Post by russellmorris on Jul 27, 2011 23:59:20 GMT -5
*Hank Brown walks up to the desk at the Greenbrier Resort.*
Hank: Excuse me.
Concierge: Yes sir.
Hank: I was looking for Russell Morris.
Concierge: *looking down while typing* And was he expecting you?
Hank: Yes ma’am. Tell him Hank Brown is here.
Concierge: *Dialing the phone then holding it to her ear* (On phone) Mr. Morris, Hank Brown is here. Yes sir. *Hanging up the phone* (To Brown) He is waiting for you down at the Spa House. Eric will show you there.
Eric: *Leading Hank and the camera crew* This way.
*Hank Brown and the camera crew head out the back door down towards the Spa House. When Hank gets down the path, he sees Russell and Annabelle are sitting there and relaxing; Russell in sunglasses, a green “Greenbrier” golf shirt and khakis, Annabelle in a gold dress.*
Eric: Mr. Morris, your visitor.
Russell: *reaching for his wallet in his back pocket.* Thank you Eric. *Morris hands him a 50 dollar bill. Eric nods in appreciation to Russell and leaves.*
Hank: *looking around* Where you wanting to do this?
Russell: Reason I’m already here, Hank.
*Brown leers at him for the sarcastic comment. Finally, Brown readies the camera crew. When the cameras are set, Brown counts off the cameras.*
Brown: Ladies and gentlemen, we are here with “Magnificent” Russell Morris who is involved in this week’s six-person tag match, teaming with Mr. FPV and Aubrey Summers. First of all, let’s go back to this past week, close to winning the WCF Television Title only to lose in a way where you weren’t involved.
Russell: Well, WCF has completely missed the boat. I have my legal team working on this because you know, I know, God and everyone knows I got the shaft. I caught the little punk in the brainbuster and the ref counted three. Then because the little guy gets up first, she happens to hit him with the belt and it changes hands on a disqualification because some asinine rule. So I feel bad that the last Television champion that WCF will ever have won it and didn’t earn it the way I did. So when its time to merge the titles this Monday, it will be some poser wearing the TV goin’ in, not the true champ.
Brown: (With a bit of a backhanded manner) Well, that is certainly one opinion. How about your upcoming match this week? How are you preparing? You seem to only be lyin’ around here.
Russell: To someone like you Brown, it doesn’t shock me you don’t see. See this is the professional wrestling BUSINESS, and I’ve been handlin’ that side of the b’ness. I’ve been up in Pennsylvania for entirely too long. *Brown is tired of hearing already* I’ve been stressed, dealin’ with the lesser talent and management to try and push myself to the top of the heap, only to continually be undercut and undermined on my way up. So I brought myself back to White Sulphur Springs and treated myself to what I deserve, some rest.
Brown: (confused) So…how does that help you this week?
Russell: Well, this’ll make the job of Aubrey and FPV easy because I’m gonna carry the flag, carry the load, and prove why I am the best today. *To the camera* Aubrey, me and you have already faced off in a three-way match. Adversaries then, allies now. You've been off at Comic-Con with all the pimple-faced, livin’ in their parents’ basement, whackin’ it to reruns of Battlestar Galactica nerds, and expect to not have ring rust. Well, I’m relaxing, so I ‘spose she should too. So you have your fun with your little boyfriend now, but be ready to take care of business Monday. As for trust issues as if I don’t care about this match, in your childlike innocence, do you not realize this is a business? *circling his face with his finger* THIS is one of the hottest commodities today. *Annabelle nods her head in agreement.* (Loudly and with intensity) If you don’t get that, (softly, but with the same intensity) that ain’t my problem. (Back to normal volume) What IS my problem, is the fact you’re in my corner. So sweetie, stand there, look pretty, which I know will be hard with *motioning to Annabelle* THIS at ringside and leave the work to me. If I need ya, I’ll let ya know. My other partner, Mr. FPV. Little undersized, little out of it, little scrappy. Brotha, I respect ya for all ya done here in WCF, currently one half of the tag champs, but you don’t have your partner with ya this time, *pointing to himself* ya got somebody even betta in your corner this time.
Brown: (wondering if Russell realized what he said) Really? Better partner than the other half of the Tag Team Champions?
Russell: (insulted) Did I stutter?! If I’m the best there is in this business and FPV’s partner is in the business, then by simple deductive reasoning, I’m better than his partner.
Brown: (Realizing he’s lost control of the interview) Moving on, your opponents. How do you feel the match up is with them?
