Post by Shamus on May 26, 2008 10:43:26 GMT -5
The fans were on their feet, roaring with approval as they cheered as 'Barroom Hero' exploded across the speakers. And then from the back charged Shamus, he looked around wildly before his hands raked through his hair. Then he headed for the ring, pausing to grab a beer from a fan before he drained it to throw it back into the crowd.
He climbed the turnbuckle, shaking his head as foam and beer dripped from his beard. Then he leapt down, calling for a mic before he yelled into it.
" 'Ey!"
The fans exploded, and roared back at the drunken Scott! "Say what now?"
Shamus paused, then shrugged. " 'Ey!"
Again come that reply, "Say what now?"
Shamus rocked back on his heels, looking around in confusion before he tapped the mic as if to make sure it worked. " 'Ey!"
The fans roared, eating up as they once again yelled back to him. "Say what now?"
Shamus paused, then shrugged before he lifted the mic. "Say what now?"
The fans laughed in their seats, and yelled back. "Say what now?"
Shamus blinked, and lifted the mic. "Say what now?
And the fans again answered. "Say what now?
Shamus frowned. "Say what now?
The fans again called back. "Say what now?
Then Shamus laughed wildly, grinning behind his beard before he continued. "I 'ave fookin' decided that I am goin' to make a bleeding challenge! Since that fookin' wee faerie da Ringmaster won't put me on the blessed fookin' card! I am gonna challenge anyone in da IWF to face me in a fookin' match!"
The fans liked that idea, and Shamus grunted as he raked a hand through his hair. A hand was thumped to his chest, and he frowned. "I am fookin' Shamus, master of da fookin' 'angover! And I am here to bloody fight!"
Shamus looked towards the ramp, and yelled. "So if any of ye lads in da back 'ave da fookin' guts, come down 'ere and accept me challenge!"
He climbed the turnbuckle, shaking his head as foam and beer dripped from his beard. Then he leapt down, calling for a mic before he yelled into it.
" 'Ey!"
The fans exploded, and roared back at the drunken Scott! "Say what now?"
Shamus paused, then shrugged. " 'Ey!"
Again come that reply, "Say what now?"
Shamus rocked back on his heels, looking around in confusion before he tapped the mic as if to make sure it worked. " 'Ey!"
The fans roared, eating up as they once again yelled back to him. "Say what now?"
Shamus paused, then shrugged before he lifted the mic. "Say what now?"
The fans laughed in their seats, and yelled back. "Say what now?"
Shamus blinked, and lifted the mic. "Say what now?
And the fans again answered. "Say what now?
Shamus frowned. "Say what now?
The fans again called back. "Say what now?
Then Shamus laughed wildly, grinning behind his beard before he continued. "I 'ave fookin' decided that I am goin' to make a bleeding challenge! Since that fookin' wee faerie da Ringmaster won't put me on the blessed fookin' card! I am gonna challenge anyone in da IWF to face me in a fookin' match!"
The fans liked that idea, and Shamus grunted as he raked a hand through his hair. A hand was thumped to his chest, and he frowned. "I am fookin' Shamus, master of da fookin' 'angover! And I am here to bloody fight!"
Shamus looked towards the ramp, and yelled. "So if any of ye lads in da back 'ave da fookin' guts, come down 'ere and accept me challenge!"
