Post by Chris Casino on Dec 10, 2005 15:06:41 GMT -5
- The Rebuttal -
Inside the huge penthouse suite of Chris Casino the mood is relaxed and easy going. The sweet sound of Frankie are playing on the CD player and the lights are down low as if to help set the mood. Casino is standing next to his huge Bay window, drink in hand, and humming along with "Ol' Blue Eyes" himself. Casino polishes the last of his drink and walks over to his fully stocked mini-bar. As he makes himself another Gin & Tonic we notice the ever present Chris Casino smirk on his face. It's the smirk of a man who has everything he could ever want. Well, almost everything. Dressed as always in one of his many silk tailor made suits, he takes a seat on a bar stool and clears his throat.
Casino: D!, you pathetic tool. I just caught your little song and dance on the tube and I gotta say...It's about as entertaining as a root canal. Seriously D!, get over yourself. You and I both know that you suck, so why not just admit the fact and get on with it? While I sat on my leather sofa and watched your insufferable little interview on my plasma screen TV, one thing kept popping into my head. D! is a horribly misguided man child. Well, that and you dress like a homeless person but that's neither here nor there.
Casino takes a sip from his drink, places the glass on the table and pulls a Cuban cigar out from inside his coat pocket. He fishes around in another pocket, finds his book of matches and lights up the cigar. He takes a couple of puffs and slowly exhales the smoke towards the ceiling.
Casino: Nothing like a fine cigar D!. You see I want nothing less than the very best, Hell I demand nothing less than the best. But I feel that by facing both you and that loser Lobo that I'm having to lower the bar for myself a little...No...A lot. As you know I come from the greatest city in the World baby. Las Vegas - Sin City if you will. I didn't have to come to NAPW to slum it with the likes of you or Lobo but I wanted my hordes of Canadian fans, as ignorant as they are, to finally see me up close and personal. I wanted to take a long shot - sure to fail promotion in NAPW and make it into a sure thing. But to do this I have to slap around the likes of Lobo and the delusional D!. As if that'll be a problem.
First of all...Where the Hell is Lobo? Maybe he's off getting a much needed flea bath. Or maybe he knows something you fail to realize D! That I am the future of NAPW and you? You the past. You're the guy they give the belt to until REAL talent comes to town. A transitional champ in every since of the word. Look at the people you've faced before me...A bunch of nobodies. But yet you're proud to call yourself a champion. How sad. But for all I know you're out there hand picking these losers just to ensure your little title run. You wanted your little belt and you got it. Hell, they damn near handed it to you. You say you ain't in this game for money or fame so that tells me that you know...you KNOW...that you'll never be more than a headliner on Action after I bitch slap you and take the NAPW World Title.
D! if I ever wanted found myself wanting to follow in your footsteps I'd shot myself on the spot. Your lack of talent is embarrassing. Your in ring ability is right up there with a six year olds. Your interviews? Long, monotonous and boring as Hell. I would NEVER lower myself to your standards D! I do belive you when you say that I'm not getting into your head. Jesus, nothing could get into that thick skull of yours. Not even the truth. When you talked about possible retribution from Winchell I about fell off the couch with laughter. I don't give a damn if his ass is from Canada. He's just like every other dirty Canadian running around here playing the drama queen role. Winchell...Won't touch me D! He sees something in me that he'll never see in you. He sees a future for his company. When he looks at you he just sees some cat who had to mow his lawn just to get a job here in NAPW. I shudder at what you had to do in order to have that belt handed to you.
Casino checks his Rolex and smiles.
Casino: We're gonna have to rap this up sport. Unlike you I have a life. But before I take my leave...If we can be serious for a moment.
Casino clears his throat.
Casino: I know about loss D!. Your speech about your little friend who took her life...It...It...(lets out an sniffle) It touched me buddy. Right here.
Casino grabs his crotch and grins.
Casino: Bitch this ain't "As The World Turns" this is wrestling. No one, least of all myself gives a damn about some chick friend of yours who swan dived off a bridge. Get your head in the game D!. At Monday Night Fights I will beat your ass like you stole from me and become the #1 contender to your title. You can't stop the future D! so don't even try.
The doorbell chimes and Casino saunters over and opens the door. Standing in the hallway are two beautiful blondes in mink coats.
Casino: Nice.
The girls step into the apartment and open their mink coats to reveal sexy lingerie underneath.
Casino: Even better.
Casino closes the door as the girls make a mad dash for the bedroom.
Casino: Now if you'll excuse me D! I have training to do.
