Post by Lobo on Jan 15, 2006 1:44:28 GMT -5
A glare from a room and some deep-vocal laughter fill the mansion as the sound of a key unlocking a door echo through the house of Chris Casino.
Chris: TYRA!! I'm home!!
The house is silent (except for Lobo's deep laughter). Chris puts on a smug grin as he strides to his living room.
Chris (pivoting to face the open doorway): Enjoying the comforts of my home?
Lobo (stuffing his mouth full of Old Dutch Sour Cream & Cheddar Potato Chips): Very much so. It's a nice place here, though a tad bit noisy.
Chris: That's just the over-pass. I moved here so it wouldn't take me long to travel off of the main highway.
Lobo: Smart man. Though, if I lived here I wouldn't see the reason to travel to Canada every week.
Chris (stroking his Championship like he would a lover) : Oh yeah you like it when I wax you there...Sorry what...Cananda,yeah its nice...
Lobo (gazing at the NAPW title) : I sometimes wonder why I stay there...
Chris (taking a hasty step back) : Whoa!! Big man, I don't want to start Brokeback Mountain 2 or anything. If you want this title your gonna have to earn it.
Lobo (glaring intently at Chris) : I don't want your title Chris. I want that Television Title.
Chris: Then why don't you just ask for a shot. I heard Bobby Winchell was an easy-going, nice guy...
After a small moment of silence both parties burst out in full-blown laughter. After a moment Lobo seems to regain his composure.
Lobo: Well actually Chris I found a way it could benefit both of us.
Chris (slowly regaining his composure) : I'm interested, tell me more.
Lobo: Well, you see. There is this match on Joker's Wild a Battle Royal or something. And who-ever wins gets a World Title shot-
Chris: I'm not seeing how this helps...
Lobo: There's more. You see when I get into that match and win-
Chris: Wait what do you mean get into the match?
Lobo: Well...technically I'm not scheduled in it but there is an open spot and it has my name written all over it.
Chris: OK. Go On.
Lobo: So as I was saying when I win it. And when you win you're cage match. Which I have the up-most faith you will. (giving Chris a stern look).
Chris: OH! Don't worry I will...I will.
Lobo: When we both win. I, Lobo, have a title shot. But I trade it in.
Chris: Trade it in?
Lobo: Yes!! Trade it in for a Television Title Shot! Its a win-win situation. I get my shot and you...
Chris: I! I don't have to face anyone for my title!! Lobo you're a genius!!
Lobo: Thank you, I do my best. And this Monday we will do our best to get rid on our biggest threats to the Rat Pack dynasty.
Chris: Yes this Monday, Dud! and the Feces-inator will finally fall to the greatest wrester's alive today!
Lobo: Chris Casino and Lobo...Its a beautiful thing....
Fades to Black...
Ace's Hemorrhoid Cream, "When you have hemorrhoids, its an ACE in the hole!"
Chris: TYRA!! I'm home!!
The house is silent (except for Lobo's deep laughter). Chris puts on a smug grin as he strides to his living room.
Chris (pivoting to face the open doorway): Enjoying the comforts of my home?
Lobo (stuffing his mouth full of Old Dutch Sour Cream & Cheddar Potato Chips): Very much so. It's a nice place here, though a tad bit noisy.
Chris: That's just the over-pass. I moved here so it wouldn't take me long to travel off of the main highway.
Lobo: Smart man. Though, if I lived here I wouldn't see the reason to travel to Canada every week.
Chris (stroking his Championship like he would a lover) : Oh yeah you like it when I wax you there...Sorry what...Cananda,yeah its nice...
Lobo (gazing at the NAPW title) : I sometimes wonder why I stay there...
Chris (taking a hasty step back) : Whoa!! Big man, I don't want to start Brokeback Mountain 2 or anything. If you want this title your gonna have to earn it.
Lobo (glaring intently at Chris) : I don't want your title Chris. I want that Television Title.
Chris: Then why don't you just ask for a shot. I heard Bobby Winchell was an easy-going, nice guy...
After a small moment of silence both parties burst out in full-blown laughter. After a moment Lobo seems to regain his composure.
Lobo: Well actually Chris I found a way it could benefit both of us.
Chris (slowly regaining his composure) : I'm interested, tell me more.
Lobo: Well, you see. There is this match on Joker's Wild a Battle Royal or something. And who-ever wins gets a World Title shot-
Chris: I'm not seeing how this helps...
Lobo: There's more. You see when I get into that match and win-
Chris: Wait what do you mean get into the match?
Lobo: Well...technically I'm not scheduled in it but there is an open spot and it has my name written all over it.
Chris: OK. Go On.
Lobo: So as I was saying when I win it. And when you win you're cage match. Which I have the up-most faith you will. (giving Chris a stern look).
Chris: OH! Don't worry I will...I will.
Lobo: When we both win. I, Lobo, have a title shot. But I trade it in.
Chris: Trade it in?
Lobo: Yes!! Trade it in for a Television Title Shot! Its a win-win situation. I get my shot and you...
Chris: I! I don't have to face anyone for my title!! Lobo you're a genius!!
Lobo: Thank you, I do my best. And this Monday we will do our best to get rid on our biggest threats to the Rat Pack dynasty.
Chris: Yes this Monday, Dud! and the Feces-inator will finally fall to the greatest wrester's alive today!
Lobo: Chris Casino and Lobo...Its a beautiful thing....
Fades to Black...
Ace's Hemorrhoid Cream, "When you have hemorrhoids, its an ACE in the hole!"