Post by Chris Casino on Jan 15, 2006 1:40:18 GMT -5
- Shoot -
We find ourselves in the NAPW studio with both Chris Casino and his manager Terry Brandon. Casino is dressed in a tailor made Armani suit & tie while Brandon is sporting a snappy looking three piece from Brooks Brothers. The Americanized NAPW Heavyweight Title is draped over the left shoulder of our champ and the soft crooning voice of Frank Sinatra can be heard playing in the background. Casino gives us a cocky smile and we go live.
Casino: I find it beyond ridiculous that while I train and push my body to it's physical and mental limits preparing for this upcoming Monday Night Fights...D! and Predator are playing "hide the sausage" in some dark alley. You see it's shit like that, that almost killed this promotion. Grown men running around play acting like nine year olds. Thank God I arrived when I did. Not only did I restore prestige to the NAPW Title, but I showed the entire world what a sham of a wrestler D! really is.
As if the embarrassment of D! and Predator doing a promo together wasn't bad enough, but now the dreaded Mirage has also returned to the scene. Tell me, just how many guys are you gonna wedge in that dark alley? Maybe it's just "one of those" kinda alleys where lots of men seem to congregate. All I know is that the recent promos of D! and Predator have given the NAPW a black eye. Not only are they pathetic losers...But they lack any sense of originality.
I look foreword to this upcoming Monday Night Fights with more anticipation than I've ever had for any match. Why? So I can once again show why the NAPW kicked D! to the curb as soon as REAL talent hit the scene. D!, if you can look me in the eyes and tell me that you're not embarrassed by those ridiculous promos then you're a damn liar. While you're defiantly not on my skill level you're better than slumming it with Predator...And Mirage...And Kar, Bio, Huey Dewy and Louie.
Casino takes a moment to adjust the gold strap resting on his shoulder. It gleams in the spotlight.
Casino: On a quick side note....
Brandon: You gonna go there?
Casino: Damn skippy.
Brandon: Well he has it coming. Give it to him champ.
Casino: As I was saying, on a quick side note I heard J.C. Cook utter my name. J.C. Cook, the same little bitch who got his ass kicked by a street bum. J.C Cook who refused to come back to action until Misery was let go from the company. Why? Because her highness was offended. Are you serious? You achieve the dream of millions by making a living as a pro wrestler and you have the gall to become "offended" by someone's antics? Tell me Cook, what title did you last hold? Oh yeah. None. Tell me this then Cook, what makes you think that a little bitch like yourself can even say my name in the same sentence as yourself? Any time you wanna roll big time, hit me up kid. I'll show your sorry ass how good I am. And how useless you are. No wonder your bitch left you.
Brandon: And that concludes the "Cook" segment.
Casino takes a moment to compose himself and his cocky smile reappears.
Casino: Like it or not, I am THE man in NAPW. I am the World Heavyweight Champion. It doesn't matter how I did it. All that matters is that I am the #1 guy in this company. All you jealous bastards might not like it, but I could care less. Come Monday I'll headline, again, and beat D! and his life partner Predator. At the January Super Show I'll headline, again, and put D!'s career out to pasture for good.
I fear no one. Not Maniac. Not Predator or the rest of his Village People. I certainly don't fear the squeamish J.C Cook. Once Lobo and myself win at Monday Night Fights I'll go on to donkey punch D! once again inside the cage. After THAT, anyone who wants me can look me up. I'll put this title....
Casino pats his NAPW belt.
Casino: Against any piece of trash NAPW tosses at me. Call me "The Future" or "The Headliner" I don't care. Just as long as your dirty Canadian ass goblins call me "Champ."
Brandon: You done kid?
Casino: (smiles) I haven't even started. Get ready NAPW...You haven't seen anything yet.
Casino and Terry Brandon get up from their seats and leave the stage.
- cut to a commercial for the J.C Cook "I'm scared of street people" tee shirt available at Casino.com -
We find ourselves in the NAPW studio with both Chris Casino and his manager Terry Brandon. Casino is dressed in a tailor made Armani suit & tie while Brandon is sporting a snappy looking three piece from Brooks Brothers. The Americanized NAPW Heavyweight Title is draped over the left shoulder of our champ and the soft crooning voice of Frank Sinatra can be heard playing in the background. Casino gives us a cocky smile and we go live.
Casino: I find it beyond ridiculous that while I train and push my body to it's physical and mental limits preparing for this upcoming Monday Night Fights...D! and Predator are playing "hide the sausage" in some dark alley. You see it's shit like that, that almost killed this promotion. Grown men running around play acting like nine year olds. Thank God I arrived when I did. Not only did I restore prestige to the NAPW Title, but I showed the entire world what a sham of a wrestler D! really is.
As if the embarrassment of D! and Predator doing a promo together wasn't bad enough, but now the dreaded Mirage has also returned to the scene. Tell me, just how many guys are you gonna wedge in that dark alley? Maybe it's just "one of those" kinda alleys where lots of men seem to congregate. All I know is that the recent promos of D! and Predator have given the NAPW a black eye. Not only are they pathetic losers...But they lack any sense of originality.
I look foreword to this upcoming Monday Night Fights with more anticipation than I've ever had for any match. Why? So I can once again show why the NAPW kicked D! to the curb as soon as REAL talent hit the scene. D!, if you can look me in the eyes and tell me that you're not embarrassed by those ridiculous promos then you're a damn liar. While you're defiantly not on my skill level you're better than slumming it with Predator...And Mirage...And Kar, Bio, Huey Dewy and Louie.
Casino takes a moment to adjust the gold strap resting on his shoulder. It gleams in the spotlight.
Casino: On a quick side note....
Brandon: You gonna go there?
Casino: Damn skippy.
Brandon: Well he has it coming. Give it to him champ.
Casino: As I was saying, on a quick side note I heard J.C. Cook utter my name. J.C. Cook, the same little bitch who got his ass kicked by a street bum. J.C Cook who refused to come back to action until Misery was let go from the company. Why? Because her highness was offended. Are you serious? You achieve the dream of millions by making a living as a pro wrestler and you have the gall to become "offended" by someone's antics? Tell me Cook, what title did you last hold? Oh yeah. None. Tell me this then Cook, what makes you think that a little bitch like yourself can even say my name in the same sentence as yourself? Any time you wanna roll big time, hit me up kid. I'll show your sorry ass how good I am. And how useless you are. No wonder your bitch left you.
Brandon: And that concludes the "Cook" segment.
Casino takes a moment to compose himself and his cocky smile reappears.
Casino: Like it or not, I am THE man in NAPW. I am the World Heavyweight Champion. It doesn't matter how I did it. All that matters is that I am the #1 guy in this company. All you jealous bastards might not like it, but I could care less. Come Monday I'll headline, again, and beat D! and his life partner Predator. At the January Super Show I'll headline, again, and put D!'s career out to pasture for good.
I fear no one. Not Maniac. Not Predator or the rest of his Village People. I certainly don't fear the squeamish J.C Cook. Once Lobo and myself win at Monday Night Fights I'll go on to donkey punch D! once again inside the cage. After THAT, anyone who wants me can look me up. I'll put this title....
Casino pats his NAPW belt.
Casino: Against any piece of trash NAPW tosses at me. Call me "The Future" or "The Headliner" I don't care. Just as long as your dirty Canadian ass goblins call me "Champ."
Brandon: You done kid?
Casino: (smiles) I haven't even started. Get ready NAPW...You haven't seen anything yet.
Casino and Terry Brandon get up from their seats and leave the stage.
- cut to a commercial for the J.C Cook "I'm scared of street people" tee shirt available at Casino.com -