| Sinister_Scot | Date: Thursday, 2011/08/11, 7:53 AM | Message # 1 |
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| [The EWA coliseum blacks out, the screech of a piper warming the bagpipes is echoed throughout; blue lights flash as the Flower of Scotland begins to played.]
Masters: What's that racket?
Daniels: Their called bagpipes, but I have no clue why they are being played here!
[A single spotlight focuses on the entrance curtain as a figure appears]
Masters: Who's he? and why is he wearing a skirt?
Daniels: I don't know who he is I'm out here with you, and I'm pretty sure that is a kilt.
Masters: its a skirt, find out who this cross dresser is!
[The man slowly walks towards the ring not looking very happy at all, trying to block out the fans around him. The man rolls under the bottom rope as the lights stop flashing, the spotlight is gone and all that illuminates the coliseum is the solid blue lights.]
Daniels: I don't know who he is, but he doesn't look very happy. We apologise for the interruption ladies and gentlemen, hopefully normal service will resume shortly.
[The man gets a microphone and stands dead centre of the ring; long dark hair covering most of his face, scruffy looking beard covering the rest, wearing a t-shirt and kilt.]
Man: Sons of EWA...
[A small cheer is given up by the fans]
Man:...a am...
[The man lowers his head and starts to shake it in disappointment, before removing the wig of long hair which had been covering his face]
Man:...Naw am no. A used to be, well a used to think a was...Get the lights back up!
[The arena lights come back up and the man throws the wig into the corner and starts casually pacing around the ring.]
Masters: I still don't know who this guy is, but he is definitely a cross dresser, wearing a skirt and a wig!
Daniels: Go in there an tell him that to his face.
Masters: I'll wait until he comes out here.
Man: Not many a you will know me, an a don't expect yeh to. Its been a long time fae the last time a got in the ring, even longer since the last time a actually wrestled a match. I have changed since then, a used to drink excessive amounts, hey am Scottish what do you expect from me! That his changed noo, that part a me is gone, its no coming back. A no longer hink am a character fae a film, a legend from history, a hero fae ma country, a am Willie Macgregor, an a honestly dont know why a have came back into this business. First time around a hated it, but a got threw, mainly cos a was drunk 90% a the time. Bein back an standin in the middle a this ring, it actually makes me question if a huv took wan too many heed shots.
There has been that stench in the air since ma plane landed, an a have been rackin ma brain tryin a put ma finger on wits causin it, it wisny actually til an hour ago when a arrived at the arena a remembered. Its the smell a the hugely obese population a this "country" sweatin constantly an droolin every time yees pass a fast food joint.
[A loud boo rings around followed by a You Suck chant]
Daniels: That's a bit disrespectful, if it wasn't for this country this guy would be lying in a pit back in Scotland.
Macgregor: Haha, a've missed that! It disny help the stench that there is one on every street corner an it really disny help when there is a hooker or junkie lyin ootside. I suppose when it boils doon tae it, a came back for a fight! Yir probably hinkin a could go pick a fight any were, an that might be true, but there isny many places a can go pick a fight withoot gettin lifted, spendin the night in the cells an gettin sent tae anger management! A dinny have anger issues you bastards just pissed me aff so much it looked like a did, worst12 weeks a ma life, reminded me a AA an a hated AA.
[William takes a moment to compose himself]
Macgregor: So here a am, back in this dump of a country...
[More boos ring around the arena and a USA chant starts]
Macgregor:...aye, aye, chant what yees want its no goin a make this place any better. As a was saying...am back in the ring fir the first time in aboot 5 year an damn it am ready fir a fight! Ready fir a good old fashioned scrap! Clearly somethin has got lost in translation though cos apparently ma long awaited return is against non other than Lara Croft.
Daniels: That's Edward Croft.
Masters: If he said its Lara I believe him.
Macgregor: No idea wits goin on there, but someone better get it sorted. Dont git me wrong a have nah issue hittin a lassie, a quiet enjoy it to be honest, but a was lookin for a good old, nah hodin back, strip tae the waist and fight like men scrap, so fir future reference keep the burds tae lookin good on the outside a the ring, its wit they do best after aw, and leave the fightin tae the men!
[Willie drops the mic and rolls out of the ring as the crowd are in a frenzy booing and throwing rubbish at Macgregor as he makes his way towards the back and threw the curtain.]
The REAL Outlaw Champion
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