Post by Ravager on Jan 26, 2007 23:23:32 GMT -5
You keep talking about me Casino. Like I'm a non entity. A never was. Someone who'll never be a threat.
Fade in on Ravager. He's got a fresh cut on his forehead. And he's got a few new pictures on his wall. "The Colossal" Kenny Krenshov and "The Devastator" Kurt Castle. And they have the notes added to them:
Casino's boys. As long as the stable lasts, you'll never have a one on one match. Each man individually is a threat. Together they're a force. But only as long as Casino is happy.
But you keep talking about me. So I must occupy a significant spot in your priorities list. Too bad I'm not in line for your title. Too bad I'm not one of your opponents at Cold Snap. Too bad for you I'm getting another shot at the title you think you deserve. And too bad you got me mad. Because now? I'm going to make sure you never get the NAPW heavyweight title. Not because I'm convinced you don't deserve it. But because you messed with my business, then tried to reinvent history to make me look like a coward. You made a mistake Casino. And you will pay for it. But unlike you, I'm willing to wait. Because I got bigger things ahead of me. Starting Tuesday night. When I step in the ring with three men:
"Sick" Billy Kryenik. If it wasn't for the broken neck, he'd be a champion by now. I have no doubt about this. But he's back with a vengeance. Most men would still be in a wheelchair after an injury like he sustained, but not Kryenik. He hasn't lost a step. And he hasn't lost my respect. But he has the potential to slow my momentum. He has a free pass to a shot at any title he chooses. Which makes him a future threat. And I don't take any threat lightly. So Billy. You know my deal. On Tuesday, it's nothing personal. Just business.
"The Lemondrop Kid" Lloyd Rees. You stepped in for the Dupree Cup and performed admirably. But you also made a mockery of the Provincial title I worked so hard to make special. You got a tag win over me that you didn't deserve. And most importantly:
You're in my way. And beating you, a man who's held as many titles as you have, would give me the extra push I will need at Cold Snap when I face
Perfection.
The NAPW Champion.
Evan Cartwright.
Pause
You have proven your appreciation for competition. You've earned my respect as an opponent. And you stepped up when I needed help, even though most would have turned their backs on me.
And yet still I don't trust you.
It's nothing personal. I don't expect you to trust me either. But it's hard to ignore history. You talked of helping me with the Revolution, then formed Violence Inc. At Black Thursday II, you stood side by side with Casino, and then the you rebuke him weeks later. So I have to wonder where you stand. I have to wonder what will happen when we're in the ring on Tuesday. Will it be a sportsmanlike affair? Or will you take the first opening to take me out before the title match? Will you and Casino patch things up and take out any possible threat?
smirks
Who's to say? I'd like to think that Evan is a stand up guy. But then, D! wanted to think of me as a friend. That didn't work. So maybe it's better that I watch my own back. If you want to prove my suspicions wrong, more power to you. Lord knows I've always thought we'd make a profitable alliance.
But if you try and screw me Evan...
Nobody here has ever seen me truly angry. Not Minstrel. Not Static. Casino can try all he wants, but he's sounding more desperate with each childish shot he takes. Not even D!, even though he came close. Very close.
Evan. We have a chance to make history at Cold Snap. A chance to put on a match of the year. All we have to do is survive this four way match Tuesday night. We have to get past two other top competitors before we make history. All I ask of you? ...
Don't make me go to that place.. That violent, nasty place where I can't come back from. It's a fine line between fierce competition and blood boiling, soul wrenching hate. I don't want that Evan. Cause I don't think I could come back from that. Despite what people may think of me, I do want to keep some semblance of my humanity.
Plus, I don't think the NAPW would survive the Hell that would be unleashed if I ever got truly angry.
The days draw nearer. The anticipation grows. And all I can think about is the NAPW heavyweight title. Having it back around my waist.
I won't blow this chance. I won't lose this Tuesday. I won't allow the petty insults from Casino distract me. I'm done being a challenger.
