Post by Ravager on Jan 13, 2006 2:06:37 GMT -5
Ravager is going through a stack of Video tapes in the NAPW Video library. Josh Reynolds is tagging along. Ravager is losing his patience with Josh.
Josh: So, you're going through all these tapes?
Ravager: You can't stop with a physical workout. You have to prepare mentally as well. You go through your opponents past matches. Learn their moves. Weaknesses. Now, I haven't been able to get much on Axel Jaxx, but what I've seen tells me that he's due for a win. Now I have to make sure that win doesn't come against me.
Josh: Well, what about all these other tapes?
Ravager: You got to prepare for future opponents. I've got tapes of Maniac, Olypsius, Don Travelli...
Josh: You got a lot of Chris Casino tapes as well.
Ravager: I was focusing on him for a while. Now that D!'s back I have to put that on the back burner. But after Monday Night and Joker's Wild, trust me, I'll be taking a much closer look at those tapes. And I always have more coming in.
Knock on door. The Delivery Men walk in before Josh can even answer.
Delivery Man #1: You order some frickin' video tapes?
Ravager: Are those the Japanese shows I asked for?
Delivery Man #1: Are you frickin accusing us of looking in other people's parcels?
Delivery Man #2: Because that goes against our code of honor. We swore an oath many years ago...
Ravager: I'll tip you guys triple not to repeat it right now.
Delivery Man #1 & 2: Okay.
Ravager opens his package. Pulls out a single Video.
Ravager: I was expecting more.
Delivery Man # 1: (reading the label) "Playing with the Hand You're Dealt" What the Frick kind of name is that for a wrestling show?
Delivery Man #2: Well, Japanese wrestling is very different from North American wrestling, you ignorant Frick!
Ravager: Gentlemen, there really is not enough room in here to fight. Now if you don't mind.
Ravager pops the tape in the VCR. He and the Delivery Men crowd around the monitor, blocking Josh's view.
Josh: Hey, no fair!
Delivery Man #1: Huh. This frickin match must have taken place in Vegas. Look at that plush dressing room. Frick, it looks like the frickin Hilton!
Delivery Man #2: Speaking of Hilton...
Ravager: Is that Paris?....
Pause
Ravager: Oh.... When I said I wanted any Chris Casino tape they could get me, I guess he assumed I wanted ANY Chris Casino tape he could get me.
Delivery Man # 1: His moves are pretty frickin limited here too.
Ravager: Not a lot of imagination, I'll agree.
Josh: What's going on? Let me see!
They move to let Josh see the screen.
Josh: Wow. Casino is sure taking his time delivering that power bomb.
Delivery Man #2: That's not how you deliver a power bomb.
Delivery Man #1 : (muttering) Maybe if you're Frickin Deathrow (spits)...
Josh: What? .... (sinks in) OH GOD!!! WE CAN'T BE WATCHING THIS!!!
Delivery Man #2: Why the Frick not?
Ravager: Josh is right. This is an invasion of Chris Casino's privacy. Any exhibition of this could hurt his reputation, and personally embarrass him.
Cut to the NAPW locker room. Crusher, Technique, The Dudes, The Delivery Men, Josh, and Ravager are all gathered around a TV. Eating Popcorn, drinking, catcalling.
Technique: Should we be watching this?
Cameron Scott: Oh come on! We're all adults here!
Pause. Technique and Crusher look at each other. Crusher breaks the tension.
Crusher: Rewind it! Rewind it!
Ravager: I've rewound it four times already!
Mike Johnston: It's not like the tapes very long.
Delivery Man # 2: The man raises a frickin point!
Ravager rewinds the tape, replays it. Maniac walks by. Stops to watch. He shakes his head.
Maniac: If that boy rushes his matches like he's rushing here, he won't be champ for long.
Maniac walks off.
Delivery Man #2: He raises a good point. There really is no emotional connection between Paris and Casino. This just seems like two drunk, lonely people who can't express themselves so they resort to this.
Delivery Man #1: All right, give me your frickin keys!
Delivery Man #2 : I'm frickin fine!
Technique, Crusher, Dudes, Josh: REWIND!
Ravager: Gentlemen! Please! Some decorum. There is a lot to learn from this tape. Any of us who plan on facing Chris Casino in the future need to pay attention. What we're seeing is Chris Casino at his best. He gets what he wants, uses people for what he needs, then tosses them aside when he's done. Don't think for a second that his fellow Rat Pack members won't feel the same sting if they fail him. So yes, we will watch this again. But there is no need to feel any shame...
Tiffany MacIntyre walks in.
Tiffany: Hey guys, what're you watching?
Ravager: NOTHING!
Mad scramble from all the men to cover up, turn TV off etc. Fade to black.
