Post by Mike Morrison on Sept 2, 2011 21:53:42 GMT -4
[OOC: Sorry it is short I have a busy workload this week.]
“For me, insanity is super sanity. The normal is psychotic. Normal means lack of imagination, lack of creativity.” Jean Dubuffet
‘Why have you forsaken me? Yes I know a quote from a Chris de Burgh song, I know that is far away from insanity as you can get. But fuck it, I gave the fans what they wanted. They wanted crazyness they wanted blood. I gave it to them in spades then why is Johnny Brown the number one contender and not me. Nothing against my fellow Brit. To make it worse the APW universe thinks another Mike Morrison V.S Hopper Rose match will entertain. Am I that much of a fucking joke that the same record has to be played again and again?’
I am sitting in an hospital that has given up the ghost long ago, I visited here before yes it the same insane asylum folks. The cameraman follows me as I walk around the place I consider holy ground.
‘Guess what Hopper it is me and you again. Yeah the APW disguised it as a tag match, but deep down you know it is me and you always has been always will be. But this isn’t a promo about how I hate you, because despite what you say you and I are alike put aside you partner, I haven’t considered mine. I had one wish is that I wished I realized it sooner when we fought last.’
I check around the old rooms, believe it or not there is still padding but it stinks of mould, one of the beds is wrecked I pick up a piece of steel about 5 feet in length. I look at it and smile, the world wished it knew of my intentions but they do not. I am mad I am crazy I don’t give a shit about my body.
‘I have just one gripe not against you Hopper believe it or not, my hatred is against the fans. You saw the light before I did, they are the scum of the earth and I now see why. They only care about the pretty boy with the muscles, they do not care about the down and dirty brawlers. They pretend to want blood and guts, so what do we do Hopper we do that we break pur bones and bust ourselves open. They do not care they want pretty boys to do that they then become heroes and hall of famers, we do it we are scum, nobodies.’
I notice an old table lying against the wall I guess it was used as a nurse station I look at this steel and again at the table. I hit my self repeatedly over the head till the blood pours. I then throw my self through the table. And lie there laughing the pain is exquisite better than alcohol and certainly better than crack and heroin.
‘See this APW universe is there enough blood for you here. Have I not put myself through enough pain for you? You make me sick to my stomach. Hopper when we meet it will be just us put away the fans, put away the tag partners, and I we do what we were put on this earth to do cause and enjoy pain. This is the end of the coaster, so enjoy it while you can I know I have.’
The cameraman makes a run for it and I scream behind him.
‘Running away, what’s a matter my crazyness too much for you and the rest of the APW? Hopper understands me don’t you Hopper?’
Cut to static.
“For me, insanity is super sanity. The normal is psychotic. Normal means lack of imagination, lack of creativity.” Jean Dubuffet
‘Why have you forsaken me? Yes I know a quote from a Chris de Burgh song, I know that is far away from insanity as you can get. But fuck it, I gave the fans what they wanted. They wanted crazyness they wanted blood. I gave it to them in spades then why is Johnny Brown the number one contender and not me. Nothing against my fellow Brit. To make it worse the APW universe thinks another Mike Morrison V.S Hopper Rose match will entertain. Am I that much of a fucking joke that the same record has to be played again and again?’
I am sitting in an hospital that has given up the ghost long ago, I visited here before yes it the same insane asylum folks. The cameraman follows me as I walk around the place I consider holy ground.
‘Guess what Hopper it is me and you again. Yeah the APW disguised it as a tag match, but deep down you know it is me and you always has been always will be. But this isn’t a promo about how I hate you, because despite what you say you and I are alike put aside you partner, I haven’t considered mine. I had one wish is that I wished I realized it sooner when we fought last.’
I check around the old rooms, believe it or not there is still padding but it stinks of mould, one of the beds is wrecked I pick up a piece of steel about 5 feet in length. I look at it and smile, the world wished it knew of my intentions but they do not. I am mad I am crazy I don’t give a shit about my body.
‘I have just one gripe not against you Hopper believe it or not, my hatred is against the fans. You saw the light before I did, they are the scum of the earth and I now see why. They only care about the pretty boy with the muscles, they do not care about the down and dirty brawlers. They pretend to want blood and guts, so what do we do Hopper we do that we break pur bones and bust ourselves open. They do not care they want pretty boys to do that they then become heroes and hall of famers, we do it we are scum, nobodies.’
I notice an old table lying against the wall I guess it was used as a nurse station I look at this steel and again at the table. I hit my self repeatedly over the head till the blood pours. I then throw my self through the table. And lie there laughing the pain is exquisite better than alcohol and certainly better than crack and heroin.
‘See this APW universe is there enough blood for you here. Have I not put myself through enough pain for you? You make me sick to my stomach. Hopper when we meet it will be just us put away the fans, put away the tag partners, and I we do what we were put on this earth to do cause and enjoy pain. This is the end of the coaster, so enjoy it while you can I know I have.’
The cameraman makes a run for it and I scream behind him.
‘Running away, what’s a matter my crazyness too much for you and the rest of the APW? Hopper understands me don’t you Hopper?’
Cut to static.
