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Post by Admin on Jun 14, 2021 9:12:52 GMT -6
 MHW ThrowDown Television Championship
"Mad Dog" Mark Wright© vs "Psycho" Saoirse MaguireRoleplay Limit: ONERoleplay Deadline: Saturday, June 26, 2021 @ 7PM Central |
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Post by maddog on Jun 18, 2021 10:41:43 GMT -6
Mad Dog's House
Big Ugly, WV
6/13/21 - Off Camera
"Cause the biggest things in life are your friends and family
And I like my jeans and my old t-shirts
And a couple extra pounds never really hurt
'Cause a country boy is all I'll ever be"
Gideon Marshall Wright, this little boy is the spitting image of his father and the true definition of rambunctious. His favorite hobbies are fishing with his Pop-Pop, watching his daddy wrestle, not listening to anything anyone tells him and giving his mother heart attacks. After watching his daddy Mad Dog defeat Saoirse Maguire, Gideon thought it would be fun to give his wrestling buddy the "go mad" diving headbutt.
So, while his Momma was busy talking to his Daddy, Gideon body slams his stuffed wrestling buddy and then he climbs onto the coffee table. Gideon looks down at the stuffed toy and thinks, "this isn't high enough". Gideon then scales the back of the couch. Gideon steadies himself on the Ashley Furniture wooden-backed couch and then leaps off. Unfortunately for Gideon, he overshoots the wrestling buddy and lands with a thud on the hardwood floor.
Gideon's head bounces with a loud thud on the wooden floor, and a golf ball-sized knot pops up almost instantly. His mother hears the thud and drops the phone as she rushes with concern to her baby boy. His father, Mad Dog, is left sitting in a locker room of the Magness arena on the other side of the country, and with no idea what just happened and the fear of the unknown.
That was June 13th, today Mad Dog is home, and after a one-sided discussion that bordered on argumentative, it is time for Mad Dog to have a talk with his son. Mad Dog walks into his son’s bedroom where Gideon is sitting on his bed playing Nintendo.
Hey buddy, pause that and let old dad talk to you a bit.
Gideon pauses the game and lays his switch controller down as Mad Dog sits on the edge of the bed.
Buddy, you gave your momma and me a scare when you bumped your noggin.
I know dad, I didn't mean to, I'm sorry.
We know you didn't buddy. But look, you can't be doing moves like that to your toy, it's too dangerous.
But I was just doing the same move you do Dad. Pop Pop even showed me videos of him and his grandpappy doing it.
Mad Dog sighs and rubs his head.
Well, buddy, we didn't start out doing stuff like that, we all learned the basics first. Plus, the ring is softer than our floor.
Gideon sits up and scoots closer to his dad.
When can I start learning to wrestle? I want to be just like you, Pop-Pop, and Grand Pappy.
Mad Dog smiles a smile that can only come from a feeling of fatherly pride.
Well buddy, how about we sign you up for peewee wrestling in November?
AWESOME! Can I give someone a headbutt then?
Mad Dog laughs softly as he puts his arm around his son.
No buddy, no headbutts yet, but I think you are going to love giving people a cowboy.
Cowboy? YEEHAW!!!
Gideon hops off the bed and starts shooting finger guns which causes Mad Dog to laugh as the scene fades out.
I-270
Denver, CO
6/24/21 – Off Camera
*Ptui*
Mad Dog spits his tobacco juice into his empty Mountain Dew bottle as he stares out the window of the Ford Escape Uber that picked him and Sunny up from the airport. They are currently stuck in rush hour traffic, and Mad Dog is getting restless. He isn’t used to traffic, skyscrapers, and people everywhere you turn around. Mad Dog is used to wide-open spaces and privacy. Mad Dog pulls his phone from his pocket and looks at the lock screen which is a picture of his two kids. Mad Dog smiles and then sighs as he shoves his phone back in his pocket. Mad Dog sighs as he rubs his shaved head, with thoughts of his family and home dancing around in his head.
Sunny is oblivious to Mad Dog as Sunny stares at his phone and the traffic.
