Post by magnusd on Mar 1, 2022 22:27:17 GMT
We are at a bar, on one of the darker streets of Detroit. Inside, patrons (not of the Alberto variety) are enjoying their evening, but one man in particular is downing a fresh Guinness. That man is, of course, Sheamus.
SH: 'My name is Sheamus, and I love to fight.'
Sheamus downs the rest of his Guinness, slamming the glass to the bar and smashing it.
SH: 'I like to kick arse and drink Guinness. And I'm all out of Guinness.'
Sheamus grabs a passer by, hits him with a few punches, then throws him over the bar and into a pile of glasses, smashing most of them. The majority of the patrons run out of the bar at this point, though some still remain.
SH: 'But ye fellas have heard this all before. When I read the news about NWA Stable Wars, I decided to sign up and scour Ireland for the toughest fellas I could find. Then I realised there's none tougher than me, so I took the search global. That's when I ran into a hammer, but not Greg Valentine. It was Alexander Hammerstone, and he was the first to join. Then I saw a tough as nails group of fellas by the name of Bear Country, so signed them too. The question is, who's the fourth fella? I found him, but had to turn to my closest neighbours, the UK. I was amazed that he wasn't working somewhere else, considering he's an incredible wrestler. He's nearly as tough as me. And speak of the devil, here's the fella now.'
The bar door opens. and a man walks in. We're viewing him from the back and can't see his face. As he walks over to Sheamus, a drunken man stumbles in front of him, looking for a fight, but a single headbutt takes care of him. As he arrives, he and Sheamus shake hands and the person is revealed: Drew McIntyre.
SH: 'Good to see ya fella. You're not going to talk with a ridiculous accent are ya?'
DM: 'Of course not, that'd be stupid. I'm the chosen one, destined to win the NWA World Heavyweight Title. Destined to lead the wrestling world into a new golden age. And with the toughest wrestlers in the world at my side, I'm a Claymore away from beating any man on any given night.'
SH: 'That's what I like to hear fella. Now let's finish this night off right: we'll fill ourselves with Guinness, beat up some bystanders and sing our way home. Barkeep, two more pints of Guinness.'
Our scene ends with Sheamus and Drew downing their respective pints of Guinness in one, before smashing the camera with their glasses.
SH: 'My name is Sheamus, and I love to fight.'
Sheamus downs the rest of his Guinness, slamming the glass to the bar and smashing it.
SH: 'I like to kick arse and drink Guinness. And I'm all out of Guinness.'
Sheamus grabs a passer by, hits him with a few punches, then throws him over the bar and into a pile of glasses, smashing most of them. The majority of the patrons run out of the bar at this point, though some still remain.
SH: 'But ye fellas have heard this all before. When I read the news about NWA Stable Wars, I decided to sign up and scour Ireland for the toughest fellas I could find. Then I realised there's none tougher than me, so I took the search global. That's when I ran into a hammer, but not Greg Valentine. It was Alexander Hammerstone, and he was the first to join. Then I saw a tough as nails group of fellas by the name of Bear Country, so signed them too. The question is, who's the fourth fella? I found him, but had to turn to my closest neighbours, the UK. I was amazed that he wasn't working somewhere else, considering he's an incredible wrestler. He's nearly as tough as me. And speak of the devil, here's the fella now.'
The bar door opens. and a man walks in. We're viewing him from the back and can't see his face. As he walks over to Sheamus, a drunken man stumbles in front of him, looking for a fight, but a single headbutt takes care of him. As he arrives, he and Sheamus shake hands and the person is revealed: Drew McIntyre.
SH: 'Good to see ya fella. You're not going to talk with a ridiculous accent are ya?'
DM: 'Of course not, that'd be stupid. I'm the chosen one, destined to win the NWA World Heavyweight Title. Destined to lead the wrestling world into a new golden age. And with the toughest wrestlers in the world at my side, I'm a Claymore away from beating any man on any given night.'
SH: 'That's what I like to hear fella. Now let's finish this night off right: we'll fill ourselves with Guinness, beat up some bystanders and sing our way home. Barkeep, two more pints of Guinness.'
Our scene ends with Sheamus and Drew downing their respective pints of Guinness in one, before smashing the camera with their glasses.
