Post by Mike Morrison on Oct 11, 2011 20:19:45 GMT -4
Mikes thoughts are in italics speech is in red good luck to the others:
‘One night in hell, oh what joy the only regret I have is the fact that is indeed only one night in hell, I thought at least I would get a weeks holiday in hell, oh well guess I will just have to make up for it. In the chamber also dubbed my funhouse, every underestimates Mike Morrison, everyone says Mike is unstable and an underdog.
All British people are underdogs but they keep surprising the top picks the crème de la crème so to speak. From Agincourt to the second world war the Brits were the underdogs but then won in the end. We owned 1/3rd of the world when others doubted us, and as for unstable well that’s just a bonus.’
Mike is sitting in the cellar of the abandoned asylum, there are rats and a bad smell, the cameraman gagged trying to hold his lunch. But to Mike it was comfortable, it was a sanctuary.
”Here we are at my very own asylum, the place where I stay from prying eyes of the so called normal people. They don’t understand me, no one understands me but that is ok, because no one can comprehend my unstable being. Some people say I am insane a small following consider me a mad genius. The world is being converted to my liking and the APW Championship will cement that so called revolution. People have doubted me ever since I came to the APW, some people have said Mike is insane he is not mentally fit to be a sports entertainer.
Some of those doubters are competitors in this Elimination chamber those competitors are speaking to their friends and families now at this point saying Mike is brain dead, he is retarded. I say fuck em all. I got to this point with my unorthodox style, the truth is you are afraid of change. Afraid of Mr. Madness inventor of the Kendo stick enema being the next APW Heavyweight Champion, of what changes I will bestow as your champion.
Believe it or not I represent the people whom were told ‘you can’t do this, you are not good enough’ I represent the bullied kids who decide to fight back. The people who never get their chance in this selfish world. Can the other competitors in the chamber match honestly say they represent anyone apart from themselves?”
Mike looks from the camera and talks away from the camera with his eyes still looking at it.
“Some muppet has really gripped my shit more than the false prophet believe it or not. Yeah I know people out there saying the Boy George routine is wearing thin and seeing the worse performance ever, shit you should have seen yourself during your first match here you pansy. Tell me Tommy Knoxville have you been at Jason Kash’s Marijuana because I think you are hallucinating more than me and believe me that is saying something. Me and Kash used to do this, me and Kash used to do that, go masturbate over one of his photos you fucking homo.
You really are a glutten for punishment are you not and to be honest. You don’t even concern me I ain’t the only one in that chamber and to be honest all the arse kissing and cock sucking to Kash is not going to save you.”
Mike now looks at the floor trying to outstare a rat that is running around the cellar floor. Mike pauses regains his focus and goes back to the camera.
“Speaking of you Kash, you are right there is something about me people cannot put their finger on I mean even I don’t know what that is. You are right again about needing to survive, a war of attrition so to speak. But I can indeed be a sick bastard if I need to be I know it is not much of an accolade but I twisted and turned your so called partner Shane Borderland in ways nature did not intend and I enjoyed his screams, oh I did enjoy them. I wished I carried my mobile phone so I could record it as a ringtone.
With your past accolades you will indeed be one to watch out for you can indeed be a sick bastard too if needs be and it will be a lot of fun watching you turn into a loony and try to take me out. There will be blood and guts I guarantee it, I just hope you can keep up.”
A laugh comes across Mikes face as he has lost interest.
“Sally, believe it or not I understand this business very well, just because I understand it in a different way than you suddenly it’s the wrong way. There are rules? You do know we are stepping in a place where rules don’t apply right? I cannot wait for the next episode of the so called happy ending TV where you end up looking like Quasimodo because of rules. Maybe you should get drunk like you usually do and then just roll downhill, and I can tell you madam I think for myself.
The ideal is simple I don’t stay in a little happy world where rules apply. I mean where’s the fun in that? Rules that’s all I bloody hear. The trick is to break rules have a lot of fun and get some anarchy and chaos going. That’s what the chamber is all about no rules just tons of fun. If that is not understanding I don’t know what is.”
