Post by Ravager on Dec 31, 2005 13:23:16 GMT -5
Ravager is wandering around backstage. He looks clearly annoyed, as he has not been able to find Static. Josh Reynolds follows behind.
Josh: I keep telling you, Static is away for the holidays. He probably won't be around until show time Monday Night.
Ravager: You keep forgetting Josh, that Static is a master at mind games. He'll show up when he thinks I'm at my most vulnerable.
Josh: Um...
Ravager: You're going to call me paranoid. The number of people trying to screw with my mind, I have a right to be. I have Static to worry about. Again. Minstrel is running around with the Provincial Title, and he doesn't even have the guts to gloat about it. He just ran off. And now Chris Casino is doing his cute little segments each week, calling me a whiner. Funny. I'm going into a falls count anywhere match with a broken hand, while he sits in Las Vegas, after the biggest win of his career, with huge momentum after pushing D! out of the picture, and he doesn't even have a match this week? His partners in crime get an undeserving title shot while the true contenders are pushed down the card. And he thinks I'm whining? Hell, losing the title was the best thing to ever happen to me! I'm going on to bigger things. The only things standing in my way right now are Static and Minstrel. Static is being shoved into a match with me, even though we haven't had a thing to do with each other in months. And Minstrel. Well, before I do anything more, I need to make Minstrel pay for making me look bad. It's not about the title. He can keep it and use it in his cheap little magic shows or hang it on the wall with his crayon pictures he drew during quiet time at the asylum. I just want to leave an imprint of my fist in his head.
Josh: But...
Ravager: But that's looking too far ahead. Static would probably be training right about now...
Ravager walks off, leaving Josh behind, looking confused as always.
To Be Continued
Josh: I keep telling you, Static is away for the holidays. He probably won't be around until show time Monday Night.
Ravager: You keep forgetting Josh, that Static is a master at mind games. He'll show up when he thinks I'm at my most vulnerable.
Josh: Um...
Ravager: You're going to call me paranoid. The number of people trying to screw with my mind, I have a right to be. I have Static to worry about. Again. Minstrel is running around with the Provincial Title, and he doesn't even have the guts to gloat about it. He just ran off. And now Chris Casino is doing his cute little segments each week, calling me a whiner. Funny. I'm going into a falls count anywhere match with a broken hand, while he sits in Las Vegas, after the biggest win of his career, with huge momentum after pushing D! out of the picture, and he doesn't even have a match this week? His partners in crime get an undeserving title shot while the true contenders are pushed down the card. And he thinks I'm whining? Hell, losing the title was the best thing to ever happen to me! I'm going on to bigger things. The only things standing in my way right now are Static and Minstrel. Static is being shoved into a match with me, even though we haven't had a thing to do with each other in months. And Minstrel. Well, before I do anything more, I need to make Minstrel pay for making me look bad. It's not about the title. He can keep it and use it in his cheap little magic shows or hang it on the wall with his crayon pictures he drew during quiet time at the asylum. I just want to leave an imprint of my fist in his head.
Josh: But...
Ravager: But that's looking too far ahead. Static would probably be training right about now...
Ravager walks off, leaving Josh behind, looking confused as always.
To Be Continued