Post by johnnycraven on Aug 15, 2007 15:52:44 GMT -6
Cameras Fade In:
Scene opens back up in the home of Johnny Craven. Craven and Parker are seen in the living area, watching NFL Preseason Football (Not sure what teams are playing, can't think that far ahead), and enjoying some beers.
Johnny Craven: Thanks again for the beer, man. That hit the spot. I was in desperate need of something refreshing, and I think this was it.
MP: Oh no problem, man. I thought you might could use something like this, especially after you just got through kicking the crap out of Taft last Sunday. It was the least I could do. Plus, you do have a huge match against Davey Ortega this coming Sunday. You need to get refreshed so that come Collision, you can walk into that arena and whoop the hell out of that bastard. By the way, I've got something else for you too. Come with me.
They both get up and walk outside and into a huge garage/shop that Craven recently had built, for him. Parker flips the light switch and low and behold, there sits an old beat up 67 Shelby Mustang GT 350 V8. From what little paint was left, one could tell that at one time, it was a dark Grey with dark blue stripes going down the middle. I'm mean, this car was smokin.
MP: What do you think?
Johnny Craven: Where in the hell did you get the money to pay for this? These things ain't cheap.
MP: Oh, you know, here and there. I sold a few things. Stuff I didn't need anymore.
Johnny Craven: What did you sell?
MP: Stuff. You know, a few of my old video games, some old watches, and my old band instrument.
Johnny Craven: Band? I never knew you were in band. What instrument did you play?
MP: I don't want to talk about right now. It's not that important. And besides, you'd probably just laugh at me.
Johnny Craven: (Laughs a little) I promise I won't laugh. You have my word.
MP: Uh...I played the *cough* flute *cough*. OK, I played the flute. But it was the only thing they had left. Every other instrument was taken!
Johnny Craven: There's nothing wrong with that (Turns his head to laugh some more). I'm sorry man. (Continues laughing)
MP: Alright, laugh it up. Get it on out of your system right now. Sorry asshole.
Johnny Craven: Hold on. I know damn well what a car like this costs, and there ain't no way you were able to afford something like this with what little you made off the stuff you sold. (He stares at Parker for a few seconds) You sold something else didn't you? What the hell did you sell? And who did you sell them too?
MP: I..I sold some more attractable stuff. Something I thought would make me a whole lot of money. (He looks at Craven and realizes that he ain't getting out of this.) OK. I sold a few magazines that I had, but they were all very legal, and I didn't need them anymore. They had lots of pictures and, well. And for the other thing, I sold them to....well you know the city park?
Johnny Craven: You sold porn to kids at the park!? What the hell were you thinking? You know those things aren't legal, man. You didn't tell them your real name did you?
MP: No! What do you take me for, some kind of idiot? I told them my name was Chip Douglas.
Johnny Craven: Dude! Chip Douglas was a character off of "The Cable Guy!"
MP: (Laughs) I know, and they all bought it too! And I didn't sell porn. They were National Geographic. And when I showed everyone the pics of women in the magazines, they sold like hot cakes. I made a ton of money on that because there were a ton of buyers, I made money off the other stuff I sold, and I also sold my old dirt bike, which brought me $1200. And then I combined it with about $1000 out of my own pocket. On top of that, I had some friends who owed me favors and so they pitched in and...W-A-L-A...a very nice classic car.
Johnny Craven: Well, it could have been worse. You could have sold your prescription drugs to the public. You didn't did you? Please tell me you didn't? (Parker shakes his head no, and Craven sighs in relief) Good. I do appreciate the car, man. I absolutely love it. But, if your ass gets canned for this, then I don't know you anymore. Nevertheless, I've got more important things to worry about than keeping your ass out of jail.
MP: Like what? What could possibly be more important than this bad ass car?
Johnny Craven: Davey "the GM" Ortega. How about that for starters? Is that good enough for you?
MP: Ah, the "Genius Macrobian." He is a hell of a wrestler. Just like you, for two weeks now, he's been making a name for himself here in nCw.
Johnny Craven: That he has my friend. That he has. And the way I look at it, he's living proof that you don't have to be a big man to make a statement in that ring. From what I've seen, Davey can hold his own out there. You saw what they did to JJ Biggs last week. Can you imagine if that had been your little ass being put through that table? Just be glad that it wasn't. But all that aside, this is surely to be a new challenge. I mean, besides Dave Holland, Davey Ortega will be the only other real competition I'll have had so far here in nCw. But whether it's the "Genius Macrobian" or anybody else on that roster, I'm going to ride into Collision on Sunday, and do what I do best. I'm going to do what the fans look forward to each and every week. This Sunday, I'm going to walk down to that ring, look Ortega square in the eyes, and then kick the Genius Macrobian straight back up his ass where it came from! So while you're sitting in your casino, Davey, I want you to ask yourself one thing. I want you to ask yourself if you've got the huevos to go toe to toe with the baddest son of a bitch of them all.
Craven then grabs the keys to the car from Parker and gets in and starts her up. After a few tries, the engine revs up extremely loud, as the scene fades.
