Post by Chris Casino on Feb 24, 2007 13:34:10 GMT -5
"I hate it when people hide from me. It makes me think that they're nothing more than pathetic cowards. I had high hopes that this Jeff James would see that NAPW has offered him a rare second chance for gold and he would step up. Instead he hides from me like a cockroach hides from the light. Here is a man who held the NAPW television title for months but yet when he loses his title...He vanishes. Some people cannot take the bitter taste of defeat. It screws their mind up. I on the only hand continue to destroy everyone and anyone that this promotion sticks in front of me. I am Chris Casino, the greatest Pure Honor Champion in history."
Chris Casino and his manager Raul Havok are standing by the wet bar downing one stiff drink after another. It's been a rough week for Casino and he's feeling it. The Pure Honor Title is draped over the right shoulder of Casino. He occasionally reaches up and touches it as if to make sure it's still there.
Casino: So...Let me get this straight. My (pregnant pause) wife is....Is....Jesus I can't even bring myself to say it.
Havok: It's okay Chris, you can never prepare yourself for these kind of things. But your wife Monique...If Canadian.
Casino lets out a groan and downs another shot of whiskey.
Casino: I don't belive it. Not only do I not remember getting married, but I married a dirty Canadian! Jesus why can't I just get this sham of a marriage annulled?
Havok: It's like I told you, she refuses to go through with it. She says that she Lo....
Casino: For Gods sake don't use the "L" word, kids might be watching this!
Havok: Right, anyway she told me that if you try to annul your marriage that she'll take you for all you have.
Casino shakes his head. He looks almost defeated.
Casino: D!, Rex Caliber, Static, Simply Beautiful...None of them have stuck it to me like this chick.
Havok: Well look on the bright side, she's beautiful and she seems to be a really nice person who....
Havok stops talking when he sees Casino giving him the stink eye.
Casino: Look, just make sure she doesn't go all squirrelly with my money okay?
Havok: Right.
Casino: Also find me the best divorce lawyers in town. Lord knows there is enough of them.
Havok: Gotcha.
A beat.
Casino: Now Havok!
Havok almost falls off of his bar stool as he heads off to do his bosses biddings. Casino takes another drink and tries to smirk for the camera. It's no use. He's married to a Canadian. Life cannot get any worse.
Casino: I'm sure the inbreed fools up in Canada are laughing their asses off at my current predicament but it's just a minor bump in the road for "The Future" Chris Casino. While I might be legally attached to one of your...kind, don't think I'll get all Hallmark for your stupid country. I still think that Canada is nothing more than Americas attic. A frozen tundra filled with mildly retarded people.
Casino: Speaking of the mildly retarded...Where the hell is Jeff James? He's all but vanished from NAPW since the announcement of his title shot against me. Jeffrey, I don't know what your problem is but I want you to get your head out of your ass and get into the game. I want you to be at your best when you face me for the Pure Honor Title. As it stands now, I'm not even sure that you'll show up.
Casino: Has the loss of your TV title destroyed you that much scout? Have you lost your smile or something? Why hide from me James? Why hide from destiny? At Tuesday Night Fights you get the chance to go from a nobody to a world class athlete by beating me for the Pure Honor Title. Not that it'll happen but then again I never expected to marry a Canadian either. So see? anything can happen.
Casino: James, I'm asking you man to man. Stop being a little bitch and show yourself on TV. If I don't hear from you by TNF I'll make sure that I inflict a world of hurt on you during our match. I'll make an example out of you just like I made an example out of Patrick Kidd and Evan Cartwright. So you lost your little worthless TV Title, get over it. You now have the chance to face me for what is quickly becoming the most prestigious title in NAPW. The Pure Honor Title. All you have to do...Is show up.
Casino waves us away and we cut to black.
Casino's Penthouse. Sin City
Chris Casino and his manager Raul Havok are standing by the wet bar downing one stiff drink after another. It's been a rough week for Casino and he's feeling it. The Pure Honor Title is draped over the right shoulder of Casino. He occasionally reaches up and touches it as if to make sure it's still there.
Casino: So...Let me get this straight. My (pregnant pause) wife is....Is....Jesus I can't even bring myself to say it.
Havok: It's okay Chris, you can never prepare yourself for these kind of things. But your wife Monique...If Canadian.
Casino lets out a groan and downs another shot of whiskey.
Casino: I don't belive it. Not only do I not remember getting married, but I married a dirty Canadian! Jesus why can't I just get this sham of a marriage annulled?
Havok: It's like I told you, she refuses to go through with it. She says that she Lo....
Casino: For Gods sake don't use the "L" word, kids might be watching this!
Havok: Right, anyway she told me that if you try to annul your marriage that she'll take you for all you have.
Casino shakes his head. He looks almost defeated.
Casino: D!, Rex Caliber, Static, Simply Beautiful...None of them have stuck it to me like this chick.
Havok: Well look on the bright side, she's beautiful and she seems to be a really nice person who....
Havok stops talking when he sees Casino giving him the stink eye.
Casino: Look, just make sure she doesn't go all squirrelly with my money okay?
Havok: Right.
Casino: Also find me the best divorce lawyers in town. Lord knows there is enough of them.
Havok: Gotcha.
A beat.
Casino: Now Havok!
Havok almost falls off of his bar stool as he heads off to do his bosses biddings. Casino takes another drink and tries to smirk for the camera. It's no use. He's married to a Canadian. Life cannot get any worse.
Casino: I'm sure the inbreed fools up in Canada are laughing their asses off at my current predicament but it's just a minor bump in the road for "The Future" Chris Casino. While I might be legally attached to one of your...kind, don't think I'll get all Hallmark for your stupid country. I still think that Canada is nothing more than Americas attic. A frozen tundra filled with mildly retarded people.
Casino: Speaking of the mildly retarded...Where the hell is Jeff James? He's all but vanished from NAPW since the announcement of his title shot against me. Jeffrey, I don't know what your problem is but I want you to get your head out of your ass and get into the game. I want you to be at your best when you face me for the Pure Honor Title. As it stands now, I'm not even sure that you'll show up.
Casino: Has the loss of your TV title destroyed you that much scout? Have you lost your smile or something? Why hide from me James? Why hide from destiny? At Tuesday Night Fights you get the chance to go from a nobody to a world class athlete by beating me for the Pure Honor Title. Not that it'll happen but then again I never expected to marry a Canadian either. So see? anything can happen.
Casino: James, I'm asking you man to man. Stop being a little bitch and show yourself on TV. If I don't hear from you by TNF I'll make sure that I inflict a world of hurt on you during our match. I'll make an example out of you just like I made an example out of Patrick Kidd and Evan Cartwright. So you lost your little worthless TV Title, get over it. You now have the chance to face me for what is quickly becoming the most prestigious title in NAPW. The Pure Honor Title. All you have to do...Is show up.
Casino waves us away and we cut to black.