Somethin' T'Prove

Referee: 1! 2! 3! Ring the bell!!

What th'hell just happened? Where the fuck was I? Was I dreaming...? All I could see was this black figure checking on me. Then the other holding something up, a title belt. Was it mine? No. The ref threw the belt on top of me and then walked away. The lights dimmed down and I couldn't hurt anything, but muffled music. Out stepped a group. My sight was a little blurred, I couldn't see them clearly. I tried to move, but each time I tried to stand I wouldn't it was like I was numb all over me body. The group walked to the ring slowly. However the suddenly appeared in the ring. The one in the middle kneels down and looks me over. This was abnormal, I've never seen anything like this.

O'Shannon: Who...are you?

He didn't answer me question. He stands up and then raises his foot.

O'Shannon: What the fuck are you doin'?! Hey!!

Suddenly the lights got turned out by a foot to me face. I shot up in me seat with a gasp. Me face was still there, I felt around on it cautiously. The person I sat next to looked at me for a moment. I give him a small nod and a nervous smirk and then look forward. What kinda dream was that? Nothin' I've never had before in me life. I rubbed my eyes and looked forward. I could tell this wasn't gonna be one of those matches I could just walk out of. Th'dream was an omen, no doubt about it. Though it was a bad omen. Maybe it was a sigh? No, couldn't let this get to me. I knew K.I.D. was tough, but I wasn't someone to count out. I'm the rookie, I know that. I'm the new guy who's the so called 'paper champion' what the bloggers call me. Yeah, I surf th'internet fuckers.

The thing is I don't give two shits if a K.I.D. or a Jason Hawk smark, or a forty year old who sees Nick Ridicule as a new age wrestler who resembles an old school wrestler. Cry be a fuckin' river why don't ya? All I know is I came to succeed and I did that. Things have been lookin' up for me since I walked through those gates to NLWF. I've got me gold around my shoulder and I've got a small clan in Salvation. Mr. O'Shea, the guy who brought me to Salvation, is really the one I should be thankin'. Without'em I would still be in Boston bein' bouncer and bartender. Not that I didn't like doin' it, the job was tirin'. Each fight I broke up was too easy. I needed a challenge, somethin' to get the ol' adrenaline pumpin' through me veins.

Me callin' came in wrestling. Now I'm the talk o'th'town so the speak. People don't see me as the rookie who kicked some other rookie's asses. No. They see me as the rookie who dominated on NLWF and then took Nicky Boy's belt from around his waist. T'be honest I think he's a lil' sore. Heard he hasn't been the same. If I were to keep a belt as long as the lad did, I would be broken up too. BUT, that wasn't gonna happen. If he wanted his belt, if he wanted to get his hands on MY title? He would have t'go through me to get it.

After going through my random thoughts and thinking about the dream I looked up to see a small head. He was peekin' at me since I got on the flight, he was starin' at the belt. I could tell from his gleaming little eyes. I smiled a bit and rested my head against the back of the chair. I peek through my left eye and see him still staring. I close my eyes.

O'Shannon: Pretty nice huh?

The lad jumped and leaned down in his chair. I laugh and sigh.

O'Shannon: It's alright, I ain't gonna bite ya.

The kid didn't come back up. I give a light chuckle and rub my mustache.

O'Shannon: Ya been starin' at me since I woke up. Which means you wanna talk right?

Still wouldn't show his little head.

O'Shannon: I'll let you hold my belt?

There was still silence, soon his head peeked up at me and his brown eyes looked at my belt.

O'Shannon: There we go...

I smile and then look at him for a moment.

O'Shannon: Connor's me name. And you?

He was still quiet, I lean forward with me right ear.

O'Shannon: Didn't quite get that a little louder lad.

Jake: Jake...

I smile and nod my head at him.

O'Shannon: Much better. So how old are ya Jake?

Jake: Uhm, twelve...

O'Shannon: Aye, y'growin' pretty fast there me boy.

He nods hesitantly. The boy seemed a little scared of me. Couldn't blame'em though, I mean if you say a big pale Irishman talkin' to ya, you'd stiffen up too.

O'Shannon: Hey don't afraid of me lad. I'm just tryin' to get to one destination and wait for the next. Friendly as a breeze on a hot day.

He smiled a bit and chuckled. Guess he found my sayin' funny.

O'Shannon: Made y'laugh there eh? Well glad to make ya happy Jake.

Jake: Thanks...

O'Shannon: Ah ya speak huh?

Jake: Yeah.

I nod with an impressed look on me face.

