Post by Chris Casino on Mar 14, 2007 14:44:46 GMT -5
"Just when it looks like we're about to go over...Something stupid happens. Case in point Kurt Castle. A man who I personally recruited to be part of both The Untouchables and the North American Pro Wrestling faction. While he started off with a bang, winning the Provincial Championship, as of late he's been under the scrutiny of Rex Caliber and his goon squad. I just received word that Mr. Castle has been suspended due to failing a random NAPW drug testing. Are they serious? If anyone is on drugs around here it's people like Nightmare, Sam Finn, The Midnight Cowboys and several others who think that they're actually money making talents. This is another pathetic example of the dirty Canadians trying to keep The Untouchables down. They know that they can't rely on their so called superstars to stop us so they make up failed drug tests to pick us off one by one. Castle, wherever you are, you were a good solider but the war goes on."
Chris Casino sits at his mini bar looking like someone just kicked him in the gut. His pale demeanor can mean only one thing, the luck of The Untouchables continues to spiral downward.
Casino: How...How bad is it?
The camera pans over to a Mr. Anderson. The personal accountant of one Chris Casino. Mr. Anderson looks like he would rather be wrestling Bengal Tigers than giving his boss the following news.
Mr. Anderson: He's gone sir. From what we can tell he took the first available flight from Canada as soon as Tuesday Night Fights ended.
Casino: Where?
Mr. Anderson: (glancing down at some papers) Uh...We belive Sweden although we can't be a hundred percent sure. What we do know is that Raul Havok has vanished. Sir, I hate to ask this but it's important...How did Mr. Havok get you bank account information?
Casino shakes his head.
Casino: (whispers)...And one will betray you.
Mr. Anderson: Sir? I know this is tough but....
Casino: (frustrated) I don't know. I don't know how he got the information. I was distracted with that debacle of a marriage I got myself into not to mention my gig up north.
Mr. Anderson: Sir I don't know how to say this, but you've been wiped out. Your accounts have been completely emptied. Not only that but the FCC are starting an investigation on you.
Casino looks up at his accountant and blinks.
Casino: For what!?
Mr. Anderson: Before he took his leave Mr. Havok was able to sell off large blocks of your Bellagio stock.
Casino slumps on his barstool. He knows all to well where this is going.
Casino:(whispering) What do I have left?
Mr. Anderson: (pause) Nothing. You're broke Mr. Casino. In fact the board of directors has asked me to us, ask you to leave the Resort as soon as possible. They said that they can sell this penthouse and recoup some of their losses.
Casino: That'll be all.
Mr. Anderson: Mr. Casino I think that we need to discuss your future. You're in serious financial peril. I'm worried about you're mental health.
Casino laughs ruefully.
Casino: If you're worried I'm going to kill myself and leave a stain on the penthouse carpet then let me ease your fears. I have no plans on ending my life just because I lost a couple of bucks.
Mr. Anderson: Actually you're broke and you could be facing jail time.
Casino: Just go already! Jesus....
Mr. Anderson turns on his heels and leaves what was once the posh penthouse of Chris Casino.
Casino: Chris Casino...Broke?
Never in a million years would Chris Casino think he would find himself sitting at a dirty table in a low class fast food restaurant. Funny how losing millions makes you change your outlook on life. Casino sits alone at his table staring at his over cooked waffles. Sitting in the booth behind him is a young family complete with screaming out of control children. If Casino belived in Hell then it would probably look a lot like this.
Casino: At a time like this, one would be hard pressed to worry about wrestling. However this seems to be all I have left. Some people would take the events of the past two days and curl up and die. I however am made of sterner stuff. I'm sure that Havok and my money will be tracked down. I have no doubts that in a matter of weeks I'll be back on top of the world where I belong. All this is, is a minor bump in the road of life. Although I'm sure that people like Rex Caliber are no doubt relishing my situation. Let's see if they're still laughing when I bitch slap their champion and the tag team of Next Gen.
