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Post by "The Prodigy" Kurt Orton (F) on May 24, 2013 20:17:57 GMT -5
Prologue
Change will not come if we wait for some other person or some other time. We are the ones we've been waiting for. We are the change that we seek. - Barack Obama
See that is where our story begins... I started change just to know that I had people behind me and it wasn't even about the constant week-to-week pipe bombs, friends to trust and men to respect in the locker room but then I realized that there is no one ultimately to trust but yourself and the people around you... that's the definite truth that helps you learn soon to change yourself.
I could trust a lot of people from Sam Barton all the way down to my good friend Bob Cena and then soon find out that certain people were not doing this for the same reason that I was, I am doing this for myself and the money that comes behind while all the others are doing it for the thrill of the people who sit around on their lazy asses to just drink and smoke with nothing left to live for anymore... but I stand here fully ready to take on the chase that lies in front of me.
The chase that stands in front of me is moving faster than the speed of light and it's coming... it's coming and I will not back down no matter what the obstacles are being thrown in front of me... I will survive! The survival is imminent for a person like me to handle!
Bret tonight you were the scapegoat, the stepping stone and the one legend I needed to surpass in order to get ready for this fight... Sheamus on Sunday your luck runs out! I guarantee that fella.
#RTG 2013 #Make An Impact! #LegendKiller!
End Of Prologue Scene 1: Hitman gets KO'd
Time: 11:00 PM
Date:5/15/13
Area:Kurt Orton's locker room
Characters: Kurt Orton, AJ Orton, Burris Troy
We can promote many different emotions such as happiness, sadness, anger, pain and heartbreak but tonight Kurt Orton felt all of those things rapped into a big ball as he tried to sit down while wondering what to think going into Oppression... what was the big problem?
Earlier in the night, he dropped a pipe bomb and felt satisfied with everything he said but then Sheamus accepted the challenge only to show disrespect by insulting his loved one... the constant cracks with the steel chair made him feel better but then it all got crazy when Sheamus came back out to help Orton in his battle against Bret Hart and that's when he felt all of these emotions bottle up inside of him. {"Prodigy's Princess"} AJ Orton
We had a weird Raw tonight babe... It feels awkward to know that we are all in a conundrum just six short days away from meeting the match, facing the music and realizing fate has brought us to this battle, this dance and this very moment where you stand across from a Hall of Famer and complete your next step into immortality. Orton stared directly at his wife and smirked wide with happiness because he felt that same emotion beat from inside his heart, he knew that beating Bret was his ticket into the big dance and come Sunday... he would feel all the different elements come into place like how the stars and the planets come into alignment... he liked every second, minute, and moment of it. {"The Prodigy"} Kurt Orton
Woody Allen once said that he doesn't want to achieve his immortality through his work, he'd rather achieve it through not dying and while he is right in that quote I feel more focused in what I do than ever in my whole life... it feels awesome to know that I have support and recognition behind me in you, POT & Crack but now after tonight's win over Bret this begins the new era of a whole new me and this is the exact step to immortality that I need to evolve back into championship status. AJ looks confused at what her husband is trying to say, Orton just brushes his hair back lightly before continuing on with his speech. I'm going to still be married to you, still be in Operation Fuck Up but as in terms to a mental aspect where my voices interact with my thoughts... I'm going to be in focus for Sunday and ready for battle with Sheamus no matter what anyone thinks but I am definitely sure of this baby he will be beaten for the sake of our relationship... I mean marriage. Orton let out a chuckle as AJ kissed him on the cheek, she thanked him for another triumphant victory while Burris Troy walked in.. he was wearing his pin striped suit with black loafers , he sat down on the bench and waited patiently before beginning to speak to The Prodigy. {Interviewer} Burris Troy
Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time is none other than "The Prodigy" Kurt Orton! Orton looks over at the camera with a smirk before silencing down and seeing that he was really not in the mood for anything, he was still able to listen to Burris Troy's voice blab on about tonight. Now Kurt, I know your gonna say you told me so... but was tonight your night to actually make a name for yourself? Orton looks at Burris with a smirk on his face because he couldn't believe that he was actually right for once in his life, I guess his journalism skills actually payed off when he asked that brilliant question... easy as it was I was able to soon straighten up my face and answer the question. {"The Prodigy"} Kurt Orton
First of all Burris... yes i told you so and no tonight was not a night to just make a name for myself because every night I have walked out on that ramp with AJ means something to me and it's the love for the damn business and not the people who pay to see their favorite stars get hurt! These people do not understand what Thy goes through and with greatness... I promise this company will get better under my guidance whether Vince McMahon's likes it or not! Orton smirks slyly and cockishly at the camera, knowing that under those cryptic blue eyes that there's a lie he is hiding, Burris stares at him before going on to his next question. Was defeating Bret tonight an opportunity to show Sheamus a little bit of your "Never Give Up" Attitude? I was able to have a second to breathe with his time-span of questions being so quick, it was like a flash of lighting hitting my face without a sign of notice just to warn me that it was coming, in the face of adversity I was able to look back at Burris with a confident anwser. It's a damn shame that you don't pay attention to anything that goes on Burris because tonight I accomplished that no one can do.... no offense to my tag partner Bob Cena but i was the first man to break out of the sharpshooter and actually win the match with fairness regardless of the aid from Sheamus.
See my never give up attitude isn't for just one night nor is it for one pay per view... it's all day, every day 24/7 365 days in the whole year... that's something neither of my opponents on a daily routine can only do within their lives of living! That's not false... but it damn sure is the most one hundred percent honest answer you'll hear come out of my mouth because I speak the god damn fucking truth like no other person can do on this roster... hell even you can't do what I do. I was sure of this next answer because Burris tested my intelligence and i simply hate when people do that.. it just grinds my nerves into the point where I just want to snap someone's neck into oblivion. I told Burris now that the interview was over, he had told the cameraman to cut the camera off after he said his promotional goodbyes to the crowd that was listening through a pod-cast or on the radio driving home, while packing my things I was now able to stare at my reflection in the mirror and as always I looked pretty dashing but my eyes were shining weirdly, dastardly, viciously and in came the voices creeping around my brain.
