Post by Chris Casino on Feb 2, 2007 15:28:55 GMT -5
"So it comes down to this. The reunited Doomriders against The Untouchables. NAPW's last line of defense will take center stage at Cold Snap in an effort to stop the juggernaut that I have created. Hell, NAPW has even stacked the deck in The Doomriders favor with this ridiculous No Holds Barred Stipulation. No doubt Northern Alberta Pro Wrestling has finally woken up to it's future. A future that has this company in the complete control of revolutionaries. The Untouchables. We formed for one simple reason, to destroy the establishment. To break down the corrupt backstage politics that have held down men of our stature while pushing lesser talent to the moon. Since our formation this company has thrown everyone they can against us in a pitiful effort to halt our growing momentum. Evan Cartwright, Patrick Bickle, Simply Beautiful and other so called superstars have fallen before us. What makes this company think that The Doomriders will be any different? At the end of the day The Doomriders will simply end up like all the others who have opposed us. Broken. Beaten. Two more victims on The Untouchables reign of destruction and pain."
We open on the posh living room of Chris Casino and find him relaxing on his leather sofa. From his body language he seems to be a man without concern, a man at ease with himself. He's dressed casually for us tonight wearing a simple black Untouchables tee shirt and a pair of faded blue jeans. In the background we can hear the soothing sounds of Sade crooning about a "Sweetest Taboo." Casino regards us with a smirk, the kind of smirk that makes us think he could care less if we were here or not. Laying on the coffee table in front of Casino is a beautiful looking Championship belt. The engraving is impossible to miss, it reads "Pure Honor Champion"
Casino: Like the belt? It used to be The Kiniski Cup. However after my win over Patrick Bickle I stayed true to my word and had the Kiniski Cup melted down. From there I had this new Pure Honor title custom made for yours truly. The old title? I mailed it to that pathetic loser Patrick Bickle as a reminder of what could have been. I even included the instructions on how to work the LED readout. What can I say? I'm a prince of a guy. The remaining pieces of the Kiniski Cup have been fashioned into bracelets, necklaces and other trinkets that are currently on sale at ChrisCasino.com. But enough about my domination of the Pure Honor division, let's talk about something more pressing. The Doomriders.
Casino: In less than a week NAPW wheels out their weapons of mass destruction in the forms of "Sick" Billy Kryenik and "Superstar" Tommy Deathrow in an effort to stop The Untouchables. While this match certainly has the wrestling world abuzz I just don't see what all the hoopla is about. Sure I'll admit that The Doomriders are possibly there most violent team in NAPW history. I'll even go so far as to say that without Tommy Deathrow hanging on his coattails that Billy Kryenik could be a future Heavyweight Champion. But to say that this team can stop The Untouchables is simply ridiculous. For all their hype, for all their rabid blood thirsty fans that The Doomriders have collected here in NAPW, to me they're possibly the most overrated team in wrestling.
Casino: You doubt me? Let's look at the facts, because as we all know the facts don't lie. Since their arrival here in NAPW the team of The Doomriders have won exactly zero Tag Team championships. They couldn't beat DX despite repeated efforts. But yet lesser teams such as The Dudes or The Delivery Men had at least one run with Tag Team gold. If The Doomies are so damn good then why is it that they couldn't wear the gold? It's because they're not as good as they want you to think they are. When you look past all the smoke and mirrors you see that The Doomriders are about as great a team as Wayne Wright and The Moose.
Casino gets up from his sofa and makes his way to the wet bar. He hums as he mixes himself a drink.
Casino: Let's look at each man individually shall we? We'll start with that homeless street bum Tommy Deathrow. This is a man whose greatest claim to fame was being involved in NAPW's first and hopefully only TaiPei death match...Against his own partner. People, myself included, used to say that it was Kryenik that was the weak link of The Doomriders. But looking back I see the how mistaken I was. Not only could Deathrow not win Tag Gold with "Sick" Billy but he couldn't even win a Tag Title with Krusty Kid Paul. Two supposedly great tag teams...No gold to show for them. Just recently Tommy tried to cheat his way into a Provincial Title win against Untouchable Kurt Castle. He failed.
Casino: So where does that put us? Tommy Deathrow, member of not one but two of the most popular tag teams in NAPW history and not one piece of Gold to show for it. I'm sure he'll respond by saying that titles are not important to him, but he's lying. History remembers those who have conquered. Not those who came in second. Tommy you talk of your fury and our destruction by your hands. I say (BLEEP) you Tommy. You're nothing. When Billy was on the shelf NAPW management only kept you around so that you could be their curtain jerker. They let you stay on payroll hoping against hope that you would mature into a marketable star. You're a failure Deathrow. Do I fear you? No. Do I pity you? Indeed.
Casino walks over to the large bay window and looks out into the night. He takes a sip from his drink and sighs.
Casino: Tommy, after our match at Cold Snap is over I'm going to do something...Nice for you. After The Untouchables smash you into oblivion I want to make you an offer. Tommy Deathrow...I want you to be the official Untouchables luggage handler. That's right Tommy, I want you to be the guy who makes sure our luggage gets to the right hotel, I want you to be the man who carries my bags from arena to arena. I figure you're at least that talented. Think about it Tommy, after you lose yet another important match you'll be able to be part of the hottest stable in this promotions history. Sleep on it, give it some thought. Because lord knows that carrying my luggage would be a career highlight for the so called "Superstar."
Casino laughs at the thought of Tommy Deathrow being his gopher. Of course he'd have to teach Tommy how to read first. But then again it would be worth it.
Casino: Now let's move on to "Sick" Billy Kryenik. The winner of the 2007 Canadian Cup. Congrats scout. Like I've said before it only took you two times but hey you won right? I was however shocked that you didn't choke in the finals against Castle like you did with Caliber the year before. It's so rare that you actually win anything that I was stunned with your victory. Unlike your homeless partner, you've tasted Tag Team gold. You held the belts with my former running partner Evan Cartwright as the Bi-Polar Express. However, you never actually beat any team for that strap did you Kryenik? No, Evan simply handed you the belt and you ran with it.
Casino: Did it ever bother you Billy? To know that you were only given that title because NAPW fired me? That you were nothing more than a paper champion? For the newbies, Evan and I beat DX to win the Tag Gold, something you and your life partner could never do. A month later NAPW got fed up with my "backstage antics" and fired me. That however left them with a problem, their golden boy Evan Cartwright was without a partner. What did they do? They didn't strip him of the belts like any reasonable promotion would do, no they let him simply hand over my half of the tag gold to a garbage wrestler like yourself.
Casino: After that it was wine and roses was it not? You and Evan made a cute couple. Of course within a few months your cracked like an egg and the two of you dropped the belts to The Delivery Men. After that I belive you got hurt or something I dunno I didn't keep up with your miserable excuse for a career. Why should I? All you've done in NAPW is get handed a title on a silver platter, wrestle a pointless TaiPei death match against your former partner and talk to an imaginary rabbit. As pathetic as Tommy is, I know that he can't help it. He's mentally retarded. You on the other hand had so much potential. At one time. If you compare our careers since we both came back to NAPW you'll see quite the difference.
A knock comes at the door and Casino turns to see his manager Raul Havok silently entering the room. Havok spots the NAPW camera crew and makes sure he's not in the way of his clients promo.
Casino: Back At Anniversary Assault when the sheep in the audience called for you to have "one more match" they meant just that. One. More. Match. They didn't want to see you stick around and continue your mediocre career. Since our respective returns to NAPW I'm 7-0 scout. Undefeated. I've won the Pure Honor Title and beaten people like Simply Beautiful and Patrick Bickle. You? You couldn't even beat Patrick Kidd for the Provincial Title. A man who by the way I beat into retirement. But hey...You won that Canadian Cup right? That's something. That is if NAPW ever lets you cash in your prize.
Raul Havok walks over and takes a seat on the leather sofa as Casino watches him.
Havok: Billy will no doubt bring up the fact that he beat you in the 2006 Canadian Cup tourney.
Casino: Pffffft, every dog has his day Raul. Tommy already brought up that loss as if I care. I'm the first ever Triple Crown Champion, the only Grand Slam winner. Tommy Deathrow signs his name with a crayon for Gods sake. So Billy beat me in the semi finals last year, not like I was ever handed a title by a company because someone quit.
Havok: (laughs) People are saying that you and Kenny won't stand a chance against The Doomriders at Cold Snap. They think that the no holds barred stipulation will be to their advantage.
This time it's Casino who laughs.
Casino: These "people" are no doubt the disgruntled wrestlers I've beaten since my return. Raul answer me something.
Havok: Fire away champ.
Casino: What have I been asking people to do since my return to NAPW?
Havok: (smirks) To shut your mouth.
Casino: Correct. How many have succeeded?
Havok: Not one person or team Chris.
Casino: Why is that?
Havok: Because you're the best champ.
Casino: Indeed.
Casino leaves his spot by the window and walks towards the camera, talking all the way.
Casino: Doomriders, you don't mean shit to me. You're just another pair of losers who have been made to look great by NAPW. At Cold Snap not only will The Untouchables beat you two overrated losers but I'll add yet another win to my record. The Untouchables will not be stopped by mere street thugs. We're in the midst of a war here friends, casualties have already started to mount. Billy & Tommy, don't expect any goofy celebrity spots from me this time around. Don't expect any mercy from my hands. You two will bleed like you've never bled before.
