Post by TheFirecracker on Feb 5, 2014 7:21:53 GMT -6
{Making Calls}
"Aye, I got ye da. It's all ready ta go. Just waiting on the word ta where."
The scene comes in to Pauly back in Boston. He is at the warehouse walking through. He checks a crate here and there to make sure everything is in order.
"Aye Da. I told ye. Plus I'm a be doin' some travelin'. Trying ta find the cause more potential distribution territories. I know we are hurtin' right now. I am tryin' my best Da. Just give me some time."
Pauly shakes his head and says yes here and there.
"Ok Da. Love ye too. I'll let ye get back ta yer business and you let me get back ta mine. I'll call ye soon."
Pauly hangs up and places the phone back in his pocket. He walks up to a few of the guys at the warehouse and begins to talk to them.
"Jimmy, Mike, get yer asses ova here."
Two of them turn their attention more towards Pauly and walk right up to him.
"Now ye need ta listen real close now laddies. I got ta head out ta Colorado for another fight with this wrestling place. Even with suffering a loss in my wrestling debut, they told me ta tag along again. So you guys need ta handle tha day at day shit 'round here, understand?"
The two men nod their heads as Pauly doesn't give them a chance to speak.
"Good. Now get going. My Da is going to be calling soon with some orders that need ta be shipped out, and load up a couple of each gun in my truck. Might as well try ta make some contacts out there. Worth a shot, aye?"
The two men nod again and turn back around. Pauly begins to head to his car as his phone rings. The two men return with one crate and load it into the trunk of Pauly's SUV. As he approaches the door to get in his phone rings. He notices the ID says Aerryn and he answers right away.
"Hey girl. What’s up?”
“Pauly, I need some information. An’ I need ye not tae ask why an’ whot for.”
Of course, this concerned Pauly, but he simply agreed.
“Sure, what ya need, girl?”
“I need tae get in touch wit’ yer da. It’s verra important tha’ I get in touch wit’ him.. Like yesterday.”
“Sure sure. Give me a lil bit. Where are ya now?”
“Dinna worry ‘bout tha’ right now. Jus’, please.. Pauly, I need ye tae hurry on this.”
“Alright alright. Can ya give me a couple of hours?”
“Aye, I can do tha’. Call me soon as ye get ‘hold o’ yer da.”
With that he hung up but had a troublesome look upon his face. He could tell there was something wrong with his best friend. He could not seem to think of anything and eventually shook his head as got in the car. He started the car and got back out rely quick to make sure the two guys packed the guns he wanted. Everything checked out so he got back in his car, but he doesn't pull away. Instead he pulls his phone back out and dials his dad's number.
"Whatcha need Pauly?"
"Not me Da. Sometins up with Aerynn. Said it was real important she gets a hold of ye. Not a clue what she needs, wouldn't tell me."
"Ok, so I call her then. I'll get this straightened out Pauly. No need ta get yer panties in a bunch lad. I'm sure everythin' will be just fine."
"Aye, I hope so Da. I won't let anythin' happen ta her. Especially with her ol' man on his deathbed for tha most part."
"I understand where ye coming from boy. Ye know we will take care of her. Now let me go. I got ta go meet with some of tha kings. Love ya laddie."
Pauly smiles before he responds.
"Aye. I got some meetings of me own. Love ya to Da."
Pauly hangs up and places the phone in his pocket. He starts his vehicle and and pulls away a the scene ends.
{Expanding Business}
Pauly is seen pulling into a warehouse somewhere inside Colorado. The warehouse doors close behind as he pulls his truck to a stop. As he gets out a few guys walk up to his car. One man gets closer as he seems to be the one in charge.
"Hello Pauly. Glad you could make it."
Pauly shakes the mans hand then responds.
"Aye, same here. Ye must be Mr. Lamia."
"That I am. So you bring the samples?"
"Aye. I got them in tha truck. Ak, Glock, and Browning Snipers. Quantity is not a problem. We can get then ta ye whenever you need."
Pauly walks the guys around the back of his trunk. He opens up the back of the truck and Mr. Lamia'a guys carefully unload the crate. They place it on the ground and step back. This is where Pauly steps up and opens the crate. He pulls out the AK and hands it to Mr. Lamia.
"Oh this is nice Pauly. This is real nice."
