Post by Ravager on Dec 14, 2005 13:17:26 GMT -5
Ravager, with his baseball bat, is hunting through the backstage area.
Ravager: Come on out! I just want to talk to you! The baseball bat is for something else entirely!
Silence
Voice: Ravager?
Ravager whips around ready to strike with the bat. We see a terrified Josh Reynolds.
Josh: (screaming) Oh God don't kill me!
Ravager: Would you quit f***ing following me! You are going to get hurt if you're not careful! I already broke one announcer!
Josh: (stammering in fear) The match for Monday has been set. You're facing Technique with the Provincial title on the line. Any thoughts?
Ravager: He's got a future if he keeps up his training. May be a bit impatient asking for a title match so soon. Hope he's ready. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to find someone and have a reasonable and pleasant conversation.
A large metal box falls from the rafters. Very nearly takes out the two men. Loud maniacal laughter is heard again. Ravager twitches with anger.
Ravager: Or maybe I'll see long it takes for me to break this bat over his head.
Ravager stalks off, looking p*ssed beyond belief. Josh stays behind, looking petrified with fear.
Josh: Oh Technique. Of all the weeks to for you to try and shoot for the stars, why did you have to choose this one? Better hope Ravager is in a better mood by Monday.
The laughter is heard again. The hall goes black.
Ravager: Come on out! I just want to talk to you! The baseball bat is for something else entirely!
Silence
Voice: Ravager?
Ravager whips around ready to strike with the bat. We see a terrified Josh Reynolds.
Josh: (screaming) Oh God don't kill me!
Ravager: Would you quit f***ing following me! You are going to get hurt if you're not careful! I already broke one announcer!
Josh: (stammering in fear) The match for Monday has been set. You're facing Technique with the Provincial title on the line. Any thoughts?
Ravager: He's got a future if he keeps up his training. May be a bit impatient asking for a title match so soon. Hope he's ready. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to find someone and have a reasonable and pleasant conversation.
A large metal box falls from the rafters. Very nearly takes out the two men. Loud maniacal laughter is heard again. Ravager twitches with anger.
Ravager: Or maybe I'll see long it takes for me to break this bat over his head.
Ravager stalks off, looking p*ssed beyond belief. Josh stays behind, looking petrified with fear.
Josh: Oh Technique. Of all the weeks to for you to try and shoot for the stars, why did you have to choose this one? Better hope Ravager is in a better mood by Monday.
The laughter is heard again. The hall goes black.