Post by TheFirecracker on Mar 17, 2015 15:07:10 GMT -6
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Philip-”Tha warehouse me boy. No traces of us can be left here. Plus we claim the insurance and it helps us get up and running somewhere else.”
Pauly-”Ye sure we kinna get away woth this?”
Philip-”Aye, we can fer sure. Just make it look like a break in thas all me boy.”
Pauly-”With that Agent up our arses right now ye sure this is whot needs tae be done?”
Philip-”Doesn’t needa be done, but why not collect tha insurance?”
Pauly-”This Agent James is a smart fella. Ye dinna think he will figure out is was us that burnt down our own warehouse?”
Philip shakes his head no and hands the gas can over to Pauly, who reluctantly takes it from him.
Pauly-”Okay Da.”
Pauly begins to walk all over the warehouse pouring the gas on everything he can. There are some left over chemicals that are marked highly flammable so Pauly makes sure he pours a little on them to help fuel the fire when he lights it. As he runs low on the gas he makes his way towards the front door. When he reaches he tosses the can inside and pulls out a book of matches, but before he lights it he turns towards his dad.
Pauly-”Ye sure ye wanna do this Da?”
Philip-”Aye, it needs tae happen boy. Just do it already.”
Pauly nods as he sparks the book of matches and tosses it towards the front door. He makes sure it catches the line of gasoline and heads towards the car with his father. They both get in and begin to drive away as a giant explosion is heard behind them. They look in the rearview mirror to see the warehouse now engulfed in flames. The scene fades out as they both grow a huge smile on their face.”
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Pauly is seen sitting on the roof of Aerynn’s warehouse. A dim light from the doorway lights up the area just enough to see Pauly. He sits there with his hands intertwined staring lifeless into the camera.
Pauly-”Fucking Aye. Things haven’t been ginna me ways lately have they? We had Ashley outnumbered at Tragic Engagement and we let that little bitch sneak away with her title still around her waist. What tha fuck went wrong?”
Pauly just shakes his head in disappointment as he continues on.
Pauly-”Now they got me fightin’ someone who calls himself a man?”
His hands come apart as one reaches in his jacket pocket for his pack of smokes. He pulls one out and lights up before speaking some more.
Pauly-”Ye call yerself a fucking man Mr. Baron? Really?”
A drag of the cigarette is taking as the anger in Pauly’s voice grows.
Pauly-”Dinna get me wrong, ye are a damn good wrestler, but no man are you. Running a fucking strip joint? I mean, I always love a good pair of tits bouncing in my face, but the things ye do to some of those girls makes my fucking stomach go in knots. Thas a hard thing tha do considering me life.”
Pauly takes a few more drags in hopes of calming himself down but it does not seem to be working.
Pauly-"Ye are a fucking joke tae otha men if ye ask me. Degrading women like ye do. Making them do things fer money because they down on their luck. If ye were really a man ye would help them without receiving anything fer yer pleasure, but nah. Ye gotta be satisfied before ye lend a hand. Fucking disgusting piece of shit ye ask me.”
Another drag and he flicks the smoke before it is even done. He then reaches down next to him and grabs a bottle of Jameson but does not open it right away.
Pauly-”Ye can come out here and say whot I have done in life doesn;t make me a man. I mean tha shite we have put arsenal through. FOrcing drugs into one of their boyfriends. Attacking them at will. Ye can say it make me a horrible person if ye want. Difference between me and you lad?”
He now cracks the bottle and takes a few gulps before speaking on.
Pauly-”I know I am a piece of shit, while ye sit there thinking what ye are doing is helping these people. Fucking scumbag. Thinking ye are some kind of pimp. Fucking dickweed if ya ask me.”
Pauly takes another swig from the bottle and lets out a belch.
Pauly-"If ye have such a glamorous life running yer fucking whore house then why do ye wrestle? Them girls not making ye any real money? So you turn tae beating people up tae supplement the shortage of cash? Yer focus has been off as of lately aye?”
He sips the bottle one more time before placing back down next to his chair.
