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Post by Triple H [T] -Mexi on Oct 4, 2011 0:55:55 GMT -5
[The Time Is Drawing Near]
Recently everything has been winding into one big circle, the wins and losses of one man has been leading him to a chance. A chance that would set his legacy history for a company and add another belt to his already prestigious title count. The name of this man is Triple H, he has spent most of his life wrestling and captured numerous amounts of titles. Back in WWE it was belt after belt after belt despite how fans felt about him and despite what others didn’t agree with he walked in and out every night taking care of business by putting his body on the line. Triple H is a man recognized in the business for his own tribute to what has been achieved and for the entertainment value he has brought to the fans. Now it has been over a decade since he began his run as a wrestler and the biggest challenge of his life stands before him. Triple H overcame twenty nine other men to get his chance for the World Championship in THY WWE. Since then he has won matches and lost matches but they have not phased him, mind set on one goal and that is to become the World Champion. The fans have watched for countless weeks the feud building between Triple H and Sheamus. Two men of great stature set to embark on probably one of THY’s biggest events. With that alone being a reason for people to watch they are interested to see if one man can finally topple the unstoppable force that has been Sheamus. The Irish Warrior has stood upon a hill like a God overseeing those he did smite and those waiting to be pressed back into nothing. Triple H dares to rise up against Sheamus cause Triple H seeks to sit upon the throne of success one more time, Triple H seeks to sit atop everyone with one final showing to prove why his moniker of being The King of Kings reigns true. Without doubt and without fear Triple H battled from one night months ago to now oppose the man himself Sheamus.
The scene shows Triple H working out in the gym, from lifting weights, to running on a treadmill, to even pushups off the floor, and sprints across a basketball court from one side to the other. A voice comes over as the workout of Triple H is being shown from scene to scene.
“They say that everyone has one big chance left in them, that a man has one final step to climb before immortalized forever. I’ve been proclaimed many things in my time, I’ve come back from injuries that have placed me on the shelf unable to compete which were injuries I never wanted. But both those times I came back, I came back stronger and more determined than I ever have been. Lately I’ve been wrestling, moving toward one goal and one goal only constantly mentioned in my roleplay. That is what I like to call my last stand, and some of you don’t realize what a last stand means.”
Triple H walks out from a dark alley way just to stand under a single street light shining over him. Dressed in black jeans, a white King of Kings T-shirt, black work boots, and a black leather jacket with a jean cut out over it that people haven’t seen since 2002.
“A last stand is a man’s final recognition toward his own career, his biggest battle to date and the match that will change things forever. Most men take their last stand giving notice to those they work for but me I do things my own way and I always have. This stand I take now is possibly the final one for Triple H, the final curtain before the King of Kings steps out of the light forever. But it is not a finality of leaving or a finality of a career ending. This finality is that big final shot at a World Championship. I’ve had many of them around my waist, thirteen titles carried and each time I was proud of the fact I did this. This stand is the greatest one yet cause to get what I wanted I had to battle a personal feeling. I had to overcome my own doubt that I was even still good enough to stand across the ring from guys younger than me and men I have never encountered. This stand I wanted to take against the best, I want to have no problem in taking on the biggest threat to see if he strength in this body is matched by the spirit I have for the business.”
Triple H paced for a second as his head went down as he seemed to be thinking.
“I’ve had this all on my mind since I’ve arrived, I’ve had this unyielding desire to step up to Sheamus and let him know that despite all the hatred that there is respect there for me. There is that because of how long he has ruled by fist alone in the company. But while I stand and while I walk this path to climb back up Sheamus is also the man in the way, the stand becomes a standoff between two men knowing that the other is their equal. It’s rare for two men to stand across from one another and look them dead in the eyes knowing that in a heartbeat they could have your number. Me and Sheamus both know what I am talking about and he very well knows the stand I am taking. He is the only one who has really seen it.”
Triple H turns around and his back faces against the light as he starts putting one foot in front of the other to leave the scene but for a brief moment he pauses.
“A man can walk so far before something stops him. A man can climb so high before someone pushes him off the edge. And most of all a man only stands strong after he has been knocked down. So yeah I take this stand to where everything comes together, I’ve been walking a path trying to get here for almost a year now and the culmination of either failure or success comes to Wrestlemania where Sheamus awaits me.”
Triple H quickly turns around balling his hand and shows it to the camera with a bandage wrapped around it still. His eyes don’t show pain in the soft bit of light shining on the outside edge of the darkness he stands in.
“He tried to take from me the use of a hand, tried to break a part of me off so his odds increased. But despite his efforts I can still use my hand for even if it was broken, even if it was unable to move I would still step into the ring. I spoke on injuries that I have overcome, I have said that when pain is inflicted upon me I come and claim a rightful vengeance. Even if this last stand ends with me taking the biggest fall in my career, even if it leaves me a broken unmovable mess Sheamus won’t be walking out either. I’ve earned where I am at and it will take me not moving anymore to stop what I do in return. Sheamus injured me and played on his own friend’s inspiration and I get viewed still as the bad guy? Sheamus corrupted the mind of Drew McIntyre, attacking Drew and blaming it on me. Just another rarity of Sheamus’s actions that I will rectify when I punch the living hell out of him with the same hand he tried to take away from me. Prone to violence and prone to be an animal I don’t care what he tries. The final stand of Triple H will be one that is to be remembered among the entire Thy locker room. But that’s another thing, I walk backstage among my peers and hear them all. Every single one of them mindless drones believing Sheamus to be the better and some of these men I can beat the hell out of without batting an eye. But they doubt me? They say Sheamus is going to win but I bet you if one of those men stepped into my shoes and had the opportunity I do at Wrestlemania then they too would be confident in beating Triple H. It’s always a difference when one thinks that they are the better and would vote for themselves to come out on top. But people are going to hate and disagree, people are going to be mindless drones that follow behind the rule of Sheamus, and everyone is going to always push themselves better in confidence than they would anyone else. In all honesty that doesn’t matter to me cause when I stand and look to what I have achieved and what I have been through I only need confidence from myself. The Game is something some men have never been able to play but I’ve been playing it since the Madison Square Garden Incident. Usually I am not one for past mediocrity but I want Sheamus to hear this when a man reflects on his life and his past it means he really is honed into the events to come.”
