Post by Shamus on Jun 25, 2008 15:43:35 GMT -5
Shamus blinks at the camera blearily, a hand rubbing at his face before he shoved aside another mug of beer. He leans forward, shaking his head. "I heard dat Mikkey and his bloody wee faerie Max Jewel are afraid to defend da TV Title at International Incident! Because it is on fookin' PPV, and not on flippin' TV!"
Shamus took a long drink from his mug of beer, foam and alcohol running from his beer. He shrugged, shaking his head before he continued with a wave of his hand. "What da fook ever, ya bloody fookin' pansies! I'll fookin' fight ye fer da bloody belt anywhere ya want, sunshine! Name da fookin' place, now or bloody t'morrow!"
Shamus jabbed a finger at the camera, snarling as he throws the beer aside. "But ye can keep fookin' dodgin' me iffen ye need to! In Sydney I am goin' to fookin' kick da piss out of ye, and if Kid Kaos gets in my fookin' way? I will kick his arse too! I dunno play bloody fookin' favorites!"
Shamus slammed a hand down on the bar, hammering away on it. Then the bartender brought him another mug of beer, slamming it down as Shamus grabbed it to drink another. "Kaos, ye and fookin' AJ sit around and hang out wit' Whitey Ford and talk 'bout da good ol' days like they make ye so fookin' special! But I dunno give a fook if you were in USCW, NAW, or da bloody XWL! Iffen ye try and stop me from takin' da bloody TV Title? I will fookin' beat yer ass just as quick as Mikkey!"
Shamus smoothed his hair, scowling. "Joel Frost. Listen lad, I like ye! But on Sunday, we dun nae hae any friends in dat ring! And ye know it, it's e'ery man fer himself! And if I hae to beat ye down to become a champion? Then ye know I will do it, friend or no friend!"
Shamus took a long drink from his mug of beer, foam and alcohol running from his beer. He shrugged, shaking his head before he continued with a wave of his hand. "What da fook ever, ya bloody fookin' pansies! I'll fookin' fight ye fer da bloody belt anywhere ya want, sunshine! Name da fookin' place, now or bloody t'morrow!"
Shamus jabbed a finger at the camera, snarling as he throws the beer aside. "But ye can keep fookin' dodgin' me iffen ye need to! In Sydney I am goin' to fookin' kick da piss out of ye, and if Kid Kaos gets in my fookin' way? I will kick his arse too! I dunno play bloody fookin' favorites!"
Shamus slammed a hand down on the bar, hammering away on it. Then the bartender brought him another mug of beer, slamming it down as Shamus grabbed it to drink another. "Kaos, ye and fookin' AJ sit around and hang out wit' Whitey Ford and talk 'bout da good ol' days like they make ye so fookin' special! But I dunno give a fook if you were in USCW, NAW, or da bloody XWL! Iffen ye try and stop me from takin' da bloody TV Title? I will fookin' beat yer ass just as quick as Mikkey!"
Shamus smoothed his hair, scowling. "Joel Frost. Listen lad, I like ye! But on Sunday, we dun nae hae any friends in dat ring! And ye know it, it's e'ery man fer himself! And if I hae to beat ye down to become a champion? Then ye know I will do it, friend or no friend!"
