Post by Ravager on Apr 12, 2007 14:18:54 GMT -5
Ravager arrives home after his time in Raleigh. Without a shot at the REBEL Pro title. But still the NAPW champion. As he retrieves his bags from his car, he is approached by an NAPW reporter, eager to get a word with the champ...
Ravager: (turning for a confrontation) Damn it Josh... The hell?
Little seen NAPW backstage interviewer Bob stands a bit timidly, not expecting this outburst.
Bob: Is this a bad time?
Ravager: Where's Josh?
Bob: Flu.
Ravager: (sounding almost disappointed) Oh. What do you want?
Bob: I just wanted your response to Chris casino's comments.
Ravager: I only just got back, so I haven't heard them. But I'll preemptively say that he's full of shit.
Bob: Well..
Ravager: I'm not going to list off my accomplishments to try and impress or intimidate him. Because he knows. he's been watching. He's seen every chance I've gotten. he's noted my failures. He's disregarded my successes. He tries to pass me off as a nobody, yet he's kept track of everything I've done, ignored my challenges, accused me of ducking him. For someone who always says he's not concerned with me, he's sure taken a lot of time to learn everything about me. Though he's seemed to have forgotten who it was that brought Pure Honor to NAPW in the first place. Without me, he wouldn't have the only title he didn't vacate or lose after one defense. On the 17th he finally gets the chance to put up or shut up. And I think we're all praying he'll shut up.
Bob: So you have no sympathy for his current plight?
Ravager: He's got a job. If he needs more cash, Alberta has a lot of employment opportunities. He just needs to humble himself. And if that's a problem for him, I'll be happy to take him down a notch in the ring.
Bob: You're fighting his kind of match though...
Ravager: You have doubts, don't you?
Bob: Well, he's shown in the past...
Ravager: Do I need to go over it again? Rees. Simply Beautiful. Kryenik. All favored to take me out. And they all failed. Once again, I'm being looked past. People are already talking about Casino as the next champ. And I'm okay with that. Let the fans talk. It'll generate interest, ticket sales, and bigger paydays. And it's all the more satisfying after I win to see them all stand in shock after I prove them wrong again. If Chris thinks I'm going to curl into a fetal position because I can't throw a punch, he's in for a long night. I will beat him. I will become a Triple Crown winner. And I will take his title, and leave him with yet one more empty space in his pathetic little life. People think he's hit rock bottom?
Ravager smirks.
Ravager: Not quite. But he's only one Last Resort away. Now, hopefully you'll learn faster than Reynolds not to bother me at home.
Ravager takes his bags and walks off. Bob wisely leaves.
Fade to black.
Ravager: (turning for a confrontation) Damn it Josh... The hell?
Little seen NAPW backstage interviewer Bob stands a bit timidly, not expecting this outburst.
Bob: Is this a bad time?
Ravager: Where's Josh?
Bob: Flu.
Ravager: (sounding almost disappointed) Oh. What do you want?
Bob: I just wanted your response to Chris casino's comments.
Ravager: I only just got back, so I haven't heard them. But I'll preemptively say that he's full of shit.
Bob: Well..
Ravager: I'm not going to list off my accomplishments to try and impress or intimidate him. Because he knows. he's been watching. He's seen every chance I've gotten. he's noted my failures. He's disregarded my successes. He tries to pass me off as a nobody, yet he's kept track of everything I've done, ignored my challenges, accused me of ducking him. For someone who always says he's not concerned with me, he's sure taken a lot of time to learn everything about me. Though he's seemed to have forgotten who it was that brought Pure Honor to NAPW in the first place. Without me, he wouldn't have the only title he didn't vacate or lose after one defense. On the 17th he finally gets the chance to put up or shut up. And I think we're all praying he'll shut up.
Bob: So you have no sympathy for his current plight?
Ravager: He's got a job. If he needs more cash, Alberta has a lot of employment opportunities. He just needs to humble himself. And if that's a problem for him, I'll be happy to take him down a notch in the ring.
Bob: You're fighting his kind of match though...
Ravager: You have doubts, don't you?
Bob: Well, he's shown in the past...
Ravager: Do I need to go over it again? Rees. Simply Beautiful. Kryenik. All favored to take me out. And they all failed. Once again, I'm being looked past. People are already talking about Casino as the next champ. And I'm okay with that. Let the fans talk. It'll generate interest, ticket sales, and bigger paydays. And it's all the more satisfying after I win to see them all stand in shock after I prove them wrong again. If Chris thinks I'm going to curl into a fetal position because I can't throw a punch, he's in for a long night. I will beat him. I will become a Triple Crown winner. And I will take his title, and leave him with yet one more empty space in his pathetic little life. People think he's hit rock bottom?
Ravager smirks.
Ravager: Not quite. But he's only one Last Resort away. Now, hopefully you'll learn faster than Reynolds not to bother me at home.
Ravager takes his bags and walks off. Bob wisely leaves.
Fade to black.