Post by Sheamus on Jul 25, 2010 23:59:38 GMT -5
The scene opens up outside of Dublin, as Sheamus is staying at his parent's ranch, before heading out back to the States for his match. He had wrecked Ted Dibiase's limo, and destroyed the driver. Was he a destructive person? Somewhat, he supposed, but mainly it was just to send a message. He wanted to get under the skin of Ted Dibiase Jr, get inside his head, so that maybe he would rattle him. Maybe him angry so he would make a very costly mistake. True Warriors did not get rattled, they were not able to be shook. This was true of Sheamus.
It was very frustrating to Sheamus. that people still did not respect him, or what he had done thus far. He unifed the United States and Intercontinental championships, won seven straight in a row, including the most recent victory against the only man to have ever beaten him here. He had come up second place in the Royal Rumble, being eliminated by the Undertaker. What more did they want? Sure he would continue to win, week after week. For some reason though, the other wrestlers did not give him respecct, did not show respect for his in ring ability and combat prowess. He had destroyed everybody that came across him. And then Ted Dibiase shows up, and he just assumes he will so easily fell the Celtic Warrior? Rediculous. He merely sighed softly. In time they would come to respect him, he would just have to show whoever doubted him, first hand, what he could do. He looked into the camera and began to speak, after a few minutes of contemplation, and the camera man patiently waiting.
Ted Dibiase...you know, there might be something that I am missing in this life. I have decided to give you the benefit of the doubt, and that maybe your lifestyle is better than mine. So I have decided I will do something I enjoy, tonight, and then I'll fly back to the States, and live like you for a day. I want to get a taste of a day in the life of a Dibiase. I'll then see which day I enjoyed more. I'll tell you what, if I enjoy yours more, then I'll go ahead and join you. It will tell me that everything I have said is wrong, and false, and that you were right. I'll admit it, I'm a man who will admit when he is wrong. I will give you a chance, by doing this little experiment. Perhaps fast cars, slutty women, drugs, alcohol...expensive things...maybe they bring happiness. I guess we'll find out, won't we? Now, I'll have the camera man here follow me, so you may see what sort of things I enjoy. I enjoy physical things, difficult and dangerous challenges. Something that keeps the heart pumping, the adreanaline running, things that keep me alive, truly alive, not some hollow existence. The weather IS quite foul, isn't it? Good, thats what I was hoping for. Come, you'll see what I have in mind.
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Sheamus motions toward the cameraman to follow him. The rain had been threatening all day, and finally the skies had opened up. The water poured down as if God himself were dumping buckets of water down on their heads. Sheamus always enjoyed the rain, it was soothing, and refreshing. Sheamus entered into a car, and the scene faded. The scene opened again, as he reached his destination, some docks on the coast. There awaited him friends of the family, in fact the entire crew besides Sheamus was all related. Each and every one of them hard a dark, sallow, sea weathered face, they obviously were some sort of fishermen by trade. The captain was the oldest, the grandfather. His hair was completely gray, and he did not seem to mind. He also had a massive stomach and broad shoulders. Sheamus stood there, watching the ocean, standing in the pelting rain. There was a great ship, one that looked like a typical pirate vessel, about medium to small in size, not at all the standard type of ship you'd see nowadays. He stepped onto the docks, and they patted him on the back, making small talk with them. The rain was coming down hard now, and the wind was blowing, sounding like a screaming banshee. They all boarded the ship, and let the sails take wind, and off they went into the tumultuous ocean.
Sheamus turned to face the wind, letting the cold, icy spray of the sea sting his face. He loved to sail. After about half an hour into the voyage, the wind started to gain in intensity, and it howled like an imprisoned madman, straining against his chains. The ship began to lurch, and everyone had to grab something for support, or be tossed overboard. Sheamus lived for this type of excitement. The wooden hull made continual groaning sounds, as it was twisted and pounded by the monstrous waves that crashed over the sides, frothed with white. The ship started to roll a bit, and more water poured over the side. The ship began to flounder about, and then rolled back the other way, sending an onslaught of water to stream across the deck and crash into more water coming in from the other side. The captain began to shout over the wind, giving orders to the crew and Sheamus.
