Post by Ravager on Dec 9, 2005 21:49:16 GMT -5
Ravager is alone on an all too familiar rooftop. He holds the Provincial Title in his hands, Staring at it. He barely notices the brisk wind, or the shadow creeping up behind him.
Voice: (chuckling. Off camera) He said not to attack while in the ring.
Ravager whips around to catch one of Mirage's minions about to attack.
Ravager: Never announce your intentions. Especially when you could have just taken a free shot.
Minion: No matter! This Monday the Master will humiliate...
The Minion is stopped. Mostly because Ravager's hand is around the man's throat.
Ravager: All I want is to be respected. Outside of the ring, I want to be left alone. But that never happens, because I always seem to have opponents who send their flunkies to mess around in my business!
Ravager tosses the Minion against the door.
Ravager: Is it too much to ask for my opponent to face me man to man?
Ravager lands a punch to the Minion's gut.
Ravager: Do people think I'm that small a threat? That I can be scared off by the hired help?
Ravager picks the Minion up and plants him with a suplex.
Ravager: I am not weak!
Ravager starts punching the Minion.
Ravager: Tell your boss to stay out of my head!
Ravager stops punching. He looks at his hands, which are bloody. The Minion is unconscious on the ground, his eyes swollen and his nose and jaw broken. Ravager picks up the NAPW title belt, which he dropped. The name plate has broken off, and the belt has been badly tarnished. He looks down on the unconscious Minion.
Ravager: Tell Mirage. Tell him I won't be broken as easily as the belt was.
Kicks the Minion in the ribs.
Ravager: He thinks he knows pain and suffering? ... Wait until he gets in the ring with me.
Ravager lands some more savage kicks to the Minion's ribs before he trudges off into the night.
To Be Concluded
Voice: (chuckling. Off camera) He said not to attack while in the ring.
Ravager whips around to catch one of Mirage's minions about to attack.
Ravager: Never announce your intentions. Especially when you could have just taken a free shot.
Minion: No matter! This Monday the Master will humiliate...
The Minion is stopped. Mostly because Ravager's hand is around the man's throat.
Ravager: All I want is to be respected. Outside of the ring, I want to be left alone. But that never happens, because I always seem to have opponents who send their flunkies to mess around in my business!
Ravager tosses the Minion against the door.
Ravager: Is it too much to ask for my opponent to face me man to man?
Ravager lands a punch to the Minion's gut.
Ravager: Do people think I'm that small a threat? That I can be scared off by the hired help?
Ravager picks the Minion up and plants him with a suplex.
Ravager: I am not weak!
Ravager starts punching the Minion.
Ravager: Tell your boss to stay out of my head!
Ravager stops punching. He looks at his hands, which are bloody. The Minion is unconscious on the ground, his eyes swollen and his nose and jaw broken. Ravager picks up the NAPW title belt, which he dropped. The name plate has broken off, and the belt has been badly tarnished. He looks down on the unconscious Minion.
Ravager: Tell Mirage. Tell him I won't be broken as easily as the belt was.
Kicks the Minion in the ribs.
Ravager: He thinks he knows pain and suffering? ... Wait until he gets in the ring with me.
Ravager lands some more savage kicks to the Minion's ribs before he trudges off into the night.
To Be Concluded