Post by Mike Morrison on Jan 9, 2012 14:46:03 GMT -4
‘I had that dream last night, that dream about being 13 in Borstal again….
I was 13 being sent down to borstal the Americans version of Juvie, why couldn’t I put on a brave face for my mother? I just cried that day and what did I do, crack my own poor step daddy in the mouth, fair do’s it was a crow bar but he was a tyrant, he was normal just a drunk.
The dream starts with me leaving the psychiatric section something to do with mushing up the Daddies face with a work boot, right foot combo. But that was irrelevant fake mad men usually are. I try to reach for the door but the door drifts further and further away I try to chase and never catch up, that’s when I wake. What does it all mean?’
I wake and look around, I am back in my usual place of solitude, where I can think and train. I wonder why I keep dreaming about that room in borstal, it must have some meaning I mean that is where the Mike Morrison journey began.
‘It is typical of those in the APW they line themselves up like targets with their ‘2012 is my year’ how wrong those predictions are this year around is the year of lunacy, people think the world is going to end panicking like headless chickens playing right in the realms of madness, I love it Maybe I will celebrate this year by howling at the moon get the loony party in full swing’
I sit up on the old musty bed in a room and decide to walk down to the foyer, the camera is already on so I sit down and look into the camera which apart from Rico is my only link to the outside world of puppets.
“Happy new year sheep and puppets of the APW universe, how many wrestlers have talked about 2012 being their year, a lot of hokum to be honest, but it will usher in a new era that of chaos, madness and fun. Of course I am talking about the Martyrs of Madness now don’t’ get all crazy on me, excuse the pun there I know what everyone is saying. “Oh you have to be dead to be a martyr” yeah but through your selfishness and greed you killed our soul and love of professional wrestling so we are dead inside but we have risen with a new goal. To usher in our reign of madness and rule where we truly belong”
I pick up my good old fashioned bowler hat off from the table and place it on my head everything in its place
“Now speaking of ruling there is a group out there that really put a damper on mine and Ricos late Christmas party. These bah humbuggers decided to complain about the extra loud Christmas music. Because it was New Year and of course we get more fun and games where the so call Anti Society X face off against the Martyrs of Madness but wait folks there’s more one Rhonda Vixen is joining in well they do need all the help they can get although I do praise them for their hyperactivity but the back attack that was very unsporting. I mean if that is how you win matches people then you might as well call it quits even with the advantage.”
“Anti Society X, I have to admit I hear about your promos and to be honest I was expecting canned laughter. Hey between you and me you should have your own TV sitcom, you know to fall back on when you cannot handle being in the ring anymore which will probably be at Asylum when you get crushed by the new reign of madness. Giving you a slap yeah who said Christmas only comes once a year.”
I take a serious face not that it is intimidating but there is something on my mind it fragments my mind like a broken mirror, but it is better that way as the mirror being whole just shows me the lies of this world.
“I heard through the grapevine that you like to act tough but then can you say you are indeed ‘tough’ when I perform the size 10 dentistry operation on your face, after Rico has broken your jaw of course. See we perform dentistry as well how great are we?”
I of course break into a fit of laughter, thinking about removing the teeth of my opponents, so much hilarity and madness so little time to do it in.
“Although I have to applaud Rhonda for her colorful past sounds like her father was a cool guy I mean using violence and tyranny what a genius notion, I would indeed enjoy a sit down and a cup of tea with him so nearly there all he would need is a little push. No Rhonda I do not underestimate you but the door swings both ways”
I smile into the camera and think to myself about the fun and chaos ahead.
‘There is indeed madness in us all Michael, there is forces of nature here that are indescribable, Why not just embrace the gifts that are given to us? Why are humans stupid to disapprove of the moment and allow these gifts they become stronger that way they are content to be weak, why? Why?’
The pain rushes through my head, so many questions un answered the pain is too much this time, makes me want to pass out, wants to make me give up, but I strengthen through it and persevere after all a little suffering is good for the soul.
I take a look at this camera and sneer.
“Crazy, please you have only just started on that journey. To be crazy takes effort not some colorful promo. But then I expect you to turn up and spout your blither blather. Oh what a colorful word that is. But then as the saying goes you hang around with idiots you become one. Doesn’t it burn when people underestimate you, just a little?”
“Well allow the Martyrs of Madness to shatter and fragment your will and spirit, just like my mind. When you step into our asylum and our world, you might just might understand what it is that makes the Kingdom of insanity rule over all.”
I take a deep breath now that the pain in my mind has subsided I look at the camera with the sweat trickling down my brow I look into the camera.
“So tell me this oh opponents of ours. How will you contend with the force that faces you? Will you accept your inevitable fate and learn from it? Or will you fight a useless battle delaying the inevitable?
The inevitable is this….”
I smile at the camera go I close so they can see my breath condensate on the glass.
