Post by patrick on Jun 24, 2010 0:38:38 GMT -5
The GHW arena is buzzing in anticipation, as they prepare for yet another great show. The fans are electric as shipping off to Boston by Drop kick Murphy's plays over the P.A. system as a unanimous sense of surprise and intrigue sweeps throughout all in attendance. After the intro plays through the curtain parts ways as a young man steps out onto stage wearing a designer suit and Italian wing tips. His hair is neat and his facial hair is well groomed with a GHW microphone in his left hand. The young man slowly strolls down the entrance ramp towards the ring with a purposeful posture. His eyes are full of rage, his facial expression one of total focus; this is a young man with a purpose, a man on a mission some would say. Patrick makes it to the ring and walks round to the steps, using them to aid him on his way into the squared circle. Once in the ring he walks to each set of ropes placing his right hand on the top one before moving on till the next. After his ritual he raises the microphone to his lips and prepares to address his first ever GHW audience. His shirt sleeve falls back a little revealing a gold Rolex on his wrist, he gently moves the watch into position before inhaling, allowing his lungs to fill to capacity before he speaks.
AL”Great just what we needed, yet another pampered premadona, probably going to spew out some bullshit about how great he is. In fact wake me when this is over.”
Colin” Really professional there Al, your actually gona write this kid off before you even here what he says.”
Al” I was very professional when I fucked your mother Fuzz, so like I said how about you wake me once the kid finishes running his mouth.”
Patrick” My name is Patrick O’Reilly, my friends know me as the Boston Beast. I’ve been training for this moment for years, since I was old enough to walk. At the age of 10 I enrolled myself in the local wrestling school, you see whilst other kids were out playing soccer or football, I was training. I never wanted to be the next Peyton Manning or the next Michael Jordan, you see to me those guys were just playing with balls and anyone can do that. Half the guys in here are going to go home and play with some balls of their own; they probably practise a lot more than MJ ever did.”
AL” This kid may have just changed my mind Fuzz, I mean he’s got you pegged, you’re probably ready to spank that monkey when you get home or to the nearest public toilets.”
Colin” Are you serious right now? Why don’t you just go back to sleep old man and do us all a favour.”
Some of the male fans turn on him, whilst others laugh. The audience is split on the young man that stands before them leading to a mixed atmosphere hanging over the ring. Patrick walks from one side of the ring to the other, whilst the audience’s reaction dies down. He took another deep breath as he allowed himself to soak in the sights, sounds and smells of the arena. He could smell the faint scent of stale beer and pea nuts while the spot light beamed down onto the ring making it hard for him to see past the front row of the crowd. The noise was almost deafening, he had never performed in front of a crowd this size before, anyone else would be daunted by the intimidating aura that envelops the coliseum that is the GHW arena.
Patrick” But I digress, my point was that all I have done, all I have achieved in my life has led me to right here, this moment and I intend to seize this moment. I’m not going to waste this opportunity that GHW management has graciously offered me. Unlike most of the punks in the back, I’m not here to simply collect my check and run my mouth about what I deserve or how good I am. You see I’ve worked hard every moment of my life, this designer suit; I worked two jobs whilst training at night for it, this Rolex well it’s around three month’s salary. For many people in the back, they have luxuries similar to these but the difference is I worked hard, I sweated and bleed for these luxuries, I wasn’t just handed them. And I wouldn’t want it any other way, I don’t want anything handed to me and that goes for everything in life. Especially when it comes to this business, I plan to come here week after week and wrestle, not perform. This is how I make my living, by hurting other people; I plan on working my way to the top of this company, hell this industry. I don’t have any connections or family ties, I am the first in my family to step foot into the squared circle so I fully expect this to be a long and hard road to the top. But the path I walk will be paved in blood, the blood of my opponents and the suffering of their loved ones as they watch week after week as I physically and mentally dissect any man stupid enough to step into my coliseum. This isn’t entertainment, if you step in-between these four walls with me you better be prepared for battle because my name is Patrick O’Reilly and I am the Boston Beast!”
