Post by Chris Casino on Apr 14, 2007 12:50:05 GMT -5
The huge pool is filled to capacity as the rich and famous splash in the cool clear water. Tight, tanned and toned bodies are everywhere, if you added up the wealth of the people in and around the pool it would easily be in the eight figures. We're poolside at The Bellagio Resort & Casino, without a doubt one of the best vacation destinations in all of Las Vegas. Sitting by the pool is a dapper looking Chris Casino. A blond beauty rubs lotion on his shoulders as he smiles. This is the life he thinks to himself, this is....
A Dream......
Like a mirage the magnificent pool fades away to reveal a small, empty trash littered hole that was once a pool. The Bellagio fades into the apartment complex that Chris Casino currently resides in. He's still sitting by the so called pool. Only no beautiful woman is rubbing lotion on him. Instead he's dressed in blue jeans and a warm hoodie to protect him from the cold. Casino looks into the pool, the abyss, the offers a sad smile.
Casino: We take so many things for granted. I know that I did, and look what happened. I'm living in an apartment complex that even Static would live in. I sit by this giant hole in the ground day in and day out and wonder...Where did it go wrong? As many people have read on one of those wrestling trash news sites, Kenny Krenshov has turned in his resignation from NAPW. From what they imply he's taking his ball and going home because he couldn't have things his way. With his departure that leaves only me as the sole Untouchable.
Casino laughs bitterly.
Casino: The Untouchables, we were supposed to be a family. We were supposed to be four against the machine that runs NAPW. In the course of trying to salvage this promotion, it ended up killing us one by one. Everyone that is, except me. When you lose everything you longer feel fear. You no longer care about what life throws your way because to be honest, you've been through worse. Most people who hit rock bottom stay there. Unable or unwilling to pull themselves up from the muck. I'm not "most people."
Casino: April 17th, the Last Resort show will feature myself and the tool known as Ravager for not one, but two championships. The winner of said match will be known as the Undisputed NAPW Heavyweight Champion. That person of course will be me. Ravager can hem and haw about who ducked who and who ran from who but the simple fact is...On April 17th, it's put up or shut up. For both of us. For over a year I've told people that I am the better man and I fully belive that. Ravager of course would tell you the sky is green if that meant you would like him.
Casino: I caught your embarrassment of a promo Ravager and I must say...I'm ashamed that someone like you holds our Heavyweight Title. Notice I didn't say "Top" title, because everyone and their mother knows that the Pure Honor Championship means more that any other belt in NAPW. I'm also glad you didn't bore us with your brief and uneventful career resume...Seeing how I already did that for you. But what do you expect from a Ravager promo? Something profound? Some insight that makes you go "Whoa!"
Casino runs a hand over the stubble growing on his face. His once brilliant blue eyes seem to be dull now. As if the soul has left the body.
Casino: At Last Resort I'm going to hurt you Ravager. This is more than titles and accolades. To me, this has become a personal crusade. Sure you beat SB, Rees and Kryenik...But you haven't beaten me. You haven't put me down for the count for three Ravager. You haven't made me tap out. In fact, after 15 months all you've done is...Nothing. Week after week, month after month I hounded you but "something" always came up. The two times we did meet, in tag team encounters I've walked out the winner.
Casino: I despise you Ravager. I hate everything you stand for. Your title run has been an embarrassment. Your promos are right up there with Sam Finn and I suspect that even that tool John "I'm Insane" Tees could have whipped your ass. Everytime I look at you I want to kick you square in the face. In this sport you run across people you dislike and those you hate. You Ravager, fall into the people I hate category. It's not because I fear you or anything...It's because you actually belive the bullshit you spit out of your mouth.
Casino stands up and walks over to the empty pool. He hacks a wad of spit into the hole and smirks.
Casino: What will you do when you see me holding both titles Ravager? Will you snap? Will NAPW have to hide all the sharp objects so you don't try to commit suicide after I cleanly beat you at Last Resort? What excuse will you use in your loss? Best of all...Just how long do you think you'll have to wait for a rematch against me for the NAPW Heavyweight Strap? Hell, our first match took 15 moths to happen. I would advise you to not hold your breath scout.
The apartment manager, a short squat man in his late forties waddles out to where Casino is standing. Meer Hugo.
Hugo: Hey! Hey you Casino?
Casino: Yeah.
Hugo: You gots a visitor!
