[SSVIII] TiT Semifinal: Ravager vs. Olvir Arsvinnar

[TH]

London Champion (2) Ravager defeated:
Ronaldodinho
Cameron Cruise
Larry Tact
Jonathan Marx

Los Angeles Champion (7) Arsvinnar defeated:
Ethan Frost
Shawn Hart
Kyle Roberts
Sean Stevens

Match held at the Phillips Arena in Atlanta, GA. One fall to a finish. All regular RP rules apply. RP deadline is Saturday, May 31st at 11:59:59 PM, give or take a second.

 

[Ravager]

Tuesday, May 20th. Backstage at NAPW's TAGSTRAVAGANZA. We hear a solid fan ovation from the curtains. Ravager emerges from ringside, says a few words to an NAPW cameraman, then sees the TEAM cameras, and walks over to talk to them.

You hear that? That's a show of respect from those fans. Even though my partner and I came up short tonight, they still appreciate the effort we put forth.

Ravager sighs.

And I never, ever want to tell the fans to stop cheering me, but after tonight, losing in such a cheap way, that ovation feels like I just got a pat on the head and a cookie, and was told "at least you tried". I don't want feel that way again. I want the fans to be on their feet, exuberant, happy for me, after the biggest win of my life. And I know I've said that every match I'm in is the biggest of my career, but lately, the bouts have become bigger and bigger. Tonight was my quest to become a triple crown champion in NAPW. Soon, I go for another elusive goal.

To win a TEAM Tournament. I'm two wins away from taking the Invitational. Only one thing stands in my way. Olvir Arsvinnar. I man I can not hate, no matter how hard I try. All I can do is laugh a bit, and try to remember he beat Shawn Hart, a man who took me to the limit in his Challenge Title shot. And he beat Kyle Roberts. Someone I've fought with and against for years. I know how tough he is. I also know he's had my number on several occasions. So now I face the man who took him out of the tournament. I face a man who has more size and strength than me. I face a man who has gotten upset after upset so far in this tournament.

Basically, I got my work cut out for me if I want to make it to the finals. Oliver. I do my best to never disrespect my opponents, no matter who they might be. Things will be no different with you. But we're at a point where respect may have to be put aside in order to achieve higher goals. Neither of us fought this long only to have to go home empty handed. But I've had to watch for the last two years as others lept in front of me and claimed the glory I sought. Professor Tremendous taking me out at my first Tournament of Champions. Fusenhoff eliminating me at the TiT last year. And then Nova dumping me over the top rope on his way to winning last year's ToC. I've had disappointments, but look at how I've handled them. I've turned back Professor Tremendous twice in his quest for the Challenge title, a belt I've held for over a year. This year, Fusenhoff is on the outside looking in. He's waiting for a shot at my belt, but he's going to have to wait a bit longer, because I want to this Invitational more than anything I've wanted in a long time, outside of NAPW. I want a TEAM tournament win under my belt. I want a shot at the Champion of Champions. Deep down, I'm hoping it's Nova, so we can have our rubber match. I want a lot Oliver.

But if I don't beat you, I'll be back where I started. Thinking about what could have been. Planning for the future. And standing in the center ring, thanking the crowd for their applause, when really, all I want to do is go back to the locker room and think about what I did wrong.

This is my year Oliver. And I don't care how big you are. How unorthodox you may be. I am not going to be pushed aside, and I will not be your stepping stone to greater things. I look forward to our match.

But I'm more looking forward to walking out the winner.

Nothing personal. Just business.

Ravager walks off as we fade to black.

 

[Ravager]

Ravager in a Vancouver coffee house. Sipping from a large mug, looking out onto the street.

No matter how hard I try, I always seem to dwell on the past. Mistakes mostly. I really shouldn't. Not when it gives my opponents so much ammunition to use against me. So they can get in my head. Undermine my confidence. But I sit here now, and think about how close I am to one of my goals, winning the TEAM Invitational. All I have to do is win two more matches. How hard can that be? Then I think back to last year, and how I got knocked off in the second round by someone "ranked lower".

Ravager chuckles.

I should be honored that I was ranked as highly as I was in the London bracket, but really, all that does is paint a bullseye on my back. I mean, if I were ranked low down the list, Lord knows I'd do everything I could to score an "upset". Granted, I don't think anyone would consider a loss to Oliver Arsvinnar an "upset". Not when the man is almost twice my size. Not when he's also beaten the best of the best to get to this point. If I were to lose to him, I wouldn't call that a surprise.

I'd call it a collosal failure on my part. To let his size and style intimidate me, when I've beaten wrestlers bigger and stronger than him. To lose focus, when it's served me so well in defeating more experienced grapplers like Marx, or Tact, or Cruise. To be drawn in by his unorthodox nature, when I spent the first year of my career facing men crazier than him. If I lose this match?

It'll mean I didn't want to win the Invitational as much as I wanted. And I didn't travel all over the World fighting to get to this spot, just to give up now. I didn't sacrifice my body night after night for something I only "kind of" wanted. I have walked through Hell to get to this position, and I'll be damned if I go home early, Oliver. I know you want to win this too, but damn it, you haven't had two years of coming "so close" just to have your dreams snatched away from you.

I have everything to prove, and everything to lose. And I'll be damned if I let you take anything from me. I have worked too hard and too long for that to happen. There will be nothing funny about what I have to do. Even if I did crack jokes, they wouldn't fit in this situation. I am as deadly serious as I've ever been.

