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First, let me advise you, chumply, that while your flippant answers to my questions were certainly innovative, they faltered in the all-important element of timing. I'd like to think I answered back relatively quickly, don't you think? Not only that, but they weren't only innovative, they were pretty damn creative! Stormy, don’t you know wicked souls such as us are too far gone for all that hocus pocus? Of course I do. I'm a card carrying agnostic. Who said I was in a church to pray anyway?
This here is my temple, and I tithe with the broken bodies of pretenders and starry-eyed hopefuls. Wow...you must really be behind on that payment! Guess you'll have to go another few months...
...you should spend less time pontificating from the pulpit and more time worrying about how your dog wife is going to pay for her cosmetic surgery when you can’t be a bread winner anymore. You're one to talk...who you dating again? As for all of your success abroad.....I must say I’m thoroughly awed and/or impressed. You should be. It's more than you've ever done. Winning titles and stuff must really help to ease your mind about being a pale imitation copped from a faded glory. I don't know what crack you're smoking about me being a pale imitation of you, but yeah, winning them belts really makes the ole' ego feel pretty darn special.
One question though.....and you can answer this one at your leisure.....If you were so successful at the pinnacle of your modest potential, why have you come to my backyard? Dammit! Not another stupid question! Kyle, I took you for an intellegent man! Anybody with at least an IQ of 4 knows the answer to that. Oh wait...yours measured to 3...you just missed it! The answer's simple, Pallas. Because when you look deep down inside your heart, you know that what I said when I came back is true. Jonathan Storm is the personification of the MWA. You may be the MWA's Top Draw...but I'm the one who's the star of the show.
Is it because for all of the things you’ve accomplished elsewhere the nagging voice never went away? It wouldn't go away...you wouldn't stop calling my wife asking to get laid.
Did the trinkets heaped on you through duplicity and luck fail to stop the doubt? I don't recall luck having anything to do with winning titles. I do recall, however, that I'm the one who bothered to expand his horizons and get out of this dump once in a while. No, you did too...but all you get for your trouble is an asswhipping on NYSWF television. Did the fact that your one win over me came from the assistance of two also-rans who had no future here aside from swinging on your tip refuse to be buried under the mountain of bullsh*t you shoveled over it? Did the truth dawn on you? Did you have a moment of clarity? Did you ever stop to think you ask too many questions? Don't ask, Kyle...just accept. Accept that no matter what way you look at this...you're still just another extra on my stage.
I have had that clarity since the second after your pyrrhic victory. You, YOU have never beaten ME.....and you never will. That's funny...I think the old record book says differently.
What happens in the ring is already a forgone conclusion, a set course that none can sway. That's right! I'll win, you go home and cry, I take the rest of the MWA out for milk and cookies. Who doesn't like milk and cookies, honestly?
As for your cutesy spin on Nobody Does It Better.....it was fair. It wasn't just fair...it was pretty damn funny. Like "All Your Base Are Belong To Us" funny. You get it yet, KP? Is it all making sense? Not even a lonely miracle's gonna save you from your predetermined fate...you're still a born loser. Sucks to be you, don't it? *And we open our eyes. Opening eyes is good, right? Sometimes yes...we need to see. Vision is almost necessary for survival. Sometimes no. After all, we need to dream, right? It's the only time where we can be someone...something else. That is why we are here. That is why we are in a bedroom, in the dead of night. No extremely important bedroom...just one. As we watch the room, we see Jonathan Storm sit in this bedroom, on the bed, one has to wonder what thoughts and dreams wander in his head.* Jonathan "The Impact" Storm: Damn...all this time spent to get to this point, and someone's walking away disappointed. Kyle, I'll try to let you down easily, m'kay? After all, we need at least one non religious rambling freak in the MWA. I'm sure you'll fit that bill nicely...just sitting in the corner, drooling, repeating over and over again "I'm still someone important". Kyle...reality check. You weren't, aren't, and never will be anyone important in the MWA. After all, when people look back upon the times when the MWA was its strongest, what was the biggest constant in their thoughts? Jonathan Storm. When people think of who is the one person who is the most likely to leave the tournament with the MWA World Belt firmly around their waist? Jonathan Storm. Who is the one person who is so mired in the status quo, he'd do or say anything, since he's just that desperate? Sorry, Kyle. Jonathan Storm isn't the right answer. Try slowly saying your name. There you go...now you've given a right answer. We're not here to discuss truth though...we'll get to that later. We're here to discuss dreams. After all, we all have those. We all have the deep desire to become greater than we are. Those of us who do, can, and become greater. We become the rock stars, movie heroes, and legends. Those of us who do not, remain just that...dreamers. Look at it this way, Kyle. If it weren't for your dreams, you'd just be some guy with an ego issue. In your dreams, you're Kyle Pallas. A champion. A Top Draw. An icon. *Storm reaches over to the night table and picks up two pills and a glass of water. He brings them to full view and holds them out.* Storm: I brought you these. They're sleeping pills. Since I know you'll be waking up in the ring after our match, I figured I'd bring you something to help you get back to your dream world. After all, it's sleep. That's where you're a viking, right? I understand how meaningless your career and personal life are, but when the sun rises, we still have to wake up and remember that we're not the same person that we are in the dream. I think you're beginning to understand though, just because I see you're scared. How do I know this? It's not too hard to see. I mean, look at you. You're forced to go back to the same places that you're in every interview. You're forced to wear the same clothes, move the same way... talk the same talk, even. I mean, your mind cannot think of any counter to my honesty, so what do you choose to do? You bring out the same material that didn't help you any little bit the first time around. The same lies you choose to believe day in and day out. I know you're jealous, but you could at least opt to be a little more discreet. Why though, Kyle? Why do you have to use the same fallback material every time? Oh...because you have nothing else? It's that little bit you do have that keeps you dreaming Kyle. It's what makes you think that you're just fine...but you're not, and more and more it's becoming crystal clear to you, isn't it? Good...because I want to face the real, awake Kyle Pallas in this tournament...not some shaky dreamer. After the match, you can go back to dreaming though...you'll have plenty of time to sleep after that. Keep dreaming, Kyle. It's all you have left. After all.... Nobody Does It Better...EXCEPT FOR ME
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