Post by brion on Dec 2, 2005 17:01:24 GMT -5
:inside the kingdom of rats, the lord of pain rules over all. the napw supercard has come and gone and misery has returned to his domain. he sits at his throne, his clothes caked with the dried blood of j.c. cook. his followers mill about the dump with a collective look of loss and desperation in their sad eyes. scattered around the kingdom of rats are several bonfires and we can see children huddled around them trying to stay warm. we take a closer look at the bonfires and see that the kids are using ravager tee shirts to help fuel the flames. in the gloom, the eyes of hundreds of rats peer out at us, eager to leave their holes. we take in misery as he sits as his throne. his heavy black work boots covered in grim, his wife beater tee shirt streaked with cook's blood and his ever present mask.:
misery - as you all saw...cook is now gone. in his pitiful attempt at revenge against me, he found himself overwhelmed and destroyed by my hands.
:misery holds up his fists and we see they are caked in dried blood.:
misery - cook tried to be a hero, tried to avoid his fate and he suffered for it. cook denied me...and now he's stashed away at a hospital under the watchful eye of security. however, i no longer have any use for cook. his laughable attempts to stop me made me realize that he is simply...not the one. cook was simply a children in a mans world. another victim of misery. perhaps someday he'll return to napw. but he'll never be the man he once was.
:a followers of misery, clad in one of his masks, walks over to him and hands him a small cardboard box.:
misery - now that cook has been put to pasture i see that i'm now scheduled to face the mongoloid who calls himself ravager. not only that but it's for the napw provincial title as well. how interesting.
:misery opens the box and pulls something out. he dismisses his follower and places the object atop his head. it's a crown of barbed wire.:
misery - i have kept an eye on this fool ravager since i arrived here. this is a man who worships gold over all else. he lives for that title of his, i suspect he even sleeps with it at night. what kind of man would place a piece of tin over his children? the kind of man who needs misery in his life. ravager, the men you've faced before you are nothing compared to what awaits you this monday. you think you've overcome obstacles and trials? bitch you know nothing about trials. but from what i hear...i'm a good teacher.
:a rat scampers onto the shoulder of misery and he starts to stroke it's coarse hair like he would a pet.:
misery - ravager, a two time provincial champion. how proud you must be. but i wonder...what kind of mind set will you be in when you face misery? will you be more worried about your little title...or your kids? you see you can't have them both ravager. i won't allow it. you will have to decide what is more important to you child. this Monday i will walk away with either your belt...or your family. if you think i jest, then go ask cook about how serious i am about such matters.
:misery's furry friend is soon joined by another rat, and another and another.:
misery - ravager i have plans for you. i will take you apart, piece by piece and rebuild you into the man you should be. you will wear my mask of misery and call me master. you'll grovel before me and jump whenever i snap my fingers. you see, it's dawned on me just how i can kill two birds with one stone. napw doesn't want me here. i suspect you're not my biggest fan either. come Monday i will take the provincial title from you ravager, it's a forgone conclusion. i will leave you battered and broken. a shell of a man. as the referee hands me that title you will feel lose. you will know misery. at the same time napw will have to live with the face that i hold one of their most prestigious titles. but that's not the best part ravager...not by a long shot.
:misery leans foreword and we see his eyes looking straight into the camera.:
misery - at Monday night fights you will lose your title to me ravager...or i will take your family and make them mine. i'll raise your children as if they were my own, teach them the ways of the world. then when they are ready...they'll be fitted with one of my masks. as for your wife...well, i thinks she needs a real man to keep her warm at nights don't you? think of it ravager, think of the delicious agony that awaits you. your title...or your family. i've already reserved a bed for you at the local hospital. maybe you and cook can be bed buddies? trade stories about your lives before they were darkened by my shadow. i will claim that title of yours ravager, i will leave you begging me for mercy as blood trickles down your face.
