Post by johnnycraven on Jul 11, 2007 22:59:03 GMT -5
Cameras Fade In:
Scene opens up to the streets of Tokyo, Japan. It is early in the evening, but there’s still a hint of daylight left. The temperature is cool with a light breeze flowing through the air. The capital city of Japan is thriving with people all over the streets. Most are celebrating the arrival of many WCF wrestlers and are preparing for XIII this coming Friday. Many of the city’s civilians are watching the set of XIII being built, eagerly waiting for the chance to see one of the WCF wrestlers, in hopes of getting autographs and pictures with them. Yes sir, the city is alive and well, and the evening is shaping up to be a good one. The cameras continue to pan through the city, as many sights and sounds can be seen and heard. The cameras eventually pan to a street in downtown Tokyo, where, low and behold, Johnny Craven is seen walking down the street. A few civilians rush up to Craven, asking him for autographs, which he is compliant to do for his fans. After they leave, Johnny Craven continues walking, and eventually comes upon some more civilians and begins to speak to them.
Johnny Craven: Excuse me...I’m looking for the postal station. You know, where you get your mail? Do you know where one of those is? (To himself) Shit..I can’t speak Japanese. Ok, I have this cell phone here. (He holds up his cell phone, to the uproar of everyone there) I got a call, saying I have some mail being sent here to me. I’m supposed to be receiving a package of some kind..you know, a box (Makes a box gesture with his hands).
The civilians just shake their heads in confusion. Just then, another civilian (a young and attractive woman) walks up and Craven begins talking some more.
Johnny Craven: Does anyone here speak English? Ummm...English? I’M LOOKING FOR A POST OFFICE!
Young Lady: It’s ok, Mr. Craven. I speak English. I was in America for four years, so I know how to speak it. You act surprised that I knew your name. You are a WCF star you know. You’re very popular here in Tokyo.
Johnny Craven: I’m honored. I’m looking for the post office here in Tokyo. I was told I would find it in downtown. I’m supposed to be receiving a video that I need for XIII. It’s about Danny Vice. It has clips and such of his past hardcore matches, his hell in the cell match against Skyler Striker at One, and different “brutal” matches he’s been in and what not. I’ve got a little bit of analyzing to do. I’ve got to see what (sarcastically) “I’m getting myself into.”
Young Lady: (Laughing) I know. He’s not too popular here. I mean, some people like him, but I sure as hell don’t. Most don’t. Well, the post office is just six or seven blocks down this street. It’s right past “The Oldest Sushi Bar In Tokyo”...it’s the name of the restaurant. It really isn’t the oldest sushi bar here, but that’s the name they picked out. I hope one day they get sued..(softer voice)..lose a lot of money..maybe everything cause I really hate that damn place. Anyways, that’s where the post office is. Just on the other side of the restaurant. Are you going to beat Danny Vice on Friday? I hope you do.
Johnny Craven: Well, hell yeah I'm going to beat Vice's ass at XIII. I'm going to whoop his sorry ass all over this city. What the fuck kind of question is that? (pauses for a second) Well, anyways. Thanks. I appreciate your help. I hope all of you can make it to XIII. It’s gonna be one hell of a show. (Craven begins walking away, before calling the young lady and asking her if she wanted to eat dinner with him. She quickly agrees, and locks arms with Craven). I need someone to eat with, and to translate the menu for me.
With that, Johnny Craven continues walking with the young lady and they eventually arrive in front of the post office. It stays open late, so Craven walks in and after a few minutes, he walks back out with a package in tow. He opens the package, and sure enough, it was the video of Danny Vice. He places it inside of his hoody and they start walking back the way they came, looking for a place to eat. Craven begins reading off names of restaurants and cafes, in hopes of finding something that sounds remotely appetizing.
Johnny Craven: Chiharu’s Sushi cuisine. Hisako’s Fish and Rice. Junnosuke’s Sea Food. They’re bound to have a Mickie D’s here somewhere. Ah, this might do. Shigetoki’s Japanese Soul Food. Oh hell yes.
Johnny Craven and the young lady stop in front of this Japanese soul food place and start to walk in, when four midget ninjas come walking out and circle Johnny Craven. The young lady backs up a few steps from everything. The midgets are each wearing black ninja suits and one of them is carrying a set of nunchakus (nunchucks).
Johnny Craven: Who the hell are you?
Midget Ninja 1: You no go in restaurant unless you pay.
Johnny Craven: Huh?
Midget Ninja 2: You no eat here without paying toll.
Johnny Craven: Look here. I ain’t paying no damn toll just to eat here, mother fucker. So just back off.
Midget Ninja 1: You pay toll, or you fight great master. He the one who owns place. You no pay toll, great master go Jujitsu on your ass.
Johnny Craven: (laughing) Alright. Nice try there buddy, but it ain’t gonna work. So why don’t you just waddle your ass back inside and go tell your (sarcastically) “great master” that if he has a problem, then he can talk to me while we're eating dinner in his fucking restaurant.
Just then, the midget with the nunchakus comes running at Craven, and starts swinging the nunchakus at Craven’s legs. Then they all start chiming in, trying to take the big man down. Craven just stands there and laughs at them, but when those nunchakus come across his legs, he gets really pissed.
Johnny Craven: You sorry son of a bitch. What the hell do you think your doing?
Johnny Craven knocks the midgets away, and then rares back and punts the midget with the nunchakus clear through the window of the restaurant. Another midget jumps on Craven’s back, and he grabs them and launches them into a nearby city garbage can. The other two just take off running at that point.
Johnny Craven: Pieces of shit! Them little fuckers fight hard. They want to do all that karate shit on me and them fucking nunchakus, damn.
Johnny Craven then walks inside with the young lady, and they both sit down at a table and begin reading a menu and talking, as the scene fades.