The man checks out the gun. Aims it like he is getting ready to fire, then hands it back to Pauly. Pauly places the gun back in the crate and then hands him the sniper rifle.
"I already told ye tha prices. Ammo is extra of course."
Mr. Lamia looks through the scope of the sniper for a few moments and also hands it back to Pauly.
"So two dozen of each every couple a weeks is not a problem I presume?"
Pauly takes the sniper and also places it back in the crate.
"None at all Mr. Lamia. Two dozen if each is not a problem. Glad we can do bus is wit' ye. I'll call ye in a couple days about when the first shipment will be on it's way."
"Sounds good to me."
Mr. Lamia looks at his guys and motions for them to load the crate back into Pauly's truck, but Pauly stops them. Mr. Lamia loons abit confused as he speaks.
"Is there a problem?"
Pauly shakes his head in response.
"None at all. Consider it a present from me ta ye. No charge. Just glad we could come ta an agreement lad. I'll be calling soon."
Pauly shakes Mr. Lamia's hand and gets in his truck. The scene fades out as he drives out of the warehouse.
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Aye, Fabian. How ye doing lad?
Ye know Aerynn was right. She tol' me this wrestling gig wasn't tha same as the fights we was gettin' inta back home. She warned me and I underestimated things. Get ye can say I was a wee bit over confident, and it came back ta bite me in the ass.
Might be tha thick Irish skull of mine. I am pretty stubborn. Just ask Aerynn.
Which is what I should do. I mean she was able ta bring ye to yer knees. She was able ta defeat tha man who came out and was spitting all tha jibber jabber of taking everythin' by storm.
This girl who woke me up at tha ass crack of dawn ta just train. Little ol' Aerynn, able ta take down a man who has been around this business before.
Now I know ye had a troubled past. I know there was a point in yer life where you had nothin'. You were living on tha streets. Doing whatever you so pleased.
Ye don't think I had a troubled past? Ye think me and me Da was just born into this life we live? Able to have whatever we wantedwanted?
Not even close lad. We grew up on the streets of Ireland. I slept under Bridges with me Da and Ma. There we points were all we had ta eat was scraps from a pub or somethin' at closing time. If we were lucky 'nough.
Time went on. Me Da began ta do jobs for some guys. Things got great for us, life began ta finally look up.Daily hot showers, all tha food we could feast our Irish hands on.
It was a long journey but, but my Da got close with these guys. They began ta give him more responsibilities. Before I knew it, he began ta give me little jobs. Simple stuff, just watching ta neighborhood. Making sure tha stores weren't being messed with.
Along with that job detail, followed some scuffles. It was bound ta happen Fabian, but I stood me ground. I fought off tha burglars and tha regular thugs who just roughed ye up for tha fun of it.
Not before I took some lumps. Aerynn was always there ta patch me up as a lad growing up. Then one day they got me real good. They busted me eye open, knocked out a few teeth. I mean, I barely got them ta scatter off. Me and Aerynn knew I would need to knuckle up and learn some things so I didn't disappoint me Da.
So she joined me in these fight we found. We kept going back as much as possible. Figure tha more we fight, tha better we would get.
So I started winning a lot of these fights and so did she. Our folks hated it. Each week it was somethin' new. One week a black eye. Tha next a busted lip and split eye. Tha list went on fer days, but we was gettin' better.
So when she took of fer tha States, I lost me partner in crime. I lost me right hand gal, my best friend, but her family was going ta try and make a life for them away from the crazy world we lived in. So we thought.
It was just her Da making them move because business was expanding, but she never wanted a life in the business. She was just there ta keep me company. She never took part on what was going on.
She didn't have no choice though. Her Da fell sick. So she had ta take some charge, until I got sent over. She still tried ta stay away if she could. So she took on a job. She became some punk minded person's bodyguard. While she wa at it, she got into this wrestling promotion. Said she was having quite a bit of fun. She began her training and was really excited about where this could go.
So she contacted me. She told me about this Unchained Wrestling. Wrestling, fighting. All tha same ta me.
With some more training, I figured I'd give it a shot. A shot is what I got. I feel like I been hit by a truck. Man I had tha wrong outlook on this wrestling stuff, but I'll get a grasp on it soon enough. We fighting Irish never give up. Not even the whiskey can keep us down lad.