I want to win the Invitational. And it'll take an act of God to stop me.

Nothing personal. Just business.

Fade to Black.

 

[Ravager]

Ravager, watching as the ring is set up for NAPW's "Fracas on 4th Avenue".

In a few hours I go into that ring with my partner Dez Carter and try to get back on the trail to tag team glory. It'll be a hard fight, but then, everything in this business involves a hard fight, doesn't it?

You fight for the attention of your first teacher, hoping he'll single you out as "an up and comer".

You fight for the respect of the veterans, hoping they'll see something in you, and take you under their wing. Or they try and take you out in the ring, and you prove yourself worthy by beating them.

You fight for the respect of the rookies. You want to be their main target. When they start in the business, they should be looking at beating you as a path to glory.

You fight for a spot on the card. Any match will do. Because no matter where you fight on the show, your next win may be the one that gets you to the title. Every match is important.

I've fought these battles, and now I fight one more. Winning the TEAM Invitational. Now, a few people have been asking me why I'm so obsessed with winning this year. Well, there are a few reasons. Mainly, I want a shot at the Champion of Champions. I've said it so often I'm like a broken record. But I'm not going to lie to people. I want to hold the top title, and I want to take that title from Nova, if possible, after he elminated me from the Tournament of Champions last year. But there's one more reason.

When I saw the names that were on the roster for this year's tournament, I couldn't help but salivate. So many I wanted to prove myself against, either for the first time or for a rematch:

Dan Ryan
Lyndsey Troy
Fusenhoff
Kyle Roberts
Donovan Astros

I mean, I was ready to face anyone. The wrestlers in this tournament are here for a reason: Because they are the best of the best. But those names. Some I've heard a lot, and I just wanted the honor of facing them once. Some were owed a beating for past indescretions. All were in the back of my mind as I started this tournament. But then, one by one they were picked off, while I managed to stay alive. these people, who I needed to prove myself to.

Eliminated. While I am two wins away from glory. And I got to thinking: If I win this, they'll have to prove themselves to me. I will be the standard bearer, the main target, the one people aspire to facing. I can be all that if I win this. There's just one thing I need to do.

And that's beat you Oliver. Another fight. Another opponent bigger and stronger than me. But at my size, I'm used to that. I'm used to having people doubt me. Hell, I do a good enough job doubting myself. But after the Invitational, when my hand is raised as the last man standing, there will be no doubts. Not from me, the fans, the critics, the other wrestlers. There will be no question of who the best of the best is. That's going to feel good Oliver. Real good. It's going to be cathartic. But it won't be anything personal.

Just business.

It's creeping up on us Oliver. Soon we'll face. And I want you to know one thing:

Elimination is Inevitable. Hope that'll soften the blow for you when you're counting the ring lights.

Fade to black.

 

[RStrawsma]

Valhalla Productions 208 - Final Fourway

OOC: Many apologies to my opponent and the readers for missing out on the beginning of the week. Had a hectic weekend involving a move, a faulty power supply, and drug screen gone awry.

(We open up to a scene of a large crowd of ceaselessly applauding gatherers on a typical sunny day in California. The camera gets a panoramic view of the cheering crowd until panning over to the stage and podium set up on one side of the plaza, bearing the national and state flags and a lot of important looking people in suits.)

(And, of course... one man who towers above the rest. One man clad in furry wolf-hide britches, brazen bracers, and a prominent helmet upon his head.)

VALHALLA PRODUCTION COMPANY​

Presents​

(One of the men, wearing a regal navy blue suit, steps up to the podium. He's instantly recognizable... even if you AREN'T a citizen of California. After all, he's probably one of the state's most PROMINENT men. Of course, I'm referring to the Governator himself... Mr. Universe... ARNOLD MUTHA-FUGGIN' SCHWARZENEGGER!)

(Just fulfilling my obligatory celebrity reference per RP, folks. Bear with me.)

Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger
Welcome, citizens of Caaliforniaa!

We haave gaathered on this beautiful daay to publicly recognize aand honor a maan who haas in recent months won over the heaarts and respect of thousands of faans across the staate! Laadies and gentlemen, it is aat this time I would like to introduce to you aa maan who I haave recently grown very fond of...

OLVIR AARSVINNAAR!!

OLVIR ARSVINNAR​

In​

(A HUGE burst of applause as the enormous VIKING WARRIOR steps forward and joins the California Governer and former Hollywood actor at the podium. Grinning ear to ear, his large hand grasps the equally large hand of Schwarzenegger and they exchange a shake to a flutter of flash photography from the press. When the photo-op has ended, the governor reaches over to one of his aides, who hands him a velvet frame bearing a golden medal. Actually, it's only gold in color; anybody with a good eye for metals can see it's really made of chintzy material. Regardless, Swarzenegger holds it out to the Norsemen as if it were a military medal of honor.)

Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger
Olvir... on behaalf of the greaat staate of Caaliforniaa, it is with distinct pleaasure thaat I present to you this prestigious MEDAAL of GREAATNESS! Congraatulaations, Mr. Aarsvinnaar!

(To another burst of applause, Schwarzenegger removes the medal from its holder and places it around the savage Viking's neck, who beams with pride. With the medal in place, Olvir goes to the end of the stage and BILLY GRAHAM FLEXES for another photo-op!)

Olvir Arsvinnar
HA HA HA HA!!

"FINAL FOURWAY"​

(Arnie, otherwise known as Detective John Kimble, TX-100, or Quaid, Start The Reactor, applauds in unison with everybody else, backing up to a spot where another familiar face, Terry “THE IDOL” Anderson, stands with the same mic and the same ugly suit. His stubble has finally grown into a short, albeit present blonde beard. Not quite as glorious as Olvir's, mind you, but a definite work in progress. He claps his hands, although more for show, as his expression is quite bewildered at this scene. He leans in close to Joel Schumaker's Mr. Freeze.)

Terry “The Idol” Anderson
I don't get it...

After raping and pillaging numerous cities... wreaking havoc on Hollywood... setting a completely unauthorized FIST-PRINT in the not so wet concrete outside Grauman's Chinese Theater... and being personally responsible for a number of forest fires up and down the state... you honor him with a MEDAL?

Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger
We figure we caan get rid of him by giving him the recognition aand praaise he waants. Besides, it's just tinfoil aand paaint.

Terry “The Idol” Anderson
So... this is all just to HUMOR him and hope he goes away?

Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger
Baasicaally.

Terry “The Idol” Anderson
Hm... actually, not a bad idea.

(Damn right it's not a bad idea, Terry. And how DARE you doubt the brilliance and intellect of HE who is SCHWARZENEGGER!)

(Oh, yeah, I hear you out there saying I'm crazy to worship the man... but YOU'RE crazy if you don't believe the genius mind that rests upon that mound of muscles! Look at the facts... this is a guy who came from a strict, conformist, abusive, low-income Austrian household, decided to pursue his own goals instead of those his society put in place for him, and succeeded. From standing on a platform and looking good, the BRILLIANCE that is DUTCH from the hit film Predator made his first million dollars in writing diet and exercise books before ever appearing in his first film... had a successful acting career... married a KEN-NAH-DAY (ken-nah-day...)... had an unsuccessful acting career... and finish it off by becoming a political figure fulfilling his second term.)

(Arnold Schwarzenegger is a GOD AMONG MEN, and DAMN YOU if you say otherwise!)

(When the cheering subsides, Olvir steps up to the mic fixated on the podium, continuing to grin proudly.)

Olvir Arsvinnar
Thank you, most noble citizens of California! And thank YOU, King Conan, great Conqueror and Ruler! You have reared a STRONG kingdom of great people!

(He nods to the California governor. If you're still doubting his greatness, you can always say, “Well, he DID agree to Junior.” Yeah, I got nothing for you there.)

Olvir Arsvinnar
And it is FOR YOU, the noble people, that the GREATNESS that is Olvir pursues in his quest for absolute and ultimate recognition as the GREATEST WARRIOR on the globe! Many trials I have faced, and continued to overcome... and for that, you have HONORED ME with utmost respect! For that, I am GRATEFUL, people of California!

As such, I have decided to spare you from FURTHER domination, both under my axe and my mighty LOINS!!

I must leave you for a time as my quest continues, and ONWARD goes my unstoppable path of carnage and destruction, to the ancient lost city of ATLANTIS GEORGIA, where my next opponent awaits!

RAVAGER!!!

(Olvir looks impressed.)

Olvir Arsvinnar
A most righteous name… to be known as a “ravager” of many supple hinds…

But nevertheless a MEANINGLESS name… for he stands in the way of the Great Olvir as he is POISED to carry his undefeated streak through TEAM to the very final round, and a berth to challenge the CHAMPION OF ALL CHAMPIONS in attempt to rightfully reclaim his place as the PINNACLE of the arena!

I depart now to the sunken city to DOMINATE this unlucky FOOL… but you, the rich, noble citizens of CALIFORNIA, will not be forgotten for your support, and bountiful flocks of BEAUTIFUL MAIDENS that even now carry the seeds of a new generation of OLVIR!!

HA HA HA HA!! Onward, Son of Ander… to the DREKKAR!!

(To a cheering crowd, Olvir bounds out of frame, stage left, and Terry “The Idol” Anderson runs after him. A moment after they’ve left, the cheering subsides and Schwarzenegger goes back to the podium, breathing an obvious sigh of relief and no longer looking as proud as he did a few moments ago.)

Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger
Okaay… he’s GONE now!

(This gets another cheer from the crowd, louder and more prevalent than any of the previous ones, as these people seem GRATEFUL to be rid of the berzerker’s destructive presence. Schwarzenegger rubs his chin in thought…)

Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger
Although… I have a bad feeling that…

HE’LL BE BACK!

(Cut to the Norseman hurrying down the street, Anderson trailing behind him, and actually not doing a bad job of keeping up. They come to a bridge, and in a most DARING feat, the Greatness that is Olvir VAULTS over the railing of the overpass and to the street below—landing with a BOOM on the deck of the dragon ship that is parked in waiting below. Anderson hops over the rail after him with surprising grace, and makes a firm, albeit shaky landing. Olvir is obviously impressed.)

Olvir Arsvinnar
SON OF ANDER… you are BOUNDING like the noble stag in the wooded land! Your Viking Training is TRULY paying off!

Terry “The Idol” Anderson
You know, you may be right, Olvir. I mean, I’ve still got some rust in my joints, but that’s to be expected with age.

Olvir Arsvinnar
HA HA HA HA!! You may be well on your way to LOOKING like a Viking, Son of Ander, but you have yet to THINK like a Viking! You will learn many lessons on your way to Atlantis…

Terry “The Idol” Anderson
You mean “Atlanta?”