Pauly-”Running around at tha pay per view getting shitfaced with Tedman yer idea of having a good time? Maybe ye should have been tending tae yer club? Pay attention that as we speak me guys are robbing ye blind as yer recovering from that massive hangover?”
Pauly laughs quite loudly.
Pauly-”Just fucking with ya lad. I dinna need the petty cash ye keep there. I kinna make thot in one day if I needed tae.”
He finally stops laughing and gains his composure once more.
Pauly-”But I am tryna get on the legal sides of things now a days. Tryna make this wrestling thing work. Tryna have this be what I do day in and day out. I dinna wake a second life messing up any chance I have of becoming successful inside a wrestling ring. If it means walking away from a multi-million dollar a year way of life than so be it. I dinna need the extra heat anymore.”
He lifts up the bottle of Jameson and sips it a few more times. He then rests it on his one knee as he speaks on.
Pauly-”Even though trouble has its ways of finding me quite easily. Guess it comes with tha territory. Kinna never walk away from tha life. Same fer you ey?”
Pauly takes the last of the Jameson down and caps the bottle. He then places the empty bottle down next to him one last time.
Pauly-”Or maybe ye like whot ye do. I dinna know whot goes through yer little head, but I do know one thing.”
Pauly stands up and stumbles a bit as the Jameson is now kicking in. Pauly puts one hand on the back of the chair making sure he doesn’t fall over.
Pauly-”Shite lad. SHouldn;t of stood up so fast.”
He chuckles lightly as he quickly gains his composure.
Pauly-”As I was saying. The one thing I know is this Mr. Baron. Come mayhem I’ll show ye whot it is like to be degraded. I’ll show ye whot it is like tae be on tha recieving end of a STRONG pimp smack. I’ll treat ye like ye treat some of yer girls. Like a little fucking whore. Time tae pay the piper. Yer turn tae be the hoe. Now be a good bitch and take this beating thas coming tae ye on Mayhem.”
Pauly stumbles off towards the door as the scene fades to black.[/div]
“Get Agent James down here. Got some interesting stuff to show him.”
Some random person in the lab just nods and heads off to get said man. He reaches a room a few away from the lab they were working in and approaches another man who stands there at his desk just after hanging up his phone.
“Agent James?”
“Uh yeah?”
“Sorry to bother you but Bobby said he has something interesting you might want to see in the lab.”
“Ok. I’ll be right there.”
The unknown man scurries off as Agent James makes another quick phone call.
“Hold that meeting. They just found something in the lab. Who knows how long I’ll be tied up now.”
*mumble mumble mumble*
“Sounds good. We can just catch up tomorrow. See you then.”
Agent James hangs up the phone and makes his way right for the lab. As he enters the lab tech turns around and speaks right up.
“Glad you are here. Thought this might make your tail wag a bit sir.”
Agent James shakes his head.
“Never make that damn reference again. I am no fucking dog.”
“Sorry Sir. Let me rephras…..”
“No rephrasing. Just show me what you got already.”
The technician nods and turns around and starts clicking the mouse on his computer and everything.
“Well, we couldn’t trace the number he was on the phone with…..”
“Was most likely a burner. Men in their profession as they call it, always use them.”
“Not Little Frankie.”
“Fucking idiot.”
“Exactly what I said, so I was able to trace the location of where he was when he made his last call. Thought this might be of interest to you.”
A few more clicks and then Agent James’ eyes light up.
“I thought you said the Irishmen haven’t made contact with him?”
“Mick bastards lying to cover their ass. Or give them a headstart to get a move on things. I knew something fishy was going on over there.”
“Well the call only lasted a few seconds. Do you think they had anything to do with the death of Little Frankie?”
“With the information surfacing, I wouldn’t put it past them. I am sure they are involved with Frankie’s murder. This info means a lot, good job agent!”
“Thank you sir.”
“Just let me know if anything else comes up.”
“You will be the first to know.”
“Good. Keep at it.”
The lab technician just nods as Agent James exit the room.
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Pauly-”Last truck just left Da.”
Philip-”Good job lad. Now for the last thing to go.”
Pauly looks at his dad in slight confusion.
Pauly-”Everything is cleared outta here Da. What else needs ta go?”
