The house lights come on fully, as a drum roll of celtic style begins to play over the sound system. From beyond the curtain, Murphy Doyle Maher appears, unshaken by the fully visible capacity audience. The drum roll ceases, as his theme song, Dream On, begins to play.
I know nobody knows
Where it comes and where it goes
I know it’s everybody sin
You got to lose to know how to win
Murphy makes short work of the walk to the ring. He does not look to the fans on either side of the walk way, he does not take his eyes off the ring. His hands are at his side, they do not move. He is as still, and as calm, as a man can be.
Half my life Is books written pages
Live and learn from fools and from sages
You know it’s true, oh
All these things you do come back to you
He slides into the ring and stands in the center, staring down at his feet, and begins to nod. He snaps his head up and looks out at the people in attendance. He does not raise his arms, he does not point. He only observes, and smiles.
Sing with me, sing for the years
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears
Sing with me, just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good lord will take you away
The song ends abruptly, and Murphy takes to his corner.
- Right Fuckered (Sleeper hold into a german suplex spinebuster)
- Full Irish DDT [hooks inside arm and drops it. Like Mic’s DDT]
- Crusty Bastard (Boston Crab with headbutting)
- Irish affection [bear hug with repeated head butting]
At age 18 he was taken under the wing of a very successful Ny wrestler and was given a chance to shine. 3 matches later, he had an undefeated streak and was on top of the world. Then he drove drunk, and caused a massive accident. 10 years and one manslaughter conviction later, he’s out of jail and now he’s trying to catch the glory he fell off of the last time.
Getting out of jail alive.
He’s watched some on youtube.