Post by TheFirecracker on Nov 2, 2014 8:36:29 GMT -6
"Ey Laddie! Looks like ye ain't got no more friends tae watch yer back huh? Ye merry band of bitches dinna wont tae stand by ye any more. Ye got no one Kyle. Puts ye in a dangerous spot I'd say. Talent can only get ye so far before the numbers game will catch up tae ye."
The scene finally comes in to Pauly in the arena parking lot. He stands there next to a metal garbage can, a gas can, and Ragnarok flag all folded up.
"Yer former mates made a good point. Tha Kyle Travis we all hated woulda never let something like being banned from the arena stop him. If ye really cared about Ragnarok ye would of neva listened, like ye always do, and ran out even fer a moment of support. Then, maybe then, Crown and Murphy would of stuck by yer side. So what angle are ye working? Has Kyle Travis gone soft. Did ye feel they were holding ye back?"
Pauly reaches for the flag and stuffs it into the garbage can.
"Did ye feel that ye needed a reason tae break away? Or make them break away? Did ya feel ye needed tae return tae lone wolf status to attempt tae rebuild yer legacy? Yer legacy that has seemed tae diminish since ye climbed inta a New Era ring. Then ye left fer UWA thinking this was tha place tae rebuild yer name. Small success in NEW. Even smaller success here."
Pauly now reaches for the can of gas and begins to douse the flag as he continues to speak.
"Might be time tae think of a new profession lad. Seems tae me that wrestling just ain't working fer ya anymore. All ye know how tae do is hurt people. That is not whot rasslin' is all about. Maybe ye need tae return tae where ye learned tha love of this business. Return tae yer roots. Regain that love, cuz tae me ye ain't 'bout tha love of it anymore. Ye just say ye wont things. Don't get them, and ye hurt people cuz ye don't get yer way."
He places the can of gas a few feet away from the can and starts to reach in his pockets.
"That's not rasslin'. That's just being a selfish thug. Ye don't seem tae care for rasslin' anymore. Just 'bout hurting people. So let me be tha first tae show ye what it feels like tae be on tha receiving end of what ye been doing. Oh wait! I did that a few weeks ago. I made me return tae tha ring and defeated ya already. I showed tha world ye aren't tha legend ye once were. Ye got defeated by a man who hasnt been in this sport for even a year. I showed more love fer this sport in my short amount o' time in tha business than ye have been showing lately."
Pauly finally pulls out a box of matches but doesn't light one. He shakes the box lightly as he let's out a laugh.
"Now I know ye will come out soon enough and try tae give me a history lesson why I am wrong. A lesson on why ye deserve tha world on a silver platter. A lesson on how hard ye worked tae get tae where ye are today. Do ye even realize where ye are Kyle? Ye are on yer last legs 'round here. Ye made yer only friends leave yer side. Ye haven't made much success in UWA. Ye haven't re earned yer once and future king status. Ye keep spewing out tha same basic bullshit. It ain't getting ye nowhere."
Now Pauly pulls out a match but still doesn't spark it. He stands there glaring at the garbage can.
"When are ye gunna realize ye need tae change yer ways? When are ye gunna realize whot ye are doing, whot ye have been doing hasn't worked fer ye for quite a while now? I tried tae beat it inta ye the first time. So have many othas. What is it gunna take Kyle? Obviously not ye only friends walkin' away from ye."
He now begins to walk circles around te can still holding the match in one hand and the box in the other.
"Is it gunna take someone giving ye a taste if yer own medicine? Nae, still dinna think thot will work either. Ye just too damn stubborn to know when tae call it quits. No matta if I beat ya tae a pulp and put ye in a hospital. I can bet ye will still come back and be the same jerkoff ye always have been. Wouldn't ye?"
He stops pacing and places the match to the spark strip but holds it there.
"I bet ye would Kyle. No matter what I do tae ye, no matter what anyone does tae ye. Yer still gunna be the man we have ALL grown tae hate in such a short amount o' time. Still tryna be a history teacher, speaking the same general bullshit. I can out money on it, but here is yer one chance tae begin that change. Even though I highly doubt ye will, this is your chance."
Pauly laughs again and takes the match away from the box.
"So I'll be waiting Kyle. Waiting tae hear the same ol' garbage tae flow from yer mouth. Waiting fer ye tae try and prove me wrong. Didn't work last time lad. Whot makes ye think it will work this time?"
Now he sparks the match and watches it burn for a moment.
"Fer the greater good ye say? Aye, ye think ye doing it fer that reason. Hurting people is fer tha greater good? Violently going afta folks cuz ye didn't get what ye say ye derserve? Thas what ye say is fer the greater good? This place needs a change ye say? Or it will turn inta what ye say happened tae New Era? Aye, I agree. UWA needs a change. And it starts with ye Kyle!"
