Post by Chris Casino on Jan 19, 2006 23:03:52 GMT -5
- The Baccarat Casino, Canada -
Lounging in his room we find our NAPW Heavyweight Champion Chris Casino aimlessly flipping through television channels. He's dressed casual tonight, wearing a black Chris Casino "Greed Is Good" shirt and faded Polo blue jeans. As always the NAPW Title belt is close by, in this case it rests on the coffee table in front of the Champ. Casino finds the Spice Channel and looks ready to make a night of it when a knock on his room door interrupts him.
Casino: (grumbling) Damn it.
Casino turns off the TV and tosses the remote onto the coffee table.
Casino: (yelling) Come In!
Terry Brandon opens the door and struts inside. He looks like a million bucks in his tailor made three piece suit and wing tip shoes. He takes one look at Casino laying prone on the sofa and knows something is up.
Brandon: What the Hell are you doing?
Casino: I'd have to go with "what is nothing" for $100 Alex.
Brandon: Champ, you can't be taking it easy! We're days away from the Joker's Wild event! Have you even trained this week?
Casino: Sure. Wait. This week?
Brandon lets out a groan.
Brandon: Look I was talkin' to Kyle Roberts earlier and...
Casino: Did he ask you to go see "Brokeback Mountain" with him? Don't do it man, it's a trick.
Brandon: What? No, he said that you were slacking off. Hell, even Evan said that you had him in your room last night watching some stupid home movie you made of D!.
Casino sits up on the couch.
Casino: First off, he said he liked it. Second, the movie was a joke. Instead of showing D!'s greatest hits it showed him getting his ass kicked by various people. Me included.
Brandon plops down next to his client.
Brandon: Well I hope you left room on that tape to add you losing the NAPW Title to D!.
Casino's brilliant blue eyes go cold.
Casino: D!...Is not going to beat me at Joker's Wild. He's never beaten me and his sorry monkey ass never will. I made a promise to Evan last night that I could cripple D! and rid NAPW of his very presence last night and I always make good on a promise.
Brandon: Did you at least watch the videotape I sent you of D!?
Casino: (snickers) That shit? Yeah I watched it. It's pointless just like everything else he says or does. I watched 10 minutes of him and his brother B! driving around dirt roads for God's sake. I bet you $100 that D! has a third brother named V! get it? BVD?
Brandon: You're in D!'s head champ! But you can't slack off and take him lightly. If he should regain the title.
Casino is up on his feet in a flash. He hovers over Terry Brandon and practically screams in his face.
Casino: If he beats me? Look at him. He drives around dark country roads practically in tears worrying about what his white trash family thinks of him. He hangs out with losers like Khaos and Static to boost his fragile ego. I destroyed D! mentally in our first match and I swear to you I'll destroy his body and soul this Sunday. D! is nothing. Do you hear me Brandon?
Brandon: Yes.
Casino backs away from Brandon and composes himself.
Casino: Did you make the call?
Brandon: What? You were serious about that? I think that's maybe taking things a bit to far Champ.
Casino gives Brandon a stony look.
Casino: I don't give a damn what you think is over the line. He has to suffer. He has to pay to play baby! He wanted this rematch? I gave it to him. He wanted to face me once more inside the cage? Done. But he's going to learn that this isn't just about the NAPW Title. It's about dominance. D!, is my bitch. By the time this all ends he'll never want to face me again, Hell he won't even want to hear my name again. So Terry, do what I pay your ass to do and go make that call.
Brandon pulls a small notebook out of his breast pocket and glances at it.
Brandon: (reading aloud) You want me to order a dozen black roses and have them delivered to this girls family....
Casino: Maja. Her name is Maja.
Brandon: (clears his throat) and send those flowers to Maja's family with a note saying, "Better her than me"
Casino: Yes I do.
Brandon closes his notebook, and stands up. He starts to say something, but thinks better of it. He straightens his suit and leaves the room without another word. Smirking Casino takes a seat back on his couch.
Casino: D!, you worthless piece of garbage. Belive me when I say I take great delight in your misery. After I turn you into a cripple maybe you'll do us all a favor and follow Maja's lead. You are going to be my example. My finest hour. After your defeat at Joker's Wild no one in this company will dear cross me or the Rat Pack. So you go on and goof of with your little loser pals Khaos and Static. Me? Well, Brandon made a semi decent point. Maybe I do need to train a little. Lord knows, I don't want all of the NAPW photographers along ringside to think I've gotten lazy. And since I know you better than anyone else in this company D!, I'll train accordingly.
- Early The Next Morning -
We open up on a montage of shots, all featuring Chris Casino in various forms or "training" Over the series of shots the song "Eye Of The Tiger" By Survivor blasts.
* Casino doing half a dozen jumping jacks before plopping back down on the couch.
* Casino thumb wrestling with Evan Cartwright as DX cheer him on.
* Casino throwing darts at a picture of D! pasted on his wall.
* Casino watching "Beverly Hills 9012-Ho!" On the nudie channel.
* Casino sneaking a pair of sexy wrestling groupies back to his room
The montage ends and we see the image of D!'s smiling face appear on screen. Under his picture are the following words - RIP - D! - January 23rd - Joker's Wild.
