Post by Lobo on Feb 3, 2006 18:28:28 GMT -5
Lobo sits in his locker-room, a young electrician stands on another steel folding chair with a screw-driver (the tool, not the drink) in his hand. He busily works away at the lighting fixture swaying to and fro.
Lobo: Chris Casino. I've sat here in my locker-room more times than you can imagine. Every win...every loss. I've sat here and thought, thought of the future, the past...and the present. And today I think of not only the present, but the near future. The very near future.
In this future I see myself $100,000 richer, the Provincial, Champion, and most importantly...The Television Champion. You see Chris, this isn't about your money, like I've said before. This isn't about the cup. This is about the FAME. My FAME. When I DO win that Tournament, not only will I have that $100,000 and a guaranteed title shot...
The electrician hops down off the chair, rummages through his tool-box, finds a wrench, gets back up on the chair and starts to work away.
But I will have guaranteed FAME. My name will synonymous with the NAPW. I will be MR. NAPW. I will go down as the greatest damn wrestler the world has ever seen...
and I will gain much more than championships, more than your dirty money, something you could not even begin to understand. I will gain entrance to the greatest achievement a wrestler could accomplish...
Their name...
written down...
in...
the...
HALL...
OF...
FAME!!
Fade down..
NAPW Logo is shown for a couple of seconds
Fade back up...
Lobo: By the way, Chris. These medals hanging around my neck? There the real thing. You go try and beat the world's greatest athletes...
...oh that reminds me...
YOU CAN'T!!!
Fade to Black...
Lobo: Chris Casino. I've sat here in my locker-room more times than you can imagine. Every win...every loss. I've sat here and thought, thought of the future, the past...and the present. And today I think of not only the present, but the near future. The very near future.
In this future I see myself $100,000 richer, the Provincial, Champion, and most importantly...The Television Champion. You see Chris, this isn't about your money, like I've said before. This isn't about the cup. This is about the FAME. My FAME. When I DO win that Tournament, not only will I have that $100,000 and a guaranteed title shot...
The electrician hops down off the chair, rummages through his tool-box, finds a wrench, gets back up on the chair and starts to work away.
But I will have guaranteed FAME. My name will synonymous with the NAPW. I will be MR. NAPW. I will go down as the greatest damn wrestler the world has ever seen...
and I will gain much more than championships, more than your dirty money, something you could not even begin to understand. I will gain entrance to the greatest achievement a wrestler could accomplish...
Their name...
written down...
in...
the...
HALL...
OF...
FAME!!
Fade down..
NAPW Logo is shown for a couple of seconds
Fade back up...
Lobo: By the way, Chris. These medals hanging around my neck? There the real thing. You go try and beat the world's greatest athletes...
...oh that reminds me...
YOU CAN'T!!!
Fade to Black...