Post by morrison on Feb 21, 2007 20:52:27 GMT -6
We see the back door to the arena swing open as Rich Morrison and the unidentified woman walk confidently out. We see a sea of POW fans outside of the arena. They begin to get riled up at the sight of a main event POW wrestler within mere feet of them. Rich looks around a bit and sees a security vehicle parked to their right. He walks up to the officer that is sitting inside of the car.
Rich:Can I borrow this?
The officer agrees and Rich Morrison is now in possession of a megaphone. This will not be pretty folks, there is no telling what will come out of this man's mouth.
Rich:Where in the hell is your hero? Where is Shawn Stevens? You people wanna idolize someone? You should idolize me, Rich Morrison! I'm a god amongst men, and this is my proclamation. You people have one of two choices. One, you listen to me and become followers. Or two, you side with the rest of them and be force fed a plate full of lies and deception. Allow me to introduce the "Rich Morrison 3 Commandments".
Morrison walks over to the left side of the group.
Rich:Commandment One: Thou shall only believe in one true wrestler, Rich Morrison.
There is no other person in this world, not Shawn Stevens and not even the president of our country that can go one on one with me and live to tell about it. I have something everyone else lacks, depth. I've got followers all over the world and the people here in this town will be no different. After I'm through with disposing of Triple S, there will be hundreds of new converts to the "Morrison Fellowship". You see, when I was the leader of the nMa, it was on a small scale. I had two diciples that ended up not being true to the cause. Now, I have hundreds of thousands. If you don't believe me, check the facts!
Morrison runs over to the right side of the group.
Rich:Commandment Two: Thou shall purchase merchandise from only one man, Rich Morrison.
Why are you going to buy merchandise that features wrestlers other than your leader? It seems pointless. Doesn't it? Not only does my multi-million dollar company produce the coolest looking merchandise, it's the most comfortable.
Don't you people DARE buy Shawn Stevens merchandise. He's the enemy. By supporting the enemy, you are negating the forward progression of our plight to rid the world of mediocrity. Shawn Stevens is the epitome of mediocre. He is nothing more than a fake snake in the grass that is filling the world with suck. To even think he's worth out time, is ridiculous.
He then stands in the middle of the group. They are booing this man who thinks he is some sort of prophet.
Rich:Rich:I will be the POW World Heavyweight Champion and I deserve nothing but respect from you invalids!
Morrison throws the megaphone down and storms back into the building. He sees an announcer standing there. He rushes up to him and grabs a microphone.
Rich:That was such disrespect that those damn Shawn Stevens fan showed me outside! It's a well known fact that I am quite simply the very best personality that this business has ever seen. To be booed every night? It's a travesty! Tell them baby.
WOMAN:You are 100% right, Rich. Those...eugh...those bastards! They should learn that when we do things, we do things right. And tonight, we're bringing home the POW title. It's gonna rest pretty nice in the bed with us tonight. It's gonna be between us as we consummate your title win!
Rich:Haha, yeah. You bet your pretty little ass! Shawn Stevens, as the time draws near, I have to quote a very famous person. Vince Lombardi once said "It's not whether you get knocked down; it's whether you get up." Shawn, tonight, I'm gonna get knocked down. I am going to get pounded...but I will get up. After I hit you with everything I have, you aren't getting up. I can guarantee that.
Rich and the woman then enter their locker room and slam the door. Rich seems pissed off, and sits down. The woman begins to massage his back.
WOMAN:Is that good? Is that how you like it?
Rich:That's exactly how I like it. Dammit, that Shawn Stevens! Who does he think he is? Does he know who I am? I'm the "Only Real Superstar", I'm the "Icon", I'm "The Standard". Hell, I'm a professional wrestling god. I refuse to back down tonight, baby. For the first time since I came back from my injury, I'm feeling the drive. I'm feeling the passion that got me to where I'm at today. I honestly don't believe anyone in this world can knock me down from this high. That title belt is as good as mine.
WOMAN:Where is your insurance policy?
Rich:I don't know. But, he better get here soon. The show is about to start.
WOMAN:Yeah, I hope he knows what he's doing...
There is a knock at the door, a large African American man steps in.
Rich:Finally! I thought you'd never make it. How was the flight?.
MAN:It was alright, your match is next?.
Rich:Yeah. You remember what I told you?
