Post by Ravager on Dec 4, 2005 1:49:17 GMT -5
Ravager is in the ring, having a workout spar with a young wrestler. The wrestler is about 6'0, 285 pounds. Ravager's family, his Wife and his teenage Son and Daughter, sit at ringside. NAPW security is patrolling around.
Wife: (shouting at Ravager in the ring)This is just great. Great atmosphere for the kids to be in. Watching their father fight while they're being stalked by a lunatic. Brilliant.
Ravager: (who's being held in an arm bar) Not the best time dear.
Wife: When would be a good time to talk? How about at the twins birthday party? You remember when that is? I'm sure Misery learned that when he HAD HIS FOLLOWERS TRACK US DOWN!
Ravager: (working his way out of the arm bar, reversing into wrist lock) Please, you're breaking my concentration.
Wife: Oh really? Why don't you concentrate on keeping us safe! This security you brought in couldn't protect us from a fly!
Ravager: (releasing the wrist lock) Look, we can talk about this later....
Ravager is caught with a forearm shot to the back of the head. The rookie takes the moment to capitalize with some vicious kicks to the spine.
Wife: Oh that's just great! Is this what's going to happen on Monday Night? Look kids, there's your big protector, getting his ass handed to him by a rookie!
Son: We're going to wind up in some cult aren't we?
Daughter: Why did Dad have to drag us all the way here?
Wife: You hear that? Your kids know what's going to happen Monday. I hope you're happy big man. You let us down once again...
Ravager: EVERYONE SHUT UP FOR A SECOND!!!!
Ravager dodges an elbow drop from the rookie. He plants his calf firmly across the rookies throat.
Ravager: Firstly, no one here is joining a cult they don't want to join!
Ravager starts landing forearm shots to the rookie's face.
Ravager: Second, I can handle Misery. He's bigger than me. He absorbs more pain than me. But he hasn't outsmarted me. No matter what the gimp says.
Ravager stops to pull off the top turnbuckle pad.
Ravager: He wins matches by brute force alone. I use brute force a lot, but it's not my only weapon.
Ravager slams the rookie's head into the exposed metal, then slaps on a dragon suplex.
Ravager: Misery doesn't know what he's gotten himself into. Trust me.
Ravager drops an elbow onto the rookie's neck.
Ravager: Misery is shaking the wrong hornet's nest by going after you guys. He's going to get stung like you wouldn't believe Monday Night.
Ravager lifts the rookie onto the top turnbuckle, then drops his head into the exposed metal for the super brainbuster. The rookie lies motionless on the canvas. Ravager coolly exits the ring, despite the fact his hands and t-shirt are stained with his opponents blood.
Ravager: So if you all just do as I say, you'll be fine.
Daughter: Uh, Dad, is that man dead?
Ravager stops to look back in the ring.
Ravager: He's breathing. He's also lucky.
Son: How could he possible be lucky?
Ravager: He's lucky I had no real desire to hurt him. Imagine what I'm going to do to Misery.
A sick smile comes across Ravager's face. His kids look slightly scared.
Wife: You sure know how to make family outings memorable.
Ravager: This still beats a car trip through the mountains. Now come on, lets go get some ice cream!
Ravager's kids are very happy about this. His wife looks her bloodied husband up and down, and shakes her head as Ravager and the kids walk off.
Wife: (muttering to herself) I really hopes he changes his t-shirt before he takes the kids out this time.
They walk off as the camera pans back to the bloodied rookie laying in the center of the ring, still writhing in pain.
Wife: (shouting at Ravager in the ring)This is just great. Great atmosphere for the kids to be in. Watching their father fight while they're being stalked by a lunatic. Brilliant.
Ravager: (who's being held in an arm bar) Not the best time dear.
Wife: When would be a good time to talk? How about at the twins birthday party? You remember when that is? I'm sure Misery learned that when he HAD HIS FOLLOWERS TRACK US DOWN!
Ravager: (working his way out of the arm bar, reversing into wrist lock) Please, you're breaking my concentration.
Wife: Oh really? Why don't you concentrate on keeping us safe! This security you brought in couldn't protect us from a fly!
Ravager: (releasing the wrist lock) Look, we can talk about this later....
Ravager is caught with a forearm shot to the back of the head. The rookie takes the moment to capitalize with some vicious kicks to the spine.
Wife: Oh that's just great! Is this what's going to happen on Monday Night? Look kids, there's your big protector, getting his ass handed to him by a rookie!
Son: We're going to wind up in some cult aren't we?
Daughter: Why did Dad have to drag us all the way here?
Wife: You hear that? Your kids know what's going to happen Monday. I hope you're happy big man. You let us down once again...
Ravager: EVERYONE SHUT UP FOR A SECOND!!!!
Ravager dodges an elbow drop from the rookie. He plants his calf firmly across the rookies throat.
Ravager: Firstly, no one here is joining a cult they don't want to join!
Ravager starts landing forearm shots to the rookie's face.
Ravager: Second, I can handle Misery. He's bigger than me. He absorbs more pain than me. But he hasn't outsmarted me. No matter what the gimp says.
Ravager stops to pull off the top turnbuckle pad.
Ravager: He wins matches by brute force alone. I use brute force a lot, but it's not my only weapon.
Ravager slams the rookie's head into the exposed metal, then slaps on a dragon suplex.
Ravager: Misery doesn't know what he's gotten himself into. Trust me.
Ravager drops an elbow onto the rookie's neck.
Ravager: Misery is shaking the wrong hornet's nest by going after you guys. He's going to get stung like you wouldn't believe Monday Night.
Ravager lifts the rookie onto the top turnbuckle, then drops his head into the exposed metal for the super brainbuster. The rookie lies motionless on the canvas. Ravager coolly exits the ring, despite the fact his hands and t-shirt are stained with his opponents blood.
Ravager: So if you all just do as I say, you'll be fine.
Daughter: Uh, Dad, is that man dead?
Ravager stops to look back in the ring.
Ravager: He's breathing. He's also lucky.
Son: How could he possible be lucky?
Ravager: He's lucky I had no real desire to hurt him. Imagine what I'm going to do to Misery.
A sick smile comes across Ravager's face. His kids look slightly scared.
Wife: You sure know how to make family outings memorable.
Ravager: This still beats a car trip through the mountains. Now come on, lets go get some ice cream!
Ravager's kids are very happy about this. His wife looks her bloodied husband up and down, and shakes her head as Ravager and the kids walk off.
Wife: (muttering to herself) I really hopes he changes his t-shirt before he takes the kids out this time.
They walk off as the camera pans back to the bloodied rookie laying in the center of the ring, still writhing in pain.