O'Shannon: Good to know.

Jake: Are you famous?

I look at my belt and then hold it close to my waist. This was gettin' me noticed that was for sure. I smiled at the boy giving him a nod of me head.

O'Shannon: Yes in fact I am...

Jake: Are you a superhero?

A superhero huh? Sorry to break it to'em but I was far from a superhero. I don't find it super kickin' a guy's head off or spikin' him into an open chair. But I would save the greusome parts later. I give him a slow half way nod.

O'Shannon: You could say that. I've got some superpowers that I'm proud of, but I keep it secret.

Jake: What kinda powers...?

O'Shannon: Well Jake...can ya keep a secret.

I playfully look left and right and lean closer. I tell him to come closer which he does slowly.

O'Shannon: Ya ready?

Jake: Yeah.

O'Shannon: Alright.

I lean closer.

O'Shannon: I've got super strength.

Jake: Really?

O'Shannon: Y'bet your butt I do. Watch.

I pulled out a quarter and then leaned back. I slowly began to bend it and the kid's eyes went wide.

Jake: WHOA! How'd you do that?!?

O'Shannon: Shhhhh, not so loud, you'll blow my cover!

Jake: Okay. Shhhhh! So why are you going to Los Angeles...?

O'Shannon: Well I got m'self some important superhero business to take care of.

Jake: Wow, really?

O'Shannon: I'm in this superhero group called Salvation, and they need me to take care of something.

Jake: What is it?

O'Shannon: Well he goes by the name of K.I.D. a nasty lad. He stole something from my leader Brenton Cyrus and won't give it back. So he and another superhero Aaron O'Shea picked me to try and take it back away from him.

Jake: That's mean...

O'Shannon: Isn't it?

Jake: Well I hope you beat the bad guy.

O'Shannon: Thanks lad...I do too. Hey...wanna hear a cool song?

Jake: Sure...

After an hour I was in my seat showin' the lad a drinking song. Had a little trouble, but it wasn't anything big.

O'Shannon: Alright lad, almost got it. Now repeat after me...
I've been a wild rover for many's the year...

Jake: I've been a wild rover for many's the year

,O'Shannon: Good!
And I spent all me money on whiskey and beer.

Jake:
And I spent all me money on whiskey and beer.

O'Shannon: Alright...all together now...

Together:
I've been a wild rover for many's the year,
and I spent all me money on whiskey and beer
And now I'm returning with gold in great store,
and I never will play the wild rover no more.

O'Shannon:
And it's no, nay, never! No, nay, never, no more,
will I play the wild rover. No (nay) never no more!
I went to an alehouse I used to frequent,
and I told the landlady me money was spent.
I asked her for credit, she answered me "nay,
such a custom as yours I could have any day".

Jake:
Uhm...I pulled from me pocket a handful of gold,
and on the round table it glittered and rolled.
She said "I have whiskeys and wines of the best,
and the words that I told you were only in jest"...??

I give him a nod.

O'Shannon:
I'll have none of your whiskeys nor fine Spanish wines,
For your words show you clearly as no friend of mine.
There's others most willing to open a door,
To a man coming home from a far distant shore.

On three, one, two, three, go!

Together:
I'll go home to me parents, confess what I've done,
and I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son.
And if they forgive me as oft times before,
I never will play the wild rover no more.

I smiled and then look at the boy. He had this shine to'em. Something I didn't see since...well...me. I nod my head and the intercom came on.

Pilot: Ladies and gentlemen we'll be landing soon, please gather all your bags and belongings when leaving. Thank you for flying with us and have a wonderful time in Los Angeles.

I look at the lad and shrug.

O'Shannon: Welp, that be the call. Time to shove off lad.

Jake: Hey! Wait!

I was ready to get up, I stopped and looked at him. He was eyeing my belt. Almost forgot about that deal.

O'Shannon: For a minute, yeah?

He nods happily and I hand it to him. His little hands couldn't really grasp it right.

Jake: Wow, it's heavy.

O'Shannon: Aye, it tis, and only I have the powers to lift it up!

Jake: Cool...

I smile and grab it up lightly. I get off the plane and look back at the kid.

O'Shannon: Wish me luck will ya?

He nods lightly and I walk off from the plane. It's always nice messin' around with little guys like them. Always makes me heart all gold and fuzzy. Now comes the cold and ruthless part o'th'day...me job. The day slowly fell into night and I was in me locker room. I held my belt tight in my grasp, glaring at it. The show hadn't started yet, it was far from it. I was early. I thought I'd do a little thinkin' again before start to fight.

