Post by morrison on Feb 21, 2007 13:53:19 GMT -6
The camera fades from black to the Hollywood Hills. We see various shots of the surrounding areas. Finally, after staring at the Hollywood sign for about a minute or so, we fade onto a film set. In the middle of the set is Rich Morrison, he is sitting on a directors chair and he has a wide toothy grin. Rich must be excited for his main event title match, he certainly seems ready.
Rich:Power On Wrestling fans and wrestlers alike, where am I? Well, by the looks of it...I'm in California. You see, what better way to get my point across than to visit the "City of Angels". Since my last update, I see Shawn Stevens has been seen on POW Television, once again, talking trash. Is that all he has? He likes to come out here, open his mouth and talk trash. How pathetic! At least when I have the microphone, people listen. People WANT to hear what comes out of my mouth next. However, every time Shawn Stevens speaks, people wonder who brought the 9 year old kid to the show. It's that bad. Shawn was right, he is one of the people. He's one of the people that contributed to the creation of sound removal ear plugs. God, I hate to hear him talk. The kid thinks he's owed something, well...he isn't. He doesn't deserve anything.
Stevens, you said that that you think I was trying to show you up with my mansion and my two huge accomplishments? No, those two weren't my huge accomplishments...THESE are my two HUGE accomplishments...
A very busty brunette walks into view and sits on the lap of Rich Morrison. He nods a bit as she begins to smile at the camera.
Rich:Nice set of tits, aren't they Shawn? Once again, I do better than you could ever imagine. My house, is bigger than yours. My girl, is hotter than yours. My ability, better than yours. If you made any money Shawn, all of this could belong to you. But, like I have said time and time again...you couldn't draw a sell out crowd if you were given the talent of of Vincent Van Gogh. Nobody pays to see Shawn Stevens attempt to "overcome the odds". Oh no, do you hear the crowd at POW shows? They are chanting for their hero, they are chanting for their God. They are chanting...for Morrison.
You see, you can knock my wrestling ability all you want, I give these people what they need. I give these people what they crave...I give these people a show. When the lights go dark and the crowd is letting out, they are still talking about the main event. They are still talking about Rich Morrison. I set the standard, Shawn. You can open up your book of names a good guy is supposed to call a bad guy in this business and shout them all. It doesn't matter. These people aren't sheep, they don't follow what everything POW tries and shoves down their throats. I'm "America's Most Hated", and these people love me for that.
The woman nibbles at Rich's ear. He tries to open his mouth to speak, but this is such a rush for him. He puts his finger up to her mouth to stop her so he can talk again.
Rich:Shawn Stevens, you do seem to love psycho-analyzing my every move, don't you? Just like the paparazzi, you follow me, don't you? You probably have a blog on the internet about me, don't you? Your a sicko, Shawn. Get help.
Apparently, according to Shawn, I'm living in the shadows of my own insecurity. First off, shut up. I'm Rich Morrison. Secondly, I've got everything anyone can ask for. Insecurity is the least likely reason I do the things I do. Perhaps Dr. Shawn Stalker could follow me a little bit more and try and figure out the reason I've got a foul mouth and a love for Tex-Mex food and big breasts.
The woman laughs and Rich stares for an extended period of time at her...ample measurements..
Rich:Alright, I'm getting off task. Shawn Stevens, you like to think that I flaunt my material items and use my extremely good public speaking to hide the fact that I'm terrible in the ring? You don't think I can pull a five star match out of anyone? I'm positive that you've been taking the same pills that Cran Landom has been taking, because your a nut case. I was trained by the best wrestlers in the world. I was born to be in this business. It's people like you that are killing this industry from the inside out. Never mind my affinity for everything expensive. Instead of worrying about me "trumping" you outside of the ring, you ought to be worried about me defeating you inside of that ring.
How in the world could you possibly say that the people at that last UWL PPV show were there to see you and that overrated piece of shit FDCM wrestle? Honestly, Shawn. Tito and I were in the main event. We were in a ladder match. Quite frankly, I stole the show. If you ask anyone what their favorite match of the night was, it was Morrison/Capaci. Not some random Triple S/FDCM rematch for the 900th time. I was placed in the main event because I earned it. I have the talent and star power to hang with the best. You are just bitter .
He rises from his seat and tells the woman to meet him later on.
Rich:You are bitter that when I rolled into the UWL, people stopped caring about you. They stopped caring about Jay T. Nitro. They stopped caring about Josh Eagles. People were smitten with these new, fresh characters who said what they wanted and did whatever they had to do to get to the top. THAT is why you hate me Shawn. I finally get it. You don't dislike me because you think you're better than me... You dislike me because I took the top spot. I took the spot that belonged to your friends. My first week, I was in the main event. Slowly, you got pushed down the card.
You claim that I was playing politics? Please, kid. You were probably in Jay Jefferson's ear the entire time. You were the reason Rob lost his title. You were the reason Coban got screwed. You were the reason for all of it! Now I get it. Now, the world gets it. Insecure? Shawn Stevens, you're the one that's insecure...not me. You think that you are gonna beat me and win the POW World Heavyweight Championship? I don't think so. Unlike Jay Jefferson, Mr. Tito Capaci is a fair man. Tito, despite our past, is a promoter with dignity and respect. The better man will win, Shawn. And by better man, I mean me.
Morrison sits back down in his directors chair.
Rich:Shawn, you claim what I speak is just grandiose lies. Well, your wrong. The person that lies is you. Look at yourself, Shawn. Your a shell of your former supposed greatness. The kid who won the UWL World title before he was able to drink? That isn't you anymore. What you have degenerated into is simple. A hollow, bitter, angry young man. Your trying to take on the world, Triple S. You picked the wrong guy to mess with though, your time is up. I will be the POW World Heavyweight Champion and there is nothing you can do about it.
