Post by Corey Black on Jun 27, 2007 2:49:01 GMT -5
Our scene opens up to Creeping Death in front of an "XIII" banner, obviously promoting his own PPV. CD's hands are at his side as he begins.
Creeping Death: Hello Johnny Craven! I'm here to dispell a few things you said!
First of all, I did not book myself in a World Title Match, no no no. I booked myself against Skyler Striker, and offered him the chance to keep the title off the line. He was the one that decided to put the title up, not me. So you're little speal about how undeserving I am is a load of crap, because anyone else with the power would have just put the title up. Striker one, buddy.
Creeping Death holds up the WCF Hardcore Title into camera view.
Creeping Death: Strike two comes when mentioning this. I am not having parties while you sit there and drink your Jack Daniels randomly. I am also uncaring of the fact that I'm always on your mind. I'm on everyone's mind, Johnny. The unfinished business you think we have will surely be resolved in the same way it was Sunday at Explosion. I have no doubt in my mind.
CD puts the Hardcore Title back down.
Creeping Death: And strike three is thinking I put you and Danny up in a match to eliminate you guys. Wrong again. Danny Vice requested a match agaisnt you, Craven. I, being the nice guy that I am, granted him his wish. When it comes to Thirteen (XIII), it isn't only what I want, but I listen to people as well. Your boys Davey Boone and TXO wanted a tag match against some WCF Japan guys? Granted. Mike Ragnal wanted a WCF Japan guy? Granted. Torture and JJ Biggs wanted to come back and show everyone what they're made of? Shit yes, granted.
I feel like I've said this before, but the next time you wish to try to play me like a clown, please don't, because it is not only impossible, but it will be flipped around on you. Three strikes, you're out.
The scene fades out with CD walking off screen.
Creeping Death: Hello Johnny Craven! I'm here to dispell a few things you said!
First of all, I did not book myself in a World Title Match, no no no. I booked myself against Skyler Striker, and offered him the chance to keep the title off the line. He was the one that decided to put the title up, not me. So you're little speal about how undeserving I am is a load of crap, because anyone else with the power would have just put the title up. Striker one, buddy.
Creeping Death holds up the WCF Hardcore Title into camera view.
Creeping Death: Strike two comes when mentioning this. I am not having parties while you sit there and drink your Jack Daniels randomly. I am also uncaring of the fact that I'm always on your mind. I'm on everyone's mind, Johnny. The unfinished business you think we have will surely be resolved in the same way it was Sunday at Explosion. I have no doubt in my mind.
CD puts the Hardcore Title back down.
Creeping Death: And strike three is thinking I put you and Danny up in a match to eliminate you guys. Wrong again. Danny Vice requested a match agaisnt you, Craven. I, being the nice guy that I am, granted him his wish. When it comes to Thirteen (XIII), it isn't only what I want, but I listen to people as well. Your boys Davey Boone and TXO wanted a tag match against some WCF Japan guys? Granted. Mike Ragnal wanted a WCF Japan guy? Granted. Torture and JJ Biggs wanted to come back and show everyone what they're made of? Shit yes, granted.
I feel like I've said this before, but the next time you wish to try to play me like a clown, please don't, because it is not only impossible, but it will be flipped around on you. Three strikes, you're out.
The scene fades out with CD walking off screen.
