Post by johnnycraven on Aug 10, 2007 1:42:52 GMT -6
Cameras Fade In:
Scene opens back up onto the streets of Lubbock, Texas, where Johnny Craven and his manager, Matt Parker, have been frantically searching for information on who Taft really is. The scene opens to see Matt Parker sitting on a bench, with his arms around two very beautiful women. He is talking away with these two women as if nothing else mattered.
MP: So ladies, either of you wrestling fans? The reason being is because it just so happens that you two are conversing with an nCw superstar in the flesh.
Lady 1: Oh yeah? Which one are you?
MP: Well, I don't like to brag, but they call me "Texas Red." (Smiles real big)
Lady 2: You're "Texas Red" Johnny Craven?
MP: (Smiling again) The one and only. You see ladies, I'm what you would call a man among men. I'm a champion among champions.
Lady 1: Hold on. I've never seen you wrestle, but from what everyone else tells me, you're supposed to be taller and stronger.
MP: Oh, well you know, I usually let my muscles relax on my days off. You know, when I'm not in the ring. And as far as the whole height thing goes, I changed it on my contract because...well, it's a wrestling thing. You wouldn't understand. But fret not, my ladies. I'm the real deal baby.
Lady 2: Well then who was the other dude that you were walking with earlier? I saw there were two of you.
MP: Oh, well, that was my manager. His name is Matt Parker. He's a pretty good manager I guess. I mean, you know, he holds his own.
While Matt Parker is talking, Johnny Craven is seen walking up behind Parker where he stops and just glares down at him. Matt doesn't even know he's there.
MP: I mean, the guy's a good manager, but he could do more, you know? He does kind of screw up a lot. And he's a psycho too. I mean, you would almost swear he came from some kind of mental institution. The dude's a freak. He likes to take walks at night, like around midnight or later, and I think he goes to graveyards and stuff. It's a little weird. But it's like the dude never gets it. Half the time I'm around him, it's like he's not all there. Like he's zoned out or on crack or something. I'm telling you, I may have to fire him, for my own safety..................................He's behind me isn't he?
Both girls nod yes and both get up and leave. Johnny just stands there and shakes his head in disgust and disappointment.
Johnny Craven: And you call yourself a ladies' man? You're sick you know that? If you've resorted to pretending to be someone else just to pick up chicks, then you've got problems. Now, while you were over here, making an ass of yourself, I took the liberty of making a phone call to an old friend who just so happened to have the information that I needed on Taft. So let's go.
MP: OK. You're not going to fire me...are you? Boss?
Johnny Craven: Don’t call me boss. Now let’s go.
MP: So what all did you find out?
Johnny Craven: Well, I did find out that he has a little prick of a manager.
MP: Oh yeah. I remember. Mountain right?
Johnny Craven: Close enough.
They both keep walking along until coming upon a convenience store. Parker thinks he has to go inside and get himself a drink, so off he goes. While he’s gone, Craven takes the time to look into the camera and address Taft.
