Post by johnnycraven on Jul 15, 2007 2:50:11 GMT -5
Cameras Fade In:
Scene opens back into the USA. Most of the WCF wrestlers have caught flights back home or are on flights as we speak. XIII went down as one of the greatest events in WCF history. The fans loved every minute of it. From JJ Biggs's return to WCF to CD giving Skyler Striker the "For Whom the Bell Tolls" from the scaffolding to the floor. The fans were ecstatic the whole entire day and night. XIII was a complete success in everyone's minds...except one.
The cameras flicker and then black out. Once they come back on, Johnny Craven is seen standing in the middle of the ring in the WCF arena. The arena is completely empty and all the lights are out except for a select few giving a little light to the place. Johnny Craven is still wearing his ring attire, minus the hoody. He stands there for a while, just gazing around the whole arena. He finally looks into the camera and begins speaking.
Johnny Craven: That's right. What you are seeing is real. Johnny Craven is finally giving an interview in a simple place...the WCF arena. No bar. No abandoned chemical plant. No gym. Not even Craven's own basement. Just a plain and simple arena. Two days ago, Danny Vice put me through the worst bunch of hell that I've ever been through. We went through tables, we went through cars, we even went through the glass of a store front window. I can't even begin to tell you what kind of pain I went through. And I guarantee you this. If you ask Danny Vice about the match, he'll tell you he went through the same damn thing. We took each other to the limits and beyond out there. Some people called us sick. Some people called us psychotic. They're damn right.
Then, Johnny Craven gets out of the ring, goes into the back, as the cameras are still focused in the ring side area, and then walks back out and back into the ring. He looks up to the titan tron, as a video begins to play. It is the ending of the Tokyo Street Fight between Johnny Craven and Danny Vice. Upon seeing this, Craven begins to speak again.
Johnny Craven: You see, the referee claimed this as a Danny Vice victory. Apparently, because Vice was able to administer one last move before we were both beaten unconscious, he was rewarded as the winner. Now I could sit here and watch the replays and piss and moan about it, but that wouldn't do any good. And quite frankly, I hate complainers, and I sure as hell ain't gonna to be one. Instead, I intend to do the exact opposite. Most will call me insane for doing this, and some will even call me stupid for doing this. But the simple fact is, is that I have to do this. And for those of you who don't like it or approve of it, can PISS OFF! I'm issuing a challenge to Danny Vice. That's right, I want a rematch. Any time. Any place. I want a match, one-on-one against The Vagrant. The only stipulation is that, this time, I get to choose the match type. Vice, I know you can hear me, and if you're not watching right now, you sure as hell will be before the next week is up. You can run. You can hide and try to avoid me each and every week. But I guarantee you this. You will give me my rematch. And until you do, I'm going to make your life on Slam, at WCF pay per views, and where ever else your little ass wants to wander each week, a living hell! Each and everyday, I don't care where you're at, I'm going to come find your ass and whoop the hell out of you..until you give me what I want. And if you think that it's going to be another street fight, you've got another thing coming. It's not going to be a ladder match. It's not going to be a tables match. It's not even going to be a steel cage match. I would say hell in a cell, but that still ain't good enough!
Johnny Craven walks over to the back of the ring and jumps down and picks up an ice chest and slides it into the ring. He then climbs back into the ring and opens the ice chest and pulls out a bottle of...WATER. (Bet you thought I was going to say Jack Daniels didn't you?) He takes a big chug of his water, and then sets it aside.
Johnny Craven: It's plain and simple Vice. This war between you and me is far from over. If you think I'm just going to sit back here and let you come between me and the WCF Hardcore title, then you're a stupid son-of-a-bitch! The way I see it, there never was a winner in the street fight. We both ended up unconscious, plain and simple. I know, you know, I mean hell even the WCF fans watching from all over the world know, that this match should have been declared a DRAW! So you've got one week to give me a response to my challenge. Then, I'm coming to find you and whoop your ass in all 50 states until you do. I'm telling you Vice. Like it or not, you've pissed off the wrong son-of-a-bitch!
Then, Johnny Craven looks around, and then reaches into the cooler and pulls out a bottle of...that's right, Jack Daniels. He chugs some of it down, as the scene fades.
