Post by johnnycraven on Jul 11, 2007 2:18:02 GMT -5
Cameras Fade In:
Scene opens up to a hotel suite in Tokyo, Japan. Davey "the savior" Boone, Rich "The Xtreme One" Marciano and his wife, Chuck Watson, and "Texas Red" Johnny Craven are all seen sitting around in the suite. There's a table of food which they ordered and are all eating from. There's even a real nice bar where Rich and his wife are drinking wine and such. Johnny Craven has his own cooler of beers and Jack Daniels. He pulls out a bottle of Jack and begins to drink away. The television is going, and at this time, Danny Vice's promo airs.
Davey Boone: Oh, what's this shit about? This sorry fucker don't know when to shut the hell up does he?
Rich Marciano: Obviously not. Johnny, I'm begging you, beat the fuck out of this sorry asshole this Friday. Beat his ass all up and down these streets.
Chuck Watson: Johnny, you've been awful quiet over there. Come to think of it, you've been awful quiet the entire trip over here. Something on your mind?
Johnny Craven: I just don't understand Vice. I guess he'll never learn. He'll never get it. Every time I've said anything to Vice or about Vice, he thinks he has to go and pop his mouth off about it. I mean, he criticizes every damn thing I say.
Davey Boone: I know, and all he talks about is (sarcastically) "I beat Skyler Striker and I beat Bobby Cairo and this guy and that." And then he wants to act like everyone's scared to get into a hardcore match against him. Craven, you beat the hell out of him in a hardcore match, at Timebomb. And you shocked the hell out him when you showed up on Slam last week, even after taking a vicious chair shot from Vice on Slam the week before.
Johnny Craven: Talking about all his past successes and who he's beaten. He wants to bring up past shit, ok...fuck it, we'll bring up past shit. He ran his mouth off at me two months ago, and I beat his little ass at Timebomb and took his hardcore title. And then, he popped his mouth off again a month ago, and wound up getting his ass slammed, by CD, through another glass table at Explosion, thus screwing himself out of the hardcore title once again. He'll never learn. The more he runs his mouth off about being far superior than his opponents, the more he's going to get his ass beat around here.
Rich Marciano: Yeah, and what's all this analogy shit Vice is talking about?
Johnny Craven: Did it sound like I was comparing myself to Jason Voorhies?
Chuck Watson: Well....
Davey Boone: Shut the hell up Chuck, you stupid sumbitch.
Johnny Craven: Vice, if you want to get all theoretical about it, than hear me out. Nowhere was I ever trying to compare myself to Jason Voorhies. I ain't no damn ax murderer or anything. If you would have used your brain and thought a little harder about what I said, then you would have known that I was talking about how you don't think I have what it takes in a street fight. I never said shit about you doubting yourself. You tell me that I don't know what I'm getting myself into by agreeing to this match...well hell boy, all your doing is just doubting me. You're doubting my abilities. You're doubting that I can survive in a street fight. You're trying to hype yourself up and make me scared to fight you. Let me put it to you this way. I beat your ass in a hardcore match, and I guaran-damn-tee you that I can whoop your sorry ass in a street fight. I mean, open up your damn eyes and think about these things before you run your fucking mouth.
Rich Marciano: You know, these analogies and shit...what Vice said would have gotten his ass beat where I come from. Craven, I want to see you throw this sorry son-of-a-bitch through a car wind shield. Maybe that'll finally make him shut the fuck up once and for all.
Davey Boone: There ain't nobody in the WCF that can stand that sorry mother fucker. He's gonna get his ass beat and that's all there is to it.
Johnny Craven: Bottom line is this, Vice. You can spit out all the damn analogies you want to, but when XIII comes around, and you're still running your fucking mouth, I'm going to drag your little carcass to the streets and whoop your sorry little ass all over Tokyo and show you exactly why they call me Texas Red! And when it's all said and done, Vice, and when your little buddies come and pick you up off the streets, maybe then you'll learn to keep your damn mouth shut and take your little analogies and two cents about every damn thing I say, and shove them sumbitches right up your ass.
Davey Boone: That's what I like to hear! Craven, come Friday, you go out there and shut that sorry sumbitch up for good. Until then, we need to hit the gym...that is if they've got one of those around here.
All agree with Davey Boone and all leave the hotel suite, as the scene fades out.