Waze says it is going to take us an hour to get to the hotel. What kind of moron books us a flight into Denver at rush hour on a Friday? I’m going to talk to Robert and Katrina and get whoever is in travel fired, or at the very least get them a severe tongue lashing. How could they do this to the champion of television? Over a hundred million people watch TV in America alone, which makes you the most viewed wrestler in the company and they want to drop us in an Uber at rush hour. Right Mark?
Mark?
Sunny looks over to see Mad Dog staring out the window of the Escape. Sunny nudges Mark’s shoulder and snaps him out of it. Mad Dog sits up and spits into his bottle again.
*Ptui*
You ok?
Ah Sunny, I just hate leaving the family at home. I feel guilty leaving Heather at home with the youngin’s while I’m across the country getten drove around, haven people take my picture, and staying in fancy hotels,
Mark, this is an Uber and we are staying at the Marriott, and I mean the Courtyard, not even the nice Marriott. It isn’t exactly flying in private jets and staying at the Ritz Carlton, this is a work trip.
Yeah, but… ah sh*t Sunny, I just miss um anytime I’m away from um.
Mad Dog spits into the bottle again and shakes his head before looking out the window. Sunny smiles and leans against his door.
Your Father used to act the same way on his long trips. I remember one trip to Puerto Rico when your brother was in a car wreck, he was about to swim back to the States he got so antsy waiting on a flight.
Mad Dog looks over to Sunny who sits with a smile on his face.
He never went back on the road after that either. He said he couldn’t leave his family alone like that again.
I didn’t know that, I remember him wrestling after that, but now that I think about it, he was home every night then and started in the mines soon after that.
He was right on the cusp of greatness. He had a match for the Caribbean championship the night that he left, but he gave it up to come home. Some big-time promoters were expecting to watch him that night. I know to this day he regrets it, but his family was more important.
Just then Mad Dogs phone chimes from his pocket. Mad Dog pulls his phone up and opens a video of his kids playing that his wife sent him. He smiles as he watches the video, and as it ends he looks over at Sunny.
Mark, you are on the cusp of greatness just like your father was that night in Puerto Rico. If you want to go drop that belt off at the Magness arena and go back home tonight I won’t begrudge you one bit, but let me ask you, will you be able to live with that? I’ll tell you this though, it ate your father up, and I’m willing to be it will do the same to you.
Mad Dog shakes his head and looks at Sunny.
Hell naw, I ain’t given up on my dreams, because I don’t want my kids to ever give up on theirs. I might have to spend some time away from home, but by God, I’m going to make that time away from them worth it.
Sunny smiles.
Good, because I’d hate to see you going home with your tail between your legs and not even a pot to piss in.
Mad Dog shakes his head.
Another dog joke and I thought you were supposed to be the smart one of us.
*Ptui*
Courtyard by Marriott
Denver, CO
6/25/21 - On Camera
The shot opens to Sunny Jim sitting in the hot tub next to the pool of the hotel. Sunny sips his coffee and gives an annoying “aaaahhh”, as he swallows his drink. The view is blurred though and as the camera focuses it is clear that the view is through a window from outside. As the camera zooms out, we see Mark Wright sitting at a small patio table outside of the pool area. Mad Dog takes a puff of his Black and Mild as he looks at Sunny. Mad Dog shakes his head as he slowly exhales and turns back to the camera.
That Sunny, man, I tell ya he don’t like nuthin if it ain’t luxurious.
Mad Dog takes a sip of his coffee and shakes his head while giving a little laugh.
Me though, old Mad Dog, shoot I don’t know nothin but the hard way. My motto might as well be, “if it ain’t as hard as it can be, don’t sign me up”, and I got about one of the hardest matches someone can have, a rematch. If there had been some time that had passed, it’d be one thing, but old Saoirse and me running it back right after we done did the damn thing. Shoot, I don’t blame um though, we tore the roof off the old Magness arena, I’m surprised they got it put back on so fast.
I was also surprised by just how damn tough you are girl. You’re like a real-life, female version of Might Mouse. You hit like a man twice your weight and kick like a mule, but at the end of it all, old Mad Dog got the dub and got his hand raised. And just like that meme with old Goofy on it, I’ll f**ken do it again.
I took the best that ya had, except that kick you knocked old Gabriel Buckeye out with, and I know you gonna be looking for it right out the box. It’s the only shot you got at beaten old Mad Dog, but hey, you still got a puncher's chance. That’s the only chance you got, a lucky knockout blow. You done threw everything else ya had at me, knocked me down, but not out, even busted old Mad Dog open. At the end of it though, everyone saw that this old dog's head is harder than everything you got. And just like you earned my respect, old Mad Dog earned the respect of the Mile High faithful.
Yeah, I heard them barks when I got my hand raised, don’t think old Mad Dog ain’t hear the dog pound redneckignizing me. Real recognize real, the fans of Mile High the real, and when I won that Throw Down championship in the impressive fashion I did, I proved old Mad Dog is the real too. But, Saoirse, you showed me you real too, so to beat ya back-to-back old Mad Dog is going to have to bring more than his A-game, I’m gonna have to bring that A+ game. It gotta be ninety-nine-point-nine percent. because ain’t nobody ever been hundred percent except the one who walked on water.
Saoirse, ya found out last time that my bite is much worse than my bark, and I ain’t just barken to hear my head rattle. I’m tellen ya the God’s honest truth, I’m gonna drop my noggin on ya and knock ya out again. I’m just the like the U.S, of A in the world wars, back-to-back winners baby.
Mad Dog gives a goofy smile and goes to take a drag from his Black, but realizes it has gone out while he has been talking. “Dang it,” Mad Dog says as he pulls his lighter from his pocket. As Mad Dog lights his cigar Sunny walks out to the small paddy tying a knot in the belt of the robe he is wearing.
Mark, that is a disgusting habit.
As disgusting as sitting in a pot of strangers boiling piss?
Sunny looks disgusted as he towels the water out of his ears.
What on Earth are you talking about.
That hot tub, you know people be pissing in it just like they do the pool. You’re just in there relaxing in some boiling piss.
Don’t be so crude Mark.
Mad Dog laughs as he takes a drag from the black. Sunny sits across from him at the small patio table. Sunny notices the camera and gives a smile as he drapes his towel over his shoulders and around his neck.
Speaking of crude, it looks like my client is once again stepping into the ring with the tattooed, skank that calls herself Psycho. The only thing psycho about you Saoirse is thinking you can beat Mad Dog. Albert Einstein famously said that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, but expecting different results. Saoirse, an Einstein you are not, insane, well you very well might be, mentally handicap, you most certainly are.
You have to be mentally challenged if you think you are going to fair any better your second time against Mad Dog than you did your first time. Round one you had the element of surprise, because neither he, nor I thought you were going to be as tough as you are, but you showed us differently. However, just like with yours and the other Maidens wardrobes, you showed too much. You showed us everything you’ve got.
Except for that kick.
Do you mean the one that knocked out Gabriel Ohio?
The exact same one.
Oh, sorry I had forgotten about it because no one had mentioned it in about five minutes. The hype over the kick lasted longer than your reign as Throw Down champion for crying out loud, and it lasted a lot longer than you did and ever will against Mad Dog. It took Mad Dog less than twelve minutes to take that championship from you, that’s even shorter than my second marriage.
Not by much.
Mark, leave the quips and one-liners to me. Saoirse, you’ve had you’re fifteen minutes of fame… well, twelve minutes of fame I suppose, but I digress. Saoirse, your time has come and gone, and now is the time for the big, bad, mad dog to eat. He’s the new leader of the pack, and he’s the new alpha around here. Right now, he is the Throw Down champion, but soon he will move up the food chain and take the Phoenix championship before finally reaching the apex and claiming the Ultimate championship.
Mad Dog will be at the top of the food chain faster than you lost the Throw Down championship, and his historic rise to the top of Mile High Wrestling will not be derailed, or even delayed by an insignificant little twit like you. While Mad Dog will be talked about in history books for years to come, you will be nothing more than a trivia question of who was the shortest reigning Throw Down champion.
And, who knocked out Gabriel Ohio.
