Post by Ravager on Dec 17, 2005 15:10:01 GMT -5
Ravager is walking through West Edmonton Mall. He hasn't shaved in a few days, but he seems calmer than he's been in a while, despite the fact he's smack in the middle of busy shoppers. He finds an empty bench and sits down.
Look at them all. The only care they have right now is getting the best gift at the best price. Meanwhile I'm trying to replace everything that was damaged in my apartment.
Ravager is accidentally smacked in the head with a passing shopper's bag.
Minstrel. This Monday. Bring your little magic tricks. Laugh all you want. Because for the last week you've been attacking me from a distance, or challenging me when you know I'm not in the building. But on Monday night, we meet face to face. And despite what your friend Mr. Trapier thinks, I don't make mistakes when I'm angry.
He's smacked yet again by another person's bag.
Anger helps me focus. It's my natural state. Happiness is a luxury that I've denied myself for as long as I've been a wrestler. The title? Doesn't make me happy. It makes me wealthy. It makes other people jealous. So jealous that they play mind games with me. Hoping that'll rattle me enough to make mistakes. But instead I get angrier. And that's when people get hurt.
Yet another bag smacks Ravager in the head. This time Ravager grabs the bag, only to see a frightened teenage girl.
Ravager: (coldly) Please watch where you're going.
Girl: Sorry.
Ravager: (letting go of the bag) Merry Christmas.
Girl runs off.
And Technique. As you just saw, I'm not without some degree of understanding. You haven't done anything wrong by me. As long as you don't get in my way Monday Night, you'll walk out of the ring and onto a successful career. But if you cost me my title...
Ravager stops. Smirks.
Well, you've all seen how well I handle loss. (chuckles) See you Monday.
Ravager gets up, and walks away, blending in with the massive crowd.
Look at them all. The only care they have right now is getting the best gift at the best price. Meanwhile I'm trying to replace everything that was damaged in my apartment.
Ravager is accidentally smacked in the head with a passing shopper's bag.
Minstrel. This Monday. Bring your little magic tricks. Laugh all you want. Because for the last week you've been attacking me from a distance, or challenging me when you know I'm not in the building. But on Monday night, we meet face to face. And despite what your friend Mr. Trapier thinks, I don't make mistakes when I'm angry.
He's smacked yet again by another person's bag.
Anger helps me focus. It's my natural state. Happiness is a luxury that I've denied myself for as long as I've been a wrestler. The title? Doesn't make me happy. It makes me wealthy. It makes other people jealous. So jealous that they play mind games with me. Hoping that'll rattle me enough to make mistakes. But instead I get angrier. And that's when people get hurt.
Yet another bag smacks Ravager in the head. This time Ravager grabs the bag, only to see a frightened teenage girl.
Ravager: (coldly) Please watch where you're going.
Girl: Sorry.
Ravager: (letting go of the bag) Merry Christmas.
Girl runs off.
And Technique. As you just saw, I'm not without some degree of understanding. You haven't done anything wrong by me. As long as you don't get in my way Monday Night, you'll walk out of the ring and onto a successful career. But if you cost me my title...
Ravager stops. Smirks.
Well, you've all seen how well I handle loss. (chuckles) See you Monday.
Ravager gets up, and walks away, blending in with the massive crowd.