Be Steele, My Bloody Heart

[Carrick O'Connor]

(As the scene fades in, the camera pans across the lush, green grass of the Irish countryside. A normal overcast and cloudy day on the outskirts of Belfast, the sun beginning to peak out from behind the clouds. The camera finally pans into a small country cottage sat back against the hillside. The camera slowly pans in to see the newest superstar to sign a contract in the IWF, Carrick O'Connor, sitting in a chair on the porch. His feet up on the handrail, his head laid back, eyes closed. His hands folded together in his lap.

The camera slowly moves closer and up onto the porch. As we reach closer, the porch creeks and Carrick's eyes shoot open. He turns his head and flies up out of the chair and charges towards the camera. The camera backs up and falls to the ground, looking up as Carrick addresses him in a rage.)

{Carrick O'Connor} - Who the fuck are you? And more importantly, what the hell are you doing here?

{Cameraman} - I'm...from....IWF..

{Carrick O'Connor} Well, for fucks sake, man. Why didn't you just say that? You could have been seriously injured!

(Carrick pulls the camera man up, appearing to be nice for a moment.)

{Carrick O'Connor} Dust yourself off, go ahead. I'll wait.

(The camera man breathes a sigh of relief as he gathers himself.)

{Carrick O'Connor} - You all good? (cameraman shakes his head yes) That's good... NOW GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE BEFORE I BURY YOUR ASS IN THE SIDE OF THAT MOUNTAIN!

(Frightened, the camera man takes off running. As he does, Carrick yanks the camera out of his hands. He holds it to his side and you see the camera man fade into the distance. In the background, you can hear Carrick laughing. The camera jostles around until you see his face, very close into the camera, as he holds it himself.)

{Carrick O'Connor} - Now that your little IWF watchdog is gone, I got something to say to you IWF. Not the other punks in the locker room. I am talking about the brass. The big wigs. The top dogs. Listen and listen closely. Don't you ever send another one of these sons a bitches to my house, on my property again. I let this one go as a warning. The next one, won't be so lucky. You don't tell me when to talk. You don't tell me what to say. The only thing you need to tell me is the when, the where, and the who of my next match. I decide when to talk. I decide when to show my face on your cameras.

You've. Been. WARNED!

(Carrick slams the camera down on the ground. The screen flickers, turns to static and then fades to black.)

Is cuma le fear na mbróg cá leagann sé a chos.
_{(English Translation: The man with the boots does not mind where he places his foot.}

(The screen flickers for a moment before slowly fading in. In the scene, you see Carrick standing facing the camera talking to someone off camera. They appear to be talking about the upcoming match. The man off camera is Connor's uncle. Aflie O'Connor.)

{Carrick O'Connor} - So we got our first match this weekend and it's only fitting that it's on Pay Per View.

{Alfie O'Connor} - As it should be indeed. Who is the bloody gobshite that gets to be your first victim?

{Carrick O'Connor} - Some Fella the name of Teddy Steele.

{Alfie O'Connor} - Christ almighty, lad. That guy is dry shite. I have seen him in other places, and let me tell you, it's one of the most depressing things you will ever lay your eyes on.

{Carrick O'Connor} - I did some research, and he seems like a bi...Grand. (giggling)

{Alfie O'Connor} - You don't know the half of it, boy. He comes out to the ring, and he does this horrible rhyming business that is just God awful. He thinks is this epic display of articulation that nobody can match. Its a right holy show, lad.

{Carrick O'Connor} - Uncle Alfie, it's called rap.

{Alfie O'Connor} - I don't give a right shit what it's called. It's horrible on me ears!

{Carrick O'Connor} - Well, I found out a few things about him myself. Flip that camera on, so I can let the IWF, Teddy Steele and the rest of the world know what I am going to do with him!

(Footsteps are heard as Alfie moves towards the camera. He positions it and tightens the screen until its close in on Carrick. Carrick readies himself, psyching himself up for his first real on camera apperance in IWF.)

{Alfie O'Connor} - It's ready, boy.

(Carrick lowers his head a moment. He slowly lifts it back up, a look of rage and anger in his eyes. He smirks and begins to speak.)

{Carrick O'Connor} - Survival of the Fittest. How appropriate. This Sunday night, I make my debut in the IWF against Teddy Steele. Either the powers that be in IWF are off their nut or plastered. Maybe both. You are seriously going to send this joker to the ring against me? I mean, what kind of plonker do you think I am?

Nothing against Teddy Steele...

OK, wait. It's everything against Teddy Steele, actually. This thick headed dimwit is so whipped by that slapper he's with that he can't even be a real man and give her his name. What kind of man takes a woman's last name? I can't even begin to fathom the kind of desperate man you would have to be to even do such a thing. When I first heard that, I thought to myself, here is a man with absolutely no loyalty to his family. Your last name is meant to carry on the legacy of your kinsmen. To carry on your line. And you took a woman's last name instead.

I despise you just for that, Teddy. My dad was the same kind of sheepdog. He got scared, moved me and my family half way around the world and changed our names. Did you hear me, Teddy.

He changed our names!

It wasn't his name to change. My ancestors fought battles and wars, and spilled blood in the name of O'Connor. They sacrificed, they bled, and they died so that our name could carry on. And my father just up and changed it out of fear? I never respected him after that, and I damn sure can't respect you. You are a disgrace to your family, Teddy, and you disgust me.

And that's only the half of it!

When I looked you up, Teddy, I found out you are from Berkshire. Then, as I found more and more information on you, I found out that you are really from Tampa, Florida. So, not only have you turned your back on your family name, you turned your back on your country? I mean, America is in the bog, but you should never turn your back on your country. Loyalty goes a long way, Teddy.

A very long way.

You have no loyalty to family or country. Much like that brasser on your arm has none to you. You have your head so far up that bird's arse that you can't even think for yourself, man. I am beginning to wonder if you will be able to remove yourself from her gigantic crack long enough to get in the ring this Sunday. I must say, I certainly hope so. People like you disgust me, and I want to lay a beating on you the likes you've never had before. I want to beat you to the point of exhaustion. I want to leave you in a puddle of your own blood and laugh the whole time.

I will see you Sunday, Teddy. Be ready for a battle. Be ready for a war. Because I am.

(Carrick sits there a moment, before nodding his head to Alfie to let him know he is done. Footsteps are heard again as Alfie nears the camera. As his hand covers the lens, the camera beeps, then slowly fades to black.)