Cameras Fade Out.
Scene opens back into the USA. Most of the WCF wrestlers have caught flights back home or are on flights as we speak. XIII went down as one of the greatest events in WCF history. The fans loved every minute of it. From JJ Biggs's return to WCF to CD giving Skyler Striker the "For Whom the Bell Tolls" from the scaffolding to the floor. The fans were ecstatic the whole entire day and night. XIII was a complete success in everyone's minds...except one.
The cameras flicker and then black out. Once they come back on, Johnny Craven is seen standing in the middle of the ring in the WCF arena. The arena is completely empty and all the lights are out except for a select few giving a little light to the place. Johnny Craven is still wearing his ring attire, minus the hoody. He stands there for a while, just gazing around the whole arena. He finally looks into the camera and begins speaking.
Johnny Craven: That's right. What you are seeing is real. Johnny Craven is finally giving an interview in a simple place...the WCF arena. No bar. No abandoned chemical plant. No gym. Not even Craven's own basement. Just a plain and simple arena. Two days ago, Danny Vice put me through the worst bunch of hell that I've ever been through. We went through tables, we went through cars, we even went through the glass of a store front window. I can't even begin to tell you what kind of pain I went through. And I guarantee you this. If you ask Danny Vice about the match, he'll tell you he went through the same damn thing. We took each other to the limits and beyond out there. Some people called us sick. Some people called us psychotic. They're damn right.
Then, Johnny Craven gets out of the ring, goes into the back, as the cameras are still focused in the ring side area, and then walks back out and back into the ring. He looks up to the titan tron, as a video begins to play. It is the ending of the Tokyo Street Fight between Johnny Craven and Danny Vice. Upon seeing this, Craven begins to speak again.
Johnny Craven: You see, the referee claimed this as a Danny Vice victory. Apparently, because Vice was able to administer one last move before we were both beaten unconscious, he was rewarded as the winner. Now I could sit here and watch the replays and piss and moan about it, but that wouldn't do any good. And quite frankly, I hate complainers, and I sure as hell ain't gonna to be one. Instead, I intend to do the exact opposite. Most will call me insane for doing this, and some will even call me stupid for doing this. But the simple fact is, is that I have to do this. And for those of you who don't like it or approve of it, can PISS OFF! I'm issuing a challenge to Danny Vice. That's right, I want a rematch. Any time. Any place. I want a match, one-on-one against The Vagrant. The only stipulation is that, this time, I get to choose the match type. Vice, I know you can hear me, and if you're not watching right now, you sure as hell will be before the next week is up. You can run. You can hide and try to avoid me each and every week. But I guarantee you this. You will give me my rematch. And until you do, I'm going to make your life on Slam, at WCF pay per views, and where ever else your little ass wants to wander each week, a living hell! Each and everyday, I don't care where you're at, I'm going to come find your ass and whoop the hell out of you..until you give me what I want. And if you think that it's going to be another street fight, you've got another thing coming. It's not going to be a ladder match. It's not going to be a tables match. It's not even going to be a steel cage match. I would say hell in a cell, but that still ain't good enough!
Johnny Craven walks over to the back of the ring and jumps down and picks up an ice chest and slides it into the ring. He then climbs back into the ring and opens the ice chest and pulls out a bottle of...WATER. (Bet you thought I was going to say Jack Daniels didn't you?) He takes a big chug of his water, and then sets it aside.
Johnny Craven: It's plain and simple Vice. This war between you and me is far from over. If you think I'm just going to sit back here and let you come between me and the WCF Hardcore title, then you're a stupid son-of-a-bitch! The way I see it, there never was a winner in the street fight. We both ended up unconscious, plain and simple. I know, you know, I mean hell even the WCF fans watching from all over the world know, that this match should have been declared a DRAW! So you've got one week to give me a response to my challenge. Then, I'm coming to find you and whoop your ass in all 50 states until you do. I'm telling you Vice. Like it or not, you've pissed off the wrong son-of-a-bitch!
Then, Johnny Craven looks around, and then reaches into the cooler and pulls out a bottle of...that's right, Jack Daniels. He chugs some of it down, as the scene fades.
Cameras Fade Out.
