Post by Ravager on Oct 29, 2005 15:13:02 GMT -5
Ravager is sitting in a coffee shop, sipping his drink. He is surprisingly calm, as he reflects.
It's so close. Monday Night. Halloween. Poor Mark Millar. "The Moose" would be better off to go trick or treating than face me in the ring. You really have no idea what you're up against, do you? You think your time on the oil rigs has prepared you for what's going to happen Monday night? You talk tough, but I act tough. Any man can string two words together, but it takes someone special to physically instill fear. Don't believe me?
Ravager gets out of his chair, walks outside. We see through the front window Ravager grabbing the biggest guy on the street, tossing him against a wall, then slamming him to the pavement. Ravager re-enters the shop, followed shortly by the man, a angry but worse for wear. The man attempts to grab Ravager, but is put in an armbar. Ravager takes the time to viciously punch the prone man in the head. Leaving him unconscious.
Mark Millar. You are not my enemy. You're just in my way. I'm going to take care of you, then I'm taking the Provincial Title. And it's upwards from there. Lobo? Plague? Dragon? It doesn't matter. The Ravager will hold all the gold NAPW has to offer. And nobody's going to stop me.
Ravager puts on his coat, and drops a stack of bills on the table for the shocked waitress.
(Smirking, and pointing at the man he beat up) Sorry about the mess.
Ravager leaves, chuckling.
It's so close. Monday Night. Halloween. Poor Mark Millar. "The Moose" would be better off to go trick or treating than face me in the ring. You really have no idea what you're up against, do you? You think your time on the oil rigs has prepared you for what's going to happen Monday night? You talk tough, but I act tough. Any man can string two words together, but it takes someone special to physically instill fear. Don't believe me?
Ravager gets out of his chair, walks outside. We see through the front window Ravager grabbing the biggest guy on the street, tossing him against a wall, then slamming him to the pavement. Ravager re-enters the shop, followed shortly by the man, a angry but worse for wear. The man attempts to grab Ravager, but is put in an armbar. Ravager takes the time to viciously punch the prone man in the head. Leaving him unconscious.
Mark Millar. You are not my enemy. You're just in my way. I'm going to take care of you, then I'm taking the Provincial Title. And it's upwards from there. Lobo? Plague? Dragon? It doesn't matter. The Ravager will hold all the gold NAPW has to offer. And nobody's going to stop me.
Ravager puts on his coat, and drops a stack of bills on the table for the shocked waitress.
(Smirking, and pointing at the man he beat up) Sorry about the mess.
Ravager leaves, chuckling.