Post by Mike Morrison on May 18, 2012 14:47:57 GMT -4
An alleyway covered in graffiti, sets the scene here. As the camera pans down the alley way there is an abandoned, rundown building. Here Mike Morrison sits perched on a smashed, rusted car. The building itself has nothing to it, it is just walls.
Mike sits, absolved in the stars, the moon seems close it can be felt, but he knows it is a million miles away.
Mike suddenly looks at the camera as if he was a deer caught in the headlights.
“Well hello there people, I was just caught looking at luminous balls of gas there, did you knows that stars that suddenly burn out after a few billion years. Like Rico, his faith in the true madness has burned out.”
Mike is more prepared and looks at the camera some more.
“We were so close were we not? See to me it wasn’t about tag team gold, nor was it about victories or losses. It was about discovering madness and bringing it to the lives of those who were normal.
We could have started an empire, we could have won through.”
Mike sighs.
“But no, you had to have it all your own way. You had to think you were the ‘King of Madness’ taking me along for a ride. You were fake as if you could pull down Mikey’s pants and make him spread em.
What you think I didn’t know I was being used for your fake selfish agenda? You thought ‘Mikey was gone, I could use him’. Sorry since when did Insane mean retarded?
I did to you what needed to be done. You tried to grab your last shred of dignity through exploiting my good self. So I brought that chair crashing upon your ego filled noggin two things came to my mind.”
Mike grins.
“I found out that, you were no better than the sausage machine shitbags, that frequent the roster, that your ego was more important, than our goal, our mission. I know you call yourself the King of Madness. I will personally tear down this embarrassment to the god of madness.
The other, as the chair came crashing again and again upon your skull I felt happiness, I felt joy and I felt sorrow. I felt sorrow because you had so much potential the voice told me so.
I felt happiness, I mean to bust someone open is a reason to be happy and joyous isn’t it. The voice wanted for you to be one with the real side of madness, to be able to walk the true path of madness. You could have been so much more, I am disappointed in myself. Oh did I mention about the theme of completion.
Mike sits there for a while, the camera man is getting scared, he tries to get Mikes attention for Mike to kick him in the stomach and drop him with the madness effect. He picks up the camera.
“Stupid bastard, shouldn’t have disturbed me”
“See Rico, I wish to feel complete, and by destroying you I will, I will make you embrace the true madness and want you to see what you were missing. Do not think you can threaten me by smashing a few mirrors and having a tantrum. You will be dropped just the same.”
While holding the camera in one hand he clenches his other in a fist and starts hitting himself over and over.
“Yeah bring your knockout punch, I want you to do it. I want you to hit me, HIT ME AS HARD AS YOU CAN!!!”
Mike just laughs.
“I can see it now, you come down to the ring in your crown of thorns, we go a few rounds. You hit me, I laugh with the blood streaming down my face. I hit you, I hope you will be laughing to.
I will beat you, but it would break my heart if you don’t enjoy it as much as I would if I was in your shoes. Till then Fake King of Madness.”
Mike throws down the camera, walking away whistling, Piano Man.
Mike sits, absolved in the stars, the moon seems close it can be felt, but he knows it is a million miles away.
Mike suddenly looks at the camera as if he was a deer caught in the headlights.
“Well hello there people, I was just caught looking at luminous balls of gas there, did you knows that stars that suddenly burn out after a few billion years. Like Rico, his faith in the true madness has burned out.”
Mike is more prepared and looks at the camera some more.
“We were so close were we not? See to me it wasn’t about tag team gold, nor was it about victories or losses. It was about discovering madness and bringing it to the lives of those who were normal.
We could have started an empire, we could have won through.”
Mike sighs.
“But no, you had to have it all your own way. You had to think you were the ‘King of Madness’ taking me along for a ride. You were fake as if you could pull down Mikey’s pants and make him spread em.
What you think I didn’t know I was being used for your fake selfish agenda? You thought ‘Mikey was gone, I could use him’. Sorry since when did Insane mean retarded?
I did to you what needed to be done. You tried to grab your last shred of dignity through exploiting my good self. So I brought that chair crashing upon your ego filled noggin two things came to my mind.”
Mike grins.
“I found out that, you were no better than the sausage machine shitbags, that frequent the roster, that your ego was more important, than our goal, our mission. I know you call yourself the King of Madness. I will personally tear down this embarrassment to the god of madness.
The other, as the chair came crashing again and again upon your skull I felt happiness, I felt joy and I felt sorrow. I felt sorrow because you had so much potential the voice told me so.
I felt happiness, I mean to bust someone open is a reason to be happy and joyous isn’t it. The voice wanted for you to be one with the real side of madness, to be able to walk the true path of madness. You could have been so much more, I am disappointed in myself. Oh did I mention about the theme of completion.
Mike sits there for a while, the camera man is getting scared, he tries to get Mikes attention for Mike to kick him in the stomach and drop him with the madness effect. He picks up the camera.
“Stupid bastard, shouldn’t have disturbed me”
“See Rico, I wish to feel complete, and by destroying you I will, I will make you embrace the true madness and want you to see what you were missing. Do not think you can threaten me by smashing a few mirrors and having a tantrum. You will be dropped just the same.”
While holding the camera in one hand he clenches his other in a fist and starts hitting himself over and over.
“Yeah bring your knockout punch, I want you to do it. I want you to hit me, HIT ME AS HARD AS YOU CAN!!!”
Mike just laughs.
“I can see it now, you come down to the ring in your crown of thorns, we go a few rounds. You hit me, I laugh with the blood streaming down my face. I hit you, I hope you will be laughing to.
I will beat you, but it would break my heart if you don’t enjoy it as much as I would if I was in your shoes. Till then Fake King of Madness.”
Mike throws down the camera, walking away whistling, Piano Man.