Casino: This past Tuesday I set yet another record in NAPW. With my win over Kevin Kodiak I have set the record for the most successful title defenses of any champion. Six title matches, six wins. Now I stand at the edge of setting yet another record. That one being beating Ravager three straight times in tag team matches. Ravager, while you and I have never faced each other one on one, if your record against me in tag competition is any indicator then you're screwed. Face it, you're nothing Ravager. So you beat Simply Beautiful and Rees to retain your title. Hooray for you.
Casino: This Tuesday The Untouchables walk into TNF with one thing on our mind. Vengeance. Retribution. Violence. Ravager, you and I have a meeting in the near future. A match that I'm looking foreword to with increasing anticipation. For a year you've ducked me, made up excuses to keep from facing me. In a few weeks you'll be out of excuses. Hell, after Sole Survivor you'll be without a Heavyweight Title. Ravager, you are perhaps the most overrated and untalented piece of trash I've ever seen. I've whipped your ass in two pervious tag team encounters and my friend, I'll make it number three come Tuesday.
A waitress wanders over and refills Casino's cup of lukewarm coffee.
Casino: As for this Next Gen team, I don't know a damn thing about you guys. Well, let me correct that, I do know that you two mooks suck. I know that your little Mexico - Japan thing is a cute little gimmick, but that's all you two seem to be. A cute gimmick. You two have been here for awhile and you've managed to do absolutely nothing in this company. From what Krenshov tells me you two scream like little girls when you get punched. Jay O' Brien even related me a story of how you two tried to pay them off before a match so that The Untouchables would "go easy" on you.
Casino: This Tuesday will be one for the books. It will be the last Tuesday Night Fights ever. Does anything really think that The Untouchables will lose on the last ever TNF? I'm sure the dirty Canadians will want this but wanting and getting are two very different things. Come Tuesday Ravager and his goof troop of Next Gen will find themselves battered, bloodied and beaten. Courtesy of The Untouchables. The final image that the viewing audience will have at the end of TNF will be this...Chris Casino, Krenshov and Jay O' Brien standing over the fallen bodies of yet more NAPW soldiers.
Casino digs into his pocket and tosses a crumpled up dollar bill onto the table.
Casino: How do you beat a man with nothing to lose you ask? You don't.
Casino gets up from his table and leaves.
* fade out *
Casino's Penthouse. Vegas
Chris Casino sits at his mini bar looking like someone just kicked him in the gut. His pale demeanor can mean only one thing, the luck of The Untouchables continues to spiral downward.
Casino: How...How bad is it?
The camera pans over to a Mr. Anderson. The personal accountant of one Chris Casino. Mr. Anderson looks like he would rather be wrestling Bengal Tigers than giving his boss the following news.
Mr. Anderson: He's gone sir. From what we can tell he took the first available flight from Canada as soon as Tuesday Night Fights ended.
Casino: Where?
Mr. Anderson: (glancing down at some papers) Uh...We belive Sweden although we can't be a hundred percent sure. What we do know is that Raul Havok has vanished. Sir, I hate to ask this but it's important...How did Mr. Havok get you bank account information?
Casino shakes his head.
Casino: (whispers)...And one will betray you.
Mr. Anderson: Sir? I know this is tough but....
Casino: (frustrated) I don't know. I don't know how he got the information. I was distracted with that debacle of a marriage I got myself into not to mention my gig up north.
Mr. Anderson: Sir I don't know how to say this, but you've been wiped out. Your accounts have been completely emptied. Not only that but the FCC are starting an investigation on you.
Casino looks up at his accountant and blinks.
Casino: For what!?
Mr. Anderson: Before he took his leave Mr. Havok was able to sell off large blocks of your Bellagio stock.
Casino slumps on his barstool. He knows all to well where this is going.
Casino:(whispering) What do I have left?
