Post by Chris Casino on Mar 2, 2007 15:00:21 GMT -5
"The war rages on and the casualties continue to pile up. Patrick Kidd, Bickle, Cartwright, they've all fallen and left NAPW practically defenseless. The Untouchables are unlike any stable ever seen in this industry. We're not your cliche bad guy group trying to take over a promotion for our own selfish needs. No, we're here to save NAPW. The Untouchables have been formed to be the future of NAPW, the saviors of a directionless company. As of now we have officially declared war on both Rex Caliber and his small band of misinformed rebels. People who don't see what I see. I'm a businessman and I know bad business when I see it. For over a year NAPW has made a name for itself here in Canada. PPV's, Television and sell out crowds show that NAPW has name recognition here in this frozen wasteland, but yet in America no one knows NAPW even exists. Rest assured, NAPW will become a household name in America. Not as Northern Alberta Pro Wrestling....But as North America Pro Wrestling."
Chris Casino sits on the edge of his king sized bed and offers a tired smile for the camera. Laying behind him, snuggled under the silk sheets is Monique. The new Canadian wife of our Pure Honor Champion. She snores lightly and Casino does his best not to wake her. Obviously the talks of annulment have been tabled for tonight. Casino is basically dressed in his pajamas, a pair of boxers and a simple white tee shirt. His short hair is ruffled and he's in need of a shave.
Casino: (whispering) People ask me, are you afraid?
Casino smirks.
Casino: (whispering) They question my state of mind and nearly all of them have already decided that a tragic fate awaits me.
Casino stands from the bed and runs a hand over his hair smoothing it down.
Casino: (whispering) They obviously lost sight of who I am.
Casino motions for us to wait outside the bedroom and we cute to black. When we return we find ourselves in the posh living room of Casino. The Pure Honor Champion is standing at his wet bar making himself a drink. He has on a simple dark robe and still looks more stylin' that Kyle Roberts could ever hope to be. Over Casino's shoulder we see the huge window that overlooks the strip. A neon skyline seems to hypnotize us. That is until Casino starts talking.
Casino: This Tuesday, for the first time ever I face Thomas Deathrow in a one on one match. Not only that I face him in his own element. Superstar Rules. As you recall the last time I found myself in that situation I had my back pinned to the canvas for a three count. This time however, things will be much different. While I can't say that I'm looking foreword to this match, it is a necessary evil. For my movement to continue, for The Untouchables to continue what we've started we need to eliminate certain people who pose a threat to our cause. You Tommy are a threat to the cause.
Casino: I watch on in utter amazement as people slapped you and your partner on the back after winning the Tag Team Titles this past week. I laughed as you two clowns paraded around showing the titles off to anyone who cared to look. While I understand that Billy is happy to finally win a title and not simply be handed one, I wonder why you're all giddy Thomas. It's taken you damn mere a year to do anything of mention in NAPW. In that same time I have set record after record. Beaten the very best and cemented my place in the history of NAPW.
Casino: You meanwhile beat a couple of hippies and think you're the best thing since sliced bread. Thomas, while I'm happy that you finally reached your potential and have some gold around your waist I have to ask. Is this war with The Untouchables worth it? Even you must see what me and my fellow patriots are trying to do. Aren't you sick of having to come to Canada week after week when we could be someplace nice and warm? Someplace where all your twisted desires are available. For a price. basically what I'm asking is this, why fight for a company that is content to stay in Canada...When we can make it so much better?
Casino: Think about it Thomas. Under my plan we'll relocate NAPW to Las Vegas. The city of debauchery and hedonism. Two things I know you and your partner crave. Here in Vegas you'll never have to worry about the sub arctic weather conditions, the dirty Canadian fans or the sub par pay. I offer you salvation Thomas. I new lease on life. However I think that you'll snub me if favor for your new boyfriend Rex Caliber. Be carefully who you follow into war Tommy, the roots of The Untouchables grow deep and there are some people you just shouldn't trust.
Casino takes one last sip from his drink emptying the glass. He walks over to the large window that overlooks the strip and takes in a view that never ceases to amaze him.
Casino: Nest Tuesday it's Superstar Rules. Or as I like to call it...Garbage wrestling. This is your chance to step up and do something that no one has done since my return to NAPW late last year. Pin me in a singles match. Since my return I've held the Pure Honor Title for over three months, beaten the likes of Patrick Bickle, Evan Cartwright and even our esteemed champion Ravager. Pardon the pun Thomas but I'm Untouchable. My only loss, ironically came from a tag team match that involved you and your degenerate bed mate Billy Kryenik.
Casino: That loss still bothers me Thomas. You stopped me one match short of tying the consecutive win streak here in NAPW. You took away another record I was about to surpass my filthy friend and to be honest...I'm still pissed off about it. But fate is a funny thing, this Tuesday I will redeem myself, I will beat you at your own game and walk out of that match with my arm raised in victory. Think about it, the greatest technical wrestler in NAPW beating one of the promotions most hardcore bastards in his own match. How will you ever be able to look Billy in the eyes again after that loss?
Casino: Am I willing to suffer to win this match? Yes. Am I willing to bleed and sacrifice my well being for one simple match? Indeed. I've grown weary of the battles between The Doomriders and The Untouchables. First I'll beat you in your own environment and then Kenny and Jay will take that tag gold from your battered and bloody hands. You can't beat me one on one Thomas...No one can.
Casino walks away from the window and smirks for the camera.