“Nothing can stop the Martyrs of Madness”
I was 13 being sent down to borstal the Americans version of Juvie, why couldn’t I put on a brave face for my mother? I just cried that day and what did I do, crack my own poor step daddy in the mouth, fair do’s it was a crow bar but he was a tyrant, he was normal just a drunk.
The dream starts with me leaving the psychiatric section something to do with mushing up the Daddies face with a work boot, right foot combo. But that was irrelevant fake mad men usually are. I try to reach for the door but the door drifts further and further away I try to chase and never catch up, that’s when I wake. What does it all mean?’
I wake and look around, I am back in my usual place of solitude, where I can think and train. I wonder why I keep dreaming about that room in borstal, it must have some meaning I mean that is where the Mike Morrison journey began.
‘It is typical of those in the APW they line themselves up like targets with their ‘2012 is my year’ how wrong those predictions are this year around is the year of lunacy, people think the world is going to end panicking like headless chickens playing right in the realms of madness, I love it Maybe I will celebrate this year by howling at the moon get the loony party in full swing’
I sit up on the old musty bed in a room and decide to walk down to the foyer, the camera is already on so I sit down and look into the camera which apart from Rico is my only link to the outside world of puppets.
“Happy new year sheep and puppets of the APW universe, how many wrestlers have talked about 2012 being their year, a lot of hokum to be honest, but it will usher in a new era that of chaos, madness and fun. Of course I am talking about the Martyrs of Madness now don’t’ get all crazy on me, excuse the pun there I know what everyone is saying. “Oh you have to be dead to be a martyr” yeah but through your selfishness and greed you killed our soul and love of professional wrestling so we are dead inside but we have risen with a new goal. To usher in our reign of madness and rule where we truly belong”
I pick up my good old fashioned bowler hat off from the table and place it on my head everything in its place
“Now speaking of ruling there is a group out there that really put a damper on mine and Ricos late Christmas party. These bah humbuggers decided to complain about the extra loud Christmas music. Because it was New Year and of course we get more fun and games where the so call Anti Society X face off against the Martyrs of Madness but wait folks there’s more one Rhonda Vixen is joining in well they do need all the help they can get although I do praise them for their hyperactivity but the back attack that was very unsporting. I mean if that is how you win matches people then you might as well call it quits even with the advantage.”
“Anti Society X, I have to admit I hear about your promos and to be honest I was expecting canned laughter. Hey between you and me you should have your own TV sitcom, you know to fall back on when you cannot handle being in the ring anymore which will probably be at Asylum when you get crushed by the new reign of madness. Giving you a slap yeah who said Christmas only comes once a year.”
I take a serious face not that it is intimidating but there is something on my mind it fragments my mind like a broken mirror, but it is better that way as the mirror being whole just shows me the lies of this world.
“I heard through the grapevine that you like to act tough but then can you say you are indeed ‘tough’ when I perform the size 10 dentistry operation on your face, after Rico has broken your jaw of course. See we perform dentistry as well how great are we?”
I of course break into a fit of laughter, thinking about removing the teeth of my opponents, so much hilarity and madness so little time to do it in.
“Although I have to applaud Rhonda for her colorful past sounds like her father was a cool guy I mean using violence and tyranny what a genius notion, I would indeed enjoy a sit down and a cup of tea with him so nearly there all he would need is a little push. No Rhonda I do not underestimate you but the door swings both ways”
I smile into the camera and think to myself about the fun and chaos ahead.
‘There is indeed madness in us all Michael, there is forces of nature here that are indescribable, Why not just embrace the gifts that are given to us? Why are humans stupid to disapprove of the moment and allow these gifts they become stronger that way they are content to be weak, why? Why?’
The pain rushes through my head, so many questions un answered the pain is too much this time, makes me want to pass out, wants to make me give up, but I strengthen through it and persevere after all a little suffering is good for the soul.
I take a look at this camera and sneer.
“Crazy, please you have only just started on that journey. To be crazy takes effort not some colorful promo. But then I expect you to turn up and spout your blither blather. Oh what a colorful word that is. But then as the saying goes you hang around with idiots you become one. Doesn’t it burn when people underestimate you, just a little?”
“Well allow the Martyrs of Madness to shatter and fragment your will and spirit, just like my mind. When you step into our asylum and our world, you might just might understand what it is that makes the Kingdom of insanity rule over all.”
I take a deep breath now that the pain in my mind has subsided I look at the camera with the sweat trickling down my brow I look into the camera.
“So tell me this oh opponents of ours. How will you contend with the force that faces you? Will you accept your inevitable fate and learn from it? Or will you fight a useless battle delaying the inevitable?
The inevitable is this….”
I smile at the camera go I close so they can see my breath condensate on the glass.
“Nothing can stop the Martyrs of Madness”
