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~~Andrew Morrison~~ · (10-04-2013)

(camera feed on, the camera is looking out over the San Francisco Bay and is on top of the Golden Gate bridge, we see Andrew Morrison in his custom #1 Houston Texans jersey and jeans, he is sitting against the bridge and looking out over the bay, he begins to speak)

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"I sit here, and I look out over this bay, and I feel like I am on top of the world. I sit at heights that seem so high for a normal man. But you see, I am not a normal man. And these heights that I sit at today, they are not high enough. No, the heights that I wish to sit at are much, much higher. How did I get to these heights? I fought for them, I bled for them, I worked for them. Yet I see those who want to shake their fists and look down on me from their mountain of power, they wish to tell me how they are so much better than me, when most of them have never bled as much as I, worked anywhere near as hard."

"To some, the world was handed to them on a silver platter because of their own personal influences with the men upstairs, oh the teacher's pets, the administration kissasses, the ones who sip and slurp Paul Heyman and Giovanni Ferrari and friends for breakfast every morning and then wish to try and spit it in my face, in John Austin, in Christine Nash, in Sarah Parsons' faces, and tell us how they are so much better than us."

"How we are peons, peasants to their so-called titans and gods. We are the ones who plant our feet in the dirt each and every day, we bleed, we sweat, we suffer for each and every thing we got, and we are sick and tired of how we sit at such heights and yet are told that we cannot strive for higher, that we don't have what it takes, when we are hundreds times the men and women that a great number of them are. We are some of many, we are the common man, we are those who help to fill the seats, we are those who help to make those people tune in each and every week, and yet every week, who is always standing tall in the end, who is always promoted, who is always given chances after chances, it is always the ass-kissers, it is always the dick-suckers, it is always those who have had most of their position handed to them and it makes me sick."

(he looks to the camera and runs a hand through his beard)

"Which brings me to Madness here in San Francisco, and which brings me to a group of those very "gods" who sit on their clouds and will soon come crashing back down to Earth."

(Morrison pulls out his cellphone and pushes a button)

"I remember early on in my career, it was while I was cutting the promos for my debut match with ol' Johnny, I received this voicemail from Mr. Walrus himself, Paul Heyman..."

(Morrison pushs a button on his phone again and we hear Paul Heyman)

Paul Heyman: "You remind me of Duke when he first started here..."

(Morrison's face has gone from expressionless to furious while the voicemail played and he places the phone back in his pocket)

"Ah, yes, do you remember those words, Heyman? I reminded you of the "great" Sebastian Duke, the man, the "myth", the "legend". A man who once struck fear into the hearts of even John Madison and to the entire world! A man who for the longest time didn't even have the heart to show his face around here! I was and have been here, week after week, day after day, why I believe I have only taken one week off my entire career, and yes I have had my wins and I have had my losses, but if anything, I have only gotten better and better each and every day, and yet I don't get any messages from you anymore. I don't get any of the big high-profile matches, and yet here I see in the main event, Sebastian Duke."

"He comes back and recruits his group of ass-kissers. The once proud Duke, why, it seems almost everytime I see the man in a match, there is a member of his Brotherhood, a member of his ass-kissers always there to hold his hand and make sure he doesn't fall. And here we are, this upcoming Monday he has a shot at the fucking Crown. Hm, imagine that, the "legendary" Duke has his ass-kissers do most of his dirty work, and YOU and the network let it happen, YOU and the network let all of these "gods" and their subjects run unchecked, and what is their reward but title shots after title shots, glory after glory."

"Yet I sit here before you, I SHOW UP EVERY WEEK I POSSIBLY CAN, I put in the blood, the sacrifice, I haven't been able to even take a day off to go and visit my brother and my sister-in-law who very well could be dying...DYING! Because YOU and the network tell me "it is promotion time", and you all are prepared to feed me, feed Christine, attempt to throw us in a tag team match with members of the Duke asskissers known as the "Brotherhood", and I know you all would be happy to see me and Nash go down and go down hard. Hell, I am even sure you won't give a fuck when every other member of the Brotherhood tries to come down and beat me and Nash into dust, because it is "good for business"."

"But you know what, Heyman, you will see, as well as The Brotherhood, as well as Duke himself. Me and Nash? We may be just fresh bodies out there to you all, but you all will soon realize that we are just as good, no, we are BETTER than whomever you throw at us. We will not go down without giving each and every last fiber of our being, and we will NOT go down. We will prove you all wrong, and we will rise up to the challenge, whether YOU like it, whether the administration likes it, whether Duke likes it or not."

(he looks back over the bay and smirks)

"Ah, yes, the challenge, the match this Monday. Myself and my Family, my sister in spirit and future sister-in-law in marriage, the Twisted Angel herself, Christine Nash. We will join forces and be facing two members of Sebastian Duke's band of misfits, two Brotherhood members, we will be facing Tony Santos and Hunter Payne."

