He'll Answer Ireland's Call

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Out of the mists of Time, he comes.
Older than the oldest lime, he comes.
Coursing through our veins, he comes.
Pulsing in our brains, he comes.
The pure, unbridled sound of......
Drums.

A steady drumbeat starts up, followed by a plaintive wailing flute, as we see in an undisclosed location, a quite muscular young man in a green, white and orange wrestling singlet, his back to us, the word EIRE visible to us written across his lower back in black lettering. He slowly turns around, his eyes averted to the floor, and he relaxes his tense stance as the flutes fade away.

"Hail to you. My name is Eoin Murphy McConnaigh, but you lads and lasses can call me Owen. If you may not have heard, I will be comin' to da' shores of the AWS to test the mettle of yore' favorite superstars' skills. Make no mistake about it, those who will be my friends and even those who will be my enemies...da' Irish Wolfhound is as good as it gets when ya' speak of European wrestlers. Now accordin' to da' comin' match card, I'll be facing off against a female wrestler named Faith. Apparently so the card says, she's had a lot on 'er plate lately, especially her impendin' matrimony with some Angel Phoenix fellow."

A light chuckle from Owen, but it quickly subsides as we can tell Owen's not in a mood to laugh and joke around very much. His ice-blue eyes light up again as he carries on, his fists still opening and closing.

"Now, Faith, I've done m'research on ya, lass. Ye're beautiful, bar none in this business. This...Angel Phoenix bloke is certainly blessed by God to have a woman of yer' stature and skill. But da' Irish Wolfhound...when I am on the hunt I care little for extraneous things like beauty and marriage and going easy on you because ya' might not have yer' head in the right place....Faith, if you've any design at all of defeatin' me on December 5th, then I would suggest very highly that you put your head in the right place. Because I am certain you want this--I am certain you want to mark your return to da' ring with a victory over one of the best European wrestlers in da' world. But, if ye're too concerned with yer' weddin', or any other amount'a things...You will be beaten, and soundly at that."

Owen now punches a fist into his other hand to show how ready he is to take on the Wrestling Goddess.

"I asked God earlier to bless ya', Faith. Bless ya', for your spirit will surely be dark after your defeat this comin' show. I would not wish an elongated period of sadness after you stagger back up the walkway in defeat. And I would hope that after our match, after I show you, Faith, and da' rest of AWS exactly how bloody good I am, that you will shake my hand after da' match is over before ya' retire backstage to the comfortin' arms of yer' beloved. That'll be all, Faith. I'll do da' rest of my talkin' in da' ring."


Scene. No walk-out, no intense stare, no nothing. As soon as he says his final words it suddenly and very finally cuts to black.