Casino: The Doomriders are nothing. They're yesterdays news. Stars from days past. The Untouchables are the future of NAPW. We will not be denied. We cannot lose. In a way I'm glad that this match has no rules. Why? Because now you two won't get yourselves counted out or DQ'd on purpose when we're kicking your asses. Cold Snap ends one era, the era of The Doomriders and it signals the start of another. That being the era of...The Untouchables.
Casino reaches out with his free hand and palms the camera sending us to black.
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[/center]We open on the posh living room of Chris Casino and find him relaxing on his leather sofa. From his body language he seems to be a man without concern, a man at ease with himself. He's dressed casually for us tonight wearing a simple black Untouchables tee shirt and a pair of faded blue jeans. In the background we can hear the soothing sounds of Sade crooning about a "Sweetest Taboo." Casino regards us with a smirk, the kind of smirk that makes us think he could care less if we were here or not. Laying on the coffee table in front of Casino is a beautiful looking Championship belt. The engraving is impossible to miss, it reads "Pure Honor Champion"
Casino: Like the belt? It used to be The Kiniski Cup. However after my win over Patrick Bickle I stayed true to my word and had the Kiniski Cup melted down. From there I had this new Pure Honor title custom made for yours truly. The old title? I mailed it to that pathetic loser Patrick Bickle as a reminder of what could have been. I even included the instructions on how to work the LED readout. What can I say? I'm a prince of a guy. The remaining pieces of the Kiniski Cup have been fashioned into bracelets, necklaces and other trinkets that are currently on sale at ChrisCasino.com. But enough about my domination of the Pure Honor division, let's talk about something more pressing. The Doomriders.
Casino: In less than a week NAPW wheels out their weapons of mass destruction in the forms of "Sick" Billy Kryenik and "Superstar" Tommy Deathrow in an effort to stop The Untouchables. While this match certainly has the wrestling world abuzz I just don't see what all the hoopla is about. Sure I'll admit that The Doomriders are possibly there most violent team in NAPW history. I'll even go so far as to say that without Tommy Deathrow hanging on his coattails that Billy Kryenik could be a future Heavyweight Champion. But to say that this team can stop The Untouchables is simply ridiculous. For all their hype, for all their rabid blood thirsty fans that The Doomriders have collected here in NAPW, to me they're possibly the most overrated team in wrestling.
Casino: You doubt me? Let's look at the facts, because as we all know the facts don't lie. Since their arrival here in NAPW the team of The Doomriders have won exactly zero Tag Team championships. They couldn't beat DX despite repeated efforts. But yet lesser teams such as The Dudes or The Delivery Men had at least one run with Tag Team gold. If The Doomies are so damn good then why is it that they couldn't wear the gold? It's because they're not as good as they want you to think they are. When you look past all the smoke and mirrors you see that The Doomriders are about as great a team as Wayne Wright and The Moose.
Casino gets up from his sofa and makes his way to the wet bar. He hums as he mixes himself a drink.
Casino: Let's look at each man individually shall we? We'll start with that homeless street bum Tommy Deathrow. This is a man whose greatest claim to fame was being involved in NAPW's first and hopefully only TaiPei death match...Against his own partner. People, myself included, used to say that it was Kryenik that was the weak link of The Doomriders. But looking back I see the how mistaken I was. Not only could Deathrow not win Tag Gold with "Sick" Billy but he couldn't even win a Tag Title with Krusty Kid Paul. Two supposedly great tag teams...No gold to show for them. Just recently Tommy tried to cheat his way into a Provincial Title win against Untouchable Kurt Castle. He failed.
Casino: So where does that put us? Tommy Deathrow, member of not one but two of the most popular tag teams in NAPW history and not one piece of Gold to show for it. I'm sure he'll respond by saying that titles are not important to him, but he's lying. History remembers those who have conquered. Not those who came in second. Tommy you talk of your fury and our destruction by your hands. I say (BLEEP) you Tommy. You're nothing. When Billy was on the shelf NAPW management only kept you around so that you could be their curtain jerker. They let you stay on payroll hoping against hope that you would mature into a marketable star. You're a failure Deathrow. Do I fear you? No. Do I pity you? Indeed.
Casino walks over to the large bay window and looks out into the night. He takes a sip from his drink and sighs.
Casino: Tommy, after our match at Cold Snap is over I'm going to do something...Nice for you. After The Untouchables smash you into oblivion I want to make you an offer. Tommy Deathrow...I want you to be the official Untouchables luggage handler. That's right Tommy, I want you to be the guy who makes sure our luggage gets to the right hotel, I want you to be the man who carries my bags from arena to arena. I figure you're at least that talented. Think about it Tommy, after you lose yet another important match you'll be able to be part of the hottest stable in this promotions history. Sleep on it, give it some thought. Because lord knows that carrying my luggage would be a career highlight for the so called "Superstar."
