Post by Chris Casino on Mar 18, 2007 15:27:05 GMT -5
"So Ravager expresses doubts. How very paranoid of him. Obviously Ravager is too stupid to read USA Today or has failed to even watch CNN over the last week. If he had, he would have seen that one Raul Havok has been charged with fraud and is currently being chased by both the feds and the IRS for some very questionable dealings. How I wish that this were some elaborate ruse to sucker him in. Instead it's a cold hard unforgiving reality, I'm broke. All of my money, siphoned away by Havok to God knows where. All of my stock in The Bellagio sold to hungry buyers while I was screwin' around up here in Canada. I have doubts too Ravager, I doubt I'll give much of a damn when I stand across the ring from you this Tuesday night. I doubt I'll care about how much you bleed and suffer. I have my own doubts...."
Welcome to the new home of Chris Casino. Gone is the leased house in Alberta. Gone are the expensive cars and clothes. Everything has been seized by the US government to pay off the damages that Raul Havok left in his wake. To some, losing everything would break them. But not Chris, to him the things he lost were simply material. While he enjoyed them, savored them they can always be replaced. The one thing that Raul Havok left, the one thing he couldn't take from Casino is the one thing that has him sitting in this flea bag hotel looking straight into the camera. Raul Havok couldn't take Chris Casino's hatred.
Casino: They say when you look into the abyss, the abyss looks into you. Ravager, I looked into that abyss years ago and realized that I liked what I saw. I saw a man with no emotion, a man with no remorse and a man who would gleefully terrorize a wrestling promotion if it meant that he would get what he wanted. And what do I want Ravager? After all I've lost everything so I'm sure the first thing in your mind would be that I would want a return to luxury. A return to a lifestyle I thrived in. And you would be wrong.
Casino: What does a man like me really want Ravager? I want you inside of a ring. I want to end the year long suspense. Ravager I've waited, I've watched and now? I'm finally able to wrap my hands around your throat and squeeze. This Tuesday is indeed a prelude to what awaits us. Like yourself I've been told to wait, to be patient, to keep away from NAPW's golden boy Ravager. While it's true we've met in two tag team encounters, two encounters in which I've walked out on the winning end, I've been counting the very days until we settle our business once and for all.
Casino: Isn't that one of your stupid little phrases? Business is business? Well come Tuesday Night Fights I'll be all business. Krenshov and O' Brien will be all business as well as they slap around Next Gen. Face it Ravager, you're coming into a match where your opponents have their backs against a wall, where we're wounded. You know what they say about backing a wounded animal in a corner don't you? No, you probably don't. You're probably to busy waxing Rex Calibers bald head to consider such ideas. When I look at your team I see an overrated American, a midget from Mexico and some retard from Japan. A true Axis of mediocrity if I ever saw one.
Casino reaches down off camera and then returns to frame with the NAPW Pure Honor title draped over his right shoulder.
Casino: This belt? This belt is the most important title in NAPW. It's been successfully defended more times than any other title in our companies history. Former heavyweight champions, former provincial and pure honor champions, rising stars and self proclaimed legends have all had a crack at this title only to fall short. That belt you wear around your waist Ravager? I hope you keep it. I hope you beat "Sick" Billy at Sole Survivor to retain that strap. That way I'll finally get what I've been waiting fourteen months to receive. A shot at the NAPW Heavyweight Championship.
Casino: You want to beat some humility into me Ravager? I want to slap some sense into you. At Tuesday Night Fights you'll fall to me for a third straight time in tag competition. We will indeed see a glimpse of our future come Tuesday Ravager. A future that has me standing over your broken and battered body. A future that has me once more wearing the NAPW Heavyweight Title. A future...That Chris Casino will own.
Casino tries to smirk, almost gets it, but then simply grimaces for the camera and we go to black.
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Motel. Canada.
Welcome to the new home of Chris Casino. Gone is the leased house in Alberta. Gone are the expensive cars and clothes. Everything has been seized by the US government to pay off the damages that Raul Havok left in his wake. To some, losing everything would break them. But not Chris, to him the things he lost were simply material. While he enjoyed them, savored them they can always be replaced. The one thing that Raul Havok left, the one thing he couldn't take from Casino is the one thing that has him sitting in this flea bag hotel looking straight into the camera. Raul Havok couldn't take Chris Casino's hatred.
Casino: They say when you look into the abyss, the abyss looks into you. Ravager, I looked into that abyss years ago and realized that I liked what I saw. I saw a man with no emotion, a man with no remorse and a man who would gleefully terrorize a wrestling promotion if it meant that he would get what he wanted. And what do I want Ravager? After all I've lost everything so I'm sure the first thing in your mind would be that I would want a return to luxury. A return to a lifestyle I thrived in. And you would be wrong.
Casino: What does a man like me really want Ravager? I want you inside of a ring. I want to end the year long suspense. Ravager I've waited, I've watched and now? I'm finally able to wrap my hands around your throat and squeeze. This Tuesday is indeed a prelude to what awaits us. Like yourself I've been told to wait, to be patient, to keep away from NAPW's golden boy Ravager. While it's true we've met in two tag team encounters, two encounters in which I've walked out on the winning end, I've been counting the very days until we settle our business once and for all.
Casino: Isn't that one of your stupid little phrases? Business is business? Well come Tuesday Night Fights I'll be all business. Krenshov and O' Brien will be all business as well as they slap around Next Gen. Face it Ravager, you're coming into a match where your opponents have their backs against a wall, where we're wounded. You know what they say about backing a wounded animal in a corner don't you? No, you probably don't. You're probably to busy waxing Rex Calibers bald head to consider such ideas. When I look at your team I see an overrated American, a midget from Mexico and some retard from Japan. A true Axis of mediocrity if I ever saw one.
Casino reaches down off camera and then returns to frame with the NAPW Pure Honor title draped over his right shoulder.
Casino: This belt? This belt is the most important title in NAPW. It's been successfully defended more times than any other title in our companies history. Former heavyweight champions, former provincial and pure honor champions, rising stars and self proclaimed legends have all had a crack at this title only to fall short. That belt you wear around your waist Ravager? I hope you keep it. I hope you beat "Sick" Billy at Sole Survivor to retain that strap. That way I'll finally get what I've been waiting fourteen months to receive. A shot at the NAPW Heavyweight Championship.
Casino: You want to beat some humility into me Ravager? I want to slap some sense into you. At Tuesday Night Fights you'll fall to me for a third straight time in tag competition. We will indeed see a glimpse of our future come Tuesday Ravager. A future that has me standing over your broken and battered body. A future that has me once more wearing the NAPW Heavyweight Title. A future...That Chris Casino will own.
Casino tries to smirk, almost gets it, but then simply grimaces for the camera and we go to black.
- fade out -