Olvir Arsvinnar
…the first of which being that YOU NEVER CORRECT THE GREAT OLVIR!!

Terry “The Idol” Anderson
WHOA, uh… sorry, Olvir. Okay, Atlantis it is.

(The Butt-Dominator waves to his crew of midget Vikings in his service.)

Olvir Arsvinnar
LET US DEPART!!

(We hear an explosive rip from the diesel engine below deck, and the land-based vessel begins traveling west out of the greater Los Angeles area. Donning his customary battle axe over his shoulder, Olvir takes his position with one leg perched upon the bow of the ship, smiling proudly as the drekkar tears through an ocean of concrete. Anderson soon joins him.)

Terry “The Idol” Anderson
Well, Olvir… ahead lies your destiny, and the prestigious Final Four of the TEAM Invitational Tournament. Only a prestigious few have ever made it this far, and you’ve denied some of the industry’s greatest wrestlers to earn your place.

You even beat… SEAN STEVENS…

(A rumble can be heard across the land. Somewhere at home in Tacoma, Rocko Daymon hears it and whimpers slightly.)

Olvir Arsvinnar
TRUE, Talk-Man… a DECISIVE victory of the self-proclaimed KING of GLADIATORS!! Once again, the GREATNESS that is OLVIR has silence those that have FOOLISHLY labeled him nothing more than a YOKE, and proven that his WELL-ENDOWED FEROCITY outlasts even legends of past and present!

Which is NOT to speak ill of the efforts of the noble SEAN of the STEVENS! He put forth a most VALIANT effort to topple this mighty giant… and at some moments, even forced me to DOUBT my own Greatness in being superior to his own! He came closer MORE THAN ANY OTHER MAN to pinning my massive shoulders to the mat, and would have been the FIRST MAN to have ever done the IMPOSSIBLE!!

Alas… my UNYIELDING DOMINANCE prevailed, yust as I SAID it would! HA HA HA HA!!

Terry “The Idol” Anderson
Well, to your fortune, Sean Stevens is behind you now… and after an explosive debut in TEAM, you find yourself, after a handful of victories, within reach of the final round. But as you well know based on your speech back there in the presence of the California Governor… your next challenge lies in the man, RAVAGER.

A man who is by no means a stranger to TEAM, it should be noted. In what could only be referred to as karmic juxtaposition, unlike your impressive albeit short amount of time you’ve been in TEAM, Ravager has been involved in at least TWO grueling Tournaments of Champions, and this marks his second entry into an Invitational Tournament. Whereas your brief reign of dominance thus far has been nothing short of perfect terms of your win record, Ravager has faced many hardships and let-downs in his quest to immortalize himself as a professional wrestling legend, compared to the likes of Dan Ryan and Lindsay Troy.

These shortcomings, however, hardly eclipse his outstanding performance in the ring. Even now, seeing him as the TEAM Challenge Champion, and having battled his way into the Final Four of this year’s inaugural Invitational Tournament, some would say he’s on the verge of rocketing through the glass ceiling and conquering this tournament he has proclaimed he has wanted for a long time.

Olvir Arsvinnar
Yes, Son of Ander… the Great Olvir has closely listened to the words spoken by his opponent…

…along with the other words…

…and the words that came after those words as well.

This RAVAGER does indeed speak as any man would when he knows he has nothing left to lose! For once, the GREAT OLVIR is pleased to hear from a foe who would rather speak of his DRIVE and PASSION as opposed to foolishly BOASTING of his own “greatness” and how it inconceivably exceeds my own! Ravager is a man who has tasted the bitter, unforgiving STING of defeat… and thus is rightly PARCHED for the sweet, steamy, somewhat SEXUAL glory of victory!

And I must admit, IDOL… this WORRIES my typically all-knowing mind!

(Terry appears shocked… although it could be because he savors every time people call him “Idol” anymore.)

Terry “The Idol” Anderson
Are you seriously DOUBTING yourself, Olvir?

Olvir Arsvinnar
HA HA HA HA!! Do not be FOOLISH, Son of Ander! OF COURSE the Great Olvir does not DOUBT his own GREATNESS!! But what WORRIES me is the very thing this RAVAGER is fighting for!

He will come into that ring in the arena at Atlantis, Georgia, and he will most likely fight like a true WARRIOR would… but his dire and passionate motivation is born of his latent FEAR of inexplicable FAILURE! Ultimately, his goal will not simply be to WIN, but rather, to NOT LOSE!

See how he dotes on his failings… his admission to his own faults… acknowledging without hesitation my superior SIZE and STRENGTH—regardless if he was referring to the man or the MEAT! It is quite obvious that DEFEAT burns deep beneath his skin, corrupting his very SOUL!

I would almost imagine him to be INTIDIMIDATED by this rising, seemingly unstoppable BERZERKER who has come just as far as he has in such a small amount of time!

Terry “The Idol” Anderson
You might have a point there, but… with defeat comes the benefit of learning from one’s mistakes. As Ravager himself said, you haven’t lived the past two years of just getting to “so close.”

Olvir Arsvinnar
Two years? HA! The GREAT OLVIR has waited a THOUSAND YEARS trapped within a wretched tomb of ice, waiting to continue his MOST DESTRUCTIVE reign of dominance! What makes Ravager foolishly believe that HE wants it MORE?

