Post by johnnycraven on May 30, 2007 18:34:27 GMT -5
Cameras Fade In:
A recap of the triple threat hardcore title match from last Sunday at Timebomb airs. The finale of the match is shown in slow mode over and over again, including Creeping Death's assault on Danny Vice after the match. Then, the cameras fade to black before coming back on in Johnny Craven's basement. Johnny Craven is seen talking on his cell phone seemingly to Davey Boone.
Johnny Craven: Yeah Boone, I still can't believe it either. I am the WCF hardcore champion...hell yeah. There's just one thing I didn't like about Timebomb...you being forced to leave the WCF. I mean, that means that the Red River Mafia is no more...(jokingly) not that it was anything to begin with, but it's no more. I mean, if you didn't want the Red River Mafia to be a part of WCF, all you had to do, BROTHER, was just ask. (Craven laughs and then gets serious and points to his face)
Davey Boone: Yeah I know...but man, sometimes you got to do what you got to do. I thought that I had Outcast's number, but his little posse showed up as usual, and well, the rest is history. But you hang in there man. I mean, you are the WCF hardcore champion, and that just kicks ass. And by the way, the Red River Mafia WAS something. We were a dominant force here in WCF and no one stood in our way. But you never know....there may be a time when Johnny Craven and Davey Boone team up once again and run a muck in this business.
Johnny Craven: Oh hell yeah man...but I'll tell ya, it ain't going to be the same around here without ya. But I'll manage. I mean I do have Chuck Watson and "Sweet" Willy Carter backing me up.
Just then, a knock is heard at the door. Johnny Craven opens the door to find hundreds of the press and reporters wanting to ask him questions. He quickly closes the door and continues talking to Dave Boone.
Johnny Craven: Oh shit...hey man, I'm gonna have to call you back...yeah, I think the asshole posse just showed up.
Johnny Craven clicks his cell phone and barely opens the door when they all bombard into his house and begin asking question after question. This just pisses Johnny Craven off enough to where he kicks them all out of his house.
Johnny Craven: Hey man, you'd better get that damn microphone out of my face before I shove it up your ass. Everyone of you get the hell out of my house. If it's one thing I can't stand, it's a bunch of ass wipe reporters wanting to stick their noses up someone's ass just so they can get a bit of information out of them, fuck it up in a newspaper clipping, and get a fucking pay check for it. I'll be damn if that's gonna happen to me. So everyone of ya...piss off.
They all begin to leave, when Johnny Craven spots the camera man and holds him back.
Johnny Craven: Hold on man...you got a Mic on that camera?
Camera Man: Yes sir, I do.
Johnny Craven: Good...then roll your camera, cause this is going to get you into the big offices in no time.
The camera begins to roll and Johnny Craven looks into the camera with a pissed off look and begins to speak.
Johnny Craven: I know that by now, most of you know that I, "Texas Red" Johnny Craven, am the new WCF hardcore champion. And I know that it came as quite a shock to very fan in that arena last Sunday, every fan watching Timebomb at home, and to every damn superstar in that locker room. I mean hell, it even came as a shock to me. These past few days, I've heard people talking. I've heard people saying that the only reason that I won the title, was because Creeping Death came out to the ring and assaulted Danny Vice. They say that it was at that point that I was able to, as they claim, "easily" pin Danny Vice for the win. Some have even gone so far as to say that I stole the title from Danny Vice...that until Creeping Death showed up, Vice had me beat.
Johnny Craven walks over to his fridge and grabs a beer and begins to drink before speaking again. The press is still heard outside of Craven's front door.
