Post by Chris Casino on Jan 14, 2006 13:51:55 GMT -5
- What A Joke -
We open up on the newly acquired private gym of Chris Casino and find him sitting in front of a small television. Seated next to him is Terry Brandon who has a legal notepad resting in his lap. While Casino looks like he's just finished up a marathon workout, Brandon is dressed to impress with his Armani suit. In the background we see several people pumping iron and trying to get their flabby Canadian selves into shape. Casino takes a sip of water and grimaces.
Casino: (pointing to the TV) You know what's sad? The fact that I'm not surprised that D! and Predator are meeting in a dark alley. For some reason both of these men look at ease with their little clandestine meeting. $50 bucks says they'll kiss before it's over.
Brandon: No way champ. Uh, by the way. That tape of you and Paris is still circulating around the locker room.
Casino: So? I get a piece of hot, well, luke warm ass and everyone else gets jealous. I can't help that. Like those trolls The Delivery Men or Ravager will ever be in the same room, let alone the same bed as Paris Hilton is a joke. Ravager just liked watching that tape to see my naked body...Sick bastard.
Brandon: I also heard there was some trouble in some pub recently?
Casino: Roberts fault. He got sloppy drunk and mad a fool of himself.
Brandon: Yeah. Look what I'm trying to say champ is that maybe you need to put more time into your upcoming match against D! and Predator than going around wreaking havoc.
Brandon smiles and Casino glares at his manager.
Casino: Are you serious? Are you watching the same shit I am? My opponents for Monday are in a dark alley making small talk. One guy is a has been trying to reclaim his fifteen minutes of fame and the other guy thinks he's a monster from a "B" movie. Are you seriously trying to tell me that I need to...Hey wait...Look.
Terry Brandon looks at the TV and sees the appearance of Bio, Kar & Pain.
Casino: What. In. The. Hell?
Brandon: Okay. That's uh unique.
Casino: Turn this off man. It's an embarrassment.
Terry does as he's told and Casino takes another sip of water.
Casino: How the mighty have fallen. D!, at one time you were the kingpin of this promotion. You looked unbeatable. But now? You're in a dark alley with a mid carder playing kid games. Maybe, just maybe, if you pulled your head out of your ass you'd be a concern to me. But noooooooooooo, you're busy play "space monkey" with a man who, let's be honest, isn't on our level. The mighty D! has returned to NAPW and guess what? He's a joke.
Look at me, I might goof off and have fun but I am without a doubt the baddest son of a bitch in NAPW. I smoked you like a camel and put your sorry ass on the shelf for almost a month. In fact, I have yet to be pinned or submitted in this promotion. But you? You come back from your little rest and expect me to cower in fear of you? A man who plays kiddie games with other grown men. In America we like to call those kind of people "losers."
At MNF, I'll continue on winning streak against you D!. I'll show NAPW that you were but a flash in the pan while I'm the real deal baby. You will NEVER get the NAPW title back. Not as long as I'm here D!. So why don't you do us all a favor and simply....Go away? Stop tarnishing your little legend. Stop making wrestling look bad with your tired promos and your foolish antics with the common people.
Casino looks at a nearby clock and his cocky grin vanishes.
Casino: (To Brandon) where the Hell is Lobo? Please tell me he's not off in some alley with a bunch of guys.
Brandon: I dunno, He should have been here by now.
Casino: Pfffffffft, his loss. At Monday Night Fights D!, you and I will meet again for the first time since I took the NAPW title from you. History will indeed repeat itself as I pin your shoulders to the mat for the 1-2-3. But don't worry, I won't rough you up to bad sport. I want you to make it to the steel cage. That's where I'll put the final nail in your coffin peanut. The legacy of D! will be forgotten and Chris Casino will go onto immortality.
On last thought, next time you want to be taken seriously. Stay away from Predator. He's low rent. But maybe you two have some sort of special bond. I dunno, I ain't here to judge. All I know is that since I've arrived in NAPW I've slapped you around like a little bitch. And it's not about to change. See you two freaks on Monday. That is...If you can pull yourselves away from your alley in time.
Casino waves us away and we cut to black.
