Post by Ravager on Apr 8, 2007 17:37:21 GMT -5
A movie theatre in Raleigh, North Carolina. Ravager sits on his own. Bag of popcorn. Pop. Quiet night out. Except for some guy kicking his seat, which is rectified pretty quickly with an icy glare.
Now I know what you're thinking...
Here I am, two days away from a huge match with title implications. I'm facing Stylin Kyle Roberts. A man I never got a clean victory over. Lloyd Rees, who took me to the limit in my first NAPW title defense. And Tommy Deathrow. Probably the biggest wild card in this, or any other match. And here I sit in a movie theatre. Relaxing?
He chuckles.
Not quite. I could spend all day in my hotel room, watching tapes. Going over notes. Obsessing. Pacing. Brooding. It wouldn't be the first time. And with my upcoming NAPW title defense, it won't be the last either. So why am I here now, aside from eager anticipation of Tarantino and Rodriguez blood fests?
Well, I could feel the anticipation getting to be too much. I was itching to fight. Which isn't abnormal, but in this case..
Rebel. No DQ. Relaxed rules. Something I could have a lot of fun with. Potentially too much fun. Rees and Roberts can talk all they want, but they don't have the rage built up like me. Or Deathrow. But then Tommy, you've been sounding kind of erratic lately. I'm worried. Not that you're head isn't in the match, because you're always ready for a fight. No, I worry that you're going to try something over the top. Something that will force me to deal with you... harshly. People seem to think that this will be a wrestling match. When what you're going to get is a brawl. Nobody in this match likes one another. There isn't a lot of respect for each other. I doubt there'll be concern for each other's safety. I predict blood. Pain. Aggression. I'm almost positive that none of us will be the same after this clash of egos.
And I'm damn certain that I'll be the main who gets his arm raised at the end of the night. Unlike Tommy, I can wrestle as well as brawl. Unlike Roberts, I'm willing to do both. And Rees... the "technical terror". I just want to prove that my victory over you was no fluke. I want to be the REBEL Pro champion. And I will walk through hell to do it.
The lights in the theatre dim.
Soon enough gentlemen. You'll be face to face with the most dangerous man in the business. I have the rules on my side, and all the motivation I'll ever need. Hope there'll be no hard feelings...
Fade to Black.
Now I know what you're thinking...
Here I am, two days away from a huge match with title implications. I'm facing Stylin Kyle Roberts. A man I never got a clean victory over. Lloyd Rees, who took me to the limit in my first NAPW title defense. And Tommy Deathrow. Probably the biggest wild card in this, or any other match. And here I sit in a movie theatre. Relaxing?
He chuckles.
Not quite. I could spend all day in my hotel room, watching tapes. Going over notes. Obsessing. Pacing. Brooding. It wouldn't be the first time. And with my upcoming NAPW title defense, it won't be the last either. So why am I here now, aside from eager anticipation of Tarantino and Rodriguez blood fests?
Well, I could feel the anticipation getting to be too much. I was itching to fight. Which isn't abnormal, but in this case..
Rebel. No DQ. Relaxed rules. Something I could have a lot of fun with. Potentially too much fun. Rees and Roberts can talk all they want, but they don't have the rage built up like me. Or Deathrow. But then Tommy, you've been sounding kind of erratic lately. I'm worried. Not that you're head isn't in the match, because you're always ready for a fight. No, I worry that you're going to try something over the top. Something that will force me to deal with you... harshly. People seem to think that this will be a wrestling match. When what you're going to get is a brawl. Nobody in this match likes one another. There isn't a lot of respect for each other. I doubt there'll be concern for each other's safety. I predict blood. Pain. Aggression. I'm almost positive that none of us will be the same after this clash of egos.
And I'm damn certain that I'll be the main who gets his arm raised at the end of the night. Unlike Tommy, I can wrestle as well as brawl. Unlike Roberts, I'm willing to do both. And Rees... the "technical terror". I just want to prove that my victory over you was no fluke. I want to be the REBEL Pro champion. And I will walk through hell to do it.
The lights in the theatre dim.
Soon enough gentlemen. You'll be face to face with the most dangerous man in the business. I have the rules on my side, and all the motivation I'll ever need. Hope there'll be no hard feelings...
Fade to Black.