*The sun is shining in the city of Dublin as we are brought the first view of the place into which Anarchy is to desend. The camera pans over to a bridge, in front of which is Big Joe, drinking a pint of Guiness.*
"You know it's been about two years since I've been here. It was here I learned how to transmute, and how to drink like I hate my liver. It's here I learned the fine art of wrestling. And it's here that I, along with The Crimson Tear, Generation X, am going to become the first DWA Tag Team champion. I don't know who my opponents are going to be. Might be the Outsiderz, who I don't think will be claiming to be the most dominate team in the DWA after Retribution. Could be the holy men, who just love to tell the rest of us what to do while breaking their own rules. You all know what I mean. Though shalt not kill, unless it't the crusades, which you still haven't appologized for. I'll just say this, Carson, if you don't get a sense of humor, Ireland is gonna tear you apart. Just like me. Hell, I might even end up facing Nobody and Payne. I can see how they might be out for a little payback after we took them out. But that's what you get for trying to fight my battles. If I want your help, I'll ask for it. Otherwise, get out. But it doesn't matter who I face. Cause I'll win. In front of a packed house at Croke Park. Can you imagin that? 83,000 of my countrymen yelling MY name. 83,000 people drinking a toast to Irish Style. Now that's what this country is all about. Passion. Intensity. The Celebration of life. That's my message. Síocháin
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