"Kurt.... Kurt!"
I dropped down to one knee and started screaming out to the heavens, AJ rushed over to me and seeing that I was already in a type of daze... I rised up like it was nothing wrong and continued packing my things with more force in my movement, more adaption to the change.
AJ looked on with the most worried face that I'd have ever seen but it felt like there was no emotion in her eyes as well... kind of like she felt the change too within her but she was still in that state of shock nonetheless and there was honestly no way to describe how either of us could react to what just happened.
I finished packing my things as the scene shortly ended with me and AJ walking out just showing nothing but a blank emotion of hatred and ultimate distress across our faces.
End Of Scene 1 Scene 2: Moments to remember.
Time: 8:00 PM
Date:5/18/13
Area: Tops Diner Newark, NJ
Characters: Kurt Orton and AJ Orton
We all have dreams. But in order to make dreams come into reality, it takes an awful lot of determination, dedication, self-discipline, and effort. - Jesse Owens
Dreams. They don't leave your side and wash away... they stay near you and are held close like a chain you wear on your neck for good luck but see without any of that ... where's the heart? where's the fighting spirit that a superstar would produce?
See this time would be a moment you can remember for the rest of your life because without that... your just a former shell of what you once were and no one will ever treat you the same way that you once felt... it's gone. All that treatment, the training, the hard work you lived for everyday is dead like weltering flower.
It was a time that AJ deserved her own treatment instead of just being my manager, we were at a fine restaurant downtown in Jersey and from the looks of things coming from the inside... she liked the view and how everything was well set up.
We walked inside the restaurant and was greeted by a rookie waiter who didn't know much about the place in it's full history, soon after he paused in shock at the site of us just standing in his presence and he froze before asking us a question. {Restaurant Receptionist}
Yes ... how may I help you this evening? I stared at him with a wide grin on my face, actually showing the nice side of me for once in my career outside of the profession and it felt good to know that you honestly didn't need a gimmick to just be who you are in life but you need to make those choices in life that can effect who you truly are. {"The Prodigy"} Kurt Orton
Yes you may... can we please have a table for two? I'm Kurt Orton and this is my wife April. The young man grinned lightly at us before grabbing two menu's and sitting the couple at their finest table in the place with the most elegant of scenery, we could even see our house from where we were sitting and it looked beautiful with the sun setting.
After some waiting, the waiter was able to grab us some glasses of water that i reserved for myself seeing that i was being a respectful gentlemen and showing honest signs of being the good husband that I am. {"Prodigy's Princess} AJ Orton
Babe, when you met me back in college ... was wrestling already on your mind? did you do like wrestle in the backyard and stuff? I never thought she'd ask that question and it was odd to me because she would never really dig that deep into my life like that so I took a few sips of my water before anwsering. {"The Prodigy"} Kurt Orton
Well it was already like something I wanted to compete and work on, I was trained by guys around town here both in Jersey and in St. Louis so when I met you it was me just staying focused and something I enjoyed doing.. backyard wrestling was just the start of me becoming exactly who I am without a gimmick... I don't need one to be good at what I do. As she listened to everything I had to say, the orders were being brought and put on the table as we shared a big bowl of spaghetti... we stared at it until she bit her lip so seductively that I wanted to go insane with passion... but trying to be civil she started to think. {"Prodigy's Princess"} AJ Orton
Doesn't this remind you of one of my favorite Disney movies? Now I started to think... how obvious could it be? One of her favorite movies.... Come on Kurt think man think! Is it Lady and The Tramp? She kicked my ankle area prior to grabbing her fork and we both began losing balance on the spaghetti until we kissed right in front of the other people... we were actually normal though with no wrestling involved and it just felt right.
After all of the romance and eating, I was able to thank the waiter for his excellent service and as I also paid the bill we soon took some time out on the town for a few hours until coming home... I walked inside my house now and sat on the couch just looking tired, ready to pass out from a fun night on the town until I took my jacket off and popped in the Thy WWE Oppression DVD from 2011... the matches on this disc really captured my eye and I'm definitely someone that you don't impress from first sight.
Watching most of the matches on the line-up, next was the match for the Thy WWE Heavyweight Title which I soon grabbed just a year later in time but as trainers use to tell me when I worked in the developmental companies, it's always good to study tapes on your opponent because you never know what new moves they could be sporting on a return.
Then the sleepiness kicked in while Sheamus was on the momentum, my eyes widened as the living room's light around me started to dwell out... I began to snore just a tiny bit before dreaming about the same match that was on the screen just in-visioned in my head the way I wanted it to be... it gave me nightmares in the form of me shaking, tossing and turning on the couch and most importantly fear ... which is my greatest enemy.
The scene would shortly end with me shaking in fear while AJ stood over me, shocked at the possibility of what I could become... surely something for her and me to remember.
End of Scene 2 Scene 3: Fear... my greatest enemy.
Time: 7:30 PM
Date:5/24/13
Area: Local tavern in New Orleans, Louisiana
Characters:Kurt Orton, Killa Outlaw, AJ Orton
The first duty of man is to conquer fear; he must get rid of it, he cannot act till then. - Thomas Canyle
Starting the evening off with fear still in my body, I walked into a local bar with AJ at my side holding my hand just not speaking at all.. she said nothing to me in days and at a point it started to worry me because I never honestly felt so scared to go into a battle that meant everything to me... with the scowl on her face showing pain,regret for who I really was and I just knew that whatever the case would be tonight would impact the fight on Sunday.
Sitting down at a near-by table was my step-brother Killa Outlaw drinking a bottle of Irish ale and within in-hailing each sip, he also showed a scowl of anger on his face and now I couldn't know why he had that sign.. I sat down on the other side of the table as he started speaking. [/center] {"DarkSoul"} Killa Outlaw
On Raw, you told me a story in your promo about how the people let you down, about how everyone had failed you in life and that you can't trust anyone but the people around you on a daily basis.. you my brother do talk a lot of fucking crap for someone who calls himself a "Legend killer".
I straightened myself into my venomous look, staring straight into my brother's eyes as he continued to speak.
Don't even think about switching over to the side that won't listen to me because the voices inside your head know that I'm right... You clearly stated to me on Monday that you were going to ride into Oppression as a fearless man, but all i see right now in this tavern is a defenseless, worthless little bitch![/i][/center] I couldn't be more wrong with what he had to say, he made me feel stronger with the words coming out of his mouth... I wanted to just snap but it was hard knowing that my battle was shortly around the corner, AJ stood by him with a scowl on her face just trying to snap some life into me. [/center] {"Prodigy's Princess} AJ Orton
I want to ask my own question to him if it's fine by you Killa? I want to know where my fearless husband is... I want to know how the hell your scared of a 6'6 272 pound man who has psychic powers? How in the hell are you afraid of him? [/center][/i] Refusing to answer this question given by my spouse, I looked around the room and saw everyone leave the perimeter, the scene got darker as my step-brother began to stand up. [/center] Tonight before your battle your going to learn my prince how not to be afraid of anyone because it's simple how you focus, simple on how you survive and we aren't going to hurt you and in no way that I'm going to take either side ... I just want to see no more fear! [/center][/i] Outlaw grabbed a steel chair from in the corner of the room and threw it directly at my head like an arrow in target practice, I fell out of the chair and crawled over to my wife in pain before she screamed out at me. [/center] NO MORE FEAR! NO MORE FEAR! This is a healing process! [/center] Dropping his boot to my chest.... I couldn't breathe and almost basically lost oxygen from the boot but then I mustered up that second wind from inside my head telling me not to give up, not to quit and those were the voices that made me what I am today, so I began to push up his boot from off of me and stand up with my eyes almost blood-shot red in anger, pain, disrespect and hatrid. [/center] I started to repeat what they were saying to me while blocking my step-brother's incoming jabs to my head, it was like a tidlewave washing up onto the shore and it made me feel a new side of me that is born, it made me feel new, refreshed and more venomous than ever ... I loved it! NO MORE FEAR! NO MORE FEAR! This is a healing process!
NO MORE FEAR! NO MORE FEAR! This is a healing process! [/center] NO MORE FEAR! NO MORE FEAR! This is a healing process! [/center] The quote kept going on and on until the last blow was thrown between us, AJ stopped us from continuing on with battling and she then was able to gave me a kiss on the lips.. the scene ended with the trio able to throw in a big group hug in the center of the bar.[/b][/center] End of Scene 3 Scene 4: The final Battle!
Time: 7:30 PM
Date:5/26/13
Area: Kurt Orton's Locker Room
Characters: Kurt Orton, AJ Orton and Burris Troy
To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.- E. E. Cummings
Heavenly father, I call upon you on this evening to bring me healing and to give me your guidance as I go into battle against this Irish beast from the fighting land, where the warriors come it is his calling to be the Celtic Warrior like his ancestors have progressed him to be.
While he is in the current state of retirement, A lot of people have said that I deserve this and that I need this because of my actions... but as I pray to you in this time of wisdom, this is another sign of me being absolutely disrespected by the kind that used to be in my corner, in my fight. These were the same exact people who were here when I won the Thy WWE Television and World Championships....but they all abandoned me father.
After months and months of trying to be their hero, of trying to be their so-called "Savior" they turned on the one person who felt that they saw in their eyes who just couldn't get the job done... well maybe they all just don't understand what a guy like me goes through when he's defeated in a Casket match in his hometown or knocked down on his ass by a group full of renegade Camelot wanna-bees!
That there for you heavenly father is my definition of the illustrious group that conquers Thy WWE with an iron fist and rules everything around the company with an iron fist... until tonight! Tonight it's Beno defending against Christian Knight for the Heavyweight Title, Joey The Bastard will take on Blade Lavigne for the Intercontinental Championship and my tag team partner Bob Cena wages war with Bret Hart in a Last Man Standing match and I also ask that you send out my prayers to him as well ... he definitely needs it!
My opponent tonight will understand that when you mess with an Orton, all that Greatness follows along behind me and kicks his ass to the ground! I thank you for this talk between human and superior father, AMEN!
The final scene began with "The Prodigy" Kurt Orton in meditation with his eyes closed, just looking around his room with no more fear planted into his brain... he heard his own voices creep into his head and as he quieted down, they started to speak. [/center] "You know tonight is your night to prove to the people that your not just some jobber who walks the halls thinking that he's the best... we both know that you are simply the best that has walked this concrete tiled floor since day one, look who you were trained by and remember the hardships you had to go through to be the best!" [/center] They were absolutely right... I am the best and I can prove that without doing the un-thinkable, All I need to do is just get the job done and walk out victoriously like the time when I beat Randy Orton at Justice For Some or when I won Money in the Bank at Wrestle-mania, All those times were me being the man that I am and being a man of greatness! [/center] After the voices in my head gave me a pep talk, I opened my eyes and walked over to my duffel bag to pull out an exact replica of Sheamus's chain that he wears to the ring..I put it around my neck and waited patiently for Burris Troy to walk into the room while I changed into my gear. [/center] About twenty minutes of waiting, Burris and the cameraman finally showed up in my locker room and sat down on the bench as I stretched in silence just ready and not caring about how the battle was going to go.. this was personal and I wasn't going to quit no matter the obstacle that was being put in front of me. [/center] {Interviewer} Burris Troy
Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time is the man who will compete in Thy WWE's first ever Street Fight and his opponent stands as a Hall Of Famer to this business... This is "The Prodigy" Kurt Orton! [/center][/i] Orton smiles to the camera while he sits on his bench he soon sees quarter of the crowd population in attendance from the titan-tron, beginning to scowl at them... Burris begins to ask his first question of the evening. [/center] Kurt, tonight is your night and we see that you have been prepared all week for this battle... anything you think around this room is appropriate for this violent occasion? Orton looks around the room and AJ pulls out a trash can full of weapons such as a kendo stick, steel chair, a baby ladder, a cookie sheet, a trash-can lid and a few electric cord wires... she smirks at me wildly before I was able to turn my head back to Burris. [/center] Okay, so since you have your various weapons of choice to go into war, how do you feel going up against Sheamus and what has made you grow into showing so much hatred for him? [/center][/i] I was now able to sit down on the bench behind me, just to think about everything that has happened since my arrival in 2010 and of course while it did take so much out of me to remember all of the turmoil, the drama that has happened in the past, there was always the good times plus the bad times that you have to remember. [/center] AJ pulled up a picture on the projector showing Sheamus in his reign as The Thy WWE World Champion, Orton laughs weirdly before calming down slowly and able to speak.  {"The Prodigy"} Kurt Orton
Three years is a long time for you to watch someone evolve and we aren't going to talk about hatred because it is such a strong word to use, let's use a different word like Abandonment because that's exactly what our so called "hero" our so-called "savior" did what he did when Alex Kendall was champion.. when Kendall was champion everyone felt that he was at the top of the world, no one could beat him whether it was Barton or Bob Cena walking around the place and believe me most of us in the locker room felt like the company had lost their flavor, like they lost their edge.
