Post by Chris Casino on Dec 16, 2005 0:56:34 GMT -5
- Suite 420, Bellagio Casino & Resort -
Inside a hotel suite that's bigger than most homes we find our hero Chris Casino anxiously awaiting us. He's dressed in a white terry cloth robe and his blond hair is still damp from his shower. He's seated in a plush leather chair and behind him we can see the sun creeping above the horizon through the fifteen foot high bay window. Casino flashes his best fake smile and gestures for us to take a seat. Casino takes a sip from his coffee and clears his throat.
Casino: You'll have to excuse me, a morning person I'm not. However, I'm glad you came. Then again it's what I pay you guys for isn't it?
Chris Casino takes another sip of his coffee and yawns.
Casino: I asked you here this morning to express my dismay over the fact that my little buddy D! has yet to grant us one of his though provoking promos. As ridiculous as they are, I find your little rants growing on me. Whenever I hear that you're on the television the first thought is...Finally! He got busted for child molestation...But once I discover that's not it, I find myself almost giddy that it's one of your stupid uninformative promos. You see, you're like a clown to me. Nothing more. I see you playing the fool with Khaos or doing an Abbott and Costello routine with Ravager and it kills me. This guy...I think to myself...Is the World Heavyweight Champion?
I'm sure you do you're little jokes as a way to amuse your fellow countrymen. Or as I like to refer to it...Kissing the publics ass to get some attention. Either way I could care less. You know your time as champion is about to come to an end so what's a fool to do I wonder? Will you put on your tough guy routine and try and scare me? Will you try to be funny...And fail? Maybe you'll do the wise thing and just no show MNF so the NAPW can award me the title. A title I rightfully deserve. Why should the NAPW settle for second rate with you when they can go first class with me? Whatever you plan on doing...PLEASE spar us anymore of your boring - oh poor me - sob stories from your youth. That that crap to the lifetime channel buddy.
Unlike you D!, I was born into wealth. I can buy anything I desire. Have anything I want. Hell, I could just buy NAPW and fire you for my own amusement. But that...That would spoil my fun. That would be to easy. I want to make you pay for your mediocre run as champion. I want you to shake my hand as they award me the NAPW Title. I want you to tell the world that your dirty Canadian ass got bitch slapped by "The Future" Chris Casino. I've wrestled all over the world kid. Faced legends and icons. Hell, I've beaten REAL talent. Unlike you. What have you done? You got handed a title and had Winchell protect you until he could afford me. You might not belive it...Or want to belive it but it's the truth. Why would I lie?
Casino takes another drink of coffee as the room is filled with the new days sun. We notice that the mini bar in the suite has been thoroughly depleted.
Casino: Monday will be glorious kid. I'll not only beat your ass and win the title...But I'll bring it back to a country that knows talent when they see it. Take a look over there...
We pan over and see a plaque already made up. All it's missing is the NAPW World Title.
Casino: After Monday that plaque will be complete and I'll be in total control of the NAPW. I'll defend my title against REAL talent. Unlike you D!. In fact, I'm such a nice guy that I'll even give you a rematch for the belt...Right after you lick my boots. It's a damn shame that NAPW doesn't have a Woman's Title cause I think that would be right up your alley D!. I tell you this...Once that belt is around my waist - I call the shots. Terry Brandon and myself will decide when and where we defend the title. And I can guarantee your sorry ass you won't be seeing a lot of me in America's Attic, aka Canada.
Casino: In fact, since you're such the comedian I got some jokes for you D!.
* What do you call a Canadian with a sheep under each arm? A menage a trios.
* What does a Canadian say when you step on his foot? "Sorry"
* How many Canadians does it take to change a light bulb? None. Dirty Canadians can't afford them.
* What is D!'s mother's nickname? Easy.
* Why did D!'s little girlfriend jump off a bridge? To escape D!'s nonstop - monotonous - sleep inducing - devoid of any humor promos.
Casino takes a breath and another sip of coffee. He looks at the croissants set out for him and decides against them.
Casino: D!, you putz, you know why I hate you? Because I see an unworthy man holding a title that should be around the waist on a man like myself. You're a fraud, a sham and a disgrace to wrestling. In that cage I will take away what you value most...No not your G.I. Joe Collection, your NAPW World Title. I'll expose you for the no talent bum you are. You can't beat me D!, you couldn't do it in the three way dance and you sure as Hell can't do it Monday. So go ahead D!...Amuse us with your silly antics. Make us smile with your tough guy image. And polish that title up for me kid. Cause what Casino wants...Casino gets.
Casino waves us away and returns to his coffee.