Triple H stepped away from the light and headed back into the shadows as his boots were heard clicking against the cement of the sidewalk.
[Memory Lane]
Triple H is inside his house standing before cases where all his titles are kept. Triple H stands off to the side where his thirteen World Championships are shown.
“The achievements of the past reflect the possibility of the future. This is what wrestling has been all about since a title belt was crafted. Prestige to be called a champion, to wear gold to know that your work has been accepted and your dues paid. I do like to reflect about the past and look at the belts but it is not the number of belts that makes me proud to have worn it. It’s the fact that I was considered the best at the time and so I fought my way to become Champion. In THY coming o close to gold again has put fuel back into the fire. It is a representation of achievement whether it be like the ever legendary Holy Grail and this time it really rings true. The belt Sheamus has holds as much prestige as these titles do but to me the belt around Sheamus’s waist holds more prestige for a number of reasons that I want more than anything. First since this is the last and only chance that I want at the belt that gives me reason to put everything I am into the match. To press on with every bit of heart and passion for the business than I have ever done before, to be ruthless and unforgiving to an opponent to ensure that I grasp upon such a prize. Another reason is because it is around the waist of a man who has been unstoppable, it is around the waist of someone who like me in the past needs to be humbled about their ways of thinking they are the greatest. I’ve seen in the eyes of Sheamus, the doubt that is always there so he goes back to Ireland every time to get his head rested before battle. His big moment as if some climatic war was going on. But this time he is right, he can rest his head, he can dream about our match for all I care. The vision this time of how much is on the line is evident now more than ever. Sheamus is an animal in the ring an unforgiving vicious man who is tactical with his brute strength and power. This is another reason why the belt means so much more, the opportunity presents itself where people have been viewing me as the underdog, where people don’t see me as a threat and that is perfect. Also I am as vicious and as tactical as Sheamus but I’ve been doing it for a number of years. I’ve mastered myself around getting what I want an doing things my own way but when it comes to having to be in the ring with someone I will bring down the whole arena if it means they stop moving. It’s like a drug to want the gold so badly but the addiction is the competition you go through to earn it. I’ve held a lot of belts and been in a lot of battles but the culmination to the war, the final battle happens for me at Wrestlemania where Sheamus is as unbridled about his rage as I am and just as passionate about the belt. But I stated before that no one would stand in my way, no entity or words because I keep saying the King of Kings will go back on his throne and Wrestlemania I get to prove it.”
Triple H reached a hand out and opened the trophy case and pulled out a WWE Championship he looked at it and pressed his hand over the name plate. It was the last title he wore recently. After he moved his fingers off it that is when he placed it back into the case.
“I’ve never given up on something once my mind is set. All distractions and problems are out of the way as this match will set apart from the rest of Wrestlemania. I want to tell everyone a story, it is something that means a lot to me.”
Triple H would move away from the trophy case and sat down within a black leather chair in the room. He moved a hand up to rub his chin for a moment before he set straight up. He folded his hands together within his lap.
“Back in times that have since passed in a kingdom known as Erhi there was two warriors favored by the King. Two Barbarian men one was Merclo and the other Vernix. Merclo was the next to be in line to be king and wielded a battle hammer when he fought while Vermix the younger of the two warriors had trust in his sword. Once the king had passed Merclo was placed upon the throne and became king in which he tried governing over it in different ways. He was loved and hated by the people but he was just in trying to handle things. For thirteen long years Merclo ruled over as King until one day Vermix would seize the throne and have Merlco locked within the highest tower of the castle. For the next few years Vermix took the crown as King and turned his will more into tyranny. Everyone feared Vermix and dared not question him or his ways. Well in those years Merclo sat in the tower training his body and keeping in shape the best with what he had. Age was befalling him more but still his heart and drive still pressed onward. One day while being served a meal Merclo freed himself from captivity. Move by move like on a chess board in a few months time Merclo worked the guards and former allies against the Vermix. One day Vermix was waiting in the throne room with his sword drawn and that day Merclo stepped through the door with his hammer drawn. While there was minor battles going on Merclo and Vermix slowly walked to the center staring one another down. Their eyes locked and they stared to the throne knowing it was the key to the kingdom and all below them. Merclo raised his hammer and Vermix his sword, both struck and both fell leaving the throne unclaimed, leaving the strongest to truly be determined only by stories and throughout the years the legend continued. No one knows if Merclo was really the superior or if Vermix could have had his number all along. All that is known is that both men struck once, just one blow and everything was lost.”