His Dad reaches down and lifts up a gas can.”
[/font]Some random person in the lab just nods and heads off to get said man. He reaches a room a few away from the lab they were working in and approaches another man who stands there at his desk just after hanging up his phone.
“Agent James?”
“Uh yeah?”
“Sorry to bother you but Bobby said he has something interesting you might want to see in the lab.”
“Ok. I’ll be right there.”
The unknown man scurries off as Agent James makes another quick phone call.
“Hold that meeting. They just found something in the lab. Who knows how long I’ll be tied up now.”
*mumble mumble mumble*
“Sounds good. We can just catch up tomorrow. See you then.”
Agent James hangs up the phone and makes his way right for the lab. As he enters the lab tech turns around and speaks right up.
“Glad you are here. Thought this might make your tail wag a bit sir.”
Agent James shakes his head.
“Never make that damn reference again. I am no fucking dog.”
“Sorry Sir. Let me rephras…..”
“No rephrasing. Just show me what you got already.”
The technician nods and turns around and starts clicking the mouse on his computer and everything.
“Well, we couldn’t trace the number he was on the phone with…..”
“Was most likely a burner. Men in their profession as they call it, always use them.”
“Not Little Frankie.”
“Fucking idiot.”
“Exactly what I said, so I was able to trace the location of where he was when he made his last call. Thought this might be of interest to you.”
A few more clicks and then Agent James’ eyes light up.
“I thought you said the Irishmen haven’t made contact with him?”
“Mick bastards lying to cover their ass. Or give them a headstart to get a move on things. I knew something fishy was going on over there.”
“Well the call only lasted a few seconds. Do you think they had anything to do with the death of Little Frankie?”
“With the information surfacing, I wouldn’t put it past them. I am sure they are involved with Frankie’s murder. This info means a lot, good job agent!”
“Thank you sir.”
“Just let me know if anything else comes up.”
“You will be the first to know.”
“Good. Keep at it.”
The lab technician just nods as Agent James exit the room.
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Pauly-”Last truck just left Da.”
Philip-”Good job lad. Now for the last thing to go.”
Pauly looks at his dad in slight confusion.
Pauly-”Everything is cleared outta here Da. What else needs ta go?”
His Dad reaches down and lifts up a gas can.”
Philip-”Tha warehouse me boy. No traces of us can be left here. Plus we claim the insurance and it helps us get up and running somewhere else.”
Pauly-”Ye sure we kinna get away woth this?”
Philip-”Aye, we can fer sure. Just make it look like a break in thas all me boy.”
Pauly-”With that Agent up our arses right now ye sure this is whot needs tae be done?”
Philip-”Doesn’t needa be done, but why not collect tha insurance?”
Pauly-”This Agent James is a smart fella. Ye dinna think he will figure out is was us that burnt down our own warehouse?”
Philip shakes his head no and hands the gas can over to Pauly, who reluctantly takes it from him.
Pauly-”Okay Da.”
Pauly begins to walk all over the warehouse pouring the gas on everything he can. There are some left over chemicals that are marked highly flammable so Pauly makes sure he pours a little on them to help fuel the fire when he lights it. As he runs low on the gas he makes his way towards the front door. When he reaches he tosses the can inside and pulls out a book of matches, but before he lights it he turns towards his dad.
Pauly-”Ye sure ye wanna do this Da?”
Philip-”Aye, it needs tae happen boy. Just do it already.”
Pauly nods as he sparks the book of matches and tosses it towards the front door. He makes sure it catches the line of gasoline and heads towards the car with his father. They both get in and begin to drive away as a giant explosion is heard behind them. They look in the rearview mirror to see the warehouse now engulfed in flames. The scene fades out as they both grow a huge smile on their face.”
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Pauly is seen sitting on the roof of Aerynn’s warehouse. A dim light from the doorway lights up the area just enough to see Pauly. He sits there with his hands intertwined staring lifeless into the camera.
Pauly-”Fucking Aye. Things haven’t been ginna me ways lately have they? We had Ashley outnumbered at Tragic Engagement and we let that little bitch sneak away with her title still around her waist. What tha fuck went wrong?”
