Post by Ravager on Dec 2, 2005 18:35:52 GMT -5
Ravager's apartment. The apartment is fairly dark, and sparse. The NAPW Provincial Title sits proudly on his table. Ravager pulls a trunk in front of his couch, and sits down.
Misery. Why does the NAPW always match me with a freak in a mask? You wish to claim my title and my family. You have your kingdom of rats and your many followers. And yet, all I think of when I see you is "Bring out the Gimp". (chuckles) Loved Pulp Fiction. Tarantino didn't really understand the lifestyle, but who does? (getting back on track) And Misery, you don't really understand what you're dealing with. I've faced bigger men than you. I've faced men who are as crazy as you. And I'm still here. And I'm still champ. You did a number on J.C Cook, that's for sure. But you didn't finish the job. Can you get the job done against me? Maybe. You're a strong man. Hard to hurt. You could bring me a lot of trouble.
But then you had to bring family into it.
Now I'm not a huge family guy. Just ask my Dad. But you've dug a little deeper. You've found things out. And now you've made me go on the defensive. And you know what the best defense is.
Ravager opens his trunk. He pulls out a baseball bat.
You see Misery, a man like me has to be prepared for anything.
Ravager pulls out a spool of barbed wire and starts wrapping it around the bat.
I mean, I wouldn't be standing here today if I wasn't willing to get my hands dirty. But sometimes, someone will try to make things personal. And then I have to get nasty.
Ravager finishes wrapping the bat in wire. He brings out a pair of brass knuckles.
Are you ready for a War Misery? Because I'm always ready for a War. Or Skirmishes, Police Actions, Armed Resistances, you name it I've been there.
Ravager pulls out a bag, He opens it brings out a handful of thumbtacks to show everyone.
So you can ask yourself Misery. Is it worth your time to try and mold me into your ideal? Or should you move on to the next hapless victim.
Pulls out a pair of Kendo Sticks from the trunk.
This isn't my only trunk Misery. I have a lot more toys. And I'm willing to bring them all Monday Night. This title?
Holds up Provincial Title.
Means a lot to me. I worked very hard to get it. I'm proud to wear it around my waist.
Ravager tosses the title to the ground.
But if you think for a second that I'll be lost without it, then you haven't studied me as well as you thought. Because the last time I lost that belt. I went on a rampage through the NAPW that couldn't be stopped. I was more effective without it. On second thought, maybe I should let you have it. You could put it on your cross, have your little pagan dwarfs dance around it and chant while you sacrifice goats or whatever the Hell it is you do in your spare time. The title is a nice little compliment. But it isn't my life. But you hold it on the same level as my family, which means that you're going to have to pry it from my dead hands.
Ravager points the barbed wire bat at the camera.
If you want it that bad, can come and get it. I just hope you're ready to work for it.
Ravager slams the trunk closed, leaves the room. Closeup on the Provincial title.
Misery. Why does the NAPW always match me with a freak in a mask? You wish to claim my title and my family. You have your kingdom of rats and your many followers. And yet, all I think of when I see you is "Bring out the Gimp". (chuckles) Loved Pulp Fiction. Tarantino didn't really understand the lifestyle, but who does? (getting back on track) And Misery, you don't really understand what you're dealing with. I've faced bigger men than you. I've faced men who are as crazy as you. And I'm still here. And I'm still champ. You did a number on J.C Cook, that's for sure. But you didn't finish the job. Can you get the job done against me? Maybe. You're a strong man. Hard to hurt. You could bring me a lot of trouble.
But then you had to bring family into it.
Now I'm not a huge family guy. Just ask my Dad. But you've dug a little deeper. You've found things out. And now you've made me go on the defensive. And you know what the best defense is.
Ravager opens his trunk. He pulls out a baseball bat.
You see Misery, a man like me has to be prepared for anything.
Ravager pulls out a spool of barbed wire and starts wrapping it around the bat.
I mean, I wouldn't be standing here today if I wasn't willing to get my hands dirty. But sometimes, someone will try to make things personal. And then I have to get nasty.
Ravager finishes wrapping the bat in wire. He brings out a pair of brass knuckles.
Are you ready for a War Misery? Because I'm always ready for a War. Or Skirmishes, Police Actions, Armed Resistances, you name it I've been there.
Ravager pulls out a bag, He opens it brings out a handful of thumbtacks to show everyone.
So you can ask yourself Misery. Is it worth your time to try and mold me into your ideal? Or should you move on to the next hapless victim.
Pulls out a pair of Kendo Sticks from the trunk.
This isn't my only trunk Misery. I have a lot more toys. And I'm willing to bring them all Monday Night. This title?
Holds up Provincial Title.
Means a lot to me. I worked very hard to get it. I'm proud to wear it around my waist.
Ravager tosses the title to the ground.
But if you think for a second that I'll be lost without it, then you haven't studied me as well as you thought. Because the last time I lost that belt. I went on a rampage through the NAPW that couldn't be stopped. I was more effective without it. On second thought, maybe I should let you have it. You could put it on your cross, have your little pagan dwarfs dance around it and chant while you sacrifice goats or whatever the Hell it is you do in your spare time. The title is a nice little compliment. But it isn't my life. But you hold it on the same level as my family, which means that you're going to have to pry it from my dead hands.
Ravager points the barbed wire bat at the camera.
If you want it that bad, can come and get it. I just hope you're ready to work for it.
Ravager slams the trunk closed, leaves the room. Closeup on the Provincial title.