Post by johnnycraven on Apr 24, 2007 16:33:08 GMT -5
Cameras Fade In:
Scene opens up to a bar where Johnny Craven is seen drinking several beers. Several empty beer bottles are laying on the table as well. Johnny Craven is seen talking to someone in the shadows. Just then, Craven orders a whole bottle of Jack Daniels. The waitress brings Craven the bottle of Jack Daniels and sets down a couple of glasses. Craven just shoves these aside and drinks straight from the bottle. Then he turns to look at the figure in the shadows.
Johnny Craven: look man...you'd betterrr...beststs..bests..betrster?...You'd better hurry up with your interview because I ain't gonna be awake much longer. (At this point, Craven motions for the waitress to bring him a bottle of Ripple.) I can't even say the damn worededd better. F#ck it.
Mysterious Figure: Mr. Craven...why are you getting so trashed before your big match at Payback? Don't you have to team up with Davey Boone?
Johnny Craven: Firststs...sh*t...first of all, his nambre'...name is Davey "the savior" Boone. And second of all, the reason why I'm getting drunk is because for one...it just feels good, and (Craven tries to hold up two fingers but can't quite count enough, and then looks back at the figure) two...it's gonna take a lot offff...of liquor to get me drunk enough so that I can get pissed off and whoop some ass this Sunday at Payback.
Johnny Craven takes a big swig of his Jack Daniels and then a big swig of his Ripple. Then he looks at the mysterious figure.
Johnny Craven: hey...you know what...when you drink some of this Jack and then some of this Ripple, it's some pretty good sh*t!
Hey waitress...when are you going to bring me that bottle of Ripple I asked for?
Waitress: I already did...you've been drinking it with your Jack Daniels.
Johnny Craven looks down at his bottle of Ripple: well I'll be damned...this whole time I thought I was drinking Jack Daniels and..(looking at bottle of Ripple)...whatever this sh*t is.
Mysterious Figure: (yells angrily) IT'S A BOTTLE OF RIPPLE!!!!!!!!!
now Mr. Craven...we need to get your focus back on Payback. You do know that you have a handicapped match this Sunday don't you? Shouldn't that worry you at all?
Johnny Craven looks over at the mysterious figure in the shadows as if it's the first time he's ever seen him there.
Johnny Craven: Hey man...how long you been sittin there? I thought I was the only drunk f*cker at this table. Oh yeah..you asked me about my match this Sunday at Payback. I know I'm in a handicapped match...that's the reason I'm getting drunk. I'll be there this Sunday...and whether I'm drunk or...well hell I know I ain't gonna be sober by that time...I'm gonna fight this match and then...I'm going to cash in my newly won contract for a title shot and challenge for the Newberry Hall championship...
Mysterious Figure: Mr. Craven there is no such thing as the Newberry Hall championship...Newberyy Hall was the name of the dorms you stayed at in college. And, you never won a contract for a title match.
Johnny Craven: Yessss I did...(Craven pulls out a copy of his motorcycle insurance)...see here it is.
Mysterious Figure: Mr. Craven that is a copy of your...you know what, never mind. Maybe you should just go home and sleep your booze off. Maybe then we can finish this interview.
Johnny Craven: that's a good idea...except for one thing...I need more beer. Liquor store...here I come!
Johnny Craven tries to get up from his chair and ends up falling down. He then claims that he is OK and stumbles out of the bar and into the parking lot. From the bar room you can hear Craven yelling at his bike.
Johnny Craven from the parking lot: Damn thing won't start...oh yeah, you need one of these (holds up his keys).
Finally the bike is heard starting up and trailing off into the distance as the scene fades to black.
Cameras Fade Out.
Scene opens up to a bar where Johnny Craven is seen drinking several beers. Several empty beer bottles are laying on the table as well. Johnny Craven is seen talking to someone in the shadows. Just then, Craven orders a whole bottle of Jack Daniels. The waitress brings Craven the bottle of Jack Daniels and sets down a couple of glasses. Craven just shoves these aside and drinks straight from the bottle. Then he turns to look at the figure in the shadows.
Johnny Craven: look man...you'd betterrr...beststs..bests..betrster?...You'd better hurry up with your interview because I ain't gonna be awake much longer. (At this point, Craven motions for the waitress to bring him a bottle of Ripple.) I can't even say the damn worededd better. F#ck it.
Mysterious Figure: Mr. Craven...why are you getting so trashed before your big match at Payback? Don't you have to team up with Davey Boone?
Johnny Craven: Firststs...sh*t...first of all, his nambre'...name is Davey "the savior" Boone. And second of all, the reason why I'm getting drunk is because for one...it just feels good, and (Craven tries to hold up two fingers but can't quite count enough, and then looks back at the figure) two...it's gonna take a lot offff...of liquor to get me drunk enough so that I can get pissed off and whoop some ass this Sunday at Payback.
Johnny Craven takes a big swig of his Jack Daniels and then a big swig of his Ripple. Then he looks at the mysterious figure.
Johnny Craven: hey...you know what...when you drink some of this Jack and then some of this Ripple, it's some pretty good sh*t!
Hey waitress...when are you going to bring me that bottle of Ripple I asked for?
Waitress: I already did...you've been drinking it with your Jack Daniels.
Johnny Craven looks down at his bottle of Ripple: well I'll be damned...this whole time I thought I was drinking Jack Daniels and..(looking at bottle of Ripple)...whatever this sh*t is.
Mysterious Figure: (yells angrily) IT'S A BOTTLE OF RIPPLE!!!!!!!!!
now Mr. Craven...we need to get your focus back on Payback. You do know that you have a handicapped match this Sunday don't you? Shouldn't that worry you at all?
Johnny Craven looks over at the mysterious figure in the shadows as if it's the first time he's ever seen him there.
Johnny Craven: Hey man...how long you been sittin there? I thought I was the only drunk f*cker at this table. Oh yeah..you asked me about my match this Sunday at Payback. I know I'm in a handicapped match...that's the reason I'm getting drunk. I'll be there this Sunday...and whether I'm drunk or...well hell I know I ain't gonna be sober by that time...I'm gonna fight this match and then...I'm going to cash in my newly won contract for a title shot and challenge for the Newberry Hall championship...
Mysterious Figure: Mr. Craven there is no such thing as the Newberry Hall championship...Newberyy Hall was the name of the dorms you stayed at in college. And, you never won a contract for a title match.
Johnny Craven: Yessss I did...(Craven pulls out a copy of his motorcycle insurance)...see here it is.
Mysterious Figure: Mr. Craven that is a copy of your...you know what, never mind. Maybe you should just go home and sleep your booze off. Maybe then we can finish this interview.
Johnny Craven: that's a good idea...except for one thing...I need more beer. Liquor store...here I come!
Johnny Craven tries to get up from his chair and ends up falling down. He then claims that he is OK and stumbles out of the bar and into the parking lot. From the bar room you can hear Craven yelling at his bike.
Johnny Craven from the parking lot: Damn thing won't start...oh yeah, you need one of these (holds up his keys).
Finally the bike is heard starting up and trailing off into the distance as the scene fades to black.
Cameras Fade Out.
