Post by Bruce Arnolds on Feb 8, 2018 3:16:40 GMT
A MORRIS & MIME INC. PRODUCTION.
MORRIS & MIME INC: WE’RE LIKE DISNEYLAND, BUT FOR ADULTS AND WITHOUT ALL THAT LOBBYING IN ORDER TO KEEP THE COPYRIGHT ON MICKEY MOUSE OUT OF THE COMMON DOMAIN.
The camera’s rolling. We see none other than the living legend, the In-Spear-Ation, the Ego Eccentric, the Damn Fine, the Mastermind, the One & Only John Morris. He’s not at the Morris & Mime Inc. Gym back in his hometown. Hell, he doesn’t even look like he’s in his hometown. It was too… nice. The air wasn’t a mix of cigarette smoke and burned gasoline, which meant that it couldn’t be the Big Apple. Where was he?
Wherever he was, he was at a small diner outside. The greens (yuck, nature) were visible off in the distant, which has probably never happened in a Morris & Mime Production before. They weren’t in a city. John never strayed from the urban life. This had to be some special occasion. A funeral? No, Morris wasn’t drinking. A funeral for someone he hated? No, Stark’s death would have made the news. Besides, John would have been the cause of death. This wasn’t some sort of anniversary between Morris and Minnie, because that wasn’t of too much importance to the Hall of Famer. Quite frankly, there were few things that would have caused this sort of travel. Maybe Morris just wasn’t feeling America at the moment. There was more than enough reason to flee, with both political parties shatting the bed as of recently. He already wasn’t a fan of the two-party “Winner Take All” system, but when the aforementioned parties were either corrupt or just plain stupid, it made him close to an aneurysm. If any of the viewers were fans of John Morris (and how could they not be?!), they would remember that Morris has been quite unpatriotic for some time. Back a few years ago, he specifically put out an Anti-American crew of individuals. “Worldwide Warfare”, they were called.
And what a coincidence, the camera panned slowly from the visual of Morris over to the other side of the table. Sitting in a triangle, the three were staring at Morris, ready to absorb anything he might say. Everything Morris said deserved to be put in a quote-book somewhere. It was incredibly important that they listen. One of the bigger shames in the world was the fact that there weren’t always ears catching the audio gold coming from John. Now, he spoke to them, and he spoke quite an elegant line in ‘John Morris’ fashion.
JOHN MORRIS: Fuck wrestling.
The three listeners were a bit taken back by what he said. Well, ”The Russian Rocket” Vlad and ”The Spartan Warrior” Bruce Arnolds were. Ki Sims, “The Korean Huntress”, never really showed emotions. The pink skull bandana blocking her mouth could have been the cause behind that.
MORRIS: There’s a reason I don’t really do it anymore.
BRUCE ARNOLDS: And that is?
Believe it or not, that simple question took a lot from Mr. Arnolds. The relationship between Morris and Worldwide Warfare had always been strained. His training method was a bit… unique in an abusive way? Not only had Arnolds been punished by a chair, but by the sharp words from “Brooklyn’s Finest on the Mic”. The torture Morris could put a willing subject through was unbelievable. And if there’s any doubt about it, ask the mother of his children. There was a reason she ran.
But! He wasn’t drinking (as much) anymore! And ever since he had met Minnie he was somewhat of a different person. In some ways, better, and in others, worse. Really all the woman did was polarize the parts of Morris. Now, when he was good to someone, he was great to them. The opposite held true to his enemies.
Unfortunately, Minnie wasn’t there. She was a way to keep her partner in check, but also she was just great to have around. Holding three belts had a tough schedule, though. Sure, one was retired and one was technically stolen whenever she walked, but so what? Minnie was a triple champion, and that hindered her from being able to just get up and travel to… wherever they were at. She had a job.
