maddog
MHW Superstar
MHW ThrowDown Champion
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Post by maddog on Jul 24, 2021 6:58:03 GMT -6
Mad Dog’s House
Big Ugly, WV
7/19/21 – Off Camera
Leaving home is never easy, especially when you’re leaving to put your life on the line. The reason leaving home is so hard, is because home is where your heart is, and Mad Dogs' heart is his wife and kids. You can't really bring your heart with you to war now, can you? No, you've got to harden your heart for battle, but sometimes that is easier said than done.
"Daddy, I don't want that mean lady to hurt you" Logan Wright, who is Mad Dog's daughter and the holder to the keys of his heart, says as she sits on Mad Dog's bed dressing her Barbie's while Mad Dog packs his bags.
"She's not a lady, she's a bitch" Gideon says as he slams his wrestling figures together.
Mad Dog snickers, but Heather is not happy.
GIDEON WRIGHT, you do not use that language young man.
Gideon gives the look all kids give when they know they are in trouble and tries to shift the blame.
That's what Uncle Sunny calls her.
Well, I didn't raise Sunny or he wouldn't talk like that either.
But Mom...
Hey boy, don't backtalk your mother. You might not like Saoirse, but you don't talk that way about adults. You be respectful now, especially to your momma.
"Yes sir," Gideon says as he looks down at his figures before smashing one into another again. Heather leans close to Mark and whispers into his ear, "he ain't wrong though".
Mad Dog and his wife chuckle, which makes Gideon perk up, and draws a “what’s so funny?” from Logan.
Nothing baby girl, your momma is just silly sometimes.
You’re the silly one daddy. But I’m still worried about you. I don’t want you to get hurt, that girl is mean.
YEAH, BUT DAD IS MEANER!
Mad Dog tosses his knee-pads into his bag and steps around the corner of the bed and sits beside his daughter. Mad Dog wraps his arm around Logan and she sinks into his chest and wraps her little arms around him and starts squeezing tight as if holding on for dear life.
“Gids, come help your momma get dinner ready,” Heather says as she pulls the rambunctious little boy by the arm. In reality, Gideon will just be in the way in the kitchen, but she feels like Logan needs some daddy/daughter alone time.
As Momma and Son leave the room Mad Dog lifts his daughter's chin and looks her in the eye. She has a look of worry and a little bit of fear in them. Seeing her sad and worried breaks Mad Dogs' heart. He brushes her hair back and gives her a reassuring squeeze.
Baby, what are you worried about?
I don’t want you to get hurt. That mean lady already hurt you and Uncle Sunny.
Baby, Daddy is going to be just fine. She cheap-shotted me last time, but it ain’t gonna happen this time, or ever again. That girl has a bad attitude, she’s ornerier than a rattlesnake with a toothache. But that old rattler is striking at a black snake, and do ya know what that means?
No daddy, snakes are creepy.
Mad Dog chuckles and squeezes his daughter tight again before rubbing her shoulder.
It means I’m immune to her venom baby girl. It also means, I’m a predator of hers, and I’m gonna squeeze her out.
Is that why grandpa says to never kill a black snake in the garden.
Exactly baby girl.
I don’t like any snakes, but I guess the black ones are ok.
Yeah, baby girl, the black snakes are good. You wanna go see if momma needs help with dinner while daddy finishes packing?
Logan pauses and shakes her head “no”.
Can we just snuggle for a little bit daddy?
Mad Dog smiles and says “baby girl, that’d suit me just fine”.
Mad Dog and his daughter lay on the bed and for Mad Dog time seems to stand still, or, at least he wishes it would. He loves this little girl with his whole heart and would willingly give up his life for hers. He hated leaving home, but he had to give them a better life, he had to keep the wolves at bay. Mad Dog remembered his father doing the same thing, but also remembered feeling like his daughter whenever his father would leave.
Mad Dog's mind wonders to when he was just an angry little pup. He sat on the couch, arms crossed and his bottom lip stuck out in a pout. “You keep that lip out like that and a bird is gonna land on it and sh*t down your chest”, Mad Dog’s grandpappy Crusher Wright says to him.
