Post by johnnycraven on Jul 10, 2007 14:59:08 GMT -5
Cameras Fade In.
Scene opens to an old run down cabin, in the woods. A single lantern is the only source of light in the cabin. The cabin looks very familiar, almost like an exact replica of the cabin used in the Jason Voorhies movies. The furniture is old and looks to be rotting with each day. Johnny Craven is seen sitting in the only piece of furniture still capable of holding up any weight, a recliner, staring forward. He then looks into the camera and smiles a sickly smile. He then begins to speak.
Johnny Craven: Do you recognize this place, Vice? You should. I mean, hell, everyone knows this place. It looks like the cabin that Jason Voorhies used to massacre his victims in. Now, of course whenever you saw it last, it probably looked more like this.
At this time, Johnny Craven picks up a bucket of wild animal blood and throws it all over the walls and furniture. He then picks up another bucket of blood and does the same thing. Before it’s all done with, Craven empties four buckets of blood all over the cabin. He even has some of the blood on himself. He picks some of it off his shirt and tastes of it and then smiles that same sick smile.
Johnny Craven: How sweet the taste of blood. You see, everyone of Jason’s victims died of the same thing. They all died of doubt. They heard the stories. They heard the warnings, but they just ignored them. They doubted the danger of this place. They doubted the evil that lurked here. Just like all of them, Vice, you’ve already started ignoring the warnings. You’ve already started doubting...ME! For the past two months, I have tried everything I could to warn you not to PISS ME OFF! I even took your hardcore title, hoping it would open your eyes and make you see that I do mean every damn thing I say. Two weeks ago, you took it upon yourself to attack me from behind, on Sunday Slam. You even added insult to injury by nailing me with my own chair..my own creation. Do you have any idea what it’s like to be strapped to a hospital bed, while people you’ve never even met, inject you with fluids you’ve never even heard of? I have know idea what half the shit they injected me with was for. The only thing I knew, was that, come Sunday that next week, it was going to take every damn doctor and nurse they had to keep me from walking out of that hospital, into Slam, and down to that ring to whoop the hell out of your no good, son-of-a-bitch ass!
Johnny Craven stops speaking for a moment, and begins walking to a back room and after a few seconds, reemerges with his chair in hand.
Johnny Craven: You see this Vice? This is what you used to attack me with. This is what you used to try to keep me from going to XIII. And you honestly thought that I was just going to sit at that hospital and not do a damn thing? Just let you walk into XIII without an opponent and declare yourself winner by forfeit? That’s just pathetic. You ought to know by now, Vice, that NOTHING keeps me down! As mentioned before, you come out here and attack me from behind like a coward two weeks ago, and then you want to bitch and whine about why I beat your ass last week. Simply put...payback’s a bitch ain’t it! And then you stand up there in the ring at a WCF house show, with all your little buddies and make your little jokes about my entrance and think that you’re some sort of a comedian. That’s just fine and dandy. But while your having your little fun, you better understand one thing...that being, that come XIII, this pissed off sumbitch is gonna knock that damn smile off your face, and whoop you sorry little ass all over Tokyo, Japan!
Johnny Craven then sits back down in his recliner, and just glares into the camera. He then looks around the whole cabin and then begins to speak.
Johnny Craven: Vice, I want you to take a good look at this place, and what it looks like right now. All the blood stained walls. Because that’s exactly what Tokyo’s going look like after our street fight, at XIII. Vice, you think I'm scared and say I don't know what I'm getting myself into. I've told you from day one...DAY ONE DAMN IT...the worse pain is the mental...the emotional...and there hasn't been anything that I've ever seen to ever break me...no physical pain known to man kind that will tear Johnny Craven down...no mental abuse that will cause Johnny Craven to collapse..and there’s no way in hell, that I’m backing down, or out of this match! You need to understand one thing Vice. It’s not a question of me not knowing what I’m getting myself into..oh hell no. The question you need to ask yourself is...do you know what you've gotten YOURSELF into? Think about that. I’ve got a plane to catch.
As Johnny Craven is getting ready to leave, a whisper is heard. It whispers: “kill, kill, kill, kill, kill...die, die, die, die, die”, over and over again. Johnny Craven looks around real quickly, when the lights begin to flicker.
Johnny Craven: You have got to be shittin’ me. I guess that means it’s time for me to get the hell out of dodge. See you Friday, Vice.
Johnny Craven grabs his steel chair creation, and leaves the cabin, as the camera is still there, pointing to the blood stained walls. There on the wall, is a message written in the blood. It reads:
" The Riders of the night still stay in the shadows of the darkness, until there is a call...a call TO VIOLENCE...a call to VENGEANCE! Thy Riders of Doom shall have their malevolence when the streets of Tokyo are stained with the blood of The Vagrant. "
Cameras Fade Out.
