Post by fellalibby on Jul 16, 2019 18:01:01 GMT -5
"Often, people wonder who the hell this "Sean Libby" guy is. They ask how he met the kiss of death that is, Apathy. They ask, how is it, a man no one knows, can even be close, let alone, the husband, of the darkest of dark hearts of Elizabeth Devereaux. Well, sit back and let me tell you, a story of a young, impressionable Irishman, who met this apparent, cold hearted bitch, in a little ol pub, in downtown Boston."
"It begins on a nice winter day. I used to live top of the pub. I was a small time underground fist-to-cuffs fighter. Also ran security for the pub owner. Living there was a pain in the arse, but nothing I couldn't handle. Often patrons would cause some trouble, and I'd kick them out. Least the rent was cheap, livin' in Boston wasn't the cheapest nor the nicest place. On that day though, it was a calm one. Nobody but the usual rabble. Then a redhead with eyes looking in a sea of unknown, walks through our door, and gets wolfies whistles as any woman who walked in got. Even some lad brave enough to tell her to sit on his lap. But this one was different. She went for a empty table, put a briefcase down, this was a personal trip. She wasn't from here and knew almost nothing what she walked in on. Kept my eye on her, till a fool walked over to her, trying to get her attention. He was a nobhead, wanting to get any piece of ass he saw. He tried to grope her, she headbutted him back, I step in throw his ass through the window. Honestly, I think I saved the fool. After that, me and the lass, we sat and drank together."
"After a few, she told me her name, Elizabeth. Like me mom. She was here to sign the deaths of a close one. Who'd promised he'd come back to her someday. But, his plane was lost. She knows he's gone, and now she had no one. The power of loss weighed heavily on her shoulders. That everyone she ever loved either hates her, or is dead. The pain was deep within her, she couldn't keep the same attitude or feel that she carried as being Apathy any longer then. It was a heartbreaking feeling to read from her. But I could tell, she deserved one who loved her. My initial attempt proved fruitless, as she would kindly decline and leave the pub. Being a stubborn bastard, I followed her, as she fled into a alleyway. In tears she turned to me. I asked, why did she run; and why was she crying. She told me, that she didn't want to become attached to another, only for her to lose them again. She told me the name, Tom was why she came to Boston to sign off, and the most real love she ever felt prior to me. I for one, couldn't understand why anyone would hate this woman. I continued my approach, and told her in the eyes, that, I'd never could hate such a beautiful woman or God willing, die on her account. After that day, we were inseparable."
"After that, I joined my betrothed in the wrestling scene. I feel as though, its a comfortable space to be in. Me and Lizzy, we go everywhere we want to go, ruin anybody stupid enough to fight us. Even for a spill, we fought here in RSW. To be fair, they resented us then and I'm confident they'll resent us now. But why did we walk away from Riot Star Wrestling? Well, politics are the failure of any Golden Age. Regardless it being a company, kingdom or country. They just proved to be too much of a annoyance on our lives. We went onto continue our passion where they could not reach us. And we never fail in what we strive to achieve. Still, theres always a feeling, we left unfinished business here in RSW. In my case, I wish to prove I'm more than a "Apathy Plaything" that I was perceived as before. I'm not just a toy nor peon for anyone to think low of. No I'm far stronger than any man or woman would dare feel. I, am Irish Strong, the tamer of the once un-tamable Apathy. And I, along with her wish to leave our marks in RSW. With Liz's heath preventing her from bringing the best of the best from her, I gladly assist her in beating the shit out of people who are dumb enough to stand in our way. Kicking ass and leaving you starving for more is what we do best."
"Despite our desire to ruin others time, this appearance of us is, not for whom want us to be here forever. But its fortunate for those who are our sorry excuses for opponents. If we'd stay longer than this spill to the Middle East, they'd be praying we would never come back. Two of these people are basically nobodies who'll likely just be there to stop me an' Liz from beating the shit out of the real competition, Parsons and Anderson."
