Post by Chris Casino on Jan 11, 2006 2:44:24 GMT -5
- The Deer Hunter -
Inside a small dark room we find two members of the "Rat Pack" sitting across from each other at a wooden table. Chris Casino and Evan Cartwright are each wearing bandanas and looking nervously at each other as they're surrounded by a horde of Vietnamese people. On the table between the two men lays a gun, it's evil intentions gleaming in the dull light. The crowd is pushing in as close as they can and yelling at the top of their lungs. Money is being exchanged and the tension is high.
Cartwright: You ready bitch?
Casino: I got your bitch right here.
Cartwright: Then do it man! DO IT!!!
A slim and dirty looking Vietnamese man steps from the crowd and slaps Casino in the back of the head.
Vietnamese Dude: Ditty Mow! Ditty Mow!
With that Casino reaches out and spins the gun on the table. Round and round it goes and all eyes are glued to the instrument of death. It stops....and it's nuzzle is pointing at Evan Cartwright.
Cartwright: Awwwwwwwwwwwwww shit.
The crowd goes wild as they exchange money and laugh. Casino smiles and gestures to the crowd. They part like the Red Sea and someone pushes a small black and white TV towards Evan.
Evan: (sweating) This ain't right man.
Chris: You'd do the same if it were me man.
The Vietnamese man straps Evan to his wooden chair and flicks on the television. The screen flickers to life and we see.....A Maniac promo.
Evan: (screaming) YOU (BLEEP)ING BASTARD!!!!
Casino laughs like mad as Evan is forced to endure the torture that is a Maniac promo. With Cartwright occupied, Casino turns to look at the camera.
Casino: D!, you stupid ignorant slut. Words cannot express how happy I am with your "triumphant" return to MY promotion. I'm also glad to see that you're showing off your little war wound from our last meeting. If you think about it D!....I marked you like a dog marks a tree. No matter what happens from this day forth, you can always look at that scar and think "I got this from the greatest athlete in the entire world."
I do have to say it was sickening to see all of those trolls kissing your ass outside of the arena. I never knew they had such...Feelings for you. Maybe they're finally seeing that the almighty D! is just. Like. Them. A pack of pathetic losers with no future. However I am curious about a statement you made. You want to face me, for the NAPW Title, in a cage match. The VERY type of match I won the title from you in. I suspect that you're going to try and change history.
I figure that you have it in your head that if you beat me inside that cage then your previous defeat will be forgotten. D!, you seek a redemption you'll never get. I gladly accept your offer to once again face you inside the cage. I look foreword to once again beating your ass and proving FINALLY that your days at the top, are over and done with. Fate, I belive has decided that your 15 minutes of fame is over. So just accept it you little bitch.
Take a look around D!. While you were gone I formed a fearsome unit in The Rat Pack. Since I took the NAPW title from your sorry ass, people have been flocking to join this company. Why? Cause they want a piece of me. They want to see just how good I am. Hell, all they gotta do is ask you am I right? Your quest to regain the NAPW title ends for good at the next super show. And I'll be 2 - 0 against you inside a cage. But don't worry, you and your biggest fan Ravager can maybe team up and become Team Suck or something.
A commotion causes Casino to turn around. It's Evan trying to free himself.
Evan: Make him stop! He's SO boring!!!!
Casino: Sorry dude, he's got like 45 minutes left in his promo.
Evan: ARRGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
Casino: Welcome home D!. Welcome home.
- cut to a commercial for Ryan's Big & Stout Shop, cause size does matter boys -
Inside a small dark room we find two members of the "Rat Pack" sitting across from each other at a wooden table. Chris Casino and Evan Cartwright are each wearing bandanas and looking nervously at each other as they're surrounded by a horde of Vietnamese people. On the table between the two men lays a gun, it's evil intentions gleaming in the dull light. The crowd is pushing in as close as they can and yelling at the top of their lungs. Money is being exchanged and the tension is high.
Cartwright: You ready bitch?
Casino: I got your bitch right here.
Cartwright: Then do it man! DO IT!!!
A slim and dirty looking Vietnamese man steps from the crowd and slaps Casino in the back of the head.
Vietnamese Dude: Ditty Mow! Ditty Mow!
With that Casino reaches out and spins the gun on the table. Round and round it goes and all eyes are glued to the instrument of death. It stops....and it's nuzzle is pointing at Evan Cartwright.
Cartwright: Awwwwwwwwwwwwww shit.
The crowd goes wild as they exchange money and laugh. Casino smiles and gestures to the crowd. They part like the Red Sea and someone pushes a small black and white TV towards Evan.
Evan: (sweating) This ain't right man.
Chris: You'd do the same if it were me man.
The Vietnamese man straps Evan to his wooden chair and flicks on the television. The screen flickers to life and we see.....A Maniac promo.
Evan: (screaming) YOU (BLEEP)ING BASTARD!!!!
Casino laughs like mad as Evan is forced to endure the torture that is a Maniac promo. With Cartwright occupied, Casino turns to look at the camera.
Casino: D!, you stupid ignorant slut. Words cannot express how happy I am with your "triumphant" return to MY promotion. I'm also glad to see that you're showing off your little war wound from our last meeting. If you think about it D!....I marked you like a dog marks a tree. No matter what happens from this day forth, you can always look at that scar and think "I got this from the greatest athlete in the entire world."
I do have to say it was sickening to see all of those trolls kissing your ass outside of the arena. I never knew they had such...Feelings for you. Maybe they're finally seeing that the almighty D! is just. Like. Them. A pack of pathetic losers with no future. However I am curious about a statement you made. You want to face me, for the NAPW Title, in a cage match. The VERY type of match I won the title from you in. I suspect that you're going to try and change history.
I figure that you have it in your head that if you beat me inside that cage then your previous defeat will be forgotten. D!, you seek a redemption you'll never get. I gladly accept your offer to once again face you inside the cage. I look foreword to once again beating your ass and proving FINALLY that your days at the top, are over and done with. Fate, I belive has decided that your 15 minutes of fame is over. So just accept it you little bitch.
Take a look around D!. While you were gone I formed a fearsome unit in The Rat Pack. Since I took the NAPW title from your sorry ass, people have been flocking to join this company. Why? Cause they want a piece of me. They want to see just how good I am. Hell, all they gotta do is ask you am I right? Your quest to regain the NAPW title ends for good at the next super show. And I'll be 2 - 0 against you inside a cage. But don't worry, you and your biggest fan Ravager can maybe team up and become Team Suck or something.
A commotion causes Casino to turn around. It's Evan trying to free himself.
Evan: Make him stop! He's SO boring!!!!
Casino: Sorry dude, he's got like 45 minutes left in his promo.
Evan: ARRGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
Casino: Welcome home D!. Welcome home.
- cut to a commercial for Ryan's Big & Stout Shop, cause size does matter boys -