Mr. Anderson: (pause) Nothing. You're broke Mr. Casino. In fact the board of directors has asked me to us, ask you to leave the Resort as soon as possible. They said that they can sell this penthouse and recoup some of their losses.
Casino: That'll be all.
Mr. Anderson: Mr. Casino I think that we need to discuss your future. You're in serious financial peril. I'm worried about you're mental health.
Casino laughs ruefully.
Casino: If you're worried I'm going to kill myself and leave a stain on the penthouse carpet then let me ease your fears. I have no plans on ending my life just because I lost a couple of bucks.
Mr. Anderson: Actually you're broke and you could be facing jail time.
Casino: Just go already! Jesus....
Mr. Anderson turns on his heels and leaves what was once the posh penthouse of Chris Casino.
Casino: Chris Casino...Broke?
The IHOP. Vegas.
Never in a million years would Chris Casino think he would find himself sitting at a dirty table in a low class fast food restaurant. Funny how losing millions makes you change your outlook on life. Casino sits alone at his table staring at his over cooked waffles. Sitting in the booth behind him is a young family complete with screaming out of control children. If Casino belived in Hell then it would probably look a lot like this.
Casino: At a time like this, one would be hard pressed to worry about wrestling. However this seems to be all I have left. Some people would take the events of the past two days and curl up and die. I however am made of sterner stuff. I'm sure that Havok and my money will be tracked down. I have no doubts that in a matter of weeks I'll be back on top of the world where I belong. All this is, is a minor bump in the road of life. Although I'm sure that people like Rex Caliber are no doubt relishing my situation. Let's see if they're still laughing when I bitch slap their champion and the tag team of Next Gen.
Casino: This past Tuesday I set yet another record in NAPW. With my win over Kevin Kodiak I have set the record for the most successful title defenses of any champion. Six title matches, six wins. Now I stand at the edge of setting yet another record. That one being beating Ravager three straight times in tag team matches. Ravager, while you and I have never faced each other one on one, if your record against me in tag competition is any indicator then you're screwed. Face it, you're nothing Ravager. So you beat Simply Beautiful and Rees to retain your title. Hooray for you.
Casino: This Tuesday The Untouchables walk into TNF with one thing on our mind. Vengeance. Retribution. Violence. Ravager, you and I have a meeting in the near future. A match that I'm looking foreword to with increasing anticipation. For a year you've ducked me, made up excuses to keep from facing me. In a few weeks you'll be out of excuses. Hell, after Sole Survivor you'll be without a Heavyweight Title. Ravager, you are perhaps the most overrated and untalented piece of trash I've ever seen. I've whipped your ass in two pervious tag team encounters and my friend, I'll make it number three come Tuesday.
A waitress wanders over and refills Casino's cup of lukewarm coffee.
Casino: As for this Next Gen team, I don't know a damn thing about you guys. Well, let me correct that, I do know that you two mooks suck. I know that your little Mexico - Japan thing is a cute little gimmick, but that's all you two seem to be. A cute gimmick. You two have been here for awhile and you've managed to do absolutely nothing in this company. From what Krenshov tells me you two scream like little girls when you get punched. Jay O' Brien even related me a story of how you two tried to pay them off before a match so that The Untouchables would "go easy" on you.
Casino: This Tuesday will be one for the books. It will be the last Tuesday Night Fights ever. Does anything really think that The Untouchables will lose on the last ever TNF? I'm sure the dirty Canadians will want this but wanting and getting are two very different things. Come Tuesday Ravager and his goof troop of Next Gen will find themselves battered, bloodied and beaten. Courtesy of The Untouchables. The final image that the viewing audience will have at the end of TNF will be this...Chris Casino, Krenshov and Jay O' Brien standing over the fallen bodies of yet more NAPW soldiers.
Casino digs into his pocket and tosses a crumpled up dollar bill onto the table.
Casino: How do you beat a man with nothing to lose you ask? You don't.
Casino gets up from his table and leaves.
* fade out *