Post by Shamus on Jun 3, 2008 21:23:43 GMT -5
Suddenly 'Barroom Hero' blasted across the arena, and the fans cheered as the Irish Wildman known as Shamus stormed from the back with a wild look in his eyes. A narrow gash across his nose as he looked around, smoothing his beard before he held his shillelagh into the air. The fans roared, and then he headed for the ring.
He climbed inside after pausing to grab a beer from a guy in the front row. He chugged it down, foam ran down his beard as he stomped around before he grabbed a mic.
" 'ey, I should be da IWF TV Champion right now! We all fookin' know dat Mikkey was bleedin' from 'is arse when dat match started! 'Cause we all bloody know 'ow he and Max Jewel get ready for a match!"
The fans cheered, and ate it up as Shamus took another drink from his cup before throwing it aside. He waved his shillelagh, slapping it against his palm.
"I am talkin' 'bout butt sex iffen ya people dun get that fookin' joke!"
The fans again cheered, and Shamus shrugged before he looked around for the beer he had thrown aside. He shrugged.
" Joel Frost, I know ye were just tryin' to help lad! And I know ye were aimin' for dat fearie Max Jewel, but ye fookin' missed! And ye cost me da fookin' bloody TV title, and I had to buy a new beer cozie! And lad, dat makes me fookin' mad!"
The fans cheered, and Shamus frowned.
" 'Cause of ye, I drank all fookin' night! I cried myself to sleep in a pool of bloody beer, and woke up wit' a hangover! And now I see we 'ave a match at Revolution, and Joel Frost! I only 'ave one thing to say to ye, and that is this--"
Shamus paused, rubbing at his beard before he shrugged with a slap of his shillelagh against his palm.
"Nice fookin' shot, lad. Good fookin' swing, ya got me bloody good, aye!"
He climbed inside after pausing to grab a beer from a guy in the front row. He chugged it down, foam ran down his beard as he stomped around before he grabbed a mic.
" 'ey, I should be da IWF TV Champion right now! We all fookin' know dat Mikkey was bleedin' from 'is arse when dat match started! 'Cause we all bloody know 'ow he and Max Jewel get ready for a match!"
The fans cheered, and ate it up as Shamus took another drink from his cup before throwing it aside. He waved his shillelagh, slapping it against his palm.
"I am talkin' 'bout butt sex iffen ya people dun get that fookin' joke!"
The fans again cheered, and Shamus shrugged before he looked around for the beer he had thrown aside. He shrugged.
" Joel Frost, I know ye were just tryin' to help lad! And I know ye were aimin' for dat fearie Max Jewel, but ye fookin' missed! And ye cost me da fookin' bloody TV title, and I had to buy a new beer cozie! And lad, dat makes me fookin' mad!"
The fans cheered, and Shamus frowned.
" 'Cause of ye, I drank all fookin' night! I cried myself to sleep in a pool of bloody beer, and woke up wit' a hangover! And now I see we 'ave a match at Revolution, and Joel Frost! I only 'ave one thing to say to ye, and that is this--"
Shamus paused, rubbing at his beard before he shrugged with a slap of his shillelagh against his palm.
"Nice fookin' shot, lad. Good fookin' swing, ya got me bloody good, aye!"