Oh, I’m sure Skrabz will knock him out soon enough and take the only shining moment of Saoirse’s career away. How bad must it feel to know that the only things that have ever made you relevant in Mile High are so quickly fleeting away? Mad Dog took your championship in record time, Skrabz will soon erase your FOOTNOTE in history of knocking Gabriel Ohio out, and Mad Dog will snuff out your last chance at a championship here in Mile High. It’s enough o drive some… well… insane. Oh, wait, I just figured it out, all your mediocrity is what has driven you insane. Of course, you were trained by your fugly wife Bruiser, so why wouldn’t you be a loser? Run with the lame and you will develop a limp, and Bruiser certainly is lame.
I guess I was wrong about you though Saoirse. You are a psycho, driven mad by your failures in life. A failure as a tag team partner to Bandit, she wised up and found herself a better partner, wonder how much longer it will be until Bruiser does the same? A failure as a Maiden, you don’t even have a special title, you’re just a member and those broads will let any gash join in. A failure as a spouse, you beat your wife, the woman you love and share a bed with to gain that Throw Down championship, only to lose it in your first defense. This brings me to your last failure or the last one I’ll mention anyway, your failure as a champion. You couldn’t even make it one defense before you lost, because that is what you are… a loser. Born to a loser family, joined a gang of losers, married a loser, and at Throw Down you will; be made a loser once more.
Sunny sits back, crosses his legs, and places his hands in his lap, and gives a very smug smile to the camera. The camera pans slowly to focus on Mad Dog, who has what can only be described as a “sh*t eating grin”. Mad Dog shakes his head with a slight chuckle as he puffs the Black. Sunny notices Mad Dogs look and sits up.
What?
Nuthin man.
No, I know that look, what is so funny.
Well, Sunny, you have done verbally assaulted that girl.
Yeah, and I’ll leave the physically assaulting to you,
Mad Dog smiles as he takes another puff.
You dang right Sunny, and that is exactly what I’ma do. I wasn’t expecting her power last time, wasn’t anticipating her haven them hands oh stone, but hey, cats outta the bag now. Girl can scrap, but I done shown she can’t scrap like old Mad Dog. Don’t feel bad though darlin, ain’t nobody round here, or anywhere that can scrap like old Mad Dog. You know that already though don’t ya?
Yeah, you predicted it last time round, when you assumed how I got the name of Mad Dog. You thought I got the name from fighten tooth and nail, and you hit the damn nail right on the head with that one girl. And the proof was in the pudden, and ya found out first hand when ya stepped in the ring with old Mad Dog. The ring is my yard, and I’ll tear the ass outta any old dog that wanders into my yard. Unfortunately for you, you gotta stroll through that yard one more time.
I know you ain’t coming with ya tail tucked between ya legs, I know you’re gonna be coming for blood and the Throw Down championship. But watch ya hands when you reach for my championship, cause when I bite, you gonna pull back a bloody stub. I understand you want your championship back, but that Throw Down championship is just like my rifle, you can have it when you pry it from my cold, dead hands.
Saoirse, we got a new date, but it’s the same Mad Dog time, same Mad Dog place, and will end in the same Mad Dog fashion. Either you will learn the Wright Way, or you’ll go mad.
Mad Dog grows a wicked grin on his face as he takes a drag from the Black and the scene fades out.
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Post by Psycho on Jun 26, 2021 16:25:34 GMT -6
Off-Camera
Tuesday, June 22, 2021
Booker Office
The Barn
Belle Chasse, Louisiana
11:52 AM CDT
The Barn was set to have a relatively quiet week.
Usually, Wednesday night was the fight night and a usual fight card would be somewhere between six and eight. A heavy one would be around ten. Sometimes on rare occasions they would have an even bigger card but they were frowned upon because of how late the spectators and participants would get out of the building. It was the kind of hassle nobody wanted to deal with since the locals and the local police departments tended to brown on taking business away from Bourbon Street after midnight.
The locals wanted their peace and quiet.
The local law enforcement wanted roughly the same thing
The businessmen based in New Orleans wanted all the money coming their way after a certain hour.
