Post by Chris Casino on Apr 15, 2007 16:59:02 GMT -5
The small apartment of Chris Casino has exactly four rooms. A living room, a bathroom, the bedroom and a kitchen. It's in the kitchen where Casino and his ex wife, Monique Devoe, have spent the last hour talking. Not about wrestling but about life. Despite the attempts by Monique, Casino wouldn't budge from his stance, once again foolish pride have kept Chris Casino from happiness. During their hour conversation he told her in no uncertain terms that wrestling is his life, his reason for being. Should he quit now he'll regret for as long as he walks this Earth. As for her willingness to loan Casino some money to "get by on" Casino simply shook his head and told her no. He got himself into this predicament he told her, he'll get himself out. At the end nothing was really settled and Casino showed her out. She gave him a small peck on the cheek and wished him well. He started to say something in return but was to embarrassed to do so. Sometimes the simplest of words can be the hardest to say. Now we find Casino standing by his cloudy window that overlooks the hole where a swimming pool was once located. The day is drab and so is Casino's mood.
Casino: You talk and talk and talk. Yet you never say anything of value Ravager. Late last night I saw a tape of your asinine promo and laughed until my sides hurt. It's like you're not even trying champ. You simply take what I say in my promos, reword them to suit your fifth grade intelligence and toss them out there for your handful of fans to moon over. We can talk about each others title reigns until the cows come home, we can debate endlessly about who ran from who and why. But where will it get us? What does it accomplish?
Casino: For a guy who talks like he knows everything I couldn't help but notice several mistakes in your promo. As usual. For starters you say that if I hadn't lost in the first Canadian Cup tourney I would have received a NAPW Title shot. While that part is true you failed to mention that I created that very tournament because nobody had the balls to give me a re-match at that championship. During the last year people such as Rex Caliber, Devastation, D!, and even you have worn that belt. But not a single one of you gave me one simple match against you/ Why? Because you fear me.
Casino steps away from the window and looks at his dingy apartment. He sighs and shakes his head in disgust.
Casino: Look at this place. I'm better than this place. I deserve better. If anything it's you Ravager that should have to spend your nights laying your head here. For the past year I've watched the NAPW Title jump around from person to person and not one of them gave me a re-match. They all ducked me Ravager. They all knew, as I suspect you know, that I would have kicked their asses and regained that belt. But yet you go on record as saying I'm bitchin' and moanin' about the whole situation. Quite an ironic statement coming from you.
Casino: You even went so far as to make fun of my Pure Honor Championship. Funny...What title have you held for five months? Hell, what champion in NAPW has EVER held their title as long as I have held mine? So I won two matches by pinfall? I can't help it if the guys I faced got themselves counted out or intentionally disqualified because they were getting out wrestled by me. I'm betting that you might even do the same on the 17th.
Casino walks over to the well worn couch and picks up his Pure Honor Title. He drapes it over his shoulder and we see it. The smirk.
Casino: I am without any doubt the greatest wrestler in NAPW history. The first triple crown winner, the only grand slam winner. The man who retired Evan Cartwright, Patrick Bickle and Patrick Kidd. You call that not staying focused on wrestling bitch? Unlike you Ravager, I do what I say I'm going to do. You can try to fool people by saying I took a "sabbatical" here and there but we both know the truth. Hell, even the marks on the Internet know the truth. I'm the only guy in this company who can say that they've been fired AND walked out on the promotion AND still been allowed back.
Casino: Why you ask do they keep bringing me back? Because I put asses in the seats. Unlike you I can fill an arena. I can get people talking. You think people are buying tickets for the April 17th show to see your gloomy ass? They're buying tickets to see ME. They hate me so much that they'd pay to see me and The Crusher knock heads if it meant that I could get my ass kicked. But I relish that feeling Ravager. I embrace it like a lover. They hate me, I hate them back and together we make this company money. You on the other hand could fade away tomorrow and people wouldn't even notice.
Casino: Cause let's be honest here with ourselves Ravager. You want me gone for one simple reason, it's not because you hate me. It's because for as long as I'm around you'll always be in my shadow. Just like you were always in the shadow of D! when his ass when around. You might hold the Heavyweight crown, but you're not now nor will ever be the "top" guy Ravager. You just don't have it in you. You lack the charisma, the skills nor the drive to stand out from the rest of the pack. So you just think on that you insufferable little bitch.
