Post by Ravager on Nov 10, 2005 15:01:25 GMT -5
Ravager, sitting in his dressing room. Seems kind of frustrated.
You know, I didn't think Static would be this much of a problem. Two matches in a row, and I've yet to pin the man. Is it because I can't handle him?... Or is it because that half-wit Fleming keeps running in on our matches? Well Static. You've got me off my game. Congratulations. Now, I'm told you have a title re-match this Monday. With Lobo as a referee. I guess this is karma for what I've done the past few weeks...
Wait a minute... why am I whining like this? I'm making excuses for losing the match before it even happens. Static, you can write all the poetry and short story paradies you want, but when it comes right down to it, you don't have the talent to take me in the ring. And I'll prove that this Monday. And Bill Fleming, if you even think about interfering, I'll plant you headfirst in the centre of the ring. Actually, I might just do it anyways, I'll check my schedual.
Ravager gets up to leave, feeling a bit better. He stops though.
Oh, and Lobo. I know what you're thinking. Well, let me guarantee one thing. If you cost me the match, I'll make it my life's goal that you NEVER become champ. Call it right down the middle. I want to face you as much as you want to face me. My next title match after this one, will be against yours. As long as someone doesn't cheat me out of my title, that is. Think about it.
Ravager smirks, walks off.
You know, I didn't think Static would be this much of a problem. Two matches in a row, and I've yet to pin the man. Is it because I can't handle him?... Or is it because that half-wit Fleming keeps running in on our matches? Well Static. You've got me off my game. Congratulations. Now, I'm told you have a title re-match this Monday. With Lobo as a referee. I guess this is karma for what I've done the past few weeks...
Wait a minute... why am I whining like this? I'm making excuses for losing the match before it even happens. Static, you can write all the poetry and short story paradies you want, but when it comes right down to it, you don't have the talent to take me in the ring. And I'll prove that this Monday. And Bill Fleming, if you even think about interfering, I'll plant you headfirst in the centre of the ring. Actually, I might just do it anyways, I'll check my schedual.
Ravager gets up to leave, feeling a bit better. He stops though.
Oh, and Lobo. I know what you're thinking. Well, let me guarantee one thing. If you cost me the match, I'll make it my life's goal that you NEVER become champ. Call it right down the middle. I want to face you as much as you want to face me. My next title match after this one, will be against yours. As long as someone doesn't cheat me out of my title, that is. Think about it.
Ravager smirks, walks off.