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Post by Sheamus on Oct 26, 2010 0:03:48 GMT -5
What is my legacy, or perhaps, what will my legacy be? How will I be remember, when I am long gone, and just a memory? Will I fade into obscurity, or will I carve my name into a stone foundation, and be remembered through the ages? No, I cannot be forgotten, I must make a name for myself, as my ancestors before me. It is the only path I have, and I will fight, scratch, and claw my way until it becomes as much. What I have been doing so far here in Thy WWE, is beginning to form the foundation, but I must build upon it. I cannot be a flash in the pan, like Orton and Greenspark. No, I must win this match, for if I lose, it will destroy everything I have worked so hard for up to this point. In my mind, they iare attempting to rob me of my legacy, especially orton, he is trying to ruin me, and everything I have done, and plan to do. He is a leech, trying to feed off of my success.
If he wins, he will be known as the one to take down the REAL champion, to take down Sheamus. For surely if I lose this, I can not hope to return again. It has come down to this one match. He will steal my glory, and I will be diminished, and will be extremely hard to gain everything back. I cannot let him undo me, I know he wants to. This makes him my enemy, and we will settle the war with this final battle. The one man they say I got lucky against...I must destroy. If I don't, it will be a haunting and lingering memory, and they will all say he is superior to me. However, if I defeat him, there will be no argument, no discussion, no doubt that I am the better man, the better warrior. I must put the others in their place, and set an example for everyone, or else my power will be undermined. I must intimidate, and use fear to further my position, or everyone will break out into chaos, and the situation will be beyond my control. For if I seem vulnerable, or defeatable, then everything goes to shite. I do not think anyone but I understands how much this match means, what is on the line, how pivotal this is. Even if they do not know, the effects will be felt if this does not go the right way.
And how would his own kin, the Celtic people, look upon him if he lost? In my mind, I knoww that he would let them down with a loss here. Surely I fight for my own glory, and for my own ancestors, my history....but I hold a special place in his heart for my own people. I am a hero to them, they look up to me. It simply would not do for their chosen champion to falter on the biggest stage in professional wrestling.....Wrestlemania.
It will ruin everything that I have planned, things that have already been set in motion. Momentous things will happen at Wrestlemania, and in the following weeks. In order for them to work, my enemies must be crushed.I know in my heart that if I execute my strategy to perfection, everything will go the way it must. When I win, there will be none to defy me, and the plans in motion will be set. I know I will do this, and I am confident in my ability. I do this for the plans, and for my Legacy.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------
Sheamus could not hope to match their speed. Greenspark and Randy had a clear advantage in agility and speed. Sure, for such a big man, he possessed grace and quickness that was rather uncanny. He was deceptively fast for a man of his size, but he was merely as fast as his frame would allow. The saying goes, "speed kills". How could Sheamus utilize his size and brute strength if he could not land a hit? It would render him ineffective, useless. The Celtic Warrior had determined that he would once again need to use strategy and quick thinking to make up for the area he lacked in. His opponents would react to his every movement, and he must anticipate his foes, watch the telltale signs of movement. A suble shift in stance, a tensing of the muscles....the gleam and flashes of their eyes....he would have to be at his finest edge.
This is what propelled Sheamus above all others, his firm grasp on tactical advantages, as he was a student of wars, past present and future. He knew the history of war, who won, who lost, and why the outcome came about. He knew the flaws, or the brilliant strategies, and he knew what it took to him. For Sheamus, wrestling was just another battle field. He could prepare easily for a one on one contest, but another person in the mix always threw things off. Perhaps he could use the chaos involved in such a match, and use it to his advantage. There would be much confusion, as one would have to have eyes in the back of their head. He felt confident that he could manage that. He would quickly recognize the openings, and strike at the most opportune time.
He had spent a great deal in practice duels, wielding sword and shield against his mentor in swordplay. He was a smaller man, but he was quick, quicker than his Wrestlemania opponents. If he went toe to toe, he would definitely lose, he could simply not match the speed and flow of the combat. Instead, in time, he had learned to anticipate his opponent. He had learned to make his opponent think he was doing one thing, while in all reality it was an elaborate move to strike where it was unexpected. He would swing his sword, but his opponent would merely react and move out of the way, but he began to learn how to tell, WHERE they would move. The same concept he would have to use at Wrestlemania. Many hours he spent in the previous week preparing, to focus his mind and reflexes, and he felt he was ready to implement his strategy.
