, eyes on the prize. Seattle … do or die!
(Gail pulls the microphone back to herself. Scott and Courtney turn to walk away. Courtney shouts as they exit.)
Courtney: POP, POP!!
(Gail turns the camera.)
Gail: That was “Sup Pop” Scott Douglas who just advanced to round two of the Emerald City Championship Tournament. Courtney Allen will most certainly be in toe for the foreseeable future. I’m Gail Martin for the IWF.
(Black.)[/SUP]
“You know we’ve got to talk about this right.” Scott told Courtney.
She answered, “I know. Wasn’t I awesome though?”
“Yeah, you were pretty awesome.”
“Yeah babe! That was amazing!” Courtney proclaimed as she and Scott hit the backstage area directly following his Battle Royal victory.
Courtney had ignored Scott’s direction and had involved herself in the match. Her contribution, although quite effortless and arguably the catalyst of the victory, placed her in a significant amount of danger. Scott was pleased with the outcome but furious with his brand new valet.
“What the f-ck was that Court’!?” Scott screamed. “You show up out the blue and put me on the spot like that and then you interfere with the match!?”
Courtney was stunned by Scott’s anger and tone toward her. She felt as if she took one for the team … without actually having to take one for the team. In her eyes, win… win.
“He could have jawed you! You could have fell off the apron! Anything can happen out there Court’ this is not a play ground! You have to think!” Scott continued. “What the hell were you thinking!?”
Courtney’s patience was nearing their threshold, “You WON didn’t you!?”
Her tone snapped Scott out of his little fit of rage and he realized screaming about the past never got anyone anything in the present. He calmed himself but refusing to give up his ground he replied; “that’s not the point, Court’.”
“Well, I’m safe. You won. And now we move on to round two… so all in all this was a good night and I helped just like I told you I would!” Courtney reasons with Scott. “This Kerry guy got lucky the first time around, no way he can pull it off twice.”
Courtney looks at Scott, his face solemn and stone like. She starts to grin and and follows up the serious statement with a sarcastic comment. “Not on my man…”
Scott can’t hold back any longer and burst into laughter at his ring accompaniments’ jokey delivery.
“Alright but …” Scott leans in toward Courtney and the two embrace. “You understand why I worry right?”
She pulls back enough to look Scott in the face and reply; “I do and I willing to prove myself again, but I think tonight should show you I can handle my self out there, babe.”
“You did great.” Scott responds and the two lock lips momentarily. “You really did.”
Courtney lights up like the fireworks at Gas Works Park on the fourth of July. The two share a bit of a moment before continuing into the small backstage area where they run into Gail Martin looking as if she wants a moment of their time. They oblige her and stop in the hall way as Gail and the camera man set up for the shot.
[SUP](Gail stands to the left of Scott and Courtney. Scott is still profusely sweating from his match moments ago. Courtney makes a lackluster attempt to fix her hair and applies a bit more effort in grabbing her top to hoist her breasts up. Gail assuming all parties are ready motions to camera man.)
Gail: I’m here with Scott Douglas and Courtney Allen. Scott, JUST last week you were OUT of the running’s for the Emerald City Championship after that devastating loss to Kerry Kuroyama on episode TWO of Chain Reaction… only one short week later you are officially in ROUND TWO. How’s that feel?”
(Gail extends the microphone to Scott.)
Scott: Gail it feels great honestly. I slipped momentarily but now I’ve got it back on track and I’m going all the way! Kerry Kuroyama’s entire style is pretty see through and this time around their will be no mistakes.
(Gail pulls the microphone back.)
Gail: Some might say that without the assistance and distraction of your girl friend and new valet you may not have captured this second chance tonight.
(Gail moves the microphone back toward Scott. Courtney reaches out and pulls it toward herself.)
Courtney: Don’t doubt Scotty! He has this wrapped up! He is the best Seattle has to offer!
