Post by merlinmatrix on May 1, 2007 18:33:48 GMT -6
The cameras of POW New England tonight have found their way to Hennessy's of Boston the best Irish Pub of Boston for the past five years to a back table full laughing people, glasses of Guinness and the center of the merriment: the Irish Brawler, New England’s future champ, Mick Cormac. The table goes quiet as Mick chuckles a little bit more at some joke told earlier without noticing the cameras until he looks into the lens with glassy eyes and a huge smile on my face.
Cormac: It seems that you have found me out and about in the only city worth my time and talent in all of New England Boston, Massachusetts!!!
The table erupts with cheering and singing.
Cormac (quieting the table): Hush folks hush!! I do have bad news though for all the fine folks here tonight (looks at the camera and winks) and for all of those sitting at home and not enjoying the fine evening and even finer women of this great city of the Red Sox (crowd erupts again) Hush damnit! (chuckling), the bad news is that Mr. Zevon is my opponent (the people hiss and boo) I know I know it’s really unfair to everyone that has to be there at the Big Bang on Sunday has to watch a truly boring cat obsessed, limp-wristed excuse of a fighter in the ring. The man is truly a prime example of why abortions should be encouraged more than shunned. Zevon do yourself a favour and stay in Ohio with your cat because there is no why at all you are going to beat me in fact I hope you have a good insurance plan because if you step into that ring I am going to break you into two with an Irish Car Bomb. But I won’t finish there no, no, no Mr. Zevon I take pride, almost a sick devotion to beating a man. I’ll pummel you with left and rights to your little face making into some form of horror that once looked human. And I’ll continue even further by stretching that face out with some Fish and Chips. Finally when you’re nothing more than a broken image of your past self I’m going to end your career like I did Bloodmoon’s but unlike him I’ll make sure that there will never be a chance to return to wrestling ever again Zevon. See I’m going to cinch that soon to be battered little head of yours into my shoulder and break your neck with the Emerald Isle Sting. And you see no one will be able to come out and help you because of that little stipulation Mr. Lovejoy created. So no one will save you Zevon, no one because after Lovejoy gets done with them they’ll have me to deal with afterwards. And if you decide to show up for Big Bang you’ll find out first hand of what happens to those who get in my way of what I want, of what is mine.
The crowd is now cheering after Mick’s rant and applauding for his promise of violence.
Cormac: You see the reason I attacked you after the tag match is because I wanted to give you a little taste of what to expect on Sunday Zevon. And you did the smartest thing you could and I’m telling you right now that you should think about doing it again: Run away. Run as fast as you can. Do yourself a favour and run. Run on over to Kansas and beg Tito to take you into the Midwest because you won’t be able to survive in New England Zevon. Because no matter where you go I’ll be there. I’m already in your mind Zevon. I am the man that makes you wake in a cold sweat from fear every night. I am the stuff your nightmares are made of.
A voice from the bar is loudly shouted over the throngs of people in the pub that have now surrounded the cameras and Mick’s table.
Unknown Voice: You don’t look much to me!
Cormac (shouting back): Who said that!
The Crowd parts and the man behind the voice steps up. He is inches shorter than Cormac but his girth of muscles and drunken demeanor are obviously seen.
Man: I did. My name Trevor Adams and bet you anything that you ain’t nothing’.
Cormac (stepping into the gap of people): Trevor you have two options you can leave now on your own will or on a stretcher.
Adams (steps up and pokes Cormac in the chest): Cormac you ain’t nothing but a loud mouth little paddy bastard. I ain’t afraid of you.
Cormac(smiling): You have three (holds up three fingers) count em’ dumb f**k, three hits to take me down for free and than I start in.
Adams (sneering): You ain’t nothing’ (rears back with a left and smacks Cormac stone cold on the cheek)
The hit snaps Cormac’s head to the side. Mick moves back straight and rubs his jaw a bit smiling.
Cormac: ONE!
