Post by johnnycraven on Mar 31, 2007 0:50:54 GMT -5
Cameras Fade In:
Scene opens inside of a somewhat quiet bar. Most everybody that's there is hammered. Off in one dark corner, a man is sitting at a table, and appears to be talking to a figure who is hidden in the dark. The man is drinking a mug of beer and has a pitcher of beer on the table as well. The man begins to ask the figure a series of questions. Each question that is asked draws an answer of silence. The man asks the figure why he was at the bar. TRhen he asks the figure why he went to WCF and why he made his impact the way he did. Still no answer. The man begins to get frustrated and demands the figure to answer his questions. Still no answer. Then he asks the figure if his joining the WCf had anything to do with his past. No answer. He then asks the figure what kind of impact he plans to make this Sunday at Slam, but still no answer. Then the man begins to threaten the figure for not answering the questions. All of a sudden, an arm reaches out of the darkness and grabs the man by the throat and it is revealed that the figure was Johnny Craven. He is not wearing his face bandanna. For the first time, we are able to see what Texas Red really looks like. Kind of an ugly fellow. Anyways...Johnny Craven looks the man straight in the eyes and begins to speak.
Johnny Craven: Team Xtreme...I've seen what you can do in that ring. I saw what you did to Davey Boone. I also saw what you did to Adam Knite. While that impresses me, it's not going to stop me from riding into Slam and raising the biggest bunch of hell that the WCF has ever seen. You think you're a bunch of bad asses, double teamin' people all the time. This Sunday at Slam, I don't want just TVO in that ring...I'm begging you, TXO, to interfere...I want you both in that ring so that I can whoop both your asses at the same time. I'm beggin ya, Team Xtreme, to try and double team me. This Sunday at Slam, I'm going to ride to the ring with a cooler full of beers...drink some of em'...whoop some ass...and then drink some more damn beers.
With that, Johnny Craven shoves the man down to the ground and asks him if there are anymore questions. The man is speachless, so Johnny Craven walks off and leaves the bar as the scene fades out.
Cameras Fade Out.
Scene opens inside of a somewhat quiet bar. Most everybody that's there is hammered. Off in one dark corner, a man is sitting at a table, and appears to be talking to a figure who is hidden in the dark. The man is drinking a mug of beer and has a pitcher of beer on the table as well. The man begins to ask the figure a series of questions. Each question that is asked draws an answer of silence. The man asks the figure why he was at the bar. TRhen he asks the figure why he went to WCF and why he made his impact the way he did. Still no answer. The man begins to get frustrated and demands the figure to answer his questions. Still no answer. Then he asks the figure if his joining the WCf had anything to do with his past. No answer. He then asks the figure what kind of impact he plans to make this Sunday at Slam, but still no answer. Then the man begins to threaten the figure for not answering the questions. All of a sudden, an arm reaches out of the darkness and grabs the man by the throat and it is revealed that the figure was Johnny Craven. He is not wearing his face bandanna. For the first time, we are able to see what Texas Red really looks like. Kind of an ugly fellow. Anyways...Johnny Craven looks the man straight in the eyes and begins to speak.
Johnny Craven: Team Xtreme...I've seen what you can do in that ring. I saw what you did to Davey Boone. I also saw what you did to Adam Knite. While that impresses me, it's not going to stop me from riding into Slam and raising the biggest bunch of hell that the WCF has ever seen. You think you're a bunch of bad asses, double teamin' people all the time. This Sunday at Slam, I don't want just TVO in that ring...I'm begging you, TXO, to interfere...I want you both in that ring so that I can whoop both your asses at the same time. I'm beggin ya, Team Xtreme, to try and double team me. This Sunday at Slam, I'm going to ride to the ring with a cooler full of beers...drink some of em'...whoop some ass...and then drink some more damn beers.
With that, Johnny Craven shoves the man down to the ground and asks him if there are anymore questions. The man is speachless, so Johnny Craven walks off and leaves the bar as the scene fades out.
Cameras Fade Out.
