Post by Ravager on Dec 18, 2005 22:38:40 GMT -5
Ravager is walking through West Edmonton Mall again. He has a bag with him, but it doesn't look like his shopping is done. He hurries along, when he hears a voice from behind him.
Voice: And here I thought you had no one to buy for.
Ravager turns around to see Tiffany MacIntyre, manager of the Dudes.
Ravager: Are you following me?
Tiffany: Well, I wanted to keep training the guys, but they just got a new TV and an X Box. I don't see any more progress tonight.
Ravager: Great focus those boys have.
Tiffany: They get things done in the ring. But why are you here?
Ravager: Well, apparently Minstrel didn't appreciate the gifts I bought him. I don't know why. I put so much thought into them. So I decided to hit the sales.
Pulls a hammer out of his bag.
Ravager: I think this would look really good implanted in his skull. If I hit the right spot maybe that crazy gimp would stop talking for five minutes. And he thinks I talk too much about myself.
Tiffany: Well...
Ravager: Wait, I got more.
Pulls out a staple gun.
Ravager: I know, it's a little "Old School ECW", but there's a time and a place for everything. Besides, if I can't crack his skull, maybe I can staple his mouth shut. I mean, I may repeat myself to get my point across, but at least I can get a point across. Rambling psycho boy needs to focus a bit more on his talking points. Specifically he needs to find some.
Tiffany: It's almost Christmas, and you're out buying hardcore weaponry for your match?
Ravager: That's the high and low of it, yeah. If I can't have a Merry Christmas... well, Minstrel and Technique will be enjoying theirs from the ICU.
Tiffany: You seem pretty wound up over this match.
Ravager: Wound up? There's an understatement if I've ever heard one. These people... if you can call them people... make everything personal. Deeply personal. I haven't had a few hours to myself since I've become Provincial Champion. Ah, well. Time to go get ready to deliver "six Ravager beat-downs" on these two clowns and Technique.
Ravager turns to go finish his shopping. Tiffany watches him begin to go, then blurts out after him.
Tiffany: Would you like to come to my Christmas eve party?
Ravager turns, looking somewhat bemused. He opens his mouth to say something, closes it. Thinks for a moment...
Tiffany: It'll just be a few people. Mike and Cam, mainly... but everyone should have somewhere to go on Christmas.
Ravager: I'll tell you what. If I survive this Monday, and I haven't been sent to prison for brutalizing Minstrel... maybe... MAYBE... I'll show up for a little while. For now, worry about your boy making out of his little chaos match. Maybe we'll all be looking to celebrate this weekend.
Tiffany smiles as Ravager walks off
Co Written with The Dudes
Voice: And here I thought you had no one to buy for.
Ravager turns around to see Tiffany MacIntyre, manager of the Dudes.
Ravager: Are you following me?
Tiffany: Well, I wanted to keep training the guys, but they just got a new TV and an X Box. I don't see any more progress tonight.
Ravager: Great focus those boys have.
Tiffany: They get things done in the ring. But why are you here?
Ravager: Well, apparently Minstrel didn't appreciate the gifts I bought him. I don't know why. I put so much thought into them. So I decided to hit the sales.
Pulls a hammer out of his bag.
Ravager: I think this would look really good implanted in his skull. If I hit the right spot maybe that crazy gimp would stop talking for five minutes. And he thinks I talk too much about myself.
Tiffany: Well...
Ravager: Wait, I got more.
Pulls out a staple gun.
Ravager: I know, it's a little "Old School ECW", but there's a time and a place for everything. Besides, if I can't crack his skull, maybe I can staple his mouth shut. I mean, I may repeat myself to get my point across, but at least I can get a point across. Rambling psycho boy needs to focus a bit more on his talking points. Specifically he needs to find some.
Tiffany: It's almost Christmas, and you're out buying hardcore weaponry for your match?
Ravager: That's the high and low of it, yeah. If I can't have a Merry Christmas... well, Minstrel and Technique will be enjoying theirs from the ICU.
Tiffany: You seem pretty wound up over this match.
Ravager: Wound up? There's an understatement if I've ever heard one. These people... if you can call them people... make everything personal. Deeply personal. I haven't had a few hours to myself since I've become Provincial Champion. Ah, well. Time to go get ready to deliver "six Ravager beat-downs" on these two clowns and Technique.
Ravager turns to go finish his shopping. Tiffany watches him begin to go, then blurts out after him.
Tiffany: Would you like to come to my Christmas eve party?
Ravager turns, looking somewhat bemused. He opens his mouth to say something, closes it. Thinks for a moment...
Tiffany: It'll just be a few people. Mike and Cam, mainly... but everyone should have somewhere to go on Christmas.
Ravager: I'll tell you what. If I survive this Monday, and I haven't been sent to prison for brutalizing Minstrel... maybe... MAYBE... I'll show up for a little while. For now, worry about your boy making out of his little chaos match. Maybe we'll all be looking to celebrate this weekend.
Tiffany smiles as Ravager walks off
Co Written with The Dudes