Post by Chris Casino on Apr 21, 2007 1:04:16 GMT -5
"Everytime I hear one of Ravagers stupid rambling promos...I want to stick an hot branding iron into my ear. When I see him stumble awkwardly through a match I have to shake my head in amazement that this piece of crap wrestler is our promotions standard bearer. I have never despised a person like I despise Ravager. I have never wanted a win over someone so bad as I want a win over the so called blue collar assassin. It's just like I've said before, I would trade everything I have done over this last year, all the titles and all the accolades just to be able to silence Ravager once and for all. It ends Tuesday, one way or another it ends. All the talk, all the bullshit it all ends. I have no doubts, no reservations about who will walk out as the NAPW Undisputed Heavyweight Champion. Ravagers fifteen minutes of glory are ticking away their final seconds and The Future is about to dawn once more in N..A..P..W."
- Monique Devoes Apartment, Canada -
If Chris Casino finds it odd that he's having diner with his ex wife then he sure doesn't show it. He sits across the table from her and for this night he reminds us of the Casino of old. The tailor made suit, the immaculately groomed hair, all staples of a man who was raised in the lap of luxury. Monique herself is looking mighty tasty in a short tight black dress that hugs the curves just so. In the background the crooning sounds of Al Green can be heard playing on the state of the art sound system.
Monique: So...He bought it.
Casino: Every word.
Monique: Wait...Are you telling me that this guy actually belives everything that's going on around him?
Casino snickers.
Casino: I told you he was an idiot. Now, a toast.
They each raise a glass of red wine.
Casino: To Ravager, whose predictability has brought us here.
They clink glasses and take a sip of wine.
Monique: To Ravager...Whose title will soon be in your possession. Just like we talked about.
Another clink of the glasses and another nice long sip.
Casino: Now, if you'll excuse me I need to school Ravager on the finer points of "the game."
Monique smiles and slides back her chair. Casino stands as does she and he watches her leave the room.
Casino: I hate to see her go, but I love to see her leave.
Casino sits back down at the table and smirks at the camera.
Casino: Ravager, you are indeed one stupid bastard. I wish, for one day I could spend some time in that head of yours so I could see how you rationalize life. Now I know you're already confused so let's take this complex puzzle one piece at a time shall we? Flashback to this past Tuesday, the epic match between you and I...Was a test. I had to see just what you had. I had to feel what you could throw at me. Call it research if you like. I knew that the match would end in a no contest. Why? Because I knew I would do everything in my power to make it so. I also knew that your short fuse would help me in my endeavor. Also I have one other reason I'll get to later that will interest you greatly.
Casino: Looking back on our first match I knew that you were not only beatable but gullible. Oblivious to all the warning signs that were starring at you in the face. For weeks I've stalked you Ravager, watched you and come up with the best plan for your demise. Hell, to make it interesting I even tossed out a few clues but like the dumb shit you are you never caught on. So let's cut to it shall we? Let me ask you some questions about the last two months and we'll see if you can guess what will happen in match number two. The first question should be obvious.
Casino: Do you think it was coincidence that Kurt Castle. Kenny Krenshov and Jay O' Brien all vanished from NAPW within five weeks of each other? Some would say that their departures were merely a way for me to get your defenses down, and they might be right. Or...They might not. I don't want to spoil our little surprise for this Tuesday but I will admit that a reunion of sorts will indeed take place. Think about it chief, no rules sort of works to my favor don't you think? Look at how I beat D! for the belt and then ask yourself, If D! never saw it coming...What chance do I have?
Casino stands from his chair and walks slowly towards the camera.
Casino: Now before you get any bright ideas I made sure that you don't run off to the brass in NAPW and make sure that you don't try to get some kinda "no one is allowed at ringside" bullshit. I pointed out that when we signed our contracts that no rules mean just that. No rules. Ravager, do you honestly think that I would sit on my ass for over a year and NOT have some kind of plan to get that title off of your waist and around mine? Did it ever cross your pea sized brain that I would take every advantage, look for any loophole or bring in any help that I needed to once more reign supreme over NAPW.
Casino shakes his head like he's just finished schooling a child. Which in fact he has.
Casino: Now that I've given you a little something new to ponder for this Tuesday let's discuss you stupid and insipid promo shall we? You want to choke the life out of me do you? How many others have echoed that same thought only to be beaten down into submission. Five months Ravager, five months since my return and I STILL have not lost a singles match. Period. In fact I've lost only ONE match in five months and it took both DOOMriders to damn near kill me to achieve that. You on the other hand are freezing in my long shadow.
