Post by Mike Morrison on Jan 26, 2012 10:06:19 GMT -4
‘Well, since when did Rico and Mike become the cleanup crew? Last week we smacked around Anti Society. Oh and what fun that was, their screams, like a symphony that warms the heart of an madman. Their defeat music to our ears.
How are we rewarded? By going up against the Grants, more shit to wipe of the shoes of the Martyrs of Madness. Oh well on with the show…’
A park at night, a roundabout, Mike is sitting on it crossed legged. Wearing Jeans, trainers and a fleece. His hands cupped against his chins resting his elbows on his legs. The camera parked in front of him as he sits and contemplates talking to the fans of the APW.
“Do we not, understand the seriousness of the Martyrs of Madness yet? Can you even begin to fathom the destructive power? Every group the Big Wigs send for your entertainment, get cut down like grass in the summertime.”
Mike is silent but speaks again, his gaze never fixing away from the camera, is this Mike or the voice in his head again?
“Rico and Mike have proven time and time again, that the Asylum has been overtaken by the true, madman. I have course have guided Mike on his path to greatness, of course with Rico who understands the truth, as well as Mike does.
Who does the High ups decide to send, into the Madhouse to try and take it back? Torville and Dean, no wait the Grants. Please you might as well send jailbait to stop serial rapists.”
Mike exhales, as the breath is visible, against the dark night sky. He looks up at the black void, and then returns his gaze onto the camera.
“Well, there is one thing I must give kudos for, although in the space of three seconds I have to berate you for as well. Yes three seconds the number in which you will spend with your back on the canvas being pinned, there is the fact that yes wrestling can be a little like chess, strategy does matter.
Unfortunately assuming that the Martyrs do not have a strategy, well isn’t that all wrong. They have a great strategy it’s called, eliminating the Grants and any so called tag team, that the high ups send to take back what was never theirs in the first place.”
Mike keeps glairing, although it is the voice that is speaking.
“Now before you start your trivialities saying ‘Yeah Asylum, was around way before you guys’ the asylum is controlled always by the madmen, the asylums is a haven for the insane. You advertise that word, then you have stole it from the owners, and well we have took it back.
So now here is where you come in, you decide to stroll in and take over what is not yours, you sit there snug in each others arms thinking the big wigs, have it all under their thumb? Oh what a joke that is. You see you think you are doing the noble thing by wrestling us. But you are just pawns trying to take the king. See what you jokes started by mentioning chess?”
Mike reaches into his pocket and pulls out a 20 deck of cigarettes, he puts one in his mouth and lights it. He removes it and holds it letting the smoke dance in front of his face.
“Yeah, I am a smoker but we are all going to die any way. Don’t look at me like that you hypocrites. I mean you two are a married couple, what is known as legalized prostitution. You both think that ‘Ooh we love each other, love triumphs all’ what a crock of shit.
You will tell me next that ‘With the Power of love we can beat these insane folk’ trust me to make a Huey Lewis reference.
The fans who worship you and expect you to slay the demons, and defeat the evil villains like some fairy tail. They don’t care about you, they are selfish people. As soon as the main people lose that they backed, you are nothing, as soon as you taste defeat like at Survive and Conquer, they will spit in your face rather than ask for an autograph. You will come to know this soon enough.”
Mike takes another drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke into the void of night. He climbs off the round a bout and paces back ad forth.
“Some people, believe that 2012 signifies the worlds end. In some ways that will be true, you see it’s a case of change. This year is the time of madness, some will howl at the moon, others will imagine up a scary ideal and get others to follow it.
Mike and Rioco, however will fully take over their asylum, and no one including you two will stop what is already in motion.
The best bet, is to give up and take the first flight back to Japan. You are being used for selfish reasons.,worshiped by a bunch of selfish hypocrites. As soon as Survive and Conquer is over and done with, and your inevitable defeat has arrived. I expect you to find Mike and Rico. Say two words, for showing you the light.”
Mike just leans into the camera
“Thank you”
“I hope you two, enjoy your stay in the madhouse, and finally realize, that no one is going to take what is rightfully ours.”