Johnny Craven: These past few days, I've had ample time to think about the the comments that I've heard. To be honest with you...those of you who claimed that Danny Vice had me beat...are absolutely...right. I mean, taking a HALO shot from Danny Vice with a trash can on me was...well it felt like hell. I mean, you'd all have been knocked out too if you were in my position. It's a heck of a move. Now I'm not saying that I flat out got my ass beat in that match, because I didn't. I said that I was going to go toe to toe with whoever was in that match, and I sure as hell did just that. I knew I had to go through Creeping Death...I knew I had to go through Danny Vice...and I did it. But, I did something during that match that I had previously not done. I learned how to respect Danny Vice. I know that last week, I stated that I had a hatred for Danny Vice. The only reason I said that was because his words had gotten into my head. I mean all week long last week, he played damn good mind games with me, and they begin to wear me down. That's what I really hated...his mind games, not the man himself. Danny Vice, I've got nothing but the utmost respect for you man. And I know that you're thinking that I'm only saying this because I won. The truth is, I've always respected you...just not as much as I do now. Whether I won or lost last Sunday, Danny Vice still would have earned my utmost respect.
Johnny Craven drinks more of his beer before throwing it up against the wall and getting another one from the fridge. At this time, the press is even louder than before, banging on Craven's front door and threatening to break in if necessary.
Johnny Craven: Now I know what happened after our match last Sunday at Timebomb. I know Creeping Death assaulted Danny Vice with that glass table. To be honest with you, I wasn't the least bit impressed. I really don't know what to think of Creeping Death's actions. I don't know why he did it, or what motivated him to do it. I just know that it never should have happened. Now this Sunday at Slam, I'm having to team up with Creeping Death in a match against Danny Vice and Mike Ragnal. I really don't know what to think of that either. You see, I do have respect for Creeping Death, but you have to remember one thing...that son-of-a-bitch has my title. He assaulted Danny Vice, took MY hardcore title and then walked out of that arena. That's what really pissed me off. Creeping Death, you pissed off the wrong man when you decided to take my title from me. I ain't the one who cowarded out of the match. I was there til the very end.
Just then, Johnny Craven's door gets busted open a little bit, and the press tries to break it down some more and enter the house. Upon seeing this, Johnny Craven looks at the camera man and tells him to leave out the back and make himself scarce for a while until they can finish the interview somewhere else, where there ain't no damn press. Then he and Johnny Craven leave out the back of the basement/house and the camera man runs off one way, and Craven jumps on his bike and heads off another way just as the press finally break down the front door....(To be continued.)
Cameras Fade Out.
A recap of the triple threat hardcore title match from last Sunday at Timebomb airs. The finale of the match is shown in slow mode over and over again, including Creeping Death's assault on Danny Vice after the match. Then, the cameras fade to black before coming back on in Johnny Craven's basement. Johnny Craven is seen talking on his cell phone seemingly to Davey Boone.
Johnny Craven: Yeah Boone, I still can't believe it either. I am the WCF hardcore champion...hell yeah. There's just one thing I didn't like about Timebomb...you being forced to leave the WCF. I mean, that means that the Red River Mafia is no more...(jokingly) not that it was anything to begin with, but it's no more. I mean, if you didn't want the Red River Mafia to be a part of WCF, all you had to do, BROTHER, was just ask. (Craven laughs and then gets serious and points to his face)
Davey Boone: Yeah I know...but man, sometimes you got to do what you got to do. I thought that I had Outcast's number, but his little posse showed up as usual, and well, the rest is history. But you hang in there man. I mean, you are the WCF hardcore champion, and that just kicks ass. And by the way, the Red River Mafia WAS something. We were a dominant force here in WCF and no one stood in our way. But you never know....there may be a time when Johnny Craven and Davey Boone team up once again and run a muck in this business.
Johnny Craven: Oh hell yeah man...but I'll tell ya, it ain't going to be the same around here without ya. But I'll manage. I mean I do have Chuck Watson and "Sweet" Willy Carter backing me up.
Just then, a knock is heard at the door. Johnny Craven opens the door to find hundreds of the press and reporters wanting to ask him questions. He quickly closes the door and continues talking to Dave Boone.
Johnny Craven: Oh shit...hey man, I'm gonna have to call you back...yeah, I think the asshole posse just showed up.
Johnny Craven clicks his cell phone and barely opens the door when they all bombard into his house and begin asking question after question. This just pisses Johnny Craven off enough to where he kicks them all out of his house.
