Post by Chris Casino on Mar 11, 2007 0:26:03 GMT -5
"Kevin Kodiak, that's the name of the man who stands between me and breaking yet another record here in NAPW. It would be easy to take him lightly. I mean look at 'em. He's a mook. But I don't take anyone lightly, not even second class athletes like Mr. Kodiak. I mean, just last year I took Lobo lightly and he pinned me. I'm still in therapy over that one. No I belive I'll come into Tuesday Night Fights not only thinking that Kodiak could beat me, but that he will beat me. With that type of motivation in my mind, I have no doubt that I'll step up my game. Raise the bar even higher. When people talk about show stealing matches, they think Chris Casino. When the Dirty Canadians speak of great technical mat wrestlers my name is always at the top of the list. When people talk about Kevin Kodiak they think...Who the (BLEEP) is Kevin Kodiak? This man will not be the one who takes away my Pure Honor Title, this man will not be the one who finally pins me in a singles match, this man...Is simply another win for Chris Casino."
Chris Casino sits across the table and tries not to make eye contact with his wife. Casino is dressed in a dark Armani suit while his wife is wearing a snug black dress that hugs every curve. Then there are the lawyers. Vultures. But desperate times call for desperate measures. A tough looking female lawyer sits with Monique, while Casino has a lawyer who looks like he's in his early hundreds. Numerous papers are scattered on the table.
Moniques Lawyer: Like I was saying, my client feels that she's entitled to her share.
Casinos Lawyer: Her share? They've been married for less than a month! Not only that but the situation surrounding this marriage is dubious at best.
Moniques Lawyer: We simply think that...
Casinos Lawyer: Who cares what you think! You're not gettin' a dime!
Casino watches as his soon to be ex wife blinks away a tear. He loudly clears his throat and the battling lawyers stop their wrangling.
Casino: (to the lawyers) Could you two give us a moment?
Casinos Lawyer: Mr. Casino I don't think that...
Casino: Get out. Both of you.
Papers are shuffled into briefcases and the legal eagles beat a hasty retreat. Casino looks again at his wife and sighs.
Casino: I don't want to hurt you, I just think this is best for both of us.
Monique offers his a weak smile.
Monique: I don't want your money Chris, I have money of my own.
Casino: I know. I know. It's just that....I'm not ready to be married. In fact I never wanted to get married. Face it, we got drunk and we got hitched in a cheap twenty four hour Vegas chapel.
Monique: Like thousands of others don't. Chris, are you doing this because of your image? You know that whole Canadian thing of yours?
Casino: What? No.
Monique: Are you doing this because of what Raul Havok is saying, I know he's been in your ear.
Casino: No. Havok's just looking out for my best....
Monique: Do you love me?
Ugh! Like a punch to the guy this question staggers Casino and interrupts his train of thought.
Casino: I....Uh...I don't know how I feel about you. I'm sorry.
Monique: (sadly) Yeah.
Casino: Face it, it would have never worked out. I'm...I'm not a good person.
Monique: That's not true. I know you Chris. You're just letting people manipulate you into something you know you're not. You're good and you're decent. I've seen it.
Casino looks away from her.
Casino: (clears throat) Look let's just get this over with. Please.
An awkward silence fills the room, neither person willing to take their eyes off of each other. However it's Monique that finally gives in and looks down at the papers before her. She takes a pen and scrawls her name on the dotted line. Finished she shoves the papers over to Casino.
Monique: There, you're free.
Casino: Look you know, if you need something, anything then....
A simple look from the woman shuts him up. He watches as stands from the table and starts to leave the room, but not before she leans over to her now ex husband and whispers....
Monique:....You're being set up Chris, you will be betrayed in the end.
Casino turns his face up to look at her as we fade out.
The dark limo glides through traffic as Casino sits in the back lost in thought. They pass the Luxor on their right and a horde of photo happy tourists on their left.
Casino: Kevin Kodiak. You're set to make history my friend. If you beat me you'll become an overnight superstar. The Pure Honor Title will be secondary to the sudden burst of fame and fortune that will find you if you win at Tuesday Night Fights. But of course, we both know that will never happen. While you see this as a golden opportunity I see it as a way to once more hit NAPW where it hurts. I take you down and NAPW losses another rising star. If you ask me, this war has already been won. For every NAPW star that has crossed the path of The Untouchables, we chalk up win after win.
