Post by Ravager on Feb 24, 2007 20:04:19 GMT -5
We see Ravager in his apartment. He has just arrived home, after the ENN awards, and he'll soon be on the road to Calgary for Tuesday Night Fights.
Well. I seem to have struck a nerve.
Ravager removes his suit jacket. He looks over his walls, which are still covered with pictures of potential future opponents. He scans the mug shots, until he sees on of Lloyd Rees.
It's funny how my pranks never evoke laughter. I don't know why I keep trying. I keep thinking it's what people want to see. But then I remember the biggest cheers I ever got.
Making Plague bleed.
Dropping D! headfirst onto the NAPW title.
Dropping an elbow on Static from the bleachers.
Folding up Joey Malone like a lawn chair.
I'm not here to be a comedian. I'm not a funny, or overly emotional guy. I'm a wrestler. More important, I'm a fighter. And I'm the best at what I do. Not just because of my physical skills. But my mental ones. Like getting into your opponent's head before the match. Win some battles before the bell even rings, and your job is that much easier. And I need all the breaks I can get. Because despite appearances, your a threat. One that I can't, and never will, discount.
Ravager adds a note to the picture of Rees:
Angry men make mistakes. But they also fight harder. You have what he wants. And he'll do anything to get it. You're in for a long night. But he's never beaten you. Make sure he doesn't change that Tuesday.
Transitional champion? Transition into what? You Lloyd? The top man in the company? You think you can lead the NAPW? Like you lead the nFa? Or The Winner's Circle? Your career, while filled with titles, has been filled with failures as well. And I'm about to add one more to your life. You will not be a three time champion. You will not fulfill your destiny at my expense.
Ravager has something in his hands. We can't quite see what. He walks over to his table, and sets the object down.
You want to take my title because you think it's owed to you. I want to keep this title because I had to fight for a year to get it. I'm owed nothing. I earned this.
Points to the NAPW title belt, in it's place of honor on his mantle.
And if you want it, you'll have to earn it too. You'll have to pay a steep price. Blood. Broken bones. Tears. Effort. But the only thing I think you have are tears. After listening to you and Salty whine in the ring about some itching and my little joke. Damn it man, you have been beaten down in a cage. You've been dropped from a ladder. You've been left covered in ketchup. And yet you whine about being ribbed! It's like you think that's the worst I can do.
chuckles
I've made men bleed using only my bare hands. I've fought off four men and still walked out with my head held high. I brought unspeakable amounts of violence to the NAIT gym, and was still cheered. I tried to run over Promo with my car. I started a riot that is still talked about in hushed tones throughout the wrestling world. The flowers, Lloyd?
That's just me relieving boredom. What do you think I'm going to do when you have my full attention?
Ravager smirks and walks away. The camera focuses on the table. D!'s ENN award for Wrestler of the Year sits on the table. And there's a note taped to it:
He'll be back for this eventually.
Fade to Black.
Well. I seem to have struck a nerve.
Ravager removes his suit jacket. He looks over his walls, which are still covered with pictures of potential future opponents. He scans the mug shots, until he sees on of Lloyd Rees.
It's funny how my pranks never evoke laughter. I don't know why I keep trying. I keep thinking it's what people want to see. But then I remember the biggest cheers I ever got.
Making Plague bleed.
Dropping D! headfirst onto the NAPW title.
Dropping an elbow on Static from the bleachers.
Folding up Joey Malone like a lawn chair.
I'm not here to be a comedian. I'm not a funny, or overly emotional guy. I'm a wrestler. More important, I'm a fighter. And I'm the best at what I do. Not just because of my physical skills. But my mental ones. Like getting into your opponent's head before the match. Win some battles before the bell even rings, and your job is that much easier. And I need all the breaks I can get. Because despite appearances, your a threat. One that I can't, and never will, discount.
Ravager adds a note to the picture of Rees:
Angry men make mistakes. But they also fight harder. You have what he wants. And he'll do anything to get it. You're in for a long night. But he's never beaten you. Make sure he doesn't change that Tuesday.
Transitional champion? Transition into what? You Lloyd? The top man in the company? You think you can lead the NAPW? Like you lead the nFa? Or The Winner's Circle? Your career, while filled with titles, has been filled with failures as well. And I'm about to add one more to your life. You will not be a three time champion. You will not fulfill your destiny at my expense.
Ravager has something in his hands. We can't quite see what. He walks over to his table, and sets the object down.
You want to take my title because you think it's owed to you. I want to keep this title because I had to fight for a year to get it. I'm owed nothing. I earned this.
Points to the NAPW title belt, in it's place of honor on his mantle.
And if you want it, you'll have to earn it too. You'll have to pay a steep price. Blood. Broken bones. Tears. Effort. But the only thing I think you have are tears. After listening to you and Salty whine in the ring about some itching and my little joke. Damn it man, you have been beaten down in a cage. You've been dropped from a ladder. You've been left covered in ketchup. And yet you whine about being ribbed! It's like you think that's the worst I can do.
chuckles
I've made men bleed using only my bare hands. I've fought off four men and still walked out with my head held high. I brought unspeakable amounts of violence to the NAIT gym, and was still cheered. I tried to run over Promo with my car. I started a riot that is still talked about in hushed tones throughout the wrestling world. The flowers, Lloyd?
That's just me relieving boredom. What do you think I'm going to do when you have my full attention?
Ravager smirks and walks away. The camera focuses on the table. D!'s ENN award for Wrestler of the Year sits on the table. And there's a note taped to it:
He'll be back for this eventually.
Fade to Black.