Post by Chris Casino on Dec 11, 2005 1:37:25 GMT -5
- Boredom Has Set In -
We find our hero of the story, Chris Casino lounging comfortably on his leather sofa with his ever present smirk etched on his face. Dressed simply in a pair of blue jeans and white tee shirt, Casino looks bored by our very presence. The lights in the penthouse are low and in the background Frank Sinatra croons "I Did It My Way" softly on the stereo system. We also hear the unmistakable sounds of women giggling in the bedroom in the back. It's been a busy night for the savior of NAPW.
Casino: Well...Seems our heterosexually challenged friend D! is quite the comedian. At least we know what line of work his sorry ass will be going into after I beat him not only at Monday Night Fights but for his World Heavyweight Title. Maybe I can get you a job at one of the casinos in Vegas. Someplace nice. Like Earl's Waffle Hut & Casinos.
Chris picks up a remote and turns on the plasma screen television. We are treated to all of D!'s matches.
Casino: I've watched every sorry excuse for a match you've been in since your start here in the NAPW. When you told me you had only been wrestling six weeks I thought it was a joke. But now...After suffering through match after match with you as it's star I can see that you are indeed - A pathetic, no talent havin', ass kissin', dirty Canadian reject who thinks he's someone special.
You know who you fought before I came up to this promotion? Nobodies. You fought people who were better suited for a career at rounding up shopping carts at Wal-Mart than wrestling. I even watched your little Black Thursday match with what's his face. One word. Putrid. I actually was in fear for the popcorn vendors, because the very MOMENT your music hit the fans rushed from their seats. Oh, but wait....The fans love you. So you think. Let me clue you in on something I learned the hard way. The fans...Only care about winners.
The fans, they're fickle. One minute they love ya. But I guarantee you something D!. When I win the match at Monday Night Fights and THEN go on to beat your useless ass for the World Title they'll forget about you in a New York minute. Until me, the only person they had to gauge talent by was you D!. How horrible is that? Here you are, the World Champion NOT because you beat the best but because you beat some loser, who was then followed up by more losers.
But D!, I'm different kid. While you're off making home movies I'm sitting here thinking about what excuse you'll have when I win the World Title. Will you piss and moan about it? Will you curl up and die? Or will you hang around long after no one cares about you like that other dirty stupid Canadian Bret Hart? Personally D!, I want you to stick around. I don't know why but for some reason the rubes around here like you. They chant your name. They buy your crap at the merchandise table. But...It'll all change. The training wheels are off now kid, time to see if you can ride with the big boys.
Casino uses his remote to pause the images on his TV.
Casino: When I look at you D! I get sick to my stomach. If the sport I love has fallen so low as to allow a nobody like you to wear a World Title...Hell, ANY title then something must be done. When this dump signed me they knew they were getting a man who could lead them and their company to a bright future. They saw something in me that they've yet to see in you. Potential. Well, that and good hygiene. Let's make a deal D!, just between us. I beat you...You shake my hand and spare us all the misery of hearing some bitch fest of a promo. I lose...And I'll grant you the respect you seem to crave. hell, beat me and I'll be a belive in you D!.
Casino punches a few buttons on his remote and the image on the screen changes to that of a close up of D!.
Casino: You'll never be a star in this industry until you beat the best. D!, I am the best. Not only here in NAPW but in the World. Until you beat me, until you put my shoulders down for a three count you'll always be a sham of a champion. A fraud. But hey...It's up to you really. You wanna keep wrestling and beating losers like Lobo, Mirage or any number of the questionable talent here in NAPW be my guest. I'll just sit by the sidelines and smirk with the knowledge that you never had the balls to put that belt up against REAL talent.
Casino punches a button on the remote and we see the image of D! slowly fade away to black.
Casino: You never bet against Chris casino kid. Never. (smiles) Or should I say...You never bet against your NEXT World Champion Chris Casino?
