The cameras open up outside the Golden Ring Casino that is owned and run by the members of London Underground. Cassian thought that was fitting that his debut promo would take place outside the front doors under the blinding lights of Las Vegas. He was wearing a pair of bright white shoes, socks pulled up to mid-way up his calves, a pair of black golf shorts, that had a bright a vibrant tropical swirl style holiday shirt. In the pocket of the collared shirt Cassian had a small pocket square folded and tucked in, not a single thread of his outside was out of place. His shirt was unbutton by four buttons, exposing his bare hairy chest to the camera, a large gold chain was draped around his neck. While his hair was loosely gelled, his brown locks were a mixture of well placed and messy but in no way did he look scruffy. He looked like a million bucks, as he looked down to his left wrist to look at his large gold face Rolex watch. Noticing the time, he moved a few steps closer to the camera, letting it take him all in before he started to speak towards camera.
Cassian: I just want to start with I’m happy to be here in Sin City Wrestling, I happy to be representing London Underground in the resurgence… and I’m more than fucking happy to be the single fucking reason why anyone who is anyone will be checking into Climax Control this week… because lets face it… I’m the boost of vitamin C that SCW needed and when you look at the card for Climate Control two hundred and eighty-six, it’s pretty fucking plain and simple to me that I am the main fucking man on the card for the night…
Cassian had a little chuckle to himself as he looked towards the camera, his mouth was moving as he smacked on the white piece of chewing gum inside his mouth as he raised both of his arms up to the side.
Cassian: I mean take a fucking look at me... take it all fucking in… I was born to do this… I was born to be the star of the fucking show, I was born to be a legend. It’s second fucking nature and the Sin City Wrestling fans aren’t ready to witness what the fuck I’m going to do to their little fan favourites. Management isn’t ready for the trail of corpses that I leave behind either and that’s alright with me, because I wasn’t born to be in any bodies fucking shadow… I was born to be in the spotlight and this Sunday night… all eyes will be on me... all the lights will be on me and once I bounce McMaster’s head off the canvas and make the little bitch say nighty night… you’ll all be forced to admit what I’ve known my whole fucking life.
Cassian moved his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose, so the cameras could focus in on his crystal-clear blue eyes the smug arrogant smirk refused to leave his face as the cameras focused right in on him.
Cassian: I’m the fucking best… I’ve never been average.
Cassian winked at the camera as he brought his hands together, rolling them at the wrist as if he were looking for a fight.
Cassian: Now before all the wankers, start bashing the gums because I’m in the opener this week… kindly, neck up, would you? Save your fucking breathe, It’s easy to see that SCW wanted you to see the best of the best at the beginning of the show so the rest of the night could be filled with more mundane people to try and give them the push they deserve, but let’s face it the whole world is going to be set a blaze after this weeks opener, the rest of the night is going to seem like a blur... they might as well shut off the lights and call it a fucking night after I flatten Tommy McFirestarter… with these hands, hand selected, hand crafted and chiselled from the big guy himself… ME.
Cassian couldn’t help himself he had to laugh in his all to overconfident annoying “HA-HA!” style that usually had Mackenzie and Charlotte wanting to throw drinks at him but lucky for Cassian the rest of the crew were inside.
Cassian: Now let’s get to talking about my opponent Tommy McMaster… a cloak wearing bad boy who likes the play with fire, mate I ain’t buying that shit. You’re not mysterious, you’re not scary… I’ve seen scarier things at a fucking Adele concert mate… you know, comparison since she likes to set fire to things to, you know the fucking rain? It’s fucking impossible but, unlike you Tommy when she says it it’s catchy as fuck… when you start flapping your gums about how you’re going to free the world but setting it on fire… that’s a sure fire way to get yourself a free vacation in an all-white furnished hotel, with mattress walls. That doesn’t make you edgy that doesn’t make you special… or a standout… it makes you a knock off mate, so turn it in yeah? Cut the bullshit and just admit it, you’re a little freaky bitch who likes to light things on fire, because it get’s your dick hard… I mean we’ve all got a thing, but if you think for one moment, I’m going to let you try and cross that line with me, you’ve got another thing coming.
He fired his left first at he camera with a quick jab, as if to say he will knock Tommy out but the unamused look on his face said it all. He wasn’t buying the bullshit that Tommy was selling.
Cassian: I don’t mind a little let’s clean up the world action, but all this shit you’ve been talking since your debut in Sin City Wrestling is a bit nuts innit? Talking about how you want people to search inside themselves to find the unabashed feelings of ill will and all that garbage… we get it son you’re broken, you’re dead inside because your girl left you… but maybe just maybe you should have been trying to flick her switch a little better with those fingers of yours instead of flicking a cigarette lighter and throwing it at buildings.
That annoying “HA-HA” was out in force as Cassian eyed up the camera, a cheeky smile on his face.
Cassian: Take it or leave it bud, but if you think for a single second that you nonsense chitty-chat about burning down the world, giving a chance got people to be reborn and cleansed is going to rub off on me? You’ve got another thing coming and it won’t be pleasant. You see I don’t have to change a damn thing about myself, I’ve got it all... I’ve fucking handsome, I’m talented and I’m the best damn thing to walk through the doors of Sin City Wrestling in a long time. I call it how I see it, you’re a lost little man, playing with matches trying to feel something… but while you’re feasting on your downward spiral, I’ll be collecting cheques, banking money and escalating my way through the ranks of Sin City Wrestling… Soon enough, I’ll be the main event... and there is nothing a little debut match against you Tommy is going to do about that. So, take your Ronald McFuckingDonald loving arse and stays the fuck out of my way, Toms… because it is what it is man… you’re a pawn you’ll always be a pawn. The piece that people move around to suit themselves.,. this Sunday won’t be any different... when I knock your teeth down your throat, you’ll be shitting out your gap tooth smile for weeks.
Cassian smiled at the camera once more before he brought his hands together bunching them up before he decided to wrap this one up.
Cassian: Sunday night is going to be a wake-up call for the entire male roster in Sin City Wrestling. I didn’t sign a contract to muck about, I signed a contract to do everything in my power to rise to the top like my London Underground family and believe me when I say this… I’ll make the rise to fame in Sin City Wrestling look easy. I won’t even break a sweat. Each and every time I step inside the ring with someone like Tommy, is a just another step closer towards the fucking gold and lucky for all of you… I look fucking amazing, dripped head to toe in gold… and unlucky for you, because once I have it in my gasps… I’ll never let it go.
Cassian smiled at the camera with a cool confidence that seemed unfounded for a rookie but for some strange reason he wore it well. The scene around him started to fade, but Cassian just turned on the balls of his feet and made his way into the Gold Ring Casino to join his friends.
