Post by morrison on Feb 18, 2007 19:04:04 GMT -6
The camera fades from black to Long Island,NY. We are in a very affluent part of town. We get a glimpse of a large mansion-like house in the distance. As we get closer, we see a sign that says "Morrison". This is obviously the house of POW Wrestling Superstar Rich Morrison! The door to the large house opens and we see Rich standing there dressed in a casual business outfit.
Rich:Why,hello there! It seems as though I'm not the only one who can invite the Power On Wrestling community into my place of residence. However, my household is thousands of times better than the slums Shawn Stevens lives in. Chicago, is it? Such pity. I would have thought Stevens could have afforded to live in a better city. I mean, Shawn claims his career is light years ahead of mine. Right? Well, Shawn. If you were as popular as you said you were, you wouldn't be living in the Chicago area. Folks, to be honest, and I've checked the facts...Shawn Stevens couldn't draw if his life depended on it. Which furthers my point of Triple S being the "Poor Man's Rich Morrison". You see, Shawn claims he's a man of the people. He claims he's put all of the big mouths into the ground. However, Shawn, you are one of the biggest loudmouths I have come across. Both you and your brother have been known to talk up a storm. If your job is to kill all of the big mouths, you might as well do us all a favor and kill yourself.
Okay, so maybe that's a bit harsh. Advising someone to kill themselves isn't what a God would do. So, I take that back. However, I do wish that after I beat you and win the POW World Heavyweight Championship that you just stay home. It would do the show a lot better if you just didn't show up. People can say whatever they want about Rich Morrison, but if they say I'm overrated...it's a lie. The last match that actually mattered in UWL was a match that featured Tito Capaci and myself in a ladder match. It broke all previous attendance rates in the history of that company. I put on a five star classic, like always. I can drag a good match out of anyone. So many people say that all I am is a "Sports Entertainer" and that I have no real wrestling skill. Well, to those people, and you Shawn Stevens...you can kiss my ass. I'm one of the greatest wrestlers of our generation. When people look back on the 2001-2007 era, it will be synonymous with the name "Rich Morrison".
Rich Morrison walks over to his trophy case. He opens it up and looks at the many titles he has won over the years. He looks directly at both the MPW and LWE World Heavyweight Championships. He takes them both out. He slings one over each of his shoulders. Rich then takes a seat by his mini-bar.
Rich:I saw your trophy case, Shawn. It was nice. But, it doesn't hold these. Do you people see these two title belts? These two championships were two of the greatest accomplishments I have ever won. For Shawn Stevens to discredit them both...is a travesty. I understand where he is coming from with the More Power Wrestling title. The company was mismanaged to the point of exhaustion. People were being given this belt for doing favors for the owner.I won it fair and square. However, that championship was soiled before I even won it. The very company that I got my start in was below me. I eclipsed the MPW two weeks after I joined. The belt on my other shoulder is that of the Legacy Wrestling Entertainment company. Hundreds of people have made their way through the hollowed halls of the LWE. However, in the near 2 year existence of the company, only 5 people have been champion. The very first champion, and probably the most important one... was me. I set the standard for all other champions.
Morrison once again walks over to his trophy case. He sets both belts back into their original holders. He then walks over and turns off the light to his study. He is now walking and talking.
Rich:Mr. Stevens also seems to think that the only thing I have ever done in my career was try and be controversial. You see, once again, Shawn is wrong. I don't try and be anything. Controversy seems to follow me. I have never chosen to try and emulate anyone. What you see is what you get. Hell, Rich Morrison the POW wrestler is Rich Morrison the person. When I step out of the ring and enter my house, this is it. This is what you get. Am I flawed? Yeah. Do I make any apologies for being me? Of course not. Unlike most of the cowards in this business, Stevens included, I don't hide behind some sort of gimmick. My calling card is just being myself. THAT is how I got over. Shawn, like I said before, I hear you claiming that your one of the people. You say I should respect those who pay my bills? Well, I don't have to like or respect anyone I don't. You can go soft and appreciate these people, but why?
All of the people that come to POW shows and watch POW on television are southern rednecks who couldn't afford a house in Ohio! How am I supposed to honestly respect the working man? They didn't go to school. They didn't get a degree. They didn't do anything but their own sisters on prom night. Shawn, go ahead. Be one of them. Have fun doing it, really. You can go to some random shanty pub. More power to you. I prefer the finer things in life. "Champagne Wishes and Caviar Dreams". A professional wrestling God like myself would have it no other way.
Rich Morrison sits down on his couch. He begins to laugh as he flips through the latest edition of "USA Today". He puts the paper down after a few minutes and scratches his chin for a second or two. Something must have come to him, and he is now ready to speak again.
