Post by Sheamus on Jul 22, 2010 16:43:48 GMT -5
Orton was down and out, in the middle of the ring. Sheamus stood on the stage at the top of the ramp, turning around before heading backstage. He took a final look at his fallen foe, and raised his Celtic Championship high into the air, before lowering it once again. He smirks and turns around, pushing aside the curtains, stepping through. A couple of medical staff members approach Sheamus, as if to check on the champions condition. They could not have one of Raw's top stars, a champion at that, in any sort of injury. He had been having knee problems, but that problem was steadily going away. He waved them off, scoffing at the notion. He did not need their help, and if he did he would have approached them. Fools.
Sheamus continued backstage, until Todd Grisham approaches him carrying a microphone. He ought to smack him around for daring to approach him without permission. He was in fine spirits, however, and decided he would oblige him presently. He could tolerate Grisham, even if he was an annoying fella.
Sheamus, Sheamus, may I have a few words?
Heres a few words, bugger off fella before I knock yer block off.
.........Uh...
Ha, take it easy, I'm just jokin'. Aye, I 'ave a few moments to spare.
Oh....lets see where was I going with this. Oh, congratulations on your victory Sheamus. How does it feel, having the slate wiped clean, defeating the only man to have beaten you thus far?
Honestly, it feels pretty damn good fella. I knew the first time we fought I made some mistakes, and should not have lost in the first place. I knew I could beat Orton, and I just proved it there. I destroyed the bastard, and left him down and out. Let this be a lesson to those here in the back that have a mind to take my title from me. It ain't happenin! All will fall to the Celtic Warrior, this championship belt ain't goin' anywhere. Let them come at me as they may. You see, this loss has been bothering me for a few months, and now the thorn is removed. Orton thought me an easy victory. Apparently not. Orton, you are finished here, you are done. You are going nowhere with your career here, so pack up your things and don't let the door hit yawhere the good lord split ya.
A most impressive victory Sheamus. Now, next in line is MVP, at the pay per view coming up. What are your thoughts?
MVP? I've beaten him before in dominant fashion. All I have to say is, I'm waiting. I hope he brings more to the ring than last time, I'd like the match to last more than five minutes. Who is my opponent next week Todd?
I don't know....
Well, Tood Grisham continues to show his worth! You go find out and let me know. However, it doesn't matter who it is, I have momentum, I'm on a winning streak, and my momemtum only continues to grow. Like a snowball rolling down a mountainside, growing larger and larger. Fitting eh? I'm pretty much the color of snow anyways. Whoever it may be Todd, they are making a big mistake by getting in the ring with me. The Celtic Warrior will continue to amass victories. Now get out of my face.[/i]
Sheamus walks off leaving Todd sitting there looking like an idiot. He walks back down the hallways, taking a few turns, before reaching his locker room. He pushes open the door and shuts it behind him. He sits down on a sofa and relaxes, opening a bottle of water and quenching his thirst. He continues to watch the rest of Raw on the television set.
He watches in anticipation of the main event. Suddenly he hears JBL's music on the television, and echoing throughout the arena aswell. He rolls his eyes, he never liked the man. He watches as this "cowboy" enters via a limo. He watches this shmuck walk to the ring, and grab a microphone, rambling on about something Sheamus doesn't even care about. He introduces Ted Dibiase Jr., who is making his return. He watches as Ted's music hits, and HE comes out in a limo aswell, this one being a black stretch limo. Sheamus shakes his head in disgust. Ted exits the limo, with the Bella twins, or the Bella sluts, on each arm. Ted continues his antics, slipping the referee some cash, and gets on the mic. Sheamus crosses his arms and watches the spectacle, as Matt Hardy comes out, and the two rich snobs beat him down and continue to run their mouths. Sheamus yawns and turns off the television set. Was this guy serious?
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30 minutes later.....[/color]
Sheamus finished watching Raw, enjoying the main event matchup. He was going to go out there and address the audience, the WWE Universe, JBL, and Ted Dibiase Jr. Even if it was not all caught live, it would be replayed on WWE programming, and online aswell. He felt like he needed to get what he had to say off his chest, now. There was something about Dibiase that bothered him, struck a very raw nerve. He couldn't just let it sit and settle. He got up from the couch, and walked out of his dressing room. He walks forth with long, quick strides, taking him soon enough back to the curtains. The crew members immediately cue up his music, along with it, his titantron video. It was a new video aswell, to go with the music, as seen on ThyWWE.com
The fans were still buzzing with excitement from the main event, having been a very entertaining back and forth contest. Suddenly, Sheamus' music hits, and the arena erupts into a loud chorus of boos.
