Post by Ravager on Nov 11, 2005 17:09:07 GMT -5
We see Lobo angrily putting his bags in his car.
Lobo: A referee! A freakin' referee! I should be in that title match! What does Static have that I don't?
Voice from behind: A win over you.
Lobo stops dead in his tracks. The camera pans around to reveal Ravager. He has the NAPW Provincial Title Belt over his shoulder.
Lobo: I'm just in the mood for a fight...
Ravager: Easy there Lobo. I'm not looking for a fight... yet. I just thought we needed to talk. Face to face.
Lobo: You've been doing a lot of talking lately. Maybe if you spent some time in the ring you'd have won on Thursday.
Ravager: (chuckles) Score one for the shotputter. If you had a bit more guts, I wouldn't have cost you the #1 contenders match to begin with.
Lobo: Do you have a point? Or do I need to stretch you into a pretzel? I seem to have become good at it the last few weeks. Not bad for a guy who can only intimidate things made of metal. (chuckles)
Ravager takes the belt off his shoulder. He hands it to Lobo.
Ravager: Here. Hold this.
Lobo: What's the deal?
Ravager: Drape it over your shoulder. See how it feels.
Lobo cautiously takes the belt from Ravager. He puts it over his shoulder.
Ravager: Feels good huh? Doesn't look to bad on you.
Lobo: It's almost like looking into your future, huh, Ravager?
Ravager bristles for a second, then smirks.
Ravager: Maybe. But that all depends on Monday night.
Ravager snatches the belt back from Lobo.
Ravager: You see Lobo, it is obvious to say that I am not happy about you being the guest referee. I don't trust you. You don't like me. It's a match made in Hell. But here's the thing. Instead of complaining to the Championship Committee, I'm going to to talk to you instead. Man to man. Calmly. Rationally.
Lobo: What are you offering?
Ravager: It's not my place to offer anything. I don't make the matches. but you are the next in line after Static for a title shot.
Lobo: Whether you're champ or not. You got nothing Ravager.
Ravager giving an evil smirk: I do have one thing Lobo. If you screw me out of the title. If you even remotely try to influence the ending. Then I will do whatever it takes to make sure you never win another match again in this company. Your time holding the belt tonight? That's the closest you'll ever get to to title the rest of your career. I can be a very vindictive man Lobo. You know that already. But you don't know how far I'm truly willing to go.
The two men stand almost nose to nose, glaring at each other. Just when it seems a fights going to break out, Lobo smirks and gets in his car.
Lobo: If I were you, I'd spend more time worrying about Static. He's the one you have to wrestle, after all.
Lobo drives off.
Ravager: Oh, don't worry about that.
To be continued...
(with permission from Lobo)
Lobo: A referee! A freakin' referee! I should be in that title match! What does Static have that I don't?
Voice from behind: A win over you.
Lobo stops dead in his tracks. The camera pans around to reveal Ravager. He has the NAPW Provincial Title Belt over his shoulder.
Lobo: I'm just in the mood for a fight...
Ravager: Easy there Lobo. I'm not looking for a fight... yet. I just thought we needed to talk. Face to face.
Lobo: You've been doing a lot of talking lately. Maybe if you spent some time in the ring you'd have won on Thursday.
Ravager: (chuckles) Score one for the shotputter. If you had a bit more guts, I wouldn't have cost you the #1 contenders match to begin with.
Lobo: Do you have a point? Or do I need to stretch you into a pretzel? I seem to have become good at it the last few weeks. Not bad for a guy who can only intimidate things made of metal. (chuckles)
Ravager takes the belt off his shoulder. He hands it to Lobo.
Ravager: Here. Hold this.
Lobo: What's the deal?
Ravager: Drape it over your shoulder. See how it feels.
Lobo cautiously takes the belt from Ravager. He puts it over his shoulder.
Ravager: Feels good huh? Doesn't look to bad on you.
Lobo: It's almost like looking into your future, huh, Ravager?
Ravager bristles for a second, then smirks.
Ravager: Maybe. But that all depends on Monday night.
Ravager snatches the belt back from Lobo.
Ravager: You see Lobo, it is obvious to say that I am not happy about you being the guest referee. I don't trust you. You don't like me. It's a match made in Hell. But here's the thing. Instead of complaining to the Championship Committee, I'm going to to talk to you instead. Man to man. Calmly. Rationally.
Lobo: What are you offering?
Ravager: It's not my place to offer anything. I don't make the matches. but you are the next in line after Static for a title shot.
Lobo: Whether you're champ or not. You got nothing Ravager.
Ravager giving an evil smirk: I do have one thing Lobo. If you screw me out of the title. If you even remotely try to influence the ending. Then I will do whatever it takes to make sure you never win another match again in this company. Your time holding the belt tonight? That's the closest you'll ever get to to title the rest of your career. I can be a very vindictive man Lobo. You know that already. But you don't know how far I'm truly willing to go.
The two men stand almost nose to nose, glaring at each other. Just when it seems a fights going to break out, Lobo smirks and gets in his car.
Lobo: If I were you, I'd spend more time worrying about Static. He's the one you have to wrestle, after all.
Lobo drives off.
Ravager: Oh, don't worry about that.
To be continued...
(with permission from Lobo)