Then Sheamus came back and roared into the company like an angry lion, just waiting to eat his prey up for dinner but see as the weeks and weeks progressed everyone was able to grab their T-shirts, towels, signs and were just in anticipation for him to come back and save the company from Kendall's tyrant rage. [/color][/i] I held my head down just laughing at what I was going to say next, while I grabbed the microphone from Burris Troy.. he stood back as I continued to speak. [/center] I waited patiently for him to come back at Ascension as well but when the so called "Celtic Warrior" refused or failed on his behalf to show up, I was there to pick up the scraps and bring change to Thy WWE... I was there to drop Alex Kendall on his head face first and pin him in the center of the ring and not only that... I was able to pass the Acid Test that all other victims, that all other "patients" failed to do.
The Knights have taken over this place now with an iron fist since your departure fella and I can see now why you left guys like myself to take the torch of something you couldn't even put a burn on ... it's okay Sheamus... soon you'll understand just how I feel.
Orton smirks and winks at the camera, just enjoying his ego as AJ claps for him while smiling at how confident her husband feels about his match.
see Sheamus... it's like this. You were the star of each Monday Night Raw in your reign as champion and to no doubt you were at the top of your game where not even my own step-brother could defeat you... but you then dropped the ball when the new guys came in because you felt deep down inside your Irish-born bloody heart that you were not the Warrior you possess yourself to be and that's exactly why Jim Cornette couldn't trust you anymore, that's why Drew Mcintyre refused to tag with you anymore and the exact reason ultimately why you left was because it damn sure wasn't to just "go home" ... it was because you just didn't have the star power anymore! [/color][/i] Orton stands up from the bench and smiles venomously with rage as everyone around him besides AJ just scowled at how disrespectful he was being, he enjoyed the heat flowing from the room and soon he was able to continue and speak. [/center] Laoch in the English and Irish dictionary means that you are a man of great heroism, a man of great bravery and you show the true meaning of a warrior... but see your now at a stage in the professional wrestling world where you can't get into the ring and take physical pain anymore, where you can't understand how devastating the anguish inside of you truly is... but see I can take pain, I can survive the true power that you possess whether you show up or not because deep down in my heart and in AJ's... we know why tonight you have chosen not to go into this war, your scared of me. [/color][/i] AJ walked over to me and saw that I was back to my old self, there wasn't anymore fear inside of me and all that was left was just the voices inside my head just letting be one with the emotions that surround me day in and day out.. she kissed me on the cheek before standing beside me and letting me speak once more. [/center] Your scared that I might hit you with a kendo stick, crack your head wide open and leave you bloodied, broken, battered with a steel chair or better yet ... I could just truly and honestly just punt your skull straight off the face of this earth and make sure you never stand in the way again. Stand in the way of my destiny, my calling, my future. Your simply just standing in the path of Greatness! While you ask for a Street Fight... Thy WWE Oppression 2013 is the night where the number one Apex Predator in the Orton family truly strikes and measures his greatness not in just one word but in the three count just by the slapping of the referee's hand on the canvas. [/color][/i] I felt the blood rush through my brain, the voices calling my name and it just took all the relief, all the stress away from the past few days and sent me into my second wind, that other zone where I can just go all out without having any restrictions on what I say. [/center] Tonight Sheamus, we find out the difference from you once trying to save the company from anarchy and me already done with trying to save the company because you see I gave up on trying to be their hero, trying to pick up the scraps and be Thy's janitor and it's not about the gold or the respect I should get in the locker room... this is about revenge and the weapons inside of this trash can will help me do just what i say I'm going to do. I do not Quit! This is my fight! I do not fail and in just a few short moments you will soon understand where you are placed as we take the center stage in our war. [/color][/center] Orton smirks before taking a deep breath and finishing up his catchphrase with the trash-can in his other hand. [/center] And if you don't know... now you know!!
Because that's... How I Roll! [/color] Walking out with the trash-can full of weapons in my hand, I felt replenished, re-fueled and more eager to go into battle like I've never felt before... this was the proving ground, the big step up the ladder to become Immortalized into a Legend and if this is what i have to do for my wife, my family and my friends... then I'll do exactly what I need to do and win.
The scene ends with Kurt Orton cutting out the light from his locker room and now able to begin walking down the hallway, in silence and in focus of his objective at hand he begins now to understand that this battle will be his toughest yet regardless of the pain that he might endure. [/center] End of Scene 4
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Post by Sheamus on May 28, 2013 0:09:35 GMT -5
Everything Sheamus had done since Raw 100, and leading up to Oppression, was simply a chess match. Every action, every thought, was to further that match, that concept, hopefully to his ultimate victory. Every move, every action, was thought out. Thought out thoroughly, weighing the consequences of each action, to lead his opponent to a certain action, a certain thought, a certain mindset. In his opinion, it had gone swimmingly well, just as planned. It was almost too easy, manipulating Kurt Orton's actions, his thoughts, his desires. He had fallen right into the plan, right into Sheamus' devious plot, and he relished in the accomplishment of such an action. It may have been simple, but it was so pleasurable, watching him take the steps he wanted to, leading him along the chosen path. The delight in such things had brought Sheamus much entertainment, joy, and fulfillment. He had accomplished everything he had intended to, and his enemy had fallen right into his plot, and now....now it was time to execute the final maneuver, the checkmate. Kurt Orton unfortunately, to his chagrin, had no choice but to fall in line, right into the desired actions. He was a poor, unfortunate victim of the scheming mind of the Celtic Warrior.
