Post by "Superstar" Deathrow on Mar 4, 2007 8:42:46 GMT -5
Location : In His Home
Date : March 4th, 2007
Time : Approx. 8:00AM EST. -
[He sat there, his eyes focused on the television screen before him. He picked up the remote control and hit the fast forward button, speeding the useless material. Finally he hit the stop button, and then hit the play button. He leaned his head back against the headrest of the sofa, his notepad rested next to him with pencil in hand. Dextro walked into the room, carrying a little platter with a few sandwiches on them, and a few glasses of lemonade. He placed them on the table, and then looked at his exhausted face, and then looked at the television screen. And shook his head laughing.]
Dextro: What’s up Man?
[Tommy picks up the pen and scribbles something down on the pad and hands it off to Dextro]
Dextro: [Reading] “Someone tell me how someone like Casino could be representing the NAPW as Pure Honor Champion...”. I don’t know, maybe he got lucky when he beat SB?
[Tommy writes something else down and hands it off]
Dextro: [Reading] “Ha-ha.” Did you really have to write that down?
[Deathrow smiles. He goes to write something else down, but is interrupted by...]
DING DONG!
Dextro: Oh! I wonder who that could be? Boy I hope its some shoes.
[Dextro walks over to the door. He looks through the nicely designed glass on the door frame to see a UPS delivery man. Dextro then proceeds to open up the door.]
Dextro: Hello, can I help you?
UPS Man: Yes sir ree bob, I got a package here for a Tommy Deathrow.
[Tommy gets up and walks over to the door. The guy immediately starts to spazz.]
UPS Man: Oh my gawd. You’re really him. I thought the guys were playing a joke on me, it’s really you.
[Deathrow smiles]
UPS Man: How it’s going man?
[Deathrow smiles and nods]
UPS Man: The guys are never going to believe this. We watch you on cable all the time. We steal it, but no one will find out.
[Dextro interjects]
Dextro: Um...is there something you want someone to sign?
UPS Man: REALLY! Can you sign my postal bag, and my truck, and my right nipple....
[Dextro and Tommy look at each other with a disgusted look on their face.]
Dextro: No I meant, something we sign for the package.
[UPS Man looks dejected. He hands over the clipboard]
UPS Man: Sign here please.
[Tommy takes the clipboard and puts his John Hancock. UPS Man hands Dextro the package. Deathrow hands UPS Man back the board.]
UPS Man: Now can I get those autographs?
[Deathrow smiles and then slams in the door right in his face]
Dextro: Weirdos. Anyways what did you get dude?
[Deathrow proceeds to open up the box and pulls out the contains. He shows into Cam’]
Dextro: TYPE AND SPEAK FOR MUTES COMPUTER SOFTWARE!! Oh lord!
30 Minutes Later...
[We find Deathrow and Dextro sitting down in front of a computer in the library.]
Dextro: It looks like it’s finish downloading. Go ahead and type something....
[Tommy types two words and out from the computer speakers comes a robotic voice.]
Robot Voice: Casino....sucks.
[Dextro bursts out into laughter.]
Dextro: I should have known that’s what you bought this for.
[Deathrow types again.]
Robot Voice: That...man....sucks...
Dextro: Oh lord here we go.....
[Deathrow types a whole bunch of words!]
Robot Voice: Lalaland may be an interesting place to visit, but you are not going to enjoy your stay at 8440 112 Street NW. Incase you are wondering, that's the address for the University Of Alberta Hospital, which you Casino will be immediately visiting after TNF goes off the air.
Dextro: That thing is suppose to be used for people who REALLY can’t speak.
[Deathrow types]
Robot Voice: I don’t care. I’m gonna get my point across, even if it means through the computer.
[Dextro looks down at Deathrow and shakes his head. Deathrow types again...]
Robot Voice: We've seen it a hundred times over. A punk walks up to a legitimate professional wrestler....believing he is something special, and he gets his ass kicked in front of a live television audience. You can talk all you want about what’s right Casino, all you want about being a “tough guy”, but the only thing you need to worry about is the pain you are going to experience by being in the ring with someone as tough and talented as the The Superstar under what else but the Superstar rules baby. The people don't care about you. Never have. Never will. They won't miss you when you are gone. Ultimately, they decide all and until you get it into your head that the opponent you are facing on Tuesday is the real deal and is who they care about....you will never learn what this business is truly about.
Dextro: Wow, this is getting really disturbing. It sounds like Robocop is talking.....
[Deathrow ignores him and keeps on typing]
Robot Voice: Chris Casino, I will grind your face into the mat so badly, that if Sadam Hussain saw the match, he would even say that it's quite enough. You may think that I am so ego-driven, that no one is on my level....but hell boy, that's called self-confidence. I have to believe that everyone is going to get the toughest match of their lives against me, or I am not going to even come close to winning. Do I think I am better than you are? You know full and well I do....Do I think you’re better than me, HELL NO! It’s funny how Casino focuses on when I talk, instead of focusing on what I’m going to do to him in the ring. What happens before the match is irrelvant, it’s what happens in the match and all I can say is that you’re not going to like the outcome of this week’s match. It isn’t about what’s right, it’s about who’s better Chris....and you’re looking at the best in the business,,,,
[Deathrow sits back in the chair and thinks. He smiles and begins to type again.]
Robot Voice: Death....Death is on my mind. Kenny, you took my voice and now this week I’ll take something of yours, you’re pathetic little leader. Chris You’re a man on borrowed time yo, and at TNF you’re time is up....
