Post by Mike Morrison on Dec 6, 2011 9:09:52 GMT -4
[ooc: Thoughts are in italics, good luck to the other three]
An apartment at night, the TV is on with A Christmas carol on you know with Mr Scrooge. An old table laid out with sandwiches and cakes, apart from the TV there is no sound none at all. Except from some humming coming from the kitchen. Suddenly the small noise becomes a great crescendo as a pan comes flying out of the kitchen followed by a “Fuck beaten by that clown again, why me FUCK!!!” after a calm down Mike Morrison comes out of the kitchen, attired in a kiss the cook apron and his usual attire. He looks at the mess he has made and shrugs he then notices the camera stationed there.
“I will tell you this, how in the hell does that rapscallion Manhattan White always get the better of me? Oh well I made this little banquet in his honor, and since I wasn’t there for his last Christmas party, I am having a tiny party of myself because when I get my bloody hands on him it will be his last Christmas ever.”
Mike picks up a sandwich and dips it into the sauce that was in the pan now on the table and wall and eats it with a great big gulp followed by a burp.
“Manners Mike, any way so I would behave at Christmas the powers that be have decided to keep me out the title equation, and with their infinite wisdom they decide to stick me into a gimmick match with four presents one being a guaranteed contract to obtain a little bling, well let the games begin coal for concussions, and a sizzlers coupon for stapling to someone’s head, see I made this match more interesting in 5 minutes and I have not even thought about it yet. Man this is going to be a good Christmas already, apart from the Santa business I do not trust anyone who leaves a child’s room with empty sacks.”
Mike has a little giggle and sits at the table.
“I hope Rico has a little fun and breaks a few bones and bloodies a few faces, but hopfully he leaves Manhattan in some semblance of a good state due to the fact it is me who wants to grind his bones to powder. But enough about that I have a match to involve myself in and apart from my good self there are 3 more people whom are wrestling for that gold at the end of the rainbow, if you will excuse the pun. Three combatants whom I hope can have as much fun as me or their Christmas will be anything but merry.”
‘He he ha ha, man I do hope so boys that you can dance to my tune, and you can play along to my symphony of destruction, I surely hope you can, get the idea of title chances out your skulls and concentrate on me, Mr. Madness, or it will be like waking up on Christmas morning and having your father tell you at the age of 5 that Santa thinks you are a cunt and you ain’t getting nowt. Whoops why am I thinking of a treasured family memory?’
Mike picks up another sandwich and chows down
“Of course we have one Adam Young whom has claimed he has seen and done it all, so not counting your past glories what have you done in APW apart from naff all? I hope you fulfill your promise of causing pain, you won’t have to disappoint me now will you, in a turn about I won’t have to make you look silly as you claim to do because you couldn’t deliver what you promised? That would annoy me so and I would have to make you keep to that promise by causing you pain back, I tell you the stuff I do for a thrill. Kind of a bit sick isn’t it?”
Mike looks at the mess he has made and turns back to the camera.
“The One, the one what? The one idiot who gets way over his head, the one daft wrestler who makes false promises and cannot deliver, or the one bedazzled brain dead individual who is way over his head? I hopefully get some semblance of what you are capable of and extinguish any hopes like a flamed up match in a bucket of water.”
‘I need to calm down now I am becoming philosophical, why am I becoming philosophical, what have I ever done to philosophy? Why does it want to hurt me? I guess I will hurt it back yeah take that dumb philosophy.’
Mike sways at thin air screaming “Take that philosophy” he stands up and does a boxing shuffle. He then shouts “Come on philosophy I’ll fucking have you”. He then stops and turns back to the camera.
“Now we have Mr. Scrooge himself the man who cannot pee straight unless a servant held his ding a ling for him one Chaz Dillinger yay for you Mr. Dillinger the spoilt man of the bunch, one thing I hate is a liar the other a thief. I strongly believe in eye for an eye so allow me to steal that title opportunity from under your nose then you can know what it feels like, stealing from all these sheep out there. Now I understand through the grapevine you used to do a lot of boxing and wrestling. But just to let you know this ain’t some Dutchess of Queensbury, and from these upper class gentleman fighting establishments you were not prepared for the ideal down and dirty fighting right. With the put your dukes spiel for me to go wham right in the mummy daddy button or even a good old thumb to the eyes. Well lets see where your posh upbringing will take you?”
Mike sneers and goes back to his talking.