Adams rears back a right hook and moves Cormac’s upper torso to the side. Cormac starts to straighten himself and spits out blood from a cut he got from inside of his cheek. He looks straight into Adams eyes and whips off his mouth. Adams shows fear and starts to shake with balled up fists.
Cormac: TWO!
Adams panics and hits Cormac straight on in the nuts making him double over and fall to his knees. Adams turns around and starts to celebrate in front of a booing tavern.
Adams: I told you he ain’t nothing (does a couple phantom puches and starts to turn around) You hear me you ain…..
Cormac (rising to his feet): THREE! My turn.
Adams starts to run away but Cormac is quicker with a running tackle to his midsection that knocks Adams of his feet. Adams quickly tries to get up but Cormac has a hold on Trevor’s ankle tripping him up again. Cormac quickly shimmied his self towards Adams face and locked in Fish and Chips on him with his knee in the small of the man’s back. The man quickly starts to tap.
Cormac: I’m not done with you yet asshole.
Cormac grabs the back of the mans head with a handful of hair and shoves Adam’s face into the wooden floor of the pub not once not twice but three times. He than starts to rise with Trevor still in his control and raises them both to their feet. Adam’s tries a couple of swings at Cormac.
Cormac: Don’t even f**kin’ think about it!
Cormac sends a few hard lefts into the man’s face blooding it even more. He than hooks in Trevor’s head low, spinning Adams whole body towards the ceiling and delivers his modified DDT Guinness Draught. Cormac than moves around and sits on the mans stomach and starts pounding away on his face. Two large bouncers come up and try to pull Cormac off. Cormac quickly elbows one in the face and a large cracking sound is heard.
Bouncer: He bwok maw nose.
The second bouncer tries to quickly grab Mick around his waist but soon finds his head wrapped by Cormac’s arm and resting on Mick’s shoulder. Cormac quickly delivers the EIS and sends the man sprawling onto the ground. Mick is on top of Adam’s again and continues with his pummeling barrage again. Quickly, the bouncer with the broken nose comes up again with another fresh bouncer and they both get a quick and hard hold on Cormac and start to drag him off. The cameras follow as Cormac starts yelling straight with hate in his eyes and blood on his face at them.
Cormac: That’s what you have in store Zevon!!! That’s what you’re going to get you son of a bitch. You can’t stop me!!! Nobody can stop me!!!! That title is as good as mine!!!
Cormac: It seems that you have found me out and about in the only city worth my time and talent in all of New England Boston, Massachusetts!!!
The table erupts with cheering and singing.
Cormac (quieting the table): Hush folks hush!! I do have bad news though for all the fine folks here tonight (looks at the camera and winks) and for all of those sitting at home and not enjoying the fine evening and even finer women of this great city of the Red Sox (crowd erupts again) Hush damnit! (chuckling), the bad news is that Mr. Zevon is my opponent (the people hiss and boo) I know I know it’s really unfair to everyone that has to be there at the Big Bang on Sunday has to watch a truly boring cat obsessed, limp-wristed excuse of a fighter in the ring. The man is truly a prime example of why abortions should be encouraged more than shunned. Zevon do yourself a favour and stay in Ohio with your cat because there is no why at all you are going to beat me in fact I hope you have a good insurance plan because if you step into that ring I am going to break you into two with an Irish Car Bomb. But I won’t finish there no, no, no Mr. Zevon I take pride, almost a sick devotion to beating a man. I’ll pummel you with left and rights to your little face making into some form of horror that once looked human. And I’ll continue even further by stretching that face out with some Fish and Chips. Finally when you’re nothing more than a broken image of your past self I’m going to end your career like I did Bloodmoon’s but unlike him I’ll make sure that there will never be a chance to return to wrestling ever again Zevon. See I’m going to cinch that soon to be battered little head of yours into my shoulder and break your neck with the Emerald Isle Sting. And you see no one will be able to come out and help you because of that little stipulation Mr. Lovejoy created. So no one will save you Zevon, no one because after Lovejoy gets done with them they’ll have me to deal with afterwards. And if you decide to show up for Big Bang you’ll find out first hand of what happens to those who get in my way of what I want, of what is mine.
