Post by Sheamus on Jan 31, 2011 0:41:58 GMT -5
The scene opens in a hilly area of Ireland, the weather is overcast. The dark grey clouds threaten to pour down heavy rain upon the land. A man is seen running up a hill, dodging the jutting rocks rising from the ground at random intervals. The large red-haired, pasty skinned man reaches a large mossy covered rock, and places two hands on it, bending slightly and lowering his head, breathing heavily. He turns his head, and looks into the camera with a grin.
Sheamus:
Suprised to see me? I'm sure you've all been wondering, where I have been. As it has been noted, I've been having injury problems, a nagging injury for months. I took some time off, came back, and was reinjured when I was victorious at Wrestlemania, taking back my title against Randy Orton and Greenspark. Shortly after, I lost it, due to my injury. I am not one to sit here and make excuses, I was beaten by Randy Orton. Well done Randy, but what have you done since then? Nothing. You know, one hundred percent I am better than you, and always will be. Now if you want to dispute this fact and try me again, all I have to say...is anytime, anywhere.
You can rest assured that Sheamus has been medically cleared to wrestle, and is at one hundred percent. The Celtic Warrior is back, and ready to take his throne atop Thy WWE. Now, I must earn that shot, so I have other priorities first, such as getting back into the picture. Which brings us to Oppression, this Sunday. As you have seen the videos, I will be returning to action. I plan on making an impact, and let the world know that the Celtic Warrior has returned, and there is nobody in the world that can defeat me. Bring everything you have, it will be to no avail as this warrior spirit inside of me conquers all in his path. Nobody can match my strength, my cunning tactics and strategy, nor my heart.
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Sheamus takes his hands off the rock and straightens. He grabs a piece of stone jutting out, and climbs ontop of the large structure of nature. The camera looks up at a standing Sheamus, as he raises his arms into the air.
Sheamus
Get used to this image, as it will be one you will become accustomed to frequently. Picture this, as me, in the ring, with the gold around my waist. This is what the future holds.
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Sheamus lowers his arms and the camera takes a better viewpoint, to see Sheamus' face straight on as he sits down, his powerful legs dangling off the rock.
Sheamus
Now, you must be wondering as to what sort of impact I will be making. How will Sheamus make his grand return? I've thought about this myself, for months...all the time I have been gone. Through all the surgeries, all the rehab done on my knee. I have contemplated this, stewed over it, going over a thousand different scenarios, to ensure the perfection of my plan. Imagine the rage that boiled inside of me, when the doctor's told me I was out, that I could not wrestle. They told me to never come back, to quit wrestling all together. They feared I would injure myself again, and become crippled for the rest of my life. The determination of a warrior does not accept that.
I worked every day, every night, with everything I had, to make sure I could, and that I would come back, much to your chagrin I am sure. For I know in my heart, that I am the best in the world at what I do, that no man can stop me from the inevitable. I will not accept defeat, failure...and the thing I crave the most is battle. While I relish in the pain in others, the reason I fight, the reason I do battle, the reason I wrestle is simply this: to prove, to the world, and to myself, that I AM the best. I know it in my heart, and so will you all, in due time.
Perhaps I will go after my old rival, the viper, Randy Orton. No, he is not worth my time, and I have proven I am the better man, proven that a mere snake cannot overcome a true warrior. I could go after Greenspark, after the thrilling encounters I have had with him. I could take out Joey the Bastard, and eventually win the United States title for a third time. No, that will not do either, as I have already defeated him twice. That would be much too simple, too predicatable, and thus my plan would become easily thwarted, as it would be expected.
I could sit there, and wait, until the end of the WWE championship match, and decimate the winner, but that would not get me what I want. I could destroy Austin Star and Kenneth Walker, but they are inconsequential to me, and would serve no purpose. I could come back and kick Triple H's teeth down his throat, and prove that I am the only King of Thy WWE. I could return as Shawn Michael's tag team partner and win the titles, but I do not need a partner. A partner would only hinder my progress, and hold me back. Or maybe I'll show up at the battle royal, and toss everyone over the top rope, and tell them they do not belong here.
You see fellas, there are many things I could come back and do, but none of the above listed will be worthy of my efforts. I know what I must do, what I will do, but telling you would defeat the purpose. All I can say, is that I will be coming by storm, that will take Thy WWE by surprise, and do all that you can to prepare...but alas it will not help you. I have dedicated hours, weeks, months of thought to perfecting this one, single moment. A moment that will define my career, that will be a stepping stone to cement me as legend. All who dare stand in my path, will quickly be cut down by the sword. Many have tried, and many have fallen to the same fate. In the end, the simple eventuality of everything...the Celtic Warrior shall be victorious. [/i]
Sheamus balls his hands into fists, and holds his arms out to either side of him, in his typical crucifix-like pose, as the screen slowly fades to black, and then green, and the last thing seen is his Celtic Cross/Sword logo. The scene switches to hyping the upcoming Oppression pay per view.
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Sunday, January 30th, 2011.
Cleveland Ohio
Quicken Loans Arena
The crowd is simply electric as the fans are seated and we get ready for Thy WWE Oppression. It looks to be a great evening, with many highly anticipated matches taking place. An unfamiliar theme song hits the titantron, and the video to go along with it soon reveals who it belongs to. At first the crowd is silent, stunned, shocked, and then the momentary quiet is broken by a long and loud chorus of boos, none are too happy to see this man return.
Sheamus walks out onto the stage with an arrogant smirk on his face, and it quickly turns to focused intensity, as he raises his arms in the air, and beats his chest with a fist. He walks down to the ring, with a hint of a strut. He quickly enters the ring, climbing a turnbuckle and doing his crucifix pose, and then taunting the crowd, drawing more boos, and a few cups are thrown into the ring. The reaction only seems to boost his confidence and make his smirk grow to larger proportions. He walks over to the opposite end of the ring, and is hastily handed a microphone.
He waits for about a full minute for the boo's to subside.
Sheamus
Now I'm sure you were all hoping it was Lebron James, but hes never coming back to this shite hole of a city!
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The crowd gets even worse, and a fan tries to jump the railing, but is quickly escorted out of the building.
Sheamus
Well, as I have said, I would return at Oppression, and here I am. However, I will be out here again, later. This is not my grand scheme, my cunning plan. No, you WILL see me again. I have a message for all you backstage in the locker room. Watch your backs tonight, because I could be gunning for any one of you. Keep an eye out, keep watching your backs, as it could be anyone here. Of course, there is a certain washed up individual who likes to wear white facepaint I wouldn't mind humiliating, but one can never know. Keep on your toes, let the fear and panic fill your very being, because I will be watching, waiting...for when the time is right...[/i]
Sheamus' music fills the arena once again, mixing in with the deafening roars of protest from the crowd, as he heads backstage to prepare for his moment, the moment he has been waiting for.
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