Post by johnnycraven on Oct 6, 2007 0:36:36 GMT -6
Cameras Fade In:
A video recap of Davey "the savior" Boone's career airs, as the world once again remembers the fallen legend. "The Scientist" by Coldplay, is heard in the background throughout the entire video. The video ends with Boone's picture and "1968 to 2007" written underneath the picture. As the video comes to an end, the screen flickers and goes completely black. After a few minutes, the screen comes back on, this time in the very cemetery where Boone was buried. Johnny Craven and Matt Parker are seen sitting by the gravestone, pondering about the past.
MP: So I've got to know. How come you didn't go to the funeral?
Johnny Craven: I couldn't man. It was too hard. Seems like only yesterday we were getting drunk like old times. It was one of the last times I ever saw the man. Boone was a legend in the ring no doubt...but more importantly, he was my brother. I used to always go to him for advice. You see, if it weren't for Boone, my career never would have taken off like it did.
MP: He taught me a lot too. He used to tell me about being in WCF and the Red River Mafia. You probably didn't know this, but Boone was teaching me how to wrestle as well as Seth Drabble.
Johnny Craven: Oh yeah? Good. Your ass ain't worth nothing as it is anyways. You need to get in that ring and get your ass kicked a few times. It'd do you some good. I..I just can't believe this happened. I learned everything I know about wrestling, from Boone. Sometimes I think that it's just not worth furthering my career with Boone gone.
Matt Parker pulls out a cigarette and lights it up.
MP: Don't say that man. You've got plenty going for you right now. You've got a number one contender-ship match for the National Title against John Anthony. You're the first person to have pinned Dr. Pepper. That's incredible man. So what are you going to do?
Johnny Craven: I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I'll tell you what's going to happen. Come this Sunday at Mind Games, I've got myself a number one contender's match for the nCw National Title. And I'll tell you this...it's going to be a hell of a match and there ain't no way I'm walking out of that arena without my National title shot. Now, I know who Rich "The Xtreme One" Marciano is. I even know who his manager is...but what I don't know who is who the hell this John Anthony is. I don't know a damn thing about the man aside from what I've seen from him in that ring here in nCw. But regardless of whether he's a steaming pile of monkey crap or a bottle sucking ass wipe, the fact is that come this Sunday, yours truly is going to walk down to that ring and whoop the hell out of that stupid son of a bitch.
MP: That's what I like to hear. Oh by the way, I brought you a little something. Here...(He walks back to the 68 Shelby and pulls out an ice chest full of beer.)..this will help you out a little, or at least it should. You do know there's a damn good chance that The Empire could get involved in this match somehow, don't you?
Craven takes a beer and looks at it and then tosses it aside, refusing to drink anymore.
Johnny Craven: Yeah I know. And just the same, there's a damn good chance that Danny Vice could stick his nose in this match as well. I've looked at all scenarios man. I know what can happen. Regardless of what happens, I will walk down to that ring, beat Anthony's ass and take what's rightfully mine...what I deserve...MY nCw National title shot. You see, John Anthony has debts to pay and come Mind Games, he will pay up, and I will come to collect my due, and that being my official shot to go one on one with Jack Manson for the National Championship. I also want Jack Manson to watch this match. I don't care where he watches it, I don't care how he watches it, and I sure as hell don't give a rat's ass who he watches the match with. The fact of the matter is, that I want him to watch this match and I want him to understand that once I get through beating the hell out of John Anthony, I'm going to come looking for Manson so I can cash in for the reward, the grand prize, the golden ticket, MY nCw National Championship.
MP: Man, that title shot's as good as yours. It's time for the collector to retrieve his pay.
Johnny Craven: But there's just one more thing. Come Mind Games, when I walk down to that ring, I'm not going to whoop the hell out of Anthony for me. I'm not going to whoop the hell out him for you, Matt or anyone else. I'm going to whoop some ass for Davey Boone. This title shot's for you, Boone.
Craven points to the sky and closes his eyes as he remembers Boone one last time. Scene fades out.
