Post by Steve Bentley on Mar 17, 2022 12:46:48 GMT -5
"It's one thing to think you can just dominate anywhere on this roster, Odin and that you're safe from the true hands of my piece of art. My monster. My beast. But it's another to think you can just walk through us like we're thin air, like Pauly Strong here isn't a slab of beef chiseled away from the stone of a Roman God. That's where you're fucking things up!"
Bentley isn't happy as he slams his drink down after swallowing the rest of the fancy whiskey. The scene fades in as we see Strong behind him, but he isn't working out like usual. This time Strong is more focused, more determined, he's just as frustrated..
"Odin, we're a little pissed off because we just watched some of your matches, we just saw some of those.. what you call them? Promos from Monday Night Clash. We're a bit premptive, but can you blame us? You're walking around here like you're the queen bee. Like you're the king and we're the peasants set to fetch you water and berries, but Odin, you have a real problem on your hands now.
This isn't John Black, this isn't little Tatiana Jolee, and this certainly isn't the bottom of the Canadian barrel holding red and white flags high, this is a mountain of a man who is ready to pick you up and throw you into another dimension. Pauly Strong here will eat through three brick walls and then ask for more. He was 39 and ZERO on Omega Championship Wrestling, he has been undefeated here in Action Wrestling and come this Monday Night on Clash, Paul Strong will unseat you and become the NEW face of terror, the new God of Championships, the NEW .. TELEVISION... CHAMPION!"
Bentley stares into the camera with such force behind his eyes. Pauly Strong steps around him.
"Odin, those hands of yours, you listening to them? They're shaking! They're trembeling! They don't want whats about to happen to them, Odin. So hear them. Listen. Take what they're saying at face value, Odin, they don't want you to get HURT." Every word Strong says is through the grit of his teeth.
"I'm happy, I'm lucky, and I'm willing to mess around and have some jokes, but there is nothing.. and I mean NOTHING funny about what I'm going to do to you on Clash. That title that sits around your waist is going to be stripped when I victimize you and leave you as a sad, hopeless little boy in that ring. I'm going to take each finger on your hand and snap them like your sad career since winning the AW World Championship years ago. I'm going to take what little chance you have in the Havoc rumble in a few weeks and stomp on it so that you can plan your Evolution season a little more clearer. Your hands are talking Odin, they're saying, back off, back up, STAND DOWN!"
Strong snarls.
"You're going to get hurt, Odin. Plain and simple. I'm not just big.. I'm STRONG. PAULY STRONG."
He snarls again as Bentley walks up and sadistically smiles..
"Your hands are now in my fate. I control your destiny. And what I'm seeing is not a good look for you, Odin. Your Action Wrestling career DIES in my hands. Say goodnight, Balfore, for the real god has spoken."
Bentley nods and is impressed as the scene fades out.
Bentley isn't happy as he slams his drink down after swallowing the rest of the fancy whiskey. The scene fades in as we see Strong behind him, but he isn't working out like usual. This time Strong is more focused, more determined, he's just as frustrated..
"Odin, we're a little pissed off because we just watched some of your matches, we just saw some of those.. what you call them? Promos from Monday Night Clash. We're a bit premptive, but can you blame us? You're walking around here like you're the queen bee. Like you're the king and we're the peasants set to fetch you water and berries, but Odin, you have a real problem on your hands now.
This isn't John Black, this isn't little Tatiana Jolee, and this certainly isn't the bottom of the Canadian barrel holding red and white flags high, this is a mountain of a man who is ready to pick you up and throw you into another dimension. Pauly Strong here will eat through three brick walls and then ask for more. He was 39 and ZERO on Omega Championship Wrestling, he has been undefeated here in Action Wrestling and come this Monday Night on Clash, Paul Strong will unseat you and become the NEW face of terror, the new God of Championships, the NEW .. TELEVISION... CHAMPION!"
Bentley stares into the camera with such force behind his eyes. Pauly Strong steps around him.
"Odin, those hands of yours, you listening to them? They're shaking! They're trembeling! They don't want whats about to happen to them, Odin. So hear them. Listen. Take what they're saying at face value, Odin, they don't want you to get HURT." Every word Strong says is through the grit of his teeth.
"I'm happy, I'm lucky, and I'm willing to mess around and have some jokes, but there is nothing.. and I mean NOTHING funny about what I'm going to do to you on Clash. That title that sits around your waist is going to be stripped when I victimize you and leave you as a sad, hopeless little boy in that ring. I'm going to take each finger on your hand and snap them like your sad career since winning the AW World Championship years ago. I'm going to take what little chance you have in the Havoc rumble in a few weeks and stomp on it so that you can plan your Evolution season a little more clearer. Your hands are talking Odin, they're saying, back off, back up, STAND DOWN!"
Strong snarls.
"You're going to get hurt, Odin. Plain and simple. I'm not just big.. I'm STRONG. PAULY STRONG."
He snarls again as Bentley walks up and sadistically smiles..
"Your hands are now in my fate. I control your destiny. And what I'm seeing is not a good look for you, Odin. Your Action Wrestling career DIES in my hands. Say goodnight, Balfore, for the real god has spoken."
Bentley nods and is impressed as the scene fades out.