Johnny Craven: So this is how it is, huh Taft? You and me, one on one, at Collision. You know, last week, after I beat Dave Holland, you had to see fit to come in and attack Dave while he was down. Dave and I went the limits. We raised the whole damn roof off that place. And then you thought you had to make a name for yourself by attacking him afterwards. I would have figured a big man like you would have had the guts to go up against Dave, face to face. But instead, you decided to be a little coward and attack him after the match. Well, let me ask you something. Did it make you feel big? Are you proud of yourself for doing it? You ask me, I think you ain’t nothing but a little bitch! And from what I've read, you like to think you're Riddick. Or Fox Mulder. Everybody knows they're both ficticious characters, which, if you think hard enough, is my exact opinion of you, Taft. You think you can just come out here and beat up on everybody that sets foot in that ring? You want people to fear you? Look around you pal. Does it look like anyone fears you? Oh hell no. You see, what you did last week, you crossed the line. I’ve got the utmost amount of respect for Dave Holland because when he steps into that ring, it’s all about business. He doesn’t attack people from behind, like a coward. When he gets into that ring, he goes face to face with his opponent, like a man. He’s one of the best in the business. And when he makes his return, he's going to open up the biggest bunch of hell on your ass, and there's nothing you can do about it. And I guarantee you this, Taft. Come this Sunday, when we set foot in that ring, you’re going to find out what it’s like to be in the ring with the baddest of them all! You like to think that you’re the only big man in the business. Seeing as how you like to go around beating up on people, at Collision, we’re going to see how well you like going toe to toe with Texas Red! Mark my words, Taft. Come this Sunday, you and me are going to square off, and I promise you this. If your little mountain bitch decides to get involved in the match somehow, I’m going to whoop the hell out of him right there in the middle of that ring, and then kick his ass all the way back to Colorado. Then, I’m going to whoop the hell out of Taft and then whoop the hell out of him again for hiring an asshole like Mountain, for a manager. So Taft, you better put on your black FBI suit, because I've got an X file for you, and it's called "How in the hell did I get my ass kicked by Johnny Craven, at Collision?" You better prepare yourself for this Sunday, Taft. Because when that bell rings, it doesn't matter if you come as Riddick. It doesn't matter if you come as Mulder or even Det. John Kimball himself. When that bell rings, there ain’t nothing that’s going to stop me from whoopin the hell out of your sorry son of a b**** ass and that’s all there is to it!
Just then, Matt Parker comes busting out of the convenience store, looking like he just saw a ghost.
MP: Dude, you’re not going to believe what I just saw. They had a little t.v. in there and low and behold, Davey Boone came on. (Parker catches his breath before speaking again) He challenged you man. To a match.
Johnny Craven: He challenged me?
MP: Yeah. He said he needed a warm-up match before his match against Ray Clark at Road to the Gold. And, he challenged you. Non-sanctioned match. The nCw is not responsible for anything that happens before, during, or after this match. Basically, anything goes.
Johnny Craven: Of all the wrestlers he could have chosen, he challenged me? (He then smiles a sick smile) He wants to challenge me. Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to step inside that ring and go toe to toe with Davey Boone? Ever since I got into this business. And I don’t mean just here in nCw. I mean since I’ve been in the wrestling business, period.
MP: What? Are you serious? But why?
Johnny Craven: Because, every time he sets foot inside of a ring, he always thinks he’s the best. I mean, hell, lots of times he’ll grab a microphone and express it, that way. He wants to think he’s better than everybody else all the time. He runs his mouth nonstop about him being the best and being a former champion of this and a former janitor of that, and until now, not very many people have had the guts to step up to the plate and whoop his ass and shut him up. Deep down, Boone and I both have known that this day was going to come sooner or later. We both knew that there would be a time when we would square off and whoop the hell out of each other in that very ring. He wants a match? Oh hell yeah! But Boone, if we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it my way. This ain’t going to be just any match, oh no. You see, when I envisioned you and me squaring off in that ring, I also envisioned myself whooping the hell out of you with a steel chair. I envisioned myself ripping your ass to shreds with a barbed wire bat. I envisioned putting your ass through a table. And if that’s what it’s going to take to kick your sorry ass, then that’s what we’re going to do! And seeing as it’s not going to be an nCw sanctioned event, then we have no other choice but take the fight to the streets. So, this is what I propose. I’m not proposing a tables match. I’m not proposing a TLC match. What I’m proposing is a good old fashioned OUTDOORS NO HOLDS BARRED!!!!!!!!! Anything goes, Boone. Any thing you can find, you can use as a weapon. Now, between now and next week, we’re going to see if you’ve got the huevos to lock it up extreme style with Texas Red.
MP: And you want to call me psycho. You really think Boone will accept that? You really think he would agree to a No Holds Barred match outdoors in the streets?
Johnny Craven: I don’t think he will...I know he will.
Craven smiles that same sick smile as he and Parker continue walking down the street, and out of sight as the scene fades out.
