Post by Ravager on Oct 28, 2005 15:53:18 GMT -5
We see a wrestling ring. Two up and coming grapplers are being put throught the paces, learning the fine points of the game. Ravager enters the arean, and approaches the trainer.
Tell me, which of these two men do you think will make the biggest impression on the sport?
The trainer points to a strapping young man, who is climbing the turnbuckles, no doubt to perform a high risk manouver.
Excellent.
Ravager runs into the ring, and shoves the rookie off the buckle, causing him to crotch himself on the top rope. The opponent rushes to help, but is met by a stiff kick to the gut and a devastating DDT. Ravager then turns his attention to the man on the top rope. Ravager locks the man into what looks like a suplex, but instead gives him a top rope brainbuster, Ravager's signature manouver. The trainer tries to intervene, but is superkicked in the face before he can be of any help. Ravager proudly surveys the carnage.
What a pity. I hoped these gentlemen might serve as a challenge. Silly me. You see, Mark Millar, you seek to toughen yourself by working on oil rigs, or whatever blue collar job you think makes you better than me. I, on the other hand, seek out competition. Not just seek it out, but DEFEAT it. That's why I'm the unstoppable fighting machine you see right now. That's why I'm going to destroy you this Monday and take the NAPW Provincial Title. And that's why I'm going to go to the top of this entire pathetic company. These men in the ring, those others who dared cross my path, and you Mr. Millar. Are all just stepping stones. Tiny stepping stones at that, but still, you're all just small challenges that I will easily overcome on my way to the top of the wrestling world. You can either move out of my way, or I will move you myself. It's an easy choice when you think about it.
Ravager calmly leaves the ring. Several security guards approach him.
Out of my way. If they didn't want to get hurt they never should have entered a wrestling ring.
A glare from Ravager is all it takes for him to clear a path. The guards go to help the injured in the ring as Ravager exits the building.
Tell me, which of these two men do you think will make the biggest impression on the sport?
The trainer points to a strapping young man, who is climbing the turnbuckles, no doubt to perform a high risk manouver.
Excellent.
Ravager runs into the ring, and shoves the rookie off the buckle, causing him to crotch himself on the top rope. The opponent rushes to help, but is met by a stiff kick to the gut and a devastating DDT. Ravager then turns his attention to the man on the top rope. Ravager locks the man into what looks like a suplex, but instead gives him a top rope brainbuster, Ravager's signature manouver. The trainer tries to intervene, but is superkicked in the face before he can be of any help. Ravager proudly surveys the carnage.
What a pity. I hoped these gentlemen might serve as a challenge. Silly me. You see, Mark Millar, you seek to toughen yourself by working on oil rigs, or whatever blue collar job you think makes you better than me. I, on the other hand, seek out competition. Not just seek it out, but DEFEAT it. That's why I'm the unstoppable fighting machine you see right now. That's why I'm going to destroy you this Monday and take the NAPW Provincial Title. And that's why I'm going to go to the top of this entire pathetic company. These men in the ring, those others who dared cross my path, and you Mr. Millar. Are all just stepping stones. Tiny stepping stones at that, but still, you're all just small challenges that I will easily overcome on my way to the top of the wrestling world. You can either move out of my way, or I will move you myself. It's an easy choice when you think about it.
Ravager calmly leaves the ring. Several security guards approach him.
Out of my way. If they didn't want to get hurt they never should have entered a wrestling ring.
A glare from Ravager is all it takes for him to clear a path. The guards go to help the injured in the ring as Ravager exits the building.