Casino laughs at the thought of Tommy Deathrow being his gopher. Of course he'd have to teach Tommy how to read first. But then again it would be worth it.
Casino: Now let's move on to "Sick" Billy Kryenik. The winner of the 2007 Canadian Cup. Congrats scout. Like I've said before it only took you two times but hey you won right? I was however shocked that you didn't choke in the finals against Castle like you did with Caliber the year before. It's so rare that you actually win anything that I was stunned with your victory. Unlike your homeless partner, you've tasted Tag Team gold. You held the belts with my former running partner Evan Cartwright as the Bi-Polar Express. However, you never actually beat any team for that strap did you Kryenik? No, Evan simply handed you the belt and you ran with it.
Casino: Did it ever bother you Billy? To know that you were only given that title because NAPW fired me? That you were nothing more than a paper champion? For the newbies, Evan and I beat DX to win the Tag Gold, something you and your life partner could never do. A month later NAPW got fed up with my "backstage antics" and fired me. That however left them with a problem, their golden boy Evan Cartwright was without a partner. What did they do? They didn't strip him of the belts like any reasonable promotion would do, no they let him simply hand over my half of the tag gold to a garbage wrestler like yourself.
Casino: After that it was wine and roses was it not? You and Evan made a cute couple. Of course within a few months your cracked like an egg and the two of you dropped the belts to The Delivery Men. After that I belive you got hurt or something I dunno I didn't keep up with your miserable excuse for a career. Why should I? All you've done in NAPW is get handed a title on a silver platter, wrestle a pointless TaiPei death match against your former partner and talk to an imaginary rabbit. As pathetic as Tommy is, I know that he can't help it. He's mentally retarded. You on the other hand had so much potential. At one time. If you compare our careers since we both came back to NAPW you'll see quite the difference.
A knock comes at the door and Casino turns to see his manager Raul Havok silently entering the room. Havok spots the NAPW camera crew and makes sure he's not in the way of his clients promo.
Casino: Back At Anniversary Assault when the sheep in the audience called for you to have "one more match" they meant just that. One. More. Match. They didn't want to see you stick around and continue your mediocre career. Since our respective returns to NAPW I'm 7-0 scout. Undefeated. I've won the Pure Honor Title and beaten people like Simply Beautiful and Patrick Bickle. You? You couldn't even beat Patrick Kidd for the Provincial Title. A man who by the way I beat into retirement. But hey...You won that Canadian Cup right? That's something. That is if NAPW ever lets you cash in your prize.
Raul Havok walks over and takes a seat on the leather sofa as Casino watches him.
Havok: Billy will no doubt bring up the fact that he beat you in the 2006 Canadian Cup tourney.
Casino: Pffffft, every dog has his day Raul. Tommy already brought up that loss as if I care. I'm the first ever Triple Crown Champion, the only Grand Slam winner. Tommy Deathrow signs his name with a crayon for Gods sake. So Billy beat me in the semi finals last year, not like I was ever handed a title by a company because someone quit.
Havok: (laughs) People are saying that you and Kenny won't stand a chance against The Doomriders at Cold Snap. They think that the no holds barred stipulation will be to their advantage.
This time it's Casino who laughs.
Casino: These "people" are no doubt the disgruntled wrestlers I've beaten since my return. Raul answer me something.
Havok: Fire away champ.
Casino: What have I been asking people to do since my return to NAPW?
Havok: (smirks) To shut your mouth.
Casino: Correct. How many have succeeded?
Havok: Not one person or team Chris.
Casino: Why is that?
Havok: Because you're the best champ.
Casino: Indeed.
Casino leaves his spot by the window and walks towards the camera, talking all the way.
Casino: Doomriders, you don't mean shit to me. You're just another pair of losers who have been made to look great by NAPW. At Cold Snap not only will The Untouchables beat you two overrated losers but I'll add yet another win to my record. The Untouchables will not be stopped by mere street thugs. We're in the midst of a war here friends, casualties have already started to mount. Billy & Tommy, don't expect any goofy celebrity spots from me this time around. Don't expect any mercy from my hands. You two will bleed like you've never bled before.
Casino: The Doomriders are nothing. They're yesterdays news. Stars from days past. The Untouchables are the future of NAPW. We will not be denied. We cannot lose. In a way I'm glad that this match has no rules. Why? Because now you two won't get yourselves counted out or DQ'd on purpose when we're kicking your asses. Cold Snap ends one era, the era of The Doomriders and it signals the start of another. That being the era of...The Untouchables.
Casino reaches out with his free hand and palms the camera sending us to black.
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