Post by johnnycraven on Apr 13, 2007 0:12:24 GMT -5
Cameras Fade In.
Scene opens up to a dark alley in a small town, where some kids are tormenting one of there own. It's Friday the 13th and the kids are wearing Jason masks and chasing the lonely kid through the alley ways until they come to a dead end. The kids continue tormenting the other kid and then begin to hit him and kick him. The kid screams out for help, but no one is around to hear his cries. Suddenly a figure steps out from the shadows and scares the other kids away. The figure just stares down at the kid as blood trickles down his face. He helps the kid up and tells him a few things. He tells the kid that someday, this has got to end and that sooner or later, the kid is going to have to whoop some ass. Then the figure leaves the kid sitting there and disappears back into the shadows. At this point, the camera shows Johnny Craven sitting in this same alley way, as he wakes up, revealing that the tormented kid was a dream. Johnny Craven just stares ahead. Suddenly Johnny Craven's dark voice is heard through the night air.
Johnny Craven: It's been a long time since I've come back here to my past. Twelve years ago, I walked down this exact same alley way, trying to escape my fears...fears of rejection...humiliation...and tor-mention by my peers. They told me I was different...that I was a freak...that I would never be like the rest of them...looking back, they were absolutely right. I ran down this alley way, thinking I could escape those fears. I was wrong. Like everything else, it came to a dead end. Even now, I'm still haunted every night by my childhood. (As Johnny Craven stares ahead, his fists begin to clinch.) You know...someone once told me that sometime or another, you've gotta know when to quit running from your fears..and start whoopin some ass. They told me that there will always be a time for kickin ass and a place for kickin it in...That time is Sunday, April 15, 2007...That place is Sunday Slam,...(Just then, Johnny Craven looks up with a wicked smile.)...the man whose going to get his ass whooped...is Mike Ragnal. At Slam, Mike Ragnal and all of WCF are going to find out just how sadistic and demented that I am.
At that point, Johnny Craven begins to get up to get on his bike, when a kid approaches him and asks him why he attacked Adam Knite last Sunday at Blast. Johnny Craven grabs the kid by his shirt and stares at him before shoving him aside. Then he gets on his bike and rides away, a trail of flames rapidly following after.
Cameras Fade Out.
Scene opens up to a dark alley in a small town, where some kids are tormenting one of there own. It's Friday the 13th and the kids are wearing Jason masks and chasing the lonely kid through the alley ways until they come to a dead end. The kids continue tormenting the other kid and then begin to hit him and kick him. The kid screams out for help, but no one is around to hear his cries. Suddenly a figure steps out from the shadows and scares the other kids away. The figure just stares down at the kid as blood trickles down his face. He helps the kid up and tells him a few things. He tells the kid that someday, this has got to end and that sooner or later, the kid is going to have to whoop some ass. Then the figure leaves the kid sitting there and disappears back into the shadows. At this point, the camera shows Johnny Craven sitting in this same alley way, as he wakes up, revealing that the tormented kid was a dream. Johnny Craven just stares ahead. Suddenly Johnny Craven's dark voice is heard through the night air.
Johnny Craven: It's been a long time since I've come back here to my past. Twelve years ago, I walked down this exact same alley way, trying to escape my fears...fears of rejection...humiliation...and tor-mention by my peers. They told me I was different...that I was a freak...that I would never be like the rest of them...looking back, they were absolutely right. I ran down this alley way, thinking I could escape those fears. I was wrong. Like everything else, it came to a dead end. Even now, I'm still haunted every night by my childhood. (As Johnny Craven stares ahead, his fists begin to clinch.) You know...someone once told me that sometime or another, you've gotta know when to quit running from your fears..and start whoopin some ass. They told me that there will always be a time for kickin ass and a place for kickin it in...That time is Sunday, April 15, 2007...That place is Sunday Slam,...(Just then, Johnny Craven looks up with a wicked smile.)...the man whose going to get his ass whooped...is Mike Ragnal. At Slam, Mike Ragnal and all of WCF are going to find out just how sadistic and demented that I am.
At that point, Johnny Craven begins to get up to get on his bike, when a kid approaches him and asks him why he attacked Adam Knite last Sunday at Blast. Johnny Craven grabs the kid by his shirt and stares at him before shoving him aside. Then he gets on his bike and rides away, a trail of flames rapidly following after.
Cameras Fade Out.