All hands! Get to the buckets! We're taking on too much water! [/i]
Eager, to test himself...man against the elements, the true challenge..Sheamus rushed, along with the others grabbing large canvas buckets. Everyone started bailing water over the side of the ship. It was a very frantic race against the flood of water t that was crashing in with every new wave. They were broadside to the wind, and were taking on too much water. They would all go down with the ship if they could not do enough. The wind was blowing them back towards the coastline. If they headed back to the shore, they would surely crash the ship against the rocks, being too far away from the docks. The captain began to shout more orders, but his voice was drowned out by a crack of thunder. The boat was now lower in the water, and moving sluggishly. They were slowly going to sink.
The captain was finally heard, and a few of the crew members flung themselves onto the ropes, pulling hard on them in an effort to get control of the ship. Sheamus himself rushed to the rudder, using his tremendous strength to keep it steady and in the right position. The boat came around, and began bucking and fighting like a wild bull. However, they somehow managed to get enough water off the deck, and position the boat that it began to sail straight, past the storm clouds. The wind was still forceful behind them, but everyone was more stable and steady on their feet. The waves continued to slam into the bow of the ship, arching white spray of the sea into two large plumes. The men went back to the buckets, continuing to remove the water. They moved out of the storm after an hour or two of fighting the very waters themself, and barely came out of it, intact. A few hours later, they were docking to a port city, and they all headed off the ship. Sheamus rented a room at a local hotel, and got some much needed rest. He had worked hard, strained himself, and it would make him stronger. The ever evolving warrior must always push himself to the limits, and sometimes that included perilous things. Everything he did, was for his enjoyment, and his own personal advancement. It had been a good voyage.
The next morning, Sheamus packed of all his things together, and headed to the airport, absolutely drained from the night before. He arrived in the Greenbay, Wiscon airport many hours later, and had his luggage sent to Beloit, Wisconsin. He had some things to do in Greenbay, first. He was going to try to live as Ted Dibiase lived, and he had enough money saved up to allow him the sort of luxary he enjoyed, atleast for a day. He rented himself a tuxedo, and he looked at himself in the mirror. He thought he looked very out of place, and the sight disgusted him. He was not meant to wear a tuxedo, no true Warrior was, save perhaps on a wedding day. He merely shrugged and took it all in stride, leaving a hotel, and getting picked up by a stretch limo, similar to the one Dibiase normally rode in. He had flirted with and picked up a beautiful woman, of morals that Sheamus had very high doubts regarding. He just went along with it, and reminded himself not to let her seduce him, he didn't want to catch a disease that she, and most Americans, surely had. He shuddered at the thought. He took the woman, apparently her name was Ashley...to Meyer theatre, where they watched some sort of romantic film.
Sheamus fidgeted the whole time, uncomfortable in the tuxedo. He was bored thirty minutes into the movie. Finally it was over. The crying from some ladies behind him...the constant advances and touching of the "lady"....he was glad to get out of there. Following that, he and the lady, made a reservation for a rather expensive restaurant later in the evening. They both went back to the hotel, changed clothes and decided to go Bay Beach Amusement Park. He subtly denied her attempts for intercourse during the hotel visit. They reached the amusement park, and Sheamus had a decent time, he rather enjoyed the roller coasters. He was a bit of an adreanaline junkie, and he enjoyed himself for the most part. The waiting in line was a bit annoying, however. So he took a page out of Dibiase's book, and bribed more than a few people to let him cut in line. He also played on the fact that he was a recognized wrestler, a champion at that. It was sort of nice, to have the luxary of fame, even if the fans there hated him. More than a few people started to run their mouth, and got a dirty look from Sheamus. A good thing looks cannot kill, right?
The woman became increasingly attracted and turned on by the antics of Sheamus, despite his subtle refusal to her advances and proposals. He supposed she liked a tough man who played "hard to get". The more he tried to dissuade her, the harder she pressed. He sighed in irratation. After a few hours, they left the amusement park, and got ready at the hotel for their dinner reservation. Once again he put on the dreadful tuxedo, and once again he had to refuse the advances of the woman, much to her dismay. She pouted in the limo as they made their way to the restaurant. They had a nice reserved spot for them, and they sat down. Of course the woman chose the most expensive thing on the list, and of course he would have to pay. He rolled his eyes.
