Post by johnnycraven on Jun 11, 2007 17:20:05 GMT -5
Cameras Fade In:
A video recap of Slam last Sunday night begins to air, and the replay of the WCF World Championship match between Johnny Craven and the champion, Skyler Striker, is shown. Craven is shown using all of his strength to keep from tapping out to the Lockdown, until he can't go any further and taps. Craven's tapping is replayed over and over again. Then the screen goes black. When it comes back on, Chuck Watson and "Sweet" Willy Carter are seen walking into an old gym. They continue into the gym where they find Johnny Craven in a back room, taping up his arms. They begin to speak to Craven.
Chuck Watson: Hey man....that was a tough loss last Sunday night. I know it sucked for you man.
Johnny Craven stops what he's doing and just glares at Chuck. Chuck has a nervous look on his face and just lowers his head in shame.
"Sweet" Willy Carter: Hey Chuck...shut the hell up man...asshole...he knows what happened last Sunday...the last thing he needs is for your white ass to keep bringing it up.
Chuck Watson: Alright man...so what now Johnny?
Johnny Craven: What can I say....Striker was on last Sunday....I admit, I overestimated the champ....but never again. There will be a time and place when Johnny Craven and Skyler Striker square off once again....only this time, the results will be different. As for now....I've looked at my career so far, here in WCF, and....I seem to have fallen as of late.
"Sweet" Willy Carter: What the hell you talkin about man? You the hardcore champ....remember? I mean that's more than what someone like Chuck could ever have hoped for. I mean look at the poor bastard...
Chuck Watson: Ok...look here you sorry piece of shit...I could kick your ass all over that ring if I wanted to....and you damn well know it...
"Sweet" Willy Carter: Well then prove it...dumbass...how about we go and talk to Seth Lerch and ask him for a match for Slam in three weeks? How bout that mutha fucka?
Chuck Watson: *sigh* I meant in the ring here in this gym....( to himself) and he wants to call me a dumbass.
About this time, Johnny Craven has had enough and he just stands up and grabs both Watson and Carter by their throats and just glares at them.
Johnny Craven: Look...why don't you both quit acting like a bunch of damn pussies and shut the fuck up before I kick both your asses out there in that ring....now I have to get to work.
Johnny Craven grabs his hardcore title and looks at it with a smile and then walks out to the far side of the ring and begins boxing on some punching bags. Each time he hits the bags, a dent is visibly seen. At this time, Chuck Watson and "Sweet" Willy Carter walk out and watch Craven as he continues to wail away at the punching bags.
"Sweet" Willy Carter: That a boy Craven....whoop the hell out of that damn bag....pretend it's Danny Vice or Creeping Death. Me and Chuck are just going to sit here and supervise for a while.
Chuck Watson: Speak for yourself mutha fucka....I'm gettin ready to head on down to Mickey D's and pick up some grub. I'll let you stay here and get your ass kicked by Craven...
As Craven continues to wail on the puching bags, Watson and Carter walk into a storage room and bring out a ladder and set it up in the ring. Then they walk back into the storage room and bring out an even longer ladder and set it up in the ring right next to the other ladder. At this time, Johnny Craven stops boxing and turns around to see the ladders and just stares at them. Then he looks over at his hardcore title and stares at it with a sick smile.
Johnny Craven: You know....as I've thought about my career so far, I have come to the realization that in this business...if you want to succeed and survive...you have to have reliable resources...and plenty of them.
Chuck Watson: What are you talking about Craven? You got us...
Johnny Craven just glares at both Watson and Carter with a "yeah right or oh hell" look.
Johnny Craven: Look where I've gotten....yeah I'm the hardcore champ, and that kicks ass, but I've lost the last two weeks...and you guys ain't done shit to help me. I won the hardcore title on my own...I didn't have your help, nor did I need it. I need resources that are reliable....I feel like I have to do something....something that I know damn well I will someday regret...but it has to be done.
"Sweet" Willy Carter: What you talkin bout Willis? Man...I know you ain't thinkin bout doing what I think you are...cause if it is, then you can just forget it....man you got that crazed look in your eyes....look...what you're wantin to do...it's all in the past...it needs to stay in the past.
Chuck Watson: Wait...did I miss something here? What is this past you're talking about Carter?
"Sweet" Willy Carter: Well, you know he was tortured all his life right? And you know he got jumped and left for dead by a bunch of thugs right?
Chuck Watson: Yeah...what's your point?
"Sweet" Willy Carter: Well...long story short...most people think that he has been alone ever since...but the truth is...he ain't never been a lone biker....you see...he's never ridden alone.....
Chuck Watson has a puzzled look on his face, but just shrugs it off. He sees Carter smiling sickly, and therefore, he starts smiling sickly in unison.
Johnny Craven: They're...Coming...
With that, Craven has that same crazed look on his face and he begins to smile a sick smile as the scene fades out.
