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Post by seamusmcfamous on Nov 20, 2008 3:08:06 GMT -4
Monica Tweed is with Seamus McFamous in the studio. McFamous is pacing back and forth, keeping his distance from Monica.
Monica: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm here with the (sarcastically) ever popular, the King of Cockiness, the man who is his own biggest fan... Seamus McFamous.
McFamous: You know, Monica, I'm not a huge fan of you... but I am a professional. Maybe the only one in this organization. I'm only doing this for the fans... and their money. That's right, for the first time ever, people both in the arena and at home get the priviledge of paying to see Seamus McFamous. Not only that but they get the priviledge of seeing me become the first GX National Champion. And Monica, unlike those (sarcastically) lovely earrings you have on today, my National Title belt is made of real gold.
Monica: Well, Seamus, you haven't won it yet.
McFamous: (irate) What is that, your catch phrase? Have you been putting that on hats and t-shirts? That's all I here from you: (mockingly) "I'm Monica Tweed, Seamus McFamous hasn't won yet, grass is green, and I've done Dallas." Stop stating the obvious. I haven't won yet but it is going to happen. I come out every week and guarantee victory. Every week, I make good on that guarantee.
Monica: Well, the last two matches, you lost.
McFamous: (staring at Monica, astonished) Do they pay you per interruption? Let's go over my last two matches, since that's all anyone wants to talk about around here. My first official loss, which never should've happened, I was screwed over by "The Phenomenal Failure". As far as I'm concerned, it's a draw, if not a victory for me due to disqualification. My second match, I tapped out. That's right, I'll admit it. I TAPPED OUT! I tapped out... to a banned submission move that I'm not even sure is legal in any country other than wherever Haqim comes from. Once again, should've been a disqualification in my favor. Unfortunately, our general manager, Black Spirit, doesn't have the integrity to step in and enforce the ban that he set on said choke-hold-of-death. Let's see... should I have kept my self healthy for my big PPV match, especially after being busted open from a steel chair in my previous match... or should I have let some cheating neanderthal possibly end my career?
Monica: Well-
McFamous: (interrupting) Don't try to answer that. If I wanted stupid answers, I'd be interviewing you. Let's not dwell on my unfair "losses". Let's talk about the Phenomenal One. He lost his last match because he couldn't handle me being at ringside. How's he going to handle me when I actually step into the ring? (holding his hand in front of Monica's mouth) Once again, don't answer. At Obsessive Behavior, my PPV, the talking will stop... for idiots like you and Robert Estrada. Once I've won my GX National Title, you'll have to acknowledge the greatness of Seamus McFamous. The Phenomenal One, when he comes to after the match, will have no choice but to recognize my greatness. I'm a legend in the making. I know you can feel it. All of the fans can feel it. The Phenomenal One can feel it. Only one man can leave that ring with the gold... the only man in that ring... Seamus McFamous. Any more questions?
Monica: I don't think I ever asked you one but you've pretty much covered everything.
McFamous: Good. Hey, Monica, could you stop by The Phenomenal One's locker for me?
Monica: Why, do you have more words for him?
McFamous: No, if he gets a good whiff of that perfume you're wearing, he might spend Obsessive Behavior in the shower trying to wash the stink off of him.
Monica: Ladies and gentlemen, Seamus McFamous... And I'm Monica Tweed bringing you more of his thoughts than you could ever wish to hear.
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