Irish Eyes vs. SiNN and Elijah Bu.....Edwards.

[AFalseSinn]

You know. Its nice to have a week out of the hospital for once. Do you know how hard it is to explain to people that your not insane….when your insane!?

*SiNN is sitting at a picnic table. I guess they have those in Europe too. He has a plate in front of him with some random food stuffs. Little pigs. Sour Kraut. Dumplings. Etc. etc. All the good stuff.*

SiNN: For a minute there I thought I would be able to stay out of the hospital too. But I see who we are up against, me and this random guy I don’t follow. Against to Irish war mongers. Cause that’s what Irish people do. One of which just got done throwing, a very good friend of mine, right off the top of a cage and shit. I consider that to be rude. And another one who has been anything but present recently. Having run off in the old WPW days while I was wearing a mask and having a ball. If I was even around myself.

So I spend a little bit of time out of the hospital, worried about long term lockup, perhaps even a straight jacket.

*He picks up a pair of….chop sticks? And attempts to lift a piece of sausage to his mouth. Since its an entire piece it just falls back to the plate.*

SiNN: Then I manage to escape.

No wait, they let me out this time, that’s right.

*SiNN pulls out a rediculously large knife. One far to big for the job. He starts lopping at the logs of meat. They slice pretty easily and he appears to be doing more work then he really needs to. He then stops and hacks the knife into the table.*

SiNN: I get a call and find out I am in a match. I was glad to have some time off while everyone celebrated WPW having its 4 year thingy thing. But I was hoping my slightly mushy brain would have a little bit more time to stop wiggling around. Chances of me coming out of this match without a stretcher….well if we go by my recent standard, very little. But I would like to pretend I might be able to actually go home for once instead of say hi to Sarah, the pretty nurse, who keeps having to deal with me.

So Dan. Dust. Lets make a deal. We can kick each others asses all over the place. Either of us could win. That’s not important.

*SiNN brings the chopsticks with a sausage chunk up to his face. He pops it into his mouth and seems to drool as he nashes away at it.*

SiNN: mmmm. Spush.

*He swallows.*

SiNN: Anyways.

*He pauses for a second to take a drink of beer.*

SiNN: So lets not put me in the hospital. Ok? Lets not drop me off anything super high. Lets not hit me with anything harder then a body part. If you have any bit of you that has metal in it, leave it away from my head. Lets just let me wreslte and deal with all the standard things. That would be pretty damn awesome. Im tired of hospital food and really thin robes. And then meds they give me arnt as fun as you would hope.

So lets do our jobs. Lets make our money. One set of us will win and get a chance at the tag team belts. And the other one will get to go home and have dinner, yeah?

Because then none of us really have anything else to worry about besides the win.

*He pulls up a chunk of dumpling and pops it into his mouth. He chews for a bit, looking again like it’s the most tasty like thing ever.*

SiNN: Cause I wanna be able to eat this, and not mush.

So Irish Eyes. Lets be pals, yeah?

*The camera fades out as he works on another bit of sausage.*

[Peoples King]

As appears in Zoo Magazine:


ZOO recently got the opportunity to catch up with Irish grappler Dust ahead of his up-coming tag team match-up at the coming EWE Awakening. To say this interview wasn't tense would be an understatement. While no lasting harm was caused to our correspondent, ZOO has been in touch with its legal team after an altercation between Dust and ZOO team.

Zoo: So Dust, you made your return to WPW only to be moved to EWE at last weeks Draft Special. After making your return to WPW in typical Peoples King fashion, do you feel a little pee'ed off that they dropped you?

Dust: What WPW did is what WPW has always done with regards my career. They sit me down, they discuss how they want to push me to the stars and beyond, and then they hammer out a contract with representatives. I step into their ring and proceed to show the world what a masterclass in wrestling truly looks like. I kill streaks, I down champions, and I make myself the talking point of every show. What does WPW do though? They look over me. They concentrate on putting thespians and... "God-Like-Cretins" ahead of me. Why? Because they believed it to be cutting edge, to be different. I saved WPW from PCW. I was the brains and the heart behind the greatest stable that company has known and they continued to mistreat me, misrepresent, and treat me as just another guy in the locker room. I left, I returned and I made an impact that only I am capable of making. I interrupted the ridiculous celebrations of T-Dog after he 'sold his soul' for a shot at a trinket. That scared WPW management too much. I was called backstage, I was reprimanded, and told that I couldn't beat on pooches with brass knux. I'm sorry, was that not entertaining!? Did that not get the IWC buzzing with excitment!? I told them where they could stick their reprimand and that is why they came out last week with a "heavy heart" and shoved me boots and all back across the pond.

Zoo: Clearly you don't harbor a grudge then.

Dust: ...........

Zoo: Right next question. So now that you are wrestling for EWE, what can the European fans expect?

Dust: Nothing.

Zoo: Nothing?

Dust: They should expect nothing from me because they are not fit to blow my nose for me. It isn't what they should expect from me, it is what I expect from them. The moment my music hits and the lights dim to announce my presences, I don't want to hear a pop or heat or even a pin drop. I expect silence and respect! These.... PEOPLE need to realise just how blessed they are to be able to witness the greatest wrestler of their life time. Every time I step between the ropes amazing things happen. I want the EWE crowd to shush up, pay me the respect my status deserves and not so much as cough when I am practicing my fine art. If they are not capable of doing that then I suggest they don't buy a ticket because otherwise they are just wasting my time and they are committing sacrilege against perfection.

Zoo: Oh right.... So this week you are teaming with Dan Murph. Now to many people this seems like an odd partnership. Just last week you ripped on Dan Murph when both of you were tagging together but to close out the Draft Special you both took out JMC. All rather confusing wouldn't you say?