(Courtney lets go of the microphone and Gail lets it swing back toward Scott. Courtney grabs it again before
Scott can speak.)
Courtney: …and the WORLD!
(She lets go again and Gail pulls the microphone back to herself momentarily.)
Gail: Scott?
(Scott looks toward Courtney with a smirk on his face.)
Scott: You good?
(Courtney lets out a chuckle and motions that she is done. Scott appears to be amused by her enthusiasm)
Scott: Well, Gail … you heard her.
(Scott laughs)
Scott: Two more matches to go and it’s all said and done.
(Scott turns his attention to the camera rather than Gail.)
Scott: Kerry, this time you can train and you can practice every reverse to every move you can find footage of me executing. Your sensei can powder your ass, and have you prim, proper, and ready to go for episode four…
(Scott pauses and throws his arm over Courtney’s shoulder and pulls her in tight.)
Scott: But none of that will get you the win this time! Back against the wall, eyes on the prize. Seattle … do or die!
(Gail pulls the microphone back to herself. Scott and Courtney turn to walk away. Courtney shouts as they exit.)
Courtney: POP, POP!!
(Gail turns the camera.)
Gail: That was “Sup Pop” Scott Douglas who just advanced to round two of the Emerald City Championship Tournament. Courtney Allen will most certainly be in toe for the foreseeable future. I’m Gail Martin for the IWF.
(Black.)[/SUP]
“You know we’ve got to talk about this right.” Scott told Courtney.
She answered, “I know. Wasn’t I awesome though?”
“Yeah, you were pretty awesome.”
BWade
Grandma Took Me Home
No Place Like Home, Part IX (Stratego)
"Court' I'm back. You up?" Scott called out as he stepped in Courtney's small apartment. He dropped his gym bag and made his way to the kitchen and started his post-gym ritual. "Courtney?”
"Scotty? Is that you?" Courtney called out timidly over the screeching of the shower as she twisted the worn out knobs off.
"Yeah it’s me!" Scott shouted back as he settled into the couch in front of the television and began flipping channels. Courtney finished up her shower, wrapped herself and her hair each in a towel and walked into the living room to see Scott sprawled out on the couch feverishly mashing at the remote control.
"Comfortable?" she asks Scott; her tone implying that she didn't appreciate his sweaty gyms clothes on her couch nor his tennis shoes on her coffee table. Scott was oblivious to this fact.
Between gulps of protein shake he managed to belch out a reply; "You ever notice how sporadic the schedule for The Fuse is?"
"Actually yeah … I have.” Courtney replies as the thought hits her for the first time. “I don't have a clue when it comes on or what channel to be honest. It must be a pill to work with that Anderson." Courtney responds. Scott acknowledges her with a polite chuckle muzzled by the cup jammed against his face as he coaxes the last bit of protein laced sludge from the bottom.
Courtney sits down on the opposite end of the couch, gets comfortable and takes this opportunity to nudge Scott toward taking the next step in their relatively recently reunited relationship. "Hey, umm... Have you giving anymore thought to moving in? You've slept here the past week and most of the week before. I think it just makes sense babe."
"Well," Scott stalls, "I've thought about it some. It's been hectic lately, you know that." Scott retreats and continues to deflect the issue as goes to the kitchen. "I have this re-match coming up and you know as well as I do I have to win this one. No room for mistakes."
His tone and overall attempt to change the subject didn't escape Courtney. She saw right through it but decided to roll with the punches for the time being. "I know babe. It's an important match. I get that. So what's the plan?"
"Same as it ever was. Stay focused, train hard and just go in there and get it done like I have a hundred times before.” Scott tells her as he plops back down on the couch.
Courtney adjusts her position after being disrupted by Scott’s apparent need to go high risk just to have a seat. She gets comfortable again and asks, "Is there anything special you could be doing? I don't know like training somehow in a specific way to face Kuroyama?"
Scott bursts into laughter, "What like take a class in how to reverse his signature holds?"
