Post by Ravager on Apr 19, 2007 16:21:49 GMT -5
Do I think you're fat Chrissy? Naw. But I think you need to lose that Pure Honor title that's around your waist. The added weight is giving you delusions of adequacy as a wrestler. Much less a champion. The only thing that saved you Tuesday night was a three count. I made one mistake. Won't happen again. Because next time?
I'm going to choke the (BLEEP)in' life out of you before you even hit the mat...
Ravager is packing bags. One for the match in Calgary. Then another for a trip to Las Vegas for a TEAM show. To say the champ is a bit perturbed right now is a bit of an understatement.
It was pointed out to me that I have now defended the NAPW title more times than any previous champion. More than Rex. More than Cartwright. More than Rees. More than D! That should make me feel good. But the only thing that is going through my head is the three count. My shoulders on the mat. Casino, lifeless. Tapping out. But he has raised some doubts about my reign. Now we can argue about who actually defeated who for months. It already feels like a month's passed, but that may be because I had to listen to Casino talk today. All that matters is we both still have title belts. It was a draw. The fans weren't happy about it. And who can blame them? They deserved better. They deserved to see one man stand victorious. They deserved to see Chris Casino left laying in the middle of the ring. Title-less. Broken. Humbled. But they didn't get that. Luckily Rex showed more sense as a commissioner than he sometimes did as a wrestler. He gave everybody what they wanted. A rematch. You say you're ready for this, Chrissy. Hope you're not all talk. ... Wait, we already know you're all talk. Let me rephrase that. Hope you're not lying to yourself. ... Nope, considering some of the things you've convinced yourself to be true, can't say that either. ... I got it!
Hope you've made your peace with God. Because there'll be no mercy for you this Tuesday night. From the opening bell to your inevitable submission, I will strike down on you with a year's worth of fury and frustration, made all the more powerful by the way our match ended last week. You thought I was mad before? You haven't seen a damn thing.
Ravager calms down for a second. He smirks at the camera.
So they found Havok. That must make you feel good. Some would say that would be a weight of your mind. But now you got all these new questions. And I feel for you. A little bit. I hope Havok hasn't blown all your money down in Mexico. Hope you can afford a good lawyer with what money you have. Hope you can get some piece of mind. Because that is all you're ever going to have. You think things are bad for you now? The crap apartment? The betrayals? Being "stranded" in Canada? You know so little of pain, Chris. What hardships you've faced so far in your life of privilege? They pale in comparison to what you're getting Tuesday night.
You thought you got all I had?
Ravager chuckles.
There was a point where I thought I had given all I had. After the elbow drop. My chest caving in. The ref counting me out. I could feel it Chris. The pain. All the air driven out of me. I thought I was done. You had taken some of my best moves, but you persevered like the little cockroach you are. So I started to make peace with the fact that my title reign was about to come to an end.
That shit train of thought lasted about three seconds.
Because then I thought about you as NAPW champion. Granted, there wasn't a whole lot to think about, I mean, one successful defense, and a lot of talk. Not the legacy you've set for yourself in that tiny mind of yours. But the damage you did. The mockery you've made of the Pure Honor title. I couldn't let you win Chris. So I got up. Every muscle, joint, nerve, and bone screamed for me to stop. But I got back in the ring. And got suplexed to the mat. But I kicked out again. And then?
I found a move I didn't know I had. I mean, I've seen it done. It was hard for me not to root for Tazz, being a fellow Brooklyn boy. But I had never used that move before. Was it desperation? Instinct? Who knows. All I know is:
It was effective. And it could be effective again. As could any other move. You see, Chris, I'm not going to limit myself to the "top five" list they have for me on NAPW.com. I got the tapes. I'm looking for new toys for the sandbox. I'm looking for more ways to make you tap out Chris. More ways to drive your head and neck into the mat. More ways to make you bleed. Evolve or die. I know what you want me to do Chris. I got other plans.