- Cut to a commercial for Monday Night Fights! We finally have Talent! -
Inside a hotel suite that's bigger than most homes we find our hero Chris Casino anxiously awaiting us. He's dressed in a white terry cloth robe and his blond hair is still damp from his shower. He's seated in a plush leather chair and behind him we can see the sun creeping above the horizon through the fifteen foot high bay window. Casino flashes his best fake smile and gestures for us to take a seat. Casino takes a sip from his coffee and clears his throat.
Casino: You'll have to excuse me, a morning person I'm not. However, I'm glad you came. Then again it's what I pay you guys for isn't it?
Chris Casino takes another sip of his coffee and yawns.
Casino: I asked you here this morning to express my dismay over the fact that my little buddy D! has yet to grant us one of his though provoking promos. As ridiculous as they are, I find your little rants growing on me. Whenever I hear that you're on the television the first thought is...Finally! He got busted for child molestation...But once I discover that's not it, I find myself almost giddy that it's one of your stupid uninformative promos. You see, you're like a clown to me. Nothing more. I see you playing the fool with Khaos or doing an Abbott and Costello routine with Ravager and it kills me. This guy...I think to myself...Is the World Heavyweight Champion?
I'm sure you do you're little jokes as a way to amuse your fellow countrymen. Or as I like to refer to it...Kissing the publics ass to get some attention. Either way I could care less. You know your time as champion is about to come to an end so what's a fool to do I wonder? Will you put on your tough guy routine and try and scare me? Will you try to be funny...And fail? Maybe you'll do the wise thing and just no show MNF so the NAPW can award me the title. A title I rightfully deserve. Why should the NAPW settle for second rate with you when they can go first class with me? Whatever you plan on doing...PLEASE spar us anymore of your boring - oh poor me - sob stories from your youth. That that crap to the lifetime channel buddy.
Unlike you D!, I was born into wealth. I can buy anything I desire. Have anything I want. Hell, I could just buy NAPW and fire you for my own amusement. But that...That would spoil my fun. That would be to easy. I want to make you pay for your mediocre run as champion. I want you to shake my hand as they award me the NAPW Title. I want you to tell the world that your dirty Canadian ass got bitch slapped by "The Future" Chris Casino. I've wrestled all over the world kid. Faced legends and icons. Hell, I've beaten REAL talent. Unlike you. What have you done? You got handed a title and had Winchell protect you until he could afford me. You might not belive it...Or want to belive it but it's the truth. Why would I lie?
Casino takes another drink of coffee as the room is filled with the new days sun. We notice that the mini bar in the suite has been thoroughly depleted.
Casino: Monday will be glorious kid. I'll not only beat your ass and win the title...But I'll bring it back to a country that knows talent when they see it. Take a look over there...
We pan over and see a plaque already made up. All it's missing is the NAPW World Title.
Casino: After Monday that plaque will be complete and I'll be in total control of the NAPW. I'll defend my title against REAL talent. Unlike you D!. In fact, I'm such a nice guy that I'll even give you a rematch for the belt...Right after you lick my boots. It's a damn shame that NAPW doesn't have a Woman's Title cause I think that would be right up your alley D!. I tell you this...Once that belt is around my waist - I call the shots. Terry Brandon and myself will decide when and where we defend the title. And I can guarantee your sorry ass you won't be seeing a lot of me in America's Attic, aka Canada.
Casino: In fact, since you're such the comedian I got some jokes for you D!.
* What do you call a Canadian with a sheep under each arm? A menage a trios.
* What does a Canadian say when you step on his foot? "Sorry"
* How many Canadians does it take to change a light bulb? None. Dirty Canadians can't afford them.
* What is D!'s mother's nickname? Easy.
* Why did D!'s little girlfriend jump off a bridge? To escape D!'s nonstop - monotonous - sleep inducing - devoid of any humor promos.
Casino takes a breath and another sip of coffee. He looks at the croissants set out for him and decides against them.
Casino: D!, you putz, you know why I hate you? Because I see an unworthy man holding a title that should be around the waist on a man like myself. You're a fraud, a sham and a disgrace to wrestling. In that cage I will take away what you value most...No not your G.I. Joe Collection, your NAPW World Title. I'll expose you for the no talent bum you are. You can't beat me D!, you couldn't do it in the three way dance and you sure as Hell can't do it Monday. So go ahead D!...Amuse us with your silly antics. Make us smile with your tough guy image. And polish that title up for me kid. Cause what Casino wants...Casino gets.
Casino waves us away and returns to his coffee.
- Cut to a commercial for Monday Night Fights! We finally have Talent! -