“Don’t use that language Charlie”, Mad Dog’s momma says to her father and law.
What? Sh*t ain’t a swear word, it’s a bodily function.
Charlie…
Crusher was a bad man, but he was also respectful, the type that takes his hat off when he walks inside. Charlie just shakes his head and says, “yes mam” before taking a drink of his beer. From down the hall appears a young but hard-looking “Bulldog” Brody Wright, Mad Dog’s pappy.
The senior dog tosses his duffel bag on his shoulder and announces “I’m ready dad” as he walks into the living room. Mark shoots from the couch to his father and wraps his arms around his dad’s legs tightly. Brody is getting ready to go to Japan for a month, and Mark is not happy about the thought of his dad being gone that long.
I don’t want you to go, papa, please, please don’t go.
Crusher begins to chime in, but Brody holds his hand up. “Give us a minute will ya?” Brody asks.
Crusher nods his head and heads outside to wait on his son, while Mad Dog’s mom goes into the kitchen. Brody squats down and lifts his son up with ease, and carries him to the couch where they sit down.
Why do you want to leave us, papa?
Brody is instantly crushed by the question. It felt like a mule had just kicked him in the stomach.
Son, I don’t want to leave at all. But a man has to provide for his family. We need a roof over our heads, food in our bellies, and clothes on our backs. This trip will pay for three months of all that stuff plus a little extra I can donate to Santa; cause Lord knows someone has to bribe him if you and your brother are going to get anything from him this year.
This breaks Mad Dog’s bad mood and gives him a smile and a little laugh. This, in turn, brings a smile to Brody’s face as he rubs Mark on the head.
Son, I know it’s hard to understand right now, but someday you’ll be all grown up and you’ll realize that a man’s main responsibility is to take care of his family. There are wolves out there who want to take what we have, who want to stop us from getting more and getting better. And just like the sheepdogs keep the wolves from the sheep, I have to keep those wolves from the family. I’m like the family’s sheepdog.
But you’re the Bulldog, not the Sheepdog.
Well, the way you been huffing and puffing around here we oughta call you the Mad Dog.
Mark laughs and growls at his dad, “GGGGEEERRRRR!”
Brody laughs and begins barking at his son, and the two begin to bark at each other.
Mark, opens his eyes, to find that he has fallen asleep with Logan in his arms. He pushes himself up and brushes her blonde hair out of her face and whispers, “I won’t even let them wolves get a sniff baby girl”.
T’put bread on the table of the working man
Where the working man does his best to provide
Safety and shelter for kids and a wife
Given little of his soul every day
Making overtime to keep the wolves away
Route 119
Sunny’s Cadillac, somewhere between Danville, WV, and Julian, WV
7/20/21 – On Camera
Sunny and Mad Dog head down the curvy highway on the way to the airport for their trip to Denver. Sunny is distracted listening to Dave Ramsey on talk radio while mumbling to himself about finances and the economy. Meanwhile, Mad Dog stares out the window at the carved-out mountains that the road travels through. Mad Dog reaches into his shirt pocket and pulls out a Black and Mild and pops it into his mouth and then pulls his lighter from his pants pocket.*click, click*Mad Dog flicks his Bic but it refuses to light. Mad Dog begins to shake it, and Sunny looks at him from the driver’s seat in shock as Mad Dog attempts to light the Black and Mild that hangs from his lips. Mark can feel Sunny looking at him and slowly turns his head to look at Sunny.What?I know you aren’t about to smoke in my car.Ahh shoot Sunny, it helps calm my nerves.It also stinks, and I’m not having my leather interior smelling like cheap cigar smoke.