----------------------------------------------------------------[/b] Days Before Wrestlemania [/u]
The scene opens in a dimly lit room in a quaint cottage, on the outskirts of Dublin, Ireland, the capital of the Celts. The crown jewel, when it came to cities, of the Irish people. A man is seen hunched over in the pale moonlight filtering through the thin screen that served as a window. The screen was so thin, that the cool Irish night breeze drifted in through it. A half burnt, half melted candle sit on a crude brass candlestick on a spindly legged wooden table. The wind had long since blown the flame cold, and nothing remained but a chill husk of melted wax. Panning around, most of the small room was displayed thanks to the light of the silvery orb in the sky. It was very modestly furnished, but the craftsmanship of the wooden items was very fine indeed, of high quality. It had the smooth look and structure that only a master carpenter could craft from the very oak itself.
Back to the man, he was a large, broad shouldered, muscular figure. His pale white skin shone out as brightly as the moon. His skin glistened with sweat, and he hovered over a large stone basin. His muscles tensed, his ribs and side muscles contracted as he heaved yet again, one of many countless times this evening, or early morning, one could not tell. He retched loudly, almost violently, with the sound of a dying man, spewing nothing but foul acidic air from his mouth, his stomach having been emptied save for the occasional stomach acid. His vision swam as if he was in a dream. Was this death? He could not be sure. All he knew is that he was not in a good way at the current moment in time.
Soon his visage began to take on images, scenes of the past, of his past, and of an unknown, foreign, or land of old. Anything ranging from years to centuries before. He could not be sure what was real anymore. In fact, his reality was so distorted that he felt he was losing his grip on reality, and could not separate what was, from what he perceived. This was no drug induced state, but he assumed something seriously wrong with him. The camera pans around to his face, which appears very gaunt indeed. His normally creamy pale complexion is even amplified, which for a man of Sheamus' tone is saying something extraordinary. He looked whiter than a ghost, whiter than the wintry snows themselves. The moonlight reflected off his sweat, and his eyes rolled back in his head. His pupils were extremely dilated, to the point where they seemed as if they were hungrily devouring the bright green color of the iris within. The man reached for a stone cup holding water to keep himself hydrated, but he faltered, and fell with a thud to the stone floor he now knelt upon. He hit the floor, and again his vision swam, and everything turned to darkness. He was motionless, and his breathing shallow and ragged.
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All Sheamus knew was darkness, but he still had cognitive thought. It was if he had, or his mind, been shifted into an alternate reality, or some sort of third dimension. He was extremely confused and disoriented. He tried to gain his surroundings, but he felt himself as if he were in some sort of black void, suspended in time and space. He spoke to the darkness, or more to himself, as if thinking aloud.
Where am I?
Greetings, son of the Celts, Sheamus O'Shaunessy. Where you are? Perhaps that is not the question you should be asking.
Then who are YOU?
Again, you are unable to grasp the reality of things. You have much to do, and many things and prophecies to fulfill. You run around as if you are some warrior fighting for honor and glory, but you truly do lack the real reason of your existence. Your birth, and who you are, why you are here, its something I must show you.
I don't understand. Where am I?
Ah yes, you are a persistent one. Where are you? You are in your parent's cottage in Ireland, in the guest bedroom.
This does not look like that at all.
Ah but it is, you are deep within your mind. Deep within your subconscious, even further still. You may call this state a trance, or perhaps you have been BROUGHT here. You are normally healthy, your strict training regimen has you keep yourself at peak physical condition for battle. This was induced for a reason. Now come, I have much to show you.[/i]
The blackness fades and Sheamus stands with an unknown voice, on the midst of a great rolling green field of battle. Two armies stand at opposite ends, holding their banners high, and shouting their war cries. As one, they charge towards each other, and the ground and earth rumbles as if thunder itself. There is a loud crack of steel upon steel, as men engage in the very struggle of life. Swords and spears are broken, bodies are pierced, blood is shed, and the air is filled with the scent of death, and the sounds of dying men in agonizing pain. One of the sides is faltering, the line breaking, and is being flanked. It seems as if their defeat is at hand, and the day is lost for them.
There is a man who stands out among them all, as he takes up the sword of his father, grief and anger splayed across his face. He takes up the sword, a fine great sword beset by many glittering jewels. His father seems to be the general, in his specially adorned and decorated armor, and the son charges into battle with a fury, sweeping scores of men from his wake, cutting a blood swath through their ranks. He works his way to the opposite general, and they engage in one on one combat. The other combats filter aside to let them fight. The younger one, who had grabbed his father's sword, cuts the man down, and the battle stops, and his army is declared the victor. The scene fades.