- cut to a commercial for Aaron's STD Clinic. Get an AID'S test and receive a free toothbrush! -
We open up on the newly acquired private gym of Chris Casino and find him sitting in front of a small television. Seated next to him is Terry Brandon who has a legal notepad resting in his lap. While Casino looks like he's just finished up a marathon workout, Brandon is dressed to impress with his Armani suit. In the background we see several people pumping iron and trying to get their flabby Canadian selves into shape. Casino takes a sip of water and grimaces.
Casino: (pointing to the TV) You know what's sad? The fact that I'm not surprised that D! and Predator are meeting in a dark alley. For some reason both of these men look at ease with their little clandestine meeting. $50 bucks says they'll kiss before it's over.
Brandon: No way champ. Uh, by the way. That tape of you and Paris is still circulating around the locker room.
Casino: So? I get a piece of hot, well, luke warm ass and everyone else gets jealous. I can't help that. Like those trolls The Delivery Men or Ravager will ever be in the same room, let alone the same bed as Paris Hilton is a joke. Ravager just liked watching that tape to see my naked body...Sick bastard.
Brandon: I also heard there was some trouble in some pub recently?
Casino: Roberts fault. He got sloppy drunk and mad a fool of himself.
Brandon: Yeah. Look what I'm trying to say champ is that maybe you need to put more time into your upcoming match against D! and Predator than going around wreaking havoc.
Brandon smiles and Casino glares at his manager.
Casino: Are you serious? Are you watching the same shit I am? My opponents for Monday are in a dark alley making small talk. One guy is a has been trying to reclaim his fifteen minutes of fame and the other guy thinks he's a monster from a "B" movie. Are you seriously trying to tell me that I need to...Hey wait...Look.
Terry Brandon looks at the TV and sees the appearance of Bio, Kar & Pain.
Casino: What. In. The. Hell?
Brandon: Okay. That's uh unique.
Casino: Turn this off man. It's an embarrassment.
Terry does as he's told and Casino takes another sip of water.
Casino: How the mighty have fallen. D!, at one time you were the kingpin of this promotion. You looked unbeatable. But now? You're in a dark alley with a mid carder playing kid games. Maybe, just maybe, if you pulled your head out of your ass you'd be a concern to me. But noooooooooooo, you're busy play "space monkey" with a man who, let's be honest, isn't on our level. The mighty D! has returned to NAPW and guess what? He's a joke.
Look at me, I might goof off and have fun but I am without a doubt the baddest son of a bitch in NAPW. I smoked you like a camel and put your sorry ass on the shelf for almost a month. In fact, I have yet to be pinned or submitted in this promotion. But you? You come back from your little rest and expect me to cower in fear of you? A man who plays kiddie games with other grown men. In America we like to call those kind of people "losers."
At MNF, I'll continue on winning streak against you D!. I'll show NAPW that you were but a flash in the pan while I'm the real deal baby. You will NEVER get the NAPW title back. Not as long as I'm here D!. So why don't you do us all a favor and simply....Go away? Stop tarnishing your little legend. Stop making wrestling look bad with your tired promos and your foolish antics with the common people.
Casino looks at a nearby clock and his cocky grin vanishes.
Casino: (To Brandon) where the Hell is Lobo? Please tell me he's not off in some alley with a bunch of guys.
Brandon: I dunno, He should have been here by now.
Casino: Pfffffffft, his loss. At Monday Night Fights D!, you and I will meet again for the first time since I took the NAPW title from you. History will indeed repeat itself as I pin your shoulders to the mat for the 1-2-3. But don't worry, I won't rough you up to bad sport. I want you to make it to the steel cage. That's where I'll put the final nail in your coffin peanut. The legacy of D! will be forgotten and Chris Casino will go onto immortality.
On last thought, next time you want to be taken seriously. Stay away from Predator. He's low rent. But maybe you two have some sort of special bond. I dunno, I ain't here to judge. All I know is that since I've arrived in NAPW I've slapped you around like a little bitch. And it's not about to change. See you two freaks on Monday. That is...If you can pull yourselves away from your alley in time.
Casino waves us away and we cut to black.
- cut to a commercial for Aaron's STD Clinic. Get an AID'S test and receive a free toothbrush! -