O'Shannon: Focus Connor, you've got to focus. They're dependin' on ya. Don't let yer land down...

I was tryin' to hype myself up. This was my third match. Not just any match, a match against the Undisputed Champion. If I beat him tonight, then that would put me as one of the most dominant wrestlers to put into NLWF. That was lookin' pretty good from where I was standin'. I had an obstacle though, Mr. K.I.D. who seemed to think I didn't belong. Boy was the lad in for a surprise wasn't he?

KNOCK!

KNOCK!

KNOCK!

I look to the door.

O'Shannon: Who is it?

Brenton Cyrus: It's me...

Ah, Mr. Cyrus, I got up and opened the door. I smiled at him lightly and let him inside. I sat back down at my spot and started to lace up my boots a bit.

O'Shannon: So, here to wish me luck Bossman?

Brenton Cyrus: Somethin' like that.

Brenton found a chair and scoops it up to me, giving me a glare. I finish lacing my boots up and look at him.

Brenton Cyrus: I just wanted to come and see where you were tonight. Since you're new and all I'm going to give you a little advice when it comes to guys like K.I.D. when he starts, don't let him finish. Don't even let him think about finishing the match the way he wants. If he does then you're in for a world of trouble. People for him is one of the many reason I want my title back. I can't have someone who can't follow our religion hold such an important title. Do you understand me?

I nod and then look back and take up some wrapping tape. Brenton grabs my shoulder and looks me right in the eyes with a serious glare.

O'Shannon: Yeah...I do. Don't worry Mr. Cyrus...you'll see why I'm champion...

Brenton Cyrus: Good, just make sure you make him wish he never went against Salvation.

O'Shannon: I understand.

I give him a sly smirk and wrap my hands up. He stood up and walked out of me room and closed the door. Looked like Brenton wanted K.I.D. more hurt than I do. I guess that's why he's God around here. If y'challenge Him he'll smite ya. Startin' to like this place a bit more everyday.

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Butterflies Are For Pussies.

You know when you people think you don't deserve anything, and then you realize their a bigger hypocrite than you? I get that feelin' when I face Mr. K.I.D. see, I might not be from this place, might not even know people like y'do K.I.D. but I know I got one thing: Skill. See, like it or not, I've got this nice little strap around me shoulder. You can act like you're disgusted, but be honest, do you really hate me K.I.D.? Do you really believe the bullshit that's comin' from y'mouth? Don't you think you deserved what ya got last week?

I believe it's...what's that thing? Karma. For thinking beatin' some half retard like Xtreme makes you worth a dime of anyone's time. See, me being champion is a sign for good things to come. No matter what I'll mark down the day of becoming the NLWF Federation Champion as one of the happiest days of me life. So while you're off whinin' about getting turn into a can o' stoned paper champion I'll be waitin'.

I don't have a problem facin' ya. And I sure as hell don't have a problem facin' anyone else Aaron or Brenton throw my way. You look at me as some rookie who's done something no one was able to do. Since your little teammate Nick Ridicule lost to me you're angry at me. Don't be angry at me. Be angry at the lad who decided to piss Mr. O'Shea off. If he didn't try to be the cocky cunt muscle he was none of this would happen now would it?

So while you're pointin' your finger point it at yourself. You're partly responsible. You Mr. K.I.D. wanted to hold onto that little light you barely have lit and stay the champion. When Mr. Cyrus asked for it back you through a fit and now we're in a whole mess of a pickle. This isn't partly your fault...IT IS...your FAULT! The forklift, me beatin' ya like the skinny stoner ya are, it all came back to bite you in the narrow ass.

Now you get to step in the ring who might not have th' same move set as you, but can hit as hard as anyone else in this fuckin' ring. If I can destory an endangered species in my match then I sure as hell can take you on. And to my doubters, the youtubers who sit back stuffin' their faces with pizza rolls while listening to their Hollywood Undead. You hate me because I've got something you'll never have: Talent. You look at me because I'm not The Notorious K.I.D., Jason Hawk, Nick Ridicule. I'm Connor FUCKING O'Shannon.

I take no shit from anyone, and I sure as hell don't need your acceptance. So while you type away on your wrestling blogs about how Connor O'Shannon shouldn't be holdin' a belt know this. I've got more material than anyone of these wanna be rookies who think they have what it takes. If you ask me...I'm one of a kind. So tonight, watch, get y'beers out, and bring y'girlfriend...if ya got one next to ya. Because tonight...is gonna be my night...watch out...

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