Courtney doesn't get the joke. "Yeah, I don’t see why not?"
"Sure thing..." Scott tries to contain himself, "I'll just head down to the Dojo and see if ol' Frank what's his face will give me a private lesson."
“Frank? Kuroyama’s sensei?” Courtney slowly caught on. “Well, granted, that is out of the question assuming Mr. Ares is a man of at least some integrity… but I think it’s still a sound idea.” Courtney reaches for the laptop from the coffee table. “What’s his go to?”
“What are you gonna do babe? Google it?” Scott asks laughing.
Courtney opens up her laptop and powers it up.
Scott continues flipping through the channels and launches into self serving sermon, “I love your enthusiasm … but I’ll save you the time. His specialty or go to, if that’s what you want to call it, is the Kuroyama Driver. A move almost as complex as the incredibly inventive name I assume his father’s … father’s uncle’s aunt gave it.” Scott pauses for the laugh. He doesn’t receive one. “It’s nothing more than the Emerald Flowsion. Great move, right? Right. Until you add the useless pump handle to the front of it. I’m getting a drink, you want one?”
Courtney closes her computer, mostly out of spite, and asks, “No, I’m fine… So then how do you reverse, or avoid it … oh wise one?”
Scott gets a kick out of Courtney’s smugness, and mostly out of spite as well, continues. “I was getting there. Slow down Google.”
Courtney rolls her eyes.
“As I was saying, the Emerald Flowsion on its own is pretty decent move. It employees the same intent as The Sub Pop; drop the son of a ***** on his head. Although, I feel it’s worth mentioning, the Fisherman Suplex method of deployment for said head dropping … is much more effective.” Scott banters on.
“Wait, why is that Tenay?” Courtney asks snidely.
“Good reference.” Scott quickly commends her before moving on. “That’s simple. The Flowsion drives the man’s head into the mat while you’re falling with him… and at best he is coming down from hip height. Granted you’re in pretty good position for the pin but if it does what it is supposed to that shouldn’t even matter.”
Courtney interrupts, “That sounds effective though. Why is your soooooo much better?”
“Patience women. Patience.” Scott laughs, “Ok, so … The Flowsion is using the combined body weight, albeit lacking the necessary height to achieve maximum velocity, to create a damaging impact. Sound idea but why not use gravity to bolster the overall intended effect? I’m putting their head at shoulder height and the mass of their weight above my head. In this position they fall further, a foot or two … but further … and I use the added height to increase fall speed which of course in turn lends to the overall velocity achieved.” Scott pauses to silently gloat as Courtney sorts out the logistics in her head.
“Ok … but” Courtney begins, but is interrupted.
“Oh I’m not done … not by a long shot baby. You’ve also got to take into consideration how much of this impact after a long, assumingly hard fought, match you yourself are going to take. I take a bump, smack the matt under my own weight, yes but, the majority of the blow is directed all to the side of which some poor bastards head resides. With the Flowsion … you take a considerable amount that impact yourself.”
Courtney starts to get frustrated with Scott’s condescending tone. “Ok fine. Let’s assume your physics are correct. You still haven’t made it to the real point of this verbal workout you’re so enthralled with giving yourself.”
Scott reaches for Courtney’s cigarettes on the coffee table and lights up. He takes a drag and exhales and he tells her, “Well, and that takes us back to the incredibly useless addition to an otherwise sufficient move; Pump Handle mount. He might as well lean down and tell you he is about to take it home. Punch drunk, asleep on your feet, groggy … whatever if the dumbass puts your hand between your own legs, at the very least fall down. It’s a huge red flag that would wake anyone up … you can see it coming from a mile away.”
“Ha! But that is how you can avoid it. How can you reverse it in the off chance you find yourself going for a ride? That’s what they say right? Going for a ride?” Courtney excitedly retorts.
