Post by Tommy "Southpaw" O'Malley on Aug 30, 2009 0:13:34 GMT -5
~Open Scene
Tommy O'Malley is sitting behind the bar at O'houlihan's pub in Houston, Texas. O'Malley has a full glass of stout at his finger tips and an unlit cigarette in his other. The TV has the latest PGA Tour event tuned in to ESPN. O'Malley rolls his eyes and motions for the camera. As the lens comes into view, O'malley starts to rant.
Tommy O'Malley: I can't get over the shit Crawford and Reddington spewed about me and filipe. What the hell are they talking about?
O'Malley winces and then spits on the floor in disgust.
Tommy O'Malley: So here we are again, Colt. We stare face to face from across the turnbuckles. I'm not sure what those feckin' suits are thinking putting you back into the ring. For one, you couldn't hack it the first time. I understand it was your third match, but Colt we don't have many days in this life to prove our moxy anyway, so every match is worth it's weight in opportunity. Brian Clark has been your feckin' mother for the past several months, and all you can do is spit in her face. What a bloody moron. You have every opportunity to excel in your craft, and all you can do is make a fool of yourself.
O'Malley looks to the TV and see's his bet, Tiger Woods miss a 15 foot put to lose the tournament. O'Malley slams his hand down on the bar, and then picks up his Guinness and down the rest of it.
Tommy O'Malley: You aren't just a whining baby. You're a whining little bitch. I'll slap you around like a whoring stepmother. I'll make you wish Panther was there to bail you out. You're punk-ass attitude will only get you so far before you'll need Clark's shoulder to cry on.
O'Malley lights up his cig and then takes a long frag before continuing.
Tommy O'Malley: Shabree. Where do I start, you little tart. You're talking about making history, and making people pay for talking about the future. Why don't you try wining something first before running your mouth about beating someone hear in TWD. Where did you come from? What Fed?
Someone behind the cameras whispers the name of the Fed they were in.
Tommy O'Malley: Oh, right. That fed. I almost forgot.
So why don't you prove in the ring that you don't need old Chris Freytag to help you win. Shut up the doubters like yours truly and make your mark on this Fed.
End Scene~