Cameras Fade Out.
Scene opens back up onto the streets of Lubbock, Texas, where Johnny Craven and his manager, Matt Parker, have been frantically searching for information on who Taft really is. The scene opens to see Matt Parker sitting on a bench, with his arms around two very beautiful women. He is talking away with these two women as if nothing else mattered.
MP: So ladies, either of you wrestling fans? The reason being is because it just so happens that you two are conversing with an nCw superstar in the flesh.
Lady 1: Oh yeah? Which one are you?
MP: Well, I don't like to brag, but they call me "Texas Red." (Smiles real big)
Lady 2: You're "Texas Red" Johnny Craven?
MP: (Smiling again) The one and only. You see ladies, I'm what you would call a man among men. I'm a champion among champions.
Lady 1: Hold on. I've never seen you wrestle, but from what everyone else tells me, you're supposed to be taller and stronger.
MP: Oh, well you know, I usually let my muscles relax on my days off. You know, when I'm not in the ring. And as far as the whole height thing goes, I changed it on my contract because...well, it's a wrestling thing. You wouldn't understand. But fret not, my ladies. I'm the real deal baby.
Lady 2: Well then who was the other dude that you were walking with earlier? I saw there were two of you.
MP: Oh, well, that was my manager. His name is Matt Parker. He's a pretty good manager I guess. I mean, you know, he holds his own.
While Matt Parker is talking, Johnny Craven is seen walking up behind Parker where he stops and just glares down at him. Matt doesn't even know he's there.
MP: I mean, the guy's a good manager, but he could do more, you know? He does kind of screw up a lot. And he's a psycho too. I mean, you would almost swear he came from some kind of mental institution. The dude's a freak. He likes to take walks at night, like around midnight or later, and I think he goes to graveyards and stuff. It's a little weird. But it's like the dude never gets it. Half the time I'm around him, it's like he's not all there. Like he's zoned out or on crack or something. I'm telling you, I may have to fire him, for my own safety..................................He's behind me isn't he?
Both girls nod yes and both get up and leave. Johnny just stands there and shakes his head in disgust and disappointment.
Johnny Craven: And you call yourself a ladies' man? You're sick you know that? If you've resorted to pretending to be someone else just to pick up chicks, then you've got problems. Now, while you were over here, making an ass of yourself, I took the liberty of making a phone call to an old friend who just so happened to have the information that I needed on Taft. So let's go.
MP: OK. You're not going to fire me...are you? Boss?
Johnny Craven: Don’t call me boss. Now let’s go.
MP: So what all did you find out?
Johnny Craven: Well, I did find out that he has a little prick of a manager.
MP: Oh yeah. I remember. Mountain right?
Johnny Craven: Close enough.
They both keep walking along until coming upon a convenience store. Parker thinks he has to go inside and get himself a drink, so off he goes. While he’s gone, Craven takes the time to look into the camera and address Taft.
