Post by O'Malley on Aug 15, 2006 19:14:07 GMT -6
The scene starts inside the home of Seamus O'Malley. The time is 3 o'clock in the A.M. Seamus is sitting alone in his living room, drunk and weary from the events that unfolded mere hours before...
CUE MONOLOGUE...
"Six years...six long years I've waited for this oppurtunity. Why? Why would someone want to take me out in my prime? That son of a bitch...I'll show that son of a bitch who he's fuckin' messin' with now."
O'Malley sits back in his chair and takes a long, drawn out swallow of whiskey...
"Amazing, how cruel fate can be, isn't it? Of course it is...almost...INSANE, one might venture to say....
Seamus takes another healthy swig, then rises to his feet...
"The wrestling world has no idea...none whatsoever. When I was in my day, I was the best. The BEST! And they all knew it! Those LWN bastards couldn't wait to harness the raw power coursing through my veins. For years I was the top prospect. For years I toiled through blood, tears.....and...loss.
O'Malley turns up the bottle, drinks the last little bit of whiskey, and throws the empty bottle at the wall.
"It is MY time to shine. My moment was stolen from me! Six years of rehabilitation. Six years of physical therapy. They said I'd never move from that hospital bed! Well, I proved them wrong, and now that everyone doubts my abilities once again...I suppose I'll just have to prove THAT statement wrong as well."
Seamus moves toward his liquor cabinet when he notices the unmistakeable ICW logo come across his television...
"What's all this? I didn't know Dudley had released commercials yet."
O'Malley watches the logo fade into a shadowed figure of a man. He watches intently for a few seconds, until he hears his name...
"What was that? Did that son of bitch just call me out? (he continues to watch, and listen) The fuck? Wanna be? Who does this piece of shit think he is? Not ready?"
O'Malley steps up to the camera...
"Listen, whoever you are. I don't know who the FUCK you think you are, but you have no idea. You haven't the slightest clue of what I've had to go through to be where, and who, I am today. History, you say? I've FORGOTTEN more about ICW, MWF, EMMF, EFWO, EWA, HCW, LWN, and any other organization you can possibly think of, than you will ever know!!! YOU are the one in need of a history lesson, my friend. And I would love to be your instructor..."
That being said, O'Malley punches the camera lens, shattering it...
The scene fades...
to black.........
CUE MONOLOGUE...
"Six years...six long years I've waited for this oppurtunity. Why? Why would someone want to take me out in my prime? That son of a bitch...I'll show that son of a bitch who he's fuckin' messin' with now."
O'Malley sits back in his chair and takes a long, drawn out swallow of whiskey...
"Amazing, how cruel fate can be, isn't it? Of course it is...almost...INSANE, one might venture to say....
Seamus takes another healthy swig, then rises to his feet...
"The wrestling world has no idea...none whatsoever. When I was in my day, I was the best. The BEST! And they all knew it! Those LWN bastards couldn't wait to harness the raw power coursing through my veins. For years I was the top prospect. For years I toiled through blood, tears.....and...loss.
O'Malley turns up the bottle, drinks the last little bit of whiskey, and throws the empty bottle at the wall.
"It is MY time to shine. My moment was stolen from me! Six years of rehabilitation. Six years of physical therapy. They said I'd never move from that hospital bed! Well, I proved them wrong, and now that everyone doubts my abilities once again...I suppose I'll just have to prove THAT statement wrong as well."
Seamus moves toward his liquor cabinet when he notices the unmistakeable ICW logo come across his television...
"What's all this? I didn't know Dudley had released commercials yet."
O'Malley watches the logo fade into a shadowed figure of a man. He watches intently for a few seconds, until he hears his name...
"What was that? Did that son of bitch just call me out? (he continues to watch, and listen) The fuck? Wanna be? Who does this piece of shit think he is? Not ready?"
O'Malley steps up to the camera...
"Listen, whoever you are. I don't know who the FUCK you think you are, but you have no idea. You haven't the slightest clue of what I've had to go through to be where, and who, I am today. History, you say? I've FORGOTTEN more about ICW, MWF, EMMF, EFWO, EWA, HCW, LWN, and any other organization you can possibly think of, than you will ever know!!! YOU are the one in need of a history lesson, my friend. And I would love to be your instructor..."
That being said, O'Malley punches the camera lens, shattering it...
The scene fades...
to black.........