Post by Chris Casino on Dec 13, 2005 14:50:42 GMT -5
- Dirty Canadians -
Inside a privately owned gym, Chris Casino and Terry Brandon are going over plans for war. Casino is sitting on a weight bench watching as Brandon hits the heavy bag. The manager is decked out in gray sweats and hits the punching bag with all his might. Sweat pours downs the face of Brandon as Casino simply watches on and snickers. Chris "The Future" Casino is dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a "Greed Is Good" tee shirt. His long blond hair hangs in his face and the mysterious briefcase that Brandon always carries rests in Casino's lap.
Brandon: (huffing and puffing) Jesus...That's it. I'm finished kid.
Casino checks his Rolex.
Casino: Gettin' better boss. You went three minutes on the bag this time.
Brandon, missing the hint of sarcasm in Casino's voice, smiles like he won the lottery.
Brandon: We gotta talk kid.
Casino: Damn.
Brandon takes a towel, wipes the sweat from his forehead and takes a seat next to his client. Casino inches away from the sweaty man, as if one drop of sweat from someone other than him is somehow tainted.
Brandon: You know what D!'s gonna say about this past MNF don't you?
Casino: I know Triple D! will say I ran from him and I don't deserve to be the #1 contender to his world title.
Brandon: But in reality...
Casino: I had to leave the match because some dirty Canadian threw some ice at me and scratched my eye. I could have been blinded by one of those inbred heathens!
Brandon: It was a close call.
Casino: But that's not what bothered me the most Brandon. Here I was, walking to the back to flush my eye so I could return to the match and entertain the fans of NAPW when Triple D! attacks me from behind like the little bitch he is!
Brandon: Terrible sportsmanship.
Casino: But now Triple D! can't run. I'm the #1 contender to his precious NAPW World Title and I plan on winning that title and bringing some dignity to this company. In fact, I have a challenge to issue for Triple D!.
Brandon: Maybe you outta save it for Action or something? Bring in some ore ratings for the company?
Casino: Screm 'em. Like anyone watches Action. No, this can't wait. Hold this.
Casino shoves the briefcase into the arms of Brandon and stands up. He pulls his hair back and ties it into a ponytail and smiles for the cameras.
Casino: Triple D!, you political whore. In the past month or so you've not only been handed a title BUT you've kissed Winchells ass to make sure you face only sup par talent. Plague? Lobo? These guys got title shots? Talk about your conspiracies. Hell, Oliver Stone could make a movie from all the backstage crap you do D!. But that's over and done with you dirty Canadian goat herder. You don't like me making fun of your stupid countrymen? You don't like me teasing you about your stupid little girlfriend who swan dived off a bridge?
Well, I hate it for ya kid. Because I'm gonna stay in your face, until you agree to face me for the NAPW World Title. BUT...I have a question for you Triple D!. Since you took advantage of my injury at Monday Night Fights...And went for the easy pin on Lobo...How about you and I settle this like men? I know it'll be tough for you to act like a man but pretend or something. I don't care when, where or on what show. I want you...In a steel cage match for the NAPW World Heavyweight Title. Pinfall or submission Triple D!. No climbing over the top or running out of the cage for a cheap win, pinfall or submission.
Now you take some time and think about it. Hell, I want you to. I want you to spend this Christmas with that title over your shoulder for one simple reason. It'll be your last. I am Chris Casino bitch. The Future of wrestling and your next NAPW World Champion. So, uh, think about it chief. I'll be waiting.
Casino turns away from us and we hear Terry Brandon and his client laughing.
- Cut to a commercial for the Chris Casino "Greed Is Good" tee shirt! -
Inside a privately owned gym, Chris Casino and Terry Brandon are going over plans for war. Casino is sitting on a weight bench watching as Brandon hits the heavy bag. The manager is decked out in gray sweats and hits the punching bag with all his might. Sweat pours downs the face of Brandon as Casino simply watches on and snickers. Chris "The Future" Casino is dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a "Greed Is Good" tee shirt. His long blond hair hangs in his face and the mysterious briefcase that Brandon always carries rests in Casino's lap.
Brandon: (huffing and puffing) Jesus...That's it. I'm finished kid.
Casino checks his Rolex.
Casino: Gettin' better boss. You went three minutes on the bag this time.
Brandon, missing the hint of sarcasm in Casino's voice, smiles like he won the lottery.
Brandon: We gotta talk kid.
Casino: Damn.
Brandon takes a towel, wipes the sweat from his forehead and takes a seat next to his client. Casino inches away from the sweaty man, as if one drop of sweat from someone other than him is somehow tainted.
Brandon: You know what D!'s gonna say about this past MNF don't you?
Casino: I know Triple D! will say I ran from him and I don't deserve to be the #1 contender to his world title.
Brandon: But in reality...
Casino: I had to leave the match because some dirty Canadian threw some ice at me and scratched my eye. I could have been blinded by one of those inbred heathens!
Brandon: It was a close call.
Casino: But that's not what bothered me the most Brandon. Here I was, walking to the back to flush my eye so I could return to the match and entertain the fans of NAPW when Triple D! attacks me from behind like the little bitch he is!
Brandon: Terrible sportsmanship.
Casino: But now Triple D! can't run. I'm the #1 contender to his precious NAPW World Title and I plan on winning that title and bringing some dignity to this company. In fact, I have a challenge to issue for Triple D!.
Brandon: Maybe you outta save it for Action or something? Bring in some ore ratings for the company?
Casino: Screm 'em. Like anyone watches Action. No, this can't wait. Hold this.
Casino shoves the briefcase into the arms of Brandon and stands up. He pulls his hair back and ties it into a ponytail and smiles for the cameras.
Casino: Triple D!, you political whore. In the past month or so you've not only been handed a title BUT you've kissed Winchells ass to make sure you face only sup par talent. Plague? Lobo? These guys got title shots? Talk about your conspiracies. Hell, Oliver Stone could make a movie from all the backstage crap you do D!. But that's over and done with you dirty Canadian goat herder. You don't like me making fun of your stupid countrymen? You don't like me teasing you about your stupid little girlfriend who swan dived off a bridge?
Well, I hate it for ya kid. Because I'm gonna stay in your face, until you agree to face me for the NAPW World Title. BUT...I have a question for you Triple D!. Since you took advantage of my injury at Monday Night Fights...And went for the easy pin on Lobo...How about you and I settle this like men? I know it'll be tough for you to act like a man but pretend or something. I don't care when, where or on what show. I want you...In a steel cage match for the NAPW World Heavyweight Title. Pinfall or submission Triple D!. No climbing over the top or running out of the cage for a cheap win, pinfall or submission.
Now you take some time and think about it. Hell, I want you to. I want you to spend this Christmas with that title over your shoulder for one simple reason. It'll be your last. I am Chris Casino bitch. The Future of wrestling and your next NAPW World Champion. So, uh, think about it chief. I'll be waiting.
Casino turns away from us and we hear Terry Brandon and his client laughing.
- Cut to a commercial for the Chris Casino "Greed Is Good" tee shirt! -