Because he has to live with the fact that in spite of his GREAT ACHIEVEMENTS and GREAT SKILLS in combat, he can never fully prove himself to be the GREAT-EST?

He openly claims he will go to any lengths and take me to my LIMITS to rid himself the stagnant curse of DEFEAT that lingers over him like the undying stench of SMEGMA! That is all well and good… but this is the FINAL FOUR, Son of Ander! Possessing the ability to go to any length and take any opponent to his limit should be EXPECTED of one who has made it this far and survived so many other brave and valiant warriors that have fallen in the past few months!

A good thing, to see that in spite of all his self-doubt, he can muster the courage to give me his ALL in order to conquer the unconquerable… but I am WORRIED about poor Ravager’s chances of success as he overlooks HOW FAR the GREAT OLVIR can go!

In the RING…

…and in INCHES!! HA HA HA HA!!

To this day, I STILL stand undefeated!

Terry “The Idol” Anderson
Well… technically, Olvir, there ARE a couple losses on your record. But what’s important to note that none of those losses came from the standard means of pinfall or submission. In fact, one of those losses came from an unlikely victory who found himself in the final moments pinned between your foot and there person between him and the mat.

Olvir Arsvinnar
EXACTLY!! While there ARE trivial and most FOOLISH technicalities, it still stands that there has NOT BEEN A MAN to PIN my Greatness! I have a REPUTATION as an unstoppable POWERHOUSE at stake in this very match, which is just as important, if not MORE, than the prize that awaits me at the end of this tournament!

And this beardless Ravager, with his two years of lacking the GLORY he yearns for, thinks he can stand in MY way to preserve my immortality?!

(He throws his maned head back and emits a BOISTEROUS PEAL of laughter!)

Olvir Arsvinnar
HA HA HA HA!! A WELCOME challenge, and a NOBLE cause!

(His eyes suddenly narrow and he grows much more serious.)

Olvir Arsvinnar
But one that is DOOMED as soon as the shadow of my horns falls upon his PUNY hide!

Terry “The Idol” Anderson
Well, if you ask me, Olvir… what we have here is a young, obviously talented athlete dedicates two years of his life to achieving his dream, and just can’t get there no matter how hard he tries. Now, in what some would call a most non-chivalrous act, you’re going in there with every intention to leave those dream SHATTERED.

Some would say the honorable thing to do would just be the man earn what he’s spent all this time working for… maybe in an act of pity…

(Terry blinks, as something suddenly occurs to him.)

Terry “The Idol” Anderson
But then…

“PITY”… is HARDLY a trait in a VIKING.

(A smile spreads across Olvir’s face. He delivers a fraternal SLAP to the back of the seasoned reporter and former wrestler… and amazingly, Anderson stays on his feet!)

Olvir Arsvinnar
NOW you’re beginning to catch a glimpse of the MIND of a Norseman, Son of Ander!

Of course I will show no PITY to poor, meager RAVAGER and his losses that only fuel his self-doubt and fear of MORE failure! He has struggled for two years to earn this opportunity… but misfortune has put him against not only a Viking, but the GREATEST VIKING of ALL TIME!!

And what does a Viking do?

Terry “The Idol” Anderson
He rapes, he pillages, and he leaves ashes and bastards in his wake.

Olvir Arsvinnar
YES, Son of Ander! Similarly, I will RAPE and PILLAGE the ambitions of Ravager, as is the nature of a TRUE Viking!

“Nothing personal… YUST BUSINESS!!”

HA HA HA HA!!

(He turns back to his servants manning the vessel, now exiting the Los Angeles city limits and entering open road.)

Olvir Arsvinnar
FASTER, loyal dwarves! The Great Olvir ANTICIPATES his RAVAGING the goals of the RAVAGER! HA HA HA HA!!

(They stab the gas, and the engine ROARS as the dragon ship, in ridiculous splendor, picks up speed and zooms on down the freeway, bound east.)

 

[Ravager]

Re: Valhalla Productions 208 - Final Fourway

Ravager sits backstage after Fracas on 4th Avenue. It was not a good night to say the least, as he spits blood and tries to regain his breath. NAPW interviewer Josh Reynolds tries to get a word with him.

Reynolds: Ravager, obviously this is a bad time, but you have a huge match coming up in TEAM...

Ravager spits out another mouthful of blood, then points to the bruises on his throat.

Reynolds: You'll have a statement later, I take it?

Ravager's glare works better than any nod would. Reynolds walks off, leaving Ravager to seethe in the locker room.

Cut to a few days later. The bruises on Ravager's throat are still present, but he's in a somewhat better mood as he stands in front of the TEAM Invitational Banner. His voice is raspy after the damage he took last show.

Looks like I picked the wrong week to get dropped throat first on a guardrail. Especially when I have an opponent who has given me so much to talk about. I'll keep this brief, since I may not be at my most comprehensible right now. And for that I apologize, Olvir. You have shown me more respect than any competitor so far in this tournament. Very few people would give their opponent the credit you have given me. And I thank you for that. Considering your record in the ring, and how much longer you have been waiting to get to the top of this business, you really didn't need to show me any courtesy.

But you did. And so now we have to wonder, what will that do to my mindset going into the match?

Ravager smirks a bit.

Not a whole lot. Considering this same man promised to rape and pillage my ambitions. Ravage my goals. You promised no pity. I never expected any. Not from you, or any of my other opponents. Granted, my other opponents haven't been waiting a thousand years for glory. My other opponents haven't been as big and strong as you. My other opponents don't have an army of dwarfs and a dragon ship at his disposal.

