Post by Chris Casino on Dec 15, 2005 14:55:48 GMT -5
- The Bellagio, Las Vegas -
In the high rollers pit of the Bellagio Resort and Casino we can hear the sounds of big wins and even bigger losses. Each table is packed with badly dressed tourists trying to hit "the big one" and relieve themselves of their financial burdens back home. In Sin City everything you want can be yours, for a price. Sitting at a private VIP table we find Chris Casino trying his luck with Blackjack. He's dressed to impress as always in a tailor made Brooks Brothers suit complete with jet black wrap around sunglasses. Two gorgeous women (showgirls by the looks) flank him as he plays cards. The dealer deals two cards to Casino, a King and a ten. Twenty.
Casino: Stay.
The dealer, who is showing a queen, flips his down card and we see he has a five. Fifteen. He draws another card and it's a nine. Twenty four. Bust. The dealer shoves a pile of clay chips towards Casino and offers his best smile.
Casino: Another win. Imagine that.
Casino notices the camera crew and grins.
Casino: Hey, I'm going to take a break for a moment. Watch my chips.
Casino gets up from his chair and tosses the dealer a purple chip. A $1,000 tip. The women stay at the table, they know their man has business to attended to.
Casino: Let's step over here guys.
The group retreat to a table away from the gaming area and they all take their seats. Casino orders a drink from the waitress and smiles at the camera.
Casino: Welcome to my world D!. A world of glamour and luxury your sorry broke ass will never know. Now, maybe I should be up in Canada training for our match but a man has needs D!. Not that you would know anything about that...Being a man that is. Besides a person of my stature can stand only so much of Canada anyway. Between watching you flirt with Khaos and suffering through another Action show it's almost enough to drive a man to drinking.
The waitress returns and places Casino's drink in front of him.
Casino: Well, drink more.
Casino tips the beauty and she vanishes.
Casino: On December 19th I return to the wasteland known as Canada and face you inside a steel cage. On the last Monday Night Fights of 2005 I will not only beat you for the NAPW World Title but I'll restore hope for a company in dire need of a hero. I caught your little rambling speech about how excited you to be competing inside a cage. I thank God the camera didn't pan down from your face or otherwise I'm sure we would have seen some "Norwegian Wood" as it were. Do you honestly think I'd pick a cage match for our encounter if I didn't think I couldn't win? I don't bet on long shots D!. I don't want you to "accidentally" get yourself counted out or DQ's to retain that belt of yours. I want you in a position to where you'll lose. Clean. To a much better athlete than you could even hope to be.
Unlike the idiots you've faced before me...I don't want your stupid career. I want your blood on my hands. I want to rub your rat like face into the steel mesh and watch the blood seep from your wounds. I want...No I desire to be the next NAPW World Champion. As it stands now that title is nothing more than a joke. It has about as much value as a piece of cardboard. However, the very second that it finds it's way around my waist that NAPW World Title will finally be recognized as something important. A championship worth having. With you as champ, the company is looked down upon. They see you as champion and think that NAPW is some kinda bush league company. Yet...Here I am, with no title, and since my arrival in the NAPW the company's gotten more press than your entire reign. Just imagine how far we'll go with ME as this company's standard bearer.
It's not your fault you suck D!. You're a Canadian with limited skills and the promo ability of a cow. I'm "The Future" of NAPW. I'll take it from obscurity and make it a power to be reckoned with. At Monday Night Fights, you'll not only be fighting for your title D!, you'll be fighting to keep NAPW boring and predictable. And I just can't have that. I didn't sign a contract to work for a boring ass - going nowhere - paper champion havin' company. I signed on to become the new face of NAPW. Someone that the Canadians could look up to. It's no secret that all of you yearn to be Americans anyway. I hope you're ready to suffer kid. I hope you're willing to part ways with that gold belt. because at Monday Night Fights...I end the era of D!. And not a moment to soon.
Casino looks out over the gaming floor as he takes a sip from his Vodka.
Casino: Once I've beaten you D! I want you to go one television and tell all of your dirty Canadian friends that you got your ass kicked by the better man. That you let them down the moment someone with real talent showed up. I want to see you on TV, your face all bandaged up and tears in your eyes begging your pathetic fans not to leave you. On December 19 I will walk away with not only your title but your dignity. You know...When I watch your little promos it reminds me of another cat who just couldn't accept fate and give up what he most cherished.
A clip of "Lord Of The Rings" replaces Casino. It's shows the creature Gollum mooning over the Ring.
Gollum: My Precious.....
The clip ends and Casino is snickering.
Casino: That guy even looks like you kid. Anyway, I got better things to do than tell America how stupid D! is. Hell, I doubt anyone outside of D!'a trailer park even knows who is. But that'll all change in a few days chief. After the 19th, everyone will know you as the guy who lost the NAPW World Title...To Chris Casino.
Casino gets up and leaves the table.
