Post by Scott Simpson on Jun 23, 2013 2:02:40 GMT -5
The scene opens up with Fergus sitting in an empty bar with nothing more than an empty shot glass and a bottle full of Jamison's. Fergus starts to clap
Bravo Adam, I really have to applaud you on interfering in my match once again last week. I guess it was too much to ask for an ego maniac like yourself to stick your nose where it doesn't fucking belong. I guess it had to be done because we both know that you had no confidence in Ortega to soften me up for you to go get the win. Hell I had that match won before you stuck your giant bald head into my fucking business.
Hell maybe I'm looking at it all the wrong way, maybe I should be looking at you needing to attack me because you were jealous that I was main eventing the go home show before our epic clash and you couldn't handle sitting in my shadow. You see Adam, this is no longer the company where you can get your way just because you are fucking the boss’s daughter, and this is a company where you are actually going to have to work for what you get, no more titles just being handed out to you anymore.
I'll give you credit Adam, you are absolutely correct when it comes to having butterflies in my stomach. This is the closest I have ever gotten to a world title and in fact that butterflies feel like they are the size of Mothra. I don't know how I will be able to go out there in front of that crowd and take on someone like you who has been wrestling since the sport was nothing more than guys in leopard print loin clothes wrestling sabretooth tigers. Sure I may be nervous on the inside but I will be doing nothing more than beaming with confidence because I get to wrestle in front of my people.
Yes Adam, you may have the advantage in experience since you have been wrestling since before the creation of the wheel but I have the one factor that helps someone overcome inexperience. I have home field advantage, I will have the crowd on my side and there is no greater feeling in the world than wrestling in front of people who admire you. I have the great equalizing factor on my side. Sure I'm nervous as shit wrestling in front of my people because I don't want to let them down but I'll get a big boost from the Massholes that will come and root me on.
Well I guess the crowd will help but there is also that other piece of the puzzle that will help tip this match in my favor and that is the fact that your precious little sister Zelda appears to have tried to take the cowards way out after he breakup with Will Washington. I don't know what that really says about your family Adam. I'm hoping that you aren't as big of a fucking pussy as your sister is. I hope that when I beat you Sunday night that you don't take a few too many pills and try and lull yourself into the eternal sleep. I know your mind won’t be one hundred percent into the match because you will still have the thought in the back of your mind on whether your little sister will decide to grow a fucking pair and keeping fighting or if she will just fucking quit and be a loser like Thunderkid.
Now let's have a little chat here Adam about your past world title reigns. Let me say that again, your PAST world title reigns. Quit living in the past and look me in the fucking eyes. None of that shit means anything; the only thing that matters is our match Sunday night live from the fucking Boston Garden. Your legacy doesn't mean dick to me Adam, I don't give a shit that you have wrestled and won against the greatest competitors that the sport has to offer because if you want to win the CPW World Heavyweight Championship, you are going to have to defeat me and without the use of dirty cheap shots like you showed me last week.
Honestly, I'm really not trying to let all the pep talk that you gave me go to my head, the way I see it you are just saying that shit because you want me to believe that you actually care about me and we all know you don't give a fucking shit about me, the only thing you care about yourself.
Adam, you are on a hell of a streak right now. You don't seem to be beatable at this moment but that's still not going to stop me from trying. I guess this analogy will work since you are a Dallas guy. It's about time for you to do your best Tony Romo impression, it's time for you to get to the playoffs and shit down your fucking leg and become the laughing stock of the fucking league. Even big badasses like you have time that end up choking and look like fucking retards in front of everyone. This just happens to be your time.
I guess it's time to say fuck it, I guess it's time to go out and do what no one outside the greater Boston metropolis things I can do, I guess it is time for me to go out and shock the fucking world live on pay per view in front millions at home and eighteen thousand and something in the Garden. It's my time now Adam and you shouldn't feel any shame in losing to me. You have had a really good run but everyone has that time when it's just not their time. It's end of era, it's time for the Kingdom of Knite to fall and for the Empire of Callaghan to rise. It's time for someone else to be the face of the company and in the immortal words of Zoidberg, "Why not Fergus." See you Sunday fuckstick, I'll have a drink in remembrance of your legacy that I aim to take a shit on Sunday
Fergus pours a shot of whiskey and puts the bottle down.
