Post by Chris Casino on Dec 16, 2005 14:36:34 GMT -5
- Training -
At the Foxxxy Dolls Gentleman's club we find our hero Chris Casino taking in the sights. Inside the club three stages are set up and on each one a beautiful woman shakes what her momma gave here to get some coin. On stage one Amber, a beautiful blonde that bears a striking resemblance to Pamela Anderson, has a group of Japanese tourists panting. Over to the left on stage two is Domino, a striking black woman with a body Priests would commit sins for. And finally on stage three is Luscious and her name says it all. Sitting towards the back sits Chris Casino sitting alone at a VIP table. His suit is rumpled from one lap dance to many and he's drinking beer as if prohibition is coming back. He sees the camera crew and waves us over. As he talks he has to slightly shout over the blasting music that pulses from the clubs PA system.
Casino: Like the place? I bought it last year just as it was ready to file for bankruptcy. Now look at it, it's the hottest strip joint in all of Vegas. What can I say? I got the magic touch.
A dancer walks past Casino and gives him her best sexy smile and shake of the hips.
Casino: Damn. You don't see girls like this up in Canada. Hell, every hick I saw up there had more facial hair than I do. Now I know you must be dying to know why the future NAPW World Champion has called you here...So let's go to my office and chit chat.
Casino stands up, drops a $100 bill on his table and heads towards the back of the club. We follow him down a dark hallway, the music growing dimmer as he head into the bowels of the mammoth club.
Casino: I used to hate seeing a camera...You know after that tape of me and Halle Berry got out and all. But now here I am with my own crew following me around like some damn reality show. Funny how that works.
Casino opens a door at the end of the hallway and we step inside a plush room. He takes a seat behind his mahogany desk and behind him we see a bank of monitors that show every inch of what's going on inside the club. We take a seat in front of Casino as he places his legs up on his desk.
Casino: In a few short days I trudge up to Canada and lay waste to their paper champion. Why, in three days I'll be known as Chris Casino...NAPW World Heavyweight Champion. D! meanwhile will still be known as...Well, D!. If I was that guy I'd at least pick a letter that better represents me. Like "S" cause he absolutely sucks. But then again you all know that. We're days away from the biggest match of his useless career and he hasn't so much as said "boo" about me. Not that I'm shocked...Canadians for the most part are cowards to begin with.
First thing I'll do after I win the NAPW Title is to bring it back here. Back home. As a favorite son of Las Vegas maybe they'll hold a parade for me or something. I just wish...Well...I wish that D! was an actual talent outside of his trailer park. I can see it now, the main question I'll be getting in future interviews isn't how I feel about being champion...It'll be "Who the Hell is D!?" And I'll have to hang my head and tell them the truth...D!'s a nobody. A chump who overstayed his fifteen minutes of fame. Maybe after I destroy his Canadian bacon ass at Monday Night Fights he can recover and go headline Action where he belongs.
After I win the NAPW title and deny D! any kind of re-match...My list of potential challengers are pretty damn slim. Ravager? Khaos? Mirage? Ugh. Although there are a few cats who I think are ALMOST deserving of my attention...But for now I'll play my cards close and keep them a secret. I don't want anyone in NAPW to get a big head cause they think Chris Casino admires their talent. Limited a sit might be. Wait...What was I talking about? Oh yeah that moron D! and his embarrassing attempts to amuse his countrymen. I have no doubt that as we speak, D! is at home hurriedly scribbling away with his crayons to come up with another one of his asinine promos.
Casino glances at his monitors and sighs.
Casino: Things will change once I win that NAPW Title. For the better. No more low ratings because of D!'s hogging the spotlight. No more piss poor buy rates for our super shows cause D!'s in the main event. Hell, it makes me belive that their really is a Christmas. At any rate...D! if your watching this I want you to know one thing. Once I beat you...I want your ass gone from my sight. I'll be to busy leading NAPW into a very profitable future. I just won't have the time to goof off with your sorry ass anymore. Try not to cry.
Casino dismisses us and we leave alone with his thoughts in his office.