- cut to a commercial for the new Chris Casino tee shirt "Whose your champ now?" -
In the high rollers pit of the Bellagio Resort and Casino we can hear the sounds of big wins and even bigger losses. Each table is packed with badly dressed tourists trying to hit "the big one" and relieve themselves of their financial burdens back home. In Sin City everything you want can be yours, for a price. Sitting at a private VIP table we find Chris Casino trying his luck with Blackjack. He's dressed to impress as always in a tailor made Brooks Brothers suit complete with jet black wrap around sunglasses. Two gorgeous women (showgirls by the looks) flank him as he plays cards. The dealer deals two cards to Casino, a King and a ten. Twenty.
Casino: Stay.
The dealer, who is showing a queen, flips his down card and we see he has a five. Fifteen. He draws another card and it's a nine. Twenty four. Bust. The dealer shoves a pile of clay chips towards Casino and offers his best smile.
Casino: Another win. Imagine that.
Casino notices the camera crew and grins.
Casino: Hey, I'm going to take a break for a moment. Watch my chips.
Casino gets up from his chair and tosses the dealer a purple chip. A $1,000 tip. The women stay at the table, they know their man has business to attended to.
Casino: Let's step over here guys.
The group retreat to a table away from the gaming area and they all take their seats. Casino orders a drink from the waitress and smiles at the camera.
Casino: Welcome to my world D!. A world of glamour and luxury your sorry broke ass will never know. Now, maybe I should be up in Canada training for our match but a man has needs D!. Not that you would know anything about that...Being a man that is. Besides a person of my stature can stand only so much of Canada anyway. Between watching you flirt with Khaos and suffering through another Action show it's almost enough to drive a man to drinking.
The waitress returns and places Casino's drink in front of him.
Casino: Well, drink more.
Casino tips the beauty and she vanishes.
Casino: On December 19th I return to the wasteland known as Canada and face you inside a steel cage. On the last Monday Night Fights of 2005 I will not only beat you for the NAPW World Title but I'll restore hope for a company in dire need of a hero. I caught your little rambling speech about how excited you to be competing inside a cage. I thank God the camera didn't pan down from your face or otherwise I'm sure we would have seen some "Norwegian Wood" as it were. Do you honestly think I'd pick a cage match for our encounter if I didn't think I couldn't win? I don't bet on long shots D!. I don't want you to "accidentally" get yourself counted out or DQ's to retain that belt of yours. I want you in a position to where you'll lose. Clean. To a much better athlete than you could even hope to be.
Unlike the idiots you've faced before me...I don't want your stupid career. I want your blood on my hands. I want to rub your rat like face into the steel mesh and watch the blood seep from your wounds. I want...No I desire to be the next NAPW World Champion. As it stands now that title is nothing more than a joke. It has about as much value as a piece of cardboard. However, the very second that it finds it's way around my waist that NAPW World Title will finally be recognized as something important. A championship worth having. With you as champ, the company is looked down upon. They see you as champion and think that NAPW is some kinda bush league company. Yet...Here I am, with no title, and since my arrival in the NAPW the company's gotten more press than your entire reign. Just imagine how far we'll go with ME as this company's standard bearer.
It's not your fault you suck D!. You're a Canadian with limited skills and the promo ability of a cow. I'm "The Future" of NAPW. I'll take it from obscurity and make it a power to be reckoned with. At Monday Night Fights, you'll not only be fighting for your title D!, you'll be fighting to keep NAPW boring and predictable. And I just can't have that. I didn't sign a contract to work for a boring ass - going nowhere - paper champion havin' company. I signed on to become the new face of NAPW. Someone that the Canadians could look up to. It's no secret that all of you yearn to be Americans anyway. I hope you're ready to suffer kid. I hope you're willing to part ways with that gold belt. because at Monday Night Fights...I end the era of D!. And not a moment to soon.
Casino looks out over the gaming floor as he takes a sip from his Vodka.
Casino: Once I've beaten you D! I want you to go one television and tell all of your dirty Canadian friends that you got your ass kicked by the better man. That you let them down the moment someone with real talent showed up. I want to see you on TV, your face all bandaged up and tears in your eyes begging your pathetic fans not to leave you. On December 19 I will walk away with not only your title but your dignity. You know...When I watch your little promos it reminds me of another cat who just couldn't accept fate and give up what he most cherished.
A clip of "Lord Of The Rings" replaces Casino. It's shows the creature Gollum mooning over the Ring.
Gollum: My Precious.....
The clip ends and Casino is snickering.
Casino: That guy even looks like you kid. Anyway, I got better things to do than tell America how stupid D! is. Hell, I doubt anyone outside of D!'a trailer park even knows who is. But that'll all change in a few days chief. After the 19th, everyone will know you as the guy who lost the NAPW World Title...To Chris Casino.
Casino gets up and leaves the table.
- cut to a commercial for the new Chris Casino tee shirt "Whose your champ now?" -