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It had been a long time, a very long time since Sheamus had been in Thy World Wrestling Entertainment. The last time he was seen was in his last match, a defeat against Alex Kendall in a very close match, one that Sheamus thought could have gone either way. He believed he could beat him, and to this day he still did. A match up between Kendall and Sheamus, was the same as the Undertaker and Sheamus. The victor would be decided by fate flipping a coin, a fifty fifty chance. He had been the only man to defeat the Undertaker, a legend of Thy WWE. If he had faced Alex Kendall a second time, he would have defeated him. However, when the time came, Sheamus was nowhere to be seen. Kurt Orton had taken his place, and in an extremely surprise upset, captured Thy WWE World Championship, an occurrence that shocked the world. Every man, woman and child, the whole Thy WWE universe had wondered....where was the Celtic Warrior? Why had Sheamus not shown up? Sheamus could not, and would not explain, at least not at the moment. It was not the right time, and honestly, nobody was ready to hear the reasoning. Sheamus was not sure if they ever would, nobody would quite understand why. The locker room spread vicious rumors about him, said many nasty things that were not true. They were too blind, too ignorant to see and know the truth that they could not comprehend. Those judgmental bastards needed time before they could accept it. Sheamus did not care, if one did not want to see the truth, that was their decision. In the end, people will think and believe what they want, and there was simply nothing he could do about it. So fuck them, if they did not wish to open their eyes while they continually made accusations, and critical, cruel assumptions. He simply did not care, if they wanted to know, they could come to him and simply ask. In the meantime, Sheamus had more important things to deal with.
He remembered back to when he had reigned as a champion, for a full straight year, an accomplishment and feat that had never been, and probably would not ever be, repeated. Sheamus had built a legacy for himself. He had won more championships, earned more accolades, than any single person in Thy WWE history. All one had to do to confirm such was simply to check the history and records to see the truth. Yet they still judged him, mocked and humiliated him, but no longer did he care. Since the death of his father right before his match with Alex Kendall that he lost for the championship, he had not quite been the same. He had lost his spirit, and even so he went toe to toe and could have, would have, and should have beaten the man, it was simply a draw of bad luck, a case of Russian Roulette, and Kendall knew it. Kendall knew Sheamus was the better man, but circumstances had prevented the correct course of history.
However, it did not matter. Sheamus' father had died, right before his eyes, and that took a toll on him, the depths of which could not be explained by simple words. As previously stated, one could not understand. On top of that, the pressure of being the best, of being the standard bearer, the measuring stick of Thy WWE....rising to heights never seen before, and never since matched. It was simply too much, too overwhelming at the time for Sheamus O'Shaunessy to handle. Too much to deal with, on top of everything else going on in his life. Yet still, he was criticized, yet he kept his chin up, and took a long hiatus, for him to recuperate and to get his body and mind straight and back to normal shape. Alex Kendall and Sheamus were to have a rematch, a rematch of perhaps the greatest match in Thy WWE history, yet Sheamus for some reason had been absent. Where had he gone? Why did he not show up? There were many questions that to this day still remain unanswered, though many hope they will be resolved and revealed in time. Sheamus planned on it eventually.
In the absence of that match, Kurt Orton had taken his place, and in a move that shocked the world, Orton was the only man to ever defeat Alex Kendall. He had achieved his ultimate goal of winning the ever elusive, and difficult to obtain Thy WWE Championship. Everything he had ever wanted, and had ever strived for, was his. Something he had a chance against at one point, against an extremely intoxicated Sheamus in a match, and yet failed. He had lost to the Celtic Warrior for the title in his year long reign of excellence. Something he continued to fail in, every single time he had the chance. But against all odds, and all reasonable logic, he had beaten the Undefeated and seemingly invincible Alex Kendall, and taken his prize.
However, as Kurt Orton always had choked under the pressure, he had lost the title. To Sheamus, it always seemed as if whatever Kurt Orton achieved, no matter how much he tried, however much he had won or accomplished, it was always short lived. Less than a month after his victory that shocked the world and Thy WWE universe, he had lost the championship. He had lost it to his now current tag team partner. How ironic. Some may have called it a fluke, some say he simply had a bad night, but nobody could have said for certain. Kurt Orton had reached the pinnacle for his career, only to have it all crashing down after his fifteen minutes of fame. Would he ever achieve climbing the ladder, and reaching the mountain top once again? It was unsure and uncertain, but Sheamus had a strong opinion on it. However, at this point in time, it did not matter.
Either way, Sheamus' mind had become a bit abstract, and he went back to his original thoughts. Nobody could comprehend what truly happened that night against Kendall in the rematch, and everything said was simple here say and bias opinions based on ignorance of the issue and jealousy of the success he had achieved, the milestones and accomplishments no other man in the company had been able to even match. However, it did not matter. All he was focused on, was this match of chess. A match in which he was controlling against Kurt Orton. It was something he could have won long ago, however he wanted to draw it out. However the question, was why would he do that? Why would he not go for the throat and claim his victory quickly?
There were many reasons, and Sheamus honestly did not want to, and felt like he did not need to explain. An intelligent person would be able to figure it out for themselves. If someone could not, that was their own problem, and they could draw their own conclusions. It really did not matter to the Celtic Warrior, as he simply did not care anymore. There were much more important things to draw his attention to.
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Sheamus sat in his chair with anticipation. He looked over at his scenery, an obvious look of anxiety on his face. He was rather uncomfortable, to say the least. It was a medium sized room with white, blank walls, and the staff attended to his face much to his displeasure, as he reluctantly allowed them to touch it up with makeup and the like, as with any interview. It had been far too long, he thought, since this had happened, and he felt rather awkward with it, feeling like a fish out of water. He glanced over his shoulder, and all around the room, observing the blank, white painted walls around him. Behind him was a green, blank backdrop, on which the producers of Thy WWE could place any image they felt appropriate. Sheamus delivered his input, which was an image desirable to him.
