Post by Ravager on Dec 15, 2005 15:57:26 GMT -5
It is right after Action! We have a close cropped shot of Ravager. He is in a sports bar, sipping a ginger ale.
Ravager: You know, many people have been asking me if I'm all right. They're worried that I might be losing control. I just want to assure everyone that I am fine. It's been a stressful few weeks. Between my heavy concentration on the defense of my title, to the home invasion I experienced a few days ago, I've had a lot on my mind. I may have over reacted to things that I should have just let go. Which is why I came here. One, to relax a bit. And two, to watch Action, seeing as my TV has been destroyed.
Ravager looks like he might lose it for a second, but regains control.
Ravager: But I wanted to get a closer look at my opponent for Monday. And I must say Technique put on quite a show. I want to assure Technique that our match Monday will be a hard fought, sportsmanlike affair... And then the Minstrel showed up. Apparently he's upset that he didn't get a title shot. Minstrel, I don't know much about you. Aside from the fact that you wear a mask... (muttering) another f***ing mask... but now you've been added to the mix this Monday. And I'm okay with that. You've proven to be a fine competitor. I object to some of the things you've done lately... such as trying to drop heavy objects on me and trashing my apartment. I'll confess I got a little angry when I saw you on the TV. You have to admit I have the right to be annoyed. I mean, I am living out of a suitcase thanks to your mind games!
Ravager calms himself.
Ravager: But know that this Monday will be an exercise in fair play and civility the likes have which have never been seen in the NAPW.
The Camera pulls back to show that the bar has been trashed. Tables are overturned, glasses smashed. Three bouncers are unconscious on the floor, while the remaining staff are hiding wherever they can.
Ravager: Or maybe I'm going to release all my aggression on you two. I haven't decided yet. I'll see where the mood takes me.
Ravager finishes his drink.
Ravager: Can I get another ginger ale please?
Bartender: ( from his hiding place under the bar. He is weeping) Please just go!
Ravager: First you won't change the channel, and now you won't give me a drink! Where is the Christmas spirit in this town?
Ravager pulls out a large wad of bills and drops them on the bar.
Ravager: That should cover the mess. Let's not get the authorities involved shall we? I kinda made a promise to behave, and I think this would break it.
Ravager exits the bar. He goes through the front entrance. The glass has been shattered, and we see a fourth bouncer writhing on the sidewalk. Ravager steps over him.
Ravager: Merry Christmas. And next time don't touch me without asking first.
Ravager walks off into the night.
Ravager: You know, many people have been asking me if I'm all right. They're worried that I might be losing control. I just want to assure everyone that I am fine. It's been a stressful few weeks. Between my heavy concentration on the defense of my title, to the home invasion I experienced a few days ago, I've had a lot on my mind. I may have over reacted to things that I should have just let go. Which is why I came here. One, to relax a bit. And two, to watch Action, seeing as my TV has been destroyed.
Ravager looks like he might lose it for a second, but regains control.
Ravager: But I wanted to get a closer look at my opponent for Monday. And I must say Technique put on quite a show. I want to assure Technique that our match Monday will be a hard fought, sportsmanlike affair... And then the Minstrel showed up. Apparently he's upset that he didn't get a title shot. Minstrel, I don't know much about you. Aside from the fact that you wear a mask... (muttering) another f***ing mask... but now you've been added to the mix this Monday. And I'm okay with that. You've proven to be a fine competitor. I object to some of the things you've done lately... such as trying to drop heavy objects on me and trashing my apartment. I'll confess I got a little angry when I saw you on the TV. You have to admit I have the right to be annoyed. I mean, I am living out of a suitcase thanks to your mind games!
Ravager calms himself.
Ravager: But know that this Monday will be an exercise in fair play and civility the likes have which have never been seen in the NAPW.
The Camera pulls back to show that the bar has been trashed. Tables are overturned, glasses smashed. Three bouncers are unconscious on the floor, while the remaining staff are hiding wherever they can.
Ravager: Or maybe I'm going to release all my aggression on you two. I haven't decided yet. I'll see where the mood takes me.
Ravager finishes his drink.
Ravager: Can I get another ginger ale please?
Bartender: ( from his hiding place under the bar. He is weeping) Please just go!
Ravager: First you won't change the channel, and now you won't give me a drink! Where is the Christmas spirit in this town?
Ravager pulls out a large wad of bills and drops them on the bar.
Ravager: That should cover the mess. Let's not get the authorities involved shall we? I kinda made a promise to behave, and I think this would break it.
Ravager exits the bar. He goes through the front entrance. The glass has been shattered, and we see a fourth bouncer writhing on the sidewalk. Ravager steps over him.
Ravager: Merry Christmas. And next time don't touch me without asking first.
Ravager walks off into the night.