Post by Chris Casino on Apr 19, 2007 13:55:28 GMT -5
"It should be mine. I should have the Undisputed NAPW Heavyweight Championship around my waist at this very second. But once more this backwater politically corrupt company has once again found a way to screw me. First they made me wait for fifteen long months for another shot at the title. During that time I had to watch as less deserving men wore that belt. Rex Caliber, Static, Devastation, Patrick Bickle, Lloyd Rees and even my old pal Evan Cartwright all took turns wearing a championship that should have been mine. Every one of those men held the title at least once. But not one of them gave me a shot at their crown. NAPW protected them and that Championship. Cowards. Hell they even fired me twice in an effort to keep me away from the strap. This past Tuesday was a travesty of justice as Ravager was spared defeat by his life partner Mr. Caliber. This upcoming Tuesday things will be different, things will change and Chris Casino will once again wear the NAPW Heavyweight Championship."
He sits on the sofa in silence. The room is dark, lit by only a lone lamp on a nearby table. In his hands he holds the NAPW Pure Honor Title. A championship he created by melting down the prestigious Kiniski Cup. Chris Casino curses and hurls it at the far wall. It smacks the wall and falls to the floor with a thud. Casino runs a hand through his blond hair and glares at the camera.
Casino: A match one year in the making they called it. A match that every fan who has ever watched an NAPW show has waited patiently to see, ends in a no contest. For once the dirty Canadians had it right with their chants of "Bullshit." Once more Ravager manages to escape with his title intact. Once more NAPW has protected their champion from a real competitor. Ravager you and I both know that I had you beat this past Tuesday. You can tell the world about how you made me tap but facts are facts...You were a beaten man in that match.
Casino: From the very opening bell I could see it in your eyes. The doubt. The fear. Your eyes that night told me everything, they told me that you knew deep down inside that your little run as NAPW Champion was over. What I didn't know however is that Rex Caliber would come out and safe your sorry ass at the end of the match. Why didn't Rex simply restart the match right then and there? Because he was no doubt watching the match from the wings and say the world class ass kicking I was dishing out on you.
Casino: Ravager, you were SAVED this past Tuesday. You know it, I know it, even the dirty Canadians know it. I deserve to be the Undisputed NAPW Heavyweight Champion. No one has had to jump through more hoops, put up with more bullshit or wait as long as I have for what is rightfully mine. Look at all the records I hold in this company. Look at all the people I've beaten and retired. There has never been a better wrestler in NAPW than me. No one has dominated this promotion like Chris Casino has. Hell, I'd even go so far as to call myself the "Face of NAPW."
Casino stands up from his couch and starts to pace the room.
Casino: As you may have read, if you can indeed read, Raul Havok has been found. My former manager who screwed me to the wall and took my money was found with some pretty young things down in Mexico. While it'll be some time before the authorities are able to cut through the red tape and drag his fat ass back to the states for trial, I still take some satisfaction in the thought that he's spending some quality time with the boys in that Mexican jail. My money however is a different story. I may never get back what he took from me. For all I know my future is here, in this piece of crap apartment.
Casino walks over to the Pure Honor Title and picks it off the floor.
Casino: (quietly) This place is like a cage to me Ravager. There is nothing I would not do to escape from here.
Casino turns and smirks for the camera. He holds the Pure Honor Title out towards the camera.
Casino: Twenty one weeks I've held this strap. Twenty one weeks I have set the bar for excellence in NAPW. But this belt has lost it's luster. I long for an upgrade. I dream of adding yet another record to my already impressive list of accomplishments. I want, no, I need to become the first ever Undisputed NAPW Heavyweight Champion. That belt will forever secure my legacy in NAPW.
Casino drops the championship back onto the floor.
Casino: With your cheap Houdini like escape this past Tuesday you showed me and everyone in the back that you have no honor. If you were a TRUE champion you would have grabbed that mic and DEMANDED that our match be restarted. But instead you took your title and ran like a scarred dog. This Tuesday your days of running are over. This Tuesday we meet once more but this time it'll be no DQs, no count outs and no excuses. You would think that I would be at a disadvantage, yet I beat Deathrow in a "Superstar Rules" match a few weeks back.
Casino: There is nothing I would not do, nothing I would not attempt in order to take that belt...My belt...From around your waist. I would give up all of my past accomplishments in this company just for the chance to once more hold that strap. My hunger to be the Undisputed Champion gnaws at me every minute of every day. If I have to suffer broken bones or hundreds of stitches in order to wrest that belt from your overrated hands I have no problems in doing so.