:misery stands from his throne and as if one cue dozens of his followers flock to him and drop to all fours in the cold wet mud.:
misery - or...you can try and deny me. and i'll take all that you love away. i'm sure your family would be most happy here. as you say, business is business ravager. i want only to take that strap and shove it in the face of the napw officials. i want to see you carted from the arena on a stretcher never to return. if you try and stop me, remember this...i am undefeated here. i have destroyed all who have opposed me. i will have what i want...or your family will suffer. either way, you will come face to face with misery. cherish this weekend, because once it's done you'll either have lost a large amount of blood and your title...or you'll have lost your wife and children. the choice weighs on your shoulders ravager.
:misery waves us away and we cut to black.:
misery - as you all saw...cook is now gone. in his pitiful attempt at revenge against me, he found himself overwhelmed and destroyed by my hands.
:misery holds up his fists and we see they are caked in dried blood.:
misery - cook tried to be a hero, tried to avoid his fate and he suffered for it. cook denied me...and now he's stashed away at a hospital under the watchful eye of security. however, i no longer have any use for cook. his laughable attempts to stop me made me realize that he is simply...not the one. cook was simply a children in a mans world. another victim of misery. perhaps someday he'll return to napw. but he'll never be the man he once was.
:a followers of misery, clad in one of his masks, walks over to him and hands him a small cardboard box.:
misery - now that cook has been put to pasture i see that i'm now scheduled to face the mongoloid who calls himself ravager. not only that but it's for the napw provincial title as well. how interesting.
:misery opens the box and pulls something out. he dismisses his follower and places the object atop his head. it's a crown of barbed wire.:
misery - i have kept an eye on this fool ravager since i arrived here. this is a man who worships gold over all else. he lives for that title of his, i suspect he even sleeps with it at night. what kind of man would place a piece of tin over his children? the kind of man who needs misery in his life. ravager, the men you've faced before you are nothing compared to what awaits you this monday. you think you've overcome obstacles and trials? bitch you know nothing about trials. but from what i hear...i'm a good teacher.
:a rat scampers onto the shoulder of misery and he starts to stroke it's coarse hair like he would a pet.:
misery - ravager, a two time provincial champion. how proud you must be. but i wonder...what kind of mind set will you be in when you face misery? will you be more worried about your little title...or your kids? you see you can't have them both ravager. i won't allow it. you will have to decide what is more important to you child. this Monday i will walk away with either your belt...or your family. if you think i jest, then go ask cook about how serious i am about such matters.
:misery's furry friend is soon joined by another rat, and another and another.:
misery - ravager i have plans for you. i will take you apart, piece by piece and rebuild you into the man you should be. you will wear my mask of misery and call me master. you'll grovel before me and jump whenever i snap my fingers. you see, it's dawned on me just how i can kill two birds with one stone. napw doesn't want me here. i suspect you're not my biggest fan either. come Monday i will take the provincial title from you ravager, it's a forgone conclusion. i will leave you battered and broken. a shell of a man. as the referee hands me that title you will feel lose. you will know misery. at the same time napw will have to live with the face that i hold one of their most prestigious titles. but that's not the best part ravager...not by a long shot.
:misery leans foreword and we see his eyes looking straight into the camera.:
misery - at Monday night fights you will lose your title to me ravager...or i will take your family and make them mine. i'll raise your children as if they were my own, teach them the ways of the world. then when they are ready...they'll be fitted with one of my masks. as for your wife...well, i thinks she needs a real man to keep her warm at nights don't you? think of it ravager, think of the delicious agony that awaits you. your title...or your family. i've already reserved a bed for you at the local hospital. maybe you and cook can be bed buddies? trade stories about your lives before they were darkened by my shadow. i will claim that title of yours ravager, i will leave you begging me for mercy as blood trickles down your face.
:misery stands from his throne and as if one cue dozens of his followers flock to him and drop to all fours in the cold wet mud.:
misery - or...you can try and deny me. and i'll take all that you love away. i'm sure your family would be most happy here. as you say, business is business ravager. i want only to take that strap and shove it in the face of the napw officials. i want to see you carted from the arena on a stretcher never to return. if you try and stop me, remember this...i am undefeated here. i have destroyed all who have opposed me. i will have what i want...or your family will suffer. either way, you will come face to face with misery. cherish this weekend, because once it's done you'll either have lost a large amount of blood and your title...or you'll have lost your wife and children. the choice weighs on your shoulders ravager.
:misery waves us away and we cut to black.: