Post by Ravager on Dec 10, 2005 13:44:38 GMT -5
Ravager is walking down Whyte Avenue. His hands are still covered in blood. He passes by a young man sitting on the sidewalk in front of Tim Horton's.
Man: Spare some change, man?
Ravager: No.
Man: Hey, aren't you Ravager? Shouldn't a wrestling champ have some money on him?
Ravager stops dead in his tracks. He turns and glares at the young man.
Ravager: I see being homeless hasn't prevented you from keeping up on your wrestling.
Man: Um...
Ravager: What, Mommy and Daddy wouldn't raise your allowance, so you thought you'd make some extra cash by begging in the streets?
Man: Look, I'm sorry I...
Ravager grabs the young man by the hair and pulls him up.
Ravager: You thought you'd play on people's generosity during the Christmas season, and maybe you'd have enough cash for some new video games or whatever expensive crap you buy to make yourself feel superior to your friends?
Man: Let go! I'll never do this again!
Ravager: Sorry. You annoyed me on the wrong day.
Ravager lets the man go. He tries to run, but Ravager catches him in a full nelson. One dragon suplex later, and the man is through the window of the Tim Horton's. Ravager stops for a minute. He stares at the man, writhing in pain on the floor of the coffee shop. He pulls out a roll of bills and tosses it at the furious manager, who has come to investigate the commotion.
Ravager: Sorry about the mess.
Manager: That was a bit excessive, don't you think?
Ravager: It's the only way these kids will learn.
Manager: Did you have to destroy my window?
Ravager: No. I really didn't.
Ravager walks away. He seems to be shaking a bit, but he looks a bit relieved as well.
Ravager: (To himself) I'd hate to be Mirage Monday Night. (chuckles)
Ravager walks to his car. He gets in, then speeds off into the night.
Man: Spare some change, man?
Ravager: No.
Man: Hey, aren't you Ravager? Shouldn't a wrestling champ have some money on him?
Ravager stops dead in his tracks. He turns and glares at the young man.
Ravager: I see being homeless hasn't prevented you from keeping up on your wrestling.
Man: Um...
Ravager: What, Mommy and Daddy wouldn't raise your allowance, so you thought you'd make some extra cash by begging in the streets?
Man: Look, I'm sorry I...
Ravager grabs the young man by the hair and pulls him up.
Ravager: You thought you'd play on people's generosity during the Christmas season, and maybe you'd have enough cash for some new video games or whatever expensive crap you buy to make yourself feel superior to your friends?
Man: Let go! I'll never do this again!
Ravager: Sorry. You annoyed me on the wrong day.
Ravager lets the man go. He tries to run, but Ravager catches him in a full nelson. One dragon suplex later, and the man is through the window of the Tim Horton's. Ravager stops for a minute. He stares at the man, writhing in pain on the floor of the coffee shop. He pulls out a roll of bills and tosses it at the furious manager, who has come to investigate the commotion.
Ravager: Sorry about the mess.
Manager: That was a bit excessive, don't you think?
Ravager: It's the only way these kids will learn.
Manager: Did you have to destroy my window?
Ravager: No. I really didn't.
Ravager walks away. He seems to be shaking a bit, but he looks a bit relieved as well.
Ravager: (To himself) I'd hate to be Mirage Monday Night. (chuckles)
Ravager walks to his car. He gets in, then speeds off into the night.