- cut to a commercial for MNF! -
Inside the huge penthouse suite of Chris Casino the mood is relaxed and easy going. The sweet sound of Frankie are playing on the CD player and the lights are down low as if to help set the mood. Casino is standing next to his huge Bay window, drink in hand, and humming along with "Ol' Blue Eyes" himself. Casino polishes the last of his drink and walks over to his fully stocked mini-bar. As he makes himself another Gin & Tonic we notice the ever present Chris Casino smirk on his face. It's the smirk of a man who has everything he could ever want. Well, almost everything. Dressed as always in one of his many silk tailor made suits, he takes a seat on a bar stool and clears his throat.
Casino: D!, you pathetic tool. I just caught your little song and dance on the tube and I gotta say...It's about as entertaining as a root canal. Seriously D!, get over yourself. You and I both know that you suck, so why not just admit the fact and get on with it? While I sat on my leather sofa and watched your insufferable little interview on my plasma screen TV, one thing kept popping into my head. D! is a horribly misguided man child. Well, that and you dress like a homeless person but that's neither here nor there.
Casino takes a sip from his drink, places the glass on the table and pulls a Cuban cigar out from inside his coat pocket. He fishes around in another pocket, finds his book of matches and lights up the cigar. He takes a couple of puffs and slowly exhales the smoke towards the ceiling.
Casino: Nothing like a fine cigar D!. You see I want nothing less than the very best, Hell I demand nothing less than the best. But I feel that by facing both you and that loser Lobo that I'm having to lower the bar for myself a little...No...A lot. As you know I come from the greatest city in the World baby. Las Vegas - Sin City if you will. I didn't have to come to NAPW to slum it with the likes of you or Lobo but I wanted my hordes of Canadian fans, as ignorant as they are, to finally see me up close and personal. I wanted to take a long shot - sure to fail promotion in NAPW and make it into a sure thing. But to do this I have to slap around the likes of Lobo and the delusional D!. As if that'll be a problem.
First of all...Where the Hell is Lobo? Maybe he's off getting a much needed flea bath. Or maybe he knows something you fail to realize D! That I am the future of NAPW and you? You the past. You're the guy they give the belt to until REAL talent comes to town. A transitional champ in every since of the word. Look at the people you've faced before me...A bunch of nobodies. But yet you're proud to call yourself a champion. How sad. But for all I know you're out there hand picking these losers just to ensure your little title run. You wanted your little belt and you got it. Hell, they damn near handed it to you. You say you ain't in this game for money or fame so that tells me that you know...you KNOW...that you'll never be more than a headliner on Action after I bitch slap you and take the NAPW World Title.
D! if I ever wanted found myself wanting to follow in your footsteps I'd shot myself on the spot. Your lack of talent is embarrassing. Your in ring ability is right up there with a six year olds. Your interviews? Long, monotonous and boring as Hell. I would NEVER lower myself to your standards D! I do belive you when you say that I'm not getting into your head. Jesus, nothing could get into that thick skull of yours. Not even the truth. When you talked about possible retribution from Winchell I about fell off the couch with laughter. I don't give a damn if his ass is from Canada. He's just like every other dirty Canadian running around here playing the drama queen role. Winchell...Won't touch me D! He sees something in me that he'll never see in you. He sees a future for his company. When he looks at you he just sees some cat who had to mow his lawn just to get a job here in NAPW. I shudder at what you had to do in order to have that belt handed to you.
Casino checks his Rolex and smiles.
Casino: We're gonna have to rap this up sport. Unlike you I have a life. But before I take my leave...If we can be serious for a moment.
Casino clears his throat.
Casino: I know about loss D!. Your speech about your little friend who took her life...It...It...(lets out an sniffle) It touched me buddy. Right here.
Casino grabs his crotch and grins.
Casino: Bitch this ain't "As The World Turns" this is wrestling. No one, least of all myself gives a damn about some chick friend of yours who swan dived off a bridge. Get your head in the game D!. At Monday Night Fights I will beat your ass like you stole from me and become the #1 contender to your title. You can't stop the future D! so don't even try.
The doorbell chimes and Casino saunters over and opens the door. Standing in the hallway are two beautiful blondes in mink coats.
Casino: Nice.
The girls step into the apartment and open their mink coats to reveal sexy lingerie underneath.
Casino: Even better.
Casino closes the door as the girls make a mad dash for the bedroom.
Casino: Now if you'll excuse me D! I have training to do.
- cut to a commercial for MNF! -