Post by Ravager on Jan 28, 2007 14:47:00 GMT -5
Ravager, at his hotel in Kamloops, on his phone, trying to get information.
Well, did anybody see where he went after? ... You mean the guy filmed the whole damn thing, but didn't follow up? Idiot. ... No, I'll find out on my own.
Ravager slams down the phone.
Over a year ago I stood on the High Level Bridge in Edmonton and contemplated tossing my belt over. I had been in a tough match. I had done things I wasn't proud of. I snapped. But not to the extent...
Success brings pressure. Pressure to perform. And I thought you could handle it Evan. I really did. I may not like you personally, but I respect you. And I don't want to see a career like yours end like ...
You have Rees reducing what you did to a joke. Casino calling you a traitor. Me? I want your title.
Pause
Yes. I still want it. Even though it seems to have driven you over the edge. Even though it drove D! off the deep end (winces when he realizes the pun) it drove me to injure a woman who truly cared about me. I still want it. Why else would I be in this business? Why else do you fight Evan? Why are Lloyd and Kryenik gunning for you on Tuesday? It's all about being the best. It's all about handling the responsibility of being champion. And I did it once before. All too briefly. And I want to again. I want to shut Rees up before he inflicts another incomprehensible rant on an unsuspecting public. I want to get a definitive win over Kryenik. I want to beat you Evan, because you're holding the title that says you're the best.
But I know I'm better. I know that one on one, no interference, I can beat you. I will prove Tuesday night that I can handle any challenge. Then I'll prove at Cold Snap that I'm worthy of being a champion.
But I don't want to beat you like this Evan. I want you to have your head in the game. I want you at 100%. If you're sick, or distracted, then all I'll ever hear is doubts. Mostly from Casino, granted, but people who actually matter will have questions as well. And I have had enough of people questioning me. I think my work over the past year has shown that I am ready to be the standard bearer of this company.
Ravager grabs his coat and prepares to leave.
I have worked over a year. All over Canada. Hell, all over the U.S as well. At the TEAM supershow. And the Invitational. In every venue NAPW booked. Since day one. I have fought for this company. Casino may knock me for not capitalizing on my chances. But I get the chances because I bleed NAPW. I'm in there show after show, no matter what. And unless someone knocks me out, hurts me so bad that I can't walk, drives a dagger through my heart and burns me to ashes...
I will continue to fight for the NAPW.
Now if you people will excuse me. I have to see if our champion has frozen to death.
Ravager exits.
Fade to Black.
Well, did anybody see where he went after? ... You mean the guy filmed the whole damn thing, but didn't follow up? Idiot. ... No, I'll find out on my own.
Ravager slams down the phone.
Over a year ago I stood on the High Level Bridge in Edmonton and contemplated tossing my belt over. I had been in a tough match. I had done things I wasn't proud of. I snapped. But not to the extent...
Success brings pressure. Pressure to perform. And I thought you could handle it Evan. I really did. I may not like you personally, but I respect you. And I don't want to see a career like yours end like ...
You have Rees reducing what you did to a joke. Casino calling you a traitor. Me? I want your title.
Pause
Yes. I still want it. Even though it seems to have driven you over the edge. Even though it drove D! off the deep end (winces when he realizes the pun) it drove me to injure a woman who truly cared about me. I still want it. Why else would I be in this business? Why else do you fight Evan? Why are Lloyd and Kryenik gunning for you on Tuesday? It's all about being the best. It's all about handling the responsibility of being champion. And I did it once before. All too briefly. And I want to again. I want to shut Rees up before he inflicts another incomprehensible rant on an unsuspecting public. I want to get a definitive win over Kryenik. I want to beat you Evan, because you're holding the title that says you're the best.
But I know I'm better. I know that one on one, no interference, I can beat you. I will prove Tuesday night that I can handle any challenge. Then I'll prove at Cold Snap that I'm worthy of being a champion.
But I don't want to beat you like this Evan. I want you to have your head in the game. I want you at 100%. If you're sick, or distracted, then all I'll ever hear is doubts. Mostly from Casino, granted, but people who actually matter will have questions as well. And I have had enough of people questioning me. I think my work over the past year has shown that I am ready to be the standard bearer of this company.
Ravager grabs his coat and prepares to leave.
I have worked over a year. All over Canada. Hell, all over the U.S as well. At the TEAM supershow. And the Invitational. In every venue NAPW booked. Since day one. I have fought for this company. Casino may knock me for not capitalizing on my chances. But I get the chances because I bleed NAPW. I'm in there show after show, no matter what. And unless someone knocks me out, hurts me so bad that I can't walk, drives a dagger through my heart and burns me to ashes...
I will continue to fight for the NAPW.
Now if you people will excuse me. I have to see if our champion has frozen to death.
Ravager exits.
Fade to Black.