Sean Taylor
League Member
- Joined
- Sep 3, 2004
- Messages
- 220
- Points
- 0
- Age
- 43
- Location
- Kingston, Ontario
- Website
- www.geocities.com
(Sean Taylor is standing on the fourteenth tee of St. Andrews Golf Course. He is wearing a collared shirt and dress pants. His International Title sits around his waist. He tees up his balls swings and sends the ball careening down the right side of the hole and into the deep woods.)
Sean: Darn it! (noticing the camera) Oh, hello. Welcome to Sean Taylor's European Vacation. In between wrestling matches, I like to travel and visit new countries and experience different cultures. I'll be making my way across Europe before hopping on my private jet and finally ending up in Tokyo for Blood Bath. I'll be visiting strange, exotic places like here in Scotland. My new friend Angus Macgregor here is teaching me this game called golf.
Angus: Please, Mr. Taylor, ye need to be quiet while I'm takin' me shot.
Sean: Oh, sorry.
(Angus steps up to his ball and swings. His ball lands on the fairway just left of the right rough. He and Sean pick up their clubs and start walking down the fairway.)
Sean: So it seems that Danny Collins and I are heading to a match at Blood Bath. My International Title versus his newly won EUWC World Heavyweight Championship. Champion vs Champion. Title for title. Should be an interesting match.
(Angus reaches his ball, chooses a club, and swings. His ball lands on the green twenty feet from the hole. Sean, standing in the middle of the fairway, reaches into his and pulls out a new ball. He drops it on the fairway, selects a club, swings, and the flies over the green in a deep pond.)
Sean: STEALTH decided that I am worthy of a World Title shot and it's about time. For two years, I have been sitting back and watching mediocre wrestlers win mediocre matches and become mediocre champions. Time and time again I've watched what was once thought to be the biggest names in this company become World Champion sized jokes. From Buck Naked to Paul Doom to Angel of Death to Damien Dante Stone, the EUWC has never had a World Champion that it could be proud of.
(Sean walks onto the green, pulls out a new golfball, and places it on the green five feet from the hole. Angus two putts to end the hole.)
Sean: But now, Danny Collins has rode in on the white horse. He has become the hero that will save the EUWC World Championship from the brink of humiliation. He will restore the prestiage to the title that has been lost over the past months. Danny Collins will be the man who makes the greatest EUWC World Heavyweight Champion ever. How?
(Sean putts out. He picks up the ball and turns to the camera.)
Sean: By losing the title to me and making me the Undisputed Greatest Double Champion in the History of the EUWC. Collins, the countdown has begun. At Blood Bath, it'll be you and me. Don't get to comfortable with that belt because the it's not staying with you very long.
(Sean turns to back to Angus.)
Sean: I had a birdie three.
Angus: That weren't a tree, laddie. That t'were at least five. You gotta count your lost balls.
Sean: What? That's not fair. This is a stupid game anyway. What kind of idiot would go chasing a white ball around acres of undeveloped land for hours anyway?
Angus: That's the rules, laddie.
(Sean stares at Angus.)
Sean: Alright. I had a five. But from here on in you tell me everything right off the bat.
(Fade to black.)
Sean: Darn it! (noticing the camera) Oh, hello. Welcome to Sean Taylor's European Vacation. In between wrestling matches, I like to travel and visit new countries and experience different cultures. I'll be making my way across Europe before hopping on my private jet and finally ending up in Tokyo for Blood Bath. I'll be visiting strange, exotic places like here in Scotland. My new friend Angus Macgregor here is teaching me this game called golf.
Angus: Please, Mr. Taylor, ye need to be quiet while I'm takin' me shot.
Sean: Oh, sorry.
(Angus steps up to his ball and swings. His ball lands on the fairway just left of the right rough. He and Sean pick up their clubs and start walking down the fairway.)
Sean: So it seems that Danny Collins and I are heading to a match at Blood Bath. My International Title versus his newly won EUWC World Heavyweight Championship. Champion vs Champion. Title for title. Should be an interesting match.
(Angus reaches his ball, chooses a club, and swings. His ball lands on the green twenty feet from the hole. Sean, standing in the middle of the fairway, reaches into his and pulls out a new ball. He drops it on the fairway, selects a club, swings, and the flies over the green in a deep pond.)
Sean: STEALTH decided that I am worthy of a World Title shot and it's about time. For two years, I have been sitting back and watching mediocre wrestlers win mediocre matches and become mediocre champions. Time and time again I've watched what was once thought to be the biggest names in this company become World Champion sized jokes. From Buck Naked to Paul Doom to Angel of Death to Damien Dante Stone, the EUWC has never had a World Champion that it could be proud of.
(Sean walks onto the green, pulls out a new golfball, and places it on the green five feet from the hole. Angus two putts to end the hole.)
Sean: But now, Danny Collins has rode in on the white horse. He has become the hero that will save the EUWC World Championship from the brink of humiliation. He will restore the prestiage to the title that has been lost over the past months. Danny Collins will be the man who makes the greatest EUWC World Heavyweight Champion ever. How?
(Sean putts out. He picks up the ball and turns to the camera.)
Sean: By losing the title to me and making me the Undisputed Greatest Double Champion in the History of the EUWC. Collins, the countdown has begun. At Blood Bath, it'll be you and me. Don't get to comfortable with that belt because the it's not staying with you very long.
(Sean turns to back to Angus.)
Sean: I had a birdie three.
Angus: That weren't a tree, laddie. That t'were at least five. You gotta count your lost balls.
Sean: What? That's not fair. This is a stupid game anyway. What kind of idiot would go chasing a white ball around acres of undeveloped land for hours anyway?
Angus: That's the rules, laddie.
(Sean stares at Angus.)
Sean: Alright. I had a five. But from here on in you tell me everything right off the bat.
(Fade to black.)