I'm taking back what's mine Evan. Nobody's going to get in my way.
Fade to black.
Fade in on Ravager. He's got a fresh cut on his forehead. And he's got a few new pictures on his wall. "The Colossal" Kenny Krenshov and "The Devastator" Kurt Castle. And they have the notes added to them:
Casino's boys. As long as the stable lasts, you'll never have a one on one match. Each man individually is a threat. Together they're a force. But only as long as Casino is happy.
But you keep talking about me. So I must occupy a significant spot in your priorities list. Too bad I'm not in line for your title. Too bad I'm not one of your opponents at Cold Snap. Too bad for you I'm getting another shot at the title you think you deserve. And too bad you got me mad. Because now? I'm going to make sure you never get the NAPW heavyweight title. Not because I'm convinced you don't deserve it. But because you messed with my business, then tried to reinvent history to make me look like a coward. You made a mistake Casino. And you will pay for it. But unlike you, I'm willing to wait. Because I got bigger things ahead of me. Starting Tuesday night. When I step in the ring with three men:
"Sick" Billy Kryenik. If it wasn't for the broken neck, he'd be a champion by now. I have no doubt about this. But he's back with a vengeance. Most men would still be in a wheelchair after an injury like he sustained, but not Kryenik. He hasn't lost a step. And he hasn't lost my respect. But he has the potential to slow my momentum. He has a free pass to a shot at any title he chooses. Which makes him a future threat. And I don't take any threat lightly. So Billy. You know my deal. On Tuesday, it's nothing personal. Just business.
"The Lemondrop Kid" Lloyd Rees. You stepped in for the Dupree Cup and performed admirably. But you also made a mockery of the Provincial title I worked so hard to make special. You got a tag win over me that you didn't deserve. And most importantly:
You're in my way. And beating you, a man who's held as many titles as you have, would give me the extra push I will need at Cold Snap when I face
Perfection.
The NAPW Champion.
Evan Cartwright.
Pause
You have proven your appreciation for competition. You've earned my respect as an opponent. And you stepped up when I needed help, even though most would have turned their backs on me.
And yet still I don't trust you.
It's nothing personal. I don't expect you to trust me either. But it's hard to ignore history. You talked of helping me with the Revolution, then formed Violence Inc. At Black Thursday II, you stood side by side with Casino, and then the you rebuke him weeks later. So I have to wonder where you stand. I have to wonder what will happen when we're in the ring on Tuesday. Will it be a sportsmanlike affair? Or will you take the first opening to take me out before the title match? Will you and Casino patch things up and take out any possible threat?
smirks
Who's to say? I'd like to think that Evan is a stand up guy. But then, D! wanted to think of me as a friend. That didn't work. So maybe it's better that I watch my own back. If you want to prove my suspicions wrong, more power to you. Lord knows I've always thought we'd make a profitable alliance.
But if you try and screw me Evan...
Nobody here has ever seen me truly angry. Not Minstrel. Not Static. Casino can try all he wants, but he's sounding more desperate with each childish shot he takes. Not even D!, even though he came close. Very close.
Evan. We have a chance to make history at Cold Snap. A chance to put on a match of the year. All we have to do is survive this four way match Tuesday night. We have to get past two other top competitors before we make history. All I ask of you? ...
Don't make me go to that place.. That violent, nasty place where I can't come back from. It's a fine line between fierce competition and blood boiling, soul wrenching hate. I don't want that Evan. Cause I don't think I could come back from that. Despite what people may think of me, I do want to keep some semblance of my humanity.
Plus, I don't think the NAPW would survive the Hell that would be unleashed if I ever got truly angry.
The days draw nearer. The anticipation grows. And all I can think about is the NAPW heavyweight title. Having it back around my waist.
I won't blow this chance. I won't lose this Tuesday. I won't allow the petty insults from Casino distract me. I'm done being a challenger.
I'm taking back what's mine Evan. Nobody's going to get in my way.
Fade to black.