Post by russellmorris on Jul 15, 2011 1:22:16 GMT -5
*Russell is working with Mikey in the ring at a Lancaster gym, teaching him how to properly take bumps.*
Russell: Okay Mikey, lock up with me.
*The two lock up, go through a quick succession of running the ropes, clotheslines, then Mikey armdrags Russell and locks him in a hammerlock.*
Mikey: (proudly) How’s this cuz?
Russell: (wincing slightly) Good. *He then reverses into a hammerlock of his own* But not good enough.
Annabelle: Russ, time babe.
*Annabelle points to the clock on the wall. Russell has a promo to film in 20 minutes, so he breaks the hold with Mikey and rolls out of the ring, quickly followed by his cousin. The two have a quick chat about Mikey’s progress while heading to the locker room. About 15 minutes later, Russell emerges in a suit for his promo. Annabelle emerges from the ladies locker room, hopping as she puts on her second heel. The three of them step outside into the center of town in Lancaster. Waiting for them is Hank Brown and his camera crew. Russell directs Mikey where to stand as the crew sets the cameras and checks the equipment. Hank Brown counts off the film and begins.*
Hank Brown: Ladies and gentlemen, we are here in Lancaster, Pennsylvania with one of the four competitors in the return of the “Over the top rope, you’re fired match” this Monday at Ultimate Showdown, Russell Morris, and his valet Annabelle. Before we get into the upcoming match, let’s go back to your match this past Monday at Blast.
Russell: Gotta drag that back up don’t we Hank? *Pulling out and opening his wallet*How much will it cost me for you to drop it?
Brown: My journalistic integrity can’t be bought. (Realizing he can pay Morris back for last week) Certainly such a crushing, annihilating defeat has to sting a little bit.
Russell: *shooting Hank Brown an icy glare* Yeah, just a bit.
Brown: I mean, insulted and embarrassed in front of your girlfriend in person and all the TV viewers at home. (laughing at Morris) You sucked.
*Morris clinches his fist, but Annabelle grabs his arm before he can throw a punch. Mikey’s ears are perked as he watches from behind the camera. Morris continues.*
Russell: Yeah, it was a disappointing loss. But I’m learning from my mistakes there and moving on towards this coming week.
Brown: Good segue way, this week, you will face Paul Montouri, Tek and Steve Thunder in an “Over the top rope, you’re fired” match? (trying to get under Morris’s skin more) So here is your chance to say goodbye to the WCF audience?
Morris: Look you little snot, you cut this trash talk out and do your job or, so help me God, I will have your nuts as a door knocker on my house. (Brown looks at Morris with big eyes, never seeing Morris actually look serious with a threat. Annabelle rubs Morris’s shoulders to calm him down.) So would you like to ask that question again? Maybe a little less attitude and commentary and a little more doing your damn job.
Brown: Well…how do you feel you match up with your opponents this week?
Morris: *Looking into the camera* Everyone knows how I feel about Tek and Montouri, and I know I can beat them. Hell, I personally eliminated Paul in the final two my first night in WCF. And as for Steve Thunder, brotha, a strong wind could come through and knock you out of the way. *Turning back to Hank Brown* You know, Hank, I don’t have to hoot and holler and rant and rave to tell you how I’m better than these guys. You see, its all in the numbers.
Brown: The numbers?
Morris: The numbers game Hank Brown. Think of it this way and maybe you and these 6th grade dropouts out here in TV land can comprehend. (Mockingly) That means understand. *Brown shoots a glare back at Morris* The fact is, there will be 10,000 fans in the Giant Center this Monday. Divide by the weight of competitors, 833 lbs, in this match. That gives you 12, which also happens to be the IQ of the other three Neanderthals in this match combined. Divide that by the number of wrestlers in this match and you get three, which ironically, is the exact same number of careers I’ll be ending this Monday in Hershey. So, fellas, go drown your sorrows in chocolate like the little boys you are and leave the wrestling business to a real man. Because I will be taking care of b’ness the way I always do. I don’t need this job, because I have more money than you’ll ever have, better looking women *pulling Annabelle into his side* than you ever will have, but you boys are gonna give me something I’ve never had, a start to my collection of wrestlers whose career’s I have put out of their misery. So have your spot in the unemployment line ready like all the other pathetic losers who don’t try to make something of themselves, because Paul, Tek, Steve, I’m putting an end to your career and that’s just the way it is.