Triple H leaned forward a little in the chair his hands still together.
“The way I see it legends can be reality and can be set to different endings as well. This story holds similarity to me and Sheamus. To look upon myself as Merclo the king who ruled for so long but then another took my place and with time I was able to come back to try again. But while Sheamus is Vermix knowing who the strongest is reallt still to be found out. Now the throne we battle for is Champion above all others in THY. With this story the ending is to be changed for it will not come down to a draw, it will come down to one side winning and one side losing. The plan is set into motion to find out when the bell rings. Even though Merclo and Vermix never resolved a situation now it is time for Triple H and Sheamus to take the legacy and do it their own way. It’s a fitting story and does align well with this battle that is to happen. Even the weapons themselves, but legends are nothing but that when in fact reality is where Sheamus needs to put his own head. Not back to his roots every week I prefer it if me and him were face to face right now to hash this out but this is the way things are. I know what I want and he knows what he wants to keep.”
Triple H would stand up from the chair and walked into another room leaving the image of his trophy case in the background.
[Becoming Immortalized]
Triple H stood in his locker room wearing his ring attire it was pure black with green lettering saying The Game on the back. With his hand still wrapped up he stretched his hand. Triple H would look to his locker room as Stephanie McMahon his wife came through the door. She walked over to him and kissed him upon the lips.
“Steph what are you doing here? I mean I didn’t expect you here tonight. I am facing off against Sheamus and who has the kids?”
“Don’t worry my mother and father have the kids, I am not going to miss you winning the belt and defeating Sheamus. This is something that we have both waited on, you are going to do this Hunter. I believe in you and I know you got what it takes to win. Sheamus is a big joke, just a man wielding a title that he doesn’t know how to lose. I mean back when I managed Morrison here I thought that…”
Triple H moved forward and kissed Stephanie on the head and put one finger over her lips to make her become silent. Triple H would smile softly as he lifted her head by the chin.
“Steph go find your seat with your father, I am going do this the right way and I appreciate you coming down here I will handle this my way. I only have a few more things that I need to say on the matter so go now and you will find out everything.”
Triple H watched as Stephanie walked out of the door and he smiled as she did. As she left he looked back in the mirror and he cracked his neck to the side, Triple H would look into his own reflection and into his own eyes. The path to which he had traveled was winding to its end soon.
“So this is how it comes closer, I know what I want, I am Triple H a wrestler, a man looking for one more big move. I don’t have any doubt, I have no fear. These people need to see the Triple H that they have known over the years. I need to step out before the crowd one last time before my match.”
Triple H walked out of his locker room and down the hallway, on the way he stretched his arms out. Walking past a table he would grab a bottled water opening it he dumped it over his head. Shaking his head afterward his hair was now matted down. He threw the bottle aside and continued moving toward the backstage curtain Triple H would wait until “Warrior” by Disturbed played over the P.A. System
And he would walk grab a microphone he was handed by an official. Walking out onto the stage he went to one side of the ring as he received a mix reaction from the crowd at Wrestlemania, then he walked over to the other side as the fans were still going with the reaction. Triple H stood on the right side of the stage as the crowd would then die down.
“Looking back I cannot count the many times that I have walked out here before a crowd at an event known as Wrestlemania. A place that only the best get to wrestle at and continue to prove themselves. I find that each time I walk out here I know that my last match at a Wrestlemania is always close at hand. Tonight this time I face Sheamus, the unstoppable Celtic Warrior who has been terminating opponent after opponent as if they were mere jokes. But defeat does come for every man, defeat comes to those who think they are unstoppable. Sheamus has walked down this ramp, and down to the ring week in and week out to destroy anyone that even remotely comes in contact with him. But you know what has been happening even though Sheamus will never admit it? For the first time in his life Sheamus has fear, he has a fear of losing and as sense of doubt that will note tire and go away. Using his own friend as a way to try and take me down. Trying to totally break my hand and even going as far as to make a video of my past about my wife. Sheamus has tried to pull stunts just to leave himself an advantage cause for the first time real doubt exists. You can take the will of a man and try to crumble it, try to take a man’s resolve away. That’s exactly what Sheamus has been trying to do to me, he has tried to practically break me mentally and physically thinking the effect would take me to a point to where I would collapse in some way. Deteriorating under the weight of all inflicted upon me but my body wears scars that are far worse.”
Triple H would walk back to the center of the stage and actually motioned to a guy at ringside to run up a steel chair. The official jogged around the ring and grabbed one. The official began a slow jog up the ramp holding the chair and then stopped once he got to Triple H and handed it to him. Triple H grabbed the chair and slammed it over the head of the official without hesitation dropping him to the stage. Triple H would then set up the chair in front of the official’s body. Triple H would sit down and kick his feet up onto the fallen body as it if the official was just a stand for him to use.