"From what I know Chrissy, who and Liz don't get along fairly well. That she hates you, and the feeling is mutual from you. Be a shame if someone where to hurt your pretty face right laddy? I mean, its not like I'm strong enough to punch your face so hard you'll fly out of the ring and hopefully break your neck in the process. I mean, its *professional* wrestling, not like we're trying to hurt each other right?"
"Wrong sonny boy. If I get you in my sight, I'll take the first shot and the last of your shameful existence."
"And for the pretty boy, Marcus Anderson, son of Allen Anderson if I'm right? You have quite the weight on your shoulders kid. Carrying the mantle of what your father once carried and now your expected to reach if not surpass what he achieved and carry his legacy? I'd be lying if I said you have it easy boy-o. For you surely don't. Carrying such weight, great power and history on your shoulders that you are destined to preserve and leave a lasting impact, must be devastating. I have the fortune of not having a legacy to surpass to be better than, as I have my own destiny to forge. And your in my way now."
"From what I read in the papers, your father was murdered by the former head of this company. Once again, the politics ruin a Golden Age, and may very well have ended with its golden boy as well. And now you have to carry the legacy that your father held. Can you? I don't think you can boyo, I'm sorry. Lizzy tells me that you don't carry the fire that your father had. I'd argue that, you don't carry any form of fire within you. If you wish to carry this weight, you need a spark lad. An' I'll be glad to give you one. With a kick in yer face."
"I didn't really miss this place, as nothing's changed. Its the same shit from new people, and different day. All bout, making shareholders happy. With their lust and greed for money and desire to squeeze the blood from any stone they come across. Thats why this is happening, isn't it lads? I mean think of it, some of you cucks like these nobodies we're fighting wouldn't care to know who we are unless some suit back in RSW didn't pay us to go to Saudi Arabia. Hell if I had it my way I'd be back home in Louisiana with Liz just going by with life. But money talks. And so does a secret, not so secret desire to beat the fuck outta morons like Chris Parsons. Tell you what, that blood money will indeed be stained in blood after the show. Just ask for the right price and low and behold you get the most dangerous couple in RSW's livelihood."
"And one final thing from all of us, in the O'Rourke family household...
Buille linn, dare leat tú."
(Beat us, we dare you)
"It begins on a nice winter day. I used to live top of the pub. I was a small time underground fist-to-cuffs fighter. Also ran security for the pub owner. Living there was a pain in the arse, but nothing I couldn't handle. Often patrons would cause some trouble, and I'd kick them out. Least the rent was cheap, livin' in Boston wasn't the cheapest nor the nicest place. On that day though, it was a calm one. Nobody but the usual rabble. Then a redhead with eyes looking in a sea of unknown, walks through our door, and gets wolfies whistles as any woman who walked in got. Even some lad brave enough to tell her to sit on his lap. But this one was different. She went for a empty table, put a briefcase down, this was a personal trip. She wasn't from here and knew almost nothing what she walked in on. Kept my eye on her, till a fool walked over to her, trying to get her attention. He was a nobhead, wanting to get any piece of ass he saw. He tried to grope her, she headbutted him back, I step in throw his ass through the window. Honestly, I think I saved the fool. After that, me and the lass, we sat and drank together."
"After a few, she told me her name, Elizabeth. Like me mom. She was here to sign the deaths of a close one. Who'd promised he'd come back to her someday. But, his plane was lost. She knows he's gone, and now she had no one. The power of loss weighed heavily on her shoulders. That everyone she ever loved either hates her, or is dead. The pain was deep within her, she couldn't keep the same attitude or feel that she carried as being Apathy any longer then. It was a heartbreaking feeling to read from her. But I could tell, she deserved one who loved her. My initial attempt proved fruitless, as she would kindly decline and leave the pub. Being a stubborn bastard, I followed her, as she fled into a alleyway. In tears she turned to me. I asked, why did she run; and why was she crying. She told me, that she didn't want to become attached to another, only for her to lose them again. She told me the name, Tom was why she came to Boston to sign off, and the most real love she ever felt prior to me. I for one, couldn't understand why anyone would hate this woman. I continued my approach, and told her in the eyes, that, I'd never could hate such a beautiful woman or God willing, die on her account. After that day, we were inseparable."