*Russell and Annabelle walk off camera, also getting Mikey once off camera. Brown watches him walk off*
Brown: “Magnificent” Russell Morris, promising to end the careers of three other WCF wrestlers. (Seeing if Morris is out of earshot) And I hope one of them can get rid of him.
*Later that evening, Russell, Annabelle and Mikey are sitting in their dugout box seats at Clipper Magazine Stadium, enjoying the Lancaster Barnstormers against the Bridgeport Bluefish. In the fourth inning, Mikey decides to get up to get a drink. In the middle of the sixth, Annabelle turns to Russell.*
Annabelle: Where’s Mikey?
Russell: (standing) Was just going to get a drink? Lemme go check.
*Russell goes up to the concourse and begins walking, before noticing Mikey two sections over with his arm around a girl in a Lampeter-Strasburg High School color guard shirt. Russell just gets a huge grin ear-to-ear. He goes back and sits. Annabelle asks the obvious question.*
Annabelle: Where’s Mikey?
*Russell just points back to where his cousin is sitting. Mikey, but not the girl, notices Russell and Annabelle looking. Annabelle smiles and Russell points at Mikey, who returns it to Russell. Russell puts his arm around Annabelle and they get comfortable for the rest of the game. After the game, Russell and Annabelle walk out. As soon as they walk out of the gate, Russell stops Annabelle and ducks in behind a wall, peaking around.*
Annabelle: What?!
Russell: Look at Mikey!
*The two look to see Mikey sharing a passionate kiss with the girl he met at the game. Russell beams with pride as Annabelle covers her mouth. The young couple quit kissing after the girl’s friends call for her to join them. The two exchange info and the girl gives Mikey another peck on the cheek. He watches as she joins her friends. He leans up against the wall as the girl looks back at him. His concentration is broken by his cousin who jumps on his back.*
Russell: MIKEY! Dude, there you go baby! (collecting himself) I’m proud of you little man.
Mikey: *Shaking his head* Thanks cuz.
*Mikey cracks a big smile as he walks to the Tahoe. Russell looks with his big grin back at Annabelle, who is shaking her head too.*
Russell: What?!
Annabelle: You are so dumb.
Russell: (As Annabelle walks past him) Oh I am?!
*He chases her to the car into a crowd of people so dense, we can’t see Russell and Annabelle anymore.*
Russell: Okay Mikey, lock up with me.
*The two lock up, go through a quick succession of running the ropes, clotheslines, then Mikey armdrags Russell and locks him in a hammerlock.*
Mikey: (proudly) How’s this cuz?
Russell: (wincing slightly) Good. *He then reverses into a hammerlock of his own* But not good enough.
Annabelle: Russ, time babe.
*Annabelle points to the clock on the wall. Russell has a promo to film in 20 minutes, so he breaks the hold with Mikey and rolls out of the ring, quickly followed by his cousin. The two have a quick chat about Mikey’s progress while heading to the locker room. About 15 minutes later, Russell emerges in a suit for his promo. Annabelle emerges from the ladies locker room, hopping as she puts on her second heel. The three of them step outside into the center of town in Lancaster. Waiting for them is Hank Brown and his camera crew. Russell directs Mikey where to stand as the crew sets the cameras and checks the equipment. Hank Brown counts off the film and begins.*
Hank Brown: Ladies and gentlemen, we are here in Lancaster, Pennsylvania with one of the four competitors in the return of the “Over the top rope, you’re fired match” this Monday at Ultimate Showdown, Russell Morris, and his valet Annabelle. Before we get into the upcoming match, let’s go back to your match this past Monday at Blast.
Russell: Gotta drag that back up don’t we Hank? *Pulling out and opening his wallet*How much will it cost me for you to drop it?
Brown: My journalistic integrity can’t be bought. (Realizing he can pay Morris back for last week) Certainly such a crushing, annihilating defeat has to sting a little bit.
Russell: *shooting Hank Brown an icy glare* Yeah, just a bit.
Brown: I mean, insulted and embarrassed in front of your girlfriend in person and all the TV viewers at home. (laughing at Morris) You sucked.
*Morris clinches his fist, but Annabelle grabs his arm before he can throw a punch. Mikey’s ears are perked as he watches from behind the camera. Morris continues.*
Russell: Yeah, it was a disappointing loss. But I’m learning from my mistakes there and moving on towards this coming week.
