Post by Chris Casino on Dec 20, 2005 17:15:43 GMT -5
-The Emperors New Clothes -
The scene opens up in the palatial suite of our new NAPW World Heavyweight Champion Chris Casino. He's dressed in a dark Brooks Brothers suit and his bright blue eyes bore a hole straight through us. He's seated on a huge leather sofa and the NAPW Title is draped over his shoulder. He smiles at us as we begin taping.
Casino: This past Monday, D! learned that you should never bet against a sure thing. He found out that as good as he is. I'm just that much better. Inside that steel cage D! came face to face with his future and wound up on his back looking up at the lights. D!, belive me when I tell you this...No fifteen minutes of fame havin' ass like yourself will EVER beat me. I took your title, your pride and with a little bit of luck...Your sad sack excuse for a career.
Now I'm sure you'll bitch and moan about the whole DX thing...But hey...sh*t happens kid. Those cats knew a good thing when they saw one thus they decided to take me up on my offer. If 2005 was the year of D!, then let 2006 be the year of Chris Casino and The New & Improved D-X. I predict that DX will win those tag straps and NAPW will be caught in a stranglehold. I live for power D!, and nothing says power...Like this.
Casino takes the NAPW title off his shoulder and looks at it. He smiles as he places it on the table in front of him and picks up a small screwdriver.
Casino: I'm kinda hoping you'll mount some sort of feeble comeback D!. I would like nothing more than to beat you. Again. In fact...Next time we meet, you name the stipulations. But be warned, no matter how smart you think you are, I'm always three steps ahead of you chump.
Casino uses the screwdriver to loosen the screws of the NAPW Title nameplate. He pulls the plate off the championship belt and we see it reads D!.
Casino: Don't worry kid, I'll fed ex this nameplate to whatever cardboard box you're living in. I want you to spend Christmas with this nameplate. Remembering your "salad days" as champion. Because this little piece of metal is as close as you'll ever get to wearing the NAPW Title again bitch.
Casino picks up a new nameplate and quickly affixes it his belt. It of course reads - Chris Casino. Casino picks up the title belt from the table an again drapes it over his shoulder.
Casino: There now it's a REAL Championship. D!, you stupid little Canadian. Look at me, look at the new face of NAPW. Look at the future of this business. Do me and the rest of this company and head off to Action where your ignorant ass belongs. As far as the rest of NAPW goes...Bow down bitches...A new era has begun. An era of Chris Casino, the NAPW World Heavyweight Champion.
Casino starts laughing as we focus in on the discarded metal nameplate from the NAPW Title.
- cut to a commercial for the new Chris Casino tee shirt that reads "The Future Has Arrived!" -
The scene opens up in the palatial suite of our new NAPW World Heavyweight Champion Chris Casino. He's dressed in a dark Brooks Brothers suit and his bright blue eyes bore a hole straight through us. He's seated on a huge leather sofa and the NAPW Title is draped over his shoulder. He smiles at us as we begin taping.
Casino: This past Monday, D! learned that you should never bet against a sure thing. He found out that as good as he is. I'm just that much better. Inside that steel cage D! came face to face with his future and wound up on his back looking up at the lights. D!, belive me when I tell you this...No fifteen minutes of fame havin' ass like yourself will EVER beat me. I took your title, your pride and with a little bit of luck...Your sad sack excuse for a career.
Now I'm sure you'll bitch and moan about the whole DX thing...But hey...sh*t happens kid. Those cats knew a good thing when they saw one thus they decided to take me up on my offer. If 2005 was the year of D!, then let 2006 be the year of Chris Casino and The New & Improved D-X. I predict that DX will win those tag straps and NAPW will be caught in a stranglehold. I live for power D!, and nothing says power...Like this.
Casino takes the NAPW title off his shoulder and looks at it. He smiles as he places it on the table in front of him and picks up a small screwdriver.
Casino: I'm kinda hoping you'll mount some sort of feeble comeback D!. I would like nothing more than to beat you. Again. In fact...Next time we meet, you name the stipulations. But be warned, no matter how smart you think you are, I'm always three steps ahead of you chump.
Casino uses the screwdriver to loosen the screws of the NAPW Title nameplate. He pulls the plate off the championship belt and we see it reads D!.
Casino: Don't worry kid, I'll fed ex this nameplate to whatever cardboard box you're living in. I want you to spend Christmas with this nameplate. Remembering your "salad days" as champion. Because this little piece of metal is as close as you'll ever get to wearing the NAPW Title again bitch.
Casino picks up a new nameplate and quickly affixes it his belt. It of course reads - Chris Casino. Casino picks up the title belt from the table an again drapes it over his shoulder.
Casino: There now it's a REAL Championship. D!, you stupid little Canadian. Look at me, look at the new face of NAPW. Look at the future of this business. Do me and the rest of this company and head off to Action where your ignorant ass belongs. As far as the rest of NAPW goes...Bow down bitches...A new era has begun. An era of Chris Casino, the NAPW World Heavyweight Champion.
Casino starts laughing as we focus in on the discarded metal nameplate from the NAPW Title.
- cut to a commercial for the new Chris Casino tee shirt that reads "The Future Has Arrived!" -