Post by Ravager on Apr 21, 2007 13:44:01 GMT -5
Hey Chrissy, if you need help with the whole "stick a branding iron in your ear" thing, let me know. Even if you don't need help, I'll be there.
Ravager is on a plane, coming back from Las Vegas. (why? Check out the TEAM forums...)
Games. It's always a game, isn't it?
This ... thing we've got going Chris. It's all a game to you? One you think you've got figured out. No rules this Tuesday. That should work in your favor.
You figure that Rex wants to face you, REBEL title for NAPW title. Given the past between Rex and I, I can see why you'd think he has it in for me. And why he'd do something to take the title off me.
You say that everything is going to plan. The draw. The Untouchables breaking up. The whole saga with your little whore wife. One thing though...
A few months ago, when you first came out with your little sob story about how you lost everything? I seem to recall accusing you of being full of shit. You got all huffy, saying that "of course Ravager would say that" and you'd pout, then go about your business of turning the Pure honor title into the biggest joke in wrestling, right after you claiming to be the best this business has to offer. And now you toast with your "wife" about how "I believe every word you say"?...
Ravager chuckles.
Stay off the pipe son. That shit is rotting your brain.
From the moment you walked through the curtains at the first Black Thursday, I, and most of the wrestling world, knew that every word you spouted was complete, utter crap. You have talent, no doubt about it. But without the aid of a small army of easily brainwashed pawns; without your ever more creative bending or breaking of the rules; without your little aura you've managed to create for yourself? All you are is a small, scared little man. One who ran from me for so long. One who got backed into a corner last week and barely escaped with his life. One who is back in the same corner this coming Tuesday. One who won't get the same opportunity for escape. One who can talk all he wants. Because talk won't stop me. It won't scare me. It won't fool me. And it won't take the NAPW title from me. Your record of taking people out is impressive. Cartwright. Bickle. Both never the same after facing you. Granted, Krenshov and Castle did most of the heavy lifting in that. You took the glory. You were the first to take down D! Again, impressive. Though it took the help of Terry Brandon and New and Improved D-X to help. But you still got some glory. But there'll be no more glory for you Chrissy. Not at my expense. You'll have to get the belt using your wrestling talent. Which should get you the advantage for about ... five minutes.
Seriously Chris. I've seen what happens when left to your own devices. You don't have Cartwright to carry you as Tag champ anymore. You don't have the Rat Pack. Or The Untouchables. Without a group to lead, you're just... adequate. Nothing special. You got a nice little win over KKP when you were Provincial champ, but...
Seriously, you talk about the possibility of people running in to help you out this week? WHO? Who would join up with a man whose grand alliances always end with people being fired or suspended?
D-X? You fired them, and they went on to more glory than you could ever hope for.
Cartwright? Sure, you ditched him. He held the NAPW title longer than you could ever did or will.
Castle? Gone. Too bad you didn't have your lawyers to help there.
Krenshov? Gone. Even if that fan was being a douche.
Devastation? Faded into the good night.
You're the kiss of death for stables Chris. A black hole that sucks in all the promising talent around it, never to be seen again. You want to recreate the Horsemen, when you can barely reach the glory of the Bodydonnas. Do really think you can trick anyone else into hitching on to your express train to mediocrity?
Ravager takes a moment to compose himself.
Lashing out. Got to watch that. All I do is give Casino more to work with. He pumps up his ego, gets on my nerves, and I make a mistake. He has learned well from watching me. But that doesn't mean I haven't been watching him. Learning about him. And you saw how well I learned, didn't you Chris? The only thing that saved you last week was desperation. You used your legs to push yourself on top of me. Didn't break the hold. Hell, you couldn't break it on your best day. But it got you the pin. So To avoid that in the future? Maybe I'll have to take your legs out first. Or maybe I'll drop you on your head a few times. Cloud your mind, making it harder for you to come up with a way to cheat. While you're fumbling around, trying to decide if a roll of quarters or a pair of brass knucks would be best, I'll go to my Last Resort, and fold you up like a lawn chair. Maybe I'll crash my palm into your throat. Because if you can't talk, you have nothing else. Seriously, that quick wit is your greatest weapon. Sure as hell isn't your elbow drop.
I have options at my disposal Chris. I have a lot of rage. And I have more to prove. You raise doubts, I'll keep erasing them. Business as usual. The NAPW will be stronger once I beat you. The titles will be on the most deserving wrestlers. And the face of the NAPW won't be an egotistical jackass with delusions of grandeur. It'll be the White Collar Assassin. The All Business Ass Kicker. The Last Resort.