Looking at the menu, he wondered what the hell all these items were. He finally came to a decision, by prompting from Ashley, and suggestions from the waiter. They brought out the food, and Sheamus looked at his plate in disbelief. One hundred dollars for THIS? Americans...they cared more about what food looked like, and how it was set up, than by taste. And to top it all off, their wine tasted like crap, and the serving size was much too small. He did not care for the taste of the food either, they had tried to hard to make it special. It was not difficult to make a delicious meal out of simple things...and why would he care how the food was decorated and arranged? It was all going to the same place anyways. Rediculous.
They finished their meal, and Sheamus shelled out a large tip, the waiter was rather friendly and pleasant, it wasn't his fault the food was terrible. The woman however seemed to enjoy it, brushing her feet against Sheamus' legs the whole time...staring at him...eating her food seductively. The women here were such skanks, he thought to himself. At the end of the night, he went back to his hotel room, the woman accompanying him. She went in for the kill, touching him, running her hands all along his body. Pressing her soft sweet lips against his. He was revolted by this woman with no class or morals. However...he was supposed to try out a day in the life of a Dibiase, right? He merely shrugged and went along with it, trying as much as he could to enjoy the moment. He let himself indulge this once, in carnal pleasures, and it was a very long, heated night...and it wasn't too bad either. He made sure to use protection to not catch anything she might potentially have, and he decided he would go get himself checked by a doctor tomorrow just to be safe...The woman left in the morning, left her number with Sheamus, and he spoke aloud to himself, in retrospect of last night.
Hmm...did I enjoy myself? Somewhat. The attention was nice. Wealth can buy many luxaries, and if I teamed with Ted, I'm sure more money would come my way, more than I could ever need or want. The lady was nice I suppose, gorgeous, but a bit of a tramp. She obviously has had much practice...The amusement park was rather...amusing...I suppose. Riding in a stretch limo is nice, but I think I prefer to drive myself. I like being in control. Money does buy control to a certain extend, and you can get things you desire more easily. However...expensive restaurants are not for me, and I am a man who enjoys his food. Overall, it wasn't a bad day, but I think I prefer my own activities. All the money in the world cannot buy you the qualities of a Warrior. It cannot buy you every single victory, no, that must be paid in blood, sweat, and tears. Hard work. What satisfaction is there in paying for everything you get? Life would become a bore. Does Dibiase have no work ethic? When you get done after the planting season, and you look around and say...this is the result of MY work. I did this, not someone else. I think he is missing a sense of accomplishment, that is so needed for any man.
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Dibiase most likely trained in the most expensive gym, with the best equipment available to him. The best trainers in the world. However, nothing could beat the true challenge of man against nature, against the elements, the land, against the world. Nothing could compare to that, and nothing could give more clarity of mind. That is what seperated him from all others. His training regimen, his desire to learn every aspect and angle of combat. They somehow all related to eachother, in one way or another. Not many people could grasp that simple truth. However, they were not raised by True Warriors, and their ancestry was not full of legendary leaders and Warriors like Sheamus. Perhaps it was a moot point, to attempt to even tell the others the real way of things, they would never listen, and it would fall upon deaf ears. Ah, well, their loss and his gain.
I believe I will decline Mr. Dibiase's, and JBL's offer. I do not need them, and if they don't like it, I will show that money cannot buy everything. It cannot buy them safety, it cannot purchase a way out from my wrath. No, I will show Ted the true way of the Warrior. He will be crushed, destroyed, and another will fall to my blade. Notch number eight will be carved into the handle of my sword....
The scene fades slowly. Sheamus sets himself down to sleep, dreaming, thinking, of battle and victory. He would not lose the championship, it meant so much to him. It would be his for a long time, until he decided he did not want it anymore. He would not lose it. He would relinquish it when the time was right, when he was ready. He had a few more notches to carve....
