Post by Mike Morrison on Sept 20, 2011 11:08:27 GMT -4
‘Despite my gripes, nothing has changed even I find it weird I do my best by the fans they boo me, I slander them and hate them they think I am sort of a hero. What a way to develop a split personality disorder. The world stays the same people looking at me as if I am a leper, what because of a bit of madness that I wield?
Should I seek your treatments? Should I seek to be another cattle bumbling along in this hated world? No I don’t think so I wish not to travel that path. I wish to free the world and have everyone join me in throwing off the shackles and being what they want to be as opposed to what they should be.’
The camera turns on in a Psychiatrists ward and Mike is sitting down reading a magazine he is dressed in jeans, trainers and a I’m with Stupid t-shirt. Suddenly a nurse comes up to him.
“Mike, Dr. Higgins will see you now”
Mike just nods and heads into the Doctors office. It a basic room like in all those B movies, usual flower pattern on the walls an oak desk and a poster with the old ‘You don’t have to be mad to work here, but it helps’ on the wall.
Looking at this Mike starts a chuckle thinking he had come to the wrong place. The Doctor walks in looking like Doctor Silberman from the Terminator films except with a lot more hair and glasses. He extends his hand and Mike takes it, the doctor motions him to sit down.
“Right Michael, I would like to get started now.”
“I would like to be called Mike, please”
“Fine, Mike the reason I brought you here is because of the stuff I have been seeing you do. My son watches you every week, not exactly a role model are you?”
He had to laugh at this; this was what all the doctors’ years at Harvard got him, the right to slander someone else.
“Firstly, if you do not want your son watching me on T.V, turn the fucking thing off, secondly there are other wrestlers out there such as my opponent Shane Borderland, whom would be worse ‘Role Models’ than I, he hangs around a dope head whom last week shot his partner with a stun gun for fun.”
“But he is not here is he Mike?”
“No but he bloody well should be, he is a womanizer whom picks on his bodyguard for being a bit slow, and you have the minerals to act out against me, for what because I have a voice in my head?”
“Tell me about the voice”
“He gives me advice but it is good advice, alright I sometimes harm myself to toughen me up. But I don’t take drugs, I don’t rape nor has he got me to do anything daft like join the KKK or the Taliban.”
“Do you think it is normal having a voice direct you?”
“Honestly Doctor, the way I see the world and it’s fucked up priorities, I think it is normal, yes I mean what because I don’t want to accept the fucked up world for it is, I am labeled insane. I mean apart from the wrestling ring where yeah, I cause harm to people and enjoy the harm they put on me. I do not harm anyone else. I do not spark out old ladies for their pension, nor do I get drunk and get arrested, I haven’t caused any criminalities whilst I have been here, and because I hate the world you have the nerve to judge me, this session is over. Yeah this is the world we live in but it doesn’t mean I have to like it.
Mike walks out and goes home.
The camera turns on once again and Mike is sitting in the dark cellar where he normally sits thinking away, a lot has transpired this week, Tommy Knoxville shooting off his gums band more importantly Shane Borderland and the elimination match qualifier. He looks to the camera and gets what he has to off his chest.
“I have had an epiphany people, a brainwave from the reaches of my psyche and it is thus. Why does Tommy Knoxville hate me? It is simple it is the fact one successful Brit slapped him with so many lefts he was begging for a right, so he thinks he can turn on me expecting a better result. How well you know fuck all, bullied in school? That’s an understatement to say the least. I was more like Archer from the classic film Scum. You might want to ask Johnny Brown about that reference next time he kicks the hamsteads from your north. He probably is a fan of Ray Winstone but again that could be an assumption.”
“Anyway the crazy man has rambled on again, isn’t that a sane stereotype, ‘He is rambling nonsense he must be insane’ love it like watching the world burn and people screaming knowing that what they done in life, and all the power they have accumulated can not save them, which brings me to you Shane Borderland you have done well for yourself got a good partner in Jason Kash got a bodyguard in Big heavy, I am a bit upset, when you were shooting out with tasers, how come I wasn’t invited? I wouldn’t have needed a taser it would have been a blast.”
Mike sits there cross legged and looks at his hands.
“You see it is my two hands, and my way of thinking that will be the fire starter, the one that causes the whole world to burn. This world is too soft, no one has any real fun anymore. People like you do all these crazy stunts and think you are crazy. You womanise, and do all this shit thinking ‘Oh how crazy I am, how crazy me and Kash are, that isn’t crazy, thats just plain fucking stupid.”
“You see someone as selfish as you can be a role model for other idiots, that’s ok the more real crazy shit I do the bigger fan base I get, there are already people that are joining the club so to speak. I am going to change the world for the better, where does that put you Shane? So go on, tell the world how ‘retarded’ I am how I shouldn’t be in the same ring as you. Well you can say that, it just sounds like fear to me, I can smell it or that be the mould in the cellar. So I am stepping into that chamber, a doctor said to me that this is the world we live in. I said yeah but I don’t have to like it and it is going to change in my favour. Quite ironic that we settle this in asylum Mikey boy is coming home.”