Crusher, Technique, Maniac, The Dudes, The Delivery Men, and Chris Casino's sex tape used with permission.
Josh: So, you're going through all these tapes?
Ravager: You can't stop with a physical workout. You have to prepare mentally as well. You go through your opponents past matches. Learn their moves. Weaknesses. Now, I haven't been able to get much on Axel Jaxx, but what I've seen tells me that he's due for a win. Now I have to make sure that win doesn't come against me.
Josh: Well, what about all these other tapes?
Ravager: You got to prepare for future opponents. I've got tapes of Maniac, Olypsius, Don Travelli...
Josh: You got a lot of Chris Casino tapes as well.
Ravager: I was focusing on him for a while. Now that D!'s back I have to put that on the back burner. But after Monday Night and Joker's Wild, trust me, I'll be taking a much closer look at those tapes. And I always have more coming in.
Knock on door. The Delivery Men walk in before Josh can even answer.
Delivery Man #1: You order some frickin' video tapes?
Ravager: Are those the Japanese shows I asked for?
Delivery Man #1: Are you frickin accusing us of looking in other people's parcels?
Delivery Man #2: Because that goes against our code of honor. We swore an oath many years ago...
Ravager: I'll tip you guys triple not to repeat it right now.
Delivery Man #1 & 2: Okay.
Ravager opens his package. Pulls out a single Video.
Ravager: I was expecting more.
Delivery Man # 1: (reading the label) "Playing with the Hand You're Dealt" What the Frick kind of name is that for a wrestling show?
Delivery Man #2: Well, Japanese wrestling is very different from North American wrestling, you ignorant Frick!
Ravager: Gentlemen, there really is not enough room in here to fight. Now if you don't mind.
Ravager pops the tape in the VCR. He and the Delivery Men crowd around the monitor, blocking Josh's view.
Josh: Hey, no fair!
Delivery Man #1: Huh. This frickin match must have taken place in Vegas. Look at that plush dressing room. Frick, it looks like the frickin Hilton!
Delivery Man #2: Speaking of Hilton...
Ravager: Is that Paris?....
Pause
Ravager: Oh.... When I said I wanted any Chris Casino tape they could get me, I guess he assumed I wanted ANY Chris Casino tape he could get me.
Delivery Man # 1: His moves are pretty frickin limited here too.
Ravager: Not a lot of imagination, I'll agree.
Josh: What's going on? Let me see!
They move to let Josh see the screen.
Josh: Wow. Casino is sure taking his time delivering that power bomb.
Delivery Man #2: That's not how you deliver a power bomb.
Delivery Man #1 : (muttering) Maybe if you're Frickin Deathrow (spits)...
Josh: What? .... (sinks in) OH GOD!!! WE CAN'T BE WATCHING THIS!!!
Delivery Man #2: Why the Frick not?
Ravager: Josh is right. This is an invasion of Chris Casino's privacy. Any exhibition of this could hurt his reputation, and personally embarrass him.
Cut to the NAPW locker room. Crusher, Technique, The Dudes, The Delivery Men, Josh, and Ravager are all gathered around a TV. Eating Popcorn, drinking, catcalling.
Technique: Should we be watching this?
Cameron Scott: Oh come on! We're all adults here!
Pause. Technique and Crusher look at each other. Crusher breaks the tension.
Crusher: Rewind it! Rewind it!
Ravager: I've rewound it four times already!
Mike Johnston: It's not like the tapes very long.
Delivery Man # 2: The man raises a frickin point!
Ravager rewinds the tape, replays it. Maniac walks by. Stops to watch. He shakes his head.
Maniac: If that boy rushes his matches like he's rushing here, he won't be champ for long.
Maniac walks off.
Delivery Man #2: He raises a good point. There really is no emotional connection between Paris and Casino. This just seems like two drunk, lonely people who can't express themselves so they resort to this.
Delivery Man #1: All right, give me your frickin keys!
Delivery Man #2 : I'm frickin fine!
Technique, Crusher, Dudes, Josh: REWIND!
Ravager: Gentlemen! Please! Some decorum. There is a lot to learn from this tape. Any of us who plan on facing Chris Casino in the future need to pay attention. What we're seeing is Chris Casino at his best. He gets what he wants, uses people for what he needs, then tosses them aside when he's done. Don't think for a second that his fellow Rat Pack members won't feel the same sting if they fail him. So yes, we will watch this again. But there is no need to feel any shame...
Tiffany MacIntyre walks in.
Tiffany: Hey guys, what're you watching?
Ravager: NOTHING!
Mad scramble from all the men to cover up, turn TV off etc. Fade to black.
Crusher, Technique, Maniac, The Dudes, The Delivery Men, and Chris Casino's sex tape used with permission.