Colin” The beast is unleashed! I think we just saw the new face of GHW. Tuesday nights just got interesting.”
Al” Don’t ever say that again, some sort of verbal Diarea, how about you shut the fuck up for the rest of the show and just let me call the matches.”
With those his final words, Patrick dropped his microphone and leaves the ring. A small section of the fans begin chanting Boston Beast, this is barely audible on camera and is drowned out once his music hits as he leaves.
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AL”Great just what we needed, yet another pampered premadona, probably going to spew out some bullshit about how great he is. In fact wake me when this is over.”
Colin” Really professional there Al, your actually gona write this kid off before you even here what he says.”
Al” I was very professional when I fucked your mother Fuzz, so like I said how about you wake me once the kid finishes running his mouth.”
Patrick” My name is Patrick O’Reilly, my friends know me as the Boston Beast. I’ve been training for this moment for years, since I was old enough to walk. At the age of 10 I enrolled myself in the local wrestling school, you see whilst other kids were out playing soccer or football, I was training. I never wanted to be the next Peyton Manning or the next Michael Jordan, you see to me those guys were just playing with balls and anyone can do that. Half the guys in here are going to go home and play with some balls of their own; they probably practise a lot more than MJ ever did.”
AL” This kid may have just changed my mind Fuzz, I mean he’s got you pegged, you’re probably ready to spank that monkey when you get home or to the nearest public toilets.”
Colin” Are you serious right now? Why don’t you just go back to sleep old man and do us all a favour.”
Some of the male fans turn on him, whilst others laugh. The audience is split on the young man that stands before them leading to a mixed atmosphere hanging over the ring. Patrick walks from one side of the ring to the other, whilst the audience’s reaction dies down. He took another deep breath as he allowed himself to soak in the sights, sounds and smells of the arena. He could smell the faint scent of stale beer and pea nuts while the spot light beamed down onto the ring making it hard for him to see past the front row of the crowd. The noise was almost deafening, he had never performed in front of a crowd this size before, anyone else would be daunted by the intimidating aura that envelops the coliseum that is the GHW arena.
Patrick” But I digress, my point was that all I have done, all I have achieved in my life has led me to right here, this moment and I intend to seize this moment. I’m not going to waste this opportunity that GHW management has graciously offered me. Unlike most of the punks in the back, I’m not here to simply collect my check and run my mouth about what I deserve or how good I am. You see I’ve worked hard every moment of my life, this designer suit; I worked two jobs whilst training at night for it, this Rolex well it’s around three month’s salary. For many people in the back, they have luxuries similar to these but the difference is I worked hard, I sweated and bleed for these luxuries, I wasn’t just handed them. And I wouldn’t want it any other way, I don’t want anything handed to me and that goes for everything in life. Especially when it comes to this business, I plan to come here week after week and wrestle, not perform. This is how I make my living, by hurting other people; I plan on working my way to the top of this company, hell this industry. I don’t have any connections or family ties, I am the first in my family to step foot into the squared circle so I fully expect this to be a long and hard road to the top. But the path I walk will be paved in blood, the blood of my opponents and the suffering of their loved ones as they watch week after week as I physically and mentally dissect any man stupid enough to step into my coliseum. This isn’t entertainment, if you step in-between these four walls with me you better be prepared for battle because my name is Patrick O’Reilly and I am the Boston Beast!”
Colin” The beast is unleashed! I think we just saw the new face of GHW. Tuesday nights just got interesting.”
Al” Don’t ever say that again, some sort of verbal Diarea, how about you shut the fuck up for the rest of the show and just let me call the matches.”
With those his final words, Patrick dropped his microphone and leaves the ring. A small section of the fans begin chanting Boston Beast, this is barely audible on camera and is drowned out once his music hits as he leaves.
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