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| Scare Tactics; -=Owen McConnaigh=- | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 4 2008, 11:30 PM (34 Views) | |
| Willie | Apr 4 2008, 11:30 PM Post #1 |
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When the scene opens, we find ourselves inside the locker room of the Saints once again, but this time, quite suprisingly enough in fact, only one man is seen in the room, a TV with flickering static in front of him. The frosted-blonde tips of his hair tell us it's the Irish Wolfhound, the submissions master Owen McConnaigh that's seated there, dressed in an emerald green singlet with black boots and equally green kneepads, his apparent gear for the night's match. Once the ever-roaming camera gets a good lock on Mr. McConnaigh, the 'youngest of the flock' as Priest so eloquently put it wastes no time talking. Owen: "So, brothers, it would seem to m'self that whoever it is that's debuting against me and my brother Finn tonight...Want to take this debut rather personally. I make no excuses or stories, what I saw in that video disgusted me. Angered me. Not because it was a shot against what me and my brothers believe in, as it so blatantly attempted to be...it was because it was true. The world ain't so pink and happy as it once was, my friends. God has lost touch with...a lot of people, whether by His design, or their design...or somethin' else entirely, as you no doubt saw in the video. But, you know, that is not the objective my brothers and I carry here into FIW. We're not here to preach the Word. You want to hear that? Go to a church, mate, that's what they're for. We are WRESTLERS. We have come here to entertain these fans, and show FIW that we Irishmen, we McConnaighs truly DO belong among the ranks of the world's best grapplers. Our dad always told us that one day, our moment in the sun would come, and that not just all of Ireland, but all the world over would herald our rise to legendary status....and Finn, Priest and I shall not stop until we reach that moment. We will stop at nothing, I swear to you all before God. Now...What I have to say is this." Owen's striking blue eyes remain focused with the camera as he rises suddenly out of his seat, every muscle in his ripped body tensing up with anger as he speaks. Owen: "You boys may think you've shaken our faith in God with what you showed the world, you boys may think you've drawn us out to be hypocrites and the proverbial lemmings diving off a cliff, but you are sadly, sorely, and undeniably mistaken. You boys tried to say that there is no God if such evil exists in the world as it does, but once again you are mistaken. To me, to Finn, there are those that hear God and those that do not. The drunk who strikes his wife, the fallen messenger accused of crimes against the body of a child...The police who abuse their power and then hide behind their badge when they are questioned...THEY do not hear God's call. They do not hear God's cries, they do not feel the guilt felt when a wrongdoing is committed." Owen gives us the proverbial 'yes, I mean it' nod, the nod that normally breaks up a sentence...yeah, you get what I mean. Now, Owen shoots a taped finger into the air, bringing us to another point. Owen: "But that does not prevent God from loving them and believing in them and believing that...Redemption is possible. For anyone. It rings true for the boy who, even after being struck by that SUV he hangs onto the hope that everything will be okay, that his body and life will find redemption despite his horrible injuries and that ALONE allows him to hang on to his life just long enough for the life-saving surgery to be done. It allows the drunk, deaf as he is to the world around him, to find the strength within himself to wrest his soul free of the damning hold his bottle has upon him because he knows what good will come if he allows his life to be redeemed, hard as the path may be, he chooses to walk it. It even rings true for the fanatics, the maniacal sort who take the love of God and twist it and decay it so that they can justify the evil, horrific things that they do, only succeeding in tempting God's wrath for their foolishness and for their messages of hate and darkness. Redemption is possible.... it is true even for you two men. For while you have not tempted the wrath of God per say...you have tempted the wrath of the McConnaigh brothers, the Saints of South Ireland. And I guarantee you boys...Though our Lord is forgiving...the McConnaighs shall not be so, especially when it deals with evil men such as you." Now he points this finger very threateningly at the screen, narrowing his eyes, his blue orbs almost like superheated pinpoint lasers now. Owen: "You men will know, as painfully as my brother Finn and I will have to point it out to you, that we Saints of South Ireland mean BUSINESS. We are here to succeed, to win, to prove to our fans that we are the best pound-for-pound tag team in the world today. And we also intend to prove to God that His faith in our family has not been mistaken, as our faith in Him has not been. To accomplish these tasks, we must...MUST dispatch of you two men. For we cannot allow such evil on good conscience to exist in this business. God help you men when Finn and I come for you on ReVolt." Owen pauses, a stern look still etched onto his handsome Irish features. Owen: "God help you." Scene. |
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