Post by johnnycraven on Jun 25, 2007 0:19:15 GMT -5
Cameras Fade In:
Scene opens up to a late night bar, where Johnny Craven is seen sitting all alone at a table. He is tapped up all over from his match. He even has a bandage around his forehead. There are four empty Miller Lite bottles on the table, and Craven is taking shots from a shot glass and a bottle of Jack Daniels. Chuck Watson and "Sweet" Willy Carter come walking in and walk over to Craven who is near smashed at this point.
Chuck Watson: That was some beating you took out there tonight man. (Chuck quickly changes his attitude) But hey, you whooped some ass out there too.
Johnny Craven takes another shot of Jack before glaring over at Watson and Carter.
Johnny Craven: Man...fuck off.
"Sweet" Willy Carter: You just don't know when to shut the hell up do you Chuck? He's pissed off right now. I don't blame him. I mean, who wouldn't be pissed off about losing in a ladder match? And on top of that, he lost the WCF hardcore championship to Creeping Death.
Again, Johnny Craven takes another shot of Jack and then glares over at Watson and Carter.
Johnny Craven: Don't you two dip-shits have anything better to do? I never asked you to come here in the first place.
Just then, a waitress comes over to where Johnny Craven is and tells him that he's had enough and that he needs to pay and leave. This just pisses Craven off even more.
Johnny Craven: Do you know who the hell I am? I'm Jimmy Craben...Johnny Corvan...I can't even say my own damn name. I'm the fucking WCF hardcore champion! I ain't leavin until I'm damn good and ready to leave. Got that?
Chuck Watson: She does have a point Johnny. You are not the WCF hardcore champion. You're too drunk to remember what exactly happened. You lost your title to Creeping Death. You fought hard, but you came up short. That's just the way it is. You win some and then you lose some...just saying man.
Johnny Craven: Whhhatttt? Creeping Death's the champion? How'd that happen? I want my rrrematccchhh tonight.
"Sweet" Willy Carter: You ain't in no condition to be having a rematch right now. Come on man. Let's get you home before you get worse. I can't even see how you could walk yourself to this place after a match like you had. We got you out of here.
"Sweet" Willy Carter and Chuck Watson both pick Johnny Craven up and start to carry him out of the bar. Suddenly, Craven shoves Chuck Watson into a table and it goes crashing to the floor. Then he grabs "Sweet" Willy Carter by the throat and tosses him over the bar counter.
Johnny Craven: I'll have you know that I can wlkklk....wllkllk....leave thisssssss damn plllcea...place on my own.
Johnny Craven then stumbles forward and collapses and passes out. Chuck Watson and "Sweet" Willy Carter are both up and carry Johnny Craven out of the bar, as the scene fades out.
Cameras Fade Out.
Scene opens up to a late night bar, where Johnny Craven is seen sitting all alone at a table. He is tapped up all over from his match. He even has a bandage around his forehead. There are four empty Miller Lite bottles on the table, and Craven is taking shots from a shot glass and a bottle of Jack Daniels. Chuck Watson and "Sweet" Willy Carter come walking in and walk over to Craven who is near smashed at this point.
Chuck Watson: That was some beating you took out there tonight man. (Chuck quickly changes his attitude) But hey, you whooped some ass out there too.
Johnny Craven takes another shot of Jack before glaring over at Watson and Carter.
Johnny Craven: Man...fuck off.
"Sweet" Willy Carter: You just don't know when to shut the hell up do you Chuck? He's pissed off right now. I don't blame him. I mean, who wouldn't be pissed off about losing in a ladder match? And on top of that, he lost the WCF hardcore championship to Creeping Death.
Again, Johnny Craven takes another shot of Jack and then glares over at Watson and Carter.
Johnny Craven: Don't you two dip-shits have anything better to do? I never asked you to come here in the first place.
Just then, a waitress comes over to where Johnny Craven is and tells him that he's had enough and that he needs to pay and leave. This just pisses Craven off even more.
Johnny Craven: Do you know who the hell I am? I'm Jimmy Craben...Johnny Corvan...I can't even say my own damn name. I'm the fucking WCF hardcore champion! I ain't leavin until I'm damn good and ready to leave. Got that?
Chuck Watson: She does have a point Johnny. You are not the WCF hardcore champion. You're too drunk to remember what exactly happened. You lost your title to Creeping Death. You fought hard, but you came up short. That's just the way it is. You win some and then you lose some...just saying man.
Johnny Craven: Whhhatttt? Creeping Death's the champion? How'd that happen? I want my rrrematccchhh tonight.
"Sweet" Willy Carter: You ain't in no condition to be having a rematch right now. Come on man. Let's get you home before you get worse. I can't even see how you could walk yourself to this place after a match like you had. We got you out of here.
"Sweet" Willy Carter and Chuck Watson both pick Johnny Craven up and start to carry him out of the bar. Suddenly, Craven shoves Chuck Watson into a table and it goes crashing to the floor. Then he grabs "Sweet" Willy Carter by the throat and tosses him over the bar counter.
Johnny Craven: I'll have you know that I can wlkklk....wllkllk....leave thisssssss damn plllcea...place on my own.
Johnny Craven then stumbles forward and collapses and passes out. Chuck Watson and "Sweet" Willy Carter are both up and carry Johnny Craven out of the bar, as the scene fades out.
Cameras Fade Out.