“Nowhere due to the fact that you have a big target on your chest, I hate snooty people who have had it easy all their life, never had to scrape by on hardships. What’s the hardest thing you had to do? Get harassed for dinner money at school? I mean you have an amateur background, but even still that has rules, I don’t simple as, as a heel though I expect to rid yourself of this material being and come at me with everything, it will not be enough, but then it might, just might allow me to break my code and like a thief but then again that word ‘THIEF’ imprinted on the back of my brain, being a pet hate I guess not so maybe just maybe you walk out of this back to your ill gotten gains.”
“I mean what are you going to do insult me for being mad and come up with stereotypes such as drooling, or maybe you are going to quote how I have no chance because you are an athlete. All your easy living will amount to nowt, by the time you have come up with a way to attack me, I have already thought of a way to counter, see it is my unorthodox style, it is hard to counter no matter your skill and technique”
Mike facial expression turns from a sneer to a face that has had an epiphany.
“Oh yes I almost forgot, about the fellow Brit albeit a Scotsman, nothing against them of course, but this one oh god of madness where do I begin? A man who goes the political route like that idiot David Cameron. I mean where is that passion that all Scotsman are all famous for? It sounds like you are no better than those lowlanders who sold out the Jacobites many moons ago. Like the Clyde dockyards in your native Glasgow you are a thing of the past, a relic of former days gone by.”
“The funny thing Phil is I want to like you but you have no passion no desire, so forget you. People like you bring our nation down, people like you have no Bulldog spirit when the going gets tough you hide behind your politics and name call on your radio show, I mean you got my name wrong so just goes to show how successful you were and how successful you are and will be that spoken hiccup will haunt you for the rest of your life and goes to show how rubbish your politics and wrestling actually are.”
Mike just laughs at the thought of this prospect and then shakes his head in shame at a fellow Brit bringing the hard working Brit down.
‘What a way to let the British race down Phil, nice one mate’
“So Mr. Politician are you acting this out, and before you answer this with the question are you? The answer is no I am not, but I think there is something missing here, maybe it is nothing. I mean what possible harm can you cause me except slamming me on your radio show. I want you to shake the cobwebs out and come at me like a real Scotsman can I might then have a bit of respect for the Scottish race as a whole because to me you are like Private Frazier from Dads Army.”
“So as a whole I am in the ring with a liar, a thief and a cheat, great start I think. I mean add a madman and we got a hell of a rumble. Where obviously I will be causing as much Christmas Chaos as I can, and I will be having a crazy Christmas. See you then people see you then.
The camera switches off.
‘I showed them like that Mr. Philosophy, where is that bastard I have a score to settle with that twat. I bet he is the one who made the mess’
An apartment at night, the TV is on with A Christmas carol on you know with Mr Scrooge. An old table laid out with sandwiches and cakes, apart from the TV there is no sound none at all. Except from some humming coming from the kitchen. Suddenly the small noise becomes a great crescendo as a pan comes flying out of the kitchen followed by a “Fuck beaten by that clown again, why me FUCK!!!” after a calm down Mike Morrison comes out of the kitchen, attired in a kiss the cook apron and his usual attire. He looks at the mess he has made and shrugs he then notices the camera stationed there.
“I will tell you this, how in the hell does that rapscallion Manhattan White always get the better of me? Oh well I made this little banquet in his honor, and since I wasn’t there for his last Christmas party, I am having a tiny party of myself because when I get my bloody hands on him it will be his last Christmas ever.”
Mike picks up a sandwich and dips it into the sauce that was in the pan now on the table and wall and eats it with a great big gulp followed by a burp.
“Manners Mike, any way so I would behave at Christmas the powers that be have decided to keep me out the title equation, and with their infinite wisdom they decide to stick me into a gimmick match with four presents one being a guaranteed contract to obtain a little bling, well let the games begin coal for concussions, and a sizzlers coupon for stapling to someone’s head, see I made this match more interesting in 5 minutes and I have not even thought about it yet. Man this is going to be a good Christmas already, apart from the Santa business I do not trust anyone who leaves a child’s room with empty sacks.”
Mike has a little giggle and sits at the table.
“I hope Rico has a little fun and breaks a few bones and bloodies a few faces, but hopfully he leaves Manhattan in some semblance of a good state due to the fact it is me who wants to grind his bones to powder. But enough about that I have a match to involve myself in and apart from my good self there are 3 more people whom are wrestling for that gold at the end of the rainbow, if you will excuse the pun. Three combatants whom I hope can have as much fun as me or their Christmas will be anything but merry.”
‘He he ha ha, man I do hope so boys that you can dance to my tune, and you can play along to my symphony of destruction, I surely hope you can, get the idea of title chances out your skulls and concentrate on me, Mr. Madness, or it will be like waking up on Christmas morning and having your father tell you at the age of 5 that Santa thinks you are a cunt and you ain’t getting nowt. Whoops why am I thinking of a treasured family memory?’