It was a delicate balancing act that allowed the whole area to function as one big coalescing organism of an economy. Everybody worked with everybody else to make sure they all got their slice of the pie.
“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire walks into the room and sits down at the desk with her fellow Shieldmaiden, Kerry “King” Romero.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Whot bae we lookin’ at then?
King shrugs.
Kerry "King" Romero: Jackson should be happy, looks like a light week. Five fights.
Psycho nods, knowing full well King isn’t done talking yet.
Kerry "King" Romero: The one we thought we’d have from Baton Rouge called in. Workplace injury, it sounded nasty and when we checked, he really is in the hospital about to have major surgery.
Psycho grimaces in distress and disgust.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Begorra, whot ‘appened tae th’ poor bugger?
King shrugs.
Kerry "King" Romero: Deets were scattered, but it sounded like he got his leg caught in some kind of machinery while trying to fix it and then sliced his leg open too. It’s like he tried to have his fight with the office instead of the guy who was coming to fight him here.
Psycho shakes her head in stunned disbelief.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Th’ utter guy…
King raises a hand to slow her down.
Kerry "King" Romero: It’s ok, he was coming in from Pearl River and his wife’s been feeling like shit lately anyway so he was almost relieved when he found out he didn’t have to travel here after all.
Psycho sits back in her chair and nods relievedly.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Tha bae good an’ good on him fer baein’ more worried about tha than a feckin’ fight baein’ cancelled. There isnay a back-up?
King nods quickly.
Kerry "King" Romero: There was but it got cancelled while I was on the phone with them. The guy got called in for some training thing at work. He sounded pissed off as all fuck at it. All our other regulars are on off-weeks or have other scheduling conflicts so, looks like a fiver night.
Psycho nods.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, that’ll have tae do then...
King snickers.
Kerry "King" Romero: Might mean we get out by eleven this time. That’d be a first. Old Man McCarthy up the street would be pleased. He ain’t stopped complaining about the noise…
Psycho chuckles.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, bless him, he’s come tae a few tae avoid it. Said it bae aesier tae jess come in an’ give it a go in haer than tae try an dael wit th’ noise from his house.
King nods but before she can answer, two police officers walk into the room.
Kerry "King" Romero: Fuck…
Psycho glances back at them, standing to meet the men as they barge in.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, an whot bae ye doin’ haer then?
The two officers start to identify themselves.
Officer Vicente Palacios: Officer…
Psycho waves her hand dismissively.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, Officer Vicente Palacios an’ Officer Rafael Belliard… d’ye bae havin’ a warrant then?
The two cops can’t help but smile.
Officer Vicente Palacios: Look who woke up with a law degree!
Belliard motions at King.
Officer Rafael Belliard: Maybe it’s the spicy one at the table with the degree.
Psycho crosses her arms across her chest.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: She bae Native American, an’ ye dinna bae answerin’ me question, Lad…
Palacios nods.
Officer Vicente Palacios: That’s because we ask the questions…
Belliard scans the office and then nods.
Officer Rafael Belliard: Are you inviting us to go talk to a judge to come back and look through your books then?
Psycho nods, her arms still folded.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: King, ring Jackson an’ tell him we bae naedin’ tae file a complaint against these gentlemen fer harassment.
Palacios smirks at Psycho, looking the irish woman dead in the eyes.
Officer Vicente Palacios: You don’t want to be doing that, Lass…
Psycho smiles right back.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: No?
Palacios doesn’t blink.
Officer Vicente Palacios: You don’t want to start playing dirty with us, Sweetheart.
Psycho almost laughs.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye? An’ whot bae whot ye did yesterday then, a test drive?
Belliard stares at Psycho harshly.
Officer Rafael Belliard: You have no idea what game you are playing.
Psycho looks at Belliard the same way Palacios looked at her.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye? Bae this when ye tell us ye bae playin’ chess while we bae playin’ feckin jacks or hopscotch then?
Palacios and Belliard look to each other and nod.
Officer Vicente Palacios: You think she can still make that flight to Denver?
Belliard shrugs.