[Deathrow gets up and walks away from the computer as the scene fades.]
Date : March 4th, 2007
Time : Approx. 8:00AM EST. -
[He sat there, his eyes focused on the television screen before him. He picked up the remote control and hit the fast forward button, speeding the useless material. Finally he hit the stop button, and then hit the play button. He leaned his head back against the headrest of the sofa, his notepad rested next to him with pencil in hand. Dextro walked into the room, carrying a little platter with a few sandwiches on them, and a few glasses of lemonade. He placed them on the table, and then looked at his exhausted face, and then looked at the television screen. And shook his head laughing.]
Dextro: What’s up Man?
[Tommy picks up the pen and scribbles something down on the pad and hands it off to Dextro]
Dextro: [Reading] “Someone tell me how someone like Casino could be representing the NAPW as Pure Honor Champion...”. I don’t know, maybe he got lucky when he beat SB?
[Tommy writes something else down and hands it off]
Dextro: [Reading] “Ha-ha.” Did you really have to write that down?
[Deathrow smiles. He goes to write something else down, but is interrupted by...]
DING DONG!
Dextro: Oh! I wonder who that could be? Boy I hope its some shoes.
[Dextro walks over to the door. He looks through the nicely designed glass on the door frame to see a UPS delivery man. Dextro then proceeds to open up the door.]
Dextro: Hello, can I help you?
UPS Man: Yes sir ree bob, I got a package here for a Tommy Deathrow.
[Tommy gets up and walks over to the door. The guy immediately starts to spazz.]
UPS Man: Oh my gawd. You’re really him. I thought the guys were playing a joke on me, it’s really you.
[Deathrow smiles]
UPS Man: How it’s going man?
[Deathrow smiles and nods]
UPS Man: The guys are never going to believe this. We watch you on cable all the time. We steal it, but no one will find out.
[Dextro interjects]
Dextro: Um...is there something you want someone to sign?
UPS Man: REALLY! Can you sign my postal bag, and my truck, and my right nipple....
[Dextro and Tommy look at each other with a disgusted look on their face.]
Dextro: No I meant, something we sign for the package.
[UPS Man looks dejected. He hands over the clipboard]
UPS Man: Sign here please.
[Tommy takes the clipboard and puts his John Hancock. UPS Man hands Dextro the package. Deathrow hands UPS Man back the board.]
UPS Man: Now can I get those autographs?
[Deathrow smiles and then slams in the door right in his face]
Dextro: Weirdos. Anyways what did you get dude?
[Deathrow proceeds to open up the box and pulls out the contains. He shows into Cam’]
Dextro: TYPE AND SPEAK FOR MUTES COMPUTER SOFTWARE!! Oh lord!
30 Minutes Later...
[We find Deathrow and Dextro sitting down in front of a computer in the library.]
Dextro: It looks like it’s finish downloading. Go ahead and type something....
[Tommy types two words and out from the computer speakers comes a robotic voice.]
Robot Voice: Casino....sucks.
[Dextro bursts out into laughter.]
Dextro: I should have known that’s what you bought this for.
[Deathrow types again.]
Robot Voice: That...man....sucks...
Dextro: Oh lord here we go.....
[Deathrow types a whole bunch of words!]
Robot Voice: Lalaland may be an interesting place to visit, but you are not going to enjoy your stay at 8440 112 Street NW. Incase you are wondering, that's the address for the University Of Alberta Hospital, which you Casino will be immediately visiting after TNF goes off the air.
Dextro: That thing is suppose to be used for people who REALLY can’t speak.
[Deathrow types]
Robot Voice: I don’t care. I’m gonna get my point across, even if it means through the computer.
[Dextro looks down at Deathrow and shakes his head. Deathrow types again...]
Robot Voice: We've seen it a hundred times over. A punk walks up to a legitimate professional wrestler....believing he is something special, and he gets his ass kicked in front of a live television audience. You can talk all you want about what’s right Casino, all you want about being a “tough guy”, but the only thing you need to worry about is the pain you are going to experience by being in the ring with someone as tough and talented as the The Superstar under what else but the Superstar rules baby. The people don't care about you. Never have. Never will. They won't miss you when you are gone. Ultimately, they decide all and until you get it into your head that the opponent you are facing on Tuesday is the real deal and is who they care about....you will never learn what this business is truly about.
Dextro: Wow, this is getting really disturbing. It sounds like Robocop is talking.....
[Deathrow ignores him and keeps on typing]
Robot Voice: Chris Casino, I will grind your face into the mat so badly, that if Sadam Hussain saw the match, he would even say that it's quite enough. You may think that I am so ego-driven, that no one is on my level....but hell boy, that's called self-confidence. I have to believe that everyone is going to get the toughest match of their lives against me, or I am not going to even come close to winning. Do I think I am better than you are? You know full and well I do....Do I think you’re better than me, HELL NO! It’s funny how Casino focuses on when I talk, instead of focusing on what I’m going to do to him in the ring. What happens before the match is irrelvant, it’s what happens in the match and all I can say is that you’re not going to like the outcome of this week’s match. It isn’t about what’s right, it’s about who’s better Chris....and you’re looking at the best in the business,,,,
[Deathrow sits back in the chair and thinks. He smiles and begins to type again.]
Robot Voice: Death....Death is on my mind. Kenny, you took my voice and now this week I’ll take something of yours, you’re pathetic little leader. Chris You’re a man on borrowed time yo, and at TNF you’re time is up....
[Deathrow gets up and walks away from the computer as the scene fades.]