Post by Ravager on Jan 4, 2006 15:23:11 GMT -5
We are in an undisclosed campsite. A fire is burning in a fire pit. Ravager is tossing various objects into the flames.
Meaningless objects. Luxuries. These are the things that keep me from advancing in life. You see Minstrel, after you trashed my apartment, I was so focused on revenge, I let my guard down, allowing you to get the drop on me. So I figure, get rid of the non-necessities, and give my attention to what really matters. Self- respect. Something I'll never have as long as you hold a victory over me. I've done everything I can to get your attention.... Some things smarter than others (holds up his broken hand), but you still don't want to talk, instead you resort to cheap light effects and parlor tricks. Maybe I haven't done anything to warrant your interest. But I think I can change that.
This Monday. I'm issuing a challenge. You and me Minstrel. One on one. Now I had so many barbaric ideas in mind, but Commissioner Winchell asked me to tone down the bloodshed. So I came up with something a little more ... family friendly. I call it "Controlled Mayhem".
Just wrestling, no excuses, no tricks. We each get three rope breaks. Once they're used up, you can't escape a pinfall or submission. No closed fists allowed. And to make sure neither of us are able to escape, we each get to pick four wrestlers to surround the ring. That way there can be no countouts. Now I know what you're thinking. "Does Ravager even have four people who are willing to talk to him. let alone help him out?" (chuckles) Well, I'm sure I have just as many friends as you Minstrel. But if you're still unsure about this, let me add two words that will clear up any of your doubts.
Non-Title.
That's right Minstrel. I don't want your gold. I want your blood. I want the sound of you crying out in pain to replace the laughter that I can't get out of my head. But most of all, I want the one demon that's been tormenting me to be laid to rest before I go on to greater things.
Ravager holds up a Chris Casino T-Shirt, which he tosses on the fire. Ravager finishes tossing his belongings in the fire, then leaves. The camera zooms in on the T-Shirt as we fade to black.
Meaningless objects. Luxuries. These are the things that keep me from advancing in life. You see Minstrel, after you trashed my apartment, I was so focused on revenge, I let my guard down, allowing you to get the drop on me. So I figure, get rid of the non-necessities, and give my attention to what really matters. Self- respect. Something I'll never have as long as you hold a victory over me. I've done everything I can to get your attention.... Some things smarter than others (holds up his broken hand), but you still don't want to talk, instead you resort to cheap light effects and parlor tricks. Maybe I haven't done anything to warrant your interest. But I think I can change that.
This Monday. I'm issuing a challenge. You and me Minstrel. One on one. Now I had so many barbaric ideas in mind, but Commissioner Winchell asked me to tone down the bloodshed. So I came up with something a little more ... family friendly. I call it "Controlled Mayhem".
Just wrestling, no excuses, no tricks. We each get three rope breaks. Once they're used up, you can't escape a pinfall or submission. No closed fists allowed. And to make sure neither of us are able to escape, we each get to pick four wrestlers to surround the ring. That way there can be no countouts. Now I know what you're thinking. "Does Ravager even have four people who are willing to talk to him. let alone help him out?" (chuckles) Well, I'm sure I have just as many friends as you Minstrel. But if you're still unsure about this, let me add two words that will clear up any of your doubts.
Non-Title.
That's right Minstrel. I don't want your gold. I want your blood. I want the sound of you crying out in pain to replace the laughter that I can't get out of my head. But most of all, I want the one demon that's been tormenting me to be laid to rest before I go on to greater things.
Ravager holds up a Chris Casino T-Shirt, which he tosses on the fire. Ravager finishes tossing his belongings in the fire, then leaves. The camera zooms in on the T-Shirt as we fade to black.