Post by russellmorris on Jul 10, 2011 20:25:28 GMT -5
*Hank Brown is standing in front of a WCF logo in the WCF Arena.*
Brown: Ladies and gentlemen, joining me now is the man who won the six-man match last week in his debut to move into the “winner’s bracket” for the final spot in the Ultimate Showdown main event, “Magnificent” Russell Morris.
*Russell walks on to camera with Annabelle. Russell is in a charcoal Hugo Boss suit, light blue button down with the top two buttons unbuttoned, burgundy Rockports and Ray-bans. Annabelle is in a form-fitting black dress. As Hank Brown starts his questions, Russell removes his sunglasses and places them inside his jacket pocket.*
Brown: Russell, you came into WCF and won your first match. How do you feel?
Russell: *rubbing his hands together before answering* Hank Brown, did I not tell you I would go down as the man who would win the six-man match in his WCF debut?
Brown: *cutting Russell off* Well… not to get into semantics argument, but you did say that would be against Creeping Death.
Russell: *shoots an icy glare at Hank Brown* Brown, I’m gonna tell you this one time, don’t you ever cut me off in the middle of an interview. Did you miss that bit of information in your three hour course in interviewing at White Bread State Community College? *Brown steps back offended* So how bout you shut your mouth and lemme talk you little pigmy. *Russell smirks and Annabelle tries to hide her laughter* But yeah, I’ve been feelin’ pretty good since I won. (in a blatently loud whisper to Brown) This is where you ask the next question.
Brown: *Brown curls his upper lip, trying to maintain his professionalism. He continues* Last week, there was a heated war of words between you and some of the other combatants in your match, but that seems to have subsided this week. Any reasoning for that?
Russell: Well, I think that my two combatants, oh hell, let’s call them what they really are, stepping stones, realize that I can back up EVERYTHING I say. When I say I’m gonna do something, brotha, you can take it to the bank.
Brown: *Reading his next question* Obviously, you saw the second six-person match last week. How do you feel you match up with the other winner, Aubrey Summers?
Russell: *looking up as if thinking* Aubrey Summers? Aubrey Summers? Hmmm…(Annabelle whispers in his ear) OH, the fluke floozy. (to Annabelle), She’s the one hookin’ up with Roy Speede, right? *Annabelle nods in agreement* I mean, good for Roy, he’s gotta the finest broad from West Palm Beach, which I guess isn’t saying much considering its her and a bunch of old Jewish retirees and people who swam to this country. *Hank Brown’s eyes open wide, shocked by the statement* Who can really focus on her with THIS *motioning towards Annabelle* at ringside. So, Aubrey, go ahead and tell your little boyfriend to be ready to wipe your tears when you get backstage, because sweetheart, I don’t care if you are a man or a woman, I’m gonna wipe the mat with ya.
Brown: Now come on Morris, you saw how she took care of her opponents last week.
Russell: Hank Brown, you trying to play voice of reason here? Was I in that match?
Brown: *confused* What?!
Russell: Simple yes or no question. Was I in that match?
Brown: *confused still* No. What’s your point?
Russell: Then I have no reason to think that I can’t, and won’t beat her.
Brown: *tired of this* Now, come on Russ. She’s 2-0 in WCF.
Russell: Well, even the blind squirrel finds the nut. It’s dumb luck. Trust me, I’m gonna put the first blemish on that record. *Brown rolls his eyes, lets out an audible sigh and grabs right between his eyes above the bridge of his nose.* Don’t gimme that treatment Brown. You’re job isn’t to critique what I have to say, just ask the questions.
Brown: *Rolling his eyes again before continuing* So, what about Jay Price?
Russell: That big mongoloid from Philly? I mean, Price, your theme is “4 Words to Choke On.” I think that is a little different, because aren’t you looking for 4 INCHES to choke on?
Brown: *Pulling the mic back furiously* NO! YOU CANNOT SAY THAT! THIS IS TV DAMMIT! YOU DO IT AGAIN AND I WILL HAVE YOU SENT BACK TO TEXAS FASTER THAN YOU CAN SAY “LOUDMOUTH TEXAS BLOWHARD”!
Russell: Damn Hank. Chill out! You don’t wanna pop a blood vessel on television.
Brown: *Regaining his composure* Jay Price? And watch it.
Russell: Well, before the little pigmy over here has a heart attack *Hank Brown throws his arms up, as if to say “What can I do?”*, Price, you are coming back in this match and I don’t blame you. I would wanna come back to wrestle the best *pointing to himself and mouthing “Me”*, so I welcome your challenge, and just wanna apologize in advance for spoiling your big comeback.
Brown: *breaking his professionalism* Let’s wrap this up. *Turning to Annabelle* So, what are your opinions on this week’s match?
Russell: *Pushing Hank Brown’s extended arm up and looking at Brown* Whoa whoa whoa! You know I love my little girl here, but my job is to wrestle and talk, hers is to stand with her man and be sexy as hell. I am the star in this situation, I’ll be the one to talk. (Back into the camera as his voice grows louder.) Because ya see, the fact of the matter is, I am the fastest growing star in WCF. Whether I beat Aubrey or Jay this week, if I have to go through the whole damn roster, I will be in the Ultimate Showdown main event! And THAT…(collecting himself before finishing at his regular volume) is just the way it is.
*Russell puts his sunglasses on, buttons his jacket and locks arms with Annabelle walking off screen.*
Brown: *watches him walk away with a look of distain* “Magnificent” Russell Morris, seemingly ready for his next match this Monday. (thinking he’s off air) What an unbelievable ass!
