Post by Ravager on Apr 14, 2007 15:53:14 GMT -5
Ravager as he makes his way to the gym for a workout.
So I bore him to tears? (chuckles) If my words do that, what's going to happen when I drop him on his head a few times? Will the floodgates open? Will the people in Polish Hall drown. I mean, Casino's good at one thing. Crying and complaining. He never got his NAPW title rematch. Maybe if he hadn't lost the tournament he set up, he would have gotten his shot. Maybe if he didn't go on extended leaves every few months, he'd get his shot. Maybe if he showed an ounce of respect for this business, he'd get a shot. because all you ever seem to be concerned about Casino is yourself. Or setting up a group to take over. The Rat Pack. The Untouchables. You worked with Devastation. Maybe if you focused on wrestling you'd find yourself at the top.
But wait, you say. You're the Pure Honor champion. You've defended it six times, an NAPW record. Too bad you've only got two pinfall wins in there. You've needed help. You've needed to cheat. You've needed the referee to count people out or DQ your opponent. You haven't won a damn thing on your own. Why do you think we're unifying the titles? Because your reign is a joke, and the NAPW hopes to erase any memory of your title reign. And they're looking to me to get it done. And I'll be more than happy to wipe you from history. There'll be talk of the man who beat D! for the title way back when. A rich, arrogant punk who would make noise then disappear. But you'll be a myth, an urban legend. A bedtime story trainers tell young athletes:
"When you make it to the big time, don't be a douche bag like this guy was".
Forget your little soap opera you got going on right now. It won't help you when you face me. I won't pity you. I already hate you enough, you don't need to give me any more reason. I've had a year to imagine what it'll be like to hear your joints rip. The crack of bone. The mad tapping on the mat as you finally realize you can't take any more of my onslaught. This Tuesday will be an early Christmas present for me. I get to silence Chris Casino forever. I get to take one more thing from his empty life. I get to prove myself as the best in the NAPW. Again. Talk all you want Chrissy, but it won't change the outcome on the 17th.
Ravager will add one more name to the list. One more victim of my Path of rage. One step closer to being the most dominant NAPW champion ever.
Start making excuses now Chris. Because I know you'll never call me the better man. And I know that this loss will sting worse than any other. So I hope you're prepared. And I hope you'll have something more original than:
"Ravager got lucky".
Because luck? That can only take you so far. Skill is what got me here. And skill is what'll take you down when I beat you in your match.
See you soon Chris.
Ravager walks into the gym as we fade to black.
So I bore him to tears? (chuckles) If my words do that, what's going to happen when I drop him on his head a few times? Will the floodgates open? Will the people in Polish Hall drown. I mean, Casino's good at one thing. Crying and complaining. He never got his NAPW title rematch. Maybe if he hadn't lost the tournament he set up, he would have gotten his shot. Maybe if he didn't go on extended leaves every few months, he'd get his shot. Maybe if he showed an ounce of respect for this business, he'd get a shot. because all you ever seem to be concerned about Casino is yourself. Or setting up a group to take over. The Rat Pack. The Untouchables. You worked with Devastation. Maybe if you focused on wrestling you'd find yourself at the top.
But wait, you say. You're the Pure Honor champion. You've defended it six times, an NAPW record. Too bad you've only got two pinfall wins in there. You've needed help. You've needed to cheat. You've needed the referee to count people out or DQ your opponent. You haven't won a damn thing on your own. Why do you think we're unifying the titles? Because your reign is a joke, and the NAPW hopes to erase any memory of your title reign. And they're looking to me to get it done. And I'll be more than happy to wipe you from history. There'll be talk of the man who beat D! for the title way back when. A rich, arrogant punk who would make noise then disappear. But you'll be a myth, an urban legend. A bedtime story trainers tell young athletes:
"When you make it to the big time, don't be a douche bag like this guy was".
Forget your little soap opera you got going on right now. It won't help you when you face me. I won't pity you. I already hate you enough, you don't need to give me any more reason. I've had a year to imagine what it'll be like to hear your joints rip. The crack of bone. The mad tapping on the mat as you finally realize you can't take any more of my onslaught. This Tuesday will be an early Christmas present for me. I get to silence Chris Casino forever. I get to take one more thing from his empty life. I get to prove myself as the best in the NAPW. Again. Talk all you want Chrissy, but it won't change the outcome on the 17th.
Ravager will add one more name to the list. One more victim of my Path of rage. One step closer to being the most dominant NAPW champion ever.
Start making excuses now Chris. Because I know you'll never call me the better man. And I know that this loss will sting worse than any other. So I hope you're prepared. And I hope you'll have something more original than:
"Ravager got lucky".
Because luck? That can only take you so far. Skill is what got me here. And skill is what'll take you down when I beat you in your match.
See you soon Chris.
Ravager walks into the gym as we fade to black.