JR: Sheamus? What is he doing out here again?
Jerry Lawler: I dunno King, but this should be interesting!
JR: Right you are King, we have just found out that Ted Dibiase Jr. will be making his debut next week on Raw against the Celtic Champion Sheamus, and its for the title!
Jerry Lawler: Yeah and rumor has it that he has requested the title to be on the line, it was supposed to be a non-title match!
JR: I sure as hell don't like the man, but I must admit he is a fighting champion.
Jerry Lawler: How can you not love Sheamus?[/i]
The despised, milky white Irishman pushed aside the curtains and stepped out once again into the limelight, onto the stage. He stood at the top of the ramp for a moment, soaking it all in, actually enjoying the reaction. They hated him, and it seemed amusing, seemed to please him that he could get such a reaction from the fans. He thrived off of it, and he would continue to garner their ire week after week. He patted the gleaming, sparkling Celtic Championship around his waist, and proceeded down the ramp.
JR: Because hes an arrogant ass, parden the French, King, thats why!
Jerry Lawler: Ass or not, he is the Celtic Champion! He has beaten all comers. He even took out Randy Orton tonight, in an impressive showing.
JR: Quite the slobberknocker it was! But eventually his mouth will catch up to him, and he'll lose that title!
Jerry Lawler: We'll see JR.....[/i]
He climbed up the steel steps, and walked out onto the apron, wiping his boots on it and stepping through the ropes. He clubbed his own chest with his fist a few times, then rose his fists into the air, drawing more heat from the crowd. He then strides over to the side of the ring, where a microphone is given to him.
Ah shut your bloody traps, you ignorant American shites.
Randy Orton...
Not too sure if he'll be doing too many RKOs after I destroyed him tonight. I have finally proven that he is no match for the Celtic Warrior. He is done, in the past, and now I look to the future. I look to Ted Dibiase Jr., who just made his debut. My, Ted, you are looking good these days. You must be staying in shape, a good thing, you'll need all the conditioning in the world if you want to keep up with me. Now, I was sittin' there in the back, watchin' you and JBL, arrive in your fancy limos, your expensive clothing, your slutty women...You do know how to make an entrance, and to make appearances, don't ya fella?
Some people may argue that looking good is half the battle, but I disagree. It doesn't matter how much of a pretty boy you may look like, it won't stop me boot from findin' your face. Now, you two come out here, and offer me to join forces with me? I can't blame ya, who wouldn't want to join forces with Sheamus? I've had many offers backstage from wrestlers who want to start a tag team with me, but I've turned them all down. If I were to team up with someone, it would be an individual of like mind. Similar style, similar beliefs, passion, heart. A Warrior like myself. There are none like that here on Raw, or even on Smackdown. You go so far as to even THREATEN me, Dibiase? Basically you are tellin' me to join with ya, or get crushed. Well listen here fella, I ain't the one gettin' crushed. Have you been watching the last few months here on Raw? If you have then you'd know I've dominated all who have come into my path. What makes you any different, huh? You think because you have a retired veteran in your corner, that you can beat me? I don't think so. I don't want your money, I make enough as it is to support myself and my family back home in Ireland.
I'm glad you only make this sort of offer once, cause I'm already sick of hearing the rediculous notion. What benefit would I have in joining you? I see none at all. You come out here, run your little mouth, and then beat down Matt Hardy? Like that is some sort of accomplishment? Hardy is just a loser, who has done nothing with his career. He is old, and washed up, like JBL, and an easy task for any wrestler. My grandmother could take down Matt Hardy. He was right about one thing though, I'll never join the two of you, I don't care how much money you offer me. Its not worth it to team with a pair of cowards like yourselves. There is not enough money in all the world to get us together. You cannot purchase honor, fella. You cannot buy dignity, respect, or courage. You think the solution in life, is to buy everything. Some things may only be paid in blood, sweat and tears. The results of your hard labor, by the sweat of your brow. A real man works for his living, works for what he gets, he EARNS it Ted. But not you, no you are just like your father. You make up for your lack of prowess in the ring by slipping money to people. Hell, thats the only reason he had you Ted, is because he paid your whore of a mother to spread her legs and bear a child. I am quite sure thats what you will end up doing, aswell. No woman would ever be able to bear your presence unless she kept getting paid to put up with it.