Scott, feeling as if he has already bested Courtney, soaks in his victory with a smirk. “Really Court’? Where is he going to put you?” Courtney attempts to answer but is drowned out by Scott, “On. His. Shoulder! Exactly. At worst slide off behind him, drop kick the knees, and … I don’t know, uh bulldog! Or drop kick him in the back of the head. Victors choice.”
“At best?” Courtney asks.
Scott thinks for a second, “On your way down, hook the neck; Inverted DDT. One, two, three. See I got this, you don’t need to Google anything and I certainly don’t need to sit here going over and over in my head what I might or could …” Scott pauses and realizes who really won this cold war of wits. “Ok … alright. You got me. That was good.”
Courtney takes her victory with a bit of candor and chooses not to rub it in Scott face … too much. “I never was going to Google anything. I just got the computer out to look up the Fuse. It’s an internet show by the way. Still though … odd schedule.”
"Court' I'm back. You up?" Scott called out as he stepped in Courtney's small apartment. He dropped his gym bag and made his way to the kitchen and started his post-gym ritual. "Courtney?”
"Scotty? Is that you?" Courtney called out timidly over the screeching of the shower as she twisted the worn out knobs off.
"Yeah it’s me!" Scott shouted back as he settled into the couch in front of the television and began flipping channels. Courtney finished up her shower, wrapped herself and her hair each in a towel and walked into the living room to see Scott sprawled out on the couch feverishly mashing at the remote control.
"Comfortable?" she asks Scott; her tone implying that she didn't appreciate his sweaty gyms clothes on her couch nor his tennis shoes on her coffee table. Scott was oblivious to this fact.
Between gulps of protein shake he managed to belch out a reply; "You ever notice how sporadic the schedule for The Fuse is?"
"Actually yeah … I have.” Courtney replies as the thought hits her for the first time. “I don't have a clue when it comes on or what channel to be honest. It must be a pill to work with that Anderson." Courtney responds. Scott acknowledges her with a polite chuckle muzzled by the cup jammed against his face as he coaxes the last bit of protein laced sludge from the bottom.
Courtney sits down on the opposite end of the couch, gets comfortable and takes this opportunity to nudge Scott toward taking the next step in their relatively recently reunited relationship. "Hey, umm... Have you giving anymore thought to moving in? You've slept here the past week and most of the week before. I think it just makes sense babe."
"Well," Scott stalls, "I've thought about it some. It's been hectic lately, you know that." Scott retreats and continues to deflect the issue as goes to the kitchen. "I have this re-match coming up and you know as well as I do I have to win this one. No room for mistakes."
His tone and overall attempt to change the subject didn't escape Courtney. She saw right through it but decided to roll with the punches for the time being. "I know babe. It's an important match. I get that. So what's the plan?"
"Same as it ever was. Stay focused, train hard and just go in there and get it done like I have a hundred times before.” Scott tells her as he plops back down on the couch.
Courtney adjusts her position after being disrupted by Scott’s apparent need to go high risk just to have a seat. She gets comfortable again and asks, "Is there anything special you could be doing? I don't know like training somehow in a specific way to face Kuroyama?"
Scott bursts into laughter, "What like take a class in how to reverse his signature holds?"
Courtney doesn't get the joke. "Yeah, I don’t see why not?"
"Sure thing..." Scott tries to contain himself, "I'll just head down to the Dojo and see if ol' Frank what's his face will give me a private lesson."
“Frank? Kuroyama’s sensei?” Courtney slowly caught on. “Well, granted, that is out of the question assuming Mr. Ares is a man of at least some integrity… but I think it’s still a sound idea.” Courtney reaches for the laptop from the coffee table. “What’s his go to?”
“What are you gonna do babe? Google it?” Scott asks laughing.
Courtney opens up her laptop and powers it up.