Scene opens to an old run down cabin, in the woods. A single lantern is the only source of light in the cabin. The cabin looks very familiar, almost like an exact replica of the cabin used in the Jason Voorhies movies. The furniture is old and looks to be rotting with each day. Johnny Craven is seen sitting in the only piece of furniture still capable of holding up any weight, a recliner, staring forward. He then looks into the camera and smiles a sickly smile. He then begins to speak.
Johnny Craven: Do you recognize this place, Vice? You should. I mean, hell, everyone knows this place. It looks like the cabin that Jason Voorhies used to massacre his victims in. Now, of course whenever you saw it last, it probably looked more like this.
At this time, Johnny Craven picks up a bucket of wild animal blood and throws it all over the walls and furniture. He then picks up another bucket of blood and does the same thing. Before it’s all done with, Craven empties four buckets of blood all over the cabin. He even has some of the blood on himself. He picks some of it off his shirt and tastes of it and then smiles that same sick smile.
Johnny Craven: How sweet the taste of blood. You see, everyone of Jason’s victims died of the same thing. They all died of doubt. They heard the stories. They heard the warnings, but they just ignored them. They doubted the danger of this place. They doubted the evil that lurked here. Just like all of them, Vice, you’ve already started ignoring the warnings. You’ve already started doubting...ME! For the past two months, I have tried everything I could to warn you not to PISS ME OFF! I even took your hardcore title, hoping it would open your eyes and make you see that I do mean every damn thing I say. Two weeks ago, you took it upon yourself to attack me from behind, on Sunday Slam. You even added insult to injury by nailing me with my own chair..my own creation. Do you have any idea what it’s like to be strapped to a hospital bed, while people you’ve never even met, inject you with fluids you’ve never even heard of? I have know idea what half the shit they injected me with was for. The only thing I knew, was that, come Sunday that next week, it was going to take every damn doctor and nurse they had to keep me from walking out of that hospital, into Slam, and down to that ring to whoop the hell out of your no good, son-of-a-bitch ass!
Johnny Craven stops speaking for a moment, and begins walking to a back room and after a few seconds, reemerges with his chair in hand.
Johnny Craven: You see this Vice? This is what you used to attack me with. This is what you used to try to keep me from going to XIII. And you honestly thought that I was just going to sit at that hospital and not do a damn thing? Just let you walk into XIII without an opponent and declare yourself winner by forfeit? That’s just pathetic. You ought to know by now, Vice, that NOTHING keeps me down! As mentioned before, you come out here and attack me from behind like a coward two weeks ago, and then you want to bitch and whine about why I beat your ass last week. Simply put...payback’s a bitch ain’t it! And then you stand up there in the ring at a WCF house show, with all your little buddies and make your little jokes about my entrance and think that you’re some sort of a comedian. That’s just fine and dandy. But while your having your little fun, you better understand one thing...that being, that come XIII, this pissed off sumbitch is gonna knock that damn smile off your face, and whoop you sorry little ass all over Tokyo, Japan!
Johnny Craven then sits back down in his recliner, and just glares into the camera. He then looks around the whole cabin and then begins to speak.
Johnny Craven: Vice, I want you to take a good look at this place, and what it looks like right now. All the blood stained walls. Because that’s exactly what Tokyo’s going look like after our street fight, at XIII. Vice, you think I'm scared and say I don't know what I'm getting myself into. I've told you from day one...DAY ONE DAMN IT...the worse pain is the mental...the emotional...and there hasn't been anything that I've ever seen to ever break me...no physical pain known to man kind that will tear Johnny Craven down...no mental abuse that will cause Johnny Craven to collapse..and there’s no way in hell, that I’m backing down, or out of this match! You need to understand one thing Vice. It’s not a question of me not knowing what I’m getting myself into..oh hell no. The question you need to ask yourself is...do you know what you've gotten YOURSELF into? Think about that. I’ve got a plane to catch.
As Johnny Craven is getting ready to leave, a whisper is heard. It whispers: “kill, kill, kill, kill, kill...die, die, die, die, die”, over and over again. Johnny Craven looks around real quickly, when the lights begin to flicker.
Johnny Craven: You have got to be shittin’ me. I guess that means it’s time for me to get the hell out of dodge. See you Friday, Vice.
Johnny Craven grabs his steel chair creation, and leaves the cabin, as the camera is still there, pointing to the blood stained walls. There on the wall, is a message written in the blood. It reads:
" The Riders of the night still stay in the shadows of the darkness, until there is a call...a call TO VIOLENCE...a call to VENGEANCE! Thy Riders of Doom shall have their malevolence when the streets of Tokyo are stained with the blood of The Vagrant. "
Cameras Fade Out.
