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| St. Paddy's Day Celebrations.; Cigars, Dogs and Tramps. | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 18 2009, 11:15 AM (55 Views) | |
| Skone | Mar 18 2009, 11:15 AM Post #1 |
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The scene opens up in a beautiful park, tree's surround the scene and green grass sways gently as the wind blows. As we continue to search around our scene we see a park bench covered in newspaper, underneath the newspapers is a body, dead or alive? We're about to find out as the camera slowly moves towards it. A hand from behind the camera reaches out and removes some of the crumpled papers to reveal Harrison O'Reily. A bottle of half drunken champagne in one hand and a burnt out cigar in the other, he stirs a bit and slowly opens his eyes. From behind a nearby tree FIW's resident pain in the arse Toby Bostock makes himself appear, apparently still stalking Harrison O'Reily and Blake Orange. He sees this as his moment to question Harrison O'Reily and approaches the park bench cautiously. Toby Bostock: *whispering* Is he awake yet? We can't see the response from the cameraman but the positive nod from the shake of the camera can confirm the good news for Bostock who gets ready to pounce on Harrison. Harrison: Arrrrgh, gimme' back ma' lucky charms Toby Bostock taps Harrison on the shoulder and he springs up off the bench. Wearing a white shirt and a tie, his suit jacket on backwards as a make shift duvet for the night. The most disturbing thing however is that Harrison appears to not be wearing any trousers, just an ill fitting pair of boxer shorts. Harrison: I'll fight ya' Toby Bostock: Please...No...Mr. O'Reily...It's....It's me, Toby Bostock. Harrison: Jesus Christ Bostock, whats wrong with you. I thought this stalker phase of yours has passed and I was finally rid of you but here you are, following me to Cardiff, stalking me to...I don't even know where the hell I am Toby Bostock: We're in a local park Mr. O'Reily, more importantly...Where are your pants? Harrison looks down and then looks back up again at Toby. Harrison: Long story short I lost them to a tramp playing a game of dice. I'm sure the dirty bastard was using a set of loaded dice...Bastard. Toby Bostock: This doesn't seem to be the most ideal of preparations for your upcoming Fighting Spirit Championship title match. Harrison: It's been St. Patrick's day Bostock and with me being Irish I thought it only fair that I celebrate. Myself and Blake Orange had a wild night out on the town, where he is now however remains to be discovered. Toby Bostock: So how did you end up on this park bench Mr. O'Reily. Harrison: Bostock, not even I could answer that question for you, probably when I started chasing them dogs after they stole my kebab. The way they looked at me and came at me was like a hate campaign against kebabs, or I was eating one of there relatives. You can never be too careful when you're in the valleys you know. God knows what they use as kebab meat. Toby Bostock: Dogs? Harrison: A kebab is a kebab Bostock. The ideal way to end St. Paddy's night if I say so myself, despite waking up without my trousers. They were a £600 pair of trousers you know Toby. Toby looks quite shocked into the direction of Harrison who for the first time in a year has called him by his first name. Toby Bostock: You...You called me Toby. Harrison: Don't get used to it boy, I don't know though Toby, maybe it's the fresh spring morning air filling my lungs, maybe it's the upcoming Fighting Spirit Championship shot I have at Anarchy in the UK. Most importantly though Bostock, I'd say it's the absolutely stinking foul hangover I have from consuming my body-weight in Guinness and Tequila. It was ideal that Paddy's day came so soon, I needed to take my mind off the events from Sunday night. Toby Bostock: Although you weren't pinned on Sunday night you still suffered a loss at the hands of Jenny Chennault. Harrison: If I remember correctly Bostock it was in fact Shaun Wilson who got pinned on Sunday night. I dominated that match from start to finish and made all three people in that ring suffer. The fact I didn't get the pin fall doesn't bother me Bostock, the fact I won't have the little 'W' next to my name as it gets cemented in FIW LORE~! It's irrelevant to me because what matters to me is in two weeks time I shall be facing off against Ash Koopa for his Fighting Spirit belt. Unfortunately I don't get the privilege to face him one on one and really make that southern prick suffer, then again, I'll get another two guys to chuck around the ring and regret their decision to get involved with my business. I've proved over and over again to Shaun Wilson that he can't hang with the Irish Juggernaut in the ring, he's been awfully quiet as of late hasn't he Bostock. Have you heard anything from him. Toby Bostock: Not a peep Mr. O'Reily. Harrison: Well if you see him in the next few days Bostock just pass him this message. Don't get in my way Wilson, don't stand in the way of me achieving what I desire, what I need. The Fighting Spirit Championship slung over my shoulder and some more gold brought into the Smarty Smark camp. Toby Bostock: Speaking of your involvement with Smarty Smark and Smark is the added addition of Jorge O'Brien, Jim O'Brien's son in your title match going to cause any complications. Harrison: I'm sure there will be some sort of arrangement between the two of us and Jorge will have his priorities sorted and know what will be needed of him. Harrison looks down the neck of the champagne bottle that he's been holding the entire time, realising it's empty he chucks it away. Taking off his jacket he reaches into the pocket and removes another cigar and places it in his mouth. Reaching into the other pocket he removes an orange zippo lighter with the orange family crest engraved on the front. Lighting the cigar he slumps back onto the bench. Harrison: Don't get me wrong now, I look up to Jim O'Brien, I have a massive respect for the man and I can only see him benefiting my career along with Mr. Smark. But if his son happens to get in my way then I will not be held responsible for what happens nor will I apologise to Jim for my actions. Toby Bostock: And a message for Ash Koopa. Harrison: We'll wait and see what he has to say for himself, I'll keep Mr. Koopa on the edge of his seat, no rush now is there Bostock. Toby Bostock: I suppose not Mr. O'Rei.... Harrison: Son of a bitch! Harrison looks to his left and sees the tramp who 'conned' him out of his suit trousers. Harrison stands up and starts to run towards the tramp with revenge in his eyes. The camera turns back to Toby who just shrugs in confusion as our scene fades to black. |
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