He picked the image of a castle in Ireland, it did not matter which one, it simply reflected the image he wanted. The castle may have been older, and had not been used in some time. However it was still beautiful and majestic, but at the same time it was intimidating and defensible. That was what Sheamus was, he may have been out of the business for awhile, and somewhat not up to tip top shape, but he was a formidable challenge, and would not go down easily. It was his battle to lose. Distracting him from his thoughts was Burris Troy, set to give him an interview. The first interview he had received in quite a long time, and the first since he had disappeared from Thy WWE.
Burris Troy: Are you ready, Sheamus?
Sheamus: Aye, let's get this done and out of the way
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Sheamus wiped his brow, and let the staff complete the finishing touches on the makeup usually given on any interview, television, pay per view, or internet interview video for their programming. They had to make them look the best they could, of course. It was all a bunch of marketing bullshit that Sheamus had come to accept as part of the business. However, it HAD been a long time, and he could not help but feel a bit apprehensive and nervous about it, almost like he was a green, young newcomer again. However, he nodded, and the cameras began to roll for this interview, which was an internet viewership variety.
Burris Troy: Sheamus, it is nice to see you again, it has been quite awhile, and you look great, as you always have.
Sheamus: Thank you Burris, it is always a pleasure.
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As Sheamus began to speak, the butterflies, nervousness, and anxiety began to melt away like the grease of a hamburger on a grill, slowly dripping off. He began to feel more confident, it was simply a matter of getting up the nerve to begin the nerve racking interview. He knew he had many questions ahead of him, and much to answer for.
Burris Troy: Likewise. Now, there is a question that has been on everyone's mind. Many people are confused. At first there was a bit of anger, but now it is simply curiosity. As demonstrated by your recent appearances, the crowd is simply ecstatic to have you back and returning to a Thy WWE ring. However, many people still wonder. Where have you been? Why did you not show up in your rematch with Alex Kendall?
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Sheamus wiped his brow and took a sip of his water bottle sitting next to him, feeling the pressure already as Burris Troy began to grill him right off the bat, getting the hard questions, it seemed, done and over with right off the bat. He took a few seconds to compose himself.
Sheamus: That is a rather good question Burris, and I am sure everyone is dying for answers and explanations. To be quite honest with you, it is quite personal. At this time, I am not ready to give an answer, it is something that I must address when more time is allocated to me, so that I might properly explain it.
Burris Troy: Oh come on Sheamus, all this time away, and an unexpected disappearance from a Hall of Famer, and that is the answer you give? It sounds like a cop out to me.
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Burris was really throwing on the heat, and playing a bit of hardball. Sheamus could not, or would not give the true answer. It really was too much to explain at this time, and he did not think the people in the audience and backstage were quite ready for it. He had to go along with it, and find something off the top of his head to temporarily explain until he was ready for the real truth. At this point in time they would not understand, they would be judgmental, and leave with a half-assed explanation of the circumstances that had occurred. He decided to go with a partial truth, and something that fell in line with his current actions towards Kurt Orton. He believed it would make sense at this point in time.
Sheamus: Very well then Burris, the truth you shall have. The reason for my disappearance is why I have been performing the actions I have been of late.
Burris Troy: What do you mean?
Sheamus: Think about it Mister Troy. The night I disappeared, is the night Kurt Orton had won the championship and had become the first and only man to defeat Alex Kendall. Do you consider that a coincidence?
Burris Troy: Erm, well, at first yes I suppose I did. Now that I think about it, well....perhaps not.
Sheamus: It was all a grand and extensive plan, a plot if you will. I believed that Alex Kendall was not ready to face me again. If you watch the match again, closely, you will see that the better man did not win the match. Yes, he did win, and I give him credit for giving me the fight of my life. However, did I seem on top of my game?
Burris Troy: Well in my opinion...
Sheamus: No, I was not. The pressure that had come along with constantly having to perform at a top level, going a full year as Thy WWE World Champion, and remaining undefeated, was a great burden. I had simply overworked myself, and was drained, and therefore not one hundred percent. If you look at my previous matches, you will see a significant difference. The match against Kendall, I made mistakes I normally would have not. I was a step slower, a slight bit weaker, and a little less focused. I had been running the gauntlet as a fighting champion, and to be honest nobody in the history of this business ran with the ball as long and as hard as I did. I was simply worn down.
Burris Troy: Well, fair enough I suppose, but that still does not explain your absence for the rematch.
Sheamus: Of course it doesn't, it is simply the background to the second part of my answer. You must know the background to understand the reasoning for what I am about to say next.
Burris Troy: Alright, go ahead then.
Sheamus: I am going to go ahead and run you through what has happened, and why, so please bear with me, it will take a few minutes.
Burris Troy: Alright, but why return now? What has changed?
Sheamus: Well, thank you for interrupting me and sidetracking us. However, I will indulge you on the matter. We are a few short days away from the pay per view, Oppression. To me, this is very symbolic. Two years ago, at this same pay per view, I defeated Jonny Freeman for the first time, in a surprise return after an injury. I came back with the ferocity of a hurricane, and took Thy WWE universe by storm, finally capturing the World Championship, and reaching the pinnacle of this business.
The manner in which I did so may have been controversial, but I earned my stripes and respect, as well as the adoration and respect of the crowd through my hard work and accomplishments. It was then I began to cement my legacy, and went on my dominant reign as champion, defeating all comers in my path, and any challengers. I did not shy away from any man, as I was a fighting champion, and was the first and only man to defeat the Undertaker. After a year, as explained before, my weary self lost to Alex Kendall that night, a match in which the better man did not win. No disrespect to Mister Kendall, who is a legend in his own right, but if the rematch were to happen, there would have been a different outcome. However that was not the case.
I did not feel that Alex Kendall was ready, or that he could give me the same effort again. Our match had taken so much from him, that he could not compete at the same level again. I did not want an Alex Kendall that was weary and pressured as I had been in our only match, I wanted the Alex Kendall that was on top of his game. I wanted to face the legend, not a shadow of his former self.