Russell: Well, “Black Charisma”, I know a strong breeze is gonna knock you outta the way brotha. I ain’t worried ‘bout ya. Be quite honest, *nodding his head as if Summers is to his right* that’s the chick’s job. Next, oh “What’s up” Doc. Wanting to be a cowboy from Georgia? Just shows me that being from Texas really is that fantastic and everybody wants to be. Bring out your cowboy hat, cowboy boots, the little hussy that stands in the corner, but most of all, bring it in the ring. If you don’t, I got no reason to waste my time with you. (Aside to Brown) Hell, if this guy brings it all to the ring, I may, emphasis MAY, break a sweat. *Brown shakes his head, breaking the stoic face he’s had while ignoring Morris.* You’re from (saying it phonetically with a fake Georgian accent) “Jawja”, *nodding his head to the left as if Mr. FPV was there* FPV is from “Jawja”, y’all can have it out the way y’all do. You two can have a good time on your own. And finally, we got the world’s champion. *Morris pauses to finally remove his sunglasses.* Ya know, when I got to WCF, I saw Texas and thought I would respect ya, then I saw that Houston in front of it. All I can say is, quite frankly, I’m sorry. *Looking down and shaking his head, then looking back up and motioning as if to say “all of this”* I’m sorry to WCF for having some Gulf Coast scum to represent it as the World’s champion. (Deeply into the camera as if speaking directly to Balfore with palpable intensity) Ya see Odin, you got something I want big man. When I see that I got you in a match, even if it is a six-man tag, I’m reminded of an old cliché, “The bigger they are, the harder they fall.” So Balfore, this is the first step on my way to the top of the wrestling world. *Morris yells with his eyes bugging out as if partially crazy* ME AND YOU JACK! (Slowing down) So let your little buddy get taken pillar to post by the girl, let the Georgia peaches take care of each other. (Intensity is still palpable in with growing volume with every word.) You may have 8 inches on me, you may have almost a hundred pounds, but lemme tell you this ya seven foot fatty, *pointing at himself and shaking his head to the point his hair becomes unkempt* I’M THE BEST THERE IS! AND THAT…
Brown: *pulling the mic back, cutting Russell off. Russell shoots an icy glare* Whoa, Russell, this is no time to be calling out the World Champion.
Russell: (To Brown) Hank Brown, you see that is the difference between me and you. You just want the system to go as is it and whatever happens, happens. For me however, when I want something, to hell with the system, I’m gonna take care of it myself. Ya see, when I want something, I take it. And if it is a beautiful woman, if it is a fancy house, if it is the World Title, I’m gonna do that. I’ll do it when I want, the way I want, and how I want and THAT *Glaring at Brown then back at the camera*…is just the way it is.
Brown: “Magnificent” Russell Morris…
Annabelle: I know he usually leaves, but we’re a little busy here. I believe you know the way out.
Brown: You can’t be serious.
Russell: Either you leave on your own, or you’ll leave with Greenbrier Security. Your choice.
Brown: (After a deep sigh) Alright. (To the crew) Let’s go guys!
Hank: Excuse me.
Concierge: Yes sir.
Hank: I was looking for Russell Morris.
Concierge: *looking down while typing* And was he expecting you?
Hank: Yes ma’am. Tell him Hank Brown is here.
Concierge: *Dialing the phone then holding it to her ear* (On phone) Mr. Morris, Hank Brown is here. Yes sir. *Hanging up the phone* (To Brown) He is waiting for you down at the Spa House. Eric will show you there.
Eric: *Leading Hank and the camera crew* This way.
*Hank Brown and the camera crew head out the back door down towards the Spa House. When Hank gets down the path, he sees Russell and Annabelle are sitting there and relaxing; Russell in sunglasses, a green “Greenbrier” golf shirt and khakis, Annabelle in a gold dress.*
Eric: Mr. Morris, your visitor.
Russell: *reaching for his wallet in his back pocket.* Thank you Eric. *Morris hands him a 50 dollar bill. Eric nods in appreciation to Russell and leaves.*
Hank: *looking around* Where you wanting to do this?
Russell: Reason I’m already here, Hank.
*Brown leers at him for the sarcastic comment. Finally, Brown readies the camera crew. When the cameras are set, Brown counts off the cameras.*
Brown: Ladies and gentlemen, we are here with “Magnificent” Russell Morris who is involved in this week’s six-person tag match, teaming with Mr. FPV and Aubrey Summers. First of all, let’s go back to this past week, close to winning the WCF Television Title only to lose in a way where you weren’t involved.
Russell: Well, WCF has completely missed the boat. I have my legal team working on this because you know, I know, God and everyone knows I got the shaft. I caught the little punk in the brainbuster and the ref counted three. Then because the little guy gets up first, she happens to hit him with the belt and it changes hands on a disqualification because some asinine rule. So I feel bad that the last Television champion that WCF will ever have won it and didn’t earn it the way I did. So when its time to merge the titles this Monday, it will be some poser wearing the TV goin’ in, not the true champ.
Brown: (With a bit of a backhanded manner) Well, that is certainly one opinion. How about your upcoming match this week? How are you preparing? You seem to only be lyin’ around here.
Russell: To someone like you Brown, it doesn’t shock me you don’t see. See this is the professional wrestling BUSINESS, and I’ve been handlin’ that side of the b’ness. I’ve been up in Pennsylvania for entirely too long. *Brown is tired of hearing already* I’ve been stressed, dealin’ with the lesser talent and management to try and push myself to the top of the heap, only to continually be undercut and undermined on my way up. So I brought myself back to White Sulphur Springs and treated myself to what I deserve, some rest.
