Post by russellmorris on Aug 11, 2011 18:01:52 GMT -5
*Russell and Annabelle are sitting in their farmhouse. Russell takes a drink from his coffee. There morning around the table is interrupted by the doorbell. Russell goes to answer the door. He opens the door to see his old friend and now tag team partner Michael Chevalier in an LSU polo and khaki shorts.*
Michael: How ya be cap?!
Russell: Michael!
Michael: I gotta tawk to ya Russ.
Russell: What ‘bout?
Michael: Why cooden (couldn’t) yoo rassle in da sout? It too damn col’ up heeyah (here).
Russell: (After laughing) Where ya stay up here?
Michael: Up da road, ‘round da coardner, just past the catlick (catholic) church. Where ya baybeh gurl at?
Russell: *Leading Michael* Come on back, we just sat down for breakfast.
*They walk into the kitchen in the back. Annabelle gets up and Michael greets her with a kiss on the hand the way he always has.*
Annabelle: How’ve you been Mike?
Michael: Jus’ as fine as wine. Ya self baybeh?
Annabelle: Tryin’ to stay sane up here in Pennsylvania. Easier said than done with this one *motioning towards Russell*
Michael: F’sure, F’sure. (To Russell) So we been booked dis week?
Russell: Yeah brotha. We facin’ the tag champs. Non-title though, so we oughta be on our best and get our shot at the belts.
Michael: Aight bruh! Y’been workin’ hard, ain’tcha?
Russell: Well, I’ve been tryin’ to. So, what you wantin’ to do today?
Michael: Well, y’wanna watch da old Dreamboat matches ‘fo we hit up da gym?
Russell: Eh, why not?
*Michael hops up and heads to the living room. Russell and Annabelle slowly rise from the table and head towards the living room. Before they leave, Annabelle grabs Russell’s shoulder to ask him a question.*
Annabelle: Russ, you sure this is the right thing to do? Bring up your old Cajun friend as a tag team partner. I mean, it’s been years since you two have done ANYTHING together.
Russell: *placing his hand on her shoulder* Babe, I asked you to trust me when we came to Pennsylvania. You did, and how has that gone?
Annabelle: It’s gone well.
Russell: Right. So I’m gonna ask you to trust me again. Me and Mike used to run the tag team division in the Big D, we just gonna bring it up here to WCF.
Annabelle: Alright.
*The two go in and join Michael in watching old Dreamboat Express matches. After about five matches, Michael speaks up.*
Michael: Da times we had podna. I forgot how much we ran dat town.
Russell: Yeah, and now we’re gonna run this company.
Michael: F’true brotha, f’true.
Russell: I just realized, I didn’t even ask how the rest of the family’s doin’.
Michael: Dey goo’. Mama and Pops still in Mandeville and Jawn (John) up playin’ foobawl at Southeast Loozeeanna. How yo’ kin?
Russell: They’re good. Thrivin’ in Highland Park.
Michael: Dat goo’ to hee-yah (hear). Well, we wanna go work out today or hit up da club?
Russell: Well, let’s go check the team chemistry before we hit up the club.
Michael: Da club wus wey-uh (where) our chemistry were da bes’.
Russell: Brotha, the club scene in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania ain’t what it is in New Orleans.
Michael: Well hell, le’s (let’s) go down to the road to da big city.
Russell: Well, sounds like a plan to me.
*We later see Russell and Annabelle at the club in Philadelphia. Russell and Annabelle are dancing together at the club. After ten minutes, Russell notices he hasn’t seen Michael in a while. He walks to the corner and sees Michael making out with a well-endowed brunette, causing Russell to just chuckle to himself. Before he heads back out onto the dance floor, his phone goes off, seeing it his agent Alex Austin. Russell steps outside to take the call.*
Russell: What’s up Double A?
Alex: Tag team division, huh?
Russell: Well, yeah. Gotta call from Mike, he was wantin’ to get back in wrestling, so he came up to join me.
Alex: You ever think about getting a hold of your agent before going into the tag team ranks?
Russell: Alex, didn’t think this would be an issue honestly.
Alex: Had you on your way to World Champion.
Russell: I know. *Annabelle steps out the door. She holds her hands out to her side saying “Who is it?” Russell holds up his hand to stop her because he’ll tell her later* Well, you are gonna have at least one half of the world champions. And I’ll be sure to try to talk Mike into signing on with MSEM.
Alex: Well, do what you gotta…
*Russell’s attention is diverted by a commotion leaving the club. He looks close to see Michael in the fray between three muscular, stereotypical tools.*
Russell: A, I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later. *Russell hangs up the phone quickly and gets over to the fray. He sticks his arm out to hold Annabelle back.* (To one of the three) What’s the problem here?
Guy #1: *Shoving Russell backwards* Nonuva business jackass.
Guy #2: (To Michael) You tryna smush my girl.
Michael: (Defensively, but with bravado) I dunno wha’ dat smush is, but she sure seem to wanna have a goo’ time wit me.
*The third guy shoves Michael. Michael shoves him back, turning him to where he is facing Russell, who drops him with a stiff right. Russell then grabs the first guy who shoved him and proceeds to take him to task and Michael lands a quick right on the remaining of the three. Michael then goes to Russell’s aid. When the guy fighting Russell flails on a punch, Russell ducks and grabs his arms, holding him as Michael proceeds to kick at his midsection. After finishing, Russell throws him down. Russell begins to walk away, but before he can, Michael grabs his shoulder and turns him. He whispers in Russell’s ear. Michael pulls up the first guy Russell dropped with a right and stands him before Russell, who picks him up and throws him at his friends, pulling themselves up against the wall. The three crumple to the sidewalk as Russell and Michael turn around and walk away through the now gathered crowd. Annabelle grabs Russell’s hand as they walk away towards the car.*
Michael: Did I not tell you dat our bes’ chemistry wus at da club.