“I don’t hesitate and I have no fear left in me. The way I am is the way I am whether people want to cheer or boo this sort of act. What does matter is that in the ring I become what all of you expect. The relentless Cerebral Assassin, the man who picks his opponent apart in the ring. Years ago I was like Sheamus, I would take the attack to the person and try to gain myself the advantage and I won’t lie I’ve done it against certain people. But tonight this night I wanted to be the cold and calculating man that I have been in the past and dominate in the ring. Nowhere else will I attack Sheamus, nowhere else will I defeat him but here. I could have months ago taken it upon myself to give him a challenge even before the Royal Rumble but I wanted to let everyone know that I am here to not back down. I’ve given every man that has come across me their challenge, even if that had me wind up losing. I’m setting my own record straight and I’m giving everyone what they deserve. The biggest Wrestlemania happens tonight, the biggest match in Thy wrestling that will outdo even Undertaker verses Sheamus. This year me and Sheamus have shown the two strongest men are us. I won out of twenty nine men, I was the victor of a match that would be one of my best performances in years. Sheamus took down the Undertaker whom I found and brought back for one night, that in itself showed the level that Sheamus had reached. What do two men that have shown their greatness do? They are destined to fight at the grandest stage ever set in wrestling and that is right here tonight live on Pay per View.”
Triple H stood up slowly as people started to chant the names of both men, he would pace the stage for a moment walking away from the chair and the downed official. He stopped looking down for a moment to the stage as his voice became clear and slow.
“Now back to this last stand, this night is that night. I’ve decided that this match is all or nothing for me cause I am not getting any younger. I’m not going to get any better than I am now. The fight I’ve put up over the years to make sure people paid attention to who I was has been successful. I come in and everyone knows what to expect. I got people who think I screwed my way to the top, I got fans who think I earned it, and I got fans who think it has been a little of both. I’m going to stand here and say that I earned it because I’ve come out every time over the years night in and night out. I put blood, body, and health on the line each time I even enter the ring. The years have took their toll on me and my prime is either now or past me. But rising and ascending to a greater height than I have ever known is what I am talking about. When a man attempts the last part of his career that is where it all culminates. I’ve been an athlete, an actor, and a precision performer before the eyes of millions for years now. I’ve lived the dream that I have always wanted to live. The admiration I’ve gained from fans and my peers is something that I will never forget. But when it comes down to this night is more than most realize. I have a lot more on the line than just the belt but anyone who has paid attention to every single word knows what that is. I guess as much as I have spoken words only do so much. And I for sure know I covered everything while re iterating quite a few others. Bound and determined by who I am and what I represent I will give you wall what you want. One great final big match if that is to be my destiny, one more time to rise above and be immortalize. For everyone and for my career this night is going to show you the reality of the King of Kings.”
Triple raised his head up and looked to the crowd his eyes showing a gaze of determination, a fired lying within them of passion and his voice comes out sounding strong with a spirit behind it.
“So what I plan on doing tonight is dethroning the current Sheamus, all the talk of going back on top is finally at hand. The drive and fueled fire that burns in my soul for this business and for this match is there. Brutality and un relenting desire to be the best in the business today just one more time. One more time, and one more title. Dusting off the throne cause the King is coming home. All spectators take your pictures and film your secret little videos, buy the merchandise. To the roster stay out of my business, watch the match and look to something that only happens once in a lifetime. Watch with your entire beating as two men go blow for blow to outdo everyone else on the card. Warriors in battle, soldiers in combat, and wrestlers clashing. No holding back, no forgiveness, only respect and hatred ignited by a Championship that represents this business and the rise of one’s career. Sheamus your reign cannot last forever. But tonight the curtain draws on either me ending your reign, or it culminates in my defeat. But I promise you the outcome of either side won’t be easy to get to and backing down is something I was never good at. Brogue Kick or Pedigree, whatever comes about the stage is here and the time is now. The final curtain draws to the end of my time or the end of your reign. Let the curtain drop, let the night be remembered as we will never be forgotten. My battles have led to the end of a war and as I have said on many occasions before. As it still reigns as a big catchphrase for me. Sheamus I only have two words for ya… Game On!”
Triple H dropped the microphone as he left the crowd cheering as he headed backstage until the hour would finally be struck for the match everyone has waited for. Wrestlemania is the place people watch their favorite stars put on the best matches of their lives and that’s what Triple H and Sheamus were going to do. |
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Post by Sheamus on Oct 4, 2011 0:56:13 GMT -5
The clear skies and the shining sun betrayed the promise of a beautiful day. Vultures flew overhead, lured in by the screams of the wounded and dying men. Horses reared and steel clashed, and many a man met their doom at the point of a sword after slipping on the slick, crimson grass. A thick smoke began to fill the air from a multitude of fires, and the coughs of the men choking on the fumes were as if they were breathing in death itself. Communication had completely broke down, as the lines were thrust into chaos and confusion. Unable to distinguish between the war cries, and the shouts of his Captains, the general began to panic and freeze up, mentally broken down. He managed to swallow the lump in his throat, and shout out orders to his men, but they went unheeded, whether this was due to an inability to hear or a loss of all sense, he could not tell. There was only one thing he was sure of.
He was losing control.
His opponent had outflanked and outmaneuvered him at every point, and had a counter for everything he had attempted. Here he stood, the unconquerable general, the supreme tactician, the master of war, unparalleled on the battlefield. He had no concept of what it was to suffer defeat, and he was experiencing it firsthand by a more seasoned commander. The young general was foolish to believe the words of everyone around him...for he was not unbeatable.
His first instinct was to turn tail and run, never looking back, and never raising the sword again. His lines were being torn asunder, their flesh easily giving way to sharpened steel blades, peppered with arrows, and bones broken by war hammers. The only option to survive the day was a full out retreat, though he knew more than half of his remaining men would die in the escape. Despite his grim situation and wavering courage of himself and the morale of the men, he gritted his teeth and stubbornly refused to sound the call. Hopping down off his horse, he stepped down from the position of commander, and placed himself amongst his men. Unsheathing his sword, and strapping on his shield, he let out a war cry so mighty, that the battle stopped completely for a split moment, and all eyes were drawn to him. Following through, he lowered his shoulder and charged straight into the throng of enemies.
