Post by johnnycraven on May 25, 2007 16:43:34 GMT -5
Cameras Fade In:
Recap plays of what has happened over the past week with Johnny Craven. The screen then goes black before coming back on showing the hospital where Johnny Craven is inside of a glass room. At this point, Johnny Craven still appears to be passed out. The t.v. is on and outside of the room, Chuck Watson and "Sweet" Willy Carter are waiting to hear more answers from the doctors. "Sweet" Willy Carter is on the phone telling whoever he's talking to the updates about Johnny Craven's condition.
"Sweet" Willy Carter: Yeah....yeah, I know. It really sucks that he can't be there this Sunday. I wonder if we can postpone it?
Voice on phone is Davey Boone's.
Davey Boone: Maybe....but I'd like to find the sorry mother f*cker that did this to him. It's really pissed me off. And the doctors said that he has a concussion?
"Sweet" Willy Carter: That's what they told us. They said that they were able to wake Craven up for a brief period of time yesterday and ask him some questions, but the said that Craven didn't really respond too well, and he didn't know who he was or who we were.
Davey Boone: Man....damn that sucks. I really hate this bullsh*t.
While Carter is talking to Boone on the phone, the cameras begin to pan over into Craven's room, where the t.v. is playing. Just as the cameras show the t.v., Danny Vice's most recent promo airs. As Danny Vice is speaking in his promo, the cameras pan over to Johnny Craven who begins to open his eyes and then looks up at the t.v. with a sick smile. During this time, Chuck Watson is off down the hallway talking to the doctors, and Carter has his back up against the outside of Craven's room. Johnny Craven begins to slowly sit up and starts pulling hospital chords off of his body. Then he slowly walks over to the area where "Sweet" Willy Carter is and just glares at him.
"Sweet" Willy Carter: Yeah Boone, it looks like you may be the only one who's going to make it to Timebomb this Sunday, seeing as....
All at once, Johnny Craven just busts through the glass and grabs the cell phone from Willy Carter and slowly lifts it up to his ear.
Johnny Craven: (In a dark voice): Boone....you know damn well that I'll be at Timebomb this Sunday.
Johnny Craven clicks the phone off and turns his attention towards the cameras before beginning to speak. He has that same sick smille again.
Johnny Craven: Danny Vice....three promos bashing me, and they all sucked. If you think that you've scared me from this match...then you ain't nothin but a deadman. I've heard every one of your promos this week, and to be honest with you, all I heard from them was the biggest bunch of bullshit that I've heard in my life. And ironically, it all came from the biggest ass wipe in the world too. I'll bet there's a lot of shit that comes out of your mouth each week, huh Dannys Vice. You seem to have singled me out in your promos this week, Dannys Vice. You claim that my promos are repeats...that they are old...well, if I'm not mistaken, I think that I've heard in many of your promos, where you call your opponent someone's little bitch. I've seen it many times in other wrestlers' promos as well. You wanna criticize my promos mother fucker? I don't remember ever asking you what you thought about my promos, jackass. Quite frankly, I don't give a damn rat's ass what you think of my promos you asshole son-of-a-bitch. What you need to be worrying about is the fact that it ain't just me that's in this match with you, Danny Vice. I'd like to think that, (sarcastically) since you're so smart, (serious) that you'd be more worried about Creeping Death than me. I mean think about it for a minute....Creeping Death is a veteran in this business and is certainly no stranger to hardcore matches, and you're worried about a rookie. And you come out here and say that you don't give a shit about Craven's name? I guaran-damn-tee you that you will come this Sunday. I heard you say that I've yet to prove to anyone....anything in this business. To be honest with you...you're absolutely right. I really ain't done shit in this business...YET! You want me to prove myself this Sunday, Danny Vice? No problem. I know I have a hell of a match ahead of me. I know who I have to go through to get that hardcore title. You and Creeping Death are both a hell of a force to go through. I know the odds are stacked against me. But that don't mean shit to me mother fucker. Yes sir....I've grown a new found hatred for Danny Vice.
Johnny Craven then flips the hospital bed up against the opposite wall and glares back into the camera, really pissed off.
Johnny Craven: Most people want to know just exactly what happened to me this past week. The answer....absolutely nothing. You see Danny Vice, I was never passed out from being beaten. It just looked that way because Watson and Carter were too stupid to know the difference. I mean think about it....why in the hell would anyone attack me in a chemical factory? I could barely stand it in there. The truth is very simple. You see, I knew going into this match that I was going to have to really be ready...so naturally I went to that old place to gather weapons for our match. Of course I did cut myself up a few times (that's where the blood came in), and the reason I was beginning to pass out whenever Carter and Watson found me, was because of the chemical fumes in that place. Apparently the some of the remnants of chemicals in that place are still there...and pretty damn strong. You're words got into my head...I'll admit it...and I lost control and destroyed my basement.
Now I know what you're thinking Danny Vice. You're probably thinking....why in the hell would I do this to myself? Why would I risk going into an old chemical factory and injuring my lungs, when I've got a match coming up this Sunday at Timebomb? It's very simple. I'll risk anything to be able to get in that ring and unleash the biggest bunch of hell that you've ever seen.
Just then, Davey Boone comes in and hands Johnny Craven a steel chair that Craven rigged up with four two-by-fours bolted onto the top half and barbed wire wrapped around the whole thing.
Johnny Craven: Danny Vice and Creeping Death....you bring all the weapons you can. I'm going to be bringing this (shows the chair). And I guarantee you that someone's going to bleed from this. And it ain't going to be me. Make no mistake about it, Danny Vice....I ain't just comin for your hardcore title this Sunday....I'm coming for...YOU!
Then, Johnny Craven takes his chair and smashes the flipped up bed and then smashes the rest of the glass walls, as he leaves the hospital, as the scene fades.