Officer Rafael Belliard: Might be a little difficult for her if we do it. That re-match for the title would be a looking a little sketchy if the former champion’s stuck in the can because we can’t find the paperwork and it takes until Monday to get before a judge…
Palacios nods his agreement.
Officer Vicente Palacios: This parish does have that problem sometimes doesn’t it?
Belliard almost laughs.
Officer Rafael Belliard: Especially if they have to argue with another parish about who actually has jurisdiction. Why, she might have to wait a week or two and miss other bookings.
Palacios reacts with mock shock, his hand coming up to his chest for added emphasis.
Officer Vicente Palacios: My God, but her career!
Belliard nods knowingly.
Officer Rafael Belliard: Assault on a peace officer tends to do that to you, Pally.
Palacios snickers cruelly.
Officer Vicente Palacios: Guess it really would be a dog day wouldn’t it?
Just as Belliard goes to say something, the front door to the building opens and Jackson Shane walks in with Shieldmaidens Sergeant-At-Arms Essentia “Sangre” Carbajal, Aoife “Banshee” Maguire and Kimi “Shadow” Kojima and Chrome Dragons Todd “Dammit” Warren, Davis “Doomsday” Delacio and Donnie “Devastator” Samuelsson.
Jackson Shane: This ceases now. If you have no warrants to serve, I would ask you to leave the premises. My clients will no longer provide you with any evidence or statements. A call has already been placed to your commander.
Palacios and Belliard both glare at Jackson and walk out of the building. Psycho and King stare at everybody there with questions in their eyes. Jackson nods to them.
Jackson Shane: Aoife called me.
Banshee nods.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire-Knox: They dinna notice me outside. I called th’ second they barged in on ye. I knew sumtin bad bae happenin’ so I rang fer back-up.
Psycho smiles at her younger sister.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, good on ye, Lass! Ye bae doin’ us a solid on dis one.
King nods her agreement.
Kerry "King" Romero: They were about to drag Sorsh down on some bogus charge. They knew it would fuck up her career and it almost sounded like that would have been the point for them.
Dammit shakes his head.
Todd "Dammit" Warren: This sounds like we need to be riding with you ladies now to make sure that doesn’t happen.
Jackson nods slowly.
Jackson Shane: I caution all of you to not give them an excuse…
Psycho grins.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, ye bae soundin’ like Ale now!
Sangre grins right along with her.
Essentia "Sangre" Carbajal: No des papaya…
Psycho ndos to Sangre.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, tha would bae th’ one!
Dammit, Doomsday, Devastator, King, Sangre and Banshee laugh along with Psycho while Jackson looks on stoically.
Jackson Shane: Have they actually left yet?
Sangre steps over to the door, looks out and then returns down the hallway.
Essentia "Sangre" Carbajal: They have.
Jackson exhales heavily.
Jackson Shane: This is going to get worse before it gets better. They’ve paid two visits in two days this week and it’s only Tuesday. Be on your guard. They’re not done yet they haven’t drawn real blood yet. Be careful and be as safe as possible.
Everyone nods and Psycho nods to the door.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, let’s lock up and ride home fer now. Ye lot kin bae ridin’ wit us tomorrow night tae kaep th’ gammy bastards off, yeah?
Dammit nods.
Todd "Dammit" Warren: You know it, little sister!
Psycho smiles.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, bess bae goin’ then!
The group turns and walks out, Psycho locking up as they go.
On-Camera
Saturday, June 26, 2021
Warehouse Gym
Shieldmaidens Clubhouse
New Orleans, Louisiana
8:35 AM CDT
The camera opens on “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire standing by the door the gym in her usual ensemble of black tactical boots, black tactical pants, black Nuclear Assault “Handle With Care” t-shirt, black fingerless gloves, her Shieldmaidens kutte and her mohawk haircut seemingly going halfway down her back.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Tha Sunny bastard raelly bae a feckin fanny, inne?
Confusion mixes in with the anger already present in her eyes.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Whot ye bae naedin him tae talk fer ye anyway, mad Dog? Ye saem perfectly capable o’ spaekin’ fer yerself, so whot bae Sunny there fer apart from staelin’ fiftaen percent o’ yer hard-earned money ye bae usin’ tae pay th’ bills ye mentioned an’ faed them mouts ye mentioned?