Ravager stops to think for a second. Yes. he did just say those words out loud. Oh well...

My other opponents have all been quite different that you, to say the least. So does that mean I'm any less prepared? No. I have to accept that each opponent brings something new to the ring. Granted, not many bring as much as you do Olvir, but I'm always ready for surprises.

You'll have no pity? Good. It makes it easier for me to show no mercy. You have your Viking ways, I have mine. Stick to business. Cruel. Unmerciful. Cold. Effective. They've served me well this long, and they'll continue to do so. You bring everything you have Olvir, I'll bring nothing less than my best. You may have waited longer to get to this spot, but that will not help you when we finally face off. I mean, what better motivation can you give me? I have an opponent who has never been beaten by conventional means. I have an opponent who towers over me in size and strength, and has a seemingly huge experience advantage.

Now, how good will it be for me to beat you in the center of the ring? What will it do to all my future opponents who will see me take down the unstoppable Viking? You see Olvir, I have to beat you. Not just to win the Invitational, but to win the mental battle with every future opponent I'll have for the rest of my career. You, Olvir, are more than a mere stepping stone. Light years ahead of any career roadblock. Beating you is going to take me to greatness. You've prepared for a battle, but I don't think you've prepared for what you're really going to get:

This will be your Ragnarök, Olvir. This will be chaos, destruction, mass hysteria. This will be a match for the ages. I will fight you with everything I have, because in the end, I NEED this more than you. And I may have only waited two years, but damn it, I WANT this more than you. And if I have to send you to Valhalla to get what I want, so be it. I promise you every move I have at my disposal. I promise you a fight with honor. I promise my respect afterwards. All that, plus I promise to give you one more thing:

Your first loss. It might not be what you want. It might not be what you need. But it's all you'll be left with. But hey, don't Viking's pride themselves on a noble death?

I promise, I'll do my best to accommodate.

Nothing personal. Just business.

Fade to black.

 

[RStrawsma]

Valhalla Productions 209 - Ravager of Anuses

(Fade in on deck of the extravagant dragon ship, traveling down the American freeways toward its intended destination of Atlanta, Georgia. In the background, we can see the Rocky Mountains stretching high into the sky, indicating that much distance has passed since Arsvinnar and his minions have departed from Los Angeles.)

VALHALLA PRODUCTION COMPANY​

Presents​

(At hand in front of us, three of Olvir’s dwarven servants man what seems to be a rudimentary giant slingshot using two posts and a strip of elastic. Two of the workers pull back on the sling while a third, clad in heavy-duty plate armor, is firmly poised in the pocket, bracing himself for being made into a human projectile. When he’s finally pulled to as far as the elastic band can stretch, one of the other dwarves waves to somebody off camera.)

Dwarven Servant
You ready for the next one, boss?

(The camera pans over, finding OLVIR ARSVINNAR standing in nothing but a loin cloth and a Viking helmet, chest pushed out as he braces himself for said projectile.)

OLVIR ARSVINNAR​

In​

Olvir Arsvinnar
RELEASE HIM!!

(We pan back to the dwarves as they let go… and the camera follows, in SWIFT GRACE, as the iron-clad dwarf HURTLES through the air like an airborne torpedo, CRASHING into the chest of the mighty Viking! Olvir staggers… but remains standing, and with several metal CLUNKS, the flying dwarf peels from his bulging pectorals, falling into a heap at the berzerker’s feet.)

Olvir Arsvinnar
HA HA HA HA!! I remain IMPERVIOUS to all offense!!

"RAVAGER OF ANUSES"​

(The armored dwarf picks himself up and stumbles away, disoriented. We go back to the slingshot, where another armored dwarf puts himself into place…)

Olvir Arsvinnar
HALT!!

(They stop what they’re doing. Looking back to Olvir, two of his attractive odalisques drape his luxurious velvet robe across his broad shoulders.)

Olvir Arsvinnar
We will continue this exercise of endurance another time! I have now have the burning URGE to work on my CONDITIONING!!

(He grins massively at his two wenches, lassoing them into his massive arms.)

Olvir Arsvinnar
There is NOTHING that prepares me better for the long, exhausting battle that awaits me than the glorious HUMPING and PUMPING of your furtive HINDS!!

HA HA HA HA!!

(He’s about to lead them down to his quarters below, for the GLORIOUS consummation rites… when he’s stopped by Terry “The Idol” Anderson, with a mic in hand as if it were an eleventh finger.)

Terry “The Idol” Anderson
Hey, Olvir… got a minute?

Olvir Arsvinnar
Son of Ander! You DARE impede my glorious desire to FORNICATE these noble maidens?!

Terry “The Idol” Anderson
Well… I hope you forgive me. You see, I figured since literally half of your daily activities involve doing just that, you could probably defer it for a few minutes in favor of an opportunity to share more of your thoughts and opinions on your upcoming match with Ravager.

A lot is at stake in this match, you know. You’ve been doing a lot of unusual training to prepare yourself for the task. But a lot of people want to know what’s going on in your head right now.

Olvir Arsvinnar
BAH!! Another lesson you must learn, Son of Ander, in order to think like a Viking, is that the WILL of a Viking cannot be denied! Much like I will NOT be denied the prestigious victory that awaits me in Atlantis, I will NOT be denied my imminent desire to dominate these fine and beautiful arses!!