Rich:For someone who says that I live in the past with all of my accomplishments and accolades, you do seem to like bringing up the UWL World Heavyweight Championship that you won a very long time ago. You see, if Jay Jefferson knew how to utilize a proper heel, I would be the UWL World Heavyweight Champion right now. However, when it looked like someone from the "Tribe of the Legacy" was about to destroy everything he had built, he put his tails between his legs and ran away from this business. You know what? Good. This business isn't for cowards. Shawn Stevens, I give you one thing, your not afraid.
You want to win the POW title just as much as I do. You are gonna give 110% percent of what you have and will try to entertain these people while doing it. I can't say I'll try and impress, my goal is to end this fast and hard. I don't need to be in the ring for longer than a few minutes to dispose of you. Your not exactly a tough guy. You've got a lot of flashy moves, but they will mean nothing in the end. The longer this goes Shawn, the more in favor of me the match gets. I have years more experience than you. I'm the ring general, and your the newbie. Sure, you've won a bunch of titles, but so have we all. Everyone in Power On Wrestling is of championship calibur. Tito Capaci wouldn't just hire some guy off of the street.
He rises from his couch and notices his butler watching him speak. He notions over towards the kitchen area. The butler puts up a water for tea.
Rich:Just like all those before you, you will fall at the feet of the man. I don't need to drop names like you do. Names don't matter. Plus, I don't remember half of the people I've beaten. I've steam rolled over so many people...at this point, it's all just a blur. Names, faces, gimmicks. They don't mean anything. All that matters is one man, Rich Morrison. You can ask anyone in this business who Rich Morrison is. They can point me out in a crowded room full of wrestlers. You ask them who Shawn Stevens is... they'll shrug and point to anyone. That is how powerful I am. Whether it's the board room or the wrestling ring, I come in second to none. Remember that.
You claim that I have never beaten you? Well, you haven't beaten me one on one either. This is new, this is fresh, this is intense. The biggest match in the history of the POW. This match, I know, will never be challenged. From this point on, until this company ceases to exit, everyone will cite this match...as their inspiration. Professional wrestling tape traders will try and get this match online to study it. I'm sure when Dave Meltzer sees this, he will cream his khakis and soil his briefs at the same time. THAT is how big this match will be.
Rich Morrison's butler hands his his glass of hot tea. He thanks him and sends him off. He takes a sip, and then places it down. Rich then looks very seriously at the camera.
Rich:Shawn Stevens, it's time for me to leave. I have business in Los Angeles to take care of. But, don't worry. I'll be speaking to you soon. I'm sure there is a camera crew in California. While you are cold and bitter in Chicago, I'll be on the beach getting a tan.
Keep training. I'll see you soon, Shawn. And that's a fact!
Rich Morrison opens up the "USA Today" again and begins to drink his tea again. The camera fades to black.
Rich:Why,hello there! It seems as though I'm not the only one who can invite the Power On Wrestling community into my place of residence. However, my household is thousands of times better than the slums Shawn Stevens lives in. Chicago, is it? Such pity. I would have thought Stevens could have afforded to live in a better city. I mean, Shawn claims his career is light years ahead of mine. Right? Well, Shawn. If you were as popular as you said you were, you wouldn't be living in the Chicago area. Folks, to be honest, and I've checked the facts...Shawn Stevens couldn't draw if his life depended on it. Which furthers my point of Triple S being the "Poor Man's Rich Morrison". You see, Shawn claims he's a man of the people. He claims he's put all of the big mouths into the ground. However, Shawn, you are one of the biggest loudmouths I have come across. Both you and your brother have been known to talk up a storm. If your job is to kill all of the big mouths, you might as well do us all a favor and kill yourself.
Okay, so maybe that's a bit harsh. Advising someone to kill themselves isn't what a God would do. So, I take that back. However, I do wish that after I beat you and win the POW World Heavyweight Championship that you just stay home. It would do the show a lot better if you just didn't show up. People can say whatever they want about Rich Morrison, but if they say I'm overrated...it's a lie. The last match that actually mattered in UWL was a match that featured Tito Capaci and myself in a ladder match. It broke all previous attendance rates in the history of that company. I put on a five star classic, like always. I can drag a good match out of anyone. So many people say that all I am is a "Sports Entertainer" and that I have no real wrestling skill. Well, to those people, and you Shawn Stevens...you can kiss my ass. I'm one of the greatest wrestlers of our generation. When people look back on the 2001-2007 era, it will be synonymous with the name "Rich Morrison".
Rich Morrison walks over to his trophy case. He opens it up and looks at the many titles he has won over the years. He looks directly at both the MPW and LWE World Heavyweight Championships. He takes them both out. He slings one over each of his shoulders. Rich then takes a seat by his mini-bar.