Casino: (whispering) You want blood and gore? Pain and misery? Let's both take that trip to Hell Thomas and see who survives.
Something catches Casinos attention and he looks over his shoulder. Monique is standing in the doorway to the bedroom.
Monique: Chris...Come to bed baby.
Casino: winks at the camera and we go to black.
* cut to a commercial for the new Lloyd Rees plush figure from ChrisCasino.com! Hug him and he says "Argh, I couldn't even beat Ravager! Argh! Who wants some of me crab meat?"
Casino's Penthouse. Sin City
Chris Casino sits on the edge of his king sized bed and offers a tired smile for the camera. Laying behind him, snuggled under the silk sheets is Monique. The new Canadian wife of our Pure Honor Champion. She snores lightly and Casino does his best not to wake her. Obviously the talks of annulment have been tabled for tonight. Casino is basically dressed in his pajamas, a pair of boxers and a simple white tee shirt. His short hair is ruffled and he's in need of a shave.
Casino: (whispering) People ask me, are you afraid?
Casino smirks.
Casino: (whispering) They question my state of mind and nearly all of them have already decided that a tragic fate awaits me.
Casino stands from the bed and runs a hand over his hair smoothing it down.
Casino: (whispering) They obviously lost sight of who I am.
Casino motions for us to wait outside the bedroom and we cute to black. When we return we find ourselves in the posh living room of Casino. The Pure Honor Champion is standing at his wet bar making himself a drink. He has on a simple dark robe and still looks more stylin' that Kyle Roberts could ever hope to be. Over Casino's shoulder we see the huge window that overlooks the strip. A neon skyline seems to hypnotize us. That is until Casino starts talking.
Casino: This Tuesday, for the first time ever I face Thomas Deathrow in a one on one match. Not only that I face him in his own element. Superstar Rules. As you recall the last time I found myself in that situation I had my back pinned to the canvas for a three count. This time however, things will be much different. While I can't say that I'm looking foreword to this match, it is a necessary evil. For my movement to continue, for The Untouchables to continue what we've started we need to eliminate certain people who pose a threat to our cause. You Tommy are a threat to the cause.
Casino: I watch on in utter amazement as people slapped you and your partner on the back after winning the Tag Team Titles this past week. I laughed as you two clowns paraded around showing the titles off to anyone who cared to look. While I understand that Billy is happy to finally win a title and not simply be handed one, I wonder why you're all giddy Thomas. It's taken you damn mere a year to do anything of mention in NAPW. In that same time I have set record after record. Beaten the very best and cemented my place in the history of NAPW.
Casino: You meanwhile beat a couple of hippies and think you're the best thing since sliced bread. Thomas, while I'm happy that you finally reached your potential and have some gold around your waist I have to ask. Is this war with The Untouchables worth it? Even you must see what me and my fellow patriots are trying to do. Aren't you sick of having to come to Canada week after week when we could be someplace nice and warm? Someplace where all your twisted desires are available. For a price. basically what I'm asking is this, why fight for a company that is content to stay in Canada...When we can make it so much better?
Casino: Think about it Thomas. Under my plan we'll relocate NAPW to Las Vegas. The city of debauchery and hedonism. Two things I know you and your partner crave. Here in Vegas you'll never have to worry about the sub arctic weather conditions, the dirty Canadian fans or the sub par pay. I offer you salvation Thomas. I new lease on life. However I think that you'll snub me if favor for your new boyfriend Rex Caliber. Be carefully who you follow into war Tommy, the roots of The Untouchables grow deep and there are some people you just shouldn't trust.
Casino takes one last sip from his drink emptying the glass. He walks over to the large window that overlooks the strip and takes in a view that never ceases to amaze him.
Casino: Nest Tuesday it's Superstar Rules. Or as I like to call it...Garbage wrestling. This is your chance to step up and do something that no one has done since my return to NAPW late last year. Pin me in a singles match. Since my return I've held the Pure Honor Title for over three months, beaten the likes of Patrick Bickle, Evan Cartwright and even our esteemed champion Ravager. Pardon the pun Thomas but I'm Untouchable. My only loss, ironically came from a tag team match that involved you and your degenerate bed mate Billy Kryenik.
Casino: That loss still bothers me Thomas. You stopped me one match short of tying the consecutive win streak here in NAPW. You took away another record I was about to surpass my filthy friend and to be honest...I'm still pissed off about it. But fate is a funny thing, this Tuesday I will redeem myself, I will beat you at your own game and walk out of that match with my arm raised in victory. Think about it, the greatest technical wrestler in NAPW beating one of the promotions most hardcore bastards in his own match. How will you ever be able to look Billy in the eyes again after that loss?
Casino: Am I willing to suffer to win this match? Yes. Am I willing to bleed and sacrifice my well being for one simple match? Indeed. I've grown weary of the battles between The Doomriders and The Untouchables. First I'll beat you in your own environment and then Kenny and Jay will take that tag gold from your battered and bloody hands. You can't beat me one on one Thomas...No one can.
Casino walks away from the window and smirks for the camera.
Casino: (whispering) You want blood and gore? Pain and misery? Let's both take that trip to Hell Thomas and see who survives.
Something catches Casinos attention and he looks over his shoulder. Monique is standing in the doorway to the bedroom.
Monique: Chris...Come to bed baby.
Casino: winks at the camera and we go to black.
* cut to a commercial for the new Lloyd Rees plush figure from ChrisCasino.com! Hug him and he says "Argh, I couldn't even beat Ravager! Argh! Who wants some of me crab meat?"