Post by Chris Casino on Feb 4, 2007 23:27:22 GMT -5
"This is becoming a joke. Ever since my return to NAPW late last year I've faced nothing but cowards and frauds. I bust my ass, go on television and do the greatest promos I can and what do my opponents do? Usually nothing. They greet my threats with frightened silence. For all his faults at least Simply Beautiful tried to put up a fight against me. But the others like Matthew Curtis, Patrick Bickle and Patrick Kidd have all either gotten themselves counted out or DQ'd so that they wouldn't have to face my unrelenting assault. I've torn a mile wide stretch through this company. Bodies are piling up and no one has even come close to stopping me from doing what I want to do. Hell, I've even humbled both Ravager and our esteemed Heavyweight Champion Evan Cartwright in recent tag matches. I had hoped that the reunited Doomriders would finally step up to the plate and pose some sort of threat against the machine that has become The Untouchables. However it seems I was wrong again."
Chris Casino is standing behind his wet bar making himself and his lady friend a drink. In fact it looks like our Pure Honor Champion is having a small party. Raul Havok is telling a pair of beautiful blondes outrageous and no doubt exaggerated stories about his managerial career. "The Colossal" Kenny Krenshov is chatting with his manager Eli Potts in a far corner away from the crowd and the greatest Provincial Champion in history, "The Devastator" Kurt Castle is showing off his Championship belt to a sexy brunette in a low cut dress.
As for the host, Casino is dressed casually in a tee shirt and jeans. His new custom made Pure Vegas Championship (made from the melted down Kiniski Cup) lays on the bar for anyone to gawk at. Casinos lady friend is a chocolate beauty that recently graced the cover of a Victorias Secrets catalogue. Casino offers the camera crew a toast and smirks at us.
Casino: You must be wondering...Why the party? Why are The Untouchables living it up on the eve of the biggest night of their respective careers? Because it's become apparent that our opponents are simply frightened little bitches. The feared Doomriders? The duo of "Superstar" Tommy Deathrow and "Sick" Billy Kryenik have gone into virtual seclusion during this last week. In fact the only thing I've even heard from them over the last few days is that pitiful little promo from Mr. Deathrow. Tell me something, since when did a homeless STD ridden bum become the mouthpiece of the once dominant Doomriders?
Casino: I use the phrase "once dominant" because in my opinion The Doomriders are dead. They can't even get their shit together to put out a simple television promo. I think that maybe The Doomriders thought that The Untouchables would simply lay down for them at Cold Snap. I truly belive that Billy and Tommy bought into their hype. But then something odd happened. They used their brains. For once. They started to look at the laundry list of victims The Untouchables have racked up. The began to take notice that Chris Casino and Kenny Krenshov are not frightened by The Doomriders. If anything, we're pissed off that we even have to waste our time on them.
Casino: At Cold Snap, in a No Holds Barred match The Untouchables will lay to rest the legacy of The Doomriders. On February seventh, The Doomriders will find themselves humbled, beaten and bloodied in a match of their own design. I'm sick of watching opponent after opponent try and duck us, I'm sick of these so called stars of NAPW simply let us walk over them. I came back to NAPW looking for competition, all I've found are a bunch of frightened children who tremble before my feet. I once had respect for Billy Kryenik and to a lesser extent Tommy Deathrow. But now? I see them for what they really are...Overrated and unmotivated.
The dark beauty sitting across from Casino has her drink refilled and winks mischievously at Chris. Chris smiles back at her. No doubt a "private party" between the two will occur later in the evening.
Casino: I'd like to share some excerpts from Tommy Deathrows little love letter he sent to me.
Like a magician Casino produces a sheet of paper. He lays it on the bar and shakes his head.
Casino: Now I have my doubts that Deathrow is indeed the author of this letter. Why? Well for one it's not written in crayon. Second, it's not riddled with typos. But no matter the content alone is why I bring this to everyones attention. First you correctly state that I have indeed helped put NAPW on the map. It was my war with D! that made this once tiny dirty Canadian promotion become the huge success that it has become. But then in the next paragraph you try to knock me by saying I'm insecure with my spot in this company.
Casino: You say I'm feeling threatened by some of the air time that others are getting. Do you honestly think that I'm jealous of someone like a Simply Beautiful? Do you really belive I spend my nights wondering if that piece of rat feces Lloyd Rees is getting more press than I? I could care less about others. My business is only about myself and the well being of The Untouchables. Why do I "offer my ass" to everyone in NAPW Tommy? It's because I want to beat down every self serving piece of trash that walks around this company thinking that they're something special.
Casino: You then go on to basically make an excuse on why you'll lose at Cold Snap. You think that Myself and Krenshov will pull something and make our match less than even. Tommy you ignorant bastard we don't need help to beat you two over hyped ass goblins like yourselves. Me and Kenny have decided what better way to kill the Doomrider legacy that in a match that favors them? There will indeed be blood Tommy, yours. There will be broken bones as well. Billys.
Casino steps out from behind the wet bar. Drink in one hand and the letter from Tommy Deathrow in another.
Casino: To quote you directly Thomas, you state.....
"It's no mistake.
It's no fluke.
It's the future.
It's the present.
It's the realization that were not like the rest.
WE can't be stopped.
At This, you will see. Just as the others have."
Chris Casino laughs as if he's heard the worlds biggest joke.
Casino: Seriously Tommy...This company needs to do random drug tests more often because you have to be on crack to think that you'll beat us. Your brain cells must be fried to think that in the biggest tag team match in recent memory that The Untouchables will flounder. Your days are over Doomies. You're going to end up on the scrap heap just like every other mook who has tried to put a stop to us. You want to talk about the present and the future?
