Post by Chris Casino on Dec 22, 2005 0:27:49 GMT -5
- Las Vegas -
We open up on the opulent private suite of the NAPW Champion Chris Casino and find him lounging on his sofa lazily flipping through television channels. He's dressed casually today, a simple black "What Happens In Vegas, Stays In Vegas" tee shirt and faded blue jeans comprise his ensemble. He uses the remote to flip through the stations on his plasma screen television at a blinding pace. Suddenly the door to his suite flies open and Terry Brandon rushes inside. Casino watches as his manager thrusts a video tape at him.
Casino: What's this?
Brandon: It's a VCR tape.
Casino: Uh, yeah I know that much but what I meant to say is what's so important on that tape that you barge into my...Hey wait a second how did you get past my bodyguards?
Brandon: I paid them $50, look on this tape is something I KNOW you'll want to see.
Casino: Oh damn...Did that bitch Paris Hilton leak our vacation in Spain?
Brandon: What? No it's...
Casino: Hey look if it's Halle Berry again tell her lawyers I'm sick of her sh*t. No means no dammit.
Brandon: Will you just watch the damn tape? It's from an NAPW superstar who actually threatens you!
This catches Casino's attention as he sits up. He takes the tape and walks over to his state of the art entertainment system.
Casino: Funny...Aside from me and DX I didn't know NAPW had superstars.
Casino pops the tape in the VCR and hits the Play button.
Technique: Chris..You're in my Crosshares.
Tape ends.
Casino: Whoa, hold on man I was yawning. When does it start?
Brandon: (smiling) You already missed it.
Casino: What? You lie.
Casino rewinds the tape. All 22 seconds of it.
Technique: Chris..You're in my Crosshares.
Tape ends.
Casino: What. The. Fu...
Brandon: EXACTLY!!! Imagine the nerve of this...Person to threaten you!
Casino watches the tape again.
Casino: This...This is just sad man. He has me in his crosshares? Is that Canadian for he wants to lick the sweat off my body?
Brandon: I think this moron wants you to know that he's "challenged" you to a match.
The two men look at each other and bust out laughing.
Casino: Pfffffffffft. As if. Who the Hell is this Technique guy? Does he even work in NAPW?
Brandon: He's ranked #2 for the Provincial Championship.
Again the two men bust out laughing.
Casino: And HE has the balls to put this piece of garbage on TV? That's 22 seconds of my life I'll never get back. As much as I hate his ass, at least D! is entertaining in a Special Olympics kinda way.
Brandon: Pathetic. They all wanna shot at you kid. A shot at greatness.
Casino walks over and sits next to his manager.
Casino: Talk about your long shots. Technique has a better chance of winning the TV title on Action then EVER getting into the same ring as me. Hey wait...Isn't he part of some kinda stable? The Super Suck Squad or something?
Brandon: Indeed.
Casino: (shaking his head) Technique, you silly bastard. You and the rest of your loser pals should go back to sneaking into houses and stealing panties instead of trying to threaten me. In case you were asleep...I killed D!'s career. I'm the NAPW World Champion bitches. What are you guys? Besides shower buddies? You want a piece of Chris Casino? You gotta prove yourselves to me. I don't mingle with mid carders. I'm main event all the way. The next time you ignorant monkeys wanna make a statement...Save us all the punishment and keep it to yourselves.
Brandon: Leaches kid. Just leaches looking for some spotlight.
Casino: A bunch of no talent bitches who used to work at Taco Bell. Damn dirty Canadians.
They sit on the sofa laughing. After a moment Casino steals a look at his Rolex.
Brandon: So....What's on?
Casino: Ugh...
- Happy Holidays -
We open up on the opulent private suite of the NAPW Champion Chris Casino and find him lounging on his sofa lazily flipping through television channels. He's dressed casually today, a simple black "What Happens In Vegas, Stays In Vegas" tee shirt and faded blue jeans comprise his ensemble. He uses the remote to flip through the stations on his plasma screen television at a blinding pace. Suddenly the door to his suite flies open and Terry Brandon rushes inside. Casino watches as his manager thrusts a video tape at him.
Casino: What's this?
Brandon: It's a VCR tape.
Casino: Uh, yeah I know that much but what I meant to say is what's so important on that tape that you barge into my...Hey wait a second how did you get past my bodyguards?
Brandon: I paid them $50, look on this tape is something I KNOW you'll want to see.
Casino: Oh damn...Did that bitch Paris Hilton leak our vacation in Spain?
Brandon: What? No it's...
Casino: Hey look if it's Halle Berry again tell her lawyers I'm sick of her sh*t. No means no dammit.
Brandon: Will you just watch the damn tape? It's from an NAPW superstar who actually threatens you!
This catches Casino's attention as he sits up. He takes the tape and walks over to his state of the art entertainment system.
Casino: Funny...Aside from me and DX I didn't know NAPW had superstars.
Casino pops the tape in the VCR and hits the Play button.
Technique: Chris..You're in my Crosshares.
Tape ends.
Casino: Whoa, hold on man I was yawning. When does it start?
Brandon: (smiling) You already missed it.
Casino: What? You lie.
Casino rewinds the tape. All 22 seconds of it.
Technique: Chris..You're in my Crosshares.
Tape ends.
Casino: What. The. Fu...
Brandon: EXACTLY!!! Imagine the nerve of this...Person to threaten you!
Casino watches the tape again.
Casino: This...This is just sad man. He has me in his crosshares? Is that Canadian for he wants to lick the sweat off my body?
Brandon: I think this moron wants you to know that he's "challenged" you to a match.
The two men look at each other and bust out laughing.
Casino: Pfffffffffft. As if. Who the Hell is this Technique guy? Does he even work in NAPW?
Brandon: He's ranked #2 for the Provincial Championship.
Again the two men bust out laughing.
Casino: And HE has the balls to put this piece of garbage on TV? That's 22 seconds of my life I'll never get back. As much as I hate his ass, at least D! is entertaining in a Special Olympics kinda way.
Brandon: Pathetic. They all wanna shot at you kid. A shot at greatness.
Casino walks over and sits next to his manager.
Casino: Talk about your long shots. Technique has a better chance of winning the TV title on Action then EVER getting into the same ring as me. Hey wait...Isn't he part of some kinda stable? The Super Suck Squad or something?
Brandon: Indeed.
Casino: (shaking his head) Technique, you silly bastard. You and the rest of your loser pals should go back to sneaking into houses and stealing panties instead of trying to threaten me. In case you were asleep...I killed D!'s career. I'm the NAPW World Champion bitches. What are you guys? Besides shower buddies? You want a piece of Chris Casino? You gotta prove yourselves to me. I don't mingle with mid carders. I'm main event all the way. The next time you ignorant monkeys wanna make a statement...Save us all the punishment and keep it to yourselves.
Brandon: Leaches kid. Just leaches looking for some spotlight.
Casino: A bunch of no talent bitches who used to work at Taco Bell. Damn dirty Canadians.
They sit on the sofa laughing. After a moment Casino steals a look at his Rolex.
Brandon: So....What's on?
Casino: Ugh...
- Happy Holidays -