Post by Chris Casino on Jan 17, 2006 12:53:10 GMT -5
- Aftermath -
We find ourselves backstage at Monday Night Fights and find the NAPW Champion Chris Casino and his manager Terry Brandon in their private locker room. Both men are packing their gear, getting ready to head out to The Baccarat Casino. Casino has showered and changed out of his ring gear into the more suitable attire of an Armani three piece suit. The NAPW Heavyweight Championship is laying on top of Casino's gear bag and it shines brilliantly. Terry Brandon looks a little worse for wear, still shaken by his attack earlier in the evening. He stops is packing, adjusts his tie and looks at his #1 client.
Brandon: Kid, I'll be back in a few. I need to make sure that DX and Cartwright are ready to roll. You know how they are without parental supervision.
The champ simply nods as his manager leaves the room. Chris Casino runs his hands through his long blond hair and takes a seat on the nearby bench. He looks into the camera and for once he looks dead serious. No fake smirk or cocky grin. This is business.
Casino: Tonight I think we all saw a preview of what awaits D! at Joker's Wild. For three long weeks the former NAPW Champion has laid low. Licking his wounds and no doubt other things as well. He's counted the hours, the minutes, the very seconds until he could make his "triumphant" return. One week ago he finally reappeared to the delight of his fans. Ruining my fun with Predator. This week he made his dramatic in ring return as he teamed with Predator to face me and Lobo. But despite all the hype, all the build up, all the anticipation. He lost. Again.
For a man who was named the NAPW "MVP" he seems to have a problem with winning. Sure face him up against sub par talent like Plague or Lobo and he's the damn man. But when he was finally forced to face me one on one in a match, I beat him. I punished him for his stupidity and made him bleed for my amusement. In only my second match in NAPW I beat the best wrestler this company had to offer and won their top championship. Since then I've helped form the most dominant stable this place has ever seen. People might not like me, they might disagree on how I do things, but they can NEVER forget it was I who waltzed into NAPW and made a fool out of their hero.
I've got your number D!. I've always had it. Don't belive me? Then tell me this, when have you ever beaten me? When have you put my shoulders down for the three count? When have you made me tap out? I'll answer that question for you. Never. But look at my record D!, I've got two straight wins over you. Who else can say that? Who else can say that they won not only the NAPW Title, but won it in the first ever steel cage match held in the NAPW? Just me baby, just me. I left you for dead back in December. But I knew you'd come back, Hell I counted on it. What better way to further demoralize your fellow countrymen by once again beating their hero?
You can't beat me D!. You couldn't do it during our first battle in the cage and you couldn't do it tonight. It's like I've said. I OWN you bitch. But yet you continue to hound me. You seek redemption. In the grand scheme of things the NAPW Title isn't even that important to you is it? All you care about, all you dream about is beating me inside that steel cage to prove to yourself and your retarded fans that my win over you was but a mere fluke. D!, that just ain't gonna happen. You see the NAPW Heavyweight Title is MY life. I didn't trudge up to Canada to be second best peanut. That sport is reserved for you.
Casino pulls the NAPW Title off of his gear bag and drapes it over his shoulder. NAPW is engraved across the face plate in bright red letters. The background is that of the American flag. Under the face plate we see the name Chris Casino on the gold nameplate.
Casino: This is as close as you'll ever get to wearing the NAPW title again D!. Unlike most of the other supposed stars here in Canada, I don't fear you. Hell, if anything I pity you. You're so obsessed over making that cage match back on December 19th go away that you're willing to once again put life and limb on the line. All for redemption. How pathetic. At Joker's Wild on January 23rd history will repeat itself as Chris Casino beats D! in the second straight cage match. Tell me this D!. What will you do then? Where will you go? Will you stay in NAPW and try to salvage your career? Or will you simply fade away?
A knock comes at the door and Casino lays his title back onto the gear bag.
Casino: Your blood will stain the canvas D!. Inside that cage, your quest fro redemption will come to a brutal halt. I only hope that your feeble little ego can take it.
Another knock at the door.
Casino: (shouting) Jesus Brandon, come in! The door's not locked!
