Post by "The Moose" Mark Millar on Oct 26, 2005 17:03:33 GMT -5
We see a pleasant restaurant, where a happy young couple is enjoying a meal. In walks The Ravager, who makes a beeline for the table. Without acknowledging anyone, he grabs the young male and slams him through the table. The rest of the restaurant looks on in shock, but nobody has the stones to challenge.
Sorry to interrupt your meal, but I was paid to give this man a message. It seems he doesn't like to pay his debts. Maybe now he'll be more responsible.
Ravager walks out of the restaurant. The camera follows him to his car. He stops, then turns back to the camera.
Normally I let my actions do the talking, but different situations call for different tactics. I'm here now in NAPW for one reason... Championship Gold. Apparently there's a man named Mark Millar who stands in my way of the Provincial Championship. Mr. Millar. I don't know you, but I am going to have to hurt you. Nothing personal. The oil rigs have not prepared you for the punishment you're going to get Monday Night. Let me give you a piece of friendly advice Mr. Millar. Monday Morning - call in sick. The Ravager isn't widely known for kindness, and this is the full extent of my compassion.
Ravager smirks evilly, then gets in his car and drives off. All Hell's a comin' to the NAPW
Sorry to interrupt your meal, but I was paid to give this man a message. It seems he doesn't like to pay his debts. Maybe now he'll be more responsible.
Ravager walks out of the restaurant. The camera follows him to his car. He stops, then turns back to the camera.
Normally I let my actions do the talking, but different situations call for different tactics. I'm here now in NAPW for one reason... Championship Gold. Apparently there's a man named Mark Millar who stands in my way of the Provincial Championship. Mr. Millar. I don't know you, but I am going to have to hurt you. Nothing personal. The oil rigs have not prepared you for the punishment you're going to get Monday Night. Let me give you a piece of friendly advice Mr. Millar. Monday Morning - call in sick. The Ravager isn't widely known for kindness, and this is the full extent of my compassion.
Ravager smirks evilly, then gets in his car and drives off. All Hell's a comin' to the NAPW
He's "The Moose" Mark Millar. He's got something to say. I've got something to say to you, Ravager. It's you and me, one on one for the NAPW Provincial Title. "The Moose" vs Ravager.
Mark spits on the ground and digs his hands into his denim jacket. It's a cold day in Edmonton, gray but snowless.
I guess you've never been on the rigs, Ravager. We're talkin' one of the most dangerous jobs in the whole blasted world. Ya work fourteen hours a day, and ya do it for three weeks straight, away from home. It can make a guy hard. I got out before I was trapped, and now I'm doin' what I love. And that's this, wrestlin'. Now Ravager, ya say it's not personal. Now I don't know 'bout you, but someone comes out and says they're goin' to 'have to hurt me...nothing personal?" Mark stares with narrowed eyes into the camera. Well, lemme tell ya. T'me that's personal.
The Moose starts walking down the sidewalk, the camera trying to stay in front of him.
Here ya go, monday night, it's about title gold, and I'm not gonna forget! But don't expect me to call in sick, cause I never called in sick a day in my life! Ya can expect one thing, that's me, kicking your ass! Let's rock!