Post by Sheamus on May 28, 2010 1:41:17 GMT -5
The scene opens up, the camera view focused on a great waterfall. Tremendous gray rocks, water flowing between them. The water rushes steadily, pouring down into a waterfall, the color of the water clear aside from the white and foam caused by the pressure and force of the river. The sunlight shines brightly off the rocks and surface of the water, shining in the afternoon light. The camera pans around a bit more, displaying a field of beautiful green grass and hills, and soft Celtic music can be heard in the background. The sights are extremely beautiful, one that could prompt tears to the most hardened hearted man. No, these would not be tears of sadness, but of joy, of observing the sheer power in the beauty of the land. Such a site bringing many to contemplative thoughts, leaving feelings of shock and awe in their wake.
In a world blemished and tainted, this place shines brightly, brighter than the stars in the heavens. Many places, and their natural beauty have been destroyed and ripped asunder by man. Tearing up lands and putting roads, structures, and huge cities in their place. Not that they couldn't groom it, or take care of it, but a grooming of the land in this context and meaning. But no, they dirty the rivers, huge churning factories drowning out natural sounds with their hellish noise, blowing great clouds of gray and black, tainting the air. The chemicals of man destroying the atmosphere. The common disregard for the beauty of nature apparent among the majority of the populace.
But not here. Not in the gorgeous land of Ireland. A shining beacon to the world, giving it hope, reassuring those who care, that there is still beauty in the world. However its the majority who slowly kill and poison our world.
The camera suddenly begins to zoom forward with great speed, as if out of a science fiction film. The speed resembling that of a spaceship in warpspeed. Taking us thru the lands and hills of the Celtic people, breathtaking sights, overwhelming to the senses to take in all at once.
The view takes us closer and closer to a large city, a city well taken care of. The great city of Dublin, Ireland. The crown jewel in terms of a city, for the Irish people. The camera slows down, taking us thru the many streets and alleyways of Dublin, and its crowded streets. Children playing together, people making their way to and fro. Thru the window of a tavern one can see men and women drinking, dancing, enjoying theirselves and eachother's company, laughing, enjoying life to the fullest. A few brawls here and there, but that is the way of an Irishman. Hasty words, bandying between two people, resulting in a vicious fight. The aftermath including a handshake, pat on the back, the victor buying the loser a drink, and laughing heartily about it later. As no grudge between them, their differences settled, and they can move on with their lives and not dwell on it.
Unlike most of the world, where gangbangers and thugs assault eachother, ambushed, cutting eachother with knives or firing lead from a gun into the chest of another, silencing them forever, never to awaken to the world again, slipping into the darkness. Normally over some foolish dispute, or an argument from simple words, a drug deal gone bad. Such is the way of the world. But Sheamus believes Ireland is different, the ways of the Irish people superior. The Celtic traditions must not die, and Sheamus, the Celtic warrior, will fight for that, to preserve what he holds most dear to him. His beliefs and ideals, of the ways of his people should not be lost, less they fall into obscurity and become like the other "great" nations of the world.
Sheamus, though he appears to be nothing but a big, red-headed, pale skinned, jar of mayo, loudmouth brute, is much more deep and complex than that. Behind a rough exterior he has a big heart, that will continue fighting until he breathes no more.
The camera moves us a bit further along, where Sheamus is seen outside a building, walking down the streets, where he is met with adoration and respect of his people. He approaches the camera, and speaks to whomever may be watching.
"Tráthnóna maith". In the language of me people, that means good afternoon. I am Sheamus O'Shaunessy, and welcome to my hometown, the greatest city in the world...Dublin, Ireland. As you can see, the people here love me. I am a hero to them, a shining example of what a true Irishman, a true Celtic warrior, is supposed to be. They support me, they adore me, because I am exactly what my great ancestors are. While the fans in other countries despise me, because they fear me, and are jealous of what I am and what I possess. I am a warrior. Not just some fighter. The difference? A fighter, just fights, for many reasons. Perhaps because he just can, or likes to, or has a chip on his shoulder, out to prove himself. I fight, because I am a Warrior, and I hold values true to my heart such as...strength...loyalty....honor....courage. Much unlike Finlay, who parades around with his...Hornswoggle...and makes a mockery of my people. With those two around, its like a damn circus.
I am not here to play games, I am in the dolbya dolbya eeeh, to bring glory and honor to my country. To preserve and to prove the old Irish traditions are not dead, but very much alive and breathing, the heart beating strong, as it does inside of me. I did what I did to Finlay, because he spits on everything and our traditions. He dishonors us, and it disgusts me. Perhaps, I hope that one day, he finds himself again. I do not hold my breath, but it is my hope for a fellow Irishman, a brother.
I came to the dolbya dolbya eeh, and I made my presence known and felt. I said I was going to make an impact, and I did. I kicked Randy Orton roight in the face and dropped him loike a sack o' potatoes. Orton, you brag about defeating Mike Knox? He is nothing but a simple brute, a barbarian. He is no warrior loike me. A Warrior defeats a barbarian, because the barbarian fights with rage, but no passion. I foight with passion. The Warrior, thru tactics and smart combat maneuvers, overcomes the simple barbarian and his brute strength. So the little snake has bitten and felled the barbarian. Big deal. You have merely done what many o' me ancestors, my long line of warriors, has done before me. I am not impressed.
Now Randy, do not get me wrong. I have all the respect in the world for one of your calibur and abilities. You do your own thing, and you do it well, which is more than what can be said for many in this business. You have done well for yourself in the short time you have been a wrestler, but so have I. Now Orton, you asked me what makes me different? I have already told you. I am a warrior, I foight for a reason, I foight with passion, and strength, courage. I succeed where many have or will, fail.