"Tony Santos, a former XWF Xtreme Champion, who until recently, I forgot was even still in the company. Why, he fell flat on his face in a King match he had no real business in and proceeded to lose to a newcomer in Tri Bute, and why he barely even managed to sneak out a victory against the misfits of E.R, why he almost lost a match because of JOHNNY FUCKING CROSS, a guy that I have destroyed on 3 different occasions and yet if it wasn't for his slightly-more capable wrestler and way-more capable ass-kisser partner in Luca beating Cam Lang, a man whom without, imagine this, corporate bullshit and politics, would have lost to me in the Shove-It Deathmatch Tournament, why he would have another loss on his record, and now I am supposed to fear this guy?"

"And if you wish to rub the fact that you have "won" more than me in this company, Santos, we can talk about the past all that we want to, the fact is, let us look at recent memory. You were a ONE-time former champion, now kiss-asser of Duke, you even went back on your own word to join up with him, why, what kind of fucking man are you to go back on the word that you told all your fans. Oh wait, I forgot, I am sure that Duke is giving you plenty of "benefits" and plenty of help, I mean as in almost every Brotherhood match, there is someone to carry the weak. Luca carried you, Duke carries all of you. I have stood across the ring from guys like Peter Gilmour, MULTIPLE-time Xtreme Champion, and I pinned him 1-2-3 in a NO DQ Triple Threat with the likes of John Black wondering around. You had problems just handling his ass-kisser friends AND JTC and had to have your partner bail you out."

"To me, I see you, and hell, I can't believe I am saying this, I mean hell, you are more washed-up than even Peter Gilmour! Peter Gilmour may be a washed-up fatass hasbeen, but even he has managed to suck enough Heyman dick to another title reign, albeit a short one, and then even he, when he joined a group, he became the one whose ass is being kissed. If you are having difficulties with the likes of them, and difficulties with guys like Tri Bute, to where you have to resort to going back and telling your pride to go fuck itself, and get on your knees and kiss the ass of Sebastian Duke to be relevant still in this company, you really are pathetic."

"Speaking of pathetic, let me go to Hunter Payne. A man whom early in my career I faced off, and low and behold, I had him beat to rights. Until he had the assistance of both Crimson Dong, and his bitch of a now ex-wife? Am I right in that, ex-wife? Oh, yes, his big mouthed bitch, Joy? Ah, yes, I remember her well. But now, Hunter Payne doesn't have his wife to fight his battles for him, to bail him out, no, now Hunter has decided to run his mouth while also having his lips planted firmly on the ass of Sebastian Duke."

"So, what ever will happen to those wonderful podcasts that no one except for you watches? Will you start playing boring ass gothic music instead of your ridiculous Latino pop or rock or whatever the fuck you play during it? Will you have Duke as your special guest and top him off after Santos and the rest finish blowing him? Honestly, Payne, just like with Santos, I forgot you were even around, I thought and hoped you were on a permanent vacation, but I guess the aura of Sebastian Duke's gluteus maximus calling you forth and the chance to have more people do the work for you was too much to pass up. The problem is Payne, that Santos won't be able to save you from the ass-whipping you are going to get. And I sure as hell don't see Joy around to jump in front and talk my ear off. No, it will be just you and me, and the last time that it was just you and me, you were out cold. And I will leave you out cold again."

(Morrison runs a hand through his hair and he pauses for a brief moment before taking a deep breath and speaking again)

"Me and Nash both will leave you and Santos lying in the middle of that ring, and I hope, hell, I don't do this often but, I PRAY, that your mistress, or should I say, your boss, Sebastian Duke, and all of the other misfits, like that crybaby Steele and Nightmare...why has anybody even seen him lately..? And Griffin, who probably is still sitting at home getting high off his ass crying about losing out on the Ally Callaway sweepstakes to Mystica....I pray they are all watching, so that they can see that "the almighty Brotherhood" is not as invincible as they believe. And that it wasn't the "revolutionists" of E.R, it wasn't the "bible-thumping" Congregation, or even the supreme ass-kissing "Black Circle" that put a bullet in their stomach..no.."

"The Family will show the world, will show the XWF, and will show Paul Heyman, and all of the powers that be, or powers that bitch, that we are not your peons anymore. That we are not the ones you will push around and bury anymore. We are the ones that will take the fight to you, and we are the ones that will take you all down a notch, and The Brotherhood will take the first bullet from the gun that is The Family, and we will not stop firing until we unload the clip and bring all of you "gods" to your knees!"

(Morrison looks back at the camera and he stands up as the camera pans out and he raises a fist to the sky and smirks as the camera feed ends)

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