The crowd is now cheering after Mick’s rant and applauding for his promise of violence.
Cormac: You see the reason I attacked you after the tag match is because I wanted to give you a little taste of what to expect on Sunday Zevon. And you did the smartest thing you could and I’m telling you right now that you should think about doing it again: Run away. Run as fast as you can. Do yourself a favour and run. Run on over to Kansas and beg Tito to take you into the Midwest because you won’t be able to survive in New England Zevon. Because no matter where you go I’ll be there. I’m already in your mind Zevon. I am the man that makes you wake in a cold sweat from fear every night. I am the stuff your nightmares are made of.
A voice from the bar is loudly shouted over the throngs of people in the pub that have now surrounded the cameras and Mick’s table.
Unknown Voice: You don’t look much to me!
Cormac (shouting back): Who said that!
The Crowd parts and the man behind the voice steps up. He is inches shorter than Cormac but his girth of muscles and drunken demeanor are obviously seen.
Man: I did. My name Trevor Adams and bet you anything that you ain’t nothing’.
Cormac (stepping into the gap of people): Trevor you have two options you can leave now on your own will or on a stretcher.
Adams (steps up and pokes Cormac in the chest): Cormac you ain’t nothing but a loud mouth little paddy bastard. I ain’t afraid of you.
Cormac(smiling): You have three (holds up three fingers) count em’ dumb f**k, three hits to take me down for free and than I start in.
Adams (sneering): You ain’t nothing’ (rears back with a left and smacks Cormac stone cold on the cheek)
The hit snaps Cormac’s head to the side. Mick moves back straight and rubs his jaw a bit smiling.
Cormac: ONE!
Adams rears back a right hook and moves Cormac’s upper torso to the side. Cormac starts to straighten himself and spits out blood from a cut he got from inside of his cheek. He looks straight into Adams eyes and whips off his mouth. Adams shows fear and starts to shake with balled up fists.
Cormac: TWO!
Adams panics and hits Cormac straight on in the nuts making him double over and fall to his knees. Adams turns around and starts to celebrate in front of a booing tavern.
Adams: I told you he ain’t nothing (does a couple phantom puches and starts to turn around) You hear me you ain…..
Cormac (rising to his feet): THREE! My turn.
Adams starts to run away but Cormac is quicker with a running tackle to his midsection that knocks Adams of his feet. Adams quickly tries to get up but Cormac has a hold on Trevor’s ankle tripping him up again. Cormac quickly shimmied his self towards Adams face and locked in Fish and Chips on him with his knee in the small of the man’s back. The man quickly starts to tap.
Cormac: I’m not done with you yet asshole.
Cormac grabs the back of the mans head with a handful of hair and shoves Adam’s face into the wooden floor of the pub not once not twice but three times. He than starts to rise with Trevor still in his control and raises them both to their feet. Adam’s tries a couple of swings at Cormac.
Cormac: Don’t even f**kin’ think about it!
Cormac sends a few hard lefts into the man’s face blooding it even more. He than hooks in Trevor’s head low, spinning Adams whole body towards the ceiling and delivers his modified DDT Guinness Draught. Cormac than moves around and sits on the mans stomach and starts pounding away on his face. Two large bouncers come up and try to pull Cormac off. Cormac quickly elbows one in the face and a large cracking sound is heard.
Bouncer: He bwok maw nose.
The second bouncer tries to quickly grab Mick around his waist but soon finds his head wrapped by Cormac’s arm and resting on Mick’s shoulder. Cormac quickly delivers the EIS and sends the man sprawling onto the ground. Mick is on top of Adam’s again and continues with his pummeling barrage again. Quickly, the bouncer with the broken nose comes up again with another fresh bouncer and they both get a quick and hard hold on Cormac and start to drag him off. The cameras follow as Cormac starts yelling straight with hate in his eyes and blood on his face at them.
Cormac: That’s what you have in store Zevon!!! That’s what you’re going to get you son of a bitch. You can’t stop me!!! Nobody can stop me!!!! That title is as good as mine!!!