And no game you play will change that Chrissy. Bank on it.
Fade to Black.
Ravager is on a plane, coming back from Las Vegas. (why? Check out the TEAM forums...)
Games. It's always a game, isn't it?
This ... thing we've got going Chris. It's all a game to you? One you think you've got figured out. No rules this Tuesday. That should work in your favor.
You figure that Rex wants to face you, REBEL title for NAPW title. Given the past between Rex and I, I can see why you'd think he has it in for me. And why he'd do something to take the title off me.
You say that everything is going to plan. The draw. The Untouchables breaking up. The whole saga with your little whore wife. One thing though...
A few months ago, when you first came out with your little sob story about how you lost everything? I seem to recall accusing you of being full of shit. You got all huffy, saying that "of course Ravager would say that" and you'd pout, then go about your business of turning the Pure honor title into the biggest joke in wrestling, right after you claiming to be the best this business has to offer. And now you toast with your "wife" about how "I believe every word you say"?...
Ravager chuckles.
Stay off the pipe son. That shit is rotting your brain.
From the moment you walked through the curtains at the first Black Thursday, I, and most of the wrestling world, knew that every word you spouted was complete, utter crap. You have talent, no doubt about it. But without the aid of a small army of easily brainwashed pawns; without your ever more creative bending or breaking of the rules; without your little aura you've managed to create for yourself? All you are is a small, scared little man. One who ran from me for so long. One who got backed into a corner last week and barely escaped with his life. One who is back in the same corner this coming Tuesday. One who won't get the same opportunity for escape. One who can talk all he wants. Because talk won't stop me. It won't scare me. It won't fool me. And it won't take the NAPW title from me. Your record of taking people out is impressive. Cartwright. Bickle. Both never the same after facing you. Granted, Krenshov and Castle did most of the heavy lifting in that. You took the glory. You were the first to take down D! Again, impressive. Though it took the help of Terry Brandon and New and Improved D-X to help. But you still got some glory. But there'll be no more glory for you Chrissy. Not at my expense. You'll have to get the belt using your wrestling talent. Which should get you the advantage for about ... five minutes.
Seriously Chris. I've seen what happens when left to your own devices. You don't have Cartwright to carry you as Tag champ anymore. You don't have the Rat Pack. Or The Untouchables. Without a group to lead, you're just... adequate. Nothing special. You got a nice little win over KKP when you were Provincial champ, but...
Seriously, you talk about the possibility of people running in to help you out this week? WHO? Who would join up with a man whose grand alliances always end with people being fired or suspended?
D-X? You fired them, and they went on to more glory than you could ever hope for.
Cartwright? Sure, you ditched him. He held the NAPW title longer than you could ever did or will.
Castle? Gone. Too bad you didn't have your lawyers to help there.
Krenshov? Gone. Even if that fan was being a douche.
Devastation? Faded into the good night.
You're the kiss of death for stables Chris. A black hole that sucks in all the promising talent around it, never to be seen again. You want to recreate the Horsemen, when you can barely reach the glory of the Bodydonnas. Do really think you can trick anyone else into hitching on to your express train to mediocrity?
Ravager takes a moment to compose himself.
Lashing out. Got to watch that. All I do is give Casino more to work with. He pumps up his ego, gets on my nerves, and I make a mistake. He has learned well from watching me. But that doesn't mean I haven't been watching him. Learning about him. And you saw how well I learned, didn't you Chris? The only thing that saved you last week was desperation. You used your legs to push yourself on top of me. Didn't break the hold. Hell, you couldn't break it on your best day. But it got you the pin. So To avoid that in the future? Maybe I'll have to take your legs out first. Or maybe I'll drop you on your head a few times. Cloud your mind, making it harder for you to come up with a way to cheat. While you're fumbling around, trying to decide if a roll of quarters or a pair of brass knucks would be best, I'll go to my Last Resort, and fold you up like a lawn chair. Maybe I'll crash my palm into your throat. Because if you can't talk, you have nothing else. Seriously, that quick wit is your greatest weapon. Sure as hell isn't your elbow drop.
I have options at my disposal Chris. I have a lot of rage. And I have more to prove. You raise doubts, I'll keep erasing them. Business as usual. The NAPW will be stronger once I beat you. The titles will be on the most deserving wrestlers. And the face of the NAPW won't be an egotistical jackass with delusions of grandeur. It'll be the White Collar Assassin. The All Business Ass Kicker. The Last Resort.
And no game you play will change that Chrissy. Bank on it.
Fade to Black.