To new beginnings.
Fergus pounds the shot and slams the glass upside down on the table as this seen fades to black and another scene opens up with Fergus, Monty and Katie Callaghan sitting out under the stars on a hill overlooking Boston
Monty Scott: Are you ready Fergus?
Fergus Callaghan: I'm about as ready as I'll ever be. I really have no pressure on me honestly; if I win I will have been a part of maybe the biggest upset in wrestling history. If I lose then it's just Fergus being Fergus and I go back to being the nobody that everyone already thinks that I am.
Katie Callaghan: You aren't a loser, you just haven't been able to reach your full potential yet and we all know that beating Adam Knite will do a pretty good job of launching you in the right direction. Plus you have the entire city of Boston backing you and you know that there are no more passionate fans in the entire world. That is something that can't be said about the bandwagon fans that you find in Texas.
Monty Scott: Katie is right and plus you will have me in your corner in case Adam decides to be the dirty cheating ass jockey that we all know he is. No way I'm going to miss out seeing you beat Adam Knite from anywhere besides the best seat in the house.
Fergus Callaghan: Thanks for the support guys it really does mean a lot.
Katie Callaghan: What should we do now?
Fergus Callaghan: I heard one of the bars is holding a pep rally for my fans; I guess we shouldn't disappoint the people and not show up.
Fergus stands up and brushes the grass off of his pants and starts to walk down the hill. As Katie and Monty stand up and start to follow him Fergus breaks into song and sings "For Boston" as the scene fades to black
Bravo Adam, I really have to applaud you on interfering in my match once again last week. I guess it was too much to ask for an ego maniac like yourself to stick your nose where it doesn't fucking belong. I guess it had to be done because we both know that you had no confidence in Ortega to soften me up for you to go get the win. Hell I had that match won before you stuck your giant bald head into my fucking business.
Hell maybe I'm looking at it all the wrong way, maybe I should be looking at you needing to attack me because you were jealous that I was main eventing the go home show before our epic clash and you couldn't handle sitting in my shadow. You see Adam, this is no longer the company where you can get your way just because you are fucking the boss’s daughter, and this is a company where you are actually going to have to work for what you get, no more titles just being handed out to you anymore.
I'll give you credit Adam, you are absolutely correct when it comes to having butterflies in my stomach. This is the closest I have ever gotten to a world title and in fact that butterflies feel like they are the size of Mothra. I don't know how I will be able to go out there in front of that crowd and take on someone like you who has been wrestling since the sport was nothing more than guys in leopard print loin clothes wrestling sabretooth tigers. Sure I may be nervous on the inside but I will be doing nothing more than beaming with confidence because I get to wrestle in front of my people.
Yes Adam, you may have the advantage in experience since you have been wrestling since before the creation of the wheel but I have the one factor that helps someone overcome inexperience. I have home field advantage, I will have the crowd on my side and there is no greater feeling in the world than wrestling in front of people who admire you. I have the great equalizing factor on my side. Sure I'm nervous as shit wrestling in front of my people because I don't want to let them down but I'll get a big boost from the Massholes that will come and root me on.
Well I guess the crowd will help but there is also that other piece of the puzzle that will help tip this match in my favor and that is the fact that your precious little sister Zelda appears to have tried to take the cowards way out after he breakup with Will Washington. I don't know what that really says about your family Adam. I'm hoping that you aren't as big of a fucking pussy as your sister is. I hope that when I beat you Sunday night that you don't take a few too many pills and try and lull yourself into the eternal sleep. I know your mind won’t be one hundred percent into the match because you will still have the thought in the back of your mind on whether your little sister will decide to grow a fucking pair and keeping fighting or if she will just fucking quit and be a loser like Thunderkid.