Well, that wasn’t fair to say. Morris did too. As did Worldwide Warfare. Morris & Mime Inc. WAS considered a job, and all of the crew could probably get production jobs outside of it if they ever wanted to, now. Morris had them trained whenever they were taken off of TV. It was a way of saying “You’ll never wrestle again” without having to say it.
But, here they were.
MORRIS: Because it’s terrible. That’s why I don’t do it anymore. You don’t need anything specific to set you off, because some event happens every month or so where you get so tilted you want to pack your bags and quit. But me telling you this isn’t going to stop you, is it?
ARNOLDS: To be fair John, you brought us out here specifically because you said we might get to get back into the ring.
MORRIS: I did, I did. And I’m a man of my word, luckily for you. I could have just taken you out here for no reason. Put you through a bunch of loops for nothing. But I didn’t. You should feel lucky, yuh know?
Morris didn’t normally speak like that. That type of talk was sloppy. John did nothing in a manner that was less than perfect. But John was nervous.
The fact that John could feel human emotion was astounding, and the fact that he could feel nervous was something that would trump those who studied the man. “Morrisology - How to be the Best Damn Professional Wrestler 101”... That would make a helluva class.
”THE RUSSIAN ROCKET, VLAD”: Well, are you going to get to the point?
Morris gave a small glare at the big man. He remembered beating down the giant over a tag title loss. The entire right side of his back had welts. Oh, the nostalgia. John’s eyes turned gleeful, as he remembered that he didn’t hit for that kind of speech anymore. Morris treated his employees with respect. They were his friends, now.
That was an odd concept.
MORRIS: There’s a company. And they just came back. It’s nothing huge, but it’s a step up from those local feds you guys think I don’t know about.
A few awkward glances were shared among the trio, and Morris laughed as he leaned back in his chair.
MORRIS: You were wrestling in New York. Hell the hell wouldn’t I know?
A cuss in Korean was muttered from Ki’s lips. John gave a small chuckle before moving on.
MORRIS: But I know you. You all have the same passion I used to. That’s why I let it slide. And that’s why I reached out to these guys here. Yes, I know, shocking that they didn’t offer me some huge contract or a guaranteed title match or something else of notable size. But this place is small. You’ll be on TV, but it won’t be anything like the others. Those crowds are going to be people you’ll come to know. You’re going to get the experience that was stolen from me. Quite honestly guys? There’s a chance you’ll do the only thing that would make me love wrestling again.
A brief moment of silence.
MORRIS: The reason I brought you out here? Because y’all might be living a bit away from Brooklyn. The company’s based right here. So you three might be getting used to tea time and the Queen and Brexit and free healthcare. And I suppose this way you’re all a bit closer to your own homes. It’s a win-win for you guys, you know?
ARNOLDS: Where will you be?
MORRIS: Where will I be? Bruce, I’ll be where I always am. At Brooklyn. Depending on the substances I take in that night I may be on Mars, but other than that I’ll be at my home. This thing that you all have the chance to do? It’s not… me. It’s not another thing for me to put my name on. Minnie’s doing a helluva lot better than I ever did in my rookie year, and while some of it had my guidance, for the most part it was because she had my tips and she ran with them. She was adamant about not letting me hop in her spotlight, and you know what? It worked. Maybe that’s what happened with you guys. Worldwide Warfare wasn’t about you three, it was about me. Everything I touch turns to gold… But Gold doesn’t mean shit these days. All gold does is stay and sit there. Hell, most of the countries aren’t even on the gold standard anymore. So maybe gold should just sit back and look pretty, which I do. I’ll fly back to New York once you guys are set up, and maybe I’ll open up the school to new recruits again. I mean, I got that Nerd on the line that’s apparently a big deal. I can turn him into something huge. And I can take in guys and gals that have nothing. Aside from Minnie, I don’t really have any completely homegrown talent. Hell, maybe I’ll open up my own company out of my gym. I dunno. I just know that you guys?.... You guys don’t need me anymore. To be honest, you didn’t need me in the first place. I don’t want to say this is goodbye, but I mean... there’s going to be three thousand miles of distance between us for quite some time.