Soon Chris. It will all be over. One way or another. Screw business. This is the most personal it's been in a while.
But I have a feeling Karma's gonna catch up with you pretty quick.
Ravager smirks and goes back to packing.
I'm going to choke the (BLEEP)in' life out of you before you even hit the mat...
Ravager is packing bags. One for the match in Calgary. Then another for a trip to Las Vegas for a TEAM show. To say the champ is a bit perturbed right now is a bit of an understatement.
It was pointed out to me that I have now defended the NAPW title more times than any previous champion. More than Rex. More than Cartwright. More than Rees. More than D! That should make me feel good. But the only thing that is going through my head is the three count. My shoulders on the mat. Casino, lifeless. Tapping out. But he has raised some doubts about my reign. Now we can argue about who actually defeated who for months. It already feels like a month's passed, but that may be because I had to listen to Casino talk today. All that matters is we both still have title belts. It was a draw. The fans weren't happy about it. And who can blame them? They deserved better. They deserved to see one man stand victorious. They deserved to see Chris Casino left laying in the middle of the ring. Title-less. Broken. Humbled. But they didn't get that. Luckily Rex showed more sense as a commissioner than he sometimes did as a wrestler. He gave everybody what they wanted. A rematch. You say you're ready for this, Chrissy. Hope you're not all talk. ... Wait, we already know you're all talk. Let me rephrase that. Hope you're not lying to yourself. ... Nope, considering some of the things you've convinced yourself to be true, can't say that either. ... I got it!
Hope you've made your peace with God. Because there'll be no mercy for you this Tuesday night. From the opening bell to your inevitable submission, I will strike down on you with a year's worth of fury and frustration, made all the more powerful by the way our match ended last week. You thought I was mad before? You haven't seen a damn thing.
Ravager calms down for a second. He smirks at the camera.
So they found Havok. That must make you feel good. Some would say that would be a weight of your mind. But now you got all these new questions. And I feel for you. A little bit. I hope Havok hasn't blown all your money down in Mexico. Hope you can afford a good lawyer with what money you have. Hope you can get some piece of mind. Because that is all you're ever going to have. You think things are bad for you now? The crap apartment? The betrayals? Being "stranded" in Canada? You know so little of pain, Chris. What hardships you've faced so far in your life of privilege? They pale in comparison to what you're getting Tuesday night.
You thought you got all I had?
Ravager chuckles.
There was a point where I thought I had given all I had. After the elbow drop. My chest caving in. The ref counting me out. I could feel it Chris. The pain. All the air driven out of me. I thought I was done. You had taken some of my best moves, but you persevered like the little cockroach you are. So I started to make peace with the fact that my title reign was about to come to an end.
That shit train of thought lasted about three seconds.
Because then I thought about you as NAPW champion. Granted, there wasn't a whole lot to think about, I mean, one successful defense, and a lot of talk. Not the legacy you've set for yourself in that tiny mind of yours. But the damage you did. The mockery you've made of the Pure Honor title. I couldn't let you win Chris. So I got up. Every muscle, joint, nerve, and bone screamed for me to stop. But I got back in the ring. And got suplexed to the mat. But I kicked out again. And then?
I found a move I didn't know I had. I mean, I've seen it done. It was hard for me not to root for Tazz, being a fellow Brooklyn boy. But I had never used that move before. Was it desperation? Instinct? Who knows. All I know is:
It was effective. And it could be effective again. As could any other move. You see, Chris, I'm not going to limit myself to the "top five" list they have for me on NAPW.com. I got the tapes. I'm looking for new toys for the sandbox. I'm looking for more ways to make you tap out Chris. More ways to drive your head and neck into the mat. More ways to make you bleed. Evolve or die. I know what you want me to do Chris. I got other plans.
Soon Chris. It will all be over. One way or another. Screw business. This is the most personal it's been in a while.
But I have a feeling Karma's gonna catch up with you pretty quick.
Ravager smirks and goes back to packing.