Terry “The Idol” Anderson
But… if I didn’t ask you to speak your mind for the fans watching at home… wouldn’t that be denying your infallible word from being spoken to the masses?

Olvir Arsvinnar
Hmmm…

(After a moment’s thought, Olvir whispers something to his two lady acquaintances, who go down below without him. Olvir motions for Anderson to follow him over to the rail, where the two look out for miles over the range of mountains on the horizon.)

Olvir Arsvinnar
Very well, Son of Ander! You are WISE to remind me of my noble MESSAGE! After all, a Viking’s POWERFUL, EARTH-SHAKING VOICE must ring across the entire globe, his battle-cry striking FEAR in the hearts of his opponents! You are most astute in remembering this!

You have asked me numerous questions over past months, Talk Man of the Fuzzy Phallus… but TODAY, I ask YOU the questions! You will think of your answers with the logic of VIKING, as part of your training! This meditation will hopefully help you to UNDERSTAND the Greatness that awaits you!

Now I ask you, IDOL… to think of a man against impossible odds, his back against the wall, the hour of doom upon him! Think of a man wracked with DESPERATION, with the worry of survival being his chief plight! I ask you, Son of Ander, if that man were in the noble arena square, how do you expect him to fight?

Terry “The Idol” Anderson
Well, Olvir, in my experience, a man with his back against the wall uses that extra bit of desperation to fight on longer and harder than what would originally be expected of him. He’d be capable of spectacular feats that he couldn’t perform under normal circumstances. More than that, it takes an outstanding amount of effort just to put him down for good.

Olvir Arsvinnar
And… would you speak the same of RAVAGER?!

Terry “The Idol” Anderson
Given to the sincerity of his words in the past week, I’d say YES, he certainly seems to be a desperate man in desperate circumstances—or at least that’s how he sees himself, given his conviction to redeeming his past failures. As you could well expect, he could easily keep his promise of giving you a battle to remember, because he’s more than willing to go down fighting.

Olvir Arsvinnar
A much anticipated contest then… but given how far four MIGHTY individuals have outlasted SIXTY OTHERS, one can easily see that the will to die fighting is merely a necessity for ANY man at this point!

I myself, the GREATNESS that is Olvir, have entered ever catastrophic battle thus far without the bothersome qualities of “RESTRAINT” or “MERCY.” I have fought every WAR under a similar mindset… not wracked by the desperate fear of failure, but ceaselessly HUNGERING for the glory and spoils that await him in magnificent VICTORY! As such, I have made sacrifices to my PERFECT body, pushed myself to every masculine limit this TOWER of flesh, bone, testosterone, and SEED could bring itself to!

Is it any surprise that I have DOMINATED the ranks of TEAM without showing any signs of my destructive rise ever slowing? Now, with victory in slight, the insatiable HUNGER for ultimate victory drives me even further, and I fight with MORE sacrifice, and push myself FURTHER, beyond man, beyond legend, even beyond that of a VIKING!

Such a never-ending lust to CONQUER the impassible obstacles of life has led my people to being one of the most feared races in the WORLD, and given them the courage to reach across OCEANS before any other civilization before them! We have never lived in fear of death, because… death is but a window to another world.

The Sean of the Stevens, in his valiant effort to defeat me, came closer than ANY man in humbling my magnificent pride! It was a realization, Son of Ander, of my own vulnerabilities! I now know that in order to continue my reign of CONQUEST, I must PUSH more than I ever have!

And as you know… I PUSH IT DEEP!! HA HA HA HA!!

Now I ask you, Terry, Son of Ander… with a man like Ravager, who claims he will fight as hard and as long as he can lest he face the dread of another agonizing defeat, HOW can he overcome a man who will go JUST as hard and JUST as long…

…and perhaps a bit MORE, by some inches??

Terry “The Idol” Anderson
You got me, Olvir. I guess wanting just isn’t enough in some circumstances.

(Olvir beams a MASSIVE smile, knowing the reporter has understood the point he’s trying to make. Now he turns his attention from Terry to… the camera, fierce blue eyes burning holes straight into the viewer.

Olvir Arsvinnar
As is the case for YOU, poor, poor RAVAGER, who inevitably will leave the glorious arena with RESPECT and FAVOR… but not the coveted WIN that you so desperately seek! You’ll be left to cope with another humbling DEFEAT… and regrettably, that will only add more weight to the heavy burden upon your shoulders!

RAVAGER… in recent weeks, you have ceaselessly spoken of your MOTIVATION and DRIVE… trying in vain to CONVINCE my Greatness that you want it more than any other man!

You desire victory because you cannot face another defeat… but admitting your own failures only proves that you CAN be defeated, while such a fate has been thus far easily avoided by the Great Olvir! Knowing such, and looking back at all those I have vanquished, ask yourself RAVAGER… if you are WORTHY enough to be the one who can BEAT the UNBEATEN!!

Naturally, this builds to your desire victory still because you NOW realize the coveted fame at stake, to be the man that TOPPLED my Greatness! You would be a FOOL to think the Great Olvir is merely an OBSTACLE for you to overcome! So many have tried before you, and ALL have failed! A day may come when I fall in battle, RAVAGER, but I promise it will be to a man who is considered by man to be LEGENDARY in this noble sport—not a man trying in vain to prove himself as such!