Brown: (confused) So…how does that help you this week?
Russell: Well, this’ll make the job of Aubrey and FPV easy because I’m gonna carry the flag, carry the load, and prove why I am the best today. *To the camera* Aubrey, me and you have already faced off in a three-way match. Adversaries then, allies now. You've been off at Comic-Con with all the pimple-faced, livin’ in their parents’ basement, whackin’ it to reruns of Battlestar Galactica nerds, and expect to not have ring rust. Well, I’m relaxing, so I ‘spose she should too. So you have your fun with your little boyfriend now, but be ready to take care of business Monday. As for trust issues as if I don’t care about this match, in your childlike innocence, do you not realize this is a business? *circling his face with his finger* THIS is one of the hottest commodities today. *Annabelle nods her head in agreement.* (Loudly and with intensity) If you don’t get that, (softly, but with the same intensity) that ain’t my problem. (Back to normal volume) What IS my problem, is the fact you’re in my corner. So sweetie, stand there, look pretty, which I know will be hard with *motioning to Annabelle* THIS at ringside and leave the work to me. If I need ya, I’ll let ya know. My other partner, Mr. FPV. Little undersized, little out of it, little scrappy. Brotha, I respect ya for all ya done here in WCF, currently one half of the tag champs, but you don’t have your partner with ya this time, *pointing to himself* ya got somebody even betta in your corner this time.
Brown: (wondering if Russell realized what he said) Really? Better partner than the other half of the Tag Team Champions?
Russell: (insulted) Did I stutter?! If I’m the best there is in this business and FPV’s partner is in the business, then by simple deductive reasoning, I’m better than his partner.
Brown: (Realizing he’s lost control of the interview) Moving on, your opponents. How do you feel the match up is with them?
Russell: Well, “Black Charisma”, I know a strong breeze is gonna knock you outta the way brotha. I ain’t worried ‘bout ya. Be quite honest, *nodding his head as if Summers is to his right* that’s the chick’s job. Next, oh “What’s up” Doc. Wanting to be a cowboy from Georgia? Just shows me that being from Texas really is that fantastic and everybody wants to be. Bring out your cowboy hat, cowboy boots, the little hussy that stands in the corner, but most of all, bring it in the ring. If you don’t, I got no reason to waste my time with you. (Aside to Brown) Hell, if this guy brings it all to the ring, I may, emphasis MAY, break a sweat. *Brown shakes his head, breaking the stoic face he’s had while ignoring Morris.* You’re from (saying it phonetically with a fake Georgian accent) “Jawja”, *nodding his head to the left as if Mr. FPV was there* FPV is from “Jawja”, y’all can have it out the way y’all do. You two can have a good time on your own. And finally, we got the world’s champion. *Morris pauses to finally remove his sunglasses.* Ya know, when I got to WCF, I saw Texas and thought I would respect ya, then I saw that Houston in front of it. All I can say is, quite frankly, I’m sorry. *Looking down and shaking his head, then looking back up and motioning as if to say “all of this”* I’m sorry to WCF for having some Gulf Coast scum to represent it as the World’s champion. (Deeply into the camera as if speaking directly to Balfore with palpable intensity) Ya see Odin, you got something I want big man. When I see that I got you in a match, even if it is a six-man tag, I’m reminded of an old cliché, “The bigger they are, the harder they fall.” So Balfore, this is the first step on my way to the top of the wrestling world. *Morris yells with his eyes bugging out as if partially crazy* ME AND YOU JACK! (Slowing down) So let your little buddy get taken pillar to post by the girl, let the Georgia peaches take care of each other. (Intensity is still palpable in with growing volume with every word.) You may have 8 inches on me, you may have almost a hundred pounds, but lemme tell you this ya seven foot fatty, *pointing at himself and shaking his head to the point his hair becomes unkempt* I’M THE BEST THERE IS! AND THAT…
Brown: *pulling the mic back, cutting Russell off. Russell shoots an icy glare* Whoa, Russell, this is no time to be calling out the World Champion.
Russell: (To Brown) Hank Brown, you see that is the difference between me and you. You just want the system to go as is it and whatever happens, happens. For me however, when I want something, to hell with the system, I’m gonna take care of it myself. Ya see, when I want something, I take it. And if it is a beautiful woman, if it is a fancy house, if it is the World Title, I’m gonna do that. I’ll do it when I want, the way I want, and how I want and THAT *Glaring at Brown then back at the camera*…is just the way it is.
Brown: “Magnificent” Russell Morris…
Annabelle: I know he usually leaves, but we’re a little busy here. I believe you know the way out.
Brown: You can’t be serious.
Russell: Either you leave on your own, or you’ll leave with Greenbrier Security. Your choice.
Brown: (After a deep sigh) Alright. (To the crew) Let’s go guys!