TO BE CONTINUED
MORRIS & MIME INC: WE’RE LIKE DISNEYLAND, BUT FOR ADULTS AND WITHOUT ALL THAT LOBBYING IN ORDER TO KEEP THE COPYRIGHT ON MICKEY MOUSE OUT OF THE COMMON DOMAIN.
The camera’s rolling. We see none other than the living legend, the In-Spear-Ation, the Ego Eccentric, the Damn Fine, the Mastermind, the One & Only John Morris. He’s not at the Morris & Mime Inc. Gym back in his hometown. Hell, he doesn’t even look like he’s in his hometown. It was too… nice. The air wasn’t a mix of cigarette smoke and burned gasoline, which meant that it couldn’t be the Big Apple. Where was he?
Wherever he was, he was at a small diner outside. The greens (yuck, nature) were visible off in the distant, which has probably never happened in a Morris & Mime Production before. They weren’t in a city. John never strayed from the urban life. This had to be some special occasion. A funeral? No, Morris wasn’t drinking. A funeral for someone he hated? No, Stark’s death would have made the news. Besides, John would have been the cause of death. This wasn’t some sort of anniversary between Morris and Minnie, because that wasn’t of too much importance to the Hall of Famer. Quite frankly, there were few things that would have caused this sort of travel. Maybe Morris just wasn’t feeling America at the moment. There was more than enough reason to flee, with both political parties shatting the bed as of recently. He already wasn’t a fan of the two-party “Winner Take All” system, but when the aforementioned parties were either corrupt or just plain stupid, it made him close to an aneurysm. If any of the viewers were fans of John Morris (and how could they not be?!), they would remember that Morris has been quite unpatriotic for some time. Back a few years ago, he specifically put out an Anti-American crew of individuals. “Worldwide Warfare”, they were called.
And what a coincidence, the camera panned slowly from the visual of Morris over to the other side of the table. Sitting in a triangle, the three were staring at Morris, ready to absorb anything he might say. Everything Morris said deserved to be put in a quote-book somewhere. It was incredibly important that they listen. One of the bigger shames in the world was the fact that there weren’t always ears catching the audio gold coming from John. Now, he spoke to them, and he spoke quite an elegant line in ‘John Morris’ fashion.
JOHN MORRIS: Fuck wrestling.
The three listeners were a bit taken back by what he said. Well, ”The Russian Rocket” Vlad and ”The Spartan Warrior” Bruce Arnolds were. Ki Sims, “The Korean Huntress”, never really showed emotions. The pink skull bandana blocking her mouth could have been the cause behind that.
MORRIS: There’s a reason I don’t really do it anymore.
BRUCE ARNOLDS: And that is?
Believe it or not, that simple question took a lot from Mr. Arnolds. The relationship between Morris and Worldwide Warfare had always been strained. His training method was a bit… unique in an abusive way? Not only had Arnolds been punished by a chair, but by the sharp words from “Brooklyn’s Finest on the Mic”. The torture Morris could put a willing subject through was unbelievable. And if there’s any doubt about it, ask the mother of his children. There was a reason she ran.
But! He wasn’t drinking (as much) anymore! And ever since he had met Minnie he was somewhat of a different person. In some ways, better, and in others, worse. Really all the woman did was polarize the parts of Morris. Now, when he was good to someone, he was great to them. The opposite held true to his enemies.
Unfortunately, Minnie wasn’t there. She was a way to keep her partner in check, but also she was just great to have around. Holding three belts had a tough schedule, though. Sure, one was retired and one was technically stolen whenever she walked, but so what? Minnie was a triple champion, and that hindered her from being able to just get up and travel to… wherever they were at. She had a job.
Well, that wasn’t fair to say. Morris did too. As did Worldwide Warfare. Morris & Mime Inc. WAS considered a job, and all of the crew could probably get production jobs outside of it if they ever wanted to, now. Morris had them trained whenever they were taken off of TV. It was a way of saying “You’ll never wrestle again” without having to say it.