Casino once more runs a hand through his hair and laughs.
Casino: Your so called path of destruction or whatever you want to call it ends this Tuesday. Your title reign ends this Tuesday. Your career ENDS this Tuesday. I stand here before you and PROMISE that I will walk out the Undisputed NAPW Heavyweight Champion. I guarantee that I will put you down and be the man that leads this company back to the promised land. I am Chris Casino and Ravager...Our war has only begun.
Casino motions for the camera to cut and we fade to black.
He sits on the sofa in silence. The room is dark, lit by only a lone lamp on a nearby table. In his hands he holds the NAPW Pure Honor Title. A championship he created by melting down the prestigious Kiniski Cup. Chris Casino curses and hurls it at the far wall. It smacks the wall and falls to the floor with a thud. Casino runs a hand through his blond hair and glares at the camera.
Casino: A match one year in the making they called it. A match that every fan who has ever watched an NAPW show has waited patiently to see, ends in a no contest. For once the dirty Canadians had it right with their chants of "Bullshit." Once more Ravager manages to escape with his title intact. Once more NAPW has protected their champion from a real competitor. Ravager you and I both know that I had you beat this past Tuesday. You can tell the world about how you made me tap but facts are facts...You were a beaten man in that match.
Casino: From the very opening bell I could see it in your eyes. The doubt. The fear. Your eyes that night told me everything, they told me that you knew deep down inside that your little run as NAPW Champion was over. What I didn't know however is that Rex Caliber would come out and safe your sorry ass at the end of the match. Why didn't Rex simply restart the match right then and there? Because he was no doubt watching the match from the wings and say the world class ass kicking I was dishing out on you.
Casino: Ravager, you were SAVED this past Tuesday. You know it, I know it, even the dirty Canadians know it. I deserve to be the Undisputed NAPW Heavyweight Champion. No one has had to jump through more hoops, put up with more bullshit or wait as long as I have for what is rightfully mine. Look at all the records I hold in this company. Look at all the people I've beaten and retired. There has never been a better wrestler in NAPW than me. No one has dominated this promotion like Chris Casino has. Hell, I'd even go so far as to call myself the "Face of NAPW."
Casino stands up from his couch and starts to pace the room.
Casino: As you may have read, if you can indeed read, Raul Havok has been found. My former manager who screwed me to the wall and took my money was found with some pretty young things down in Mexico. While it'll be some time before the authorities are able to cut through the red tape and drag his fat ass back to the states for trial, I still take some satisfaction in the thought that he's spending some quality time with the boys in that Mexican jail. My money however is a different story. I may never get back what he took from me. For all I know my future is here, in this piece of crap apartment.
Casino walks over to the Pure Honor Title and picks it off the floor.
Casino: (quietly) This place is like a cage to me Ravager. There is nothing I would not do to escape from here.
Casino turns and smirks for the camera. He holds the Pure Honor Title out towards the camera.
Casino: Twenty one weeks I've held this strap. Twenty one weeks I have set the bar for excellence in NAPW. But this belt has lost it's luster. I long for an upgrade. I dream of adding yet another record to my already impressive list of accomplishments. I want, no, I need to become the first ever Undisputed NAPW Heavyweight Champion. That belt will forever secure my legacy in NAPW.
Casino drops the championship back onto the floor.
Casino: With your cheap Houdini like escape this past Tuesday you showed me and everyone in the back that you have no honor. If you were a TRUE champion you would have grabbed that mic and DEMANDED that our match be restarted. But instead you took your title and ran like a scarred dog. This Tuesday your days of running are over. This Tuesday we meet once more but this time it'll be no DQs, no count outs and no excuses. You would think that I would be at a disadvantage, yet I beat Deathrow in a "Superstar Rules" match a few weeks back.
Casino: There is nothing I would not do, nothing I would not attempt in order to take that belt...My belt...From around your waist. I would give up all of my past accomplishments in this company just for the chance to once more hold that strap. My hunger to be the Undisputed Champion gnaws at me every minute of every day. If I have to suffer broken bones or hundreds of stitches in order to wrest that belt from your overrated hands I have no problems in doing so.
Casino once more runs a hand through his hair and laughs.
Casino: Your so called path of destruction or whatever you want to call it ends this Tuesday. Your title reign ends this Tuesday. Your career ENDS this Tuesday. I stand here before you and PROMISE that I will walk out the Undisputed NAPW Heavyweight Champion. I guarantee that I will put you down and be the man that leads this company back to the promised land. I am Chris Casino and Ravager...Our war has only begun.
Casino motions for the camera to cut and we fade to black.