Well damn Sunny, what am I supposed to do to get my mind off leaven home for a week?I got just the idea.Sunny reaches for his phone that is mounted on the Dash and turns the camera on to record himself and Mad Dog. Do you know what I hate about Saoirse? That she gets more pussy than you? What? No, damn it, Mark, I'm being serious here. When are you not being serious Sunny? I cut a rug plenty, I'll have you know. But seriously, you know what really drives me crazy about her? What's that? I don't think she's ever had an original thought in her life. I called her out for only wanting to rebuttal what you or I would say about her or to her, and what is the first thing she says? I dunno, honestly, I can't understand half of what she says with that accent. Shoot, I'm surprised they don't give her subtitles. And that's coming from me, and I only speak hillbilly and redneck. She says, "Oh now I be on the fightin side oh yeah", yeah you dumb ass, that is what we had just said. I mean, it was kind of the issue at hand. Oh, it didn't stop there. Manny... seriously Manny. You want to call Mark, Manny as in many faces. I wonder where she got that idea? Oh, that's right. THE NEWEST F**KING SIGNEE OF MILE HIGH, ANNIE TRAN! Sunny grips the steering wheel tightly and starts thrashing his body about in the driver's seat as he spews a line of obscenities. Sunny's actions only cause Mad Dog to laugh. Sunny, calm down baby, you are about to give yourself an aneurysm. Sunny stops spewing obscenities and takes a few deep breaths. I just hate her Mark, I hate all those trashy Maidens. I suppose I should expect nothing less from someone whose riding buddies stole a Deadman’s music. Huh? The Wild Hunt, they just stole Solomon Cain's entrance music after it was made public, he offed his self. Oh man, that's low. Just, just low.
Exactly, Mark, it is low class. That is all those Maidens are, low class. Some people may look at you and think just because of the way you dress, the way you talk, or where you are from that you are low-class Mark, and they did the exact same thing to your father and grandfather, but class isn’t what you wear or where you're from, it's something inside of you. And Saoirse, when she questions your integrity, questions your heart, that's the same thing as calling you, low class. She thinks I'm mean because I don't talk about respecting her or the other dykes on bikes, but respect is earned not given, and I haven't seen them do a damn thing to earn my respect.
You as much as look at one of them sideways or don't agree with them on the smallest little thing and they want to start attacking you. They aren't Shieldmaidens, they are Snowflakes. Saoirse has been on her own cancel culture campaign against Mad Dog, trying to turn the dog pound against him. Well, just like your attempt to beat Mad Dog, it isn't working deary. Every time Mad Dog steps out of the curtain the cheers are louder, and the barks are more and more.
Saoirse, you can't stop the Dog Pound from growing any more than you can stop Mad Dog from keeping the Throw Down championship. Mad Dog is going to tear you apart in that cage and there are two things you can do about it, actually just one... NOTHING! Mad Dog grins and gives a little chuckle. I thought you were about to steal my tagline there Sunny. No Mark, unlike Saoirse I have original thoughts that run through my head. She's probably a bit brain dead from all those fumes she's been breathing in at their little motorbike shop. But ya know what's really weird? A football bat? No, weirder than a football bat. Saoirse and the rest of the Snowflake-Maidens are supposed to be bikers, but I've never seen them actually ride a motorcycle. Huh, me either now that I think about it. It's probably just another one of their made-up stories. PURE LIES! Just like the lies that Saoirse tells herself about me and Mad Dog. Wants to talk about me and my inflammatory comments, or, as she says running my gammy mouth, since she isn't smart enough to know what inflammatory comments mean. Yeah, the truth hurts Saoirse, and I can see how me telling the truth about you and your band of b*tchs upsets you, but to quote Ben Shapiro, "facts don't care about your feelings".
I have not said one thing that isn't true. Everything I have said was true, and everything I predicted has come true. I've hurt your feelings and you are more upset about that than you are Mad Dog taking your title, hurting your record, hurting your paycheck, and just kicking your ass in general. Nope, it is me and my mean words. Typical Snowflake.
That reminds me of an old saying Sunny. Which one? The one about not being able to win a war on two fronts? Huh, what? No, that sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me. You done went and got in old girl's head and she's losen her dang mind. Normally it's my big old headbutt that makes my opponents lose their minds but old Saoirse is losing hers over your comments. Let me tell ya right now girl, what you need to be worried about is old Mad Dog sinking his teeth into ya.