Dust: Perhaps to some simple minded fool such as yourself. Dan and I sat down together last week and dicussed the paths both of our careers took. In Dan you have a man that was the longest reigning WPW Champion outside of James. In me you have the greatest wrestler to ever set foot inside a WPW ring never to be crowned WPW Champion. We left everything in the ring in WPW and yet we got no recognition. I was never given the one on one title shot I so richly deserves and Dan never got the plaudits he deserved not just for being a 7 month WPW Champion but also being the first ever double WPW and Floride State Champion. So we talked and we realised that the animosity we had for each other was a fallacy. What you had were two Irishmen who were discriminated against by an entire company and locker room. We were always considered to be a step below every body else despite the fact that our abilities and records demonstrated to the world that we are respectively the best at what we do. What is more we both come from a proud nation. We both share an understanding and a love for the land we call home. We are Irishmen, part of a proud warrior race that has never settled for second best. Our people over threw an empire. Before Christ our Celtic nation held an empire off. Our nation has a rich language, culture, and tradition. Dan and I were not, and are not prepared to see the the pride of Ireland besmirched by small men who do not understand the lineage from which we descend. When word came through that I would be part of EWE, we decided that a statement needed to be made. So An Treibh rose and staked its claim. Dan and I are no longer prepared to sit back. We plan on continuing the proud Irish tradition of succeeding in battle by dismantling all that come before us and if must, dismantling the entire EWE roster.

Zoo: We're sorry but An Treibh? Is that Gaelic?

Dust: Gaelic? It's as gaelige for The Tribe.

Zoo: Good to know. So you plan on dismantling SiNN and Elijah..... Edwards on the 21st?

Dust: We have been put in a tag match that could well put us on the way to becoming tag team champions. We'll win, do not doubt that and we will capture the tag team titles. Will we care? Not a jot. The tag team championships are just a stepping stone on the course of our domination. SiNN may be eating dumplings and playing the looney tune and his partner, well I must confess I don't know his partner..... Anyway, I'm getting off track. At Awakening An Treibh will make an lasting impression on EWE. We will win, we will capture the titles later, and we will make sure that status and lineage is not usurped by anybody.

Zoo: Any final thoughts?

Dust: Tá an taoide ag athrú. Beidh ardú Gaeilge arís agus ár n-áit lárnach a ghlacadh ag ceann an tábla. Tá sé dosheachanta.

Zoo: Huh?

It was at this point that Dust assaulted our correspondent.

[DjM]

In this life, there are some truths that you must witness first hand to believe. There are moments that you will hear about through rumour or speculation that will seem impossible, moments that will seem incomprehendable, moments that will change the fabric of the world you have known, forever. When these moments occur there is often a period of disbelief, there are those who can not understand how, or why, there are even those who choose not to believe, because this just can not be, for those foolish men, those men who can not accept change, you must understand that this is what it is, your eyes have not deceived you, you did indeed witness the most historic and monumental moment in the history of this company, you witnessed the history of two men who shared a hatred for one another.

Now you ask why, you ask why on earth would two men with such a history decide to work together, why, why now? The answer is so simple, because just like me, just like the last five years of my career, Dust, one of the best in the world in this profession, was held down in WPW. Just like me he was pushed back behind the likes of James Moriarty Cassius and The One. He proved his talent early in WPW, he showed he was capable of beating the best WPW had to offer, he beat Cassius, and what did he get for it? Was he given a one on one opportunity with him? No. Was he given more than one fair shot at the title? No. No, he wasn't shown the respect an athlete of his quality deserves, he wasn't shown the respect a man who went out there and put his life on the line deserves. Instead, he was spat on by management, he was pushed back, he was even put into a stable with Cassius to ease the then Champions fears. Because James Cassius knew Dust could beat him, he knew given the opportunity Dust would beat him, and he could not allow that.

Now Dust and I find ourselves on the same roster as two of the most guilty men of this sin. Two men who once again hold the main event spots, coincidence? There is no such thing a coincidence in this business. These two men have done everything to make sure that they will headline the next Pay-Per-View together, just look at this ridiculous main event they have this week. But this is not WPW, times have changed, and they will continue to do so. No longer are great, fierce warriors like Dust and I willing to sit back and let you push us around. No more will we wait for an opportunity to arise. We aren't here to be your curtain jerkers, or your build up to Judge and Cassius, we are here to take. We are here to take what we should have had all along. And we will continue to take, and take, until we have taken everything from the both of you, we will take the few honours you have earned, and the many you were given.

When it comes to this week, this is just another match, a stepping stone on the way to the first real impact we must make. It almost seems ironic that I now stand here, saying this to someone else, but SiNN, have no fear of ending up in a hospital after this week...

Because this isn't about you.

This isn't about Cassius or Judge.

This is about Dust and I.

Finally, this is about the real talent of this business.

It's just a shame what we have to do to take it.

[Elijah Edwards]

The scene opens up to Elijah Edwards along with Cindy Brooks standing in a small interview space in one of the local television stations.





You know, on paper my match tomorrow, the Number One Contenders match for the Tag Team titles, should be a positive for me... but it's not.


Why do you ask?


My partner, SiNN, doesn't seem to have his heart in this match. He could care less if we win or loss the match. He just wants to make it out without taking another trip to the hospital. I'm not about to let you ruin this oppturnity for me, SiNN. Unlike you I want to win this match, I want to get a shot at the Tag Team titles, I want to be called a Champion. At this point in your career, SiNN, I'm sure championships, especially Tag titles, mean absolutely nothing to you. But in my eyes, gold is gold.


We're going to win this match come hell or high water. I'll wrestle the whole damn match if I have to. I could care less as long as my hand is raised in the end.


Dan, Dust, good luck. May the best team win.