Brown: Good segue way, this week, you will face Paul Montouri, Tek and Steve Thunder in an “Over the top rope, you’re fired” match? (trying to get under Morris’s skin more) So here is your chance to say goodbye to the WCF audience?
Morris: Look you little snot, you cut this trash talk out and do your job or, so help me God, I will have your nuts as a door knocker on my house. (Brown looks at Morris with big eyes, never seeing Morris actually look serious with a threat. Annabelle rubs Morris’s shoulders to calm him down.) So would you like to ask that question again? Maybe a little less attitude and commentary and a little more doing your damn job.
Brown: Well…how do you feel you match up with your opponents this week?
Morris: *Looking into the camera* Everyone knows how I feel about Tek and Montouri, and I know I can beat them. Hell, I personally eliminated Paul in the final two my first night in WCF. And as for Steve Thunder, brotha, a strong wind could come through and knock you out of the way. *Turning back to Hank Brown* You know, Hank, I don’t have to hoot and holler and rant and rave to tell you how I’m better than these guys. You see, its all in the numbers.
Brown: The numbers?
Morris: The numbers game Hank Brown. Think of it this way and maybe you and these 6th grade dropouts out here in TV land can comprehend. (Mockingly) That means understand. *Brown shoots a glare back at Morris* The fact is, there will be 10,000 fans in the Giant Center this Monday. Divide by the weight of competitors, 833 lbs, in this match. That gives you 12, which also happens to be the IQ of the other three Neanderthals in this match combined. Divide that by the number of wrestlers in this match and you get three, which ironically, is the exact same number of careers I’ll be ending this Monday in Hershey. So, fellas, go drown your sorrows in chocolate like the little boys you are and leave the wrestling business to a real man. Because I will be taking care of b’ness the way I always do. I don’t need this job, because I have more money than you’ll ever have, better looking women *pulling Annabelle into his side* than you ever will have, but you boys are gonna give me something I’ve never had, a start to my collection of wrestlers whose career’s I have put out of their misery. So have your spot in the unemployment line ready like all the other pathetic losers who don’t try to make something of themselves, because Paul, Tek, Steve, I’m putting an end to your career and that’s just the way it is.
*Russell and Annabelle walk off camera, also getting Mikey once off camera. Brown watches him walk off*
Brown: “Magnificent” Russell Morris, promising to end the careers of three other WCF wrestlers. (Seeing if Morris is out of earshot) And I hope one of them can get rid of him.
*Later that evening, Russell, Annabelle and Mikey are sitting in their dugout box seats at Clipper Magazine Stadium, enjoying the Lancaster Barnstormers against the Bridgeport Bluefish. In the fourth inning, Mikey decides to get up to get a drink. In the middle of the sixth, Annabelle turns to Russell.*
Annabelle: Where’s Mikey?
Russell: (standing) Was just going to get a drink? Lemme go check.
*Russell goes up to the concourse and begins walking, before noticing Mikey two sections over with his arm around a girl in a Lampeter-Strasburg High School color guard shirt. Russell just gets a huge grin ear-to-ear. He goes back and sits. Annabelle asks the obvious question.*
Annabelle: Where’s Mikey?
*Russell just points back to where his cousin is sitting. Mikey, but not the girl, notices Russell and Annabelle looking. Annabelle smiles and Russell points at Mikey, who returns it to Russell. Russell puts his arm around Annabelle and they get comfortable for the rest of the game. After the game, Russell and Annabelle walk out. As soon as they walk out of the gate, Russell stops Annabelle and ducks in behind a wall, peaking around.*
Annabelle: What?!
Russell: Look at Mikey!
*The two look to see Mikey sharing a passionate kiss with the girl he met at the game. Russell beams with pride as Annabelle covers her mouth. The young couple quit kissing after the girl’s friends call for her to join them. The two exchange info and the girl gives Mikey another peck on the cheek. He watches as she joins her friends. He leans up against the wall as the girl looks back at him. His concentration is broken by his cousin who jumps on his back.*
Russell: MIKEY! Dude, there you go baby! (collecting himself) I’m proud of you little man.
Mikey: *Shaking his head* Thanks cuz.
*Mikey cracks a big smile as he walks to the Tahoe. Russell looks with his big grin back at Annabelle, who is shaking her head too.*
Russell: What?!
Annabelle: You are so dumb.
Russell: (As Annabelle walks past him) Oh I am?!
*He chases her to the car into a crowd of people so dense, we can’t see Russell and Annabelle anymore.*