You think Sunny's words hurt, well I can tell ya that dag-on stone you got on that stick sure hurt when you walloped me over the head with it. Sure as sunshine hurt old Sunny boy too. And while old Sunny is going to assault you verbally and judicially, I'm a little bit simpler than that. I like to get my revenge the same way I like to get work done around my farm, by my own two hands. You may think ya fitten to get some sort of revenge on me and Sunny, but darling you wrong.
See, Sunny won't be in the cage. Na, girl it's just me and you in there. And while you're thinking I'm locked in there with you, you be thinking wrong. It's you that is locked in there with me. I'm the one who's got something to revenge. I'm the one who done got his head cracked open for no good reason. I owe you a receipt Saoirse, and you owe me a debt, a blood debt. Sunday night, that bill is due and I'm collecting in full. She's ripe for the taking Mark. As I mentioned, she's fighting a war on two fronts, and she's being pulled in multiple directions. She's got troubles at home, my lawsuit is being filed, she's freaking out and breaking down mentally over my verbal joust, and she's about to be locked in the cage with THE Mad Dog. Saoirse, all that stacks up to one big, giant mountain of sh*t. And at Mile High Spectacular Three I'm going to enjoy standing outside of that cage and watching the avalanche of that mountain bury you. You dang right I'm gonna bury her Sunny. That girl is like a dang weed in the garden. I keep tossing her out, but she keeps coming back. I guess it's just not enough to rip her out the way and move on, cause she'll just keep coming back. Well girl, call this your Alamo, cause there ain't no coming back after this. I done figured out to get rid of you I'm gonna have to dig deep and take you out by the roots. That's what I'm gonna do to ya Saoirse. I'll put ya on the shelf where ya can join Zombie, and most likely Krigare too at the unemployment line, dat is if ya didn't get the workers comp package in ya benefits. Sayen something like dat, dat normally ain't me, I ain't the one to take food off no one's plate. But, this thing between me and you, it's abnormal. You tried to put me out with ya little stick and stone, tried to put me in the unemployment line and take the food OFF MY TABLE!
Na baby, like Hall and Oats, I can't go for dat. This thing tweens us done reached beyond its boilen point, and now one of us bout to get burnt up real bad. I know you think you riden high commen in off that dubya in the eight-person tag, but ya about to crash and burn. That fire ya gonna burn in, that's the fire that's been burnen in my belly since I came to Mile High. The fire that has stoked like an old coal stove and hotter than poppin bacon grease. The fire that has driven me to be the biggest dog in the yard, the fire that will make me the Ultimate champion someday soon, and the fire that'll burn ya down to the bone.
And this old dog, he's gonna gnaw that bone. Like old Sunny said, you ripe for the picking, and ya juices gonna be flowen. Don’t get it twisted in ya perverted mind girl, cause the juices I’m talken bout is ya blood. I’ma bust ya down to the white meat and grind ya head into that cage like I’m the waiter shredding that cheese on ya salad at the Olive Garden. But see, I ain’t gonna stop when ya say “when” like they do. Na, I ain’t gonna stop until I put ya ass down for the three count and make sure you ain’t never coming back for more.
Ya done played ya rematch card, and done shocked and awed ya way into a third bout, but I’m tellen ya right now there ain’t gonna be a fourth. This time around, there will be no doubt who wins, and no way you or anyone else can even make a case for you getten another shot at me, cause I’ma bury ya ass in the middle of that ring and leave need physical and mental therapy from the beaten I put on ya ass.
Go on and bring ya little stick, cause all I need is these right her. Mad Dog holds his fist up and gives a crooked grin before putting them down.I’m gonna take ya little shillelagh and shove it where the sun don’t shine. I’m tired of messen with ya girl, I got bigger fish to fry, I’m out here bass fishen and you just a little bluegill nippen at my bait trying to keep the big un away. Well, it’s about time I just reel ya in and falay ya up just to get ya the hell outta my way. No matter what ya say, and no matter what ya do, it’s gonna be the same story over and over again when it comes to me and you.