The difference between you and me, is that you, are unstable, predictable. You are nothing but a snake slithering thru the grass. I fight hard, I fight strong, overwhelming my opponents with my superior strength. My tactics, my frame of mind, my intelligence, my understanding of battle and combat will overcome you. You are but a snake, a snake whos head will be removed from my sword. You don't intimidate me, as skilled as you may be. You are missing something, that intangible factor, that makes me so unique and different. You have a heart, that is cold and full of malice. Mine is similar, but its much larger. I have more heart than you.
Now, ye wanna talk about experience, and how you hold the edge over me because of that? Well boy, lets take a walk down memory lane, shall we?
Sheamus takes a stroll down the streets of Dublin, embracing a few friends or random people, returning their smile. They approach a schoolhouse, which is deserted and empty, as school has been ended for the day. He walks thru the playground, running his hands along the poles and swings as he goes, until they reach an area just off to the side in the grass, a few benches and a waste bin in the area.
This spot...this spot Randy, is where it all began. This, is where I had me first real foight, when I was six. One day at lunch, a kid, a bully, much larger than me, at the time, pushed me down, and I ran off loike a littlte girl, crying. I went home, and told me family about it. First me brother. He punched me roight in the eye, and went and told my mother. My mother, after hearing what had happened, slapped me roight upside the head, and she told me father. Me father, beat the living hell out of me, a beatin' I will remember for the rest of my life, and be thankful for. I remember it as clear as day, as if it were yesterday.
He said..."Me boy, you have failed, and embarassed me, and our whole family. You 'ave embarassed yer grandparents, yer great grandparents, everyone down the line. You have disgraced our ancestors. Listen up boy! We come from a long line of Warriors, and you will conduct yourself as such. You go back tomorrow and give that boy the beatin' o' his loife!
The next day, I did jus' that. I stood up to him, and I punched him straight in the mouth. You see, I don't take respect, not from you, not from anyone. I stand up for what I believe in, and I never run from a foight, no matter if I know, goin in that I be surely receivin' an arse kickin'. The Warrior will fight, even if he will lose, it shall be a glorious day, to fall in battle. Ever since that day Orton, I've been foightin for all me loife. Day after day. To prove myself, to honor my people and ancestors.
You always speak of me pandering to crowds? Honestly, I could give a damn about the crowds. Unless it be roight here in Ireland, people I actually respect and care about. Americans? I couldn't give two shites about. They can boo me, call me names, all they want. It does not change the fact I am better than them, and they envy me. I am the epitome of the warrior. Look at me? I am of sturdy stock, pure bred, perfect. I was BORN to foight, was BORN to do battle, and don't you think I will ever stop or change.
You seem to have forgotten that I dropped you roight on your arse on Monday. I took you out. I will finish the job on Raw. You kick people in the skull? Well so do I, and I do it much better. I do everything much better than you. Deep in your heart you know this, and you know I will destroy you, yet you continue to flap your gums. Perhaps me boot scrambled your brains a bit? I was hopin' they would put your scrambled mind back into place. I guess not.
What you did to Mike Knox, was nothin' special. You think to do the same to me? I am nothing loike him, I am superior, I am a much different opponent than he. It is a fault of yours, to underestimate me, or any opponent for that matter. Especially me. Keep underestimating me and I will show you exactly, what I mean. You need to stay focused on our match, though you seem to just want to put all attention on tha' pretty little woife o' yers. Keep talkin' and you will never hold her in your arms again once I rip them off your torso, and beat you with them.
Honestly Orton, you act as if you know all about me. The truth is, is that you don't know a damn thing. You judge me based on what you have seen of my work in the ring, which you cannot deny has been impressive in the past. I have been improving myself, training, working hard, to prepare for battle. I will show you there is much more to Sheamus, than meets the eyes. You are acting short sighted, overlooking me. Perhaps everyone here overlooks me, but it shall be their downfall, their gravest mistake. I have something to prove, and it will be displayed on Raw. I'll be catchin a flight back to the states soon. Now, as you were speaking earlier, I will speak in a way that you may understand, the way you spoke to me.
Do you understand, Randy? Are you ready, Randy? You are going to get your arse beaten into the ground, dug into the dirt under my heel, Randy. Isn't it quite annoying when someone keeps repeating your name like this, Randy? Is it, Randy? Thats how you refer to me, Randy. Randy Randy Randy- shut yer bloody mouth. Your ignorance and disrespect angers me, boils my blood. I cannot wait to meet you in the ring, to cross swords, and see who is the better man. As I said, you are a great competitor, and this shall be a battle of the titans, a match that SHOULD be the main event. But it is no matter, everyone will see what I am, and what I can do. But, are you ready, Orton? Are you prepared to face the greatest warrior on the face of all the lands? Is your head in the game, is your mindset focused on me, or that pretty little woife o' yours? You need to keep your mind on what matters most, and thats me placing me boot in your arse. I'm done talking for now, I have a flight to catch, and an epic war to prepare for. I hope you bring your best, Orton, do not disappoint me. Keep that confidence, but just remember who you are facing. I'm not some rookie, some unexperienced wannabe fighter. I am the Celtic Warrior, and you shall feel my fury and wrath.
Sheamus looks into the camera, his shining green eyes staring intensely into the lens. The eyes are full of determination, anger, the level of intensity would have caused any normal man to back down from the gaze, unfortunately the camera cannot capture such effect. His visage hardens, his thick red bushy eyebrows narrowed. He then breaks into a mischevious grin, a look that would cause concern, wondering what he has planned, what he has up his sleeve, or scabbard, for use of a better word. The camera turns bright green, and the green melts across the camera like an ooze, dripping, slowing turning and fading to black.
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Although your phrasing is perfect, I thought I might just add something for you.