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Sheamus pauses for a moment to think, and consider his next line of dialog. He knew what he was saying was only a partial truth, and he needed a moment to continue to spin his web.
Sheamus: He proved this fact, when Kurt Orton took my place as a surprise, mystery opponent, and had captured the World Championship. Many were shocked by this, some called it Kurt Orton taking big leaps up the ladder, some called it a fluke. To be entirely honest with you, it was a fluke. It was a gamble I played, that turned out in my favor. Alex Kendall was so entirely focused on me, preparing for our rematch, knowing I was the better man, and that surely I would have defeated him, and sent his career tumbling into the Abyss. He was so narrow sighted that he would not expect another challenger, and was thrown off of his game, unprepared.
He lost by my plot, my design, my cunning. Kurt Orton's victory WAS a fluke, however it was all predetermined. Kurt Orton would NEVER have been champion without my help, and I have given you the proof right there. He has always had talent and potential, but has never had the drive to reach up that extra foot, and tried to reach the stars and heavens. He simply took what was given to him, and believed he was at the top of the game. His now partner, POT, took it from him in less than a month and proved that point, yet Orton continued to lie and deceive himself, so much that he actually began to believe his own bullshit that he could compete with the best. I shall prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that what I say is true. I will make Kurt Orton feel humbled at Oppression, and I will expose him for the fraud and phony that he truly is. Yet at the same time, what I did had broke Alex Kendall, and hopefully it has taught him a lesson as well, and will renew and refuel his fire to compete, and be at the top of his game. To Alex Kendall, I say one thing....I'm waiting for you fella.
Back on track, this choice to return at Oppression, the event, the pay per view that my untouchable reign had began, is purely symbolic. I have returned, with the fire I once had, and poor Kurt has to be on the receiving end of it. He is a fake, and a fraud. He would not have gone anywhere without me, and I am the reason he has accomplished anything significant in this business. Deep down in the depths of his soul, he knows this to be the truth, but he refuses to accept of acknowledge it. He is too stubborn and ignorant, and his mind, and not to mention his whore of a wife, tell him otherwise. They tell him that he is one of the greats, that he is the best, and they are doing him no favors with that nonsense. If they would tell him the truth, perhaps it might spark a fire that would grow over time, and cause him to be driven, and propel him to greater heights. He does have the potential, but he has alot of work to do before he can even be considered and spoken about in the same breath as those such as myself, Undertaker, Alex Kendall, and the like.
I am here to show him the truth, and to humble him. He has grown too arrogant, his arrogance which is not justified. I have also returned, for another reason. A few reasons, actually. I am back to remind people just who the hell I am. It seems like of late, people like Christian Knight and Beno, have forgotten the history of this company. They give examples of the all time greats, the legends of this business. Do they ever mention Sheamus O'Shaunessy? No, no they don't. The reason behind it, is perhaps that I became too successful, and too big for them to handle. They do not want to admit or acknowledge what I have done and accomplished in this business. Find a man with a better record than mind, and you may call be a banshee. I am the most decorated person in Thy Dolbya Dolbya Eee history. I have been victorious more, I have won more accolades and championships than any man, and I main evented the first two Wrestlemanias. No man has a track record like mine.
I feel slighted, disrespected, for all I have given and achieved for this company. Call it cliche, but I truly have given my blood, sweat, and tears to this company, and more beyond that. I have been driven to be excellent and be the best, and I have proved it by my deeds in the ring. Yet, I still am shown no respect for what I have done. Vince McMahon may be the exception, as I am sure it was him that wanted me inducted into the Hall of Fame. Though, how could he not have?
I am here, to remind you all what I am capable of. I have returned to earn back my respect, and show you all exactly what I am ranting about now. The greatest wrestler to ever step foot inside of a Thy Dolbya Dolbya Eee ring has returned, perhaps just this once, perhaps longer, to reinforce the FACT that nobody has done what I have done, and that I cannot be matched. The legend and undisputed greatest of all time has returned, and the time for talking is over. Now is the time to view, and observe my actions, consider the facts, and confirm my statements here tonight. Goodnight, Burris.
Burris Troy: There you have it, strong words from the legendary Sheamus O'Shaunessy. Thank you for your time, and good luck in your match.
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Sheamus looked himself in the mirror, away from publicity, away from the cameras, and away from everything, a place he could think, and speak his true thoughts aloud.
Sheamus: Nobody, or at least not many people, can really understand mental illness. The true reasons for my absence and departure from Thy Dolbya Dolbya Eee have yet to be revealed, and I do not think it is the time to do so. There is a time and a place, and eventually it will happen, but not now. I had to give Burris Troy and the rest of the fans, and locker room, at least some sort of explanation. In due time...
Sheamus' mind flashed back to his fathers death....or rather, his supposed death. What Sheamus had witnessed that night, was not exactly reality, and not truly what had went down. The combination of his mental state, his stress, his depression, his excessive drinking, not to mention the large amount of hallucinogenics his pagan mother had a tendency of dropping into his drinks....contributed much to this false tale he had believed to be truth. His mind flashed back again, to the men in white coats, the padded walls, and the group of mentally unstable patients he had been in contact with for so many months. It took him awhile, but he had finally recovered, and had gotten his mind straight once again...it was a painful and extremely difficult, troublesome experience he had went through, but perhaps it was for the best. Enough of these thoughts, however, they were not productive, and brought great pain to him. They were distractions he did not need right now. He had to focus.
Sheamus tore his eyes away from the mirror, and sat down in a rickety, oak wooden chair, sitting in front of a table of similar construction and age. On top of it was a marvelous marble chessboard, with chess pieces made of the same material. He considered the board for a long moment, playing against himself. He had done this for a couple months, just one lengthy game. He considered each individual move for days at a time, wanting to get everything just right. This table, this chess game against himself, was symbolic. It was a representation of the game he was playing, and the war he was waging, against Kurt Orton. He wanted everything to fall exactly as planned, and it had so far. Sheamus began to talk aloud. Was there another person in the room, or was he imagining him? It did not matter, perhaps he was explaining the situation aloud to himself, for his own benefit.