Mike looks at the camera and it zooms.
“Oh and I hope you bring those stun guns I want to try it on myself, thank you world for listening to a loony ramble on and cheers.”
Static.
Should I seek your treatments? Should I seek to be another cattle bumbling along in this hated world? No I don’t think so I wish not to travel that path. I wish to free the world and have everyone join me in throwing off the shackles and being what they want to be as opposed to what they should be.’
The camera turns on in a Psychiatrists ward and Mike is sitting down reading a magazine he is dressed in jeans, trainers and a I’m with Stupid t-shirt. Suddenly a nurse comes up to him.
“Mike, Dr. Higgins will see you now”
Mike just nods and heads into the Doctors office. It a basic room like in all those B movies, usual flower pattern on the walls an oak desk and a poster with the old ‘You don’t have to be mad to work here, but it helps’ on the wall.
Looking at this Mike starts a chuckle thinking he had come to the wrong place. The Doctor walks in looking like Doctor Silberman from the Terminator films except with a lot more hair and glasses. He extends his hand and Mike takes it, the doctor motions him to sit down.
“Right Michael, I would like to get started now.”
“I would like to be called Mike, please”
“Fine, Mike the reason I brought you here is because of the stuff I have been seeing you do. My son watches you every week, not exactly a role model are you?”
He had to laugh at this; this was what all the doctors’ years at Harvard got him, the right to slander someone else.
“Firstly, if you do not want your son watching me on T.V, turn the fucking thing off, secondly there are other wrestlers out there such as my opponent Shane Borderland, whom would be worse ‘Role Models’ than I, he hangs around a dope head whom last week shot his partner with a stun gun for fun.”
“But he is not here is he Mike?”
“No but he bloody well should be, he is a womanizer whom picks on his bodyguard for being a bit slow, and you have the minerals to act out against me, for what because I have a voice in my head?”
“Tell me about the voice”
“He gives me advice but it is good advice, alright I sometimes harm myself to toughen me up. But I don’t take drugs, I don’t rape nor has he got me to do anything daft like join the KKK or the Taliban.”
“Do you think it is normal having a voice direct you?”
“Honestly Doctor, the way I see the world and it’s fucked up priorities, I think it is normal, yes I mean what because I don’t want to accept the fucked up world for it is, I am labeled insane. I mean apart from the wrestling ring where yeah, I cause harm to people and enjoy the harm they put on me. I do not harm anyone else. I do not spark out old ladies for their pension, nor do I get drunk and get arrested, I haven’t caused any criminalities whilst I have been here, and because I hate the world you have the nerve to judge me, this session is over. Yeah this is the world we live in but it doesn’t mean I have to like it.
Mike walks out and goes home.
The camera turns on once again and Mike is sitting in the dark cellar where he normally sits thinking away, a lot has transpired this week, Tommy Knoxville shooting off his gums band more importantly Shane Borderland and the elimination match qualifier. He looks to the camera and gets what he has to off his chest.
“I have had an epiphany people, a brainwave from the reaches of my psyche and it is thus. Why does Tommy Knoxville hate me? It is simple it is the fact one successful Brit slapped him with so many lefts he was begging for a right, so he thinks he can turn on me expecting a better result. How well you know fuck all, bullied in school? That’s an understatement to say the least. I was more like Archer from the classic film Scum. You might want to ask Johnny Brown about that reference next time he kicks the hamsteads from your north. He probably is a fan of Ray Winstone but again that could be an assumption.”
“Anyway the crazy man has rambled on again, isn’t that a sane stereotype, ‘He is rambling nonsense he must be insane’ love it like watching the world burn and people screaming knowing that what they done in life, and all the power they have accumulated can not save them, which brings me to you Shane Borderland you have done well for yourself got a good partner in Jason Kash got a bodyguard in Big heavy, I am a bit upset, when you were shooting out with tasers, how come I wasn’t invited? I wouldn’t have needed a taser it would have been a blast.”
Mike sits there cross legged and looks at his hands.
“You see it is my two hands, and my way of thinking that will be the fire starter, the one that causes the whole world to burn. This world is too soft, no one has any real fun anymore. People like you do all these crazy stunts and think you are crazy. You womanise, and do all this shit thinking ‘Oh how crazy I am, how crazy me and Kash are, that isn’t crazy, thats just plain fucking stupid.”
“You see someone as selfish as you can be a role model for other idiots, that’s ok the more real crazy shit I do the bigger fan base I get, there are already people that are joining the club so to speak. I am going to change the world for the better, where does that put you Shane? So go on, tell the world how ‘retarded’ I am how I shouldn’t be in the same ring as you. Well you can say that, it just sounds like fear to me, I can smell it or that be the mould in the cellar. So I am stepping into that chamber, a doctor said to me that this is the world we live in. I said yeah but I don’t have to like it and it is going to change in my favour. Quite ironic that we settle this in asylum Mikey boy is coming home.”
Mike looks at the camera and it zooms.
“Oh and I hope you bring those stun guns I want to try it on myself, thank you world for listening to a loony ramble on and cheers.”
Static.
