Post by "Perfection" Evan Cartwright on Jan 26, 2006 2:54:40 GMT -5
-=Tokyo, late evening. Evan found himself hitching a ride on Casino's jet to Japan and is now enjoying himself at a restaurant adjacent to his hotel. This would be the perfect evening, had Evan not seen the useless drivel that came from Predator's gullet on NAPW.ca. How in the hell was this overgrown space ape the number one contender to Minstrel's Provincial Strap? Ludicrous. It made Evan wonder at the sanity of Commishioner Winchell, a known recluse of a man. No matter, it was time to relax until Saturday when the plane ride back to Edmonton was scheduled. Evan knew he didn't even need a full day to prepare for a chump like Predator, but he would be back before Monday none the less.=-
[Evan and Chris Casino are beaming and just a bit tipsy from the looks of the amount of sake glasses on the table. They are surrounded by two Japanese lotus blossom/groupies each--all extremely attractive and scantily clad.]
Keiko: Ohhh, Casino-san, we take you to appointment for reiki, massage, and nice nice to end, deska?
Chris: Baby, you can take me anywhere at this point.
[Casino knocks fists with Evan before being hoisted up by his two lady friends and saunters away. Evan, as usual, is stuck with the bill. He seems to care little tonight, thanks in part to the company of Koyuki and Midori.]
Koyuki: We do model, Evan-san.
Midori: Is true, model for website-su.
Evan: Ah sou... I take it you do not wear much clothing when doing these website modelling jobs?
[Both girls giggle and cover their mouthes.]
Midori: How can have clothes when you making like boom-boom.
Koyuki: Hai, yes. I love big d*ck!
Evan: Slow down, sweetheart, we're being taped here.
Koyuki: We used to that.
Midori: Is very turn on.
Evan: You girls go on up to the room and wait for me, I want to finish my bento. Get each other started if you'd like to pass the time.
Midori: That's hot-su!
[Both girls stumble away from view as Evan finishes his meal in peace. He nurses his last glass of sake and savours the scent.]
Evan: Good meal, good booze, and a good time awaiting me, and what else happens? Predator opens his fly trap and shows just what a pathetic creature he is. It's sad really, his very existance in NAPW is a joke. This is a man who bases himself on the creature we all met in the jungle with Arnold. What happens? He gets his a$$ kicked by the future governor of California. Whatever, that's not so bad... but then he comes back in Predator 2 and gets killed by DANNY GLOVER of all people. How sad is that... he didn't even have Mel Gibson with him at the time and he still beat the all-mighty Predator. Sad, very sad. Another sad fact is that Predator sees fit to carry around a gold-plated strap that he claims to be the original NAPW Canadian Heavyweight title. While I suspect he picked it up at a Wal-Mart in Montana, who cares if it really is or not. The only NAPW titles that do matter are not in Predator's possession. What he holds is a desperate attempt at attention and notoriety, a cry for help to cure him of his dependency on this attention.
[Evan finishes his meal and quaffs the rest of his sake down. He reaches into his wallet and drops a few thousand yen onto the bill before getting to his feet and stretching.]
Evan: The fact that you are the number one contender to the Provincial title is a disgrace, and I will not tolerate such blasphemy in my barony. I will humble that over-sized fool like he's never been humbled before and take what rightfully should be mine by now... a shot at a real talent in The Minstrel and his gold. Facing a man like that would honor me as a warrior, but facing a pathetic excuse for a space monkey is a task I do not particularly care for... but it must be done to prove my point.
Predator, bring whomever you want to the ring. I do not care if it is your c*ck-hunting friend or one of the other curtain jerkers in the back... it will not help you in the least, jumbo. You want me to bring the Rat Pack? Why would I have D-X at my side when Chris just fired them? Hell, I don't even need Chris or even Terry Brandon at ringside. I need nobody to beat a hapless fool such as yourself or the filth you drag to the ring with out to help your chances. While I will show respect for an equal or superior challenger, I will show nothing but contempt and disgust for a bird of prey such as yourself. I spit on you and your existance, Predator, because I know that you are not good enough to beat me... and I need no help proving to you just how stupid you really are to think that you intimidate me or even have a bloody chance at being victorious. In fact... the only way you can win is if I decide to go over the deep end and get disqualified for stabbing you in the eye!
