Post by Ravager on Apr 22, 2007 16:06:42 GMT -5
Need help spelling any other words Chrissy? No. Good. Go play with your Baby Einstein or watch The Backyardigans or throw a tantrum about something. It's time for the adults to talk.
Ravager on the road. Again. He's not driving this time. He's traveling with someone (we can't see whom; but the voice is familiar...). So he's free to talk.
Voice: So it would be redundant to say the odds aren't in your favor tomorrow...
Ravager: Are they ever?
Voice: Casino is offering a title shot to anyone who'll help him...
Ravager: And if he had the authority to grant title matches, I'd be worried. But it's up to Rex and the NAPW officials. Besides, Simply Beautiful is next in line, for winning Sole Survivor. And Bruce Richards has his Battle Bowl ring. He can call for a shot when he feels like it. So even if Casino wants things to play out in his favor, there are still factors he has to take into account. Plus, suppose the whole locker room comes out. They beat me bloody. Casino gets the cheap pin (the only kind he ever gets). What's he going to do? Hold another lottery? What name do you think he'll pull? Joey Malone? Wayne Wright? There's nothing to gain by helping Casino. Once he has what he wants, he'll have no use for anybody else.
Voice: And you think you can convince the locker room of that?
Ravager: Most people in the locker room have seen enough of Chrissy to know he spouts nothing but concentrated bullshit. He might be able to brainwash some of the newer recruits, but in the end, I don't think I'll have too much to worry about. I'm preparing for the worst, of course. But I think the bulk of my troubles will be putting Casino down once and for all.
Voice: Don't underestimate him.
Ravager: I never have. He's won every belt there is except for the TV title. He came within a second of taking my belt from me. You think that hasn't been playing in my head?
Voice: And he's the Pure Honor champ for a reason.
Ravager rolls his eyes.
Voice: What? The man knows every rule there is, and how to break them. He uses that to his advantage.
Ravager: I know. He didn't get this far on wrestling talent...
Voice: I'm saying, whether you like it or not, he deserves the belt he's holding.
Ravager: And once he loses it to me, hopefully he'll carry on the tradition set by all the other former Pure Honor champs.
Voice: How do you mean?
Ravager: El Mentiroso. Left pretty quick after losing. Never heard a peep out of him after that. Patrick Bickle. Had a bit more success than Mentiroso did, but he all but vanished from the wrestling scene. Dextro? Gone into the night. Dez Carter? It was heartbreaking to see him go. But go he did. I only hope Simply Beautiful can avoid the same fate as all the rest. The belt may have a bit of a curse to it. One made all the more worse by the fact that Casino now represents it.
Voice: So what do you think will happen when you get it?
Ravager: Luckily I don't believe in curses. I believe in black and white. Good and bad... did you just roll your eyes at me?
Voice: Yes.
Ravager: Can't really blame you. I'm not saying the Pure Honor title is haunted, dooming the wearers to a life of obscurity. I'm just saying that I hope Casino goes away and never comes back after I drop him on his head repeatedly Tuesday night.
Voice: Mature.
Ravager: The man is a cancer I need to carve out of the body of NAPW. If I don't the company I spilled my blood to build will decay and die. I have given too much, traveled too far, done unspeakable things for the good of the NAPW. I'll be damned if Casino becomes the man to represent it. He's going on about there being no rules Tuesday night? That'll work just as well for me as he thinks it will for him.
Voice: As long as you show that confidence in the ring, you'll be fine.
Ravager: I always am.
They travel on in silence. Cut to Calgary a few hours later. Ravager has reached his hotel. He is alone.
So. It comes down to this. I've already set the bar, having defended the NAPW title more than any other champion. I've represented NAPW at six different TEAM events to date. I've never backed down from any fight.
And it'll all be for nothing if I don't beat Chris Casino this Tuesday. Our first match settled nothing, even with a year to build to it. This time? There has to be a winner. Rex said so. The fans demand so. And you and I, Chris? We need there to be a winner. Otherwise, we end up doing some bizarre duel for the rest of our careers here in NAPW. Kind of like D! and I. You want that Chrissy? You want an enemy so determined to ruin your life he'll never let you out of his sight? You think I want you in the back of my mind 24/7? You think that's for the best?
I can't stand you Chris. The words that spew from your mouth. You lifestyle, both before and after you "lost" your money. I hate what you bring to wrestling. And I know you despise me too. So what do you say Chris? Are you man enough to end it once and for all Tuesday night? Because I'm damn sure ready and willing. I will drive my fist into your chest and pull out your heart if it means I don't have to listen to one more of your ignorant, self indulgent rants against everything good about this company, this country, or the people who made the NAPW great. I am ready to walk through Hell this Tuesday. Alone. All to defeat you soundly, without any dispute. You? You're calling for help from the locker room. Which says to me one thing:
You're not really ready for this. All the talk for the past year? Is just that. TALK. And it won't so you any good. Because words don't draw blood.
Ravager smirks.
But my fists can. And they will. And as your blood paints the mat, it will spill out all the poison that threatens the NAPW.
And I will stand tall one more time. Even if people still choose to doubt me.