I’d like to say it’s been a good ride, but really ya been maken me waste my time on ya whne there are plenty of other asses for me to put a boot too round here. Well it’s time for old Mad Dog to hop off this ride, and to throw ya ass overboard, cause this thing is ending Sunday at Mile High Spectacular, and it only ends one of two ways, you going the Wright Way, or you going Mad.
AHHH! RAWF! RAWF! RAWF!
Fade Out.
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Psycho
MHW Superstar
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Post by Psycho on Jul 24, 2021 13:21:28 GMT -6
Off-Camera
Wednesday, July 21, 2021
Common Room
Shieldmaidens Clubhouse
New Orleans, Louisiana
8:44 PM CDT
Normally, Wednesdays were busy days for the Shieldmaidens. It was the usual performance night for Full Patch Sylvia “Silk” Pietras at Bras d’Or if she was to have one that particular week. It was also the usual fight night at the Barn over in Belle Chasse.
This was not the normal Wednesday.
Bras d’Or was open and operating, but Silk was not performing as this was an off week for her. This meant it would probably be a lighter day at the club. While there was still a fight night at the Barn, the proprietor, “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire, was not needed and therefore had chosen to allow her fellow Full Patch, Kerry “King” Romero, be in charge for the night.
This meant the likes of Silk, Psycho and others were able to sit and wait here in the common room for word about the fate of lawyer Jackson Shane.
Psycho looks around the room, her phone in hand and sees the others in the room, Silk, Tori Carter, Mox Kenyon, Kimi “Shadow” Kojima, Carmen Lucia “Turbo” Leija, and Chrome Dragons Cisco Carbajal and Khary “Spectre” Kenyon. Tori and Mox would usually be at the club, Mox tending bar while Tori would watch over talent.
Tonight, however, they were here, waiting for word on Tori’s lawyer. Jackson Shane had been working on the case, fighting against her parents for custody of her daughter, Rose. Frank and Anne Carter had decided that Tori was not fit to raise her daughter because of her current situation not matching their vision and had thus, taken the child from their own daughter. And now Jackson had been attacked in his car after a meeting with his client.
Tori Carter: He has to be ok… right?
Mox, Psycho and Turbo all nod to her, trying to be reassuring.
Mox Kenyon: We just have to keep hope, Sugar.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Mox bae right, Lass. We jess bae naedin’ tae kaep hope fer him.
Tori nods, sinking into her chair while her girlfriend, Mox, holds onto her.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Have th’ Twins found ennithin yet then?
Turbo shakes her head.
Carmen "Turbo" Leija: I don’t think so?
Khary "Spactre" Kenyon: Last time I checked in, they hadn’t. I called Nik too.
Psycho shakes her head.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Tha kinna bae good...
She glances down at her phone.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: If they kina bae findin’ ennithin…
Looking up from her phone, Psycho looks to Spectre.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Who kin bae?
Spectre shrugs.
Khary "Spactre" Kenyon: They might have found things and just aren’t ready to share. You gotta remember, sometimes they have something and don’t necessarily know what they have yet because they’re still analyzing it. If and when they figure shit out, they’ll let us know.
Psycho nods, visibly disturbed.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I feckin’ hate havin’ tae have such patience! It makes me blood turn tae feckin’ fizzy piss!
Spectre shrugs, almost laughing.
Khary "Spactre" Kenyon: Could be fizzy shit instead…
Psycho allows herself a small chortle.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, tha bae true enough…
As she steps away, her phone goes off. Psycho steps across the room and presses the button finding her wife’s voice on the other side. She nods slowly as she hears what her wife has to say and then ends the call.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ar dheis Dé go raibh a h'anam dílis
She swallows hard and then turns to face everyone in the room.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Jackson… bae raeunited wit his mum…
Tori lets out a mournful shriek, Mox moving quickly to pull her in closer.
Khary "Spactre" Kenyon: Fuck…
Psycho walks over and takes a seat, nodding to Turbo and Cisco and then to Tori. Both nod back in return, each taking a seat in the room as well. Silk and Shadow hug before taking their own seats.
