Post by Chris Casino on Mar 4, 2007 15:33:38 GMT -5
"The best way to predict the future is to invent it."
You see these kind of places everywhere. Small houses where out of work housewives try to convince you that they're seers. They eagerly take your money and tell you want you want to hear. While Sin City is built upon facades and mirages, places like this are frowned on. Usually it's only the most desperate of people who frequent these establishments, but not today. Today two special guests are sitting in the musty smelling living room of the woman who calls herself Fatima. Chris Casino and his dirty Canadian wife Monique are sitting at a table awaiting their appointment with this fortune teller. Casino looks bored and antsy. Monique on the other hand looks alive, as if she lives for these ridiculous things.
Casino: Tell me again...Why are we here?
Monique: It's because I want to see what our future holds. I've been to a lot of these places in the past and....
Casino: They're all fakes you know.
Monique: Not this woman. She told me about you. About how we'd met, fall in love and marry.
Casino: Odd, I don't quite remember it going down like that. I remember having drinks with you and then....
Before he can finish the beads that cover the doorway to the living room part as an old woman shambles into view.
Casino: (whispering) Christ she looks like a gypsy.
Monique elbows Casino to be quiet and smiles at the woman before them. She is indeed dressed like a gypsy and her skin has a weathered look to it. She takes a seat across from Casino and Monique and smiles. She has "Summer Teeth." Some are here, some are there.....
Fatima: Welcome back child. I see your future came true for you after all.
Monique: Yes Ma'am. I brought my new husband to you so that you can tell him what lies ahead for him.
Casino: Oh for God's sake....
Fatima: You question me?
Casino: Lady, we're in Vegas. I question everything around here.
The old woman cackles and takes the hand of Monique.
Casino: Is this where she starts chanting?
Monique: Shhhhh!
The woman shuts her eyes and starts to sway in her chair all the while humming to herself. Casino can barely conceal a big grin.
Fatima: I see great things in store for you......
Casino: (muttering to himself) No doubt bought with my money.
Fatima: You will face trials and tribulations however and you will be tempted.
Monique: (surprised) Tempted?
Fatima: To listen with your heart and not your head.
Monique looks embarrassed and Casino takes note of this.
Fatima: To achieve your destiny you must ignore your feelings or you will never see what has been promised to you.
Casino groans and Fatima opens her eyes.
Fatima: You mock me?
Casino: Yeah I think this whole thing is ridiculous beyond belief. Hell the only thing you're missing is a damn crystal ball. I know my future lady, I don't need someone on welfare to tell me what I already know.
Fatima lets go of Moniques hands and reaches out to grasp Casinos.
Fatima: Are you sure?
Casino: Indeed.
Fatima: Let let me peer into your future and see if we both see the same things.
Casino: (laughs) go for it.
Fatima goes into her routine as Casino watches her with a bemused look on his face. Moniques eyes dart between Casino and the old woman.
Fatima: I see you surrounded by enemies, many are looking to inflict pain upon you.
Casino: (sarcastically) You think?
Fatima: Bloodshed and misery await you if you continue to walk your current path.
Casino simply shrugs his shoulders.
Fatima: I see a great win, followed by a greater loss. I see a traitor in your house.
Now she has Casinos attention.
Casino: What?
Fatima: Someone is not who they say they are, it's to late to save yourself from the fall....
Casino: What fall? Who is the traitor?
Fatima: Your fall from grace. You sit atop the wrong throne Christopher. But the fall will make you see your mistakes. You'll have a chance to make everything right again. But first you must survive the fall....
Casino jerks his hands away from the old woman. He looks shaken.
Casino: This is horseshit. For all I know you're a Doomrider fan looking to rattle me. I'm out of here.
Casino pushes back his chair, stands and leaves the room. Fatima looks at Monique.
Monique: (whispering) Who will betray my husband?
As the long black limo glides through traffic Chris Casino looks frustrated. Obviously his trip to the fortune teller shook him more than he wants to admit. Monique has been left behind ("let her find her own damn way back") he told the limo driver as they pulled away from Fatimas shabby looking house. Now Casino is loosening up his tie and punches a button on a console. The crooning voice of Donny Hathaway drifts through the car.
Casino: The world has gone nuts it appears. From fortune tellers to Deathrows pathetic promos I'm convinced that people have generally lost their collective minds. Now that I've gotten my palm read by a lady who eats out of a garbage can I can get to the business at hand. My match against Tommy D at Tuesday Night Fights. Superstar Rules. A match where anything and everything is legal. I find myself happily counting off the days until the match takes place.
Casino: Deathrow has seemed content to punish the viewing audience with not one, but two fugly promos back to back. His first one was...Stupid. What was the point in all of that humorless comedy? You had Dextro, a man who is lucky to even get a match on Action waiting on you like he's your husband. You have a UPS man who wants his nipple signed and finally you have a computer that talks for you. After I watched that promo I realized you robbed me of ten minutes of my life.