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Sheamus?
Sheamus: I'm sorry, what was the question?
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As he sat in the chair with the backdrop of his Celtic Cross logo, Sheamus shakes his head, bringing himself back to reality, lost in his own thoughts. The other man simply grins, and takes a sip from a bottle of water, before proceeding to repeat his question.
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Burris Troy: What are your thoughts on the King of Kings, Triple H?
Sheamus: Triple H...in this business, that name holds much weight and value. Lets be honest here Burris, what hasn't this man accomplished in his illustrious career? He has done it all, from high profile main events, to championship reigns, and pure domination. He is arguably the best man to ever step foot inside that squared circle. He is a very cunning and devious opponent, hence the name "Cerebral Assassin". Even at his current age, he is still one of the very best, and alot of that I believe comes from his ring awareness. He is what they call a ring general, and I can't think of anyone who knows their way around that ring better than him. But let me ask you a question fella...what has he done -here- in Thy WWE?
Burris Troy: Well, he is a former Intercontinental Champion, and won this year's Royal Rumble, as you are well aware.
Sheamus: Indeed he has accomplished those things, which is more than many others have done here. But what kind of man, rests on his own laurels?
Burris Troy: I don't follow...
Sheamus: Well, to me it just seems like he is living off his reputation and past deeds. For a man of such seemingly high status, a man that is so respected...he doesn't really seem to live up to his name. He is supposed to be this legendary, iconic figure in the wrestling business, and to me Burris he simply hasn't fulfilled the hype. Perhaps he is past his prime, and maybe he just needs to call it a career and hang up the old boots.
Burris Troy: It doesn't seem like you consider him much of a challenge.
Sheamus: Whether he will put up a good fight...is yet to be determined. I've been watching him, week after week, and before every match I wonder which Triple H will show up that evening. Is it the deadly, brutal, vicious Triple H we all know, or is it the lazy, half assed, lackluster Triple H we keep seeing? Or maybe its the same guy I faced back on Raw 23. You remember that one, Burris?
Burris Troy: Refresh my memory...
Sheamus: Fair enough then. Now I'm not resting on my own laurels here, but I am simply pointing out a fact, the most recent reference point I can think of regarding the two of us. This was back when I had unified the Intercontinental and United States championships, and had created the Celtic title. Lets take a stroll down memory lane, to August 8th, 2010. It was in New York City, a rather hot crowd that evening, anticipating my title defense against Triple H, who was seeking to reclaim a title lost to Dan Hellman, a man I defeated a few months earlier. Everyone expected the match to be a hard fought, competitive match. I came in and I completely obliterated him, with little to no resistance. As I recall, the crowd went completely silent at my utter domination of this so called "legend". I pinned him in the middle of the ring, with my arm raised high in victory, after a successful retention of my championship, while Triple H on the other hand...was carried out on a stretcher. Let that sink in for a moment.
Throughout parts of my day I feel a sense of dejavu, when I think about this upcoming match with Triple H, but I am sincerely hoping -that- Triple H doesn't show up at Wrestlemania. Regardless of that, I will still prepare as I do for any opponent, not including the week I spent in Scotland...
Burris Troy: You spent a week in Scotland? Doing what?
Sheamus: Lets not get into that.
Burris Troy: Alright then. Lets go back to the last month or so, to all of these videos you have sent out, mocking Triple H, taunting him...what was the point to all of that?
Sheamus: Taking a page out of the book of the Cerebral Assassin...mind games. Yet this brings me back to the question, what kind of man is Triple H? I call him out, I challenge him, I question his very manhood, and insult his wife, and yet he did absolutely nothing about it. What kind of man does not defend the honor of his wife? I'll tell you what kind Burris...a coward. What once was a proud warrior, a true force in professional wrestling, has turned into nothing more than a wishy washy, shriveled up vagina.
Burris Troy: Again, I feel like you are underestimating him-
Sheamus: No, I am simply calling it how I see it. There is no mistaking what he has done in the past, but in THY Dolbya Dolbya Eee he hasn't done a damn thing in my eyes. He hasn't made his legacy, and hasn't left his mark, which sounds to me like a lack of heart and lack of motivation. I am hoping he watches this, and hears these words, and that it lights a fire under his arse. I don't want to face the Triple H I have seen here, I want to face The Game, The Cerebral Assassin, the King of Kings...the Triple H that used to be feared and respected. It is on his shoulders to step up his game to MY level, and prove that he belongs in this main event.
Burris Troy: Well, it was a rather smart move for him to bring the Undertaker out of retirement to face you before Wrestlemania.
Sheamus: It was? Not the way I see it. If he were smart, if he were still as cunning as he once was, he would have arranged that match RIGHT BEFORE Wrestlemania. Even then, it would have done him no avail. In a match that everyone thought I would lose, I came out battered, broken, but victorious. If anything he boosted my confidence, and proved to the world that I am the best that Thy has ever seen, and he is nothing more than a coward who has other, superior men to himself, fight his battles for him. I suppose "Jean Paul Levesque" really lives up to his heritage...a Frenchman with a mile long yellow streak. As far as I am concerned, this match is over before it has even begun.