Once again, keep training. Keep at it, really. Once again, I've got business. I'll see you soon, Shawn. And that's a fact!
The camera fades to black as Rich calls the woman over again.
Rich:Power On Wrestling fans and wrestlers alike, where am I? Well, by the looks of it...I'm in California. You see, what better way to get my point across than to visit the "City of Angels". Since my last update, I see Shawn Stevens has been seen on POW Television, once again, talking trash. Is that all he has? He likes to come out here, open his mouth and talk trash. How pathetic! At least when I have the microphone, people listen. People WANT to hear what comes out of my mouth next. However, every time Shawn Stevens speaks, people wonder who brought the 9 year old kid to the show. It's that bad. Shawn was right, he is one of the people. He's one of the people that contributed to the creation of sound removal ear plugs. God, I hate to hear him talk. The kid thinks he's owed something, well...he isn't. He doesn't deserve anything.
Stevens, you said that that you think I was trying to show you up with my mansion and my two huge accomplishments? No, those two weren't my huge accomplishments...THESE are my two HUGE accomplishments...
A very busty brunette walks into view and sits on the lap of Rich Morrison. He nods a bit as she begins to smile at the camera.
Rich:Nice set of tits, aren't they Shawn? Once again, I do better than you could ever imagine. My house, is bigger than yours. My girl, is hotter than yours. My ability, better than yours. If you made any money Shawn, all of this could belong to you. But, like I have said time and time again...you couldn't draw a sell out crowd if you were given the talent of of Vincent Van Gogh. Nobody pays to see Shawn Stevens attempt to "overcome the odds". Oh no, do you hear the crowd at POW shows? They are chanting for their hero, they are chanting for their God. They are chanting...for Morrison.
You see, you can knock my wrestling ability all you want, I give these people what they need. I give these people what they crave...I give these people a show. When the lights go dark and the crowd is letting out, they are still talking about the main event. They are still talking about Rich Morrison. I set the standard, Shawn. You can open up your book of names a good guy is supposed to call a bad guy in this business and shout them all. It doesn't matter. These people aren't sheep, they don't follow what everything POW tries and shoves down their throats. I'm "America's Most Hated", and these people love me for that.
The woman nibbles at Rich's ear. He tries to open his mouth to speak, but this is such a rush for him. He puts his finger up to her mouth to stop her so he can talk again.
Rich:Shawn Stevens, you do seem to love psycho-analyzing my every move, don't you? Just like the paparazzi, you follow me, don't you? You probably have a blog on the internet about me, don't you? Your a sicko, Shawn. Get help.
Apparently, according to Shawn, I'm living in the shadows of my own insecurity. First off, shut up. I'm Rich Morrison. Secondly, I've got everything anyone can ask for. Insecurity is the least likely reason I do the things I do. Perhaps Dr. Shawn Stalker could follow me a little bit more and try and figure out the reason I've got a foul mouth and a love for Tex-Mex food and big breasts.
The woman laughs and Rich stares for an extended period of time at her...ample measurements..
Rich:Alright, I'm getting off task. Shawn Stevens, you like to think that I flaunt my material items and use my extremely good public speaking to hide the fact that I'm terrible in the ring? You don't think I can pull a five star match out of anyone? I'm positive that you've been taking the same pills that Cran Landom has been taking, because your a nut case. I was trained by the best wrestlers in the world. I was born to be in this business. It's people like you that are killing this industry from the inside out. Never mind my affinity for everything expensive. Instead of worrying about me "trumping" you outside of the ring, you ought to be worried about me defeating you inside of that ring.
How in the world could you possibly say that the people at that last UWL PPV show were there to see you and that overrated piece of shit FDCM wrestle? Honestly, Shawn. Tito and I were in the main event. We were in a ladder match. Quite frankly, I stole the show. If you ask anyone what their favorite match of the night was, it was Morrison/Capaci. Not some random Triple S/FDCM rematch for the 900th time. I was placed in the main event because I earned it. I have the talent and star power to hang with the best. You are just bitter .
He rises from his seat and tells the woman to meet him later on.
Rich:You are bitter that when I rolled into the UWL, people stopped caring about you. They stopped caring about Jay T. Nitro. They stopped caring about Josh Eagles. People were smitten with these new, fresh characters who said what they wanted and did whatever they had to do to get to the top. THAT is why you hate me Shawn. I finally get it. You don't dislike me because you think you're better than me... You dislike me because I took the top spot. I took the spot that belonged to your friends. My first week, I was in the main event. Slowly, you got pushed down the card.
You claim that I was playing politics? Please, kid. You were probably in Jay Jefferson's ear the entire time. You were the reason Rob lost his title. You were the reason Coban got screwed. You were the reason for all of it! Now I get it. Now, the world gets it. Insecure? Shawn Stevens, you're the one that's insecure...not me. You think that you are gonna beat me and win the POW World Heavyweight Championship? I don't think so. Unlike Jay Jefferson, Mr. Tito Capaci is a fair man. Tito, despite our past, is a promoter with dignity and respect. The better man will win, Shawn. And by better man, I mean me.
Morrison sits back down in his directors chair.
Rich:Shawn, you claim what I speak is just grandiose lies. Well, your wrong. The person that lies is you. Look at yourself, Shawn. Your a shell of your former supposed greatness. The kid who won the UWL World title before he was able to drink? That isn't you anymore. What you have degenerated into is simple. A hollow, bitter, angry young man. Your trying to take on the world, Triple S. You picked the wrong guy to mess with though, your time is up. I will be the POW World Heavyweight Champion and there is nothing you can do about it.
Once again, keep training. Keep at it, really. Once again, I've got business. I'll see you soon, Shawn. And that's a fact!
The camera fades to black as Rich calls the woman over again.