Hugo turns and waddles away as a look of puzzlement marks Casinos face.
Casino: Visitor?
From the shadows she steps, like the ghost of Christmas past. Monique. The former wife of our very own Chris Casino. She looks at him with something like pity.
Monique: Hello Chris.
- TBC -
A Dream......
Like a mirage the magnificent pool fades away to reveal a small, empty trash littered hole that was once a pool. The Bellagio fades into the apartment complex that Chris Casino currently resides in. He's still sitting by the so called pool. Only no beautiful woman is rubbing lotion on him. Instead he's dressed in blue jeans and a warm hoodie to protect him from the cold. Casino looks into the pool, the abyss, the offers a sad smile.
Casino: We take so many things for granted. I know that I did, and look what happened. I'm living in an apartment complex that even Static would live in. I sit by this giant hole in the ground day in and day out and wonder...Where did it go wrong? As many people have read on one of those wrestling trash news sites, Kenny Krenshov has turned in his resignation from NAPW. From what they imply he's taking his ball and going home because he couldn't have things his way. With his departure that leaves only me as the sole Untouchable.
Casino laughs bitterly.
Casino: The Untouchables, we were supposed to be a family. We were supposed to be four against the machine that runs NAPW. In the course of trying to salvage this promotion, it ended up killing us one by one. Everyone that is, except me. When you lose everything you longer feel fear. You no longer care about what life throws your way because to be honest, you've been through worse. Most people who hit rock bottom stay there. Unable or unwilling to pull themselves up from the muck. I'm not "most people."
Casino: April 17th, the Last Resort show will feature myself and the tool known as Ravager for not one, but two championships. The winner of said match will be known as the Undisputed NAPW Heavyweight Champion. That person of course will be me. Ravager can hem and haw about who ducked who and who ran from who but the simple fact is...On April 17th, it's put up or shut up. For both of us. For over a year I've told people that I am the better man and I fully belive that. Ravager of course would tell you the sky is green if that meant you would like him.
Casino: I caught your embarrassment of a promo Ravager and I must say...I'm ashamed that someone like you holds our Heavyweight Title. Notice I didn't say "Top" title, because everyone and their mother knows that the Pure Honor Championship means more that any other belt in NAPW. I'm also glad you didn't bore us with your brief and uneventful career resume...Seeing how I already did that for you. But what do you expect from a Ravager promo? Something profound? Some insight that makes you go "Whoa!"
Casino runs a hand over the stubble growing on his face. His once brilliant blue eyes seem to be dull now. As if the soul has left the body.
Casino: At Last Resort I'm going to hurt you Ravager. This is more than titles and accolades. To me, this has become a personal crusade. Sure you beat SB, Rees and Kryenik...But you haven't beaten me. You haven't put me down for the count for three Ravager. You haven't made me tap out. In fact, after 15 months all you've done is...Nothing. Week after week, month after month I hounded you but "something" always came up. The two times we did meet, in tag team encounters I've walked out the winner.
Casino: I despise you Ravager. I hate everything you stand for. Your title run has been an embarrassment. Your promos are right up there with Sam Finn and I suspect that even that tool John "I'm Insane" Tees could have whipped your ass. Everytime I look at you I want to kick you square in the face. In this sport you run across people you dislike and those you hate. You Ravager, fall into the people I hate category. It's not because I fear you or anything...It's because you actually belive the bullshit you spit out of your mouth.
Casino stands up and walks over to the empty pool. He hacks a wad of spit into the hole and smirks.
Casino: What will you do when you see me holding both titles Ravager? Will you snap? Will NAPW have to hide all the sharp objects so you don't try to commit suicide after I cleanly beat you at Last Resort? What excuse will you use in your loss? Best of all...Just how long do you think you'll have to wait for a rematch against me for the NAPW Heavyweight Strap? Hell, our first match took 15 moths to happen. I would advise you to not hold your breath scout.
The apartment manager, a short squat man in his late forties waddles out to where Casino is standing. Meer Hugo.
Hugo: Hey! Hey you Casino?
Casino: Yeah.
Hugo: You gots a visitor!
Hugo turns and waddles away as a look of puzzlement marks Casinos face.
Casino: Visitor?
From the shadows she steps, like the ghost of Christmas past. Monique. The former wife of our very own Chris Casino. She looks at him with something like pity.
Monique: Hello Chris.
- TBC -