Post by russellmorris on Jul 26, 2011 20:14:33 GMT -5
*Russell is sitting on his jet, the Lone Star III, with Annabelle across the aisle from him. He is on the phone.*
Russell: (Almost yelling) This shouldn’t take an act of God and congress. I got screwed, you know it. I know it. (Cutting off the person he’s talking to) LOOK, I didn’t hire you guys as a moral compass. You guys are my legal team. I don’t know how or what you do in this situation, but if your happy ass doesn’t make something happen with this, I will get a firm who will. Got it?! *Russell quickly hangs up the phone, takes a deep breath and continues to himself.* Bullshit!
Annabelle: *Getting up from her seat.* Babe. *She sits in the seat next to him and wriggles her way under his arm.* Yeah, it was ridiculous. You did get screwed big time. I saw the hand hit the mat the third time. TV Title changes hands on a disqualification and she just happens to hit that other guy instead of you. It’s asinine. But it don’t matter *Russell looks down at her quickly confused*, you’re gonna be the World’s champion. You ain’t got time to worry about the TV title which won’t exist anymore after next week because you know that that little job guy who you really beat can’t beat those other guys in that match. He’s gonna be taken behind the woodshed. *Russell sits back, tension finally relieving in agreement with Annabelle. She lightly hits his inner thigh.* Now we’re going to the Greenbrier to unwind. We haven’t had time to ourselves since we got up to Pennsylvania. Gonna see some old friends, unwind a little bit and…we’ll see what else happens. *Russell pulls away as Annabelle gives him a teasingly innocent look. The pilot breaks the silence.*
Pilot: Hey guys. We’re about to start our descent into Lewisburg.
*The plane lands at the Lewisburg Airport moments later. Russell and Annabelle step out onto the tarmac and walk across to the waiting limo with the Greenbrier logo on the side. After the short drive and checking into the Greenbrier Suite, the two head upstairs and change for dinner. About half an hour later, the two get a call from Russell’s old friend Alex. The two head downstairs to meet him. Russell and Annabelle come down the steps and see Alex Austin and his girlfriend Catherine.*
Russell: (loudly across the lobby) DOUBLE A!
Alex: *while embracing Russell* How you doin’ big man?
Russell: *breaking the embrace* Doin’ good man. Whatchu been up to?
*After the two catch up for a little bit, Alex and Catherine take their luggage up to their room. Annabelle, who has only heard about Alex, asks about the friendship.*
Annabelle: So, how do you two know each other?
Russell: Well, he used to live in Highland Park. His granddad made money in coal and had some claims out west at one time. Alex’s dad was the Executive Director of the Western claims, so Alex lived out the back fence and down three houses from my old house. Me and Alex were hell on wheels in Highland Park, played t-ball and Pop Warner together. Somehow were always together whether it be middle infield or left side, right side linebackers. But when we were seven, coal started to run out in Arizona, so Alex’s family got moved back east. Would see him every once in a while, but thank God for the internet in its infancy. (Russell laughs)
*Before he can continue, Alex and Catherine reemerge after setting their luggage down. The two couples have lunch together. Russell tells everybody they have a tee time at 2:30 at the Greenbrier Course. Everyone gets up from lunch, changes and hits the links. As usual, Russell steps into the lobby wearing a Longhorns golf shirt with a Bevo head cover, to which Alex has responded in a WVU golf shirt and coonskin cap head cover.*
Russell: Damn mountaineer.
Alex: Freakin’ longhorn.
Russell: Or should I say damn golden eagle?
Alex: Shut up ass.
Annabelle: (To Catherine, confused) What was that?
Catherine: Goes back to when Alex was a linebacker at WVU as far as I know. He was playing and those two would trade barbs because they never played each other. Then Alex got his MBA from the University of Charleston, so its “golden eagle” to mess with him.
Annabelle: Ahh…
*The two guys share a laugh over their old insult before getting into the limo to the Greenbrier course. While the four are on the course, Alex and Russell begin catching up more on their lives since they last saw each other.*
Russell: So how’s the family doin?
Alex: Been good. Everybody is still there in the Charleston area just tryin’ to keep a hold down on the company now.
Russell: Nice. What is your title anymore now?
Alex: I am (in his most dignified voice) Executive Vice President of Quality Control for National Coal. *He stands in a very statuesque stance*
Russell: (prying) And that means?