As the voice finally finishes, Mike just stands there, unaware of his surroundings.
“What the hell, why am I here, I don’t smoke”.
The camera switches off.
How are we rewarded? By going up against the Grants, more shit to wipe of the shoes of the Martyrs of Madness. Oh well on with the show…’
A park at night, a roundabout, Mike is sitting on it crossed legged. Wearing Jeans, trainers and a fleece. His hands cupped against his chins resting his elbows on his legs. The camera parked in front of him as he sits and contemplates talking to the fans of the APW.
“Do we not, understand the seriousness of the Martyrs of Madness yet? Can you even begin to fathom the destructive power? Every group the Big Wigs send for your entertainment, get cut down like grass in the summertime.”
Mike is silent but speaks again, his gaze never fixing away from the camera, is this Mike or the voice in his head again?
“Rico and Mike have proven time and time again, that the Asylum has been overtaken by the true, madman. I have course have guided Mike on his path to greatness, of course with Rico who understands the truth, as well as Mike does.
Who does the High ups decide to send, into the Madhouse to try and take it back? Torville and Dean, no wait the Grants. Please you might as well send jailbait to stop serial rapists.”
Mike exhales, as the breath is visible, against the dark night sky. He looks up at the black void, and then returns his gaze onto the camera.
“Well, there is one thing I must give kudos for, although in the space of three seconds I have to berate you for as well. Yes three seconds the number in which you will spend with your back on the canvas being pinned, there is the fact that yes wrestling can be a little like chess, strategy does matter.
Unfortunately assuming that the Martyrs do not have a strategy, well isn’t that all wrong. They have a great strategy it’s called, eliminating the Grants and any so called tag team, that the high ups send to take back what was never theirs in the first place.”
Mike keeps glairing, although it is the voice that is speaking.
“Now before you start your trivialities saying ‘Yeah Asylum, was around way before you guys’ the asylum is controlled always by the madmen, the asylums is a haven for the insane. You advertise that word, then you have stole it from the owners, and well we have took it back.
So now here is where you come in, you decide to stroll in and take over what is not yours, you sit there snug in each others arms thinking the big wigs, have it all under their thumb? Oh what a joke that is. You see you think you are doing the noble thing by wrestling us. But you are just pawns trying to take the king. See what you jokes started by mentioning chess?”
Mike reaches into his pocket and pulls out a 20 deck of cigarettes, he puts one in his mouth and lights it. He removes it and holds it letting the smoke dance in front of his face.
“Yeah, I am a smoker but we are all going to die any way. Don’t look at me like that you hypocrites. I mean you two are a married couple, what is known as legalized prostitution. You both think that ‘Ooh we love each other, love triumphs all’ what a crock of shit.
You will tell me next that ‘With the Power of love we can beat these insane folk’ trust me to make a Huey Lewis reference.
The fans who worship you and expect you to slay the demons, and defeat the evil villains like some fairy tail. They don’t care about you, they are selfish people. As soon as the main people lose that they backed, you are nothing, as soon as you taste defeat like at Survive and Conquer, they will spit in your face rather than ask for an autograph. You will come to know this soon enough.”
Mike takes another drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke into the void of night. He climbs off the round a bout and paces back ad forth.
“Some people, believe that 2012 signifies the worlds end. In some ways that will be true, you see it’s a case of change. This year is the time of madness, some will howl at the moon, others will imagine up a scary ideal and get others to follow it.
Mike and Rioco, however will fully take over their asylum, and no one including you two will stop what is already in motion.
The best bet, is to give up and take the first flight back to Japan. You are being used for selfish reasons.,worshiped by a bunch of selfish hypocrites. As soon as Survive and Conquer is over and done with, and your inevitable defeat has arrived. I expect you to find Mike and Rico. Say two words, for showing you the light.”
Mike just leans into the camera
“Thank you”
“I hope you two, enjoy your stay in the madhouse, and finally realize, that no one is going to take what is rightfully ours.”
As the voice finally finishes, Mike just stands there, unaware of his surroundings.
“What the hell, why am I here, I don’t smoke”.
The camera switches off.