Johnny Craven: So this is how it is, huh Taft? You and me, one on one, at Collision. You know, last week, after I beat Dave Holland, you had to see fit to come in and attack Dave while he was down. Dave and I went the limits. We raised the whole damn roof off that place. And then you thought you had to make a name for yourself by attacking him afterwards. I would have figured a big man like you would have had the guts to go up against Dave, face to face. But instead, you decided to be a little coward and attack him after the match. Well, let me ask you something. Did it make you feel big? Are you proud of yourself for doing it? You ask me, I think you ain’t nothing but a little bitch! And from what I've read, you like to think you're Riddick. Or Fox Mulder. Everybody knows they're both ficticious characters, which, if you think hard enough, is my exact opinion of you, Taft. You think you can just come out here and beat up on everybody that sets foot in that ring? You want people to fear you? Look around you pal. Does it look like anyone fears you? Oh hell no. You see, what you did last week, you crossed the line. I’ve got the utmost amount of respect for Dave Holland because when he steps into that ring, it’s all about business. He doesn’t attack people from behind, like a coward. When he gets into that ring, he goes face to face with his opponent, like a man. He’s one of the best in the business. And when he makes his return, he's going to open up the biggest bunch of hell on your ass, and there's nothing you can do about it. And I guarantee you this, Taft. Come this Sunday, when we set foot in that ring, you’re going to find out what it’s like to be in the ring with the baddest of them all! You like to think that you’re the only big man in the business. Seeing as how you like to go around beating up on people, at Collision, we’re going to see how well you like going toe to toe with Texas Red! Mark my words, Taft. Come this Sunday, you and me are going to square off, and I promise you this. If your little mountain bitch decides to get involved in the match somehow, I’m going to whoop the hell out of him right there in the middle of that ring, and then kick his ass all the way back to Colorado. Then, I’m going to whoop the hell out of Taft and then whoop the hell out of him again for hiring an asshole like Mountain, for a manager. So Taft, you better put on your black FBI suit, because I've got an X file for you, and it's called "How in the hell did I get my ass kicked by Johnny Craven, at Collision?" You better prepare yourself for this Sunday, Taft. Because when that bell rings, it doesn't matter if you come as Riddick. It doesn't matter if you come as Mulder or even Det. John Kimball himself. When that bell rings, there ain’t nothing that’s going to stop me from whoopin the hell out of your sorry son of a b**** ass and that’s all there is to it!
Just then, Matt Parker comes busting out of the convenience store, looking like he just saw a ghost.
MP: Dude, you’re not going to believe what I just saw. They had a little t.v. in there and low and behold, Davey Boone came on. (Parker catches his breath before speaking again) He challenged you man. To a match.
Johnny Craven: He challenged me?
MP: Yeah. He said he needed a warm-up match before his match against Ray Clark at Road to the Gold. And, he challenged you. Non-sanctioned match. The nCw is not responsible for anything that happens before, during, or after this match. Basically, anything goes.
Johnny Craven: Of all the wrestlers he could have chosen, he challenged me? (He then smiles a sick smile) He wants to challenge me. Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to step inside that ring and go toe to toe with Davey Boone? Ever since I got into this business. And I don’t mean just here in nCw. I mean since I’ve been in the wrestling business, period.
MP: What? Are you serious? But why?
Johnny Craven: Because, every time he sets foot inside of a ring, he always thinks he’s the best. I mean, hell, lots of times he’ll grab a microphone and express it, that way. He wants to think he’s better than everybody else all the time. He runs his mouth nonstop about him being the best and being a former champion of this and a former janitor of that, and until now, not very many people have had the guts to step up to the plate and whoop his ass and shut him up. Deep down, Boone and I both have known that this day was going to come sooner or later. We both knew that there would be a time when we would square off and whoop the hell out of each other in that very ring. He wants a match? Oh hell yeah! But Boone, if we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it my way. This ain’t going to be just any match, oh no. You see, when I envisioned you and me squaring off in that ring, I also envisioned myself whooping the hell out of you with a steel chair. I envisioned myself ripping your ass to shreds with a barbed wire bat. I envisioned putting your ass through a table. And if that’s what it’s going to take to kick your sorry ass, then that’s what we’re going to do! And seeing as it’s not going to be an nCw sanctioned event, then we have no other choice but take the fight to the streets. So, this is what I propose. I’m not proposing a tables match. I’m not proposing a TLC match. What I’m proposing is a good old fashioned OUTDOORS NO HOLDS BARRED!!!!!!!!! Anything goes, Boone. Any thing you can find, you can use as a weapon. Now, between now and next week, we’re going to see if you’ve got the huevos to lock it up extreme style with Texas Red.
MP: And you want to call me psycho. You really think Boone will accept that? You really think he would agree to a No Holds Barred match outdoors in the streets?
Johnny Craven: I don’t think he will...I know he will.
Craven smiles that same sick smile as he and Parker continue walking down the street, and out of sight as the scene fades out.
Cameras Fade Out.