Alex: I’m the boss’ son and what I say goes. *The group all laughs* So, what are you doin’ these days?
Russell: Well, just trying to survive in the wrestlin’ b’ness. Always have my desk job back at South Plains to fall back on, but really don’t want to.
Alex: Yeah, I saw you on TV. What the hell was that with your last match?
Russell: *After a deep sigh* Hell if I know.
Alex: I mean that was bullshit! *Annabelle begins whispering to Catherine* You beat that pipsqueak in the middle of the ring then some dumb broad happens to hit him and you’re SOL. *Catherine tries to subtly give a “cut it out” signal to Alex. He catches it and quickly changes tone.* I mean, if you need me to come up and kick some ass with ya, you know who to call and I’ll get my ass up there as fast as you need me.
Russell: *Patting Alex on the back* Thank brotha.
Alex: So what you got this week up there?
Russell: *Russell rips a drive down the fairway, then speaks* Hell, they are just throwing me in with some random people who aren’t as good as I am. I don’t what kind of trade off that is, “Oh, you got screwed outta the TV title? Here’s five trolls, have a 6-man tag match.” *They all laugh, except Russell who keeps going.* I mean, it ain’t right to treat the hottest commodity in wrestling today the way they do. Trust me though, I’ve been there a month, I’ll make my money work.
*The foursome finishes their time on the course, goes back to
the resort to shower up and head to dinner at the Prime 44 West steakhouse. After dinner, Annabelle and Catherine go shopping as Russell and Alex head out to the executive suite porch and enjoy a cigar and a glass of scotch.*
Alex: So, what about you and your, umm, friend? She's fine brotha! Nicely done!
Russell: Well, she’s been behind me for so long. She’s been the pillar since I said I was going to try my hand in wrestling. So I’ve been thinking about asking her…
Alex: Russell Morris settlin’ down?! (chuckling) I’ll believe that when I see it.
Russell: Now, I’ve been dating her for three years, its time. I mean, hell, how long you been datin’ your girlfriend?
Alex: (realizing he’s caught) Alright, okay, I get your point. But I don’t know, I’m still in my prime and don’t know if its time to settle down.
Russell: (trying to get through) Double A, come on. We’re both going on 26 this year, we can’t be the college playboys forever.
Alex: I ‘spose, but doesn’t mean we gotta get settled in tonight.
Russell: *As they clink their glasses* Here’s to that.
*Annabelle and Catherine come into the room, causing Alex and Russell to look back at the door.*
Annabelle: We both got new dresses so either you two get your asses in gear and come downstairs to the casino with us or we’ll go down and *looking at Catherine* I’m sure there are some eligible men down there who could take care of us…
Russell: Alright alright. Get changed, we’ll get the suits on and we’ll head down.
*All of them change; the girls into their new evening gowns and the guys into their simple black suits. Russell is given a new Jerry Garcia tie by Annabelle and wears it down to the casino. After about two hours, Russell, Annabelle, Alex and Catherine leave after Russell gets a hot streak and he refuses to leave in the red. He and Alex both cash out after make about $600. On his way back to the Greenbrier Suite, Russell’s phone goes off. He looks but doesn’t recognize the number. He tells the other three to go on up as he steps out onto the patio of one of the Greenbrier’s restaurants. With no one else on the patio, he decides to put the phone on loud speaker.*
Russell: Hello?
Voice: Is this “Magnificent” Russell Morris?
Russell: This is. Who is this?
Voice: This is Shawn Jacobs, marketing director of Joseph & Feiss Company, Cleveland.
Russell: Shawn, you realize what time it is?
Shawn: I do, but I’ve been searching for your agent’s name and number and couldn’t find. Been on a wild goose chase to try and find you.
Russell: There’s a reason you didn’t find my agent. I don’t have one.
Shawn: Oh, well (audibly confused), alright then. Anyway, I was calling you because I wanted to see if you wanted to make a business deal.
Russell: Okay. Shoot.
Shawn: Well, you have gotten pretty big up here in the wrestling world. I was just wondering if maybe you would be interested in a sponsorship.
Russell: Forgive me if I sound glib, but why me?
Shawn: Well, you are the finest dressed wrestler in WCF and you could probably do a lot just based on your stand-ups and interviews.
