Post by Mike Morrison on Jun 13, 2011 5:38:46 GMT -4
The camera zooms onto a busy London Street. We see Mike dressed in his usual punk gear. He is carrying his shopping. Suddenly a man comes up to him.
Man: Mr Morrison…Mike
Mike turns around. Noticing this mans American accent.
Mike: Alright me old septic what’s appening.
Man: Sorry, I am here to ask a few questions, I work for an independent fanzine in the States.
Mike: Alright me ol china, meet me later just tell me door man to let you in and show some paper.
Man: Paper?
Mike: Yeah paper, paper with yer face on it. I need a name of course, security an that.
Man: Hugh Lawenson.
Mike: Ok Mr Lawenson, parties at 7:30 and no liberties mind, ta-ra
Mike continues walking and gets to his house.
It is 7:30 and Mr Lawenson has been granted entrance. Mike comes in from the bathroom, he is dressed in his Clockwork Orange attire, he sits down.
Mike: Well if it isn’t Hugh, lets get this interview started; who do you work for again?
Man: He works for wrestling 101, it’s a indy fanzine.
Mike: Cheers Gary.
Gary: No problem Gaffer.
Hugh just coughs as Mike leans on his cane.
Hugh: So tell me Mike, how did you get into wrestling.
Mike: Well I was a young saucepan I watched British legends such as Big Daddy, Giant Haystacks. I decided to travel ol Blighty to train. If it didn’t work out, I guess I would be playing Ska.
Hugh: Where did you get the nickname The Jam?
Mike: I spose people always said I put people in a jam, and that’s where was that born.
Cool for Cats by Squeeze is playing on the C/D player.
Mike: Nice tune, so anyway I always used to scrap at school and it stuck the big boys in a jam. Heh good times. Excuse me, Gary got me that cup of rosy yet.
Hugh:Rosy???
Mike: yeah Rosy Lee, Tea you need to brush up on your rhyme and slang next time you come to London.
Hugh: We have Iced tea in the States.
Mike: That is brutal, you have a pure refreshing drink thats been a staple for British families for years and you have to mess it up.
Hugh says nothing as House of Fun by Madness comes on.
Hugh: Well lets talk about the match.
Mike: Oh yeah Shane Borderland, yeah he high up with himself ain’t he?
Hugh: What do you mean?
Mike: He has beaten a couple of wrestlers and he thinks he’s a champ, I mean counting yer chickens before they hatch.
Mike takes a sip of his tea, and goes back to speaking.
Mike: I mean what type of mug slags off another person without knowing anything about him, I mean that’s just rude. Well he get plenty of time to acquaint himself with yours truly when I kick his hamsteads out his north and south.
Before Hugh can ask Mike throws him a printed sheet with cockney words on it.
Mike: And as for the Test of the Best, lets see if I can introduce a bit of madness and fun lets shake things up a little.
Mikes phone rings.
Mike(On phone): Yeah, ello right mate yeah I be there soon.
Mike stands up and addresses the crowd
Mike: Right lads, that was Charlie, he’s waiting at the nuclear he getting the Brittanies in, come on mr journo I’ll stand you in a few down the pub.
Hugh grabs his jacket and Mike leads the party to the pub.
Man: Mr Morrison…Mike
Mike turns around. Noticing this mans American accent.
Mike: Alright me old septic what’s appening.
Man: Sorry, I am here to ask a few questions, I work for an independent fanzine in the States.
Mike: Alright me ol china, meet me later just tell me door man to let you in and show some paper.
Man: Paper?
Mike: Yeah paper, paper with yer face on it. I need a name of course, security an that.
Man: Hugh Lawenson.
Mike: Ok Mr Lawenson, parties at 7:30 and no liberties mind, ta-ra
Mike continues walking and gets to his house.
It is 7:30 and Mr Lawenson has been granted entrance. Mike comes in from the bathroom, he is dressed in his Clockwork Orange attire, he sits down.
Mike: Well if it isn’t Hugh, lets get this interview started; who do you work for again?
Man: He works for wrestling 101, it’s a indy fanzine.
Mike: Cheers Gary.
Gary: No problem Gaffer.
Hugh just coughs as Mike leans on his cane.
Hugh: So tell me Mike, how did you get into wrestling.
Mike: Well I was a young saucepan I watched British legends such as Big Daddy, Giant Haystacks. I decided to travel ol Blighty to train. If it didn’t work out, I guess I would be playing Ska.
Hugh: Where did you get the nickname The Jam?
Mike: I spose people always said I put people in a jam, and that’s where was that born.
Cool for Cats by Squeeze is playing on the C/D player.
Mike: Nice tune, so anyway I always used to scrap at school and it stuck the big boys in a jam. Heh good times. Excuse me, Gary got me that cup of rosy yet.
Hugh:Rosy???
Mike: yeah Rosy Lee, Tea you need to brush up on your rhyme and slang next time you come to London.
Hugh: We have Iced tea in the States.
Mike: That is brutal, you have a pure refreshing drink thats been a staple for British families for years and you have to mess it up.
Hugh says nothing as House of Fun by Madness comes on.
Hugh: Well lets talk about the match.
Mike: Oh yeah Shane Borderland, yeah he high up with himself ain’t he?
Hugh: What do you mean?
Mike: He has beaten a couple of wrestlers and he thinks he’s a champ, I mean counting yer chickens before they hatch.
Mike takes a sip of his tea, and goes back to speaking.
Mike: I mean what type of mug slags off another person without knowing anything about him, I mean that’s just rude. Well he get plenty of time to acquaint himself with yours truly when I kick his hamsteads out his north and south.
Before Hugh can ask Mike throws him a printed sheet with cockney words on it.
Mike: And as for the Test of the Best, lets see if I can introduce a bit of madness and fun lets shake things up a little.
Mikes phone rings.
Mike(On phone): Yeah, ello right mate yeah I be there soon.
Mike stands up and addresses the crowd
Mike: Right lads, that was Charlie, he’s waiting at the nuclear he getting the Brittanies in, come on mr journo I’ll stand you in a few down the pub.
Hugh grabs his jacket and Mike leads the party to the pub.
