Post by Ravager on Mar 18, 2007 18:52:28 GMT -5
Hey Casino, it's not paranoia when everyone is out to get you. Or when someone has played you for a fool once already. So Havok has screwed you over? Karma's a bitch. Instant Karma's a career killer. You'll find out soon enough.
We fade in to Ravager's apartment. He has some tapes ready to go, but he's not really paying much attention.
Chris. It's always sad when someone hits rock bottom. Despite our past, I find no joy in seeing you losing everything. And I really should feel some sense of joy here. I mean, you've done nothing but mock and belittle my career. My accomplishments. You take pleasure in making me look like a fool. In ending careers. You've been a cancer on my life. And now you're flat broke and abandoned. Your manager is gone. Your stable is falling apart. You're desperately clinging to your past glory. You talk about the value of your title. When was the last time you got a pinfall win Chris? A real defense of that title? A Pure Win?
You're a joke Chris. A pathetic little man who is in over his head. You can't run from me any more. This Tuesday we get our chance to fight. But we're not alone. Next Generation. You guys should have had a proper shot at the title long ago. It got messed with. And now you have to earn another spot. You need to use Tuesday night to your advantage. You have to send a message to your opponents at Sole Survivor. Krenshov and O'Brien. They've messed with me as well, but don't think for a second that they're my sole focus. Because, Chris, for once in your life, it really IS all about you.
And about my desire to end you.
But that'll have to wait until after Sole Survivor. That's when you and I get to meet for the first time, for the last time, one-on-one. That'll be the night when Chris Casino gets a taste of Instant Karma.
So let's call this upcoming TNF - the very LAST TNF - a sneak preview of what's coming between the two of us. The sound and fury before the coming storm. Because I know the way you work, and you'll be too busy hiding behind that Celtic castoff O'Brien, and your mountain of man-flesh Krenshov to actually put up any sort of fight against me. But pay close attention as I dismantle the two of them...
You'll be feeling their pain all too soon.
See ya soon Chris.
Fade to black.
co- written with Scott C. Bourgeois.
We fade in to Ravager's apartment. He has some tapes ready to go, but he's not really paying much attention.
Chris. It's always sad when someone hits rock bottom. Despite our past, I find no joy in seeing you losing everything. And I really should feel some sense of joy here. I mean, you've done nothing but mock and belittle my career. My accomplishments. You take pleasure in making me look like a fool. In ending careers. You've been a cancer on my life. And now you're flat broke and abandoned. Your manager is gone. Your stable is falling apart. You're desperately clinging to your past glory. You talk about the value of your title. When was the last time you got a pinfall win Chris? A real defense of that title? A Pure Win?
You're a joke Chris. A pathetic little man who is in over his head. You can't run from me any more. This Tuesday we get our chance to fight. But we're not alone. Next Generation. You guys should have had a proper shot at the title long ago. It got messed with. And now you have to earn another spot. You need to use Tuesday night to your advantage. You have to send a message to your opponents at Sole Survivor. Krenshov and O'Brien. They've messed with me as well, but don't think for a second that they're my sole focus. Because, Chris, for once in your life, it really IS all about you.
And about my desire to end you.
But that'll have to wait until after Sole Survivor. That's when you and I get to meet for the first time, for the last time, one-on-one. That'll be the night when Chris Casino gets a taste of Instant Karma.
So let's call this upcoming TNF - the very LAST TNF - a sneak preview of what's coming between the two of us. The sound and fury before the coming storm. Because I know the way you work, and you'll be too busy hiding behind that Celtic castoff O'Brien, and your mountain of man-flesh Krenshov to actually put up any sort of fight against me. But pay close attention as I dismantle the two of them...
You'll be feeling their pain all too soon.
See ya soon Chris.
Fade to black.
co- written with Scott C. Bourgeois.