She nods interrogatively, still visibly confused by the whole situation.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Is he jess there tae talk out his arse about tings he knows nuttin’ about?
Taking a step forward, Psycho glares harshly into the camera.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I dinna bae brin’in’ up yer fam in th’ slightest but yer cunt manager couldnay stop himself, could he?
She shakes her head.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Nay, he could nay stop his mout from talkin’ bout our kids an’ our situation as if ennithin he bae sayin’ had any merits at all. All he culd bae arsed tae do was compare us to pop culture references as if tha bae th’ only ting anybody had tae compare ennithin tae.
The glare intensifies.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Did I enjoy havin’ tae fight me wife?
She shakes her head.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Feck no, I dinna enjoy tha!
She points accusingly to the camera.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: An’ ye bae knowin’ tha before ye let him say tha an’ ye let him say tha anyway so ye could bae havin’ plausible deniability later. “Well, I dinna bae sayin’ tha, Sunny did…”
Psycho waves a hand in angry dismissal.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aw, feck right off wit tha shite!
She points accusingly into the camera.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Yer manager, yer moutpiece, yer platform! Feck him fer sayin’ all tha shite an’ feck ye fer lettin’ him jess so ye kin fake baein’ a nice guy fer th’ cameras!
She jabs her finger at the camera again.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: An’ feck ye very much fer seven sayin’ tha name ye said when ye mentioned me fightin’ me wife!
Her hand falls away from the shot but the rage remains firmly planted on her face.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Tha name bae havin’ no place in discussion of domesticity! My wife an’ I bae havin’ a lovin’ marriage where we bae raisin’ our son jess fine, tank ye! He doesna bae havin’ enhnithin tae do wit ennithin an’ ye dinna bae naedin’ tae ever mention him again!
She nods as she looks off the right just slightly.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: As fer th’ utter situation, there bae no Maidens in tha relationship an’ ye would bae doin’ well tae kaep tha out yer mouts as well!
Looking back to the camera, Psycho’s glare intensifies.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Now tha we have all tha shite outta th’ way, let’s talk about our match. Yeah, ye bae winnin’ th’ first time an’ good on ye fer it but if tha feckin’ gammy bastard ye call a manager kaeps talkin’, feck th’ match, feck th’ title, an’ ye better bae callin’ fer help baecause I’ll bae showin’ ye how I bae gettin’ th’ name Psycho loud an’ feckin’ clear! I’ll nay bae stoppin wit ye aeither, Mad Dog, I’ll bae shuttin’ tha fer him meself!
She points just off the camera as if Sunny is standing there in person.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Sunny, ye bae th’ kind o’ man tha bae given’ utter men a bad rep an’ ye bae why when Mad Dog talks about havin’ fans, he bae soundin’ daelusional baecause ye bae makin’ sure there isnay anyone tha bae likin’ him! Mad Dog is supposed tae bae an underdog haero an’ yet, he kinna bae tha if ye walk out there before he bae fightin’ an’ ye poison th’ feckin well th’ way ye bae doin’!
She pauses to point to herself.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I was all set tae like him meself. I was all set tae point tae him as a role model fer paeple tae follow but all it bae takin’ was ye talkin’ fer five feckin’ minutes tae change me mind! Ye bae th’ trute he doesnay want paeple tae bae seein’ baenaet’ his attempt at a nice guy mask!
Her hand drops out of the shot again as if it’s reaching for something.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Mad Dog, ye bae a fake paece o’ shite an’ I bae ready tae bae breakin’ ye! Trodown Championship or nay, I’m comin’ tae Trodown an’ I willna bae comin’ alone.
She raises up her blackthorn shillelagh, Blackie, and points it to the camera.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: One o’ dese days, Blackie is gonna bae tastin’ sum Sunny days an’ if he bae havin’ tae make sum Dog Maet first, so feckin’ bae it!
She walks up and leans Blackie’s head against the camera.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Feck ye bote!
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