Off-Camera
Thursday, July 22, 2021
Manager’s Office
The Barn
Belle Chasse, Louisiana
9:01 AM CDT
It should have been a nice morning.
But after the events of the previous evening, nothing could really make that happen. “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire was here to try to get her mind off those events, knowing full well that was probably not possible. Even with her fellow Maidens, Kerry “King” Romero, Jocelyn “Tibs” Thibault and prospect Toni “Firefly” Zendejas along for the ride, Psycho knew cheering herself was probably a losing proposition.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: How did we bae doin’ last night?
Tibs sits down.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: We had a good night, not a great one. I think King managed to get interest in a week where there wasn’t any big betting hook. There was no Devil’s Queens or CST or CCB. No Russians or anybody else even remotely like that. It was all kind of young ones and rebounds. For that kind of night, we did awesome. For a regular night here?
She pauses and shakes her head back and forth.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: Eh, it was better than nothing.
King nods her agreement.
Kerry "King" Romero: It was a good building experience. You could see some of the regulars kinda going, “Eh, who the fuck are these guys?” And then they’d start wailing on each other and those same regulars were like, “Fuck yeah, that’s some good shit there!” we definitely had three or four finds for later so, while we might not have made a killing last night, we got some for later.
Psycho nods slowly.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, tha bae a good ting, Lass. Ye bae havin’ a better night than I did, tha’s fer certain.
Tibs and King both nod in sad, apologetic acknowledgement.
Kerry "King" Romero: How is Tori?
Psycho shrugs.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I kinna bae certain on tha one. I tink she was in shock last night but I tink we all bae waitin’ fer her tae start blamin’ herself.
Tibs nods again.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: And Jenni?
Psycho shakes her head.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Inconsolable an’ i kinna bae blamin’ her at all. She’d baen wit him fer nine years now. I kinna imagine tha…
Tibs shakes her head.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: Nine fucking years…
Kerry "King" Romero: Fuck, I’m lucky if I can keep one for a week and she had him for nine years just to lose him like this?
Psycho nods sadly.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I held Bex jess a li’l tighter last night. Couldna help it...
Tibs nods.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: I don’t blame you.
KRR: Does she have many here? [/font]
Psycho nods.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, she bae surrounded by family but it’ll nay bae th’ same. I kinna imagine who had tae ring his father up in Jersey.
King shakes her head in disgust.
Kerry "King" Romero: Knowing the unfeeling bastards up there, they probably delivered the notice with his fucking mail call.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: Or his “random” bed check.
Psycho nods.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, but we’ll bae kaepin’ a watch on bote Tori an’ Jenni haer.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: Just in case…
Kerry "King" Romero: We should get going. That road work is gonna slow us down on the way back.
Psycho nods, seemingly grateful for the conversation to be ended.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, let’s go then.
On-Camera
Thursday, July 22, 2021
Parking Lot
The Barn
Belle Chasse, Louisiana
9:35 AM CDT
The camera opens on “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire standing by her 2014 Harley Dyna Low Rider, several other Harleys sitting next to it with her fellow Shieldmaidens, Jocelyn “Tibs” Thibault, Kerry “King” Romero and prospect Toni “Firefly” Zendejas sitting atop the other three bikes. The camera takes in the view and sees Psycho’s wearing a black Krigare t-shirt under her Shieldmaiden’s kutte, along with her black tactical pants, black tactical boots and her mohawk flying high for the world to see.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Sunny Jim jess kinna bae stoppin from runnin’ his licker like a fanny, aye?
She nods as if asking a question when it’s plainly visible she already knows the answer.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Gammy feckin’ bastard hasna learned a feckin’ ting, has he?
Shaking her head, Psycho
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I baen up tae Ninety since he feckin’ started an’ I still kinna unnerstan’ whot he’s aeven doin’ haer!