But, here they were.
MORRIS: Because it’s terrible. That’s why I don’t do it anymore. You don’t need anything specific to set you off, because some event happens every month or so where you get so tilted you want to pack your bags and quit. But me telling you this isn’t going to stop you, is it?
ARNOLDS: To be fair John, you brought us out here specifically because you said we might get to get back into the ring.
MORRIS: I did, I did. And I’m a man of my word, luckily for you. I could have just taken you out here for no reason. Put you through a bunch of loops for nothing. But I didn’t. You should feel lucky, yuh know?
Morris didn’t normally speak like that. That type of talk was sloppy. John did nothing in a manner that was less than perfect. But John was nervous.
The fact that John could feel human emotion was astounding, and the fact that he could feel nervous was something that would trump those who studied the man. “Morrisology - How to be the Best Damn Professional Wrestler 101”... That would make a helluva class.
”THE RUSSIAN ROCKET, VLAD”: Well, are you going to get to the point?
Morris gave a small glare at the big man. He remembered beating down the giant over a tag title loss. The entire right side of his back had welts. Oh, the nostalgia. John’s eyes turned gleeful, as he remembered that he didn’t hit for that kind of speech anymore. Morris treated his employees with respect. They were his friends, now.
That was an odd concept.
MORRIS: There’s a company. And they just came back. It’s nothing huge, but it’s a step up from those local feds you guys think I don’t know about.
A few awkward glances were shared among the trio, and Morris laughed as he leaned back in his chair.
MORRIS: You were wrestling in New York. Hell the hell wouldn’t I know?
A cuss in Korean was muttered from Ki’s lips. John gave a small chuckle before moving on.
MORRIS: But I know you. You all have the same passion I used to. That’s why I let it slide. And that’s why I reached out to these guys here. Yes, I know, shocking that they didn’t offer me some huge contract or a guaranteed title match or something else of notable size. But this place is small. You’ll be on TV, but it won’t be anything like the others. Those crowds are going to be people you’ll come to know. You’re going to get the experience that was stolen from me. Quite honestly guys? There’s a chance you’ll do the only thing that would make me love wrestling again.
A brief moment of silence.
MORRIS: The reason I brought you out here? Because y’all might be living a bit away from Brooklyn. The company’s based right here. So you three might be getting used to tea time and the Queen and Brexit and free healthcare. And I suppose this way you’re all a bit closer to your own homes. It’s a win-win for you guys, you know?
ARNOLDS: Where will you be?
MORRIS: Where will I be? Bruce, I’ll be where I always am. At Brooklyn. Depending on the substances I take in that night I may be on Mars, but other than that I’ll be at my home. This thing that you all have the chance to do? It’s not… me. It’s not another thing for me to put my name on. Minnie’s doing a helluva lot better than I ever did in my rookie year, and while some of it had my guidance, for the most part it was because she had my tips and she ran with them. She was adamant about not letting me hop in her spotlight, and you know what? It worked. Maybe that’s what happened with you guys. Worldwide Warfare wasn’t about you three, it was about me. Everything I touch turns to gold… But Gold doesn’t mean shit these days. All gold does is stay and sit there. Hell, most of the countries aren’t even on the gold standard anymore. So maybe gold should just sit back and look pretty, which I do. I’ll fly back to New York once you guys are set up, and maybe I’ll open up the school to new recruits again. I mean, I got that Nerd on the line that’s apparently a big deal. I can turn him into something huge. And I can take in guys and gals that have nothing. Aside from Minnie, I don’t really have any completely homegrown talent. Hell, maybe I’ll open up my own company out of my gym. I dunno. I just know that you guys?.... You guys don’t need me anymore. To be honest, you didn’t need me in the first place. I don’t want to say this is goodbye, but I mean... there’s going to be three thousand miles of distance between us for quite some time.
TO BE CONTINUED
