Post by Chris Casino on Jan 17, 2006 23:24:13 GMT -5
- The Baccarat Casino, Canada -
He stands in the lobby of the Baccarat Casino and breathes in the sights and sounds of his surroundings. Having been born and raised in Sin City he instinctively knows the layout of the resort from a quick glance. It's a much smaller casino that The Bellagio which he currently owns 1/3 of. The gaming floor is roughly 30,000 square feet with a small fleet of slot machines that look to be around only 300 or so. A quick count confirms that there are only 38 table games. Chris Casino, the NAPW Heavyweight Champion, sighs and smiles.
Casino: What a dump.
Casino is dressed in a tailor made navy Ralph Lauren suit and an ankle length leather overcoat. His long blond mane is drawn into a tight ponytail and his blue eyes instantly draw attention to his handsome face.
Brandon: What did you say kid?
Casino turns around and looks at his manager, Terry Brandon, who has just strolled inside the resort. He's smartly dressed in a suit and silk tie. Draped over his left should is Chris Casinos NAPW Championship belt.
Casino: I said this place was a dump. I've seen Holiday Inns bigger than this place. NAPW should have let The Bellagio host the event.
Brandon: We tried remember? They said it would give you an unfair advantage or something.
Casino snickers.
Casino: I could fight D! in his own damn house, correction, his own damn trailer and still have the advantage. Go check us in, I wanna get to my room and relax.
Terry Brandon hustles off in search of the front desk as Chris Casino starts to leisurely walk through the gaming floor.
Casino: I find it more than ironic that NAPW would host the Joker's Wild Event from...A Casino. What more proof does one need that this promotion is ready to head into the big time? Ready to step away from the bingo halls and flea markets. NAPW is, pardon the pun, betting the house on me retaining the title for one simple reason. I can take them to places they could never go with D! as champion. Sure he's great and all, if you're into whiney self absorbed little bitches.
Take a look around D!. We're in my element in more ways than one. I've already checked the odds on our match back in Vegas kid and surprise, your stupid ass is a huge underdog. It seems everyone BUT you knows that you have no chance in Hell of beating me. You never have and you never will. I beat you in our first cage match and I'll beat you in this one as well. Do you really think that Chris Casino would drop the belt to an overrated mid carder like yourself? Inside a casino no less?
Last time we meet in the cage, I left you with a permanent reminder of what I could do. This time I'll finish off your career. I cover the canvas with your blood D!. I'll laugh as the children in attendance weep for their fallen hero. Most of all D!, I'll delight in watching you try to repair your shattered career after I've once again beaten you inside the unforgiving cage. Speaking of unforgiving, how will your little fans react when they watch you crash and burn again at Joker's Wild? I think they'll wise up and leave you cold and alone. Fans are fickle that way.
Casino wanders over to an empty chair and plops down. Unlike the Vegas hotels, The Baccarat seems to be on life support. Numerous tables are empty and maybe 1/3 of the slots are filled. It's enough to give any native from Las Vegas the blues.
Casino: When I came to NAPW, I approached it like a business plan. First I had to cut loose the dead weight. That dead weight being D!. D!, in business terms was doing absolutely nothing for NAPW. He brought nothing to the table. No skill. No promo ability. No idea of what and where he was going. He was drifting aimlessly along dragging the company down with him. When I signed my contract to NAPW I was promised a shot at the NAPW Title. The company knew they needed a "White Knight" to come in and save them from the financial ruin D! had made of the place.
I came, I saw and I damn well conquered. In my win over D! I helped NAPW take it's first step towards respectability. The ratings are higher, the attendance has grown and now here we are on the eve of the biggest show in NAPW history. Before myself the talent in NAPW was pathetic at best. But since my arrival, real athletes have trickled in. Hell, NAPW is even getting calls to do some shows in the States and over in Japan. But. First things first. Before we take that next step, D! has to fall. He cannot win back this title for the simple reason that no one will give a shit about NAPW anymore.
D! had his day in the sun. His 15 minutes of glory. Then he got his ass donkey punched by me inside a cage. A match he was drooling over. In D!'s little mind he thought he was unbeatable. But me? I'm untouchable. So far my plan to turn NAPW into a superpower has worked to perfection. People might deny it, but when you say the word "NAPW", people instantly think of ME. They say, "Yeah Casino is the guy that kicked what's his names ass." I might be hated in the back. I might surround myself with the so called "rat Pack" but make no mistakes, NAPW is a success because of me and me alone.
Terry Brandon makes his way over to Casino and smiles.
Brandon: We're all set champ.
Casino: Go on, I'll be there in a moment.
Terry Brandon walks away and Casino leans foreword. A devilish grin slips onto his face.
Casino: For those of you watching at home, answer me this. During the week of D!'s big return match to NAPW...Where was he? D! was in a dark alley with Predator playing cops and robbers or some stupid shit. Now, I might have my fun and crack a joke or two. But when it comes to the NAPW Title, I'm all business baby. At Joker's Wild the only one who will be laughing is Chris Casino and THAT you can bet on.
Casino stands up, straightens out his suit and vanishes into the small crowd.