She starts to fold her arms across her chest.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: All he bae doin’, is slaggin’ off on everyone an’ ennithin, given’ it a lash at how fast he kin get tings tae bae banjaxed. He talks like he’s tryin tae send everythin tae th’ jacks an’ yet, first chance he gets tae get consequences, he wants tae leg it out behind a lawyer an’ acts like he’s done nuttin…
She moves quickly to point accusingly into the camera.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: An’ so d’ye, Manny!
She whips her arm through the shot almost as if throwing an idea into the wind.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye dinna aeven bae naedin’ him, he adds nuttin’ tae ye an’ jes bae startin’ fires by shitin’ on about whotevea he bae shitin’ on about. It’s minus craic an’ a pain in me bollocks!
Her arms cross in front of her chest again.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Manky feckin’ fanny…
Shaking her head, Psycho looks down at her boots and starts to kick away at something on the curb.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: But tha bae th’ good ting about this match, yeah?
She looks back and her eyes flash slightly.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Inside tha stael cage, ye dinna have tae bae worryin’ about me girls an’ I dinna bae naedin’ tae worry about goin’ after th’ out front cunt tha bae yer manager. While me sister does technically stand at rin’side fer me, she doesna get involved an’ ye bae doin’ well tae tell Cloudy Wit A Chance o’ Bollocks there tae kaep his Rosie sisters outta th’ cage an’ he’ll bae fine.
She raises her right hand up and extends her index finger towards the camera.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: But if he wants tae give it a lash, tha gobshite’s gonna bae findin’ himself wit a list o tings tae bae callin’ every punter he’s ever heard an advert fer tae come try an’ aet th’ head off o’ me!
Her hand lowers.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye know, it bae almost funny, listenin’ tae ye given’ out about whot I done…
She glares with incredulous anger into the camera.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Did I fuck.
She cocks her head to the left, the expression still lingering on her face as she does so.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I feckin’ knocked ye about th’ head a li’l but if ye bae tinkin’ tha was me best shot, ye dinna bae payin’ attention tae a feckin’ ting! Yer man shited off an’ I answered him…
She shrugs dismissively.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Tha bae all tha happened an’ ye bae actin’ like ye got blindsided complaetely unprovoked, which anyone watchmen’ an’ listenin’ kin see is so much bollocks!
She points to just off camera.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: If he wants tae kaep doin’ tha an’ yer jess gonna let him, then ye best bae gettin’ used tae tha traetment since Coudy Wit A Chance there doesnay saem tae bae havin’ a way tae make him bae th’ gas or bae able tae say th’ craic was ninety.
Psycho shakes her head as her hand falls back to a more natural place. .
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Yer man jess starts faffin’ on an’ takes away from whot should bae th’ focus o’ tings an’ tha bae ye an’ yer talents.
She nods to the camera grimly.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Cause ye do bae havin’ th’ talents, Manny, ye jess bae too busy lettin’ tha great bleedin’ melter make certain all eyes an’ especially aers bae on him!
Turning to spit, disgust washes over Psycho’s face.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Whot a feckin’ waste because ye could bae one o’ th’ ones tha puts yer name all by itself in there wit Skrabz an’ Forge, Jack an’ Sam as th’ conversation fer greatest in th’ comp’ny’s history!
She grits her teeth, still looking away.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: But are we?
Her head snaps back to glare into the camera like it’s on both a swivel and a leash.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Fuck no Playa, we bae talkin’ about yer man an’ how ye should bae a beloved icon an’ hero but ye kinna bae because ye bae associated wit tha dryshite an’ everything’ tha comes out his mout!
She looks down again, the anger from the situation coursing through her veins and forcing her to try and calm herself before she continues on. Finally, after a few precious seconds of silence, she starts to nod to herself.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: S’haer we go, Mile High Spectacular Tree, Trodown Championship, Stael Cage, an’ everyone kin see…
She nods to herself some more.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: It bae time, Manny…
She looks back up to the camera.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Everyone else locked out, an ye locked inside wit me…
She nods as the camera zooms in slightly.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: It bae time tae fight, manny, an’t we’re gonna see how many faces I kin find in there before there bae none left at all!
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