- cut to a commercial for Canadian Tourism. We got snow! -
We find our hero of the story, Chris Casino lounging comfortably on his leather sofa with his ever present smirk etched on his face. Dressed simply in a pair of blue jeans and white tee shirt, Casino looks bored by our very presence. The lights in the penthouse are low and in the background Frank Sinatra croons "I Did It My Way" softly on the stereo system. We also hear the unmistakable sounds of women giggling in the bedroom in the back. It's been a busy night for the savior of NAPW.
Casino: Well...Seems our heterosexually challenged friend D! is quite the comedian. At least we know what line of work his sorry ass will be going into after I beat him not only at Monday Night Fights but for his World Heavyweight Title. Maybe I can get you a job at one of the casinos in Vegas. Someplace nice. Like Earl's Waffle Hut & Casinos.
Chris picks up a remote and turns on the plasma screen television. We are treated to all of D!'s matches.
Casino: I've watched every sorry excuse for a match you've been in since your start here in the NAPW. When you told me you had only been wrestling six weeks I thought it was a joke. But now...After suffering through match after match with you as it's star I can see that you are indeed - A pathetic, no talent havin', ass kissin', dirty Canadian reject who thinks he's someone special.
You know who you fought before I came up to this promotion? Nobodies. You fought people who were better suited for a career at rounding up shopping carts at Wal-Mart than wrestling. I even watched your little Black Thursday match with what's his face. One word. Putrid. I actually was in fear for the popcorn vendors, because the very MOMENT your music hit the fans rushed from their seats. Oh, but wait....The fans love you. So you think. Let me clue you in on something I learned the hard way. The fans...Only care about winners.
The fans, they're fickle. One minute they love ya. But I guarantee you something D!. When I win the match at Monday Night Fights and THEN go on to beat your useless ass for the World Title they'll forget about you in a New York minute. Until me, the only person they had to gauge talent by was you D!. How horrible is that? Here you are, the World Champion NOT because you beat the best but because you beat some loser, who was then followed up by more losers.
But D!, I'm different kid. While you're off making home movies I'm sitting here thinking about what excuse you'll have when I win the World Title. Will you piss and moan about it? Will you curl up and die? Or will you hang around long after no one cares about you like that other dirty stupid Canadian Bret Hart? Personally D!, I want you to stick around. I don't know why but for some reason the rubes around here like you. They chant your name. They buy your crap at the merchandise table. But...It'll all change. The training wheels are off now kid, time to see if you can ride with the big boys.
Casino uses his remote to pause the images on his TV.
Casino: When I look at you D! I get sick to my stomach. If the sport I love has fallen so low as to allow a nobody like you to wear a World Title...Hell, ANY title then something must be done. When this dump signed me they knew they were getting a man who could lead them and their company to a bright future. They saw something in me that they've yet to see in you. Potential. Well, that and good hygiene. Let's make a deal D!, just between us. I beat you...You shake my hand and spare us all the misery of hearing some bitch fest of a promo. I lose...And I'll grant you the respect you seem to crave. hell, beat me and I'll be a belive in you D!.
Casino punches a few buttons on his remote and the image on the screen changes to that of a close up of D!.
Casino: You'll never be a star in this industry until you beat the best. D!, I am the best. Not only here in NAPW but in the World. Until you beat me, until you put my shoulders down for a three count you'll always be a sham of a champion. A fraud. But hey...It's up to you really. You wanna keep wrestling and beating losers like Lobo, Mirage or any number of the questionable talent here in NAPW be my guest. I'll just sit by the sidelines and smirk with the knowledge that you never had the balls to put that belt up against REAL talent.
Casino punches a button on the remote and we see the image of D! slowly fade away to black.
Casino: You never bet against Chris casino kid. Never. (smiles) Or should I say...You never bet against your NEXT World Champion Chris Casino?
- cut to a commercial for Canadian Tourism. We got snow! -