You are a descendant of this man, his blood runs in yours. This is a hero of your people.
Yes, I recognize the colors of the armies, and the tactics of the battle. But what does that have to do with me?
You still are not seeing it. Come, there is much more to show you. In time you will understand.[/i]
Sheamus is shown more scenes of large, bloody battles. He is shown the man, legend of the Irish people, Cú Chulainn. Many scenes are showing recounting his legendary deeds, and his glorious battles. Sheamus is shown countless deeds and scenes of his ancestors, living gloriously and performing many amazing feats. Eventually they all die in battle, but their name is held on the tongues of his people. The people who have fought for the Irish people, for their freedom. To preserve their ideals and their ways.
Do you see now? You must follow in their footsteps. You are destined for greatness, and to follow your current path is to disgrace and dishonor them all. The great War Goddess of your Celtic People, Scáthach, has chosen your bloodline to carry the name and honor of the Celtic People. You are the chosen one of your generation Sheamus. I remember when you first entered the large stage of professional wrestling you said "Some people say the Irish traditions are dead, and I'm here to change all of that". I come to you now, merely to remind you of who you are, that you never lose sight and focus of your destiny. You must regain the Celtic title, for what it represents. You cannot let Randy Orton have the final victory. If you let him win, then he proves to be the better warrior. Just remember, Sheamus, the shaking hand cannot thrust the blade true and you know this. You are capable, and you are meant to do many things. If you cannot live up to the past of your bloodline, your blood right, then you do not deserve life. You know you should be going after the world title, a true warrior does not settle for second best. Your path is set before you now Sheamus, and you know what you must do. Embrace your path, embrace your fate, or be destroyed by it.[/i]
The blackness fades and Sheamus awakes in the cottage with a start, gasping for air. He looks around, in shock and awe at what has just happened. He knew the words spoken by the unknown voice were true, and he must follow them. It was in his blood, it was him, it was who he was. Sheamus nodded grimly and accepted this, he wanted it dearly with all his heart and soul, and he would fight, and stop at nothing to attain it. He would get his shot, and he would not falter. He would thrust the blade true, and claim what was rightfully his. All of those who stood in his way would be swept aside.
Again, his vision swam, and his eyes closed again, falling into a deep slumber, until morning.----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
ThyWWE.com Exclusive
The following video has been posted on ThyWWE.com Exclusive, that of an interview between Sheamus and Todd Grisham days before Wrestlemania. Find out what Sheamus has to say regarding his upcoming match at the Showcase of the Immortals.
After one would click on the video link, Todd Grisham would be seen with Sheamus in an unknown location, with the general Thy WWE backdrops.
Todd Grisham: I am standing here with none other than the newly returned Celtic Warrior, Sheamus O'Shaunessy. Now Sheamus, you made your return two weeks ago, coming back to defeat Greenspark, one of the men you'll be facing in this triple threat match at Wrestlemania. However, last week Greenspark gained the upper hand in a brief scuffle after his match with Orton. Your thoughts?
Sheamus: Let me tell ya somethin' fella, first blood is not nearly as important, as last blood. Ya know what I mean boyo? Take pride in your momentary victory for now Greenspark, because it will be fleeting, and as unfulfilled as your career I'm sure. I heard ya flappin' your gums about this and that, but to be honest I wasn't really paying attention. You bore me to death. You said somethin' about growing up, watching wrestling your whole life? Who in this business hasn't? It doesn't make you special in the slightest. But to go on and say YOU deserve it more, than all others before you? You arrogant shite, how dare you disrespect the legends who paved the path for you, like that? If theres one man who deserves his big shot, its ME, The Celtic Warrior, Sheamus O'Shaunessy.
Todd Grisham: Strong words indeed. We all know your history with Randy Orton Sheamus, the only man to have beaten you here in Thy WWE. Some would say he has your number, and the upper hand. Not to mention, he holds the Celtic title you introduced after Unifying the United States and Intercontinental championships. How do you respond to the people who say you cannot defeat Orton?
Sheamus: Honestly I don't care if they think I can or not. By me own reckoning, we are tied, two to two. He beat me in my debut, then I had eliminated him back at the Royal Rumble, then I defeated him in singles competition. However, previous to my departure due to surgery, he took my title from me, one that I plan to bring back to Ireland in due time. I do not think he has the upper hand at all fella, I think we are on even ground at the moment.