Cameras Fade Out.
Recap plays of what has happened over the past week with Johnny Craven. The screen then goes black before coming back on showing the hospital where Johnny Craven is inside of a glass room. At this point, Johnny Craven still appears to be passed out. The t.v. is on and outside of the room, Chuck Watson and "Sweet" Willy Carter are waiting to hear more answers from the doctors. "Sweet" Willy Carter is on the phone telling whoever he's talking to the updates about Johnny Craven's condition.
"Sweet" Willy Carter: Yeah....yeah, I know. It really sucks that he can't be there this Sunday. I wonder if we can postpone it?
Voice on phone is Davey Boone's.
Davey Boone: Maybe....but I'd like to find the sorry mother f*cker that did this to him. It's really pissed me off. And the doctors said that he has a concussion?
"Sweet" Willy Carter: That's what they told us. They said that they were able to wake Craven up for a brief period of time yesterday and ask him some questions, but the said that Craven didn't really respond too well, and he didn't know who he was or who we were.
Davey Boone: Man....damn that sucks. I really hate this bullsh*t.
While Carter is talking to Boone on the phone, the cameras begin to pan over into Craven's room, where the t.v. is playing. Just as the cameras show the t.v., Danny Vice's most recent promo airs. As Danny Vice is speaking in his promo, the cameras pan over to Johnny Craven who begins to open his eyes and then looks up at the t.v. with a sick smile. During this time, Chuck Watson is off down the hallway talking to the doctors, and Carter has his back up against the outside of Craven's room. Johnny Craven begins to slowly sit up and starts pulling hospital chords off of his body. Then he slowly walks over to the area where "Sweet" Willy Carter is and just glares at him.
"Sweet" Willy Carter: Yeah Boone, it looks like you may be the only one who's going to make it to Timebomb this Sunday, seeing as....
All at once, Johnny Craven just busts through the glass and grabs the cell phone from Willy Carter and slowly lifts it up to his ear.
Johnny Craven: (In a dark voice): Boone....you know damn well that I'll be at Timebomb this Sunday.
Johnny Craven clicks the phone off and turns his attention towards the cameras before beginning to speak. He has that same sick smille again.
Johnny Craven: Danny Vice....three promos bashing me, and they all sucked. If you think that you've scared me from this match...then you ain't nothin but a deadman. I've heard every one of your promos this week, and to be honest with you, all I heard from them was the biggest bunch of bullshit that I've heard in my life. And ironically, it all came from the biggest ass wipe in the world too. I'll bet there's a lot of shit that comes out of your mouth each week, huh Dannys Vice. You seem to have singled me out in your promos this week, Dannys Vice. You claim that my promos are repeats...that they are old...well, if I'm not mistaken, I think that I've heard in many of your promos, where you call your opponent someone's little bitch. I've seen it many times in other wrestlers' promos as well. You wanna criticize my promos mother fucker? I don't remember ever asking you what you thought about my promos, jackass. Quite frankly, I don't give a damn rat's ass what you think of my promos you asshole son-of-a-bitch. What you need to be worrying about is the fact that it ain't just me that's in this match with you, Danny Vice. I'd like to think that, (sarcastically) since you're so smart, (serious) that you'd be more worried about Creeping Death than me. I mean think about it for a minute....Creeping Death is a veteran in this business and is certainly no stranger to hardcore matches, and you're worried about a rookie. And you come out here and say that you don't give a shit about Craven's name? I guaran-damn-tee you that you will come this Sunday. I heard you say that I've yet to prove to anyone....anything in this business. To be honest with you...you're absolutely right. I really ain't done shit in this business...YET! You want me to prove myself this Sunday, Danny Vice? No problem. I know I have a hell of a match ahead of me. I know who I have to go through to get that hardcore title. You and Creeping Death are both a hell of a force to go through. I know the odds are stacked against me. But that don't mean shit to me mother fucker. Yes sir....I've grown a new found hatred for Danny Vice.
Johnny Craven then flips the hospital bed up against the opposite wall and glares back into the camera, really pissed off.
Johnny Craven: Most people want to know just exactly what happened to me this past week. The answer....absolutely nothing. You see Danny Vice, I was never passed out from being beaten. It just looked that way because Watson and Carter were too stupid to know the difference. I mean think about it....why in the hell would anyone attack me in a chemical factory? I could barely stand it in there. The truth is very simple. You see, I knew going into this match that I was going to have to really be ready...so naturally I went to that old place to gather weapons for our match. Of course I did cut myself up a few times (that's where the blood came in), and the reason I was beginning to pass out whenever Carter and Watson found me, was because of the chemical fumes in that place. Apparently the some of the remnants of chemicals in that place are still there...and pretty damn strong. You're words got into my head...I'll admit it...and I lost control and destroyed my basement.
Now I know what you're thinking Danny Vice. You're probably thinking....why in the hell would I do this to myself? Why would I risk going into an old chemical factory and injuring my lungs, when I've got a match coming up this Sunday at Timebomb? It's very simple. I'll risk anything to be able to get in that ring and unleash the biggest bunch of hell that you've ever seen.
Just then, Davey Boone comes in and hands Johnny Craven a steel chair that Craven rigged up with four two-by-fours bolted onto the top half and barbed wire wrapped around the whole thing.
Johnny Craven: Danny Vice and Creeping Death....you bring all the weapons you can. I'm going to be bringing this (shows the chair). And I guarantee you that someone's going to bleed from this. And it ain't going to be me. Make no mistake about it, Danny Vice....I ain't just comin for your hardcore title this Sunday....I'm coming for...YOU!
Then, Johnny Craven takes his chair and smashes the flipped up bed and then smashes the rest of the glass walls, as he leaves the hospital, as the scene fades.
Cameras Fade Out.