Post by Mike Morrison on Nov 30, 2011 22:25:40 GMT -4
‘Last week was a moment to remember, cementing an alliance of the Martyrs of Madness, and laughing uncontrollably when Manhattan White came to make the save and knocked out Jason Kash. They face us this week and them two are to tag team wrestling what the Chuckle Brothers are to moving furniture. Again for the American fans look it up you will get the joke.’
The camera opens up on an abandoned apartment block due for demolition there is graffiti strewn all over the walls from Nazi symbols to colourful language and drawings. On the stairwell sitting on the top stairs deep in thought is Mike Morrison he has indeed made an impact this week with his partner in crime Rico Casteel and has now led to a tag team match up with Jason Kash and Manhattan White as opponents Mike thinks about this and finally speaks.
“Again I become the itch that cannot be scratched, again I become the entity that makes you wake up in cold sweats every night. I do not know where you get your info from Jason, I did not steal your victory as you believe, I jumped in simply because I felt like it. Rico would have destroyed you regardless. Me I just stopped the inevitable from being delayed. All you have for your moaning and griping is a destroyed jaw, and believe me there is more to come, that is just the tip of the iceberg.”
“You talk about other people and compare me to them, some slut who has retired, and some other people who could not hack it. You underestimate me a lot and to be honest doing that will cause you to leave the ring with more than a messed up jaw. Going on how I am on you to be fucked up list and how you will tear my heat out. Try it I dare you see I am no longer interested in your gold nor do I have to ask Rico what you are capable of, I am interested in just making your life a misery till you wake up in cold sweats and you cannot even sleep easy at night, nor can you rest easy while I am here to fuck your world up, and between us it will be a pleasure”
“There is one thing in which you speak the truth, it is indeed a holiday season and it is indeed a time for giving, and no I won’t be giving you a kendo stick enema as much as it would be humorous for you to scream like the bitch you are while I violate you with a kendo stick screaming squeal like a pig boy weeeee!! Weeeee!
Now the gift I will give you will be some screaming practice when I clap on the straight jacket and hear you scream I quit Mike, I give up in front of these pathetic fans you love so much, watching the little one’s cry their eyes out as their hero gets twisted more ways than nature intended, yes I know it is a bit selfish as it will be a Christmas gift to hear you scream but hey in this world of the norms selfishness is a necessity.”
“Again you are right I am a small smudge on you radar but that is the best way, undetected and ready to strike. To be honest in the small time I have been here I have risen a long way. Again you are underestimating me Jason, more than you think. I cannot wait till that Goliath attitude finds it’s way into the ring, and like David I topple you, and hopefully Rico gets to break your jaw as I snap your spine.”
‘Now Manhattan White, again he persists in sticking his nose in where it doesn’t belong. First he cheats his way into the chamber and then he interrupts the full amalgamation of the Martyrs of Madness. It just grips my shit when someone doesn’t belong sticks his nose into something not concerning them’
The scene changes with Mike sitting in the corner of one of the abandoned apartments. Same graffiti all the windows completely smashed in some boarded up it has started to rain and some of it enters the window and bounces of Mike. It doesn’t faze him as he is deep in thought once more. Mike once speaks again.
“I can tell you one thing that really gets to me yeah I know Mike Morrison getting bogged down by some trivial matter. Of course I am speaking about one Manhattan White. As Shakespeare once quoted “The worlds a stage and we all must play a part”
My question is simply this, what is your part on the stage of madness? I mean me, Rico and even Jason have our goals and agendas, but what is yours? Or are you simply here to try and grip on to one moment in time that you were partially successful? You are stuck in a rut and people are starting to forget about you so you join this little skirmish to get noticed? So you don’t fade into obscurity?”
“Tsk tsk, you cheated your way into one of the brutal main events in history and got lucky in a triple threat and now to try and gain kudos, you wish to make a pitiful attempt to interrupt the formation of one of the greatest tag teams ever? Talk about going up shits creek without a paddle. Well your rise went tits up didn’t it? You hit the wrong person, I appreciate the help but it was the party of the Martyrs of Madness you decided to interrupt, you know how much consoling Rico had to give me after that. Well after you fuck up again I can make you scream like a bitch as well, you will fuck up I know you will it’s the predictability of sanity Manhattan simple as that.”
Mike stops for a minute gets up and heads down the stairs while talking some more.
“You see boys I know you both hate each other, but then why did Manhattan White come down to save Jason Kash? Personally I would have left him to his fate if I was Manhattan I would have but then again that’s just me, I act on impulse and to hell with the consiquences. Is the enemy of my enemy a friend or what? I just cannot fathom it boys I really cannot. But then again maybe there will be that spark that gets you so pissed off that you want to strike back, maybe wants you to combine your efforts. I hope so I can do with the entertainment. Yes Jason that title means you are at this point the best in the Asylum ring, but that doesn’t mean you are invincible, far from it. I will prove that point personally first your jaw and now other body parts I haven’t decided on.”