Cameras Fade Out.
Scene opens back up in the home of Johnny Craven. Craven and Parker are seen in the living area, watching NFL Preseason Football (Not sure what teams are playing, can't think that far ahead), and enjoying some beers.
Johnny Craven: Thanks again for the beer, man. That hit the spot. I was in desperate need of something refreshing, and I think this was it.
MP: Oh no problem, man. I thought you might could use something like this, especially after you just got through kicking the crap out of Taft last Sunday. It was the least I could do. Plus, you do have a huge match against Davey Ortega this coming Sunday. You need to get refreshed so that come Collision, you can walk into that arena and whoop the hell out of that bastard. By the way, I've got something else for you too. Come with me.
They both get up and walk outside and into a huge garage/shop that Craven recently had built, for him. Parker flips the light switch and low and behold, there sits an old beat up 67 Shelby Mustang GT 350 V8. From what little paint was left, one could tell that at one time, it was a dark Grey with dark blue stripes going down the middle. I'm mean, this car was smokin.
MP: What do you think?
Johnny Craven: Where in the hell did you get the money to pay for this? These things ain't cheap.
MP: Oh, you know, here and there. I sold a few things. Stuff I didn't need anymore.
Johnny Craven: What did you sell?
MP: Stuff. You know, a few of my old video games, some old watches, and my old band instrument.
Johnny Craven: Band? I never knew you were in band. What instrument did you play?
MP: I don't want to talk about right now. It's not that important. And besides, you'd probably just laugh at me.
Johnny Craven: (Laughs a little) I promise I won't laugh. You have my word.
MP: Uh...I played the *cough* flute *cough*. OK, I played the flute. But it was the only thing they had left. Every other instrument was taken!
Johnny Craven: There's nothing wrong with that (Turns his head to laugh some more). I'm sorry man. (Continues laughing)
MP: Alright, laugh it up. Get it on out of your system right now. Sorry asshole.
Johnny Craven: Hold on. I know damn well what a car like this costs, and there ain't no way you were able to afford something like this with what little you made off the stuff you sold. (He stares at Parker for a few seconds) You sold something else didn't you? What the hell did you sell? And who did you sell them too?
MP: I..I sold some more attractable stuff. Something I thought would make me a whole lot of money. (He looks at Craven and realizes that he ain't getting out of this.) OK. I sold a few magazines that I had, but they were all very legal, and I didn't need them anymore. They had lots of pictures and, well. And for the other thing, I sold them to....well you know the city park?
Johnny Craven: You sold porn to kids at the park!? What the hell were you thinking? You know those things aren't legal, man. You didn't tell them your real name did you?
MP: No! What do you take me for, some kind of idiot? I told them my name was Chip Douglas.
Johnny Craven: Dude! Chip Douglas was a character off of "The Cable Guy!"
MP: (Laughs) I know, and they all bought it too! And I didn't sell porn. They were National Geographic. And when I showed everyone the pics of women in the magazines, they sold like hot cakes. I made a ton of money on that because there were a ton of buyers, I made money off the other stuff I sold, and I also sold my old dirt bike, which brought me $1200. And then I combined it with about $1000 out of my own pocket. On top of that, I had some friends who owed me favors and so they pitched in and...W-A-L-A...a very nice classic car.
Johnny Craven: Well, it could have been worse. You could have sold your prescription drugs to the public. You didn't did you? Please tell me you didn't? (Parker shakes his head no, and Craven sighs in relief) Good. I do appreciate the car, man. I absolutely love it. But, if your ass gets canned for this, then I don't know you anymore. Nevertheless, I've got more important things to worry about than keeping your ass out of jail.
MP: Like what? What could possibly be more important than this bad ass car?
Johnny Craven: Davey "the GM" Ortega. How about that for starters? Is that good enough for you?
MP: Ah, the "Genius Macrobian." He is a hell of a wrestler. Just like you, for two weeks now, he's been making a name for himself here in nCw.
Johnny Craven: That he has my friend. That he has. And the way I look at it, he's living proof that you don't have to be a big man to make a statement in that ring. From what I've seen, Davey can hold his own out there. You saw what they did to JJ Biggs last week. Can you imagine if that had been your little ass being put through that table? Just be glad that it wasn't. But all that aside, this is surely to be a new challenge. I mean, besides Dave Holland, Davey Ortega will be the only other real competition I'll have had so far here in nCw. But whether it's the "Genius Macrobian" or anybody else on that roster, I'm going to ride into Collision on Sunday, and do what I do best. I'm going to do what the fans look forward to each and every week. This Sunday, I'm going to walk down to that ring, look Ortega square in the eyes, and then kick the Genius Macrobian straight back up his ass where it came from! So while you're sitting in your casino, Davey, I want you to ask yourself one thing. I want you to ask yourself if you've got the huevos to go toe to toe with the baddest son of a bitch of them all.
Craven then grabs the keys to the car from Parker and gets in and starts her up. After a few tries, the engine revs up extremely loud, as the scene fades.
Cameras Fade Out.