Russell: You realize I’m a bad guy, right?
Shawn: I understand.
Russell: So, I thank you for the offer, but you gotta think about how much I would honestly help move your product. So, thanks but no thanks.
Shawn: Well, thank you for your time Mr. Morris.
Russell: (After hanging up the phone) Like I wear y’all’s cheap ass stuff anyway. 150 bucks for a suit, you gotta be kiddin’ me.
*Russell heads upstairs and retires for the evening. The next morning, while Alex and Catherine visit her family in Minnehaha Springs, WV, Russell and Annabelle spend a day at the Greenbrier’s spa. After the rest and relaxation, Russell and Annabelle meet Alex and Catherine for dinner that evening on the patio overlooking the foothills of the Allegheny Mountains. As they wait for the guys to their desert, the girls excuse themselves to the ladies room. While they are gone, Russell turns to Alex.*
Russell: A, I had a question for you.
Alex: Whatchu you need brotha?
Russell: Well that call I got last night was for a clothing sponsorship. The guy on the line said he had been searching for my agent and couldn’t find him and I told him I didn’t have one, which kinda shocked him.
Alex: Yeah, whatchur point?
Russell: (After a deep breath) I know that you got a business degree from WVU, just got that MBA last year from UC. To be perfectly honest, I could trust you with almost anything. I was wondering if maybe you could handle the business side of it so I could focus more on the wrestling side of it.
Alex: Bud…
Russell: Sorry, to spring this on you. Think about it. Don’t need to know tonight…
Alex: Russ (stopping Russell and raising a glass), this is the beginning of a long and successful business relationship.
*Russell raises his glass and clinks it with Alex as the girls finally come back, confused.*
Annabelle: What’s happenin’?
Russell: Well, we gotta new agent.
Annabelle: Oh?!
Alex: Yep, say hello to the first client of Mountaineer Sports and Entertainment Management.
Annabelle: Alright then.
Russell: *Getting up from the table.* This calls for a celebration. (Yelling back) Garcon, craft of Coke and a fifth of Maker’s Mark to the Executive Suite.
Garcon: Yes sir, Mr. Morris.
*The group heads upstairs for the evening after a final toast to the new business partnership.*
Russell: (Almost yelling) This shouldn’t take an act of God and congress. I got screwed, you know it. I know it. (Cutting off the person he’s talking to) LOOK, I didn’t hire you guys as a moral compass. You guys are my legal team. I don’t know how or what you do in this situation, but if your happy ass doesn’t make something happen with this, I will get a firm who will. Got it?! *Russell quickly hangs up the phone, takes a deep breath and continues to himself.* Bullshit!
Annabelle: *Getting up from her seat.* Babe. *She sits in the seat next to him and wriggles her way under his arm.* Yeah, it was ridiculous. You did get screwed big time. I saw the hand hit the mat the third time. TV Title changes hands on a disqualification and she just happens to hit that other guy instead of you. It’s asinine. But it don’t matter *Russell looks down at her quickly confused*, you’re gonna be the World’s champion. You ain’t got time to worry about the TV title which won’t exist anymore after next week because you know that that little job guy who you really beat can’t beat those other guys in that match. He’s gonna be taken behind the woodshed. *Russell sits back, tension finally relieving in agreement with Annabelle. She lightly hits his inner thigh.* Now we’re going to the Greenbrier to unwind. We haven’t had time to ourselves since we got up to Pennsylvania. Gonna see some old friends, unwind a little bit and…we’ll see what else happens. *Russell pulls away as Annabelle gives him a teasingly innocent look. The pilot breaks the silence.*
Pilot: Hey guys. We’re about to start our descent into Lewisburg.
*The plane lands at the Lewisburg Airport moments later. Russell and Annabelle step out onto the tarmac and walk across to the waiting limo with the Greenbrier logo on the side. After the short drive and checking into the Greenbrier Suite, the two head upstairs and change for dinner. About half an hour later, the two get a call from Russell’s old friend Alex. The two head downstairs to meet him. Russell and Annabelle come down the steps and see Alex Austin and his girlfriend Catherine.*
Russell: (loudly across the lobby) DOUBLE A!
Alex: *while embracing Russell* How you doin’ big man?