Todd Grisham: Well, you are still recovering, aren't you, from surgery? Some might say that your legs will be a target, and try to re injure you. How do you combat such odds? How do you overcome the weakness?
Sheamus: Weakness? I am back, one hundred percent, fully healed and recovered from surgery. When I am at my peak, there is no man, that can hope to defeat me. And I am at my peak, there is no weakness to be found. Attack me legs all you want, they are strong as an ox's.
Todd Grisham: Sheamus, how motivated are you to win your title belt back? Is it a driving force, to gain back what you previously held most dear?
Sheamus: You see Grisham, its not really the fact that its a championship I want back. Not at all. It is the fact that it is the CELTIC Championship, held in the hands of a non Celt. It is a great dishonor for anyone to be holding it at all. As for the title of Unified Intercontinental Champion, I could care less. It is the fact, that it is named the Celtic title. That belt is mine, and I want it back. I will do everything in me own power to regain it. And as I said, I don't care about the unified Intercontinental Championship.
Todd Grisham: But the Unified Intercontinental Championship is the Celtic Championship. What do you mean?
Sheamus: In name, only. I won't say anymore, just keep in mind that all I want is the belt itself.
Todd Grisham: Fair enough then. I suppose we'll have to stay tuned in the weeks following to see how this develops. Sheamus, this is the very first Wrestlemania, since the WWE became Thy WWE, surely a historic moment. Do you plan to make an impact?
Sheamus: A brilliant question, ye durned fool. Of course I want to make an impact. Even if its the first Wrestlemania of the new company, the name Wrestlemania carries much weight. It is still the Showcase of the Immortals, The Grandest stage of them all! I will put on such a performance, such a dominant display of my power, that my name will be etched into history, into the very foundation of this company. I have many things to fulfill, and indeed I shall. This is only the beginning of my journey, the first step towards bigger, and better things. Do not think I will stop here, do not think that I will SETTLE for just taking back me belt. Destiny, fate....the wheels are turning, and plans are in motion. Lets just say that it is time to step up me game, to ascend to greater heights.
Randy Orton and Greenspark are in me way, and I will not let them hinder me progress. Orton and I have a long history, and on the Grandest stage of them all, it is time to end this feud. It is time to see who is the better man once and for all, and I guarantee he will not snake his way to victory. As for Greenspark, I have beaten him before, and I will do so again. He has potential, but he is far below my spot on the mountain. He is surely over matched, and I am more than willing to back up the words with actions, those that speak louder than the former. I'll put the notion out of his head, that he can beat me, before it ever becomes apparent. He will learn his place in the pecking order, and fall into line. Orton will finally know the truth, as will the world. It is time for Sheamus' star to shine, time for Sheamus to take his rightful place on the throne, on the top of the WWE mountain. What better place to do it, than Wrestlemania? The Celtic Warrior has spoken, had decreed it, and once again, I will prove victorious.
[/i] The video ends, fading to black, as Wrestlemania looms closer. The excitement and anticipation building, this contest being one of the Marquee matches. So much history, so much potential, it will be one of the most hotly contested matches of the night. Emotions will run high, and each man will give it their all, leaving it all in the ring. History will be written, and events set in motion. How will this particular one play out? Stay tuned this Sunday, when Wrestlemania comes around, and mere men either fall short, or get thrust up into the spotlight, their legacy becoming Immortal for ages to come. [/b]
The Night of Wrestlemania [/u][/color] 
Sheamus was backstage in his locker room, the anticipation of the upcoming match churning his insides. Not for fear of his opponents, but for fear of failure. But he could allow no such notions inside his heart. Fear, was a natural emotion, one that could either hinder you, or that you could funnel into something useful. He was brave, but still he felt the anxiety. Courage is not simply knowing no fear, but learning to overcome that fear, and act against it, not letting it affect you. In that regard, Sheamus was a master.
He had done the work to physically prepare himself, but hours before the match of epic proportions, it was time to mentally get himself ready. He slipped into a trance, in silent meditation, the door locked so none could disturb him. He breathed slowly, slowly becoming aware of his internal clockwork, and was soon able to control even the rate at which his heart beat. His discipline was matched by few. Soon he became calm, relaxed, and his mind once again went over the battle plans, and he played, and replayed, a thousand different scenarios in his mind. All of them ended, however, in one final outcome. A brogue kick square to the face, a three count, and him holding HIS championship belt up in the air, victorious once again. Sheamus would be ready, for his destiny was upon him. |
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