Casino: In the last few months I've helped shelve Bickle, Kidd & Cartwright. I just beat Tommy Deathrow in his own gimmick match. I've beaten our current Heavyweight Champion twice in tag team encounters. NAPW has all but waved the white flag of surrender. Hell, they should be packing their stuff and getting ready to move to Vegas. But still they fight me. They offer up sacrificial lambs like yourself in order to wear me down. But I will not be denied. I will not abandon my cause. North America Pro Wrestling will become a reality.
Casino: As for the man who stands before me and this goal? Kevin Kodiak? I ask you this? (beat) Do you frickin' live in airports? I ask this because in the two pitiful excuses of promos that you've produced, both have emanated from an airport. While granted you're not the most clever person I've ever seen nor are you the most intimidating but you would think that just by watching other peoples promos, like mine, you would get the idea that people don't want to see the same crap over and over again.
Casino punches a button and the tinted power window opens a crack. Sunlight fights to get into the limo.
Casino: I'm glad you spent some quality time with Golden Showers or whatever his damn name was. He showed you some new moves eh? Did he show you the one where you beg me not to kick your ass on national TV? By the way, training under a guy who lost a title called "the Pacific Rim Job" title doesn't instill me with a lot of confidence in your abilities. As usual I'm going to have to carry the match and make you look like a million bucks. Jesus the things I do to entertain the masses.
Casino: I was shocked to discover that you took the time to look up the definition of Pure Honor. By that I mean I'm stunned that you can read a book that doesn't have the following phrase "See Spot Run." Your idea of Honor and mine differ greatly. I look at at this belt as spoils from the ongoing war. I took a predominantly Canadian championship and made it more valuable that the strap Ravager currently holds. My code of Honor? By any means necessary.
Casino: You talk about willing to do anything and everything to beat me. I wonder, are you willing to spill blood like Tommy? Are you willing to step into a ring with a man who ends careers like a boy collects baseball cards? Kevin Kodiak are you willing you taint your soul in order to claim the NAPW Pure Honor Championship? I have walked through Hell and lived to tell about it. I've beaten the best and won every title that means anything in this company. I am a legend. What are you Kodiak? Besides screwed.
Casino runs a hand through his hair.
Casino: I will break you at Tuesday Night Fights. Another body to be cast aside in the growing war between The Untouchables and Rex Calibers piss ant army. If you leant anything from our match, I hope you learn this...No one beats Chris Casino. That, you can damn well bank on.
Casino motions for us to stop filming and we comply.
- fade out -
Divorce Court. Vegas.
Chris Casino sits across the table and tries not to make eye contact with his wife. Casino is dressed in a dark Armani suit while his wife is wearing a snug black dress that hugs every curve. Then there are the lawyers. Vultures. But desperate times call for desperate measures. A tough looking female lawyer sits with Monique, while Casino has a lawyer who looks like he's in his early hundreds. Numerous papers are scattered on the table.
Moniques Lawyer: Like I was saying, my client feels that she's entitled to her share.
Casinos Lawyer: Her share? They've been married for less than a month! Not only that but the situation surrounding this marriage is dubious at best.
Moniques Lawyer: We simply think that...
Casinos Lawyer: Who cares what you think! You're not gettin' a dime!
Casino watches as his soon to be ex wife blinks away a tear. He loudly clears his throat and the battling lawyers stop their wrangling.
Casino: (to the lawyers) Could you two give us a moment?
Casinos Lawyer: Mr. Casino I don't think that...
Casino: Get out. Both of you.
Papers are shuffled into briefcases and the legal eagles beat a hasty retreat. Casino looks again at his wife and sighs.
Casino: I don't want to hurt you, I just think this is best for both of us.
Monique offers his a weak smile.
Monique: I don't want your money Chris, I have money of my own.
Casino: I know. I know. It's just that....I'm not ready to be married. In fact I never wanted to get married. Face it, we got drunk and we got hitched in a cheap twenty four hour Vegas chapel.
Monique: Like thousands of others don't. Chris, are you doing this because of your image? You know that whole Canadian thing of yours?
Casino: What? No.
Monique: Are you doing this because of what Raul Havok is saying, I know he's been in your ear.
