Post by johnnycraven on Jun 27, 2007 2:35:19 GMT -5
Cameras Fade In:
Scene opens to an open road on the outskirts of Lubbock, Texas. We're talking out in the middle of nowhere in west Texas. It's late at night, and the cameras pan off to the side of the road, where Johnny Craven is seen sitting up against his Harley. The sound of a crowd can be heard in the background cheering. Craven pulls out a battery operated tape recorder and presses the stop button. When he does, the crowd sound is gone. He stares ahead for a while before acknowledging the cameras. He has a half a bottle of Jack Daniels, and he takes big chug before speaking.
Johnny Craven: First of all, I just wanted to say congratulations to Creeping Death. You are the WCF hardcore champion. I know you're enjoying your title, having your big parties and what not. Your living it up as the new WCF hardcore champion. And that's a good thing. But while you live it up, I want you to remember one thing. If you think that our differences are gone after last Sunday, then you're dead wrong. Creeping Death, you know it, and I know it. The unfinished business between you and me has only just begun. Mark my words, CD. I will come for that hardcore title. In due time my friend, in due time. But that's neither here nor there.
Johnny Craven takes another chug of his Jack Daniels, before speaking again.
Johnny Craven: You know CD, there's another thing that's been on my mind. Word all around the WCF is that you're prepping your little show, XIII, with what you consider good matches. It comes as no surprise that you're rewarding yourself a WCF World title shot that everyone here knows you don't deserve. And it seems that you've seen fit to book me in a match against Danny "The Vagrant" Vice. You want Johnny Craven to go one-on-one with The Vagrant? No problem. But as I think about it, I can't help but to think that all you're trying to accomplish with this match, is to eliminate the very threats to your title. I want you to understand this very clearly CD. Nothing you do, will keep my mind off of one day taking your hardcore title. That's a promise.
Johnny Craven chugs the rest of his Jack Daniels down and tosses the bottle to the side. He then stands up and grabs a full bottle of Jack Daniels and takes a chug before sitting back down against his bike and speaking.
Johnny Craven: I got word the other day, that I've got a fatal four way this Sunday at Slam for the number one contender for the WCF Television Championship. This does pose an interesting opportunity. Could there be a possibility of Johnny Craven challenging for the WCF Television title at Aftermath? You bet your ass there is! The funny thing is, I really haven't heard from any of the others involved in this four way saga at Slam this Sunday. I mean, the only things I've heard that were remotely close, were the ramblings of the one who wears a title belt and calls himself the People's bitch. Now Lance Ryan, if you can't figure that one out, then you're in the wrong business. All I've heard from you is a bunch of genuine bullshit about you taking WCF by storm. Now as enlightening as that may sound to you, there's just one little problem with that scenario. Your ass don't stand a chance. It ain't been three days since last Sunday at Explosion and our match at Slam was booked, and already you're claiming victory. Like many others here in the WCF, you've chosen to learn the hard way. Let me put that into perspective for you, so you'll understand it full and clear. When we set foot into that ring this Sunday at Slam, each and everyone of us is going to take turns whooping your ass. And when it's all said and done Lance, and that final bell rings, you can pick yourself up off that ring mat, march your sorry ass back to Canada, and tell them that you ran your damn mouth in the WCF too much and got your ass whooped in a fatal four way at Sunday Slam! Now, come Sunday, and all four of us are in that ring, all hell is going to break loose. It doesn't matter if I have to go through Dave Holland, Jason Anderson, and Lance Ryan, back-to-back-to-back! I guarantee you this. It's going to take a WHOLE hell of a lot to keep me from running right through them sumbitches and taking what's mine...the opportunity to challenge for the WCF Television title.
Johnny Craven then takes another chug of Jack Daniels before putting it away on his bike. Then, he takes out a cigar and lights it and jumps on his bike and revs it up. He then looks back at the cameras one last time.
Johnny Craven: Till Sunday boys.
Johnny Craven then peels out on his Harley and does a wheelie before speeding off into the night, as the scene fades.