I don't understand why you are so arrogant. You see, I'm arrogant, well I call it confidence, because I know I can back up what I say. You on the other hand, are different. I don't know what sort of malfunction your brain has, to make you think you deserve to be in the ring with me. You are here for one night, and you get a match with ME? I had to claw and fight my way up here, Dibiase. You must had bribed someone in the back, the cowards way. You cannot do it on your own. That is why I despise you, and refuse to join forces. You symbolize everything that I hate, and you represent America. Rich, greedy bastards who don't earn their keep. They push the poor down further into the mud, for their own gain. The rich get richer, and the poor get poorer as the saying goes. And besides that, you talk a big game for not having accomplished anything here.
Even in the old WWE, all you managed to do in two years was win the tag team championships, twice, with the help of Orton. It took you two years to do that? I won't even talk about my accomplishments in the old WWE, because you all know them well. I've been here, what, two months? I've won two championship belts, unified them, and have held onto it. Nobody has been able to take them from me, and I don't think they will. I've won seven straight contests, and I'm not slowing down at all. You have yet to settle in and learn the ropes.
You will not win my championship, you never will aslong as I hold it. You are just like your father. I remember back in the day, when he could not win the championship himself, so instead he had his own Million Dollar Championship belt crafted for him. The ironic thing is, that the estimated cost of the making of the belt was $125,000. He was so frustrated that he could not win or purchase the championship, that he had that one made. It was not even considered a sanctioned belt, its merely a piece of jewelry. He didn't win anything! He gave it to you, his son, and you haven't earned anything either. You walk around as if you are some big shot champion, when in all reality is you cannot get it done in the ring.
Another thing you and your father have in common, is that you both are former tag team champions. Obviously you must lean on someone else, use them as a crutch, to obtain the gold. You cannot do it alone. You should stick to the tag team division Ted, its what you are good at. Using other people for your own success. You are probably thinking otherwise, and I would love for you to prove me wrong. I am tired of dominating my opponents, stomping them into the ground. Give me a challenge, push me to the limits, and you will earn my respect.
However, if you are so confident that you will win, why don't you put YOUR belt on the line aswell? Title for title, the better man takes it all home. If you are a real man, with the balls, you will accept my challenge. I'll take that nice little shiny belt of yours and wipe me arse with it. If you are so confident you are going to win, then what do you have to lose? Decline and I, no, everyone, will know what sort of coward you are. So let me know, if you are willing to step up to the plate. Step up Ted, and you will get knocked back down, and you will be put in your place, courtesy of the Celtic Warrior....Sheamus![/i]
Sheamus' music hits again, and Sheamus exits the ring, and heads back up the ramp. He pauses, seeing one of the limos still there...Ted Dibiase Jr's Limo...the black stretch with TDJ lettering on the side. A mischevious smile begins to form on Sheamus' features.
JR: I don't like it when Sheamus gets that look....
Jerry Lawler: Hes eyeing that limo there, I wonder what is going through his mind
JR: Nothing good, I can tell you that much
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Sheamus smirks, and tears his gaze away from the limo, and walks back behind the curtains. Moments later, Sheamus reappears with a crowbar in hand, and he is striding towards the limo with purpose. The Celtic Warriors runs foward, as if hitting an opponent with a bicycle kick. His foot smashes through the passenger side window upfront. His leg gets a few cuts from the glass, but if it bothered or hurt him, he did not show it. He extracted his leg from the window, and begins going to town on the vehicle.
Jerry Lawler: Thats Teb Dibiase's limosine!
JR: By gawd, hes destroying it, and thats one expensive vehicle!
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The limo driver inside begins yelling, telling him to stop. Sheamus ignores his pleas, and dents the side of the car in many places, swinging the crowbar with all his might. He begins smashing the TBJ logo aswell, and goes around the car, bashing every window on the sides and back. He circles around to the front of the car, and begins swinging again, spiderglass cracks appearing, until it shatters completely, and the driver exits the vehicle, and starts screaming at Sheamus. The Warrior takes the bar in both hands, and drives it point first into the driver's forehead, and busts him wide open, bright red blood flowing forth from it.
JR: No, not the driver! He didn't do anything!
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He takes the driver, and tosses him on the hood of the car, and climbs up onto it. Standing atop the trunk, he then takes the man, and tosses him on the roof of the car, and Sheamus once again ascends to a higher position. Grabbing the man's hair, he slowly brings him up, bend over and in between his legs. Sheamus grabs him around the midsection with both arms, and flips him up into the air, each hand holding him up by the armpits. The Celtic Warrior slams the limo driver down onto the car, hitting the Crucifix Powerbomb. The unconscious form bounces, and falls off the car with a sickening thud. Sheamus raises his hands in the air, screaming, as the scene fades, switching to a commercial break.
JR: An absolutely disgusting display! This makes me sick, that no good son of a-
Jerry Lawler: Easy JR....I am at a loss for words here...Ted Dibiase won't be happy about this....
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