It's a sunny afternoon in Havana, Cuba just above seventy four degrees Fahrenheit with enough of a humidity factor to make it relaxing and enjoyable. Not too hot for an Irishman anyway. We come to the front of a big spacious beautiful cottage with several windows, and white siding all around the structure. Outside there is a breath taking scenery of a mile long beach front and a patio lounge with a nicely finished deck. There are many beach chairs just waiting to be used and one just so happens to be occupied right now by it's owner - Stephen Farrelly. Better known to the world of professional wrestling and it's fans as Sheamus. Some may call him the greatest Irish wrestler to ever live while others refer him to his moniker, "The Celtic Warrior".
Today Sheamus is wearing his sunglasses along with a pair of flip flops and black Nike shorts. He has a small patio end table next to him with some sort of concoction floating in his glass full of ice. A cute umbrella straw extends from his glass to his lips as he takes a sip of something that surely looks tasty. He is doing some reading but none of the magazine or novel kind. It appears to be documents from a folder he holds in his hand, but what could they be? Several minutes go by after reading them as he places them down over his waist where he sits. Sheamus now stands up, walks over to the patio fence and leans over with the documents in his hands. He looks out over the beach water and seems to have a lot on his mind.
"The Celtic Warrior" Sheamus: "In my hands I hold the future. In my hands I hold what awaits my next step in life. My destiny to be the best of all time lies within these documents and what I see as my next move. The journey to now has been a long, hard fought battle full of bumps and bruises, and several injuries. I've managed to heal quick and always come back strong. My health is at an all time low, but my passion for what I do is still real and fresh in my mind. I am hungry to get back into the ring."
Sheamus walks over back to his beach chair only to pick up his drink. He grabs hold of it and heads back inside his cottage home with the documents in hand. He places them down on the kitchen counter top before taking out a pen from a near by drawer.
"The Celtic Warrior" Sheamus: "Do I choose FWI or do I choose EBWF is the question?"
For a moment Sheamus goes over the pro's and cons in his mind before getting the ink wet on a paper. It looks as if he's signed a contract with EBWF over FWI.
"The Celtic Warrior" Sheamus: "I hope I've made the right decision. There is no going back now."
With Sheamus recent decision to join the EBWF wrestling promotion, he packed his things from his Cuba vacation and headed back towards the United States. As he boarded the plane and flew back home to Florida, Sheamus had a lot on his mind still and was scheduled to appear for the upcoming EBWF event known as "Warfare". Not knowing much about the company besides some of the talent it had in the locker room, Sheamus decided to fly to the Sprint Center arena in Kansas City, Missouri earlier than expected. As he flew home and got a good night's rest he woke up all packed again and ready to go back on the road and do what he does best - destroy the competition.
Firstly though, outside of his Florida home was a long black stretch limousine with the driver standing out front of it. Waiting on Sheamus was a white Caucasian male with dark patented sunglasses and a limo cap on his head. Dressed appropriately for the part he also wore a three piece suit with a black overcoat, white inner dress shirt, black dress pants and a red tie. He even had black loafer shoes too. As Sheamus locked his front door and carried his bags down he stopped abruptly in front of the driver to have some dialogue.
Limo Driver: "Hello sir. Welcome back home. Are you ready for your trip to Kansas City?"
Sheamus smirks and nods as he drops his bags in front of him.
"The Celtic Warrior" Sheamus: "See those bags on the ground, pick them up and put them in the trunk, fella."
The limo driver goes to pick up the bags before Sheamus stops him by pressing hand against his chest lightly. The man looks up to Sheamus as he isn't finished talking.
"The Celtic Warrior" Sheamus: "Two thing's though... Don't you EVER forget to come up to my front door and grab my bags for me again, okay?"
Limo Driver: "Oh of course, sir. I'm very sorr-"
Sheamus once again cuts him off as he tries to grab his bags from the ground again.
"The Celtic Warrior" Sheamus: "Oh, and the other thing...don't ever call this my home. I just live here so I can wrestle. I'm from Dublin, Ireland fella and don't you forget it!"
Sheamus now picks up his own bags and heads to the back of the limo where the trunk has already been open for him. He tosses his bags in, slams the trunk shut and then looks straight up to his driver who looks quite puzzled at this point.
