Post by johnnycraven on Jun 22, 2007 15:59:18 GMT -5
Cameras Fade In:
Scene opens to the same gym Johnny Craven was at before. Craven has repaired the punching bag and is once again wailing away on it. Only this time, he's boxing a lot faster and harder. Eventually, Hank Brown comes walking in and watches Craven for a while before speaking to him.
Hank Brown: Seems like you've finally found your edge. Feeling better today?
Johnny Craven looks over at him and then continues to wail away on the boxing bags.
Hank Brown: I guess so. I mean, from the way you're working that boxing bag over, it looks like you want to break someone in half. That's good. You're going to need to have that mind set going into your ladder match this Sunday. What do you say we finish that interview from last night?
Johnny Craven finally stops boxing and walks over to Hank and grabs his microphone and begins to speak.
Johnny Craven: Last night, after Hank left, I sat here for a while. I thought about what Danny Vice and Creeping Death have said to me and about me this whole week. The more I heard their words, the more pissed I got. Yeah their words did get to me. But before it was over with, I came down to two options. Option one, I could sit here and piss and moan about their words getting to me, and try to doubt myself. Or, option number two. I could get my ass up and walk down to that ring at Explosion on Sunday and unleash the biggest bunch of hell on them two sorry sum-bitches who want to take my hardcore title. After thinking about it some more, I basically narrowed it down to one option: option two!
Hank Brown pulls up a chair and sits down and continues watching Johnny Craven as he speaks.
Johnny Craven: Danny Vice. You wanna come out here and tell me that I'm not focused? You wanna sit there and tell me that I shouldn't be the hardcore champion? You see, Danny Vice, there's only one reason that I'm hardcore champion, and that's because I came out to that ring and busted my ass to win that title. Now I know you don't see it that way. You refuse to see it that way. You wanna say that I stole your title? Fine, I stole your title. You wanna claim that Creeping Death assisted me in winning the hardcore title? Fine, Creeping Death assisted me in winning the hardcore title. You can use all the excuses you can think of as to why I won the hardcore title at Timebomb. Either way you look at it, the ending result is still the same, that being that I'm the WCF hardcore champion. You wanted me to acknowledge you this week? Well here it is. I think I'm doing a damn good job of it too. You want to come out here and make your little jokes about Johnny Craven and being on a talk show. Seeing as you like show business and these talk shows, why don't you go to Dr. Phil, or Jerry Springer or Oprah or whoever the hell it is you can find, and tell them you have a new idea for a topic for their show. It's called "I'm Danny Vice and Johnny Craven whooped my ass in a ladder match, for running my mouth!" You see, Danny Vice, all your little fun and games are comical now. You say that I'm not focused? I've never been more focused in my life! when Explosion rolls around, and we set foot in that ring, there ain't going to be no time for your little jokes. There ain't going to be no time for games. The only thing that's going to happen is that we're going to get in that ring and I'm going to Lights Out your ass off that ladder and show you why I am the WCF Hardcore Champion!
Hank Brown then looks over at the ladders that are still in the ring in the gym. He continues staring at them as Johnny Craven continues to speak.
Johnny Craven: Now to Creeping Death. For four weeks...four weeks, I've listened to you run your mouth about being this so called "measuring stick" of the WCF. You expect everyone of us to measure up to you. Who the hell would want to do that? And you come out here and run your mouth about being "Creeping fucking Death." You expect everyone here in the WCF to fear you. The simple truth is, there ain't no one here that's afraid of you. I know Danny Vice ain't scared of you, and I sure as hell ain't scared of you. I don't give a damn what your name is. This Sunday, you can come as Creeping Death, or Creeping fucking Death, or even Vampiro. But the fact of the matter is, that once we're inside that ring, names aren't going to mean shit. You wanna claim that you, and I quote, "reinvented the ladder match here in WCF." That's all fine and dandy, but when Sunday rolls around, you had better be able to back that up. I want to see what Creeping Death can do in that ladder match...I really do.
Hank Brown has a smile on his face now, as Johnny Craven is fully focused on his hardcore title match this Sunday at Explosion.
Johnny Craven: The bottom line is this. This Sunday, the three of us are going to step into that ring once again. And once again, we're all going to be fighting for the same reason, the WCF hardcore title. (Johnny Craven holds up his hardcore title for all to see.) You see this (points at title), this is what we're in this match for. This is what we're going to be climbing that ladder for (points to the ladders in the ring and stares at them with that sick smile for a few minutes before continuing to speak.) There's going to be blood. There's going to carnage everywhere. But when it's all said and done, and that final bell rings, I WILL remain the WCF Hardcore Champion! You both have had fun and games at my expense, all week long. You say that my promos are boring and dull. As the old saying goes, "actions speak louder than words", and this Sunday, what I do to the both you in that ring will speak for itself. This Sunday, I've said it before, and I'll say it again. When we step into that ring this Sunday at Explosion, all fun and games are over. See you guys this Sunday.
Johnny Craven stares at his title with that sick smile and crazed look, as the scene fades out.
