Ravager
Indie Wrestler
The Shooter
0% Avatar, 100% Ass Kicker. The White Collar Assassin Is On The Path Of Annihilation
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Post by Ravager on Oct 26, 2005 13:46:30 GMT -5
We see a pleasant restaurant, where a happy young couple is enjoying a meal. In walks The Ravager, who makes a beeline for the table. Without acknowledging anyone, he grabs the young male and slams him through the table. The rest of the restaurant looks on in shock, but nobody has the stones to challenge.
Sorry to interrupt your meal, but I was paid to give this man a message. It seems he doesn't like to pay his debts. Maybe now he'll be more responsible.
Ravager walks out of the restaurant. The camera follows him to his car. He stops, then turns back to the camera.
Normally I let my actions do the talking, but different situations call for different tactics. I'm here now in NAPW for one reason... Championship Gold. Apparently there's a man named Mark Millar who stands in my way of the Provincial Championship. Mr. Millar. I don't know you, but I am going to have to hurt you. Nothing personal. The oil rigs have not prepared you for the punishment you're going to get Monday Night. Let me give you a piece of friendly advice Mr. Millar. Monday Morning - call in sick. The Ravager isn't widely known for kindness, and this is the full extent of my compassion.
Ravager smirks evilly, then gets in his car and drives off. All Hell's a comin' to the NAPW
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