Casino: The real reason NAPW went to two shows and had to come off television wasn't because of mismanagement...It was because your sorry ass killed us. Nobody wants to see you as champion of NAPW. No person in their right mind even considers you a serious contender, let alone the top champion of this place. Thus, the ratings tanked and we're doing shows for peanuts. Hell Ravager, why don't you put a spinner plate on the belt and rap for us so that you can completely bury NAPW. But let's move on shall we?
Casino: Let's talk about the whole who beat who thing you seem to be hung up on. Bitch I could care less that I tapped while your shoulders were on the mat. Why? Because I was banking on the match ending in some kind of disaster that would cause Rex to crawl out from under his stone and add more fuel to the controversy. Here's a little something else to ponder. Why did Rex save you from me that night? Not like you two go bowling together or anything. He saved you because he KNEW what I have in store for you. He was simply...Helping me.
Casino lets that sit in for a moment. His smile is like that of a magician who has just pulled off the greatest trick.
Casino: That's right scout, Rex Caliber is going to help me take that belt off of you. Why? For the simplest of reasons, a reason you know quite well. Business...Is Business. Think about it, Rex holds that REBEL Title, he makes sure you drop that NAPW belt to me and presto! We have the biggest money making match in NAPW/REBEL history! We even have a date, May 15th. Champion vs Champion. No one wants to see you slink into the match as champion, but they would pay through the nose to see me waltz into that Arena with the NAPW Title around my waist!
Casino: So let's quickly recap. Rex wants the title off of you. The fans want the title off of you. The boys in the back you smile to your face all are actually rooting for me to stomp you into obscurity and take that strap. You could be facing me and three other Untouchables this Tuesday. But...I know you'll cut one of you cliched tough guy promos and say...bring it on. And THAT is why I love you Ravager! Your predictability will end up being your downfall.
Casino: Every angle, every inch of your future has been mapped out for this Tuesday. You walked into it like a blind man. So you're mad. Big deal. So you want to crush me and humiliate me? After our match I'm afraid that you'll be the one humiliated. You'll be the one who fell for yet another Chris Casino masterstroke. Why do you even think you can beat me when your mind isn't fully on our match? You've got that who retarded TEAM thing going and it's distracting you from a very scary future. Karma is indeed about to catch up with one of us Bobby...And it sure as Hell ain't me. See you soon, and bring my belt you stupid bastard.
In the background we see Monique standing in the doorway.
Monique: Enough with that, let's hit the hay champ.
No more needs to be said. Casino has laid out the pieces and now it's up to Ravager to see how they all fit.
- fade out bitches -
- Monique Devoes Apartment, Canada -
If Chris Casino finds it odd that he's having diner with his ex wife then he sure doesn't show it. He sits across the table from her and for this night he reminds us of the Casino of old. The tailor made suit, the immaculately groomed hair, all staples of a man who was raised in the lap of luxury. Monique herself is looking mighty tasty in a short tight black dress that hugs the curves just so. In the background the crooning sounds of Al Green can be heard playing on the state of the art sound system.
Monique: So...He bought it.
Casino: Every word.
Monique: Wait...Are you telling me that this guy actually belives everything that's going on around him?
Casino snickers.
Casino: I told you he was an idiot. Now, a toast.
They each raise a glass of red wine.
Casino: To Ravager, whose predictability has brought us here.
They clink glasses and take a sip of wine.
Monique: To Ravager...Whose title will soon be in your possession. Just like we talked about.
Another clink of the glasses and another nice long sip.
Casino: Now, if you'll excuse me I need to school Ravager on the finer points of "the game."
Monique smiles and slides back her chair. Casino stands as does she and he watches her leave the room.
Casino: I hate to see her go, but I love to see her leave.
Casino sits back down at the table and smirks at the camera.
Casino: Ravager, you are indeed one stupid bastard. I wish, for one day I could spend some time in that head of yours so I could see how you rationalize life. Now I know you're already confused so let's take this complex puzzle one piece at a time shall we? Flashback to this past Tuesday, the epic match between you and I...Was a test. I had to see just what you had. I had to feel what you could throw at me. Call it research if you like. I knew that the match would end in a no contest. Why? Because I knew I would do everything in my power to make it so. I also knew that your short fuse would help me in my endeavor. Also I have one other reason I'll get to later that will interest you greatly.