The door slowly opens and a figure slinks into the room. Casino is busy stuffing clothes into a bag when he hears it.
Voice: Meeeeeeeeeeeow.
Casino stops instantly and slowly looks over his shoulder. His eyes filled with a worried look.
Casino: (whispering) Oh shit.
The camera pans around and we see the ever beautiful Halle Berry. In her Catwoman outfit. She slinks over to Casino on all fours and licks her lips.
Halle: Why don't you return my calls? Don't you miss your kitty?
Casino jumps up from his seat and backs himself up against a wall. He makes the sign of the cross with his fingers.
Casino: You crazy bitch! I have a restraining order on you. Wait...I've got THREE damn restraining orders on you! It's over Halle....
Halle: (purrs) Kitty....
Casino: I'm sorry you freaked out and left that singer guy for me, but baby, you're nuts.
Halle "Catwoman" Berry slinks across the floor and pulls herself up to come face to face with Casino. She smiles and licks his face.
Halle: Give momma another chance. I can make you feel soooooooooooooooooo good meow!
The locker room door opens and in walks Terry Brandon and Evan Cartwright. They stop in their tracks and look at each other.
Brandon & Cartwright: (shouting) HALLE!!!
They rush over and grab the actress and pull her forcibly away from Casino. She kicks Brandon in the Family Jewels and he drops to the floor in agony. Evan slaps the crazy bitch in a headlock and she fights like, well like a wild cat. Kicking and clawing at Cartwright.
Cartwright: Man RUN!
Casino: What about you guys?
Cartwright: It's to late for us champ! Save yourself!
Casino quickly grabs his NAPW Title and his gear back, hops over a moaning Terry Brandon and flees into the hallway.
Cartwright: That's it, I'm asking for a damn raise.
Halle bits Evan on the arm and he quickly lets go.
Cartwright: (yelling) Arrrgggggggggggghhh!!!! The bitch bit me! Rabies! I've got crazy bitch rabies!
Halle runs from the room in her hunt for Casino as Cartwright quickly slams the door shut behind her.
Cartwright: (whispering) Run Casino Run.
- Cut to a commercial for Catwoman on DVD! Only $2.99 brand new! -
We find ourselves backstage at Monday Night Fights and find the NAPW Champion Chris Casino and his manager Terry Brandon in their private locker room. Both men are packing their gear, getting ready to head out to The Baccarat Casino. Casino has showered and changed out of his ring gear into the more suitable attire of an Armani three piece suit. The NAPW Heavyweight Championship is laying on top of Casino's gear bag and it shines brilliantly. Terry Brandon looks a little worse for wear, still shaken by his attack earlier in the evening. He stops is packing, adjusts his tie and looks at his #1 client.
Brandon: Kid, I'll be back in a few. I need to make sure that DX and Cartwright are ready to roll. You know how they are without parental supervision.
The champ simply nods as his manager leaves the room. Chris Casino runs his hands through his long blond hair and takes a seat on the nearby bench. He looks into the camera and for once he looks dead serious. No fake smirk or cocky grin. This is business.
Casino: Tonight I think we all saw a preview of what awaits D! at Joker's Wild. For three long weeks the former NAPW Champion has laid low. Licking his wounds and no doubt other things as well. He's counted the hours, the minutes, the very seconds until he could make his "triumphant" return. One week ago he finally reappeared to the delight of his fans. Ruining my fun with Predator. This week he made his dramatic in ring return as he teamed with Predator to face me and Lobo. But despite all the hype, all the build up, all the anticipation. He lost. Again.
For a man who was named the NAPW "MVP" he seems to have a problem with winning. Sure face him up against sub par talent like Plague or Lobo and he's the damn man. But when he was finally forced to face me one on one in a match, I beat him. I punished him for his stupidity and made him bleed for my amusement. In only my second match in NAPW I beat the best wrestler this company had to offer and won their top championship. Since then I've helped form the most dominant stable this place has ever seen. People might not like me, they might disagree on how I do things, but they can NEVER forget it was I who waltzed into NAPW and made a fool out of their hero.