‘This is great let them think about themselves and not about the competition, I know is isn’t going to be easy, but it will be a hell of a lot easier. I am the black sheep in this match I am the underdog. This is going too much to plan. First time we met me and Shane Borderland went blow for blow then I beat him without a scratch then the feud with Hopper Rose, I got whooped but the final match we had it was a cake walk, like they lost their heart.
Something is walking me along this path and I do not like it. The voice has not spoken to me in a while, does that mean I am doing right by the god of madness or am I being forsakened maybe this Elimination chamber will give me the answers, but then what comes with answers but more questions, it can drive a normal man insane I tell you.’
Mikes quiet thinking has stopped and once again he looks into the camera.
“Who else want’s to step into my house of fun there is of course Manhattan White who is indeed an unknown entity, whom dresses like Huggy Bear from Starsky and Hutch. You go on about being a terror, a bone breaker that may be true. But nobody does it better than me. Please go ahead dream as much as you want but you delusions will be put before you when you step into the chamber. You won’t be able to steal my thunder then will you? NA NA
Mike blows a childish raspberry towards the camera.
“Speaking of that in which I spoke of, we have the false prophet himself Rico Casteel. The man who thinks it is going to be a cakewalk. The man whom thinks the champion defence is going to be successful how he is the king of madness. Please stop your blasphemy right there you will be walking into the temple of madness at one night in hell I wish it was a week in hell so I can beat the blasphemy out of you, one night isn’t enough for the punishment I will bestow upon you.
You are another doubter like the rest whom think I am retarded and not fit enough to be champion well I cannot wait to prove you wrong for all the people who were put down that were told no you can never do this. You most of all are going to be beaten and torn asunder you have the belt, you might as well just paint a target on your chest.”
‘So here we are the match that will culminate in answering a few questions, or will it be the end of the road for me? I will never know unless I get to the end of this road and find out.’
The camera switches off.
‘One night in hell, oh what joy the only regret I have is the fact that is indeed only one night in hell, I thought at least I would get a weeks holiday in hell, oh well guess I will just have to make up for it. In the chamber also dubbed my funhouse, every underestimates Mike Morrison, everyone says Mike is unstable and an underdog.
All British people are underdogs but they keep surprising the top picks the crème de la crème so to speak. From Agincourt to the second world war the Brits were the underdogs but then won in the end. We owned 1/3rd of the world when others doubted us, and as for unstable well that’s just a bonus.’
Mike is sitting in the cellar of the abandoned asylum, there are rats and a bad smell, the cameraman gagged trying to hold his lunch. But to Mike it was comfortable, it was a sanctuary.
”Here we are at my very own asylum, the place where I stay from prying eyes of the so called normal people. They don’t understand me, no one understands me but that is ok, because no one can comprehend my unstable being. Some people say I am insane a small following consider me a mad genius. The world is being converted to my liking and the APW Championship will cement that so called revolution. People have doubted me ever since I came to the APW, some people have said Mike is insane he is not mentally fit to be a sports entertainer.
Some of those doubters are competitors in this Elimination chamber those competitors are speaking to their friends and families now at this point saying Mike is brain dead, he is retarded. I say fuck em all. I got to this point with my unorthodox style, the truth is you are afraid of change. Afraid of Mr. Madness inventor of the Kendo stick enema being the next APW Heavyweight Champion, of what changes I will bestow as your champion.
Believe it or not I represent the people whom were told ‘you can’t do this, you are not good enough’ I represent the bullied kids who decide to fight back. The people who never get their chance in this selfish world. Can the other competitors in the chamber match honestly say they represent anyone apart from themselves?”
Mike looks from the camera and talks away from the camera with his eyes still looking at it.