Cameras Fade Out.
Scene opens to the same gym Johnny Craven was at before. Craven has repaired the punching bag and is once again wailing away on it. Only this time, he's boxing a lot faster and harder. Eventually, Hank Brown comes walking in and watches Craven for a while before speaking to him.
Hank Brown: Seems like you've finally found your edge. Feeling better today?
Johnny Craven looks over at him and then continues to wail away on the boxing bags.
Hank Brown: I guess so. I mean, from the way you're working that boxing bag over, it looks like you want to break someone in half. That's good. You're going to need to have that mind set going into your ladder match this Sunday. What do you say we finish that interview from last night?
Johnny Craven finally stops boxing and walks over to Hank and grabs his microphone and begins to speak.
Johnny Craven: Last night, after Hank left, I sat here for a while. I thought about what Danny Vice and Creeping Death have said to me and about me this whole week. The more I heard their words, the more pissed I got. Yeah their words did get to me. But before it was over with, I came down to two options. Option one, I could sit here and piss and moan about their words getting to me, and try to doubt myself. Or, option number two. I could get my ass up and walk down to that ring at Explosion on Sunday and unleash the biggest bunch of hell on them two sorry sum-bitches who want to take my hardcore title. After thinking about it some more, I basically narrowed it down to one option: option two!
Hank Brown pulls up a chair and sits down and continues watching Johnny Craven as he speaks.
Johnny Craven: Danny Vice. You wanna come out here and tell me that I'm not focused? You wanna sit there and tell me that I shouldn't be the hardcore champion? You see, Danny Vice, there's only one reason that I'm hardcore champion, and that's because I came out to that ring and busted my ass to win that title. Now I know you don't see it that way. You refuse to see it that way. You wanna say that I stole your title? Fine, I stole your title. You wanna claim that Creeping Death assisted me in winning the hardcore title? Fine, Creeping Death assisted me in winning the hardcore title. You can use all the excuses you can think of as to why I won the hardcore title at Timebomb. Either way you look at it, the ending result is still the same, that being that I'm the WCF hardcore champion. You wanted me to acknowledge you this week? Well here it is. I think I'm doing a damn good job of it too. You want to come out here and make your little jokes about Johnny Craven and being on a talk show. Seeing as you like show business and these talk shows, why don't you go to Dr. Phil, or Jerry Springer or Oprah or whoever the hell it is you can find, and tell them you have a new idea for a topic for their show. It's called "I'm Danny Vice and Johnny Craven whooped my ass in a ladder match, for running my mouth!" You see, Danny Vice, all your little fun and games are comical now. You say that I'm not focused? I've never been more focused in my life! when Explosion rolls around, and we set foot in that ring, there ain't going to be no time for your little jokes. There ain't going to be no time for games. The only thing that's going to happen is that we're going to get in that ring and I'm going to Lights Out your ass off that ladder and show you why I am the WCF Hardcore Champion!
Hank Brown then looks over at the ladders that are still in the ring in the gym. He continues staring at them as Johnny Craven continues to speak.
Johnny Craven: Now to Creeping Death. For four weeks...four weeks, I've listened to you run your mouth about being this so called "measuring stick" of the WCF. You expect everyone of us to measure up to you. Who the hell would want to do that? And you come out here and run your mouth about being "Creeping fucking Death." You expect everyone here in the WCF to fear you. The simple truth is, there ain't no one here that's afraid of you. I know Danny Vice ain't scared of you, and I sure as hell ain't scared of you. I don't give a damn what your name is. This Sunday, you can come as Creeping Death, or Creeping fucking Death, or even Vampiro. But the fact of the matter is, that once we're inside that ring, names aren't going to mean shit. You wanna claim that you, and I quote, "reinvented the ladder match here in WCF." That's all fine and dandy, but when Sunday rolls around, you had better be able to back that up. I want to see what Creeping Death can do in that ladder match...I really do.
Hank Brown has a smile on his face now, as Johnny Craven is fully focused on his hardcore title match this Sunday at Explosion.
Johnny Craven: The bottom line is this. This Sunday, the three of us are going to step into that ring once again. And once again, we're all going to be fighting for the same reason, the WCF hardcore title. (Johnny Craven holds up his hardcore title for all to see.) You see this (points at title), this is what we're in this match for. This is what we're going to be climbing that ladder for (points to the ladders in the ring and stares at them with that sick smile for a few minutes before continuing to speak.) There's going to be blood. There's going to carnage everywhere. But when it's all said and done, and that final bell rings, I WILL remain the WCF Hardcore Champion! You both have had fun and games at my expense, all week long. You say that my promos are boring and dull. As the old saying goes, "actions speak louder than words", and this Sunday, what I do to the both you in that ring will speak for itself. This Sunday, I've said it before, and I'll say it again. When we step into that ring this Sunday at Explosion, all fun and games are over. See you guys this Sunday.
Johnny Craven stares at his title with that sick smile and crazed look, as the scene fades out.
Cameras Fade Out.