Pauly just shakes his head in disappointment as he continues on.
Pauly-”Now they got me fightin’ someone who calls himself a man?”
His hands come apart as one reaches in his jacket pocket for his pack of smokes. He pulls one out and lights up before speaking some more.
Pauly-”Ye call yerself a fucking man Mr. Baron? Really?”
A drag of the cigarette is taking as the anger in Pauly’s voice grows.
Pauly-”Dinna get me wrong, ye are a damn good wrestler, but no man are you. Running a fucking strip joint? I mean, I always love a good pair of tits bouncing in my face, but the things ye do to some of those girls makes my fucking stomach go in knots. Thas a hard thing tha do considering me life.”
Pauly takes a few more drags in hopes of calming himself down but it does not seem to be working.
Pauly-"Ye are a fucking joke tae otha men if ye ask me. Degrading women like ye do. Making them do things fer money because they down on their luck. If ye were really a man ye would help them without receiving anything fer yer pleasure, but nah. Ye gotta be satisfied before ye lend a hand. Fucking disgusting piece of shit ye ask me.”
Another drag and he flicks the smoke before it is even done. He then reaches down next to him and grabs a bottle of Jameson but does not open it right away.
Pauly-”Ye can come out here and say whot I have done in life doesn;t make me a man. I mean tha shite we have put arsenal through. FOrcing drugs into one of their boyfriends. Attacking them at will. Ye can say it make me a horrible person if ye want. Difference between me and you lad?”
He now cracks the bottle and takes a few gulps before speaking on.
Pauly-”I know I am a piece of shit, while ye sit there thinking what ye are doing is helping these people. Fucking scumbag. Thinking ye are some kind of pimp. Fucking dickweed if ya ask me.”
Pauly takes another swig from the bottle and lets out a belch.
Pauly-"If ye have such a glamorous life running yer fucking whore house then why do ye wrestle? Them girls not making ye any real money? So you turn tae beating people up tae supplement the shortage of cash? Yer focus has been off as of lately aye?”
He sips the bottle one more time before placing back down next to his chair.
Pauly-”Running around at tha pay per view getting shitfaced with Tedman yer idea of having a good time? Maybe ye should have been tending tae yer club? Pay attention that as we speak me guys are robbing ye blind as yer recovering from that massive hangover?”
Pauly laughs quite loudly.
Pauly-”Just fucking with ya lad. I dinna need the petty cash ye keep there. I kinna make thot in one day if I needed tae.”
He finally stops laughing and gains his composure once more.
Pauly-”But I am tryna get on the legal sides of things now a days. Tryna make this wrestling thing work. Tryna have this be what I do day in and day out. I dinna wake a second life messing up any chance I have of becoming successful inside a wrestling ring. If it means walking away from a multi-million dollar a year way of life than so be it. I dinna need the extra heat anymore.”
He lifts up the bottle of Jameson and sips it a few more times. He then rests it on his one knee as he speaks on.
Pauly-”Even though trouble has its ways of finding me quite easily. Guess it comes with tha territory. Kinna never walk away from tha life. Same fer you ey?”
Pauly takes the last of the Jameson down and caps the bottle. He then places the empty bottle down next to him one last time.
Pauly-”Or maybe ye like whot ye do. I dinna know whot goes through yer little head, but I do know one thing.”
Pauly stands up and stumbles a bit as the Jameson is now kicking in. Pauly puts one hand on the back of the chair making sure he doesn’t fall over.
Pauly-”Shite lad. SHouldn;t of stood up so fast.”
He chuckles lightly as he quickly gains his composure.
Pauly-”As I was saying. The one thing I know is this Mr. Baron. Come mayhem I’ll show ye whot it is like to be degraded. I’ll show ye whot it is like tae be on tha recieving end of a STRONG pimp smack. I’ll treat ye like ye treat some of yer girls. Like a little fucking whore. Time tae pay the piper. Yer turn tae be the hoe. Now be a good bitch and take this beating thas coming tae ye on Mayhem.”
Pauly stumbles off towards the door as the scene fades to black.[/div]