“Some muppet has really gripped my shit more than the false prophet believe it or not. Yeah I know people out there saying the Boy George routine is wearing thin and seeing the worse performance ever, shit you should have seen yourself during your first match here you pansy. Tell me Tommy Knoxville have you been at Jason Kash’s Marijuana because I think you are hallucinating more than me and believe me that is saying something. Me and Kash used to do this, me and Kash used to do that, go masturbate over one of his photos you fucking homo.
You really are a glutten for punishment are you not and to be honest. You don’t even concern me I ain’t the only one in that chamber and to be honest all the arse kissing and cock sucking to Kash is not going to save you.”
Mike now looks at the floor trying to outstare a rat that is running around the cellar floor. Mike pauses regains his focus and goes back to the camera.
“Speaking of you Kash, you are right there is something about me people cannot put their finger on I mean even I don’t know what that is. You are right again about needing to survive, a war of attrition so to speak. But I can indeed be a sick bastard if I need to be I know it is not much of an accolade but I twisted and turned your so called partner Shane Borderland in ways nature did not intend and I enjoyed his screams, oh I did enjoy them. I wished I carried my mobile phone so I could record it as a ringtone.
With your past accolades you will indeed be one to watch out for you can indeed be a sick bastard too if needs be and it will be a lot of fun watching you turn into a loony and try to take me out. There will be blood and guts I guarantee it, I just hope you can keep up.”
A laugh comes across Mikes face as he has lost interest.
“Sally, believe it or not I understand this business very well, just because I understand it in a different way than you suddenly it’s the wrong way. There are rules? You do know we are stepping in a place where rules don’t apply right? I cannot wait for the next episode of the so called happy ending TV where you end up looking like Quasimodo because of rules. Maybe you should get drunk like you usually do and then just roll downhill, and I can tell you madam I think for myself.
The ideal is simple I don’t stay in a little happy world where rules apply. I mean where’s the fun in that? Rules that’s all I bloody hear. The trick is to break rules have a lot of fun and get some anarchy and chaos going. That’s what the chamber is all about no rules just tons of fun. If that is not understanding I don’t know what is.”
‘This is great let them think about themselves and not about the competition, I know is isn’t going to be easy, but it will be a hell of a lot easier. I am the black sheep in this match I am the underdog. This is going too much to plan. First time we met me and Shane Borderland went blow for blow then I beat him without a scratch then the feud with Hopper Rose, I got whooped but the final match we had it was a cake walk, like they lost their heart.
Something is walking me along this path and I do not like it. The voice has not spoken to me in a while, does that mean I am doing right by the god of madness or am I being forsakened maybe this Elimination chamber will give me the answers, but then what comes with answers but more questions, it can drive a normal man insane I tell you.’
Mikes quiet thinking has stopped and once again he looks into the camera.
“Who else want’s to step into my house of fun there is of course Manhattan White who is indeed an unknown entity, whom dresses like Huggy Bear from Starsky and Hutch. You go on about being a terror, a bone breaker that may be true. But nobody does it better than me. Please go ahead dream as much as you want but you delusions will be put before you when you step into the chamber. You won’t be able to steal my thunder then will you? NA NA
Mike blows a childish raspberry towards the camera.
“Speaking of that in which I spoke of, we have the false prophet himself Rico Casteel. The man who thinks it is going to be a cakewalk. The man whom thinks the champion defence is going to be successful how he is the king of madness. Please stop your blasphemy right there you will be walking into the temple of madness at one night in hell I wish it was a week in hell so I can beat the blasphemy out of you, one night isn’t enough for the punishment I will bestow upon you.
You are another doubter like the rest whom think I am retarded and not fit enough to be champion well I cannot wait to prove you wrong for all the people who were put down that were told no you can never do this. You most of all are going to be beaten and torn asunder you have the belt, you might as well just paint a target on your chest.”
‘So here we are the match that will culminate in answering a few questions, or will it be the end of the road for me? I will never know unless I get to the end of this road and find out.’
The camera switches off.