Sheamus: Oh, how you have fallen ever so perfectly into my trap. At Raw 100, I made my return, a surprise and shock to everyone, including you. I approached you, wordless, getting close to you, with threatening body language, yet you reacted like a fool, pushing me aside and thinking nothing of it. That was your first mistake, not recognizing the threat, and ignoring your enemy.
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Sheamus resets the chessboard, with every piece back into the starting position. He begins to move pieces as he speaks aloud, as if all his actions of late had been one big chess game, which they had been.
Sheamus: The confrontation however, was on your mind, and distracted you. You fell that night to General Manager Christian Knight. The mental battle of wits had begun. The next week, you had a match with CM Punk and Gravespawn, teaming up with your partner POT, and I had again gotten into your head, silently trying to express my intentions, which again you had failed to realize. I was not surprised. All I did was come down in the middle of your match, and sat at the announcers table. I observed you, my target, as any true Warrior would do. I began to learn your tendencies, how you reacted to certain situations. You were thrown off your game once again, but thanks to the talent of your partner, your team achieved victory. That was not a problem, and I was not concerned. I simply wanted to observe.
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Sheamus moves a few pieces again, taking a few off the board.
Sheamus: You and POT teamed up against Bret Hart and Maven, a former world champion. You were victorious, and I was nowhere to be seen that night. I wanted to give you a mental break, and see how you performed. Also, of course, I noticed how you seemed paranoid, knowing that I could have been lurking. It is at that point that you begun to truly fear. You were falling right in line with what I had planned. Again, POT saved you from certain defeat, and continued to carry the team, as he always has and always will.
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The Celtic Warrior moves a few pieces from both sides, a slight, half grin on his face as he relishes in the memory, and the step by step game he was playing.
Sheamus: The next time we met, was a momentous and perfect move on my part, that truly began to spell the end towards your inevitable defeat. You faced Joey the Bastard. I did not even have to get involved in the match. My mere presence was enough to throw you into a full blown anxiety attack, and cost you the match. It cut you deep inside Kurt, and wounded your pride and confidence. We both know this.
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In a quick series of moves, Sheamus captures two rooks from the other side of the chessboard.
Sheamus: Your downward spiral only continued to build momentum, as you were baited, and continued to follow the same path I knew you would. Your concern for your wife was so great, that you abandoned your partner, to run backstage. You were too blinded by cunt to see that you were being played. By the time you got back to the ring, she was already there, unharmed. You did save your team from defeat, though you would never have been in that position had you stayed and actually thought with your brain instead of your dick. It started to wear on your psyche, and make you irrational and angry. You let your emotions overrule sense, and your fall continued. A true warrior does not let such emotions get in the way of battle, yet you are a slave, like most people in this world, to their feelings. You let it take over your thoughts, and act as a fool. You saved the queen, but sacrificed what was protecting you, the king.
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Sheamus shows a threat to the queen on the board, and he moves the opposite pieces defensively, to protect the powerful piece on the board, but loses a bishop and a knight in the process.
Sheamus: Again, you had a match I did not interfere or disturb. You faced the War Bringer, and won quite easily. This was by design, to give you a little bit of hope, but also confuse you as to my motives. I did not want to give away my plan. You moved exactly as I wanted to.
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Sheamus has the opposite side take a few pawns, while subtly maneuvering the other pieces into place, chuckling softly at the ease of it.
Sheamus: As expected, and hoped for, you finally got the nerve to challenge me to a match. I came out to come face to face with you, as you expected, and so badly wanted to. I accepted your challenge that I hoped and believed you would put forth, throwing down the gauntlet. I accepted. I gave you a weapon, and I dared you to hit me with it. I taunted you, toyed with your emotions, until you used it on me. The pain was immense, but it was necessary to move you into the proper position.
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Sheamus moves a few pieces, and leaves an obvious opening for his queen to be taken. He moves the other pieces to take it, while also moving his other pieces strategically.
Sheamus: You took the bait too easily, and you felt quite proud of yourself didn't you? You laid out the Hall of Famer, and it was easy. Your wife, your "queen" that you are so eager to protect, even when there is not even a real threat, encouraged you. She is your weakness Kurt, but you will never realize that. I came out later, still in pain. It was a sacrifice I needed to make. I gave you another weapon, and you took it, using it to secure your victory. You had won two battles, but not quite the war.
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Sheamus has the other side take the rest of his pawns, while he prepares to make his final movements.
Sheamus: You took the easy route, as you always seem to do. The easy route is not always the best route. You had been too aggressive, taking what I was giving you without question or any consideration at all. You left yourself wide open, to be trapped, with no possible escape. Sometimes, one must sacrifice and lose a battle, to win the war, as I've said before. It is an old phrase that holds much truth. And now look what good it has done you. You go into Oppression a very proud and confident man, due to events that have transpired as of late. Events that I have had a direct hand in influencing. You are too predictable. That is your problem, you are easy to read, and your arrogance far exceeds your expectations and skill level. You cannot quite back up the words you speak.
Your final downfall will be this arrogance. Just as I have manipulated you, week after week, you will fall to my final move. Many may consider me rusty, for such lengthy time spent away, but I assure you I am as dangerous as ever, perhaps even more so than in the past. You are in for a surprise, and rude awakening this Sunday at Oppression, as history repeats itself. My return at Oppression will be as my last, two years ago. It will end in victory, with my opponent overconfident, and caught off guard. You proposed a street fight, and I have no issues with that. I don't care what type of match it is. This one simply means I am legally allowed to inflict more pain upon you, the false fraudulent phony. It is too late for you to make a move to save yourself, as you have backed yourself into a corner. You can either surrender, or you can have a.....
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Sheamus smirks and makes one last move, the other side's king piece having nowhere to go, no possible moves that change the outcome.
Sheamus: Checkmate.
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Sheamus grins and leans back, relaxing, confident and content in the way this had played out. He had orchestrated this all, and it went according to plan. However, this was only the first step in the grand scheme of it all....
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