- cut to a commercial for the Bellagio Resort & Casino -
At the Foxxxy Dolls Gentleman's club we find our hero Chris Casino taking in the sights. Inside the club three stages are set up and on each one a beautiful woman shakes what her momma gave here to get some coin. On stage one Amber, a beautiful blonde that bears a striking resemblance to Pamela Anderson, has a group of Japanese tourists panting. Over to the left on stage two is Domino, a striking black woman with a body Priests would commit sins for. And finally on stage three is Luscious and her name says it all. Sitting towards the back sits Chris Casino sitting alone at a VIP table. His suit is rumpled from one lap dance to many and he's drinking beer as if prohibition is coming back. He sees the camera crew and waves us over. As he talks he has to slightly shout over the blasting music that pulses from the clubs PA system.
Casino: Like the place? I bought it last year just as it was ready to file for bankruptcy. Now look at it, it's the hottest strip joint in all of Vegas. What can I say? I got the magic touch.
A dancer walks past Casino and gives him her best sexy smile and shake of the hips.
Casino: Damn. You don't see girls like this up in Canada. Hell, every hick I saw up there had more facial hair than I do. Now I know you must be dying to know why the future NAPW World Champion has called you here...So let's go to my office and chit chat.
Casino stands up, drops a $100 bill on his table and heads towards the back of the club. We follow him down a dark hallway, the music growing dimmer as he head into the bowels of the mammoth club.
Casino: I used to hate seeing a camera...You know after that tape of me and Halle Berry got out and all. But now here I am with my own crew following me around like some damn reality show. Funny how that works.
Casino opens a door at the end of the hallway and we step inside a plush room. He takes a seat behind his mahogany desk and behind him we see a bank of monitors that show every inch of what's going on inside the club. We take a seat in front of Casino as he places his legs up on his desk.
Casino: In a few short days I trudge up to Canada and lay waste to their paper champion. Why, in three days I'll be known as Chris Casino...NAPW World Heavyweight Champion. D! meanwhile will still be known as...Well, D!. If I was that guy I'd at least pick a letter that better represents me. Like "S" cause he absolutely sucks. But then again you all know that. We're days away from the biggest match of his useless career and he hasn't so much as said "boo" about me. Not that I'm shocked...Canadians for the most part are cowards to begin with.
First thing I'll do after I win the NAPW Title is to bring it back here. Back home. As a favorite son of Las Vegas maybe they'll hold a parade for me or something. I just wish...Well...I wish that D! was an actual talent outside of his trailer park. I can see it now, the main question I'll be getting in future interviews isn't how I feel about being champion...It'll be "Who the Hell is D!?" And I'll have to hang my head and tell them the truth...D!'s a nobody. A chump who overstayed his fifteen minutes of fame. Maybe after I destroy his Canadian bacon ass at Monday Night Fights he can recover and go headline Action where he belongs.
After I win the NAPW title and deny D! any kind of re-match...My list of potential challengers are pretty damn slim. Ravager? Khaos? Mirage? Ugh. Although there are a few cats who I think are ALMOST deserving of my attention...But for now I'll play my cards close and keep them a secret. I don't want anyone in NAPW to get a big head cause they think Chris Casino admires their talent. Limited a sit might be. Wait...What was I talking about? Oh yeah that moron D! and his embarrassing attempts to amuse his countrymen. I have no doubt that as we speak, D! is at home hurriedly scribbling away with his crayons to come up with another one of his asinine promos.
Casino glances at his monitors and sighs.
Casino: Things will change once I win that NAPW Title. For the better. No more low ratings because of D!'s hogging the spotlight. No more piss poor buy rates for our super shows cause D!'s in the main event. Hell, it makes me belive that their really is a Christmas. At any rate...D! if your watching this I want you to know one thing. Once I beat you...I want your ass gone from my sight. I'll be to busy leading NAPW into a very profitable future. I just won't have the time to goof off with your sorry ass anymore. Try not to cry.
Casino dismisses us and we leave alone with his thoughts in his office.
- cut to a commercial for the Bellagio Resort & Casino -