Michael: How ya be cap?!
Russell: Michael!
Michael: I gotta tawk to ya Russ.
Russell: What ‘bout?
Michael: Why cooden (couldn’t) yoo rassle in da sout? It too damn col’ up heeyah (here).
Russell: (After laughing) Where ya stay up here?
Michael: Up da road, ‘round da coardner, just past the catlick (catholic) church. Where ya baybeh gurl at?
Russell: *Leading Michael* Come on back, we just sat down for breakfast.
*They walk into the kitchen in the back. Annabelle gets up and Michael greets her with a kiss on the hand the way he always has.*
Annabelle: How’ve you been Mike?
Michael: Jus’ as fine as wine. Ya self baybeh?
Annabelle: Tryin’ to stay sane up here in Pennsylvania. Easier said than done with this one *motioning towards Russell*
Michael: F’sure, F’sure. (To Russell) So we been booked dis week?
Russell: Yeah brotha. We facin’ the tag champs. Non-title though, so we oughta be on our best and get our shot at the belts.
Michael: Aight bruh! Y’been workin’ hard, ain’tcha?
Russell: Well, I’ve been tryin’ to. So, what you wantin’ to do today?
Michael: Well, y’wanna watch da old Dreamboat matches ‘fo we hit up da gym?
Russell: Eh, why not?
*Michael hops up and heads to the living room. Russell and Annabelle slowly rise from the table and head towards the living room. Before they leave, Annabelle grabs Russell’s shoulder to ask him a question.*
Annabelle: Russ, you sure this is the right thing to do? Bring up your old Cajun friend as a tag team partner. I mean, it’s been years since you two have done ANYTHING together.
Russell: *placing his hand on her shoulder* Babe, I asked you to trust me when we came to Pennsylvania. You did, and how has that gone?
Annabelle: It’s gone well.
Russell: Right. So I’m gonna ask you to trust me again. Me and Mike used to run the tag team division in the Big D, we just gonna bring it up here to WCF.
Annabelle: Alright.
*The two go in and join Michael in watching old Dreamboat Express matches. After about five matches, Michael speaks up.*
Michael: Da times we had podna. I forgot how much we ran dat town.
Russell: Yeah, and now we’re gonna run this company.
Michael: F’true brotha, f’true.
Russell: I just realized, I didn’t even ask how the rest of the family’s doin’.
Michael: Dey goo’. Mama and Pops still in Mandeville and Jawn (John) up playin’ foobawl at Southeast Loozeeanna. How yo’ kin?
Russell: They’re good. Thrivin’ in Highland Park.
Michael: Dat goo’ to hee-yah (hear). Well, we wanna go work out today or hit up da club?
Russell: Well, let’s go check the team chemistry before we hit up the club.
Michael: Da club wus wey-uh (where) our chemistry were da bes’.
Russell: Brotha, the club scene in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania ain’t what it is in New Orleans.
Michael: Well hell, le’s (let’s) go down to the road to da big city.
Russell: Well, sounds like a plan to me.
*We later see Russell and Annabelle at the club in Philadelphia. Russell and Annabelle are dancing together at the club. After ten minutes, Russell notices he hasn’t seen Michael in a while. He walks to the corner and sees Michael making out with a well-endowed brunette, causing Russell to just chuckle to himself. Before he heads back out onto the dance floor, his phone goes off, seeing it his agent Alex Austin. Russell steps outside to take the call.*
Russell: What’s up Double A?
Alex: Tag team division, huh?
Russell: Well, yeah. Gotta call from Mike, he was wantin’ to get back in wrestling, so he came up to join me.
Alex: You ever think about getting a hold of your agent before going into the tag team ranks?
Russell: Alex, didn’t think this would be an issue honestly.
Alex: Had you on your way to World Champion.
Russell: I know. *Annabelle steps out the door. She holds her hands out to her side saying “Who is it?” Russell holds up his hand to stop her because he’ll tell her later* Well, you are gonna have at least one half of the world champions. And I’ll be sure to try to talk Mike into signing on with MSEM.
Alex: Well, do what you gotta…
*Russell’s attention is diverted by a commotion leaving the club. He looks close to see Michael in the fray between three muscular, stereotypical tools.*
Russell: A, I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later. *Russell hangs up the phone quickly and gets over to the fray. He sticks his arm out to hold Annabelle back.* (To one of the three) What’s the problem here?
Guy #1: *Shoving Russell backwards* Nonuva business jackass.
Guy #2: (To Michael) You tryna smush my girl.
Michael: (Defensively, but with bravado) I dunno wha’ dat smush is, but she sure seem to wanna have a goo’ time wit me.
*The third guy shoves Michael. Michael shoves him back, turning him to where he is facing Russell, who drops him with a stiff right. Russell then grabs the first guy who shoved him and proceeds to take him to task and Michael lands a quick right on the remaining of the three. Michael then goes to Russell’s aid. When the guy fighting Russell flails on a punch, Russell ducks and grabs his arms, holding him as Michael proceeds to kick at his midsection. After finishing, Russell throws him down. Russell begins to walk away, but before he can, Michael grabs his shoulder and turns him. He whispers in Russell’s ear. Michael pulls up the first guy Russell dropped with a right and stands him before Russell, who picks him up and throws him at his friends, pulling themselves up against the wall. The three crumple to the sidewalk as Russell and Michael turn around and walk away through the now gathered crowd. Annabelle grabs Russell’s hand as they walk away towards the car.*
Michael: Did I not tell you dat our bes’ chemistry wus at da club.
