Post by j0hnnybcrock3d on Apr 6, 2009 21:50:46 GMT -5
All is quiet for the time being..... Okay whoever says that is a fucking idiot.. If an arena is ever quiet they suck.. They suck big fucking donkey balls and probably have vagina chins and a cheeseburger between their fingertips. "Pride" by Damage Plan kicked up.. Everyone knew what time it was.. and know it was not Cretin time.. What the fuck is that? A fruit? ... I think I just burned myself, didn't I? Thanks, Evan.
The crowd was pretty pumped to say the very least. Johnny stepped out with a big ol' grin on his face as he carried a BB gun over shoulder.. The wood of the stock looked worn down. The natural oils that gave it its dark brown color had since dried up. In his other hand he had a Coon trap. The bait? Well it was a naughty, naughty nightware. This confused the hell out of everyone of course... But it was soon to be explained. He approached the ring as the one half of the fans were still confused and talking to eachother about "wtf" He climbed inside after walking up the steps. Placing the trap in the center of the ring (front of the trap toward the ramp) he then jumped up onto the bottom right turnbuckle and looked at the ramp and then at the crowd with a big ol' cheesball grin on his face. Johnny lowered his BB gun and sat it down across his lap as he reached over for a microphone from one of those trusty stagehands."Pride" died down slowly allowing Johnny to say a few words.
Johnny Creado/
"Now it seems like we have a little bit of an animal problem here in the CWF... And from them good ol' days from when I was a young little bastard... I remembered just how fun it was to go huntin' with the Dad and shoot us up some fun. But not only was this fun.. But it kept those little runts away from digging up Mum's garden and all that shit... Which was oddly firmiliar... Because just a few days ago I'm pretty sure I had a fire breathing runt run into my locker room and burn up my shit... GOD DAMN.... What the hell... Could have at least invited me for the bon fire... But I had to step out at the time. SO CWF... I guess since no one else is going to step up to the plate and get the job done... I'm going to be left to do so... Arent I?"
Johnny looked at the crowd with a smile as he kicked his legs around obnoxiously.. He looked back to the cage and cocked an eyebrow at it and laughed as he looked back to the crowd.
Johnny Creado/
"OOOOH And I guess you all are wonderin' what in the fuck does Johnny Creado have hung up in that coon trap? Well... This fire breathing runt sure does have a thing for Stormee Andersons knickers now doesn't he? That sick little fucker."
The crowd was oooing and some in disgust as well, because obviously Johnny had stooped down to his level... Or had just bought them from a local Walmart.. Which would be why the Cole isn't here right? Just then a little Racoon hopped up the stairs and slowly waddled its way over to the trap.. By this point Johnny had gotten all excited and started "SHHH-ing" the crowd as he got his BB gun ready.
Johnny Creado/
"And just like any other runt you meet out their in the wilderness...... It has to be put down... Like the animal it is."
The lights cut out.. And all you could hear was the pathetic *ping* of the BB gun and a gasping crowd... But then that was all she wrote.. Because the scene decided to cut itself out.
The crowd was pretty pumped to say the very least. Johnny stepped out with a big ol' grin on his face as he carried a BB gun over shoulder.. The wood of the stock looked worn down. The natural oils that gave it its dark brown color had since dried up. In his other hand he had a Coon trap. The bait? Well it was a naughty, naughty nightware. This confused the hell out of everyone of course... But it was soon to be explained. He approached the ring as the one half of the fans were still confused and talking to eachother about "wtf" He climbed inside after walking up the steps. Placing the trap in the center of the ring (front of the trap toward the ramp) he then jumped up onto the bottom right turnbuckle and looked at the ramp and then at the crowd with a big ol' cheesball grin on his face. Johnny lowered his BB gun and sat it down across his lap as he reached over for a microphone from one of those trusty stagehands."Pride" died down slowly allowing Johnny to say a few words.
Johnny Creado/
"Now it seems like we have a little bit of an animal problem here in the CWF... And from them good ol' days from when I was a young little bastard... I remembered just how fun it was to go huntin' with the Dad and shoot us up some fun. But not only was this fun.. But it kept those little runts away from digging up Mum's garden and all that shit... Which was oddly firmiliar... Because just a few days ago I'm pretty sure I had a fire breathing runt run into my locker room and burn up my shit... GOD DAMN.... What the hell... Could have at least invited me for the bon fire... But I had to step out at the time. SO CWF... I guess since no one else is going to step up to the plate and get the job done... I'm going to be left to do so... Arent I?"
Johnny looked at the crowd with a smile as he kicked his legs around obnoxiously.. He looked back to the cage and cocked an eyebrow at it and laughed as he looked back to the crowd.
Johnny Creado/
"OOOOH And I guess you all are wonderin' what in the fuck does Johnny Creado have hung up in that coon trap? Well... This fire breathing runt sure does have a thing for Stormee Andersons knickers now doesn't he? That sick little fucker."
The crowd was oooing and some in disgust as well, because obviously Johnny had stooped down to his level... Or had just bought them from a local Walmart.. Which would be why the Cole isn't here right? Just then a little Racoon hopped up the stairs and slowly waddled its way over to the trap.. By this point Johnny had gotten all excited and started "SHHH-ing" the crowd as he got his BB gun ready.
Johnny Creado/
"And just like any other runt you meet out their in the wilderness...... It has to be put down... Like the animal it is."
The lights cut out.. And all you could hear was the pathetic *ping* of the BB gun and a gasping crowd... But then that was all she wrote.. Because the scene decided to cut itself out.