Burris Troy: You know, I have to ask...on the previous Raw, what happened, after the stream went off the air? You and Triple H were fighting...
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Sheamus' thoughts drift back to Monday Night Raw 61. Sheamus had been tossed over the barricade, the fans strangely seeming to urge him onwards to fight. Triple H charged him as he got up, and the two resumed their brawl. Luckily for the champion, the end of the stream saved him an embarrassing moment. Triple H beat the hell out of Sheamus, all throughout the crowd and backstage area, leaving him beaten, battered, bloody, and unconscious. Would the same thing happen to him at Wrestlemania? Maybe he was delusional himself, to think that he could beat Triple H at Wrestlemania, where The Game was indeed a King. If he were to win, he knew he would have to earn every inch of ground he got. In all honesty, his confidence was shaken after Triple H getting the best of him in a brawl, but he knew as a tactician, that not every battle could be won...
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Burris Troy: Sheamus?
Sheamus: Ah, right, we beat the hell out of each other, and that is all you need to know.
Burris Troy: Alright then...one last question, if you have the time.
Sheamus: Of course fella
Burris Troy: Throughout your career here in Thy WWE, you have been one of the most hated, despised men to ever lace up his boots. Now, it seems that the fans have really embraced you, and your winning ways. It seems as if you could be considered a fan favorite, how do you feel about this?
Sheamus: A good question fella, and at first I was a bit puzzled at the situation myself. But lets get one thing straight, whether I am cheered, or whether I am booed, I will -never- kiss the asses of any man, or any fan. It is simply not within me to do that. If they want to cheer me, that is their right, they paid for their tickets...the same goes if they want to show their displeasure as well. Nothing about me will change, I will continue to come out here week after week, and show the world why I am called the Celtic Warrior, and why I am the champion of the world. Perhaps the audience has finally recognized that what I've been saying all along is right. Maybe I've finally, in their eyes, proven myself to them. Either way...to me, it doesn't really matter. Love me or hate me, Wrestlemania will end with the Celtic Warrior victorious once more.
Burris Troy: Thank you for your time Sheamus, and good luck at Wrestlemania.
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Charging into a wave of enemy combatants, the general threw himself into a full on battle rage. Not contemplating tactics, not forming any strategies in his mind, he went off of pure rage and adrenaline and heart. He brought out his shield to the left, crashing into a couple soldiers, knocking them aside to the bloody floor of the valley. He swung his sword with reckless abandon, and the enemy was overwhelmed by the pure ferocity of the attack, unable to get up their defenses in time. The proud warrior cut his way through the ranks, and before the opposing forces could begin to overwhelm him, it gave his men heart. Seeing their leader there, fighting with them, giving them hope and courage as he took down man after man. Courage was a force that could not be calculated, the will and heart of a man could turn even the most devastating of odds. In a seemingly hopeless situation, the tide of battle began to turn. Spurred on by their leader, they slowly began to take back control of the battle.
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Sheamus had returned to Ireland after spending a week in Scotland, a bit unsure of what exactly happened during that week, be he was sure it was good. He had spent some time training with his father and visiting with the family and his kin as usual. Today, however...days like these, were the ones Sheamus truly enjoyed. The overcast sky finally had all it could bear, and released the rain it was holding down to the Irish soil, and the Celtic Warrior found it rather soothing.
Sitting atop the battlements of a medium sized castle, his legs danging off the edge, he closed his eyes, relaxing in the freezing cold rain. His mind had been going over strategy after countless strategy in regards to his Wrestlemania opponent, Triple H. Sheamus felt he was the very best in the business, and there was no man who could match his heart, his tactical mind, or his physical prowess. Though somehow, despite all of that, he had a gut feeling that Triple H would control the match and its pace. If it were a war, Sheamus would prove the better field commander, yet inside of the ring...Triple H had much more experience. Whether Triple H had been lackluster as of late or not, had no bearing on his current situation.
This was Wrestlemania, the showcase of the immortals. Triple H always came with his best, and he believed this Sunday would prove no different. The Celtic Warrior soon came to the realization, that no matter how many times he studied Triple H, no matter how much he could guess his plan of attack, the Game would surprise him with something, throw an unexpected wrench in his plans. Sheamus let out a long sigh, and began to talk, perhaps to himself, perhaps to his long dead ancestors who fought and died in the very courtyard below him, perhaps to nobody, and perhaps to all of the above.[/b]
Sheamus: It is times like these, that I found solace in my home, the lands of beautiful Ireland. Here two thousand defenders protected their home, defending against seven thousand fierce raiders to their last breath. They fought, and they died as warriors, that they might give heart to their kinsman to reclaim their land, their home. Even to this day, those such as myself feel their bosoms swell in pride of what was accomplished here on that day so many years ago. They stood against a King, in direct defiance of his unrightful rule. The counterattack was fierce, and they broke the King's crown, ripping him from the throne that should never have been his. And so it is, this many years later...their descendant faces the same scenario.
Before me stands a man who claims to be King, yet has done nothing to deserve that moniker these past few years. A time must come when a King realizes that his time is over, that he is too old, and unfit to rule. The King at times, holds on bitterly, in absolute denial of the facts that are as plain as day before his very eyes. Deep down inside of his soul, he knows it to be true, but still he does not relinquish the crown, as he is too prideful and stubborn to give up his spot of glory. Triple H is akin to such a king. Triple H needs to step down, and bow out gracefully, and become Paul Levesque again.