Pauly drops the match into the can and it blazes right up. The scene fades to black as Pauly laughs and walks away.
The scene finally comes in to Pauly in the arena parking lot. He stands there next to a metal garbage can, a gas can, and Ragnarok flag all folded up.
"Yer former mates made a good point. Tha Kyle Travis we all hated woulda never let something like being banned from the arena stop him. If ye really cared about Ragnarok ye would of neva listened, like ye always do, and ran out even fer a moment of support. Then, maybe then, Crown and Murphy would of stuck by yer side. So what angle are ye working? Has Kyle Travis gone soft. Did ye feel they were holding ye back?"
Pauly reaches for the flag and stuffs it into the garbage can.
"Did ye feel that ye needed a reason tae break away? Or make them break away? Did ya feel ye needed tae return tae lone wolf status to attempt tae rebuild yer legacy? Yer legacy that has seemed tae diminish since ye climbed inta a New Era ring. Then ye left fer UWA thinking this was tha place tae rebuild yer name. Small success in NEW. Even smaller success here."
Pauly now reaches for the can of gas and begins to douse the flag as he continues to speak.
"Might be time tae think of a new profession lad. Seems tae me that wrestling just ain't working fer ya anymore. All ye know how tae do is hurt people. That is not whot rasslin' is all about. Maybe ye need tae return tae where ye learned tha love of this business. Return tae yer roots. Regain that love, cuz tae me ye ain't 'bout tha love of it anymore. Ye just say ye wont things. Don't get them, and ye hurt people cuz ye don't get yer way."
He places the can of gas a few feet away from the can and starts to reach in his pockets.
"That's not rasslin'. That's just being a selfish thug. Ye don't seem tae care for rasslin' anymore. Just 'bout hurting people. So let me be tha first tae show ye what it feels like tae be on tha receiving end of what ye been doing. Oh wait! I did that a few weeks ago. I made me return tae tha ring and defeated ya already. I showed tha world ye aren't tha legend ye once were. Ye got defeated by a man who hasnt been in this sport for even a year. I showed more love fer this sport in my short amount o' time in tha business than ye have been showing lately."
Pauly finally pulls out a box of matches but doesn't light one. He shakes the box lightly as he let's out a laugh.
"Now I know ye will come out soon enough and try tae give me a history lesson why I am wrong. A lesson on why ye deserve tha world on a silver platter. A lesson on how hard ye worked tae get tae where ye are today. Do ye even realize where ye are Kyle? Ye are on yer last legs 'round here. Ye made yer only friends leave yer side. Ye haven't made much success in UWA. Ye haven't re earned yer once and future king status. Ye keep spewing out tha same basic bullshit. It ain't getting ye nowhere."
Now Pauly pulls out a match but still doesn't spark it. He stands there glaring at the garbage can.
"When are ye gunna realize ye need tae change yer ways? When are ye gunna realize whot ye are doing, whot ye have been doing hasn't worked fer ye for quite a while now? I tried tae beat it inta ye the first time. So have many othas. What is it gunna take Kyle? Obviously not ye only friends walkin' away from ye."
He now begins to walk circles around te can still holding the match in one hand and the box in the other.
"Is it gunna take someone giving ye a taste if yer own medicine? Nae, still dinna think thot will work either. Ye just too damn stubborn to know when tae call it quits. No matta if I beat ya tae a pulp and put ye in a hospital. I can bet ye will still come back and be the same jerkoff ye always have been. Wouldn't ye?"
He stops pacing and places the match to the spark strip but holds it there.
"I bet ye would Kyle. No matter what I do tae ye, no matter what anyone does tae ye. Yer still gunna be the man we have ALL grown tae hate in such a short amount o' time. Still tryna be a history teacher, speaking the same general bullshit. I can out money on it, but here is yer one chance tae begin that change. Even though I highly doubt ye will, this is your chance."
Pauly laughs again and takes the match away from the box.
"So I'll be waiting Kyle. Waiting tae hear the same ol' garbage tae flow from yer mouth. Waiting fer ye tae try and prove me wrong. Didn't work last time lad. Whot makes ye think it will work this time?"
Now he sparks the match and watches it burn for a moment.
"Fer the greater good ye say? Aye, ye think ye doing it fer that reason. Hurting people is fer tha greater good? Violently going afta folks cuz ye didn't get what ye say ye derserve? Thas what ye say is fer the greater good? This place needs a change ye say? Or it will turn inta what ye say happened tae New Era? Aye, I agree. UWA needs a change. And it starts with ye Kyle!"
Pauly drops the match into the can and it blazes right up. The scene fades to black as Pauly laughs and walks away.