Post by Ravager on Dec 9, 2005 19:50:16 GMT -5
It's been a few hours since we last saw Ravager. He is in a pub right now, shooting billiards. A young man in a Ravager T - shirt approaches him.
Man: Dude! You're that guy! Ravager! Man, could you sign my shirt for me?
Ravager glares for a second, but in the end signs the man's shirt.
Man: Awesome! Thanks! And good luck against Mirage on Monday!
The young man happily walks off to brag to his buddies.
Ravager: Mirage?... Why do I get all the masked lunatics?
Voice: (off camera) Maybe you're a magnet for crazy people.
Ravager turns around to see Tiffany MacIntyre, manager of The Dudes.
Ravager: Don't you have a tag team to babysit?
Tiffany: Video Golf. Keeps them occupied for hours.
Ravager: Well, that's fantastic. Can I help you?
Tiffany: I noticed you were all alone tonight... and pretty much every other time I've seen you. Thought you might like some company.
Ravager: Everybody wants to chat with me tonight...
Tiffany: Hey don't get angry, I'm just trying to be friendly.
Ravager: You know, when I first started out here, I could shoot some pool and no one would bother me. You know why?
Tiffany: Because they didn't know who you were?
Ravager smirks.
Ravager: I came here to win titles. Make some money. Live life on the edge. I played all my usual games. I got in people's heads. I beat up anyone who got in my way. And I won the Provincial title in my first match.
Tiffany: I must have watched that match a dozen times.
Ravager: And then the lunatics started coming out of the woodwork. Lobo offering me money to take out his opponents. I turn the tables on him, wind up rescuing some rookie, and all of the sudden the fans are chanting my name.
Tiffany: It took guts to save that guy.
Ravager: I wasn't trying to save anyone! I saw my opportunity to mess up Lobo, and I took it. The guy I helped out, couldn't even tell you what he looks like. Then Static. A rambling luchadore. The whole thing with him was an afterthought. I was so focused on Lobo that he snuck up on me when I least expected it.
Tiffany: You get the title back at least.
Ravager: Yeah. I was happy for a while. Then Misery and his band of merry men started messing up my life. I hired actors to throw him off. Actors.
Tiffany: That was pretty funny.
Ravager: But if that idiot had come after me a year ago, I would have stapled that mask to his face then dropped him on his head until he forgot basic math. Instead I played some elaborate game that in the end only amused the fans. When D! confronted me after the match, I brushed him off, because, well, I didn't feel like talking. But I got to thinking. Why am I letting all these people get to me?
Tiffany: There was all that business with your father...
Ravager: History. Forgotten as soon as I left the hospital.
Tiffany: That's not something you can forget that easily.
Ravager: I didn't say it was easy.
Tiffany: Okay. Well, did you stop to think that maybe you attract these psychos because they're drawn to... one of their own?
Ravager: You're smarter than you let on.
Tiffany: You're avoiding the issue.
Ravager: Stay out of my head Tiffany. You'll just get hurt.
Tiffany: I can handle myself.
Ravager: I don't doubt that.
Pause
Tiffany: So, what now?
Ravager: Apparently I have a match to prepare for. And I'm sure your boys do too.
Tiffany: Actually, we have a tag title match Monday Night.
Ravager stops for a second.
Ravager: I don't doubt your team's ability. But I have to warn you of one thing.
Tiffany: What would that be?
Ravager: When you get the titles... Don't let it change you guys. It's an honor to be a champion. The paydays are great. But the belt does something. It changes you.
Tiffany: What do you mean? It didn't change you.
Ravager smirks, then tosses some money down for his drinks.
Ravager: Are you kidding? I used to be feared. Now I'm the World Champs comedic foil . I'd call that a change.
Ravager exits. He is stopped by a group of fans who ask for autographs. Ravager obliges, but looks back at Tiffany, as if to say "I told you so".
Fade to Black
To Be Continued
Tiffany MacIntyre used with Permission
Man: Dude! You're that guy! Ravager! Man, could you sign my shirt for me?
Ravager glares for a second, but in the end signs the man's shirt.
Man: Awesome! Thanks! And good luck against Mirage on Monday!
The young man happily walks off to brag to his buddies.
Ravager: Mirage?... Why do I get all the masked lunatics?
Voice: (off camera) Maybe you're a magnet for crazy people.
Ravager turns around to see Tiffany MacIntyre, manager of The Dudes.
Ravager: Don't you have a tag team to babysit?
Tiffany: Video Golf. Keeps them occupied for hours.
Ravager: Well, that's fantastic. Can I help you?
Tiffany: I noticed you were all alone tonight... and pretty much every other time I've seen you. Thought you might like some company.
Ravager: Everybody wants to chat with me tonight...
Tiffany: Hey don't get angry, I'm just trying to be friendly.
Ravager: You know, when I first started out here, I could shoot some pool and no one would bother me. You know why?
Tiffany: Because they didn't know who you were?
Ravager smirks.
Ravager: I came here to win titles. Make some money. Live life on the edge. I played all my usual games. I got in people's heads. I beat up anyone who got in my way. And I won the Provincial title in my first match.
Tiffany: I must have watched that match a dozen times.
Ravager: And then the lunatics started coming out of the woodwork. Lobo offering me money to take out his opponents. I turn the tables on him, wind up rescuing some rookie, and all of the sudden the fans are chanting my name.
Tiffany: It took guts to save that guy.
Ravager: I wasn't trying to save anyone! I saw my opportunity to mess up Lobo, and I took it. The guy I helped out, couldn't even tell you what he looks like. Then Static. A rambling luchadore. The whole thing with him was an afterthought. I was so focused on Lobo that he snuck up on me when I least expected it.
Tiffany: You get the title back at least.
Ravager: Yeah. I was happy for a while. Then Misery and his band of merry men started messing up my life. I hired actors to throw him off. Actors.
Tiffany: That was pretty funny.
Ravager: But if that idiot had come after me a year ago, I would have stapled that mask to his face then dropped him on his head until he forgot basic math. Instead I played some elaborate game that in the end only amused the fans. When D! confronted me after the match, I brushed him off, because, well, I didn't feel like talking. But I got to thinking. Why am I letting all these people get to me?
Tiffany: There was all that business with your father...
Ravager: History. Forgotten as soon as I left the hospital.
Tiffany: That's not something you can forget that easily.
Ravager: I didn't say it was easy.
Tiffany: Okay. Well, did you stop to think that maybe you attract these psychos because they're drawn to... one of their own?
Ravager: You're smarter than you let on.
Tiffany: You're avoiding the issue.
Ravager: Stay out of my head Tiffany. You'll just get hurt.
Tiffany: I can handle myself.
Ravager: I don't doubt that.
Pause
Tiffany: So, what now?
Ravager: Apparently I have a match to prepare for. And I'm sure your boys do too.
Tiffany: Actually, we have a tag title match Monday Night.
Ravager stops for a second.
Ravager: I don't doubt your team's ability. But I have to warn you of one thing.
Tiffany: What would that be?
Ravager: When you get the titles... Don't let it change you guys. It's an honor to be a champion. The paydays are great. But the belt does something. It changes you.
Tiffany: What do you mean? It didn't change you.
Ravager smirks, then tosses some money down for his drinks.
Ravager: Are you kidding? I used to be feared. Now I'm the World Champs comedic foil . I'd call that a change.
Ravager exits. He is stopped by a group of fans who ask for autographs. Ravager obliges, but looks back at Tiffany, as if to say "I told you so".
Fade to Black
To Be Continued
Tiffany MacIntyre used with Permission