Russell: *breaking the embrace* Doin’ good man. Whatchu been up to?
*After the two catch up for a little bit, Alex and Catherine take their luggage up to their room. Annabelle, who has only heard about Alex, asks about the friendship.*
Annabelle: So, how do you two know each other?
Russell: Well, he used to live in Highland Park. His granddad made money in coal and had some claims out west at one time. Alex’s dad was the Executive Director of the Western claims, so Alex lived out the back fence and down three houses from my old house. Me and Alex were hell on wheels in Highland Park, played t-ball and Pop Warner together. Somehow were always together whether it be middle infield or left side, right side linebackers. But when we were seven, coal started to run out in Arizona, so Alex’s family got moved back east. Would see him every once in a while, but thank God for the internet in its infancy. (Russell laughs)
*Before he can continue, Alex and Catherine reemerge after setting their luggage down. The two couples have lunch together. Russell tells everybody they have a tee time at 2:30 at the Greenbrier Course. Everyone gets up from lunch, changes and hits the links. As usual, Russell steps into the lobby wearing a Longhorns golf shirt with a Bevo head cover, to which Alex has responded in a WVU golf shirt and coonskin cap head cover.*
Russell: Damn mountaineer.
Alex: Freakin’ longhorn.
Russell: Or should I say damn golden eagle?
Alex: Shut up ass.
Annabelle: (To Catherine, confused) What was that?
Catherine: Goes back to when Alex was a linebacker at WVU as far as I know. He was playing and those two would trade barbs because they never played each other. Then Alex got his MBA from the University of Charleston, so its “golden eagle” to mess with him.
Annabelle: Ahh…
*The two guys share a laugh over their old insult before getting into the limo to the Greenbrier course. While the four are on the course, Alex and Russell begin catching up more on their lives since they last saw each other.*
Russell: So how’s the family doin?
Alex: Been good. Everybody is still there in the Charleston area just tryin’ to keep a hold down on the company now.
Russell: Nice. What is your title anymore now?
Alex: I am (in his most dignified voice) Executive Vice President of Quality Control for National Coal. *He stands in a very statuesque stance*
Russell: (prying) And that means?
Alex: I’m the boss’ son and what I say goes. *The group all laughs* So, what are you doin’ these days?
Russell: Well, just trying to survive in the wrestlin’ b’ness. Always have my desk job back at South Plains to fall back on, but really don’t want to.
Alex: Yeah, I saw you on TV. What the hell was that with your last match?
Russell: *After a deep sigh* Hell if I know.
Alex: I mean that was bullshit! *Annabelle begins whispering to Catherine* You beat that pipsqueak in the middle of the ring then some dumb broad happens to hit him and you’re SOL. *Catherine tries to subtly give a “cut it out” signal to Alex. He catches it and quickly changes tone.* I mean, if you need me to come up and kick some ass with ya, you know who to call and I’ll get my ass up there as fast as you need me.
Russell: *Patting Alex on the back* Thank brotha.
Alex: So what you got this week up there?
Russell: *Russell rips a drive down the fairway, then speaks* Hell, they are just throwing me in with some random people who aren’t as good as I am. I don’t what kind of trade off that is, “Oh, you got screwed outta the TV title? Here’s five trolls, have a 6-man tag match.” *They all laugh, except Russell who keeps going.* I mean, it ain’t right to treat the hottest commodity in wrestling today the way they do. Trust me though, I’ve been there a month, I’ll make my money work.
*The foursome finishes their time on the course, goes back to
the resort to shower up and head to dinner at the Prime 44 West steakhouse. After dinner, Annabelle and Catherine go shopping as Russell and Alex head out to the executive suite porch and enjoy a cigar and a glass of scotch.*
Alex: So, what about you and your, umm, friend? She's fine brotha! Nicely done!
Russell: Well, she’s been behind me for so long. She’s been the pillar since I said I was going to try my hand in wrestling. So I’ve been thinking about asking her…
Alex: Russell Morris settlin’ down?! (chuckling) I’ll believe that when I see it.
Russell: Now, I’ve been dating her for three years, its time. I mean, hell, how long you been datin’ your girlfriend?
Alex: (realizing he’s caught) Alright, okay, I get your point. But I don’t know, I’m still in my prime and don’t know if its time to settle down.
Russell: (trying to get through) Double A, come on. We’re both going on 26 this year, we can’t be the college playboys forever.
Alex: I ‘spose, but doesn’t mean we gotta get settled in tonight.
Russell: *As they clink their glasses* Here’s to that.
*Annabelle and Catherine come into the room, causing Alex and Russell to look back at the door.*
Annabelle: We both got new dresses so either you two get your asses in gear and come downstairs to the casino with us or we’ll go down and *looking at Catherine* I’m sure there are some eligible men down there who could take care of us…
Russell: Alright alright. Get changed, we’ll get the suits on and we’ll head down.
*All of them change; the girls into their new evening gowns and the guys into their simple black suits. Russell is given a new Jerry Garcia tie by Annabelle and wears it down to the casino. After about two hours, Russell, Annabelle, Alex and Catherine leave after Russell gets a hot streak and he refuses to leave in the red. He and Alex both cash out after make about $600. On his way back to the Greenbrier Suite, Russell’s phone goes off. He looks but doesn’t recognize the number. He tells the other three to go on up as he steps out onto the patio of one of the Greenbrier’s restaurants. With no one else on the patio, he decides to put the phone on loud speaker.*
Russell: Hello?
Voice: Is this “Magnificent” Russell Morris?
Russell: This is. Who is this?
Voice: This is Shawn Jacobs, marketing director of Joseph & Feiss Company, Cleveland.
Russell: Shawn, you realize what time it is?
Shawn: I do, but I’ve been searching for your agent’s name and number and couldn’t find. Been on a wild goose chase to try and find you.
Russell: There’s a reason you didn’t find my agent. I don’t have one.
Shawn: Oh, well (audibly confused), alright then. Anyway, I was calling you because I wanted to see if you wanted to make a business deal.
Russell: Okay. Shoot.
Shawn: Well, you have gotten pretty big up here in the wrestling world. I was just wondering if maybe you would be interested in a sponsorship.
Russell: Forgive me if I sound glib, but why me?
Shawn: Well, you are the finest dressed wrestler in WCF and you could probably do a lot just based on your stand-ups and interviews.
Russell: You realize I’m a bad guy, right?
Shawn: I understand.
Russell: So, I thank you for the offer, but you gotta think about how much I would honestly help move your product. So, thanks but no thanks.
Shawn: Well, thank you for your time Mr. Morris.
Russell: (After hanging up the phone) Like I wear y’all’s cheap ass stuff anyway. 150 bucks for a suit, you gotta be kiddin’ me.
*Russell heads upstairs and retires for the evening. The next morning, while Alex and Catherine visit her family in Minnehaha Springs, WV, Russell and Annabelle spend a day at the Greenbrier’s spa. After the rest and relaxation, Russell and Annabelle meet Alex and Catherine for dinner that evening on the patio overlooking the foothills of the Allegheny Mountains. As they wait for the guys to their desert, the girls excuse themselves to the ladies room. While they are gone, Russell turns to Alex.*
Russell: A, I had a question for you.
Alex: Whatchu you need brotha?
Russell: Well that call I got last night was for a clothing sponsorship. The guy on the line said he had been searching for my agent and couldn’t find him and I told him I didn’t have one, which kinda shocked him.
Alex: Yeah, whatchur point?
Russell: (After a deep breath) I know that you got a business degree from WVU, just got that MBA last year from UC. To be perfectly honest, I could trust you with almost anything. I was wondering if maybe you could handle the business side of it so I could focus more on the wrestling side of it.
Alex: Bud…
Russell: Sorry, to spring this on you. Think about it. Don’t need to know tonight…
Alex: Russ (stopping Russell and raising a glass), this is the beginning of a long and successful business relationship.
*Russell raises his glass and clinks it with Alex as the girls finally come back, confused.*
Annabelle: What’s happenin’?
Russell: Well, we gotta new agent.
Annabelle: Oh?!
Alex: Yep, say hello to the first client of Mountaineer Sports and Entertainment Management.
Annabelle: Alright then.
Russell: *Getting up from the table.* This calls for a celebration. (Yelling back) Garcon, craft of Coke and a fifth of Maker’s Mark to the Executive Suite.
Garcon: Yes sir, Mr. Morris.
*The group heads upstairs for the evening after a final toast to the new business partnership.*