Cameras Fade Out.
A video recap of Davey "the savior" Boone's career airs, as the world once again remembers the fallen legend. "The Scientist" by Coldplay, is heard in the background throughout the entire video. The video ends with Boone's picture and "1968 to 2007" written underneath the picture. As the video comes to an end, the screen flickers and goes completely black. After a few minutes, the screen comes back on, this time in the very cemetery where Boone was buried. Johnny Craven and Matt Parker are seen sitting by the gravestone, pondering about the past.
MP: So I've got to know. How come you didn't go to the funeral?
Johnny Craven: I couldn't man. It was too hard. Seems like only yesterday we were getting drunk like old times. It was one of the last times I ever saw the man. Boone was a legend in the ring no doubt...but more importantly, he was my brother. I used to always go to him for advice. You see, if it weren't for Boone, my career never would have taken off like it did.
MP: He taught me a lot too. He used to tell me about being in WCF and the Red River Mafia. You probably didn't know this, but Boone was teaching me how to wrestle as well as Seth Drabble.
Johnny Craven: Oh yeah? Good. Your ass ain't worth nothing as it is anyways. You need to get in that ring and get your ass kicked a few times. It'd do you some good. I..I just can't believe this happened. I learned everything I know about wrestling, from Boone. Sometimes I think that it's just not worth furthering my career with Boone gone.
Matt Parker pulls out a cigarette and lights it up.
MP: Don't say that man. You've got plenty going for you right now. You've got a number one contender-ship match for the National Title against John Anthony. You're the first person to have pinned Dr. Pepper. That's incredible man. So what are you going to do?
Johnny Craven: I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I'll tell you what's going to happen. Come this Sunday at Mind Games, I've got myself a number one contender's match for the nCw National Title. And I'll tell you this...it's going to be a hell of a match and there ain't no way I'm walking out of that arena without my National title shot. Now, I know who Rich "The Xtreme One" Marciano is. I even know who his manager is...but what I don't know who is who the hell this John Anthony is. I don't know a damn thing about the man aside from what I've seen from him in that ring here in nCw. But regardless of whether he's a steaming pile of monkey crap or a bottle sucking ass wipe, the fact is that come this Sunday, yours truly is going to walk down to that ring and whoop the hell out of that stupid son of a bitch.
MP: That's what I like to hear. Oh by the way, I brought you a little something. Here...(He walks back to the 68 Shelby and pulls out an ice chest full of beer.)..this will help you out a little, or at least it should. You do know there's a damn good chance that The Empire could get involved in this match somehow, don't you?
Craven takes a beer and looks at it and then tosses it aside, refusing to drink anymore.
Johnny Craven: Yeah I know. And just the same, there's a damn good chance that Danny Vice could stick his nose in this match as well. I've looked at all scenarios man. I know what can happen. Regardless of what happens, I will walk down to that ring, beat Anthony's ass and take what's rightfully mine...what I deserve...MY nCw National title shot. You see, John Anthony has debts to pay and come Mind Games, he will pay up, and I will come to collect my due, and that being my official shot to go one on one with Jack Manson for the National Championship. I also want Jack Manson to watch this match. I don't care where he watches it, I don't care how he watches it, and I sure as hell don't give a rat's ass who he watches the match with. The fact of the matter is, that I want him to watch this match and I want him to understand that once I get through beating the hell out of John Anthony, I'm going to come looking for Manson so I can cash in for the reward, the grand prize, the golden ticket, MY nCw National Championship.
MP: Man, that title shot's as good as yours. It's time for the collector to retrieve his pay.
Johnny Craven: But there's just one more thing. Come Mind Games, when I walk down to that ring, I'm not going to whoop the hell out of Anthony for me. I'm not going to whoop the hell out him for you, Matt or anyone else. I'm going to whoop some ass for Davey Boone. This title shot's for you, Boone.
Craven points to the sky and closes his eyes as he remembers Boone one last time. Scene fades out.
Cameras Fade Out.