Post by russellmorris on Aug 22, 2011 0:04:32 GMT -5
*The camera starts on bright red flashing “Mars” light. The camera continues down as “Hiawatha” shows on the side. Eventually, the camera reaches the door to the car where a conductor stands, preparing to pull up the stairs.*
Conductor: If you’re lookin’ to get to Des Moines, you better get up here. We’re about to head out.
*The camera is handed up to the porter as the camera climbs up the stairs on the side of the “porch”. After the camera man gets up, he grabs the camera back as the whistle blows, echoing back through the Chicago Union Station platforms.*
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ohMdZ4UuGCo
Conductor: If you are with WCF, your berth is right up this way *motioning to the left*.
Cameraman: But I have an interview with Russell Morris and Michael Chevalier.
Conductor: Sir, they have a porter who will get you when they are ready.
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*A couple hours later, the train goes by in the Illinois farmland. The camera then walks into the Skytop Lounge with a porter leading the way. Russell sits in a black polo and khakis with his arm around Annabelle, in a black dress, and a Jack and Coke on the table in front of him. Michael sits on the opposite side in a gold polo and khaki shorts with a bourbon on the rocks in front of him.*
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Porter: Mr. Morris, here’s the camera crew.
Russell: *Reaching into his wallet and pulling out a fifty and handing it to the porter.* Thank ya Sam. *Sam leaves the car as Morris motions towards the seat pulled up on the other side of the table from the Dreamboats.* Have a seat my man.
*The camera drops to an even level with Russell and Michael. The farmland zooms by behind them as a thin trail of black smoke runs over the center above the car.*
Russell: Now, I know what you people are thinking. Why are they on a train car going to Iowa? Don’t they have enough money for a private jet. Well, yes we do. But the fact is, we ain’t gonna worry about that when we can just do what we damn well please. And after the gold is around our waists, it won’t matter what we do because we’ll be makin’ the rules.
Michael: Now, I kno dat people are comin’ out an’ sayin’ dis and dat about mah accen’. Y’know boys, when you are steppin’ in da ring wit da Dreamboat Express, da las’ thing on yo mind should be how I tawk. It oughta be on what we gonna do to ya. Da way I view it is dat you all too worried ‘bout dat and ain’t worried about winnin’ da tag belts. Da one I don’ get is Roy Speede because ya girl seemed to love da way I tawk. Maybe when we in Iowa, I’ll take her ‘round da block, maybe bring her back, but I doubt she gonna wanna. Because once you been wit a dreamboat, you can’t jus’ go back to every run o’da mill jabron who ain’t worth nutin’ in ring or out and is so fulla crap his eyes are brown.
Russell: You got that right brotha. And FPV, last week, you can go ahead and just view that as a fluke. I doubt that when we step back between those ropes, you’re gonna be ready for what I’m bringin’ brotha. That gold around your waist may as well be a giant target. And FPV, I’ve been out on the ranch enough to be a pretty good damn shot. If it takes me beatin’ you, my brotha here beatin’ Speede or just knockin’ you two out so we can take the fight to Johnny and Jay. *The muffled sound of the whistle blowing for a railroad crossing causes Russell to take a break. He uses this as a chance to reach down and take a drink of his Jack and Coke. After the train fully crosses the road, Russell glances back to see children running out to grab the pennies the train flatten.* Johnny Reb, the invertebrate confederate. When you see us comin’ John Boy, don’t go runnin’ back to your mammy on the plantation in Alabama. Let her wipe your tears away as you have lost your shot at WCF gold. The only gold that’ll be on you is that big yellow stripe down your back. Not enough courage to even TRY to come after us. Sorry to spoil your fun, but you’re not a challenger in this match, you are nothing more than a nuisance.
Michael: And Jay Whee-yums, Imma be honest. Bruh, I’ve taken craps bigga dan you. You comin’ out as “Dynamite”, “Rawkstar”, “Da Gay-mah”, y’know, it ain’t good if nobody knows quite what to call ya. So you oughta bring ya family up da rivah from St. Louis and show dem how you have gotten to da level where you can step into da ring wit da bes’ tag team in da world today. Hell, I got Roy bringin’ his ol’ lady, you oughta go ahead and bring your’s to jus’ to save da trouble lay-tah.
Russell: Now my partner here is already ready for the post-match celebration. Why? Because you boys ain’t a viable challenge to us. *The muffled whistle sounds as the train goes over another grade crossing.* We’re the best tag team in professional wrestling today. I mean, we understand that haters gonna hate and no one wants to see someone with *counting everything he lists as he says them* this much in-ring talent, this amount of oratory skills, our way with the ladies, this much southern charm and stunning good looks win the straps, but it’s not our fault we’re all of those. But when you throw us in with the Neanderthals and cowards in this match, *glancing back as more children run out to pick up the crushed pennies* you boys are pennies on the rail and the Express has the high-green to the top of mountain.
Michael: WOO WOOOOO!!!!
Russell: *with his eyes looking deep into the camera* All Aboard.