Johnny Craven: Hey man, you'd better get that damn microphone out of my face before I shove it up your ass. Everyone of you get the hell out of my house. If it's one thing I can't stand, it's a bunch of ass wipe reporters wanting to stick their noses up someone's ass just so they can get a bit of information out of them, fuck it up in a newspaper clipping, and get a fucking pay check for it. I'll be damn if that's gonna happen to me. So everyone of ya...piss off.
They all begin to leave, when Johnny Craven spots the camera man and holds him back.
Johnny Craven: Hold on man...you got a Mic on that camera?
Camera Man: Yes sir, I do.
Johnny Craven: Good...then roll your camera, cause this is going to get you into the big offices in no time.
The camera begins to roll and Johnny Craven looks into the camera with a pissed off look and begins to speak.
Johnny Craven: I know that by now, most of you know that I, "Texas Red" Johnny Craven, am the new WCF hardcore champion. And I know that it came as quite a shock to very fan in that arena last Sunday, every fan watching Timebomb at home, and to every damn superstar in that locker room. I mean hell, it even came as a shock to me. These past few days, I've heard people talking. I've heard people saying that the only reason that I won the title, was because Creeping Death came out to the ring and assaulted Danny Vice. They say that it was at that point that I was able to, as they claim, "easily" pin Danny Vice for the win. Some have even gone so far as to say that I stole the title from Danny Vice...that until Creeping Death showed up, Vice had me beat.
Johnny Craven walks over to his fridge and grabs a beer and begins to drink before speaking again. The press is still heard outside of Craven's front door.
Johnny Craven: These past few days, I've had ample time to think about the the comments that I've heard. To be honest with you...those of you who claimed that Danny Vice had me beat...are absolutely...right. I mean, taking a HALO shot from Danny Vice with a trash can on me was...well it felt like hell. I mean, you'd all have been knocked out too if you were in my position. It's a heck of a move. Now I'm not saying that I flat out got my ass beat in that match, because I didn't. I said that I was going to go toe to toe with whoever was in that match, and I sure as hell did just that. I knew I had to go through Creeping Death...I knew I had to go through Danny Vice...and I did it. But, I did something during that match that I had previously not done. I learned how to respect Danny Vice. I know that last week, I stated that I had a hatred for Danny Vice. The only reason I said that was because his words had gotten into my head. I mean all week long last week, he played damn good mind games with me, and they begin to wear me down. That's what I really hated...his mind games, not the man himself. Danny Vice, I've got nothing but the utmost respect for you man. And I know that you're thinking that I'm only saying this because I won. The truth is, I've always respected you...just not as much as I do now. Whether I won or lost last Sunday, Danny Vice still would have earned my utmost respect.
Johnny Craven drinks more of his beer before throwing it up against the wall and getting another one from the fridge. At this time, the press is even louder than before, banging on Craven's front door and threatening to break in if necessary.
Johnny Craven: Now I know what happened after our match last Sunday at Timebomb. I know Creeping Death assaulted Danny Vice with that glass table. To be honest with you, I wasn't the least bit impressed. I really don't know what to think of Creeping Death's actions. I don't know why he did it, or what motivated him to do it. I just know that it never should have happened. Now this Sunday at Slam, I'm having to team up with Creeping Death in a match against Danny Vice and Mike Ragnal. I really don't know what to think of that either. You see, I do have respect for Creeping Death, but you have to remember one thing...that son-of-a-bitch has my title. He assaulted Danny Vice, took MY hardcore title and then walked out of that arena. That's what really pissed me off. Creeping Death, you pissed off the wrong man when you decided to take my title from me. I ain't the one who cowarded out of the match. I was there til the very end.
Just then, Johnny Craven's door gets busted open a little bit, and the press tries to break it down some more and enter the house. Upon seeing this, Johnny Craven looks at the camera man and tells him to leave out the back and make himself scarce for a while until they can finish the interview somewhere else, where there ain't no damn press. Then he and Johnny Craven leave out the back of the basement/house and the camera man runs off one way, and Craven jumps on his bike and heads off another way just as the press finally break down the front door....(To be continued.)
Cameras Fade Out.