"After that, I joined my betrothed in the wrestling scene. I feel as though, its a comfortable space to be in. Me and Lizzy, we go everywhere we want to go, ruin anybody stupid enough to fight us. Even for a spill, we fought here in RSW. To be fair, they resented us then and I'm confident they'll resent us now. But why did we walk away from Riot Star Wrestling? Well, politics are the failure of any Golden Age. Regardless it being a company, kingdom or country. They just proved to be too much of a annoyance on our lives. We went onto continue our passion where they could not reach us. And we never fail in what we strive to achieve. Still, theres always a feeling, we left unfinished business here in RSW. In my case, I wish to prove I'm more than a "Apathy Plaything" that I was perceived as before. I'm not just a toy nor peon for anyone to think low of. No I'm far stronger than any man or woman would dare feel. I, am Irish Strong, the tamer of the once un-tamable Apathy. And I, along with her wish to leave our marks in RSW. With Liz's heath preventing her from bringing the best of the best from her, I gladly assist her in beating the shit out of people who are dumb enough to stand in our way. Kicking ass and leaving you starving for more is what we do best."
"Despite our desire to ruin others time, this appearance of us is, not for whom want us to be here forever. But its fortunate for those who are our sorry excuses for opponents. If we'd stay longer than this spill to the Middle East, they'd be praying we would never come back. Two of these people are basically nobodies who'll likely just be there to stop me an' Liz from beating the shit out of the real competition, Parsons and Anderson."
"From what I know Chrissy, who and Liz don't get along fairly well. That she hates you, and the feeling is mutual from you. Be a shame if someone where to hurt your pretty face right laddy? I mean, its not like I'm strong enough to punch your face so hard you'll fly out of the ring and hopefully break your neck in the process. I mean, its *professional* wrestling, not like we're trying to hurt each other right?"
"Wrong sonny boy. If I get you in my sight, I'll take the first shot and the last of your shameful existence."
"And for the pretty boy, Marcus Anderson, son of Allen Anderson if I'm right? You have quite the weight on your shoulders kid. Carrying the mantle of what your father once carried and now your expected to reach if not surpass what he achieved and carry his legacy? I'd be lying if I said you have it easy boy-o. For you surely don't. Carrying such weight, great power and history on your shoulders that you are destined to preserve and leave a lasting impact, must be devastating. I have the fortune of not having a legacy to surpass to be better than, as I have my own destiny to forge. And your in my way now."
"From what I read in the papers, your father was murdered by the former head of this company. Once again, the politics ruin a Golden Age, and may very well have ended with its golden boy as well. And now you have to carry the legacy that your father held. Can you? I don't think you can boyo, I'm sorry. Lizzy tells me that you don't carry the fire that your father had. I'd argue that, you don't carry any form of fire within you. If you wish to carry this weight, you need a spark lad. An' I'll be glad to give you one. With a kick in yer face."
"I didn't really miss this place, as nothing's changed. Its the same shit from new people, and different day. All bout, making shareholders happy. With their lust and greed for money and desire to squeeze the blood from any stone they come across. Thats why this is happening, isn't it lads? I mean think of it, some of you cucks like these nobodies we're fighting wouldn't care to know who we are unless some suit back in RSW didn't pay us to go to Saudi Arabia. Hell if I had it my way I'd be back home in Louisiana with Liz just going by with life. But money talks. And so does a secret, not so secret desire to beat the fuck outta morons like Chris Parsons. Tell you what, that blood money will indeed be stained in blood after the show. Just ask for the right price and low and behold you get the most dangerous couple in RSW's livelihood."
"And one final thing from all of us, in the O'Rourke family household...
Buille linn, dare leat tú."
(Beat us, we dare you)