But I try not to take that personally.
See ya soon Chrissy. See ya real soon.
Fade to black.
Ravager on the road. Again. He's not driving this time. He's traveling with someone (we can't see whom; but the voice is familiar...). So he's free to talk.
Voice: So it would be redundant to say the odds aren't in your favor tomorrow...
Ravager: Are they ever?
Voice: Casino is offering a title shot to anyone who'll help him...
Ravager: And if he had the authority to grant title matches, I'd be worried. But it's up to Rex and the NAPW officials. Besides, Simply Beautiful is next in line, for winning Sole Survivor. And Bruce Richards has his Battle Bowl ring. He can call for a shot when he feels like it. So even if Casino wants things to play out in his favor, there are still factors he has to take into account. Plus, suppose the whole locker room comes out. They beat me bloody. Casino gets the cheap pin (the only kind he ever gets). What's he going to do? Hold another lottery? What name do you think he'll pull? Joey Malone? Wayne Wright? There's nothing to gain by helping Casino. Once he has what he wants, he'll have no use for anybody else.
Voice: And you think you can convince the locker room of that?
Ravager: Most people in the locker room have seen enough of Chrissy to know he spouts nothing but concentrated bullshit. He might be able to brainwash some of the newer recruits, but in the end, I don't think I'll have too much to worry about. I'm preparing for the worst, of course. But I think the bulk of my troubles will be putting Casino down once and for all.
Voice: Don't underestimate him.
Ravager: I never have. He's won every belt there is except for the TV title. He came within a second of taking my belt from me. You think that hasn't been playing in my head?
Voice: And he's the Pure Honor champ for a reason.
Ravager rolls his eyes.
Voice: What? The man knows every rule there is, and how to break them. He uses that to his advantage.
Ravager: I know. He didn't get this far on wrestling talent...
Voice: I'm saying, whether you like it or not, he deserves the belt he's holding.
Ravager: And once he loses it to me, hopefully he'll carry on the tradition set by all the other former Pure Honor champs.
Voice: How do you mean?
Ravager: El Mentiroso. Left pretty quick after losing. Never heard a peep out of him after that. Patrick Bickle. Had a bit more success than Mentiroso did, but he all but vanished from the wrestling scene. Dextro? Gone into the night. Dez Carter? It was heartbreaking to see him go. But go he did. I only hope Simply Beautiful can avoid the same fate as all the rest. The belt may have a bit of a curse to it. One made all the more worse by the fact that Casino now represents it.
Voice: So what do you think will happen when you get it?
Ravager: Luckily I don't believe in curses. I believe in black and white. Good and bad... did you just roll your eyes at me?
Voice: Yes.
Ravager: Can't really blame you. I'm not saying the Pure Honor title is haunted, dooming the wearers to a life of obscurity. I'm just saying that I hope Casino goes away and never comes back after I drop him on his head repeatedly Tuesday night.
Voice: Mature.
Ravager: The man is a cancer I need to carve out of the body of NAPW. If I don't the company I spilled my blood to build will decay and die. I have given too much, traveled too far, done unspeakable things for the good of the NAPW. I'll be damned if Casino becomes the man to represent it. He's going on about there being no rules Tuesday night? That'll work just as well for me as he thinks it will for him.
Voice: As long as you show that confidence in the ring, you'll be fine.
Ravager: I always am.
They travel on in silence. Cut to Calgary a few hours later. Ravager has reached his hotel. He is alone.
So. It comes down to this. I've already set the bar, having defended the NAPW title more than any other champion. I've represented NAPW at six different TEAM events to date. I've never backed down from any fight.
And it'll all be for nothing if I don't beat Chris Casino this Tuesday. Our first match settled nothing, even with a year to build to it. This time? There has to be a winner. Rex said so. The fans demand so. And you and I, Chris? We need there to be a winner. Otherwise, we end up doing some bizarre duel for the rest of our careers here in NAPW. Kind of like D! and I. You want that Chrissy? You want an enemy so determined to ruin your life he'll never let you out of his sight? You think I want you in the back of my mind 24/7? You think that's for the best?
I can't stand you Chris. The words that spew from your mouth. You lifestyle, both before and after you "lost" your money. I hate what you bring to wrestling. And I know you despise me too. So what do you say Chris? Are you man enough to end it once and for all Tuesday night? Because I'm damn sure ready and willing. I will drive my fist into your chest and pull out your heart if it means I don't have to listen to one more of your ignorant, self indulgent rants against everything good about this company, this country, or the people who made the NAPW great. I am ready to walk through Hell this Tuesday. Alone. All to defeat you soundly, without any dispute. You? You're calling for help from the locker room. Which says to me one thing:
You're not really ready for this. All the talk for the past year? Is just that. TALK. And it won't so you any good. Because words don't draw blood.
Ravager smirks.
But my fists can. And they will. And as your blood paints the mat, it will spill out all the poison that threatens the NAPW.
And I will stand tall one more time. Even if people still choose to doubt me.
But I try not to take that personally.
See ya soon Chrissy. See ya real soon.
Fade to black.