Brown: Ladies and gentlemen, joining me now is the man who won the six-man match last week in his debut to move into the “winner’s bracket” for the final spot in the Ultimate Showdown main event, “Magnificent” Russell Morris.
*Russell walks on to camera with Annabelle. Russell is in a charcoal Hugo Boss suit, light blue button down with the top two buttons unbuttoned, burgundy Rockports and Ray-bans. Annabelle is in a form-fitting black dress. As Hank Brown starts his questions, Russell removes his sunglasses and places them inside his jacket pocket.*
Brown: Russell, you came into WCF and won your first match. How do you feel?
Russell: *rubbing his hands together before answering* Hank Brown, did I not tell you I would go down as the man who would win the six-man match in his WCF debut?
Brown: *cutting Russell off* Well… not to get into semantics argument, but you did say that would be against Creeping Death.
Russell: *shoots an icy glare at Hank Brown* Brown, I’m gonna tell you this one time, don’t you ever cut me off in the middle of an interview. Did you miss that bit of information in your three hour course in interviewing at White Bread State Community College? *Brown steps back offended* So how bout you shut your mouth and lemme talk you little pigmy. *Russell smirks and Annabelle tries to hide her laughter* But yeah, I’ve been feelin’ pretty good since I won. (in a blatently loud whisper to Brown) This is where you ask the next question.
Brown: *Brown curls his upper lip, trying to maintain his professionalism. He continues* Last week, there was a heated war of words between you and some of the other combatants in your match, but that seems to have subsided this week. Any reasoning for that?
Russell: Well, I think that my two combatants, oh hell, let’s call them what they really are, stepping stones, realize that I can back up EVERYTHING I say. When I say I’m gonna do something, brotha, you can take it to the bank.
Brown: *Reading his next question* Obviously, you saw the second six-person match last week. How do you feel you match up with the other winner, Aubrey Summers?
Russell: *looking up as if thinking* Aubrey Summers? Aubrey Summers? Hmmm…(Annabelle whispers in his ear) OH, the fluke floozy. (to Annabelle), She’s the one hookin’ up with Roy Speede, right? *Annabelle nods in agreement* I mean, good for Roy, he’s gotta the finest broad from West Palm Beach, which I guess isn’t saying much considering its her and a bunch of old Jewish retirees and people who swam to this country. *Hank Brown’s eyes open wide, shocked by the statement* Who can really focus on her with THIS *motioning towards Annabelle* at ringside. So, Aubrey, go ahead and tell your little boyfriend to be ready to wipe your tears when you get backstage, because sweetheart, I don’t care if you are a man or a woman, I’m gonna wipe the mat with ya.
Brown: Now come on Morris, you saw how she took care of her opponents last week.
Russell: Hank Brown, you trying to play voice of reason here? Was I in that match?
Brown: *confused* What?!
Russell: Simple yes or no question. Was I in that match?
Brown: *confused still* No. What’s your point?
Russell: Then I have no reason to think that I can’t, and won’t beat her.
Brown: *tired of this* Now, come on Russ. She’s 2-0 in WCF.
Russell: Well, even the blind squirrel finds the nut. It’s dumb luck. Trust me, I’m gonna put the first blemish on that record. *Brown rolls his eyes, lets out an audible sigh and grabs right between his eyes above the bridge of his nose.* Don’t gimme that treatment Brown. You’re job isn’t to critique what I have to say, just ask the questions.
Brown: *Rolling his eyes again before continuing* So, what about Jay Price?
Russell: That big mongoloid from Philly? I mean, Price, your theme is “4 Words to Choke On.” I think that is a little different, because aren’t you looking for 4 INCHES to choke on?
Brown: *Pulling the mic back furiously* NO! YOU CANNOT SAY THAT! THIS IS TV DAMMIT! YOU DO IT AGAIN AND I WILL HAVE YOU SENT BACK TO TEXAS FASTER THAN YOU CAN SAY “LOUDMOUTH TEXAS BLOWHARD”!
Russell: Damn Hank. Chill out! You don’t wanna pop a blood vessel on television.
Brown: *Regaining his composure* Jay Price? And watch it.
Russell: Well, before the little pigmy over here has a heart attack *Hank Brown throws his arms up, as if to say “What can I do?”*, Price, you are coming back in this match and I don’t blame you. I would wanna come back to wrestle the best *pointing to himself and mouthing “Me”*, so I welcome your challenge, and just wanna apologize in advance for spoiling your big comeback.
Brown: *breaking his professionalism* Let’s wrap this up. *Turning to Annabelle* So, what are your opinions on this week’s match?
Russell: *Pushing Hank Brown’s extended arm up and looking at Brown* Whoa whoa whoa! You know I love my little girl here, but my job is to wrestle and talk, hers is to stand with her man and be sexy as hell. I am the star in this situation, I’ll be the one to talk. (Back into the camera as his voice grows louder.) Because ya see, the fact of the matter is, I am the fastest growing star in WCF. Whether I beat Aubrey or Jay this week, if I have to go through the whole damn roster, I will be in the Ultimate Showdown main event! And THAT…(collecting himself before finishing at his regular volume) is just the way it is.
*Russell puts his sunglasses on, buttons his jacket and locks arms with Annabelle walking off screen.*
Brown: *watches him walk away with a look of distain* “Magnificent” Russell Morris, seemingly ready for his next match this Monday. (thinking he’s off air) What an unbelievable ass!