Mike picks up another sandwich and chows down
“Of course we have one Adam Young whom has claimed he has seen and done it all, so not counting your past glories what have you done in APW apart from naff all? I hope you fulfill your promise of causing pain, you won’t have to disappoint me now will you, in a turn about I won’t have to make you look silly as you claim to do because you couldn’t deliver what you promised? That would annoy me so and I would have to make you keep to that promise by causing you pain back, I tell you the stuff I do for a thrill. Kind of a bit sick isn’t it?”
Mike looks at the mess he has made and turns back to the camera.
“The One, the one what? The one idiot who gets way over his head, the one daft wrestler who makes false promises and cannot deliver, or the one bedazzled brain dead individual who is way over his head? I hopefully get some semblance of what you are capable of and extinguish any hopes like a flamed up match in a bucket of water.”
‘I need to calm down now I am becoming philosophical, why am I becoming philosophical, what have I ever done to philosophy? Why does it want to hurt me? I guess I will hurt it back yeah take that dumb philosophy.’
Mike sways at thin air screaming “Take that philosophy” he stands up and does a boxing shuffle. He then shouts “Come on philosophy I’ll fucking have you”. He then stops and turns back to the camera.
“Now we have Mr. Scrooge himself the man who cannot pee straight unless a servant held his ding a ling for him one Chaz Dillinger yay for you Mr. Dillinger the spoilt man of the bunch, one thing I hate is a liar the other a thief. I strongly believe in eye for an eye so allow me to steal that title opportunity from under your nose then you can know what it feels like, stealing from all these sheep out there. Now I understand through the grapevine you used to do a lot of boxing and wrestling. But just to let you know this ain’t some Dutchess of Queensbury, and from these upper class gentleman fighting establishments you were not prepared for the ideal down and dirty fighting right. With the put your dukes spiel for me to go wham right in the mummy daddy button or even a good old thumb to the eyes. Well lets see where your posh upbringing will take you?”
Mike sneers and goes back to his talking.
“Nowhere due to the fact that you have a big target on your chest, I hate snooty people who have had it easy all their life, never had to scrape by on hardships. What’s the hardest thing you had to do? Get harassed for dinner money at school? I mean you have an amateur background, but even still that has rules, I don’t simple as, as a heel though I expect to rid yourself of this material being and come at me with everything, it will not be enough, but then it might, just might allow me to break my code and like a thief but then again that word ‘THIEF’ imprinted on the back of my brain, being a pet hate I guess not so maybe just maybe you walk out of this back to your ill gotten gains.”
“I mean what are you going to do insult me for being mad and come up with stereotypes such as drooling, or maybe you are going to quote how I have no chance because you are an athlete. All your easy living will amount to nowt, by the time you have come up with a way to attack me, I have already thought of a way to counter, see it is my unorthodox style, it is hard to counter no matter your skill and technique”
Mike facial expression turns from a sneer to a face that has had an epiphany.
“Oh yes I almost forgot, about the fellow Brit albeit a Scotsman, nothing against them of course, but this one oh god of madness where do I begin? A man who goes the political route like that idiot David Cameron. I mean where is that passion that all Scotsman are all famous for? It sounds like you are no better than those lowlanders who sold out the Jacobites many moons ago. Like the Clyde dockyards in your native Glasgow you are a thing of the past, a relic of former days gone by.”
“The funny thing Phil is I want to like you but you have no passion no desire, so forget you. People like you bring our nation down, people like you have no Bulldog spirit when the going gets tough you hide behind your politics and name call on your radio show, I mean you got my name wrong so just goes to show how successful you were and how successful you are and will be that spoken hiccup will haunt you for the rest of your life and goes to show how rubbish your politics and wrestling actually are.”
Mike just laughs at the thought of this prospect and then shakes his head in shame at a fellow Brit bringing the hard working Brit down.
‘What a way to let the British race down Phil, nice one mate’
“So Mr. Politician are you acting this out, and before you answer this with the question are you? The answer is no I am not, but I think there is something missing here, maybe it is nothing. I mean what possible harm can you cause me except slamming me on your radio show. I want you to shake the cobwebs out and come at me like a real Scotsman can I might then have a bit of respect for the Scottish race as a whole because to me you are like Private Frazier from Dads Army.”
“So as a whole I am in the ring with a liar, a thief and a cheat, great start I think. I mean add a madman and we got a hell of a rumble. Where obviously I will be causing as much Christmas Chaos as I can, and I will be having a crazy Christmas. See you then people see you then.
The camera switches off.
‘I showed them like that Mr. Philosophy, where is that bastard I have a score to settle with that twat. I bet he is the one who made the mess’