Cameras Fade Out.
A video recap of Slam last Sunday night begins to air, and the replay of the WCF World Championship match between Johnny Craven and the champion, Skyler Striker, is shown. Craven is shown using all of his strength to keep from tapping out to the Lockdown, until he can't go any further and taps. Craven's tapping is replayed over and over again. Then the screen goes black. When it comes back on, Chuck Watson and "Sweet" Willy Carter are seen walking into an old gym. They continue into the gym where they find Johnny Craven in a back room, taping up his arms. They begin to speak to Craven.
Chuck Watson: Hey man....that was a tough loss last Sunday night. I know it sucked for you man.
Johnny Craven stops what he's doing and just glares at Chuck. Chuck has a nervous look on his face and just lowers his head in shame.
"Sweet" Willy Carter: Hey Chuck...shut the hell up man...asshole...he knows what happened last Sunday...the last thing he needs is for your white ass to keep bringing it up.
Chuck Watson: Alright man...so what now Johnny?
Johnny Craven: What can I say....Striker was on last Sunday....I admit, I overestimated the champ....but never again. There will be a time and place when Johnny Craven and Skyler Striker square off once again....only this time, the results will be different. As for now....I've looked at my career so far, here in WCF, and....I seem to have fallen as of late.
"Sweet" Willy Carter: What the hell you talkin about man? You the hardcore champ....remember? I mean that's more than what someone like Chuck could ever have hoped for. I mean look at the poor bastard...
Chuck Watson: Ok...look here you sorry piece of shit...I could kick your ass all over that ring if I wanted to....and you damn well know it...
"Sweet" Willy Carter: Well then prove it...dumbass...how about we go and talk to Seth Lerch and ask him for a match for Slam in three weeks? How bout that mutha fucka?
Chuck Watson: *sigh* I meant in the ring here in this gym....( to himself) and he wants to call me a dumbass.
About this time, Johnny Craven has had enough and he just stands up and grabs both Watson and Carter by their throats and just glares at them.
Johnny Craven: Look...why don't you both quit acting like a bunch of damn pussies and shut the fuck up before I kick both your asses out there in that ring....now I have to get to work.
Johnny Craven grabs his hardcore title and looks at it with a smile and then walks out to the far side of the ring and begins boxing on some punching bags. Each time he hits the bags, a dent is visibly seen. At this time, Chuck Watson and "Sweet" Willy Carter walk out and watch Craven as he continues to wail away at the punching bags.
"Sweet" Willy Carter: That a boy Craven....whoop the hell out of that damn bag....pretend it's Danny Vice or Creeping Death. Me and Chuck are just going to sit here and supervise for a while.
Chuck Watson: Speak for yourself mutha fucka....I'm gettin ready to head on down to Mickey D's and pick up some grub. I'll let you stay here and get your ass kicked by Craven...
As Craven continues to wail on the puching bags, Watson and Carter walk into a storage room and bring out a ladder and set it up in the ring. Then they walk back into the storage room and bring out an even longer ladder and set it up in the ring right next to the other ladder. At this time, Johnny Craven stops boxing and turns around to see the ladders and just stares at them. Then he looks over at his hardcore title and stares at it with a sick smile.
Johnny Craven: You know....as I've thought about my career so far, I have come to the realization that in this business...if you want to succeed and survive...you have to have reliable resources...and plenty of them.
Chuck Watson: What are you talking about Craven? You got us...
Johnny Craven just glares at both Watson and Carter with a "yeah right or oh hell" look.
Johnny Craven: Look where I've gotten....yeah I'm the hardcore champ, and that kicks ass, but I've lost the last two weeks...and you guys ain't done shit to help me. I won the hardcore title on my own...I didn't have your help, nor did I need it. I need resources that are reliable....I feel like I have to do something....something that I know damn well I will someday regret...but it has to be done.
"Sweet" Willy Carter: What you talkin bout Willis? Man...I know you ain't thinkin bout doing what I think you are...cause if it is, then you can just forget it....man you got that crazed look in your eyes....look...what you're wantin to do...it's all in the past...it needs to stay in the past.
Chuck Watson: Wait...did I miss something here? What is this past you're talking about Carter?
"Sweet" Willy Carter: Well, you know he was tortured all his life right? And you know he got jumped and left for dead by a bunch of thugs right?
Chuck Watson: Yeah...what's your point?
"Sweet" Willy Carter: Well...long story short...most people think that he has been alone ever since...but the truth is...he ain't never been a lone biker....you see...he's never ridden alone.....
Chuck Watson has a puzzled look on his face, but just shrugs it off. He sees Carter smiling sickly, and therefore, he starts smiling sickly in unison.
Johnny Craven: They're...Coming...
With that, Craven has that same crazed look on his face and he begins to smile a sick smile as the scene fades out.
Cameras Fade Out.