Cameras Fade Out.
Scene opens to an open road on the outskirts of Lubbock, Texas. We're talking out in the middle of nowhere in west Texas. It's late at night, and the cameras pan off to the side of the road, where Johnny Craven is seen sitting up against his Harley. The sound of a crowd can be heard in the background cheering. Craven pulls out a battery operated tape recorder and presses the stop button. When he does, the crowd sound is gone. He stares ahead for a while before acknowledging the cameras. He has a half a bottle of Jack Daniels, and he takes big chug before speaking.
Johnny Craven: First of all, I just wanted to say congratulations to Creeping Death. You are the WCF hardcore champion. I know you're enjoying your title, having your big parties and what not. Your living it up as the new WCF hardcore champion. And that's a good thing. But while you live it up, I want you to remember one thing. If you think that our differences are gone after last Sunday, then you're dead wrong. Creeping Death, you know it, and I know it. The unfinished business between you and me has only just begun. Mark my words, CD. I will come for that hardcore title. In due time my friend, in due time. But that's neither here nor there.
Johnny Craven takes another chug of his Jack Daniels, before speaking again.
Johnny Craven: You know CD, there's another thing that's been on my mind. Word all around the WCF is that you're prepping your little show, XIII, with what you consider good matches. It comes as no surprise that you're rewarding yourself a WCF World title shot that everyone here knows you don't deserve. And it seems that you've seen fit to book me in a match against Danny "The Vagrant" Vice. You want Johnny Craven to go one-on-one with The Vagrant? No problem. But as I think about it, I can't help but to think that all you're trying to accomplish with this match, is to eliminate the very threats to your title. I want you to understand this very clearly CD. Nothing you do, will keep my mind off of one day taking your hardcore title. That's a promise.
Johnny Craven chugs the rest of his Jack Daniels down and tosses the bottle to the side. He then stands up and grabs a full bottle of Jack Daniels and takes a chug before sitting back down against his bike and speaking.
Johnny Craven: I got word the other day, that I've got a fatal four way this Sunday at Slam for the number one contender for the WCF Television Championship. This does pose an interesting opportunity. Could there be a possibility of Johnny Craven challenging for the WCF Television title at Aftermath? You bet your ass there is! The funny thing is, I really haven't heard from any of the others involved in this four way saga at Slam this Sunday. I mean, the only things I've heard that were remotely close, were the ramblings of the one who wears a title belt and calls himself the People's bitch. Now Lance Ryan, if you can't figure that one out, then you're in the wrong business. All I've heard from you is a bunch of genuine bullshit about you taking WCF by storm. Now as enlightening as that may sound to you, there's just one little problem with that scenario. Your ass don't stand a chance. It ain't been three days since last Sunday at Explosion and our match at Slam was booked, and already you're claiming victory. Like many others here in the WCF, you've chosen to learn the hard way. Let me put that into perspective for you, so you'll understand it full and clear. When we set foot into that ring this Sunday at Slam, each and everyone of us is going to take turns whooping your ass. And when it's all said and done Lance, and that final bell rings, you can pick yourself up off that ring mat, march your sorry ass back to Canada, and tell them that you ran your damn mouth in the WCF too much and got your ass whooped in a fatal four way at Sunday Slam! Now, come Sunday, and all four of us are in that ring, all hell is going to break loose. It doesn't matter if I have to go through Dave Holland, Jason Anderson, and Lance Ryan, back-to-back-to-back! I guarantee you this. It's going to take a WHOLE hell of a lot to keep me from running right through them sumbitches and taking what's mine...the opportunity to challenge for the WCF Television title.
Johnny Craven then takes another chug of Jack Daniels before putting it away on his bike. Then, he takes out a cigar and lights it and jumps on his bike and revs it up. He then looks back at the cameras one last time.
Johnny Craven: Till Sunday boys.
Johnny Craven then peels out on his Harley and does a wheelie before speeding off into the night, as the scene fades.
Cameras Fade Out.