- cut to a commercial for Baccarat Casino! We might suck, but what else is there to do in Canada eh? -
He stands in the lobby of the Baccarat Casino and breathes in the sights and sounds of his surroundings. Having been born and raised in Sin City he instinctively knows the layout of the resort from a quick glance. It's a much smaller casino that The Bellagio which he currently owns 1/3 of. The gaming floor is roughly 30,000 square feet with a small fleet of slot machines that look to be around only 300 or so. A quick count confirms that there are only 38 table games. Chris Casino, the NAPW Heavyweight Champion, sighs and smiles.
Casino: What a dump.
Casino is dressed in a tailor made navy Ralph Lauren suit and an ankle length leather overcoat. His long blond mane is drawn into a tight ponytail and his blue eyes instantly draw attention to his handsome face.
Brandon: What did you say kid?
Casino turns around and looks at his manager, Terry Brandon, who has just strolled inside the resort. He's smartly dressed in a suit and silk tie. Draped over his left should is Chris Casinos NAPW Championship belt.
Casino: I said this place was a dump. I've seen Holiday Inns bigger than this place. NAPW should have let The Bellagio host the event.
Brandon: We tried remember? They said it would give you an unfair advantage or something.
Casino snickers.
Casino: I could fight D! in his own damn house, correction, his own damn trailer and still have the advantage. Go check us in, I wanna get to my room and relax.
Terry Brandon hustles off in search of the front desk as Chris Casino starts to leisurely walk through the gaming floor.
Casino: I find it more than ironic that NAPW would host the Joker's Wild Event from...A Casino. What more proof does one need that this promotion is ready to head into the big time? Ready to step away from the bingo halls and flea markets. NAPW is, pardon the pun, betting the house on me retaining the title for one simple reason. I can take them to places they could never go with D! as champion. Sure he's great and all, if you're into whiney self absorbed little bitches.
Take a look around D!. We're in my element in more ways than one. I've already checked the odds on our match back in Vegas kid and surprise, your stupid ass is a huge underdog. It seems everyone BUT you knows that you have no chance in Hell of beating me. You never have and you never will. I beat you in our first cage match and I'll beat you in this one as well. Do you really think that Chris Casino would drop the belt to an overrated mid carder like yourself? Inside a casino no less?
Last time we meet in the cage, I left you with a permanent reminder of what I could do. This time I'll finish off your career. I cover the canvas with your blood D!. I'll laugh as the children in attendance weep for their fallen hero. Most of all D!, I'll delight in watching you try to repair your shattered career after I've once again beaten you inside the unforgiving cage. Speaking of unforgiving, how will your little fans react when they watch you crash and burn again at Joker's Wild? I think they'll wise up and leave you cold and alone. Fans are fickle that way.
Casino wanders over to an empty chair and plops down. Unlike the Vegas hotels, The Baccarat seems to be on life support. Numerous tables are empty and maybe 1/3 of the slots are filled. It's enough to give any native from Las Vegas the blues.
Casino: When I came to NAPW, I approached it like a business plan. First I had to cut loose the dead weight. That dead weight being D!. D!, in business terms was doing absolutely nothing for NAPW. He brought nothing to the table. No skill. No promo ability. No idea of what and where he was going. He was drifting aimlessly along dragging the company down with him. When I signed my contract to NAPW I was promised a shot at the NAPW Title. The company knew they needed a "White Knight" to come in and save them from the financial ruin D! had made of the place.
I came, I saw and I damn well conquered. In my win over D! I helped NAPW take it's first step towards respectability. The ratings are higher, the attendance has grown and now here we are on the eve of the biggest show in NAPW history. Before myself the talent in NAPW was pathetic at best. But since my arrival, real athletes have trickled in. Hell, NAPW is even getting calls to do some shows in the States and over in Japan. But. First things first. Before we take that next step, D! has to fall. He cannot win back this title for the simple reason that no one will give a shit about NAPW anymore.
D! had his day in the sun. His 15 minutes of glory. Then he got his ass donkey punched by me inside a cage. A match he was drooling over. In D!'s little mind he thought he was unbeatable. But me? I'm untouchable. So far my plan to turn NAPW into a superpower has worked to perfection. People might deny it, but when you say the word "NAPW", people instantly think of ME. They say, "Yeah Casino is the guy that kicked what's his names ass." I might be hated in the back. I might surround myself with the so called "rat Pack" but make no mistakes, NAPW is a success because of me and me alone.
Terry Brandon makes his way over to Casino and smiles.
Brandon: We're all set champ.
Casino: Go on, I'll be there in a moment.
Terry Brandon walks away and Casino leans foreword. A devilish grin slips onto his face.
Casino: For those of you watching at home, answer me this. During the week of D!'s big return match to NAPW...Where was he? D! was in a dark alley with Predator playing cops and robbers or some stupid shit. Now, I might have my fun and crack a joke or two. But when it comes to the NAPW Title, I'm all business baby. At Joker's Wild the only one who will be laughing is Chris Casino and THAT you can bet on.
Casino stands up, straightens out his suit and vanishes into the small crowd.
- cut to a commercial for Baccarat Casino! We might suck, but what else is there to do in Canada eh? -