MAN:I went over the plan a hundred times in my head. I remember.
Rich:Good. I'm glad.
MAN:Time to go?.
Rich:Yeah, let's get out there.
MAN:I've got your back.
Rich:Can I borrow this?
The officer agrees and Rich Morrison is now in possession of a megaphone. This will not be pretty folks, there is no telling what will come out of this man's mouth.
Rich:Where in the hell is your hero? Where is Shawn Stevens? You people wanna idolize someone? You should idolize me, Rich Morrison! I'm a god amongst men, and this is my proclamation. You people have one of two choices. One, you listen to me and become followers. Or two, you side with the rest of them and be force fed a plate full of lies and deception. Allow me to introduce the "Rich Morrison 3 Commandments".
Morrison walks over to the left side of the group.
Rich:Commandment One: Thou shall only believe in one true wrestler, Rich Morrison.
There is no other person in this world, not Shawn Stevens and not even the president of our country that can go one on one with me and live to tell about it. I have something everyone else lacks, depth. I've got followers all over the world and the people here in this town will be no different. After I'm through with disposing of Triple S, there will be hundreds of new converts to the "Morrison Fellowship". You see, when I was the leader of the nMa, it was on a small scale. I had two diciples that ended up not being true to the cause. Now, I have hundreds of thousands. If you don't believe me, check the facts!
Morrison runs over to the right side of the group.
Rich:Commandment Two: Thou shall purchase merchandise from only one man, Rich Morrison.
Why are you going to buy merchandise that features wrestlers other than your leader? It seems pointless. Doesn't it? Not only does my multi-million dollar company produce the coolest looking merchandise, it's the most comfortable.
Don't you people DARE buy Shawn Stevens merchandise. He's the enemy. By supporting the enemy, you are negating the forward progression of our plight to rid the world of mediocrity. Shawn Stevens is the epitome of mediocre. He is nothing more than a fake snake in the grass that is filling the world with suck. To even think he's worth out time, is ridiculous.
He then stands in the middle of the group. They are booing this man who thinks he is some sort of prophet.
Rich:Rich:I will be the POW World Heavyweight Champion and I deserve nothing but respect from you invalids!
Morrison throws the megaphone down and storms back into the building. He sees an announcer standing there. He rushes up to him and grabs a microphone.
Rich:That was such disrespect that those damn Shawn Stevens fan showed me outside! It's a well known fact that I am quite simply the very best personality that this business has ever seen. To be booed every night? It's a travesty! Tell them baby.
WOMAN:You are 100% right, Rich. Those...eugh...those bastards! They should learn that when we do things, we do things right. And tonight, we're bringing home the POW title. It's gonna rest pretty nice in the bed with us tonight. It's gonna be between us as we consummate your title win!
Rich:Haha, yeah. You bet your pretty little ass! Shawn Stevens, as the time draws near, I have to quote a very famous person. Vince Lombardi once said "It's not whether you get knocked down; it's whether you get up." Shawn, tonight, I'm gonna get knocked down. I am going to get pounded...but I will get up. After I hit you with everything I have, you aren't getting up. I can guarantee that.
Rich and the woman then enter their locker room and slam the door. Rich seems pissed off, and sits down. The woman begins to massage his back.
WOMAN:Is that good? Is that how you like it?
Rich:That's exactly how I like it. Dammit, that Shawn Stevens! Who does he think he is? Does he know who I am? I'm the "Only Real Superstar", I'm the "Icon", I'm "The Standard". Hell, I'm a professional wrestling god. I refuse to back down tonight, baby. For the first time since I came back from my injury, I'm feeling the drive. I'm feeling the passion that got me to where I'm at today. I honestly don't believe anyone in this world can knock me down from this high. That title belt is as good as mine.
WOMAN:Where is your insurance policy?
Rich:I don't know. But, he better get here soon. The show is about to start.
WOMAN:Yeah, I hope he knows what he's doing...
There is a knock at the door, a large African American man steps in.
Rich:Finally! I thought you'd never make it. How was the flight?.
MAN:It was alright, your match is next?.
Rich:Yeah. You remember what I told you?
MAN:I went over the plan a hundred times in my head. I remember.
Rich:Good. I'm glad.
MAN:Time to go?.
Rich:Yeah, let's get out there.
MAN:I've got your back.