Part of me wants to humiliate and embarrass him, through whatever means it takes to win, even if I must attack him as a precursor to the match. But no, a man who was earned much glory and respect, even if he is long past due to pass the torch, deserves a fair shot. I fight honorably, and that will never change. I will give Triple H the fight of his life, and give him that shot to prove that he is still the King, that is why we wrestle, why we fight...to prove who is the best. Despite what I have done in this company, my accomplishments surpassed by none...I must constantly face challenges to MY throne, to MY kingdom, to my championship. And I face them gladly, and if I am to be replaced as the King, then the person has earned it.
However, until such a time comes, one cannot claim themselves to be the King of Kings. He has no right to the throne until he takes it from me. King of Kings? What does he rule over? For the time being, I call him the King of Nothing. What does he rule over? He is a man who has no legitimate claim to the throne, only the right of challenge which is eagerly granted. I have awaited this day for a long time, since growing up as a lad in Ireland. Men like The Undertaker, and Triple H were heroes whom I looked up to, and now I look down on them from my perch. It is strange, very surreal, how the times have changed....
This is a moment to add another stone block to my legacy, as the foundation has already been completed with the victory over the Undertaker. Now, on the grandest stage of them all, I must prove once again why Sheamus O'Shaunessy is the best the business has to offer. There is not a man walking this earth, who can put himself up to the level of the Celtic Warrior, and this I swear I shall prove at Wrestlemania...
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Sheamus trailed off, letting out yet again another long sigh. He stood up from his seated position, and made his way through the castle and into the courtyard. Sheamus then laid down on the sopping wet grass, as the rain poured down on him, but he did not care. He closed his eyes and simply listened, as he become one with the land, and became in tune with the spirits of long dead warriors, whispering to him the words he needed to give him the strength to overcome his adversary.
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They fought like demons.
As the men were spurred on by the actions of their leader, so was their leader encouraged by the response of his brave men. Any spectator who were to be watching the battle from afar, would have stared in awe and fear. The sudden surge of the young general's army was overwhelming, their war cries thunderous, the brutality of their attacks fearsome. The next hour of the battle was extremely bloody, with heavy losses on both sides. Shields splintered, skulls cracked, and flesh was hacked into gory ribbons. The battle had begun to even out, and the two clashing armies entered a standstill, and the hostilities began to cease, each side tactically retreating to rest.
As combat was about to resume, the opposing forces split their ranks, and the young general looked on as if it were a dream. It was as if time itself had slowed, as the enemy commander walked forth. It was as if a blackened fog surrounded and trailed the man, stepping forth. It was the most intimidating man the red haired warrior had ever seen...heavy plate mail armor with razor sharp, jagged edges. He held a large tower shield in one hand, a mighty war hammer in the other. Wearing a skull faced helmet covered in the blood of his enemies, the young man's own troops even backed away in awe of him. The Celtic Warrior even paused for a moment, before stepping forward to meet him face to face.
It was commonplace in a battle that had reached a pointless standstill, that the two leaders of their respective armies faced off in single combat, to determine the winner. Even if the battle raged on after, the men would be without a leader, and would be shaken so that they would be unable to mount a chance at claiming the victory.
The young, red haired warrior stepped forward to come face to face with the enemy king, easily ten years his elder, and far superior in every aspect of combat. His heart raced, and felt fear itself run through his veins, yet he accepted his fate, and knew he had to win to preserve his home and the freedom of his kin. He gave the skull faced man a simple nod, before raising his sword in response to the challenge. The enemy king let out a roaring laughter that seemed to shake the earth itself. After a brief moment of silence, sword and hammer were swung forth violently.
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Hours before Wrestlemania, Sheamus was again lost, but not just in his own mind. Seated in a chair, with his eyes closed as he always did when thinking deeply, he held the mighty Cruaidin Catutchenn, the sword of Cúchulainn, in his hands. He runs his index finger along its length, and along its edge and tip. Running through his mind were the lives of a hundred souls...their sadness, their pain, their anguish and loss, but also their joys and triumphs. For hours he did this, Jim Cornette leaving the room in the first thirty minutes, shaking his head.
For the next few hours, he was in a seemingly trance like state, as he shared the emotions and experiences of ancestors. He smiled, he laughed, he cried, screamed in anger....every possible emotion going through him. At one point, with Sheamus screaming in absolute rage, Jim Cornette bursts into the room with a baffled look on his face.
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Jim Cornette: What the hell is your problem? Listen Sheamus, you are really starting to creep me out, will you put that damn thing down?
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Cornette approaches Sheamus, grumbling in frustration, but is stopped dead in his tracks as Sheamus' eyes pop wide open, and in one fluid, lightning fast movement, brings the point of the sword up to Jim Cornette's throat. Sheamus glowers at him, with an unspoken promise of pain in his eyes.
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Jim Cornette: Erm...I'll be outside...if you need me..
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Cornette hastily leaves the room, slamming the door behind him, but Sheamus pays it no heed, as he goes back to their thoughts.
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A backhand from a powerful hammer strike sent the young general flying backwards through the air. He used his momentum, going with it and coming to his feet in a roll. Back on his feet, he takes a more conservative, defensive stance, hoping to get his hits on counter attacks. He soon found out that despite the clumsy weapon build more for power and blasting through defenses than precision, that his opponent was quite skilled with it. The warrior had to scramble to keep up with his fast attacks, and barely had time to focus on where to block. Considering a counter attack was completely out of the question, and it was only a matter of time before he was worn down and defeated by the King.