*The camera fades out as train crosses the Mississippi River into Iowa.*
Conductor: If you’re lookin’ to get to Des Moines, you better get up here. We’re about to head out.
*The camera is handed up to the porter as the camera climbs up the stairs on the side of the “porch”. After the camera man gets up, he grabs the camera back as the whistle blows, echoing back through the Chicago Union Station platforms.*
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ohMdZ4UuGCo
Conductor: If you are with WCF, your berth is right up this way *motioning to the left*.
Cameraman: But I have an interview with Russell Morris and Michael Chevalier.
Conductor: Sir, they have a porter who will get you when they are ready.
farm3.static.flickr.com/2431/3733058211_ce7c878ef0.jpg
*A couple hours later, the train goes by in the Illinois farmland. The camera then walks into the Skytop Lounge with a porter leading the way. Russell sits in a black polo and khakis with his arm around Annabelle, in a black dress, and a Jack and Coke on the table in front of him. Michael sits on the opposite side in a gold polo and khaki shorts with a bourbon on the rocks in front of him.*
i.ytimg.com/vi/Qd-T7ymnrc4/0.jpg
Porter: Mr. Morris, here’s the camera crew.
Russell: *Reaching into his wallet and pulling out a fifty and handing it to the porter.* Thank ya Sam. *Sam leaves the car as Morris motions towards the seat pulled up on the other side of the table from the Dreamboats.* Have a seat my man.
*The camera drops to an even level with Russell and Michael. The farmland zooms by behind them as a thin trail of black smoke runs over the center above the car.*
Russell: Now, I know what you people are thinking. Why are they on a train car going to Iowa? Don’t they have enough money for a private jet. Well, yes we do. But the fact is, we ain’t gonna worry about that when we can just do what we damn well please. And after the gold is around our waists, it won’t matter what we do because we’ll be makin’ the rules.
Michael: Now, I kno dat people are comin’ out an’ sayin’ dis and dat about mah accen’. Y’know boys, when you are steppin’ in da ring wit da Dreamboat Express, da las’ thing on yo mind should be how I tawk. It oughta be on what we gonna do to ya. Da way I view it is dat you all too worried ‘bout dat and ain’t worried about winnin’ da tag belts. Da one I don’ get is Roy Speede because ya girl seemed to love da way I tawk. Maybe when we in Iowa, I’ll take her ‘round da block, maybe bring her back, but I doubt she gonna wanna. Because once you been wit a dreamboat, you can’t jus’ go back to every run o’da mill jabron who ain’t worth nutin’ in ring or out and is so fulla crap his eyes are brown.
Russell: You got that right brotha. And FPV, last week, you can go ahead and just view that as a fluke. I doubt that when we step back between those ropes, you’re gonna be ready for what I’m bringin’ brotha. That gold around your waist may as well be a giant target. And FPV, I’ve been out on the ranch enough to be a pretty good damn shot. If it takes me beatin’ you, my brotha here beatin’ Speede or just knockin’ you two out so we can take the fight to Johnny and Jay. *The muffled sound of the whistle blowing for a railroad crossing causes Russell to take a break. He uses this as a chance to reach down and take a drink of his Jack and Coke. After the train fully crosses the road, Russell glances back to see children running out to grab the pennies the train flatten.* Johnny Reb, the invertebrate confederate. When you see us comin’ John Boy, don’t go runnin’ back to your mammy on the plantation in Alabama. Let her wipe your tears away as you have lost your shot at WCF gold. The only gold that’ll be on you is that big yellow stripe down your back. Not enough courage to even TRY to come after us. Sorry to spoil your fun, but you’re not a challenger in this match, you are nothing more than a nuisance.
Michael: And Jay Whee-yums, Imma be honest. Bruh, I’ve taken craps bigga dan you. You comin’ out as “Dynamite”, “Rawkstar”, “Da Gay-mah”, y’know, it ain’t good if nobody knows quite what to call ya. So you oughta bring ya family up da rivah from St. Louis and show dem how you have gotten to da level where you can step into da ring wit da bes’ tag team in da world today. Hell, I got Roy bringin’ his ol’ lady, you oughta go ahead and bring your’s to jus’ to save da trouble lay-tah.
Russell: Now my partner here is already ready for the post-match celebration. Why? Because you boys ain’t a viable challenge to us. *The muffled whistle sounds as the train goes over another grade crossing.* We’re the best tag team in professional wrestling today. I mean, we understand that haters gonna hate and no one wants to see someone with *counting everything he lists as he says them* this much in-ring talent, this amount of oratory skills, our way with the ladies, this much southern charm and stunning good looks win the straps, but it’s not our fault we’re all of those. But when you throw us in with the Neanderthals and cowards in this match, *glancing back as more children run out to pick up the crushed pennies* you boys are pennies on the rail and the Express has the high-green to the top of mountain.
Michael: WOO WOOOOO!!!!
Russell: *with his eyes looking deep into the camera* All Aboard.
*The camera fades out as train crosses the Mississippi River into Iowa.*