Cameras Fade Out.
Scene opens up to the streets of Tokyo, Japan. It is early in the evening, but there’s still a hint of daylight left. The temperature is cool with a light breeze flowing through the air. The capital city of Japan is thriving with people all over the streets. Most are celebrating the arrival of many WCF wrestlers and are preparing for XIII this coming Friday. Many of the city’s civilians are watching the set of XIII being built, eagerly waiting for the chance to see one of the WCF wrestlers, in hopes of getting autographs and pictures with them. Yes sir, the city is alive and well, and the evening is shaping up to be a good one. The cameras continue to pan through the city, as many sights and sounds can be seen and heard. The cameras eventually pan to a street in downtown Tokyo, where, low and behold, Johnny Craven is seen walking down the street. A few civilians rush up to Craven, asking him for autographs, which he is compliant to do for his fans. After they leave, Johnny Craven continues walking, and eventually comes upon some more civilians and begins to speak to them.
Johnny Craven: Excuse me...I’m looking for the postal station. You know, where you get your mail? Do you know where one of those is? (To himself) Shit..I can’t speak Japanese. Ok, I have this cell phone here. (He holds up his cell phone, to the uproar of everyone there) I got a call, saying I have some mail being sent here to me. I’m supposed to be receiving a package of some kind..you know, a box (Makes a box gesture with his hands).
The civilians just shake their heads in confusion. Just then, another civilian (a young and attractive woman) walks up and Craven begins talking some more.
Johnny Craven: Does anyone here speak English? Ummm...English? I’M LOOKING FOR A POST OFFICE!
Young Lady: It’s ok, Mr. Craven. I speak English. I was in America for four years, so I know how to speak it. You act surprised that I knew your name. You are a WCF star you know. You’re very popular here in Tokyo.
Johnny Craven: I’m honored. I’m looking for the post office here in Tokyo. I was told I would find it in downtown. I’m supposed to be receiving a video that I need for XIII. It’s about Danny Vice. It has clips and such of his past hardcore matches, his hell in the cell match against Skyler Striker at One, and different “brutal” matches he’s been in and what not. I’ve got a little bit of analyzing to do. I’ve got to see what (sarcastically) “I’m getting myself into.”
Young Lady: (Laughing) I know. He’s not too popular here. I mean, some people like him, but I sure as hell don’t. Most don’t. Well, the post office is just six or seven blocks down this street. It’s right past “The Oldest Sushi Bar In Tokyo”...it’s the name of the restaurant. It really isn’t the oldest sushi bar here, but that’s the name they picked out. I hope one day they get sued..(softer voice)..lose a lot of money..maybe everything cause I really hate that damn place. Anyways, that’s where the post office is. Just on the other side of the restaurant. Are you going to beat Danny Vice on Friday? I hope you do.
Johnny Craven: Well, hell yeah I'm going to beat Vice's ass at XIII. I'm going to whoop his sorry ass all over this city. What the fuck kind of question is that? (pauses for a second) Well, anyways. Thanks. I appreciate your help. I hope all of you can make it to XIII. It’s gonna be one hell of a show. (Craven begins walking away, before calling the young lady and asking her if she wanted to eat dinner with him. She quickly agrees, and locks arms with Craven). I need someone to eat with, and to translate the menu for me.
With that, Johnny Craven continues walking with the young lady and they eventually arrive in front of the post office. It stays open late, so Craven walks in and after a few minutes, he walks back out with a package in tow. He opens the package, and sure enough, it was the video of Danny Vice. He places it inside of his hoody and they start walking back the way they came, looking for a place to eat. Craven begins reading off names of restaurants and cafes, in hopes of finding something that sounds remotely appetizing.
Johnny Craven: Chiharu’s Sushi cuisine. Hisako’s Fish and Rice. Junnosuke’s Sea Food. They’re bound to have a Mickie D’s here somewhere. Ah, this might do. Shigetoki’s Japanese Soul Food. Oh hell yes.
Johnny Craven and the young lady stop in front of this Japanese soul food place and start to walk in, when four midget ninjas come walking out and circle Johnny Craven. The young lady backs up a few steps from everything. The midgets are each wearing black ninja suits and one of them is carrying a set of nunchakus (nunchucks).
Johnny Craven: Who the hell are you?
Midget Ninja 1: You no go in restaurant unless you pay.
Johnny Craven: Huh?
Midget Ninja 2: You no eat here without paying toll.
Johnny Craven: Look here. I ain’t paying no damn toll just to eat here, mother fucker. So just back off.
Midget Ninja 1: You pay toll, or you fight great master. He the one who owns place. You no pay toll, great master go Jujitsu on your ass.
Johnny Craven: (laughing) Alright. Nice try there buddy, but it ain’t gonna work. So why don’t you just waddle your ass back inside and go tell your (sarcastically) “great master” that if he has a problem, then he can talk to me while we're eating dinner in his fucking restaurant.
Just then, the midget with the nunchakus comes running at Craven, and starts swinging the nunchakus at Craven’s legs. Then they all start chiming in, trying to take the big man down. Craven just stands there and laughs at them, but when those nunchakus come across his legs, he gets really pissed.
Johnny Craven: You sorry son of a bitch. What the hell do you think your doing?
Johnny Craven knocks the midgets away, and then rares back and punts the midget with the nunchakus clear through the window of the restaurant. Another midget jumps on Craven’s back, and he grabs them and launches them into a nearby city garbage can. The other two just take off running at that point.
Johnny Craven: Pieces of shit! Them little fuckers fight hard. They want to do all that karate shit on me and them fucking nunchakus, damn.
Johnny Craven then walks inside with the young lady, and they both sit down at a table and begin reading a menu and talking, as the scene fades.
Cameras Fade Out.