Rich:I saw your trophy case, Shawn. It was nice. But, it doesn't hold these. Do you people see these two title belts? These two championships were two of the greatest accomplishments I have ever won. For Shawn Stevens to discredit them both...is a travesty. I understand where he is coming from with the More Power Wrestling title. The company was mismanaged to the point of exhaustion. People were being given this belt for doing favors for the owner.I won it fair and square. However, that championship was soiled before I even won it. The very company that I got my start in was below me. I eclipsed the MPW two weeks after I joined. The belt on my other shoulder is that of the Legacy Wrestling Entertainment company. Hundreds of people have made their way through the hollowed halls of the LWE. However, in the near 2 year existence of the company, only 5 people have been champion. The very first champion, and probably the most important one... was me. I set the standard for all other champions.
Morrison once again walks over to his trophy case. He sets both belts back into their original holders. He then walks over and turns off the light to his study. He is now walking and talking.
Rich:Mr. Stevens also seems to think that the only thing I have ever done in my career was try and be controversial. You see, once again, Shawn is wrong. I don't try and be anything. Controversy seems to follow me. I have never chosen to try and emulate anyone. What you see is what you get. Hell, Rich Morrison the POW wrestler is Rich Morrison the person. When I step out of the ring and enter my house, this is it. This is what you get. Am I flawed? Yeah. Do I make any apologies for being me? Of course not. Unlike most of the cowards in this business, Stevens included, I don't hide behind some sort of gimmick. My calling card is just being myself. THAT is how I got over. Shawn, like I said before, I hear you claiming that your one of the people. You say I should respect those who pay my bills? Well, I don't have to like or respect anyone I don't. You can go soft and appreciate these people, but why?
All of the people that come to POW shows and watch POW on television are southern rednecks who couldn't afford a house in Ohio! How am I supposed to honestly respect the working man? They didn't go to school. They didn't get a degree. They didn't do anything but their own sisters on prom night. Shawn, go ahead. Be one of them. Have fun doing it, really. You can go to some random shanty pub. More power to you. I prefer the finer things in life. "Champagne Wishes and Caviar Dreams". A professional wrestling God like myself would have it no other way.
Rich Morrison sits down on his couch. He begins to laugh as he flips through the latest edition of "USA Today". He puts the paper down after a few minutes and scratches his chin for a second or two. Something must have come to him, and he is now ready to speak again.
Rich:For someone who says that I live in the past with all of my accomplishments and accolades, you do seem to like bringing up the UWL World Heavyweight Championship that you won a very long time ago. You see, if Jay Jefferson knew how to utilize a proper heel, I would be the UWL World Heavyweight Champion right now. However, when it looked like someone from the "Tribe of the Legacy" was about to destroy everything he had built, he put his tails between his legs and ran away from this business. You know what? Good. This business isn't for cowards. Shawn Stevens, I give you one thing, your not afraid.
You want to win the POW title just as much as I do. You are gonna give 110% percent of what you have and will try to entertain these people while doing it. I can't say I'll try and impress, my goal is to end this fast and hard. I don't need to be in the ring for longer than a few minutes to dispose of you. Your not exactly a tough guy. You've got a lot of flashy moves, but they will mean nothing in the end. The longer this goes Shawn, the more in favor of me the match gets. I have years more experience than you. I'm the ring general, and your the newbie. Sure, you've won a bunch of titles, but so have we all. Everyone in Power On Wrestling is of championship calibur. Tito Capaci wouldn't just hire some guy off of the street.
He rises from his couch and notices his butler watching him speak. He notions over towards the kitchen area. The butler puts up a water for tea.
Rich:Just like all those before you, you will fall at the feet of the man. I don't need to drop names like you do. Names don't matter. Plus, I don't remember half of the people I've beaten. I've steam rolled over so many people...at this point, it's all just a blur. Names, faces, gimmicks. They don't mean anything. All that matters is one man, Rich Morrison. You can ask anyone in this business who Rich Morrison is. They can point me out in a crowded room full of wrestlers. You ask them who Shawn Stevens is... they'll shrug and point to anyone. That is how powerful I am. Whether it's the board room or the wrestling ring, I come in second to none. Remember that.
You claim that I have never beaten you? Well, you haven't beaten me one on one either. This is new, this is fresh, this is intense. The biggest match in the history of the POW. This match, I know, will never be challenged. From this point on, until this company ceases to exit, everyone will cite this match...as their inspiration. Professional wrestling tape traders will try and get this match online to study it. I'm sure when Dave Meltzer sees this, he will cream his khakis and soil his briefs at the same time. THAT is how big this match will be.
Rich Morrison's butler hands his his glass of hot tea. He thanks him and sends him off. He takes a sip, and then places it down. Rich then looks very seriously at the camera.
Rich:Shawn Stevens, it's time for me to leave. I have business in Los Angeles to take care of. But, don't worry. I'll be speaking to you soon. I'm sure there is a camera crew in California. While you are cold and bitter in Chicago, I'll be on the beach getting a tan.
Keep training. I'll see you soon, Shawn. And that's a fact!
Rich Morrison opens up the "USA Today" again and begins to drink his tea again. The camera fades to black.