Post by Ravager on Dec 26, 2005 16:08:01 GMT -5
A close up of Ravager's cast. Ravager is heard but not seen.
39 stitches. Two broken Fingers. Four cracked knuckles. A broken wrist. Severe blood loss. That was my gift to myself this Christmas.
My doctor advised me to take a break from wrestling. He said this kind of injury needs proper time to heal. He worries that going into the ring is just asking for complications. He's afraid that my opponents will target my weakness. But I'm counting on it. Hell, I'll help out any way I can.
Ravager draws a target on his cast.
You see, complications, adversity, and all that, they make you sharp. Keep you thinking on your feet, ready for anything. For a while there, I was getting stale. Minstrel knew it. He took advantage of it. And sooner or later, he'll pay for it. He took something I worked very hard for. In retrospect, I'm better off without it, but I still have some principles to uphold. As soon as he crawls out of whatever hole he's been hiding in since Monday Night Fights, I'll be waiting.
Static. The first Monday Night Fights of 2006. You and I. One more time. Falls count anywhere. Looking forward to it. As big a nuisance as you are, I never did get a pinfall over you. I'm going to change that. You should have stuck to tag team wrestling.
And as for the rest of the NAPW. Remember what I said before. 2006 will be the year I step into the main event. I'm going for the glory that should have been mine from the first night I stepped foot in this city. 2006 will be the year of the Ravager.
Camera pans to a close up of Ravager's face.
Weep for anyone dumb enough to try and stop me.
Fade to Black
39 stitches. Two broken Fingers. Four cracked knuckles. A broken wrist. Severe blood loss. That was my gift to myself this Christmas.
My doctor advised me to take a break from wrestling. He said this kind of injury needs proper time to heal. He worries that going into the ring is just asking for complications. He's afraid that my opponents will target my weakness. But I'm counting on it. Hell, I'll help out any way I can.
Ravager draws a target on his cast.
You see, complications, adversity, and all that, they make you sharp. Keep you thinking on your feet, ready for anything. For a while there, I was getting stale. Minstrel knew it. He took advantage of it. And sooner or later, he'll pay for it. He took something I worked very hard for. In retrospect, I'm better off without it, but I still have some principles to uphold. As soon as he crawls out of whatever hole he's been hiding in since Monday Night Fights, I'll be waiting.
Static. The first Monday Night Fights of 2006. You and I. One more time. Falls count anywhere. Looking forward to it. As big a nuisance as you are, I never did get a pinfall over you. I'm going to change that. You should have stuck to tag team wrestling.
And as for the rest of the NAPW. Remember what I said before. 2006 will be the year I step into the main event. I'm going for the glory that should have been mine from the first night I stepped foot in this city. 2006 will be the year of the Ravager.
Camera pans to a close up of Ravager's face.
Weep for anyone dumb enough to try and stop me.
Fade to Black