Cameras Fade Out.
Scene opens up to a hotel suite in Tokyo, Japan. Davey "the savior" Boone, Rich "The Xtreme One" Marciano and his wife, Chuck Watson, and "Texas Red" Johnny Craven are all seen sitting around in the suite. There's a table of food which they ordered and are all eating from. There's even a real nice bar where Rich and his wife are drinking wine and such. Johnny Craven has his own cooler of beers and Jack Daniels. He pulls out a bottle of Jack and begins to drink away. The television is going, and at this time, Danny Vice's promo airs.
Davey Boone: Oh, what's this shit about? This sorry fucker don't know when to shut the hell up does he?
Rich Marciano: Obviously not. Johnny, I'm begging you, beat the fuck out of this sorry asshole this Friday. Beat his ass all up and down these streets.
Chuck Watson: Johnny, you've been awful quiet over there. Come to think of it, you've been awful quiet the entire trip over here. Something on your mind?
Johnny Craven: I just don't understand Vice. I guess he'll never learn. He'll never get it. Every time I've said anything to Vice or about Vice, he thinks he has to go and pop his mouth off about it. I mean, he criticizes every damn thing I say.
Davey Boone: I know, and all he talks about is (sarcastically) "I beat Skyler Striker and I beat Bobby Cairo and this guy and that." And then he wants to act like everyone's scared to get into a hardcore match against him. Craven, you beat the hell out of him in a hardcore match, at Timebomb. And you shocked the hell out him when you showed up on Slam last week, even after taking a vicious chair shot from Vice on Slam the week before.
Johnny Craven: Talking about all his past successes and who he's beaten. He wants to bring up past shit, ok...fuck it, we'll bring up past shit. He ran his mouth off at me two months ago, and I beat his little ass at Timebomb and took his hardcore title. And then, he popped his mouth off again a month ago, and wound up getting his ass slammed, by CD, through another glass table at Explosion, thus screwing himself out of the hardcore title once again. He'll never learn. The more he runs his mouth off about being far superior than his opponents, the more he's going to get his ass beat around here.
Rich Marciano: Yeah, and what's all this analogy shit Vice is talking about?
Johnny Craven: Did it sound like I was comparing myself to Jason Voorhies?
Chuck Watson: Well....
Davey Boone: Shut the hell up Chuck, you stupid sumbitch.
Johnny Craven: Vice, if you want to get all theoretical about it, than hear me out. Nowhere was I ever trying to compare myself to Jason Voorhies. I ain't no damn ax murderer or anything. If you would have used your brain and thought a little harder about what I said, then you would have known that I was talking about how you don't think I have what it takes in a street fight. I never said shit about you doubting yourself. You tell me that I don't know what I'm getting myself into by agreeing to this match...well hell boy, all your doing is just doubting me. You're doubting my abilities. You're doubting that I can survive in a street fight. You're trying to hype yourself up and make me scared to fight you. Let me put it to you this way. I beat your ass in a hardcore match, and I guaran-damn-tee you that I can whoop your sorry ass in a street fight. I mean, open up your damn eyes and think about these things before you run your fucking mouth.
Rich Marciano: You know, these analogies and shit...what Vice said would have gotten his ass beat where I come from. Craven, I want to see you throw this sorry son-of-a-bitch through a car wind shield. Maybe that'll finally make him shut the fuck up once and for all.
Davey Boone: There ain't nobody in the WCF that can stand that sorry mother fucker. He's gonna get his ass beat and that's all there is to it.
Johnny Craven: Bottom line is this, Vice. You can spit out all the damn analogies you want to, but when XIII comes around, and you're still running your fucking mouth, I'm going to drag your little carcass to the streets and whoop your sorry little ass all over Tokyo and show you exactly why they call me Texas Red! And when it's all said and done, Vice, and when your little buddies come and pick you up off the streets, maybe then you'll learn to keep your damn mouth shut and take your little analogies and two cents about every damn thing I say, and shove them sumbitches right up your ass.
Davey Boone: That's what I like to hear! Craven, come Friday, you go out there and shut that sorry sumbitch up for good. Until then, we need to hit the gym...that is if they've got one of those around here.
All agree with Davey Boone and all leave the hotel suite, as the scene fades out.
Cameras Fade Out.