The general had never met a man who could defeat him tactically, let alone in a one on one duel. He had finally met his match, and he knew defeat was imminent. The King's men taunted him, mocked him, and cheered their own leader on, while his own remained silent, seeing the defeat as inevitable as well. Defiant to the end, he would make the King work to achieve his victory. He began to pick up the pace of his footwork, and began to offer a few counter strikes, but they proved feeble compared to the strong sweeps of the hammer, driving the sword harmlessly aside. Still he pressed on, not managing to draw a drop of blood on the King, yet taking many glancing blows to his body from the hammer, the pain catching up with him.
The Celt was clipped in the helmet by a hammer strike, not connecting fully, but enough to send him tumbling to the ground, his helmet knocked aside, his vision swimming as he faded in and out. He barely registered the King slowly approaching him, standing above him triumphantly. The deafening cheers of his men sounded faint, as if from miles away, and he saw the mighty war hammer descending to crush his skull. He accepted his fate, knowing he died an honorable death. It was in the moment of his death, that he heard a sound in the background. In all reality it did not match the volume of the opposing army, but to him it rang loudly in his mind, and struck a chord within his heart.
The sound of bagpipes reverberated within the very essence of his soul, one lone man of his either paying tribute to his life and giving him a proper farewell before death, or a last, desperate attempt to given him a surge of inspiration. The young general took it as the latter, his heart swelling with the pride of the Celts, shaking him from his state. Time resumed at a normal pace as the hammer descended, but found nothing but the soft ground beneath him. The general rolled to the side, and retrieved his sword he had lost a grip on. In one last, desperate attempt, he leaped into the air as the enemy king turned around, surprised, and unable to stop the blade plunging straight into his neck.
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Sheamus was brought back to reality by a thunderous knocking at his door, followed by Jim Cornette walking in once more, this time keep out of reach of that deadly sword.
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Jim Cornette: For Christ's sake Sheamus, would you put that thing down?
Sheamus: Cruaidin Catutchenn....
Jim Cornette: Right, whatever, but its ten minutes until showtime. I don't know what the hell is wrong with you, and I'm not so sure your head is in the right spot-
Sheamus: Relax, fella...just give me five more minutes, I need some time to myself
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Cornette sighs and once again exits the room, shutting the door behind him. Sheamus began to reflect on this recurring dream he was having, with each night it continued to unfold until reaching its conclusion. He had been piecing it together, and finally it all made sense to him. He began to warm up for his match with stretching and light exercise, such as push ups and sit ups as he continued to analyze the dream in his mind, and speaking aloud, not really caring if anyone was listening or not.
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Sheamus: Triple H...the enemy general...he is the King. The fearsome, intimidating King, who dares to try and take my lands from me, to steal what is rightfully mine. I hate to admit it, but perhaps I have found someone who has either a greater, or an equal mind to tactics and strategy. When it comes to physical prowess, I will not have an advantage. In these things he is at least my equal...and at Wrestlemania, he clearly surpasses me. His game plan at Wrestlemania is very clear, and it will go as he dictates it, at least for awhile. He will dominate the early going of the match, yet I will bring it to an impasse, both on equal footing. Near the end, I will want to quit, I will want to give in, and relinquish everything I have earned, wanting to throw it all away in the blink of an eye.
It would be a discredit, and an insult to the spirits of me kin who's eyes are all on me at this moment. Despite him being a step ahead of me the entire match, despite everything...in the end, it will come down to heart. It will come down to courage. This is the one thing he cannot match me on. The very thing that he cannot defeat, and the very thing that will be his downfall, is the Spirit of Ireland.
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Grabbing his sword he slowly ran it across the palm of his hand, cutting it open as Cornette entered the room. Sheamus gave Cornette the dirtiest of looks, silencing him before he could speak. Dipping two fingers into his bloody palm, he followed an ancient tradition of the O'Shaunessy warriors, donning crimson war paint on his face, tracing ancient runes known only to his lineage. He wrapped up his bloody hand, and let out a ferocious war cry, punching a big dent into the plaster wall. He stormed out of the room, flinging the door aside and brushing past Cornette, who did not follow him, instead staring at him incredulously.
Sheamus' vision entered into a dreamy, ghost-like state, with the colors distorted. The adrenaline ran through his veins, and his chest filled up with pride, and he felt a complete euphoria engulf and overwhelm him. So intense were the emotions, he wiped a single tear from the corner of his eyes. He walked down the halls, exuding a terrifying aura, that nobody could really explain, but everyone in his path simply kept clear of him. Entering the staging area, his fists clenched and unclenched in anticipation. He felt the pressure as always, which he thrived under, but these feelings that were filling his soul at this moment, was exactly what he lived for.
His music started to play, and he brushed aside the curtains, the intensity of the feelings growing with each step, until is was nearly unbearable. As brushed aside the curtains and entered onto the stage, the crowd roared in approval. In response, Sheamus bellowed out a thunderous war cry that could be heard over the boisterous crowd. As he walked down the ramp, and entered the ring, he knew in his heart, that victory was a certainty. The reign of the Celtic Warrior would live on, and woe to the phony King who would attempt to snatch it from him.
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