I've got your number D!. I've always had it. Don't belive me? Then tell me this, when have you ever beaten me? When have you put my shoulders down for the three count? When have you made me tap out? I'll answer that question for you. Never. But look at my record D!, I've got two straight wins over you. Who else can say that? Who else can say that they won not only the NAPW Title, but won it in the first ever steel cage match held in the NAPW? Just me baby, just me. I left you for dead back in December. But I knew you'd come back, Hell I counted on it. What better way to further demoralize your fellow countrymen by once again beating their hero?
You can't beat me D!. You couldn't do it during our first battle in the cage and you couldn't do it tonight. It's like I've said. I OWN you bitch. But yet you continue to hound me. You seek redemption. In the grand scheme of things the NAPW Title isn't even that important to you is it? All you care about, all you dream about is beating me inside that steel cage to prove to yourself and your retarded fans that my win over you was but a mere fluke. D!, that just ain't gonna happen. You see the NAPW Heavyweight Title is MY life. I didn't trudge up to Canada to be second best peanut. That sport is reserved for you.
Casino pulls the NAPW Title off of his gear bag and drapes it over his shoulder. NAPW is engraved across the face plate in bright red letters. The background is that of the American flag. Under the face plate we see the name Chris Casino on the gold nameplate.
Casino: This is as close as you'll ever get to wearing the NAPW title again D!. Unlike most of the other supposed stars here in Canada, I don't fear you. Hell, if anything I pity you. You're so obsessed over making that cage match back on December 19th go away that you're willing to once again put life and limb on the line. All for redemption. How pathetic. At Joker's Wild on January 23rd history will repeat itself as Chris Casino beats D! in the second straight cage match. Tell me this D!. What will you do then? Where will you go? Will you stay in NAPW and try to salvage your career? Or will you simply fade away?
A knock comes at the door and Casino lays his title back onto the gear bag.
Casino: Your blood will stain the canvas D!. Inside that cage, your quest fro redemption will come to a brutal halt. I only hope that your feeble little ego can take it.
Another knock at the door.
Casino: (shouting) Jesus Brandon, come in! The door's not locked!
The door slowly opens and a figure slinks into the room. Casino is busy stuffing clothes into a bag when he hears it.
Voice: Meeeeeeeeeeeow.
Casino stops instantly and slowly looks over his shoulder. His eyes filled with a worried look.
Casino: (whispering) Oh shit.
The camera pans around and we see the ever beautiful Halle Berry. In her Catwoman outfit. She slinks over to Casino on all fours and licks her lips.
Halle: Why don't you return my calls? Don't you miss your kitty?
Casino jumps up from his seat and backs himself up against a wall. He makes the sign of the cross with his fingers.
Casino: You crazy bitch! I have a restraining order on you. Wait...I've got THREE damn restraining orders on you! It's over Halle....
Halle: (purrs) Kitty....
Casino: I'm sorry you freaked out and left that singer guy for me, but baby, you're nuts.
Halle "Catwoman" Berry slinks across the floor and pulls herself up to come face to face with Casino. She smiles and licks his face.
Halle: Give momma another chance. I can make you feel soooooooooooooooooo good meow!
The locker room door opens and in walks Terry Brandon and Evan Cartwright. They stop in their tracks and look at each other.
Brandon & Cartwright: (shouting) HALLE!!!
They rush over and grab the actress and pull her forcibly away from Casino. She kicks Brandon in the Family Jewels and he drops to the floor in agony. Evan slaps the crazy bitch in a headlock and she fights like, well like a wild cat. Kicking and clawing at Cartwright.
Cartwright: Man RUN!
Casino: What about you guys?
Cartwright: It's to late for us champ! Save yourself!
Casino quickly grabs his NAPW Title and his gear back, hops over a moaning Terry Brandon and flees into the hallway.
Cartwright: That's it, I'm asking for a damn raise.
Halle bits Evan on the arm and he quickly lets go.
Cartwright: (yelling) Arrrgggggggggggghhh!!!! The bitch bit me! Rabies! I've got crazy bitch rabies!
Halle runs from the room in her hunt for Casino as Cartwright quickly slams the door shut behind her.
Cartwright: (whispering) Run Casino Run.
- Cut to a commercial for Catwoman on DVD! Only $2.99 brand new! -