Casino: Again I ask...What was the point? To amuse your fans? To amuse the boys in the back? I liked your little love note to Dextro asking how someone like myself can represent NAPW. How I was "lucky" to beat Simply Beautiful. Tommy you stupid illiterate bitch pay close attention. Was it luck that I beat Simply Beautiful not once but three times in a row? Was it divine intervention when I put Evan Cartwright and Patrick Kidd on the shelf? Did I use a four leaf clover to successfully defend my Pure Honor Title against the overrated Patick Bickle? No. It wasn't luck. It was pure talent. Something you lack.
Casino: Do you think I fear you Tommy? If so you're in for a rude shock. I'm looking foreword to ripping open your flesh and staining the mat with your blood. I count the minutes until I get to take out yet another defender of Northern Alberta Pro Wrestling. Three months since my return Tommy and I have yet to be pinned or made to submit in a singles match. Hell, overall I've only lost one match in twelve weeks! Can you make that same claim? Can anyone? You say I'm going to the hospital and I have to admit I belive you. But while I'll be reserving a bed at said hospital your ass is going straight to the morgue. By the way Saddem Hussen is dead you stupid bastard.
Casino runs a hand over his hair. A sure sign that something is bothering him. He's been doing it a lot lately.
Casino: As for your second promo, if you want to call it that, I found it...Lacking. I fear no man in NAPW or anywhere else. Make no mistakes both of us will be hurt come Tuesday. Both of us will suffer and bleed and quite possibly have their careers ended. Am I willing to give up my career in order to end yours? Yes. Why? Because I'll always be rich Tommy. I'm twenty four and I still have a bright future ahead of me inside of a ring or not. What do you have? Beer? Drugs? Billy dressed as a French maid to get you in the mood?
Casino: People thought D! would beat me. I left him with a permanent scar on his forehead and we made history inside a steel cage. People doubted me when I challenged Evan Cartwright for the Provincial Title, yet I won. Hell, me and Even even beat the greatest tag team in NAPW history to win our tag gold. You beat two hippies. I'm the most decorated man in this promotions history. I've ended careers. I've set the bar for other to try and follow.
Casino: You're nothing to me Deathrow. You will be beaten at TNF this I can guarantee. My goal is to eradicate you and Billy...By any means I see fit. While I don't belive in the Almighty, there is a verse you should take to heart Deathrow. Say it as they wheel you out on a stretcher Tuesday night. It's simple....
Casino: The lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.
Casino smiles for the camera.
Casino: Amen Tommy. Amen.
- fade out -
Fatimas Palm Readings & Fortune Tellings. Vegas
You see these kind of places everywhere. Small houses where out of work housewives try to convince you that they're seers. They eagerly take your money and tell you want you want to hear. While Sin City is built upon facades and mirages, places like this are frowned on. Usually it's only the most desperate of people who frequent these establishments, but not today. Today two special guests are sitting in the musty smelling living room of the woman who calls herself Fatima. Chris Casino and his dirty Canadian wife Monique are sitting at a table awaiting their appointment with this fortune teller. Casino looks bored and antsy. Monique on the other hand looks alive, as if she lives for these ridiculous things.
Casino: Tell me again...Why are we here?
Monique: It's because I want to see what our future holds. I've been to a lot of these places in the past and....
Casino: They're all fakes you know.
Monique: Not this woman. She told me about you. About how we'd met, fall in love and marry.
Casino: Odd, I don't quite remember it going down like that. I remember having drinks with you and then....
Before he can finish the beads that cover the doorway to the living room part as an old woman shambles into view.
Casino: (whispering) Christ she looks like a gypsy.
Monique elbows Casino to be quiet and smiles at the woman before them. She is indeed dressed like a gypsy and her skin has a weathered look to it. She takes a seat across from Casino and Monique and smiles. She has "Summer Teeth." Some are here, some are there.....
Fatima: Welcome back child. I see your future came true for you after all.
Monique: Yes Ma'am. I brought my new husband to you so that you can tell him what lies ahead for him.
Casino: Oh for God's sake....
Fatima: You question me?
Casino: Lady, we're in Vegas. I question everything around here.
The old woman cackles and takes the hand of Monique.
Casino: Is this where she starts chanting?
Monique: Shhhhh!
The woman shuts her eyes and starts to sway in her chair all the while humming to herself. Casino can barely conceal a big grin.
Fatima: I see great things in store for you......
Casino: (muttering to himself) No doubt bought with my money.
Fatima: You will face trials and tribulations however and you will be tempted.
Monique: (surprised) Tempted?
Fatima: To listen with your heart and not your head.
Monique looks embarrassed and Casino takes note of this.
Fatima: To achieve your destiny you must ignore your feelings or you will never see what has been promised to you.
Casino groans and Fatima opens her eyes.
Fatima: You mock me?
Casino: Yeah I think this whole thing is ridiculous beyond belief. Hell the only thing you're missing is a damn crystal ball. I know my future lady, I don't need someone on welfare to tell me what I already know.