- Cut to a commercial for Aaron's House Of Hamsters! Buy two and get the cardboard tube for free! -
Lounging in his room we find our NAPW Heavyweight Champion Chris Casino aimlessly flipping through television channels. He's dressed casual tonight, wearing a black Chris Casino "Greed Is Good" shirt and faded Polo blue jeans. As always the NAPW Title belt is close by, in this case it rests on the coffee table in front of the Champ. Casino finds the Spice Channel and looks ready to make a night of it when a knock on his room door interrupts him.
Casino: (grumbling) Damn it.
Casino turns off the TV and tosses the remote onto the coffee table.
Casino: (yelling) Come In!
Terry Brandon opens the door and struts inside. He looks like a million bucks in his tailor made three piece suit and wing tip shoes. He takes one look at Casino laying prone on the sofa and knows something is up.
Brandon: What the Hell are you doing?
Casino: I'd have to go with "what is nothing" for $100 Alex.
Brandon: Champ, you can't be taking it easy! We're days away from the Joker's Wild event! Have you even trained this week?
Casino: Sure. Wait. This week?
Brandon lets out a groan.
Brandon: Look I was talkin' to Kyle Roberts earlier and...
Casino: Did he ask you to go see "Brokeback Mountain" with him? Don't do it man, it's a trick.
Brandon: What? No, he said that you were slacking off. Hell, even Evan said that you had him in your room last night watching some stupid home movie you made of D!.
Casino sits up on the couch.
Casino: First off, he said he liked it. Second, the movie was a joke. Instead of showing D!'s greatest hits it showed him getting his ass kicked by various people. Me included.
Brandon plops down next to his client.
Brandon: Well I hope you left room on that tape to add you losing the NAPW Title to D!.
Casino's brilliant blue eyes go cold.
Casino: D!...Is not going to beat me at Joker's Wild. He's never beaten me and his sorry monkey ass never will. I made a promise to Evan last night that I could cripple D! and rid NAPW of his very presence last night and I always make good on a promise.
Brandon: Did you at least watch the videotape I sent you of D!?
Casino: (snickers) That shit? Yeah I watched it. It's pointless just like everything else he says or does. I watched 10 minutes of him and his brother B! driving around dirt roads for God's sake. I bet you $100 that D! has a third brother named V! get it? BVD?
Brandon: You're in D!'s head champ! But you can't slack off and take him lightly. If he should regain the title.
Casino is up on his feet in a flash. He hovers over Terry Brandon and practically screams in his face.
Casino: If he beats me? Look at him. He drives around dark country roads practically in tears worrying about what his white trash family thinks of him. He hangs out with losers like Khaos and Static to boost his fragile ego. I destroyed D! mentally in our first match and I swear to you I'll destroy his body and soul this Sunday. D! is nothing. Do you hear me Brandon?
Brandon: Yes.
Casino backs away from Brandon and composes himself.
Casino: Did you make the call?
Brandon: What? You were serious about that? I think that's maybe taking things a bit to far Champ.
Casino gives Brandon a stony look.
Casino: I don't give a damn what you think is over the line. He has to suffer. He has to pay to play baby! He wanted this rematch? I gave it to him. He wanted to face me once more inside the cage? Done. But he's going to learn that this isn't just about the NAPW Title. It's about dominance. D!, is my bitch. By the time this all ends he'll never want to face me again, Hell he won't even want to hear my name again. So Terry, do what I pay your ass to do and go make that call.
Brandon pulls a small notebook out of his breast pocket and glances at it.
Brandon: (reading aloud) You want me to order a dozen black roses and have them delivered to this girls family....
Casino: Maja. Her name is Maja.
Brandon: (clears his throat) and send those flowers to Maja's family with a note saying, "Better her than me"
Casino: Yes I do.
Brandon closes his notebook, and stands up. He starts to say something, but thinks better of it. He straightens his suit and leaves the room without another word. Smirking Casino takes a seat back on his couch.
Casino: D!, you worthless piece of garbage. Belive me when I say I take great delight in your misery. After I turn you into a cripple maybe you'll do us all a favor and follow Maja's lead. You are going to be my example. My finest hour. After your defeat at Joker's Wild no one in this company will dear cross me or the Rat Pack. So you go on and goof of with your little loser pals Khaos and Static. Me? Well, Brandon made a semi decent point. Maybe I do need to train a little. Lord knows, I don't want all of the NAPW photographers along ringside to think I've gotten lazy. And since I know you better than anyone else in this company D!, I'll train accordingly.
- Early The Next Morning -
We open up on a montage of shots, all featuring Chris Casino in various forms or "training" Over the series of shots the song "Eye Of The Tiger" By Survivor blasts.
* Casino doing half a dozen jumping jacks before plopping back down on the couch.
* Casino thumb wrestling with Evan Cartwright as DX cheer him on.
* Casino throwing darts at a picture of D! pasted on his wall.
* Casino watching "Beverly Hills 9012-Ho!" On the nudie channel.
* Casino sneaking a pair of sexy wrestling groupies back to his room
The montage ends and we see the image of D!'s smiling face appear on screen. Under his picture are the following words - RIP - D! - January 23rd - Joker's Wild.
- Cut to a commercial for Aaron's House Of Hamsters! Buy two and get the cardboard tube for free! -