Now let's have a little chat here Adam about your past world title reigns. Let me say that again, your PAST world title reigns. Quit living in the past and look me in the fucking eyes. None of that shit means anything; the only thing that matters is our match Sunday night live from the fucking Boston Garden. Your legacy doesn't mean dick to me Adam, I don't give a shit that you have wrestled and won against the greatest competitors that the sport has to offer because if you want to win the CPW World Heavyweight Championship, you are going to have to defeat me and without the use of dirty cheap shots like you showed me last week.
Honestly, I'm really not trying to let all the pep talk that you gave me go to my head, the way I see it you are just saying that shit because you want me to believe that you actually care about me and we all know you don't give a fucking shit about me, the only thing you care about yourself.
Adam, you are on a hell of a streak right now. You don't seem to be beatable at this moment but that's still not going to stop me from trying. I guess this analogy will work since you are a Dallas guy. It's about time for you to do your best Tony Romo impression, it's time for you to get to the playoffs and shit down your fucking leg and become the laughing stock of the fucking league. Even big badasses like you have time that end up choking and look like fucking retards in front of everyone. This just happens to be your time.
I guess it's time to say fuck it, I guess it's time to go out and do what no one outside the greater Boston metropolis things I can do, I guess it is time for me to go out and shock the fucking world live on pay per view in front millions at home and eighteen thousand and something in the Garden. It's my time now Adam and you shouldn't feel any shame in losing to me. You have had a really good run but everyone has that time when it's just not their time. It's end of era, it's time for the Kingdom of Knite to fall and for the Empire of Callaghan to rise. It's time for someone else to be the face of the company and in the immortal words of Zoidberg, "Why not Fergus." See you Sunday fuckstick, I'll have a drink in remembrance of your legacy that I aim to take a shit on Sunday
Fergus pours a shot of whiskey and puts the bottle down.
To new beginnings.
Fergus pounds the shot and slams the glass upside down on the table as this seen fades to black and another scene opens up with Fergus, Monty and Katie Callaghan sitting out under the stars on a hill overlooking Boston
Monty Scott: Are you ready Fergus?
Fergus Callaghan: I'm about as ready as I'll ever be. I really have no pressure on me honestly; if I win I will have been a part of maybe the biggest upset in wrestling history. If I lose then it's just Fergus being Fergus and I go back to being the nobody that everyone already thinks that I am.
Katie Callaghan: You aren't a loser, you just haven't been able to reach your full potential yet and we all know that beating Adam Knite will do a pretty good job of launching you in the right direction. Plus you have the entire city of Boston backing you and you know that there are no more passionate fans in the entire world. That is something that can't be said about the bandwagon fans that you find in Texas.
Monty Scott: Katie is right and plus you will have me in your corner in case Adam decides to be the dirty cheating ass jockey that we all know he is. No way I'm going to miss out seeing you beat Adam Knite from anywhere besides the best seat in the house.
Fergus Callaghan: Thanks for the support guys it really does mean a lot.
Katie Callaghan: What should we do now?
Fergus Callaghan: I heard one of the bars is holding a pep rally for my fans; I guess we shouldn't disappoint the people and not show up.
Fergus stands up and brushes the grass off of his pants and starts to walk down the hill. As Katie and Monty stand up and start to follow him Fergus breaks into song and sings "For Boston" as the scene fades to black
For Boston, for Boston,
We sing our proud refrain!
For Boston, for Boston,
'Tis Wisdom's earthly fane.
For here all are one
And their hearts are true,
And the towers on the Heights
Reach to Heav'ns own blue.
For Boston, for Boston,
Till the echoes ring again!
We sing our proud refrain!
For Boston, for Boston,
'Tis Wisdom's earthly fane.
For here all are one
And their hearts are true,
And the towers on the Heights
Reach to Heav'ns own blue.
For Boston, for Boston,
Till the echoes ring again!