Post by Ravager on Dec 16, 2005 20:13:42 GMT -5
Ravager walks out of the police station, followed by an officer.
Officer: I'm not going to tell you again. Stay out of trouble! Sooner or later someone is not going to accept your money for damages and actually press charges.
Ravager: I can't promise I'll try. I'll probably be back here after Monday Night Fights anyways.
Ravager walks away from the station The camera follows him down the street.
So Trapier. You talk about The Minstrel's focus. How my fighting drunks doesn't make me tough. You laugh off his destruction of my apartment. You say my anger will work against me.
Firstly, I'll have you know that none of those bouncers were drunk. They all put up a good fight, and lost. Horribly.
Second, you think I lack focus? You think my anger works against me? My whole life has been about focus. On my ambitions. On overcoming obstacles. On revenge. On success. And I always achieve my goals. This Monday, my goal is to retain the Provincial Championship. And to have Minstrel's blood coat my hands. Trust me, I will hit every target I set.
As for my anger working against me... Let me ask you something.... when have you ever seen me happy, jackass? I was born angry. I was raised angry. I've been angry ever since I arrived here. All my opponents, Moose Miller, Static, Bill Fleming, Lobo, Misery, Mirage. They ALL made me angry. And they all paid the price for it. Minstrel? You make me angry because you violated my privacy and tried to maim me. Technique? You challenged me for my title. It doesn't seem like much, but it's enough. Monday, you will see how well I can focus my anger. It's one more night. One more title defense. And one more beating. They thought locking me up for a few hours would cool me off. Joke's on them. If I didn't crack someone on the skull once in a while, the carnage I'd release in the ring would be on a scale never seen in this province. I've had time to dwell on the past few days. I've had time to brood over what's been taken from me. I've had time to carefully consider every jab taken at me. Monday Night. All Hell's a comin' to NAPW. Minstrel. Technique.
Make your Peace with God.
Ravager walks on down the street, passing the camera and hurrying off into the night.
Officer: I'm not going to tell you again. Stay out of trouble! Sooner or later someone is not going to accept your money for damages and actually press charges.
Ravager: I can't promise I'll try. I'll probably be back here after Monday Night Fights anyways.
Ravager walks away from the station The camera follows him down the street.
So Trapier. You talk about The Minstrel's focus. How my fighting drunks doesn't make me tough. You laugh off his destruction of my apartment. You say my anger will work against me.
Firstly, I'll have you know that none of those bouncers were drunk. They all put up a good fight, and lost. Horribly.
Second, you think I lack focus? You think my anger works against me? My whole life has been about focus. On my ambitions. On overcoming obstacles. On revenge. On success. And I always achieve my goals. This Monday, my goal is to retain the Provincial Championship. And to have Minstrel's blood coat my hands. Trust me, I will hit every target I set.
As for my anger working against me... Let me ask you something.... when have you ever seen me happy, jackass? I was born angry. I was raised angry. I've been angry ever since I arrived here. All my opponents, Moose Miller, Static, Bill Fleming, Lobo, Misery, Mirage. They ALL made me angry. And they all paid the price for it. Minstrel? You make me angry because you violated my privacy and tried to maim me. Technique? You challenged me for my title. It doesn't seem like much, but it's enough. Monday, you will see how well I can focus my anger. It's one more night. One more title defense. And one more beating. They thought locking me up for a few hours would cool me off. Joke's on them. If I didn't crack someone on the skull once in a while, the carnage I'd release in the ring would be on a scale never seen in this province. I've had time to dwell on the past few days. I've had time to brood over what's been taken from me. I've had time to carefully consider every jab taken at me. Monday Night. All Hell's a comin' to NAPW. Minstrel. Technique.
Make your Peace with God.
Ravager walks on down the street, passing the camera and hurrying off into the night.