Post by tvo on Mar 31, 2007 16:20:46 GMT -5
The camera fades in on a house surrounded by grape vineyards. Rows and Rows of them, you can see cars in the side yard and the front lawn. Most of them have the windows out of them and the exhaust running through the hood. You hear a loud pop. Almost like a 12 gauge shotgun going off. The camera man whips around and heads toward the backyard. He gets to the backyard and sees The Violent One underneath the hood of what looks to be a 1974 four door Chevy Impala. He is screwing around with the distributor cap. You can hear the difference in the motor as he either retards or advances the cap, each time snapping the throttle cable to see how it sounds. He looks up, sees the camera and reaches in and shuts the car off. He looks into the camera and begins to speak.
TVO: You know nothing brings me more excitement then working on a Demolition Derby car... Wait a minute, I stand to correct myself. The only thing that brings me more excitement is beating the shit out of some nobody that feels he has to stick his nose in to official Team Xtreme business. Johnny Craven, Texas Red, you just put your nose into the worst possible place you ever could. You stuck your nose into my business. What does that get you? A open challenge. which you excepted that does show some intestinal fortitude. Does it show any brains? No. None what so ever. Doesn't surprise me with the group your hanging out with. You see right now you are on my own personal path of rage and destruction of AoV. Not smart again. You see maybe your new to this game and new to this kind of thing, but the one thing you don't want to do is piss me off. I am the crazy mother fucker who once lit himself on fire just to hurt the opponent even worse. Your stepping into the ring with a man that fears nothing and gives a shit about less. You see yes my mind may be on the tag titles, but it is also on how you basically ruined what was a perfect plan by The Xtreme One and myself. But hey thats okay, you got yourself the ticket for one ass whopping courtesy of Team Xtreme cash-able anytime, well sorry that time is Sunday as you step into the ring with me.
TVO pauses for a moment and heads for the fridge that is placed outside the backside of the house. He opens in up, grabs a bottle of Bud Light, takes the top off and takes a couple swigs. He wipes off his forehead, takes another swig of beer and begins to speak again.
TVO: Ya know Craven you claim it will be World War 3 at slam... Ha, sorry couldn't help myself. What kind of pain can you do to me that will even be close to what I have dealt with in the past? Huh? I mean for real who are you kidding besides yourself? The Violent One isn't just some cheap moniker that I cam up with! Hell I spent the good part of 10 years earning that god damn name! The scars that are all over my body aren't just make up like the quote on quote "Big Guys in Big Federations" do. No, each and every single one of these scars reminds of a time when the world was mine for the taking, a world you are trying to take away from me stopping me from doing what I do best. Now am I gonna pull a Chris Berman and says the Bills and 49ers are going to the Super Bowl type foresight into the future? No. Hell fucking no. All I am going to tell you is that you stepped into the path of an oncoming freight train and now have to pay the consequences. Just remember, when you step into the ring with me, its not going to be the calm demeanor guy you saw having a steak and beer with The Xtreme One, nor will you see the man that loves to wreck cars. No what your going to see is the crazed half unstable man people have feared for a decade. Remember that as you are getting your ass beat by request by TXO and myself. Don't forget you entered yourself into this world, and I am the only crazy sum bitch that can let you out.
The Violent One reaches back in and starts the car again. He gets the distributor cap just where he wants it tightens it down and hops into the car. He gives the figure to the camera and punches the gas, sending the car into a 180 degree turn and shooting mud and grass all over the camera man as you see him take off through the grape vineyards. Slowly as TVO goes out of sight the camera fades to black.
TVO: You know nothing brings me more excitement then working on a Demolition Derby car... Wait a minute, I stand to correct myself. The only thing that brings me more excitement is beating the shit out of some nobody that feels he has to stick his nose in to official Team Xtreme business. Johnny Craven, Texas Red, you just put your nose into the worst possible place you ever could. You stuck your nose into my business. What does that get you? A open challenge. which you excepted that does show some intestinal fortitude. Does it show any brains? No. None what so ever. Doesn't surprise me with the group your hanging out with. You see right now you are on my own personal path of rage and destruction of AoV. Not smart again. You see maybe your new to this game and new to this kind of thing, but the one thing you don't want to do is piss me off. I am the crazy mother fucker who once lit himself on fire just to hurt the opponent even worse. Your stepping into the ring with a man that fears nothing and gives a shit about less. You see yes my mind may be on the tag titles, but it is also on how you basically ruined what was a perfect plan by The Xtreme One and myself. But hey thats okay, you got yourself the ticket for one ass whopping courtesy of Team Xtreme cash-able anytime, well sorry that time is Sunday as you step into the ring with me.
TVO pauses for a moment and heads for the fridge that is placed outside the backside of the house. He opens in up, grabs a bottle of Bud Light, takes the top off and takes a couple swigs. He wipes off his forehead, takes another swig of beer and begins to speak again.
TVO: Ya know Craven you claim it will be World War 3 at slam... Ha, sorry couldn't help myself. What kind of pain can you do to me that will even be close to what I have dealt with in the past? Huh? I mean for real who are you kidding besides yourself? The Violent One isn't just some cheap moniker that I cam up with! Hell I spent the good part of 10 years earning that god damn name! The scars that are all over my body aren't just make up like the quote on quote "Big Guys in Big Federations" do. No, each and every single one of these scars reminds of a time when the world was mine for the taking, a world you are trying to take away from me stopping me from doing what I do best. Now am I gonna pull a Chris Berman and says the Bills and 49ers are going to the Super Bowl type foresight into the future? No. Hell fucking no. All I am going to tell you is that you stepped into the path of an oncoming freight train and now have to pay the consequences. Just remember, when you step into the ring with me, its not going to be the calm demeanor guy you saw having a steak and beer with The Xtreme One, nor will you see the man that loves to wreck cars. No what your going to see is the crazed half unstable man people have feared for a decade. Remember that as you are getting your ass beat by request by TXO and myself. Don't forget you entered yourself into this world, and I am the only crazy sum bitch that can let you out.
The Violent One reaches back in and starts the car again. He gets the distributor cap just where he wants it tightens it down and hops into the car. He gives the figure to the camera and punches the gas, sending the car into a 180 degree turn and shooting mud and grass all over the camera man as you see him take off through the grape vineyards. Slowly as TVO goes out of sight the camera fades to black.