A knock comes at the door of Casinos apartment. He turns, drops the championship belt back onto the couch and opens the door. Standing outside are two men dressed in dark suits with dark sunglasses.
Casino: Hey look I told the other guys, I ain't interested in becoming a Mormon.
The men smile.
Man #1: We didn't come here for that Mr. Casino. We came here on business.
Casino: What kinda business?
Man #2: The important kind. We found Raul Havok.
Time stops. For once Casino seems to be speechless until he utters....
Casino: Is that a fact?
- fade out -
Casino: You talk and talk and talk. Yet you never say anything of value Ravager. Late last night I saw a tape of your asinine promo and laughed until my sides hurt. It's like you're not even trying champ. You simply take what I say in my promos, reword them to suit your fifth grade intelligence and toss them out there for your handful of fans to moon over. We can talk about each others title reigns until the cows come home, we can debate endlessly about who ran from who and why. But where will it get us? What does it accomplish?
Casino: For a guy who talks like he knows everything I couldn't help but notice several mistakes in your promo. As usual. For starters you say that if I hadn't lost in the first Canadian Cup tourney I would have received a NAPW Title shot. While that part is true you failed to mention that I created that very tournament because nobody had the balls to give me a re-match at that championship. During the last year people such as Rex Caliber, Devastation, D!, and even you have worn that belt. But not a single one of you gave me one simple match against you/ Why? Because you fear me.
Casino steps away from the window and looks at his dingy apartment. He sighs and shakes his head in disgust.
Casino: Look at this place. I'm better than this place. I deserve better. If anything it's you Ravager that should have to spend your nights laying your head here. For the past year I've watched the NAPW Title jump around from person to person and not one of them gave me a re-match. They all ducked me Ravager. They all knew, as I suspect you know, that I would have kicked their asses and regained that belt. But yet you go on record as saying I'm bitchin' and moanin' about the whole situation. Quite an ironic statement coming from you.
Casino: You even went so far as to make fun of my Pure Honor Championship. Funny...What title have you held for five months? Hell, what champion in NAPW has EVER held their title as long as I have held mine? So I won two matches by pinfall? I can't help it if the guys I faced got themselves counted out or intentionally disqualified because they were getting out wrestled by me. I'm betting that you might even do the same on the 17th.
Casino walks over to the well worn couch and picks up his Pure Honor Title. He drapes it over his shoulder and we see it. The smirk.
Casino: I am without any doubt the greatest wrestler in NAPW history. The first triple crown winner, the only grand slam winner. The man who retired Evan Cartwright, Patrick Bickle and Patrick Kidd. You call that not staying focused on wrestling bitch? Unlike you Ravager, I do what I say I'm going to do. You can try to fool people by saying I took a "sabbatical" here and there but we both know the truth. Hell, even the marks on the Internet know the truth. I'm the only guy in this company who can say that they've been fired AND walked out on the promotion AND still been allowed back.
Casino: Why you ask do they keep bringing me back? Because I put asses in the seats. Unlike you I can fill an arena. I can get people talking. You think people are buying tickets for the April 17th show to see your gloomy ass? They're buying tickets to see ME. They hate me so much that they'd pay to see me and The Crusher knock heads if it meant that I could get my ass kicked. But I relish that feeling Ravager. I embrace it like a lover. They hate me, I hate them back and together we make this company money. You on the other hand could fade away tomorrow and people wouldn't even notice.
Casino: Cause let's be honest here with ourselves Ravager. You want me gone for one simple reason, it's not because you hate me. It's because for as long as I'm around you'll always be in my shadow. Just like you were always in the shadow of D! when his ass when around. You might hold the Heavyweight crown, but you're not now nor will ever be the "top" guy Ravager. You just don't have it in you. You lack the charisma, the skills nor the drive to stand out from the rest of the pack. So you just think on that you insufferable little bitch.
A knock comes at the door of Casinos apartment. He turns, drops the championship belt back onto the couch and opens the door. Standing outside are two men dressed in dark suits with dark sunglasses.
Casino: Hey look I told the other guys, I ain't interested in becoming a Mormon.
The men smile.
Man #1: We didn't come here for that Mr. Casino. We came here on business.
Casino: What kinda business?
Man #2: The important kind. We found Raul Havok.
Time stops. For once Casino seems to be speechless until he utters....
Casino: Is that a fact?
- fade out -