Casino: No. Havok's just looking out for my best....
Monique: Do you love me?
Ugh! Like a punch to the guy this question staggers Casino and interrupts his train of thought.
Casino: I....Uh...I don't know how I feel about you. I'm sorry.
Monique: (sadly) Yeah.
Casino: Face it, it would have never worked out. I'm...I'm not a good person.
Monique: That's not true. I know you Chris. You're just letting people manipulate you into something you know you're not. You're good and you're decent. I've seen it.
Casino looks away from her.
Casino: (clears throat) Look let's just get this over with. Please.
An awkward silence fills the room, neither person willing to take their eyes off of each other. However it's Monique that finally gives in and looks down at the papers before her. She takes a pen and scrawls her name on the dotted line. Finished she shoves the papers over to Casino.
Monique: There, you're free.
Casino: Look you know, if you need something, anything then....
A simple look from the woman shuts him up. He watches as stands from the table and starts to leave the room, but not before she leans over to her now ex husband and whispers....
Monique:....You're being set up Chris, you will be betrayed in the end.
Casino turns his face up to look at her as we fade out.
The Limo. Vegas Strip.
The dark limo glides through traffic as Casino sits in the back lost in thought. They pass the Luxor on their right and a horde of photo happy tourists on their left.
Casino: Kevin Kodiak. You're set to make history my friend. If you beat me you'll become an overnight superstar. The Pure Honor Title will be secondary to the sudden burst of fame and fortune that will find you if you win at Tuesday Night Fights. But of course, we both know that will never happen. While you see this as a golden opportunity I see it as a way to once more hit NAPW where it hurts. I take you down and NAPW losses another rising star. If you ask me, this war has already been won. For every NAPW star that has crossed the path of The Untouchables, we chalk up win after win.
Casino: In the last few months I've helped shelve Bickle, Kidd & Cartwright. I just beat Tommy Deathrow in his own gimmick match. I've beaten our current Heavyweight Champion twice in tag team encounters. NAPW has all but waved the white flag of surrender. Hell, they should be packing their stuff and getting ready to move to Vegas. But still they fight me. They offer up sacrificial lambs like yourself in order to wear me down. But I will not be denied. I will not abandon my cause. North America Pro Wrestling will become a reality.
Casino: As for the man who stands before me and this goal? Kevin Kodiak? I ask you this? (beat) Do you frickin' live in airports? I ask this because in the two pitiful excuses of promos that you've produced, both have emanated from an airport. While granted you're not the most clever person I've ever seen nor are you the most intimidating but you would think that just by watching other peoples promos, like mine, you would get the idea that people don't want to see the same crap over and over again.
Casino punches a button and the tinted power window opens a crack. Sunlight fights to get into the limo.
Casino: I'm glad you spent some quality time with Golden Showers or whatever his damn name was. He showed you some new moves eh? Did he show you the one where you beg me not to kick your ass on national TV? By the way, training under a guy who lost a title called "the Pacific Rim Job" title doesn't instill me with a lot of confidence in your abilities. As usual I'm going to have to carry the match and make you look like a million bucks. Jesus the things I do to entertain the masses.
Casino: I was shocked to discover that you took the time to look up the definition of Pure Honor. By that I mean I'm stunned that you can read a book that doesn't have the following phrase "See Spot Run." Your idea of Honor and mine differ greatly. I look at at this belt as spoils from the ongoing war. I took a predominantly Canadian championship and made it more valuable that the strap Ravager currently holds. My code of Honor? By any means necessary.
Casino: You talk about willing to do anything and everything to beat me. I wonder, are you willing to spill blood like Tommy? Are you willing to step into a ring with a man who ends careers like a boy collects baseball cards? Kevin Kodiak are you willing you taint your soul in order to claim the NAPW Pure Honor Championship? I have walked through Hell and lived to tell about it. I've beaten the best and won every title that means anything in this company. I am a legend. What are you Kodiak? Besides screwed.
Casino runs a hand through his hair.
Casino: I will break you at Tuesday Night Fights. Another body to be cast aside in the growing war between The Untouchables and Rex Calibers piss ant army. If you leant anything from our match, I hope you learn this...No one beats Chris Casino. That, you can damn well bank on.
Casino motions for us to stop filming and we comply.
- fade out -