"The Celtic Warrior" Sheamus: "And Jeeves...don't take things so seriously. And please, for the love of God stop calling me sir. You know sarcasm is my first language, fella."
Sheamus smiles as this limo driver he refers to as "Jeeves" tips his hat back to him.
"The Celtic Warrior" Sheamus: "Come on! Let's go, get in!"
With that both Sheamus and Jeeves climb inside the limo. Sheamus of course sits in the back while Jeeves is in the front seat ready to drive him to the nearby airport. The back window is down so that they can communicate as Jeeves takes off from his home.
"The Celtic Warrior" Sheamus: "So I've taken the EBWF offer, and I'd like to go over standard protocol with you, Jeeves."
Jeeves looks in his rear view mirror at Sheamus and nods.
"Limo Driver" Jeeves: "Yes si-I mean yes Stephen err Sheamus!"
"The Celtic Warrior" Sheamus: "Yes Jeeves that is so much better! Thank you. So here we go. You brought the spare tire?"
Jeeves nods as Sheamus counts using his fingers.
"The Celtic Warrior" Sheamus: "Okay good. And the extra credit card in case the first one gets declined?"
Once again Jeeves nods in agreement. Sheamus continues...
"The Celtic Warrior" Sheamus: "And most importantly, you're locked and loaded? You got the gun?"
As Sheamus waits patiently for a response, he looks worried.
"The Celtic Warrior" Sheamus: "Jeeves?!"
But alas Jeeves pulls out a black pistol from his coat pocket. He shows it up in the air to Sheamus who smiles like a little kid who just got spoiled on Christmas.
"The Celtic Warrior" Sheamus: "Alright! That's everything then...perfect."
"Limo Driver" Jeeves: "You never know when you're going to need protection. We've got crazy fans chasing you after matches, people who want to be like you, girls who try to seduce you only to steal your money. It's insane when you're famous and everybody wants something from you."
Just then they pull into the airport parking lot. Both Sheamus and Jeeves head towards the airport building where they go through standard protocol for boarding a plane. Everything seems to check out okay even their luggage as Sheamus bids farewell to Jeeves who will fly out later in the week to be at the EBWF Warfare event in Kansas City, Missouri. As Sheamus boards the plane and gets to his seat, he is asked by several people who recognize him for an autograph. Sheamus obliges and does just that as he finally gets to lay back and relax on his flight towards Kansas City for his debut match on Warfare as he takes on Damien Sandow.
Several hours after the flight had landed in Kansas City, Sheamus took it upon himself to head to the Sprint Center arena. Already there were several EBWF staff administration workers inside the offices getting down to business. As Sheamus entered the arena building and cleared security, he made his way to the office of the EBWF Chief of Financial Officer, Kurt Schneider. He was the one who had sent over the contract offer made by CEO Wes Ikeda. Not only did Sheamus have to go over things with Kurt upon his arrival, but he was also sent to Doctor Hope Clemente for a physical evaluation.
Everything seemed to check out for him as he left the administration offices with a big smile upon his face. Just as he is about to leave he takes notice of one of the camera crew guys shooting footage of Sheamus for social media and the big news that he has signed a contract with EBWF. Sheamus stops and turns his attention to him as the camera man looks on. Sheamus wraps his arm around him and turns the camera towards himself and the camera man in the shot.
"The Celtic Warrior" Sheamus: "I can see you're live right now doing some backstage work for social media. Well hashtag this one fella, Sheamus your Celtic Warrior is back in business. The rumors are true I'm coming back and I'll be here at the Sprint Center arena LIVE next Tuesday for EBWF Warfare. You want Warfare? I'll show you some! Damien Sandow...you're the first Warrior to do battle with the Great White known as Sheamus. When the bell rings and you're laying flat on your back from my Brogue Kick, it will be then that you realize the bell actually rang twice and you just lost, fella! Hahaha!"
Sheamus then steps back and puts his arms out like a cross. He screams aloud as he pounds his chest with his left hand closed yelling "Brogue! Brogue! Brogue!". Shortly after he leaves and the video is uploaded onto the internet on hundreds of social media outlets. The Celtic Warrior was never spotted again inside the arena. He had left for his hotel to prepare mentally and physically for his return to the ring.
So stop what you're doing and get your tickets now for EBWF Warfare before they're all gone!