Fatima lets go of Moniques hands and reaches out to grasp Casinos.
Fatima: Are you sure?
Casino: Indeed.
Fatima: Let let me peer into your future and see if we both see the same things.
Casino: (laughs) go for it.
Fatima goes into her routine as Casino watches her with a bemused look on his face. Moniques eyes dart between Casino and the old woman.
Fatima: I see you surrounded by enemies, many are looking to inflict pain upon you.
Casino: (sarcastically) You think?
Fatima: Bloodshed and misery await you if you continue to walk your current path.
Casino simply shrugs his shoulders.
Fatima: I see a great win, followed by a greater loss. I see a traitor in your house.
Now she has Casinos attention.
Casino: What?
Fatima: Someone is not who they say they are, it's to late to save yourself from the fall....
Casino: What fall? Who is the traitor?
Fatima: Your fall from grace. You sit atop the wrong throne Christopher. But the fall will make you see your mistakes. You'll have a chance to make everything right again. But first you must survive the fall....
Casino jerks his hands away from the old woman. He looks shaken.
Casino: This is horseshit. For all I know you're a Doomrider fan looking to rattle me. I'm out of here.
Casino pushes back his chair, stands and leaves the room. Fatima looks at Monique.
Monique: (whispering) Who will betray my husband?
The Limo
As the long black limo glides through traffic Chris Casino looks frustrated. Obviously his trip to the fortune teller shook him more than he wants to admit. Monique has been left behind ("let her find her own damn way back") he told the limo driver as they pulled away from Fatimas shabby looking house. Now Casino is loosening up his tie and punches a button on a console. The crooning voice of Donny Hathaway drifts through the car.
Casino: The world has gone nuts it appears. From fortune tellers to Deathrows pathetic promos I'm convinced that people have generally lost their collective minds. Now that I've gotten my palm read by a lady who eats out of a garbage can I can get to the business at hand. My match against Tommy D at Tuesday Night Fights. Superstar Rules. A match where anything and everything is legal. I find myself happily counting off the days until the match takes place.
Casino: Deathrow has seemed content to punish the viewing audience with not one, but two fugly promos back to back. His first one was...Stupid. What was the point in all of that humorless comedy? You had Dextro, a man who is lucky to even get a match on Action waiting on you like he's your husband. You have a UPS man who wants his nipple signed and finally you have a computer that talks for you. After I watched that promo I realized you robbed me of ten minutes of my life.
Casino: Again I ask...What was the point? To amuse your fans? To amuse the boys in the back? I liked your little love note to Dextro asking how someone like myself can represent NAPW. How I was "lucky" to beat Simply Beautiful. Tommy you stupid illiterate bitch pay close attention. Was it luck that I beat Simply Beautiful not once but three times in a row? Was it divine intervention when I put Evan Cartwright and Patrick Kidd on the shelf? Did I use a four leaf clover to successfully defend my Pure Honor Title against the overrated Patick Bickle? No. It wasn't luck. It was pure talent. Something you lack.
Casino: Do you think I fear you Tommy? If so you're in for a rude shock. I'm looking foreword to ripping open your flesh and staining the mat with your blood. I count the minutes until I get to take out yet another defender of Northern Alberta Pro Wrestling. Three months since my return Tommy and I have yet to be pinned or made to submit in a singles match. Hell, overall I've only lost one match in twelve weeks! Can you make that same claim? Can anyone? You say I'm going to the hospital and I have to admit I belive you. But while I'll be reserving a bed at said hospital your ass is going straight to the morgue. By the way Saddem Hussen is dead you stupid bastard.
Casino runs a hand over his hair. A sure sign that something is bothering him. He's been doing it a lot lately.
Casino: As for your second promo, if you want to call it that, I found it...Lacking. I fear no man in NAPW or anywhere else. Make no mistakes both of us will be hurt come Tuesday. Both of us will suffer and bleed and quite possibly have their careers ended. Am I willing to give up my career in order to end yours? Yes. Why? Because I'll always be rich Tommy. I'm twenty four and I still have a bright future ahead of me inside of a ring or not. What do you have? Beer? Drugs? Billy dressed as a French maid to get you in the mood?
Casino: People thought D! would beat me. I left him with a permanent scar on his forehead and we made history inside a steel cage. People doubted me when I challenged Evan Cartwright for the Provincial Title, yet I won. Hell, me and Even even beat the greatest tag team in NAPW history to win our tag gold. You beat two hippies. I'm the most decorated man in this promotions history. I've ended careers. I've set the bar for other to try and follow.
Casino: You're nothing to me Deathrow. You will be beaten at TNF this I can guarantee. My goal is to eradicate you and Billy...By any means I see fit. While I don't belive in the Almighty, there is a verse you should take to heart Deathrow. Say it as they wheel you out on a stretcher Tuesday night. It's simple....
Casino: The lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.
Casino smiles for the camera.
Casino: Amen Tommy. Amen.
- fade out -