“Manhattan, you stuck your nose where it didn’t belong, that is indeed a grave sin that one must answer for and we will make sure it gets, paid in broken bones and blood. We gentlemen are the Martyrs of madness, and your sins will be cleansed this week, but the tool is heavy and I don’t believe you can pay the price.”
The camera switches off.
The camera opens up on an abandoned apartment block due for demolition there is graffiti strewn all over the walls from Nazi symbols to colourful language and drawings. On the stairwell sitting on the top stairs deep in thought is Mike Morrison he has indeed made an impact this week with his partner in crime Rico Casteel and has now led to a tag team match up with Jason Kash and Manhattan White as opponents Mike thinks about this and finally speaks.
“Again I become the itch that cannot be scratched, again I become the entity that makes you wake up in cold sweats every night. I do not know where you get your info from Jason, I did not steal your victory as you believe, I jumped in simply because I felt like it. Rico would have destroyed you regardless. Me I just stopped the inevitable from being delayed. All you have for your moaning and griping is a destroyed jaw, and believe me there is more to come, that is just the tip of the iceberg.”
“You talk about other people and compare me to them, some slut who has retired, and some other people who could not hack it. You underestimate me a lot and to be honest doing that will cause you to leave the ring with more than a messed up jaw. Going on how I am on you to be fucked up list and how you will tear my heat out. Try it I dare you see I am no longer interested in your gold nor do I have to ask Rico what you are capable of, I am interested in just making your life a misery till you wake up in cold sweats and you cannot even sleep easy at night, nor can you rest easy while I am here to fuck your world up, and between us it will be a pleasure”
“There is one thing in which you speak the truth, it is indeed a holiday season and it is indeed a time for giving, and no I won’t be giving you a kendo stick enema as much as it would be humorous for you to scream like the bitch you are while I violate you with a kendo stick screaming squeal like a pig boy weeeee!! Weeeee!
Now the gift I will give you will be some screaming practice when I clap on the straight jacket and hear you scream I quit Mike, I give up in front of these pathetic fans you love so much, watching the little one’s cry their eyes out as their hero gets twisted more ways than nature intended, yes I know it is a bit selfish as it will be a Christmas gift to hear you scream but hey in this world of the norms selfishness is a necessity.”
“Again you are right I am a small smudge on you radar but that is the best way, undetected and ready to strike. To be honest in the small time I have been here I have risen a long way. Again you are underestimating me Jason, more than you think. I cannot wait till that Goliath attitude finds it’s way into the ring, and like David I topple you, and hopefully Rico gets to break your jaw as I snap your spine.”
‘Now Manhattan White, again he persists in sticking his nose in where it doesn’t belong. First he cheats his way into the chamber and then he interrupts the full amalgamation of the Martyrs of Madness. It just grips my shit when someone doesn’t belong sticks his nose into something not concerning them’
The scene changes with Mike sitting in the corner of one of the abandoned apartments. Same graffiti all the windows completely smashed in some boarded up it has started to rain and some of it enters the window and bounces of Mike. It doesn’t faze him as he is deep in thought once more. Mike once speaks again.
“I can tell you one thing that really gets to me yeah I know Mike Morrison getting bogged down by some trivial matter. Of course I am speaking about one Manhattan White. As Shakespeare once quoted “The worlds a stage and we all must play a part”
My question is simply this, what is your part on the stage of madness? I mean me, Rico and even Jason have our goals and agendas, but what is yours? Or are you simply here to try and grip on to one moment in time that you were partially successful? You are stuck in a rut and people are starting to forget about you so you join this little skirmish to get noticed? So you don’t fade into obscurity?”
“Tsk tsk, you cheated your way into one of the brutal main events in history and got lucky in a triple threat and now to try and gain kudos, you wish to make a pitiful attempt to interrupt the formation of one of the greatest tag teams ever? Talk about going up shits creek without a paddle. Well your rise went tits up didn’t it? You hit the wrong person, I appreciate the help but it was the party of the Martyrs of Madness you decided to interrupt, you know how much consoling Rico had to give me after that. Well after you fuck up again I can make you scream like a bitch as well, you will fuck up I know you will it’s the predictability of sanity Manhattan simple as that.”
Mike stops for a minute gets up and heads down the stairs while talking some more.
“You see boys I know you both hate each other, but then why did Manhattan White come down to save Jason Kash? Personally I would have left him to his fate if I was Manhattan I would have but then again that’s just me, I act on impulse and to hell with the consiquences. Is the enemy of my enemy a friend or what? I just cannot fathom it boys I really cannot. But then again maybe there will be that spark that gets you so pissed off that you want to strike back, maybe wants you to combine your efforts. I hope so I can do with the entertainment. Yes Jason that title means you are at this point the best in the Asylum ring, but that doesn’t mean you are invincible, far from it. I will prove that point personally first your jaw and now other body parts I haven’t decided on.”
“Manhattan, you stuck your nose where it didn’t belong, that is indeed a grave sin that one must answer for and we will make sure it gets, paid in broken bones and blood. We gentlemen are the Martyrs of madness, and your sins will be cleansed this week, but the tool is heavy and I don’t believe you can pay the price.”
The camera switches off.