It tried and failed, cuz I'm still here. Sentinel tried to break me, look? I'm still here. I just don't know when tha give up.
And if Aerynn can beat ye, then I should have no problem, but I can not go into this like I know what I am getting me self inta. I know this will be 'nother brawl, but this time I'll be ready. I'll be ready for ye.
I'll be ready to take ye down. I'll be ready ta take down anyone, and I mean anyone who stands in tha way of my rise around here. This Irish lad is coming for ye.
I'm yer new nightmare Fabian. Time ta enter my world.
Ye know Aerynn was right. She tol' me this wrestling gig wasn't tha same as the fights we was gettin' inta back home. She warned me and I underestimated things. Get ye can say I was a wee bit over confident, and it came back ta bite me in the ass.
Might be tha thick Irish skull of mine. I am pretty stubborn. Just ask Aerynn.
Which is what I should do. I mean she was able ta bring ye to yer knees. She was able ta defeat tha man who came out and was spitting all tha jibber jabber of taking everythin' by storm.
This girl who woke me up at tha ass crack of dawn ta just train. Little ol' Aerynn, able ta take down a man who has been around this business before.
Now I know ye had a troubled past. I know there was a point in yer life where you had nothin'. You were living on tha streets. Doing whatever you so pleased.
Ye don't think I had a troubled past? Ye think me and me Da was just born into this life we live? Able to have whatever we wantedwanted?
Not even close lad. We grew up on the streets of Ireland. I slept under Bridges with me Da and Ma. There we points were all we had ta eat was scraps from a pub or somethin' at closing time. If we were lucky 'nough.
Time went on. Me Da began ta do jobs for some guys. Things got great for us, life began ta finally look up.Daily hot showers, all tha food we could feast our Irish hands on.
It was a long journey but, but my Da got close with these guys. They began ta give him more responsibilities. Before I knew it, he began ta give me little jobs. Simple stuff, just watching ta neighborhood. Making sure tha stores weren't being messed with.
Along with that job detail, followed some scuffles. It was bound ta happen Fabian, but I stood me ground. I fought off tha burglars and tha regular thugs who just roughed ye up for tha fun of it.
Not before I took some lumps. Aerynn was always there ta patch me up as a lad growing up. Then one day they got me real good. They busted me eye open, knocked out a few teeth. I mean, I barely got them ta scatter off. Me and Aerynn knew I would need to knuckle up and learn some things so I didn't disappoint me Da.
So she joined me in these fight we found. We kept going back as much as possible. Figure tha more we fight, tha better we would get.
So I started winning a lot of these fights and so did she. Our folks hated it. Each week it was somethin' new. One week a black eye. Tha next a busted lip and split eye. Tha list went on fer days, but we was gettin' better.
So when she took of fer tha States, I lost me partner in crime. I lost me right hand gal, my best friend, but her family was going ta try and make a life for them away from the crazy world we lived in. So we thought.
It was just her Da making them move because business was expanding, but she never wanted a life in the business. She was just there ta keep me company. She never took part on what was going on.
She didn't have no choice though. Her Da fell sick. So she had ta take some charge, until I got sent over. She still tried ta stay away if she could. So she took on a job. She became some punk minded person's bodyguard. While she wa at it, she got into this wrestling promotion. Said she was having quite a bit of fun. She began her training and was really excited about where this could go.
So she contacted me. She told me about this Unchained Wrestling. Wrestling, fighting. All tha same ta me.
With some more training, I figured I'd give it a shot. A shot is what I got. I feel like I been hit by a truck. Man I had tha wrong outlook on this wrestling stuff, but I'll get a grasp on it soon enough. We fighting Irish never give up. Not even the whiskey can keep us down lad.
It tried and failed, cuz I'm still here. Sentinel tried to break me, look? I'm still here. I just don't know when tha give up.
And if Aerynn can beat ye, then I should have no problem, but I can not go into this like I know what I am getting me self inta. I know this will be 'nother brawl, but this time I'll be ready. I'll be ready for ye.
I'll be ready to take ye down. I'll be ready ta take down anyone, and I mean anyone who stands in tha way of my rise around here. This Irish lad is coming for ye.
I'm yer new nightmare Fabian. Time ta enter my world.