Post by Mike Morrison on Oct 30, 2011 19:22:32 GMT -4
‘Why does this shit happen to me? Goldie you lied to me you hoar, told me that you were mine and you lied to me, you clinged yourself to another man in time, I may forgive you but there will be answers that I demand from you.
At least I got to scare the Japanese natives running around but why do I never follow through on my promises I promised to give someone a kendo stick enema but then I turned them into a pincushion oh well what can I do I am an insane mess after all needing to get back to the mother ship’
Mike sitting on a park bench dressed in a pair of jeans with a t-shirt saying they exist with a stereo type alien on it and a long trench coat opened up. He is gazing at the stars obviously with some crazy intention in mind.
‘It’s amazing how some people always think there is other life out there, how the universe cannot be empty, I mean there would be a lot of empty real estate up there if there wasn’t sometimes I feel just as empty I mean why am I here? Why does the world turn their backs on someone with a little problem? Since the dawn of time people like me have been considered cursed or possessed all we are is a little different.
In the Elimination chamber I thought I would find some answers to my existence, but those whom I would consider insane because they poison their bodies, or discriminate against their fellow man prevailed and now instead of answering questions, I have more questions I need to answer.
Tommy Knoxville indeed considers me a fairy, a poofter well I like to consider myself the black sheep the underestimated. The little person whom fells giants and demigods, the outnumbered person whom beats the odds, the victim whom takes the punishment but instead of crying about it or griping or taking about past glories I stand up and say ‘Thank you sir may I have another’. What does Tommy consider himself apart from Jason Kash’s number 1 groupie, now that the traitorous Goldie is in his hands I suppose if Tommy asks real nice. Jason might let him clean his boots.’
Mikes gaze changes to another star he thinks some more
‘Now Manhattan White, a mans whom has a unidentifiable purpose, this indeed makes him dangerous, he lasted well in my funhouse. I watched his promo’s again and again and I cannot astatine his goals here, not much is said at all well he is stereotypical, thinking that all crazy people dribble and pee their pants, he thinks he knows the realm of the psychotic, shit does he never watch slasher movies, speaking of psychos maybe I should open up a Bate’s Motel as an experiment would people avoid it? ? Or would it attract movie goers. Not a bad idea for someone whom is apparently retarded. It was quite a laugh to see how quick he changed his attire after I mentioned he looked like Huggy Bear.’
Mike gets off the bench and walks away.
1 hour later
The camera switches on and pans to see a boiler room similar to the one used in the old Nightmare on Elm Street movies, dark demented and a fearsome place. The camera finds Mike sitting in a corner still dressed in his clothes from the park. He turns to the camera.
“Welcome to another one of my havens, another place that could be described as happy to me, the darkness etcetera. Now there are indeed some negative vibes that are protruding here in the APW and that is one bootlicker Tommy Knoxville, now ladles and jelly spoons before Mr. White himself is thinking he is being left out well patience is a virtue of the insane, and he will be mentioned in my broadcast to all the brothers and sisters of the madness network.”
“Tommy, yes you Mr. Knoxville stop licking Jason’s boots for a couple of minutes and listen, I heard through the grapevine that you are not even concentrating on me will I am a little insulted. See as I have mentioned to numerous people in the past, I am the itch you cannot scratch, the bad penny that always turns up.
So ignore me if you wish it is a bad idea as I always come back time and time again just to make your life a misery, nice to see you keep training but you are concentrating on the wrong opponent in our 3 way competition. You cannot nip me in the bud by pinning my shoulders to the mat, well that’s if you can ever accomplish that in first place.
I will even let you throw the first volley at me in this battle, just to smile and let you know how fruitless your efforts really are. How the only thing you can do apart from nothing is to ignore me. That’s not very standard from someone whom claimed to be a ‘high school bully’.”
“I mean what did you expect when everyone was in that elimination chamber Tommy? That the rest of the competitors would let you just walk away with some gold? You talk about how we opened the gates of hell, I was just getting warmed up, lets go through hell again I am feel in a little cold. I just hope you can keep up Tommy, and I hope that you get lost down there then your bullshit might start making some sense. Hell The Devil I Shit em.”
Mike just scratches his head and continues
“Manhattan White please do not assume I have forgotten about you, I have just been preoccupied with Mr. Knoxville the creator of bullshit. You lasted the longest in the elimination chamber congratulations. How was it? Lasting in a world I live in every hour of every day?
You must have enjoyed it, just a little? When I planted you in the thumbtacks when you bent the cookie sheet over my head was there not a inkling of enjoyment. I enjoyed it Huggy Bear I really did.”
“But the thing is like Tommy you are getting a little bit cocky. Me I am quiet as a mouse and they always say. Beware the quiet ones. I guess that will come true when we continue the pain game. So please try to enjoy it will make the time go much quicker don’t worry I wont be drooling and pissing my pants as I will be busy ripping away at you corroded flesh and stripping away your sanity.”
Mike walks away the camera still on him
“Oh why oh why must sheep wonder blindly into a massacre”