[Evan grabs a chair and slams it to the floor with authority, to emphasize his point. Everyone in the restaurant notices, but dare not say a thing. Evan straightens his tie and grabs a complimentary cigar from the maitre'd.]
Evan: Domo arigato.
[Evan takes his leave and heads to his hotel as we fade to a commercial for Jago's House of Burlesque.]
[Evan and Chris Casino are beaming and just a bit tipsy from the looks of the amount of sake glasses on the table. They are surrounded by two Japanese lotus blossom/groupies each--all extremely attractive and scantily clad.]
Keiko: Ohhh, Casino-san, we take you to appointment for reiki, massage, and nice nice to end, deska?
Chris: Baby, you can take me anywhere at this point.
[Casino knocks fists with Evan before being hoisted up by his two lady friends and saunters away. Evan, as usual, is stuck with the bill. He seems to care little tonight, thanks in part to the company of Koyuki and Midori.]
Koyuki: We do model, Evan-san.
Midori: Is true, model for website-su.
Evan: Ah sou... I take it you do not wear much clothing when doing these website modelling jobs?
[Both girls giggle and cover their mouthes.]
Midori: How can have clothes when you making like boom-boom.
Koyuki: Hai, yes. I love big d*ck!
Evan: Slow down, sweetheart, we're being taped here.
Koyuki: We used to that.
Midori: Is very turn on.
Evan: You girls go on up to the room and wait for me, I want to finish my bento. Get each other started if you'd like to pass the time.
Midori: That's hot-su!
[Both girls stumble away from view as Evan finishes his meal in peace. He nurses his last glass of sake and savours the scent.]
Evan: Good meal, good booze, and a good time awaiting me, and what else happens? Predator opens his fly trap and shows just what a pathetic creature he is. It's sad really, his very existance in NAPW is a joke. This is a man who bases himself on the creature we all met in the jungle with Arnold. What happens? He gets his a$$ kicked by the future governor of California. Whatever, that's not so bad... but then he comes back in Predator 2 and gets killed by DANNY GLOVER of all people. How sad is that... he didn't even have Mel Gibson with him at the time and he still beat the all-mighty Predator. Sad, very sad. Another sad fact is that Predator sees fit to carry around a gold-plated strap that he claims to be the original NAPW Canadian Heavyweight title. While I suspect he picked it up at a Wal-Mart in Montana, who cares if it really is or not. The only NAPW titles that do matter are not in Predator's possession. What he holds is a desperate attempt at attention and notoriety, a cry for help to cure him of his dependency on this attention.
[Evan finishes his meal and quaffs the rest of his sake down. He reaches into his wallet and drops a few thousand yen onto the bill before getting to his feet and stretching.]
Evan: The fact that you are the number one contender to the Provincial title is a disgrace, and I will not tolerate such blasphemy in my barony. I will humble that over-sized fool like he's never been humbled before and take what rightfully should be mine by now... a shot at a real talent in The Minstrel and his gold. Facing a man like that would honor me as a warrior, but facing a pathetic excuse for a space monkey is a task I do not particularly care for... but it must be done to prove my point.
Predator, bring whomever you want to the ring. I do not care if it is your c*ck-hunting friend or one of the other curtain jerkers in the back... it will not help you in the least, jumbo. You want me to bring the Rat Pack? Why would I have D-X at my side when Chris just fired them? Hell, I don't even need Chris or even Terry Brandon at ringside. I need nobody to beat a hapless fool such as yourself or the filth you drag to the ring with out to help your chances. While I will show respect for an equal or superior challenger, I will show nothing but contempt and disgust for a bird of prey such as yourself. I spit on you and your existance, Predator, because I know that you are not good enough to beat me... and I need no help proving to you just how stupid you really are to think that you intimidate me or even have a bloody chance at being victorious. In fact... the only way you can win is if I decide to go over the deep end and get disqualified for stabbing you in the eye!
[Evan grabs a chair and slams it to the floor with authority, to emphasize his point. Everyone in the restaurant notices, but dare not say a thing. Evan straightens his tie and grabs a complimentary cigar from the maitre'd.]
Evan: Domo arigato.
[Evan takes his leave and heads to his hotel as we fade to a commercial for Jago's House of Burlesque.]