Post by Ravager on Apr 15, 2007 19:00:44 GMT -5
"If delusions were pizza, Chris Casino would be delicious..."
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Ravager's apartment. A few hours before his title match with Chris Casino. Ravager is putting the finishing touches on. His suit is immaculate. Just got to get his tie. And finally, the NAPW title belt. The champ is dressed for success.
Something that people fail to realize. The champion doesn't get to pick his opponents. Unless of course they hold a lottery to give a "deserving opponent" a chance. Which explains why Casino's only successful NAPW title defense was against Predator.
Let me repeat... The Predator. And you needed all the help you could get to beat him. How well do you think you'll do against me Chrissy? You really think you can do this on your own? With Pure honor rules? No fists. No weapons. No outside help. Sure, you've found your way around rules before. But I've made a living out of doing the same thing. Creative sportsmanship. Got to love it. Just like I'm going to love knocking you down and out on Tuesday. To end the whining and complaining. The distorted history. To end it all. I listened to your rant Chrissy. Well most of it. I kind of fazed out for a bit. Then I turned off the volume on the TV and put some music on. Kind of hoped the lyrics would sync up with your motions in some way. Didn't happen. Kind of came close with "Yellow Submarine" but on second viewing, no. Didn't know what to expect really...
Ravager chuckles.
Focus. Got to keep it. Then again, so do you. You can't risk a disqualification or count out. As Bobby Heenan would always remind his champions: You don't have to beat HIM. He has to beat YOU. You have to take me out Chris. And I don't think you can. You couldn't do it with The Untouchables. You never had the guts to try with The Rat Pack. And in every tag meeting we've had, you've ran like a little bitch. There's nowhere to run now. You keep saying you want me in the ring. Well, now you have me. Try not to screw it up. Because if you blow it after a year of trash talk and screw jobs? You'll look like the biggest choke artist in history, and Joey Malone will be fighting for the belt before you get another chance. So find Havok. Reconcile with your "wife". Get your head in some kind of space for this fight. Ready your excuses. And bring every move you've got to Polish Hall. Even though it still won't be enough. Because I want this more than you ever will. I fought to get my shots. You demanded to get your shots. Actions Chris. Speak so much louder than words ever will. Something I'll make very clear Tuesday night.
First I'll crush your body. Then I'll crush your spirit. And finally? I'll crush each and every one of your dreams. And I'll do it with a smile on my face, and this big gold belt around my waist.
Business is business. But this? This is the most personal it's ever been. Bringing it to this level will be the biggest mistake you ever made Chris. You're going to have to ask yourself after:
Was one year of my life making a mockery of every value this business holds dear; one year of taunts, lies, and sneak attacks:
Was the beating I got worth it? Especially when I come out of it with NOTHING?
Ravager smirks and turns the lights off in his apartment as he leaves. We focus in on one of the many pictures Ravager has in his apartment of potential opponents. It's Chris Casino. And it has a simple note written on it:
END HIM TUESDAY.
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Ravager's apartment. A few hours before his title match with Chris Casino. Ravager is putting the finishing touches on. His suit is immaculate. Just got to get his tie. And finally, the NAPW title belt. The champ is dressed for success.
Something that people fail to realize. The champion doesn't get to pick his opponents. Unless of course they hold a lottery to give a "deserving opponent" a chance. Which explains why Casino's only successful NAPW title defense was against Predator.
Let me repeat... The Predator. And you needed all the help you could get to beat him. How well do you think you'll do against me Chrissy? You really think you can do this on your own? With Pure honor rules? No fists. No weapons. No outside help. Sure, you've found your way around rules before. But I've made a living out of doing the same thing. Creative sportsmanship. Got to love it. Just like I'm going to love knocking you down and out on Tuesday. To end the whining and complaining. The distorted history. To end it all. I listened to your rant Chrissy. Well most of it. I kind of fazed out for a bit. Then I turned off the volume on the TV and put some music on. Kind of hoped the lyrics would sync up with your motions in some way. Didn't happen. Kind of came close with "Yellow Submarine" but on second viewing, no. Didn't know what to expect really...
Ravager chuckles.
Focus. Got to keep it. Then again, so do you. You can't risk a disqualification or count out. As Bobby Heenan would always remind his champions: You don't have to beat HIM. He has to beat YOU. You have to take me out Chris. And I don't think you can. You couldn't do it with The Untouchables. You never had the guts to try with The Rat Pack. And in every tag meeting we've had, you've ran like a little bitch. There's nowhere to run now. You keep saying you want me in the ring. Well, now you have me. Try not to screw it up. Because if you blow it after a year of trash talk and screw jobs? You'll look like the biggest choke artist in history, and Joey Malone will be fighting for the belt before you get another chance. So find Havok. Reconcile with your "wife". Get your head in some kind of space for this fight. Ready your excuses. And bring every move you've got to Polish Hall. Even though it still won't be enough. Because I want this more than you ever will. I fought to get my shots. You demanded to get your shots. Actions Chris. Speak so much louder than words ever will. Something I'll make very clear Tuesday night.
First I'll crush your body. Then I'll crush your spirit. And finally? I'll crush each and every one of your dreams. And I'll do it with a smile on my face, and this big gold belt around my waist.
Business is business. But this? This is the most personal it's ever been. Bringing it to this level will be the biggest mistake you ever made Chris. You're going to have to ask yourself after:
Was one year of my life making a mockery of every value this business holds dear; one year of taunts, lies, and sneak attacks:
Was the beating I got worth it? Especially when I come out of it with NOTHING?
Ravager smirks and turns the lights off in his apartment as he leaves. We focus in on one of the many pictures Ravager has in his apartment of potential opponents. It's Chris Casino. And it has a simple note written on it:
END HIM TUESDAY.
Fade To Black