Casino leans closer to the camera.
Casino: You worthless piece of shit The Untouchables are the present and the future. See you at Cold Snap ladies, that...You can bank on.
Casino turns his back to us and goes back to the pre-victory party.
* cut to a commercial for the new Static action figure from ChrisCasino.com! Complete with Burger King outfit and push broom! *
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[/center]Chris Casino is standing behind his wet bar making himself and his lady friend a drink. In fact it looks like our Pure Honor Champion is having a small party. Raul Havok is telling a pair of beautiful blondes outrageous and no doubt exaggerated stories about his managerial career. "The Colossal" Kenny Krenshov is chatting with his manager Eli Potts in a far corner away from the crowd and the greatest Provincial Champion in history, "The Devastator" Kurt Castle is showing off his Championship belt to a sexy brunette in a low cut dress.
As for the host, Casino is dressed casually in a tee shirt and jeans. His new custom made Pure Vegas Championship (made from the melted down Kiniski Cup) lays on the bar for anyone to gawk at. Casinos lady friend is a chocolate beauty that recently graced the cover of a Victorias Secrets catalogue. Casino offers the camera crew a toast and smirks at us.
Casino: You must be wondering...Why the party? Why are The Untouchables living it up on the eve of the biggest night of their respective careers? Because it's become apparent that our opponents are simply frightened little bitches. The feared Doomriders? The duo of "Superstar" Tommy Deathrow and "Sick" Billy Kryenik have gone into virtual seclusion during this last week. In fact the only thing I've even heard from them over the last few days is that pitiful little promo from Mr. Deathrow. Tell me something, since when did a homeless STD ridden bum become the mouthpiece of the once dominant Doomriders?
Casino: I use the phrase "once dominant" because in my opinion The Doomriders are dead. They can't even get their shit together to put out a simple television promo. I think that maybe The Doomriders thought that The Untouchables would simply lay down for them at Cold Snap. I truly belive that Billy and Tommy bought into their hype. But then something odd happened. They used their brains. For once. They started to look at the laundry list of victims The Untouchables have racked up. The began to take notice that Chris Casino and Kenny Krenshov are not frightened by The Doomriders. If anything, we're pissed off that we even have to waste our time on them.
Casino: At Cold Snap, in a No Holds Barred match The Untouchables will lay to rest the legacy of The Doomriders. On February seventh, The Doomriders will find themselves humbled, beaten and bloodied in a match of their own design. I'm sick of watching opponent after opponent try and duck us, I'm sick of these so called stars of NAPW simply let us walk over them. I came back to NAPW looking for competition, all I've found are a bunch of frightened children who tremble before my feet. I once had respect for Billy Kryenik and to a lesser extent Tommy Deathrow. But now? I see them for what they really are...Overrated and unmotivated.
The dark beauty sitting across from Casino has her drink refilled and winks mischievously at Chris. Chris smiles back at her. No doubt a "private party" between the two will occur later in the evening.
Casino: I'd like to share some excerpts from Tommy Deathrows little love letter he sent to me.
Like a magician Casino produces a sheet of paper. He lays it on the bar and shakes his head.
Casino: Now I have my doubts that Deathrow is indeed the author of this letter. Why? Well for one it's not written in crayon. Second, it's not riddled with typos. But no matter the content alone is why I bring this to everyones attention. First you correctly state that I have indeed helped put NAPW on the map. It was my war with D! that made this once tiny dirty Canadian promotion become the huge success that it has become. But then in the next paragraph you try to knock me by saying I'm insecure with my spot in this company.
Casino: You say I'm feeling threatened by some of the air time that others are getting. Do you honestly think that I'm jealous of someone like a Simply Beautiful? Do you really belive I spend my nights wondering if that piece of rat feces Lloyd Rees is getting more press than I? I could care less about others. My business is only about myself and the well being of The Untouchables. Why do I "offer my ass" to everyone in NAPW Tommy? It's because I want to beat down every self serving piece of trash that walks around this company thinking that they're something special.
Casino: You then go on to basically make an excuse on why you'll lose at Cold Snap. You think that Myself and Krenshov will pull something and make our match less than even. Tommy you ignorant bastard we don't need help to beat you two over hyped ass goblins like yourselves. Me and Kenny have decided what better way to kill the Doomrider legacy that in a match that favors them? There will indeed be blood Tommy, yours. There will be broken bones as well. Billys.
Casino steps out from behind the wet bar. Drink in one hand and the letter from Tommy Deathrow in another.
Casino: To quote you directly Thomas, you state.....
"It's no mistake.
It's no fluke.
It's the future.
It's the present.
It's the realization that were not like the rest.
WE can't be stopped.
At This, you will see. Just as the others have."
Chris Casino laughs as if he's heard the worlds biggest joke.
Casino: Seriously Tommy...This company needs to do random drug tests more often because you have to be on crack to think that you'll beat us. Your brain cells must be fried to think that in the biggest tag team match in recent memory that The Untouchables will flounder. Your days are over Doomies. You're going to end up on the scrap heap just like every other mook who has tried to put a stop to us. You want to talk about the present and the future?
Casino leans closer to the camera.
Casino: You worthless piece of shit The Untouchables are the present and the future. See you at Cold Snap ladies, that...You can bank on.
Casino turns his back to us and goes back to the pre-victory party.
* cut to a commercial for the new Static action figure from ChrisCasino.com! Complete with Burger King outfit and push broom! *