Perhaps you forget there is equally much for ME to gain in overcoming YOU, in soundly defeating one of TEAM’s own champions, when he fights with the fiercest desperation and commitment! Such an act would be a bold, prominent statement to the people in TEAM that I not only have the intent, but also the UNMATCHABLE POWER to decisively put myself at the VERY PINNACLE of this noble sport! Such an act would also give the opponent that awaits me in the finals something to consider!

Yet regardless of your faulty motives, you have spoken MUCH of your dedication to succeed, and the death-defying lengths you will go to in order to defeat ME!!

Haven’t you yet realized that I have been EXPECTING THIS all along? I know everything you are capable of and everything you WILL do, because I know you are one of sixteen other fighters who has come this far in the brutal tournament, and I know it takes everything you promise to bring into battle for any man to have come this far.

And mark my words, Ravager, I’ll not be expected it, but fully prepared to OVERCOME IT!

Your inspiring words are thus WASTED when spoken to me, Ravager! You tell me NOTHING that I haven’t already considered with my infinite, all-knowing wisdom! It is almost as though you continue to speak of your commitment and dedication to win in attempt to blot out that odiferous stench of DOUBT that hovers about your like a flatulent cloud of GAS! You are commended for your passion, Beardless One, but IGNORANT in realizing that your lack of self-confidence will prove to be your undoing!

Only a MAN without FEAR will conquer this tournament, Ravager, and unfortunately for YOU, you FEAR the realization that you may be exposed as WEAK! To stand there and say that you NEED this victory to prove yourself as one of the greatest legends in the noble sport of professional wrestling, you only admit to your own inferiority!

You are a commendable man, Ravager, but while you carry the knowledge of defeat, you lack the knowledge of GREATNESS! Either it is a matter of lacking confidence, or lacking ability! Either way, you must find more than DESIRE if you have any hope of overcoming MY magnificent rise to IMMORTALITY!

HA HA HA HA!!

Isn’t that RIGHT, Son of Ander!?

(Olvir glances to his side, only to find that Terry somehow slipped out somewhere during the speech.)

Terry “The Idol” Anderson
Pull!

(A second armor-clad midget THROTTLES through the air, passing through the frame in only a split second and very much surprising Olvir. We hear a CRASH off-camera, followed by a loud GRUNT from Terry Anderson, who we now know took the full force of that latest exercise in endurance. Arsvinnar wears a proud smile.)

Olvir Arsvinnar
HA HA HA HA!! A NOBLE effort, Idol! I think I can see that dwarf’s face EMBEDDED in your clay-like chest!!

Now… what was my GREATNESS doing…?

(Rubbing his beard thoughtfully, the Viking catches sight of the two scantily clad ladies of his harem standing beside the stairs and waving to him. With the massive, hungering grin spreading across his face once again, Olvir bounds toward them, sweeps them off their feet in a single motion, and disappears below deck, where much domination is set to occur.)

 

[Ravager]

Re: Valhalla Productions 209 - Ravager of Anuses

Ravager sits in the stands, watching the ring being set up for TEAM Supershow VIII. His throat is still bruised. His voice is still a rasp. But his conviction remains the same.

You've shown me so much Olvir. An information overload. I see the spectacle you bring to the match. I hear your outrageous words. And I see the giant of a man who will face me in the ring. And I wonder:

Am I ready for this? Am I ready for a sexually charged Viking who has dwarfs launched at his chest?

He stops. Thinks. Yes, he actually did say those words out loud. Oh well..

Am I ready for the most unorthodox man to ever stand across the ring from me? Do I truly lack self confidence, as Olvir suggests? Will I be a notch in his bedpost?

Ravager smirks as he looks at the camera.

I may be smaller than you Olvir, but I'm no dwarf. I will launch myself at you with more force than any catapult ever could. I will keep coming and coming until I leave you limp and lifeless on the mat...

Ravager sighs...

Been studying him too long...

Olvir. I may not have the centuries of experience you do, but I'm no rookie. You will not rattle me with your flare for the outlandish. You might as well leave the dwarfs and the maidens at home. Park the dragon ship. You won't need them against me. I am all business. No nonsense. I come here to fight. I come here to win. Just like you. Only difference between us? I don't need mystique to win the bout before the match even begins. You may have intimidated your previous opponents, but I have way to little humor to be taken in by you. I do not fear you, Olvir. You've mistaken respect for fear. I realize what it'll mean for me to beat you. I realize how much I need to beat you. But you are not my only path to greatness. I've proven my greatness all over. Holding the NAPW title longer than anyone else. Defending it more than anyone ever has or will. I've proven my greatness by holding the TEAM Challenge title for over a year. The only TEAM title to never change hands. I've beaten the best, I've beaten the biggest. I've beaten the craziest. And I can beat you. You may dominate the maidens, you may be the scourge of dwarfs. But you haven't had anyone fight back like me. I won't be an easy conquest for you Olvir. You're going to have to work long and hard. You're going to have to sweat and groan and ... damn it!

Ravager shakes his head in disgust with himself as he tries to get back on track.

I will be the match of a millennia for you, Olvir. I will make the immortal mortal. I will humble the proud. I will leave you flaccid and unsatisfied. Not because I hate you. Not because I don't respect you. I will break you because it will get me to the Finals of the TEAM Invitational. I will not let my goals be squashed by any man, animal or "god". You may tower over me Olvir. But you will learn one thing when we collide:

Size doesn't matter, and I will not come up short against you. Don't worry, I'll make sure this'll be as good for you as it is for me. See you soon Olvir.

Fade to Black.