[Suddenly, the lights dimmed in the Sioux Falls Sports Arena, and a hush fell over the sold out crowd. Green mist began to filter into the arena through the entranceway, and as the opening chords of "Running from Me" by Trust Company kicked in, various images of Seamus Finnegan appeared on the 'tron, cutting from one shot to another, and another, until the name "Seamus Finnegan" flashed on the screen. The crowd erupted with a huge roar of approval at the sight of the Irish madman]
[PAGE]: HE'S HERE!!! SEAMUS...IS...HERE!!!
[McCOY]: What the hell is he doing here??? He's not even scheduled...
[PAGE]: [cutting him off] It doesn't seem to matter, because he's on his way out here and the fans are loving it!!!
[McCOY]: Bah...they're just a bunch of mindless sheep!
[An image of a bloodied Seamus from the King of Extreme best of 7 series appeared on the screen as Seamus began to make his way towards the ring]
[Another shot of Finnegan, smiling a sadistic grin after viciously attacking former NAWA superstar El Mucho with his trusted shillelagh]
[Seamus slid under the bottom rope and climbed the second turnbuckle on all four corners, waving the shillelagh at the crowd as they let out a huge pop. Seamus gestured to the outside for a microphone]
[PAGE]: It looks like Seamus has something to say here.
[McCOY]: Uh oh, here we go...
[SEAMUS]: CUT MAH FECKIN' MUSIC!!!
[The music cuts out, and the crowd began a huge "Seamus! Seamus!" chant. Seamus raised his hand for a moment, as if to ask the crowd for silence, but as the chants continued to get louder and louder, he lowered his hand and just soaked up the crowd's cheers]
[PAGE]: Listen to this capacity crowd!!! [Seamus once again raised his hand for silence, and this time the crowd obliged him]
[SEAMUS]: Have ah mentioned just how bloody FAN-FECKIN'-TASTIC it is to be back??? [the crowd roared yet again]
[SEAMUS]: Feckin' aye! These last ten months ah've been sittin' at home, healin' up my ol'injuries...oooh, and did ah mention that ah've also gotten married? [Seamus holds up his ring finger to the crowd, waving the wedding band and smiling that familiar Irish smile]
[SEAMUS]: Aye, Rebecca sends her warmest regards...an'if yer watchin' this at home, honey, ah'll be right home after the show! [Seamus winked at the camera]
[The crowd cheered, mixed in with some mild laughter from the crowd]
[McCOY]: What in the hell is this cheesy crap???
[PAGE]: There's nothing wrong with it, he's just saying hi to his wife watching at home!
[McCOY]: Whatever.
[SEAMUS]: But enough o'my family life...ah didn't come out here to talk to ye about my family or anything o'the sort...[suddenly, his mood changes from a smile to a more sinister, sadistic look that we're all so familiar with] ah've come out here to pick a fight! [The crowd roared]
[SEAMUS]: JONNY FIVE!!! JONNY GOD**BLEEP**ED FIVE!!! Last week on WildFire, ye made yerself a critical mistake...roll the footage: [The footage rolls from last week's WildFire! as Jonny Five blasted Robert Lancaster with the CSWA Great Plains Championship belt, which he'd won from Lancaster the week before, only to lose it to Alex Constantine later that night] [Seamus]: Scythe Meister...Chris Wright...last week, the pair o'ye wankers had a wee bit o'luck on yer side, an "angel" in yer corner, if ye will...unfortunately for that "angel", Jonny Five...IF THAT REALLY IS YER NAME!!! [the crowd laughed, as did Seamus, only to quickly return to the same sadistic and serious look on his face]...he's got himself the Devil on his back!
[SEAMUS]: Ye see, Jonny Five..."Five" what, exactly??? Is that yer I.Q. or somethin'??? [the crowd laughed once again] WHAT DOES IT MEAN??? [more laughter; back to the quiet, serious, sadistic Seamus] Ye see, Jonny...when ah came back here, ah came back for a reason, an'that reason was to win the tag team championship wi'my good pal, Robert Lancaster [the crowd popped at the mention of Lancaster]. But, seein' as how ye robbed me o'that chance, it seems that ah've got no other choice but to rob ye o'somethin' much more valuable...tell me, Jonny, do ye value havin' the ability to walk??? [screaming] DO YE??? [quiet and calm again] Aye, ah'll bet ye do, Jonny...ah'll bet ye do. Cherish that ability, Jonny...never take it fer granted, because once ah'm done wi'ye, ye'll learn just like everybody else will learn...[screaming] THAT PAYBACKS ARE A BITCH!!! And speakin' o'yer mother...[the crowd roared with laughter]...allow me to take this opportunity to apologize in advance to Mrs. Five, if yer watchin' out there at home...because ah'm truly, TRULY sorry fer what ah'm gonna have to do to yer son...an' ah'm gonna enjoy EVERY LAST DAMN BIT O'IT!!! FECKIN' AYE!!! And Jonny Five...if ye don't like that, ah've got TWO BLOODY WORDS FOR YE!!!
[Seamus held the microphone to the crowd, as the crowd responded with "POGUE MAHONE!" (which, roughly translated from Gaelic, means "Kiss My Arse")]
[SEAMUS]: FECKIN' AYE!!!
[Seamus tossed the microphone out of the ring, when all of a sudden Robert Lancaster comes running out of the back, and slides in the ring. The fans give a cheer, but somewhat confused by Lancaster's presence and the ongoing events so far from that evening.]
[McCOY]: What the hell is going on now.
[PAGE]: Lancaster is obviously consulting his tag partner about something.
[After a few moments of chatting, Lancaster and Seamus head to the back.]
[McCOY]: Well thank God they're outta here. Let's hope it stays that way for the rest of the night.
[PAGE]: Who knows McCoy, something is obviously going down. We'll be right back folks!