Scott continues flipping through the channels and launches into self serving sermon, “I love your enthusiasm … but I’ll save you the time. His specialty or go to, if that’s what you want to call it, is the Kuroyama Driver. A move almost as complex as the incredibly inventive name I assume his father’s … father’s uncle’s aunt gave it.” Scott pauses for the laugh. He doesn’t receive one. “It’s nothing more than the Emerald Flowsion. Great move, right? Right. Until you add the useless pump handle to the front of it. I’m getting a drink, you want one?”
Courtney closes her computer, mostly out of spite, and asks, “No, I’m fine… So then how do you reverse, or avoid it … oh wise one?”
Scott gets a kick out of Courtney’s smugness, and mostly out of spite as well, continues. “I was getting there. Slow down Google.”
Courtney rolls her eyes.
“As I was saying, the Emerald Flowsion on its own is pretty decent move. It employees the same intent as The Sub Pop; drop the son of a ***** on his head. Although, I feel it’s worth mentioning, the Fisherman Suplex method of deployment for said head dropping … is much more effective.” Scott banters on.
“Wait, why is that Tenay?” Courtney asks snidely.
“Good reference.” Scott quickly commends her before moving on. “That’s simple. The Flowsion drives the man’s head into the mat while you’re falling with him… and at best he is coming down from hip height. Granted you’re in pretty good position for the pin but if it does what it is supposed to that shouldn’t even matter.”
Courtney interrupts, “That sounds effective though. Why is your soooooo much better?”
“Patience women. Patience.” Scott laughs, “Ok, so … The Flowsion is using the combined body weight, albeit lacking the necessary height to achieve maximum velocity, to create a damaging impact. Sound idea but why not use gravity to bolster the overall intended effect? I’m putting their head at shoulder height and the mass of their weight above my head. In this position they fall further, a foot or two … but further … and I use the added height to increase fall speed which of course in turn lends to the overall velocity achieved.” Scott pauses to silently gloat as Courtney sorts out the logistics in her head.
“Ok … but” Courtney begins, but is interrupted.
“Oh I’m not done … not by a long shot baby. You’ve also got to take into consideration how much of this impact after a long, assumingly hard fought, match you yourself are going to take. I take a bump, smack the matt under my own weight, yes but, the majority of the blow is directed all to the side of which some poor bastards head resides. With the Flowsion … you take a considerable amount that impact yourself.”
Courtney starts to get frustrated with Scott’s condescending tone. “Ok fine. Let’s assume your physics are correct. You still haven’t made it to the real point of this verbal workout you’re so enthralled with giving yourself.”
Scott reaches for Courtney’s cigarettes on the coffee table and lights up. He takes a drag and exhales and he tells her, “Well, and that takes us back to the incredibly useless addition to an otherwise sufficient move; Pump Handle mount. He might as well lean down and tell you he is about to take it home. Punch drunk, asleep on your feet, groggy … whatever if the dumbass puts your hand between your own legs, at the very least fall down. It’s a huge red flag that would wake anyone up … you can see it coming from a mile away.”
“Ha! But that is how you can avoid it. How can you reverse it in the off chance you find yourself going for a ride? That’s what they say right? Going for a ride?” Courtney excitedly retorts.
Scott, feeling as if he has already bested Courtney, soaks in his victory with a smirk. “Really Court’? Where is he going to put you?” Courtney attempts to answer but is drowned out by Scott, “On. His. Shoulder! Exactly. At worst slide off behind him, drop kick the knees, and … I don’t know, uh bulldog! Or drop kick him in the back of the head. Victors choice.”
“At best?” Courtney asks.
Scott thinks for a second, “On your way down, hook the neck; Inverted DDT. One, two, three. See I got this, you don’t need to Google anything and I certainly don’t need to sit here going over and over in my head what I might or could …” Scott pauses and realizes who really won this cold war of wits. “Ok … alright. You got me. That was good.”
Courtney takes her victory with a bit of candor and chooses not to rub it in Scott face … too much. “I never was going to Google anything. I just got the computer out to look up the Fuse. It’s an internet show by the way. Still though … odd schedule.”