Post by Ravager on Nov 29, 2005 12:34:35 GMT -5
We are on a rooftop. In fact, the rooftop Ravager took D! to before their tag match. D! and The Decapitators are waiting.
D!: Did he say what this is about?
Diamond: All his message said was "Drinks will be served".
Axe: It seemed like a chance worth taking.
Ravager walks onto the rooftop.
Ravager: Sorry I'm late gentlemen. I saw someone I knew at the Black Dog and just had to say hi.
Diamond: Who did you start a fight with?
Ravager: It's not a fight if the other guy doesn't throw any punches.
Axe: It's just fun.
Ravager: Exactly.
D!:The Black Dog... you didn't...
Ravager: Plague and I just exchanged some good natured macho posturing. No punches were thrown. But enough about that. Thank you all for coming tonight.
D! : Nice location. What, do you own this building or something?
Ravager: No, I just wanted to meet at someplace with a nice view and a meaningful history. You can stand closer to the ledge D!, I'm not going to toss you off.
D! : I'm happy where I am. What do you want?
Ravager pulls plastic cups and a bottle of Jack Daniels out of his paper bag. Axe and Diamond's eyes light up.
Ravager: I wanted to share a drink with you gentlemen. The only people brave enough, some would say trusting enough, to team with me this past few weeks.
D! : Um, you blackmailed the Commissioner to make us a Tag Team. I hadn't even recovered from my injuries yet.
Diamond: The only reason we teamed was because we were all standing together backstage.
Ravager: Regardless. This Thursday, we all are going into our biggest matches ever. Axe, Diamond. You two have worked for weeks to get a shot at the Tag Team titles. You've suffered injuries, and your opponents are looking for any legal measure to get out of the match. All because they know that they don't stand a chance. You guys are well on your way to Tag Team Gold.
Pours out some shots of whiskey for Axe and Diamond.
Ravager: D! You were the classic underdog. Every match you've won has been deemed a fluke. From your first night against the Viking, to all your wins over Plague. You don't fluke out three times though. After your second win, we can chalk up your success to skill. And this Thursday, When you retire Plague, it will be because you were that good, not that lucky.
Pours out a shot for D!
Ravager: And this Thursday, I face the two men who have done everything in their power to make my life Hell for the last month. ... Can you believe it's been a month already?... I've done so much these last few days to get in the right head space for my match. Now all I can do is look out over this city. Look at all those people milling below, and realize, that not one person down there can match up to my ring skills. Not one person down there could overcome everything I, and for that matter all four of us, have overcome in the NAPW. And it makes me feel that much more confident. So gentlemen, I propose we raise our glasses. That the next time we meet here, we all have title belts around over our shoulders. After Black Thursday, we will own the NAPW.
D!, Ravager, and the Decapitators raise their glasses.
D! : So should I be worried that you're acting so different?
Ravager: D!, I really haven't changed all that much.
Voice: (from downstairs) Come on, that son of a b*tch who hit me went up here!
More angry voices mill in as they get closer.
Ravager: Oh, I wanted to start a fight with Plague, but couldn't get into the bar, so I beat up a Bouncer instead. I guess he gathered some friends and tracked me down. We'll drink the rest of the bottle later.
Axe: (Downing a shot straight from the bottle) Pre match warm up! Why not?
D! : I could be training in a gym right now.
Diamond: Weights don't punch back. Besides, bench presses are so over rated.
Ravager: Can't take things so serious all the time. It'll give you ulcers.
D! : Give me the bottle.
D! takes a huge chug of whiskey.
D!: Next time I pick where we go!
D! Ravager, and the Decapitators stand ready for whatever comes at them. The screen goes black.
See You Thursday.....
D! and The Decapitators Used with permission.
D!: Did he say what this is about?
Diamond: All his message said was "Drinks will be served".
Axe: It seemed like a chance worth taking.
Ravager walks onto the rooftop.
Ravager: Sorry I'm late gentlemen. I saw someone I knew at the Black Dog and just had to say hi.
Diamond: Who did you start a fight with?
Ravager: It's not a fight if the other guy doesn't throw any punches.
Axe: It's just fun.
Ravager: Exactly.
D!:The Black Dog... you didn't...
Ravager: Plague and I just exchanged some good natured macho posturing. No punches were thrown. But enough about that. Thank you all for coming tonight.
D! : Nice location. What, do you own this building or something?
Ravager: No, I just wanted to meet at someplace with a nice view and a meaningful history. You can stand closer to the ledge D!, I'm not going to toss you off.
D! : I'm happy where I am. What do you want?
Ravager pulls plastic cups and a bottle of Jack Daniels out of his paper bag. Axe and Diamond's eyes light up.
Ravager: I wanted to share a drink with you gentlemen. The only people brave enough, some would say trusting enough, to team with me this past few weeks.
D! : Um, you blackmailed the Commissioner to make us a Tag Team. I hadn't even recovered from my injuries yet.
Diamond: The only reason we teamed was because we were all standing together backstage.
Ravager: Regardless. This Thursday, we all are going into our biggest matches ever. Axe, Diamond. You two have worked for weeks to get a shot at the Tag Team titles. You've suffered injuries, and your opponents are looking for any legal measure to get out of the match. All because they know that they don't stand a chance. You guys are well on your way to Tag Team Gold.
Pours out some shots of whiskey for Axe and Diamond.
Ravager: D! You were the classic underdog. Every match you've won has been deemed a fluke. From your first night against the Viking, to all your wins over Plague. You don't fluke out three times though. After your second win, we can chalk up your success to skill. And this Thursday, When you retire Plague, it will be because you were that good, not that lucky.
Pours out a shot for D!
Ravager: And this Thursday, I face the two men who have done everything in their power to make my life Hell for the last month. ... Can you believe it's been a month already?... I've done so much these last few days to get in the right head space for my match. Now all I can do is look out over this city. Look at all those people milling below, and realize, that not one person down there can match up to my ring skills. Not one person down there could overcome everything I, and for that matter all four of us, have overcome in the NAPW. And it makes me feel that much more confident. So gentlemen, I propose we raise our glasses. That the next time we meet here, we all have title belts around over our shoulders. After Black Thursday, we will own the NAPW.
D!, Ravager, and the Decapitators raise their glasses.
D! : So should I be worried that you're acting so different?
Ravager: D!, I really haven't changed all that much.
Voice: (from downstairs) Come on, that son of a b*tch who hit me went up here!
More angry voices mill in as they get closer.
Ravager: Oh, I wanted to start a fight with Plague, but couldn't get into the bar, so I beat up a Bouncer instead. I guess he gathered some friends and tracked me down. We'll drink the rest of the bottle later.
Axe: (Downing a shot straight from the bottle) Pre match warm up! Why not?
D! : I could be training in a gym right now.
Diamond: Weights don't punch back. Besides, bench presses are so over rated.
Ravager: Can't take things so serious all the time. It'll give you ulcers.
D! : Give me the bottle.
D! takes a huge chug of whiskey.
D!: Next time I pick where we go!
D! Ravager, and the Decapitators stand ready for whatever comes at them. The screen goes black.
See You Thursday.....
D! and The Decapitators Used with permission.