Casino: Looking back on our first match I knew that you were not only beatable but gullible. Oblivious to all the warning signs that were starring at you in the face. For weeks I've stalked you Ravager, watched you and come up with the best plan for your demise. Hell, to make it interesting I even tossed out a few clues but like the dumb shit you are you never caught on. So let's cut to it shall we? Let me ask you some questions about the last two months and we'll see if you can guess what will happen in match number two. The first question should be obvious.
Casino: Do you think it was coincidence that Kurt Castle. Kenny Krenshov and Jay O' Brien all vanished from NAPW within five weeks of each other? Some would say that their departures were merely a way for me to get your defenses down, and they might be right. Or...They might not. I don't want to spoil our little surprise for this Tuesday but I will admit that a reunion of sorts will indeed take place. Think about it chief, no rules sort of works to my favor don't you think? Look at how I beat D! for the belt and then ask yourself, If D! never saw it coming...What chance do I have?
Casino stands from his chair and walks slowly towards the camera.
Casino: Now before you get any bright ideas I made sure that you don't run off to the brass in NAPW and make sure that you don't try to get some kinda "no one is allowed at ringside" bullshit. I pointed out that when we signed our contracts that no rules mean just that. No rules. Ravager, do you honestly think that I would sit on my ass for over a year and NOT have some kind of plan to get that title off of your waist and around mine? Did it ever cross your pea sized brain that I would take every advantage, look for any loophole or bring in any help that I needed to once more reign supreme over NAPW.
Casino shakes his head like he's just finished schooling a child. Which in fact he has.
Casino: Now that I've given you a little something new to ponder for this Tuesday let's discuss you stupid and insipid promo shall we? You want to choke the life out of me do you? How many others have echoed that same thought only to be beaten down into submission. Five months Ravager, five months since my return and I STILL have not lost a singles match. Period. In fact I've lost only ONE match in five months and it took both DOOMriders to damn near kill me to achieve that. You on the other hand are freezing in my long shadow.
Casino: The real reason NAPW went to two shows and had to come off television wasn't because of mismanagement...It was because your sorry ass killed us. Nobody wants to see you as champion of NAPW. No person in their right mind even considers you a serious contender, let alone the top champion of this place. Thus, the ratings tanked and we're doing shows for peanuts. Hell Ravager, why don't you put a spinner plate on the belt and rap for us so that you can completely bury NAPW. But let's move on shall we?
Casino: Let's talk about the whole who beat who thing you seem to be hung up on. Bitch I could care less that I tapped while your shoulders were on the mat. Why? Because I was banking on the match ending in some kind of disaster that would cause Rex to crawl out from under his stone and add more fuel to the controversy. Here's a little something else to ponder. Why did Rex save you from me that night? Not like you two go bowling together or anything. He saved you because he KNEW what I have in store for you. He was simply...Helping me.
Casino lets that sit in for a moment. His smile is like that of a magician who has just pulled off the greatest trick.
Casino: That's right scout, Rex Caliber is going to help me take that belt off of you. Why? For the simplest of reasons, a reason you know quite well. Business...Is Business. Think about it, Rex holds that REBEL Title, he makes sure you drop that NAPW belt to me and presto! We have the biggest money making match in NAPW/REBEL history! We even have a date, May 15th. Champion vs Champion. No one wants to see you slink into the match as champion, but they would pay through the nose to see me waltz into that Arena with the NAPW Title around my waist!
Casino: So let's quickly recap. Rex wants the title off of you. The fans want the title off of you. The boys in the back you smile to your face all are actually rooting for me to stomp you into obscurity and take that strap. You could be facing me and three other Untouchables this Tuesday. But...I know you'll cut one of you cliched tough guy promos and say...bring it on. And THAT is why I love you Ravager! Your predictability will end up being your downfall.
Casino: Every angle, every inch of your future has been mapped out for this Tuesday. You walked into it like a blind man. So you're mad. Big deal. So you want to crush me and humiliate me? After our match I'm afraid that you'll be the one humiliated. You'll be the one who fell for yet another Chris Casino masterstroke. Why do you even think you can beat me when your mind isn't fully on our match? You've got that who retarded TEAM thing going and it's distracting you from a very scary future. Karma is indeed about to catch up with one of us Bobby...And it sure as Hell ain't me. See you soon, and bring my belt you stupid bastard.
In the background we see Monique standing in the doorway.
Monique: Enough with that, let's hit the hay champ.
No more needs to be said. Casino has laid out the pieces and now it's up to Ravager to see how they all fit.
- fade out bitches -