Post by Slade "The Main Man" Craven on Jul 22, 2009 20:31:45 GMT -4
Our scene opens outside on the streets of Boston. it’s a Wednesday night and everyone is bustling trying to get to where they need to go. Several people are trying to get to the arena for the A.P.W. show. There are children dressed as Pence Weatherlight, Matt Metal and even one wearing a Hurricane Jeff shirt, on this street at least. In the distance there is a truck rolling down the jam packed street. By rolling, I mean it is inching itself along as no one is able to get much further than that. The truck is huge, it has large wheels and green clearance lights on top of it. In the back of the car is a “Wacky Wailing Inflatable Arm Flailing Tube Man.” It still is raising its arm high in the air despite the fact its not moving. Only the fan beneath the torso keeps it flailing. As the truck slowly gets closer we see that the driver is none other than Slade Craven. He is frustrated as hell that there is traffic. All he did was leave the parking lot against the advice of the entire locker room. They said there would be ungodly traffic and that he would be lucky as hell to get back to the arena in time for the show. He slams his hand against the steering wheel in anger. The car in front of him has a Level One bumber sticker and even a license plate that is customized to read his name. Its not his car though.
Slade- Dammit, get out of the way jack ass? Where the hell did you learn to drive? Come on you piss ant infected ass hair of a rabid yak!
Craven turns his head to see some teenagers standing in line to get into the arena. They are watching Slade because his window is down and everyone could hear what he was saying. Slade just smiles and waves. Hell he doesn’t really have another option. One of the kids takes this as an invitation to walk up to Slade’s truck. Now Craven loves the fans, but he is kind of in a bad mood. Still he would not deny a patron the chance to meet and speak with “The Main Man.”
Slade- Yes?
Kid: Hey , Slade? What are you doing out here?
Slade- Sitting in traffic,
Kid: Why aren’t you in there getting ready for your match?
Slade- Because there are some things in this world a grown man cannot live without.
Kid: Women, booze, a prostate exam?
Slade- What? No! I’m talking about a Royal with Cheese.
Kid: What the hell is that?
Slade- It’s a Quarter Pounder from McDonalds. They don’t pounds over in Europe so they call it a Roayl. It sounds better so I choose to call it that all the time.
Kid: So you made yourself late for the show tonight because you wanted to go to McDonalds?
Slade- No I needed to go to McDonalds.
Kid: What about your match tonight?
Slade- What about it I’ll be there.
Kid: Not at this rate you wont.
Craven looks out the window of his car. He has moved four inches since he started this conversation. This blows.
Slade- You know? If “The Main Man” wants, he will jump from this car, walk through the front door and down to the ring that way. Slade Craven does what he wants, when he wants, how he wants.
Kid: Is that why you didn’t win your match against Jesse Nunez at the Pay Per View?
Slade- That’s why “The Main Man” is getting his rematch this week. Because the fans loved our match so much at Test for the Best, they wanted to see it again. So Slade Craven will take on the infamous Jesse Nunez tonight on Overdrive, whip ass and give you all the match you want to see. Everyone is clamoring to know whether or not Jesse’s win last night was a fluke, even Slade Craven. He wants to get to the ring tonight and open up a Texas style ass kicking on Jesse Nunez.
Kid: Is that all you have to say about the man who owned your ass at Test for the Best?
Craven notices at this moment that the kid is wearing an EWC shirt. Jesse’s face is in the letters.
Slade- Kid, listen, your Hero, Mr. Nunez. He did win Test for the Best, he is getting a chance to face Level One at Shockwave, but tonight, he has to face Slade Craven.
Kid: Hey! Level One another guy who beat you.
Craven rubs his forehead.
Slade- You’re going to make a sweaty truck really happy one day.
Kid: Whatever dude at least I don’t get my ass beat.
The impossible teenager walks away gleefully as Slade watches. Craven’s eyes narrow as the kid walks from Slade’s truck to the line to get back into the arena. He sees the taunter stroll back in front of a young child, a toddler in a Slade Craven stroller. The kid’s parents look a little exacerbated because they didn’t want to lose their place in line to see Slade. Craven looks towards the door.
Slade- Hey! Security Guard!
The guy working the door, scanning bags looks over to Slade who holds up his backstage pass.
Slade- That kid just cut in front of a whole bunch of people!. You going to let someone do that?
The Kid looks around shocked. The guard points to a the kid and two men walk out of the building to snag him. The Kid looks at Slade who just shrugs. Sure it was petty, sure it was childish, but hell Slade enjoyed it, at least until he hears the Kid yell out to him.
Kid: Slade Craven! You’re a pu…
The guards grab the kid and start to haul him out of line then the little bastard yells out.
Kid: Hey! You can’t do this! I was in line. That’s my friend! Ask him!
Craven gets mean.
Slade- Yeah, the friend! He cut too,
The people behind Slade, as are the rest of the people in line, just stare at Slade Craven as he sits there in dead stop traffic.
Kid: I’ll get you for this Slade! Jesse is going to beat your ass tonight! Craven sucks Craven sucks!
Slade is really surprised that there are some people out there who still dislike him that much. Then again there are those special people who long to get into the heel’s pants. Craven sits there and nods towards the fans who are all staring at him. He cannot do anything else now, he shuts off the truck and pulls out the keys, parking the truck in the middle of the street. He has only one option left. Slade opens the door to his truck and gets out, climbing onto the room and yelling to the crowd.
Slade- Boston Mass! How Ya’ll Doing Tonight?!
There is not as big a cheer as there is when he is in the ring surrounded and viewed by millions upon millions of people. Slade Smiles and raises his arms high. Then he walks over to the edge and jumps down landing on his feet. He does so carefully cause if he landed wrong he could mess up his leg and that would be really bad to do before a big show like this. Craven turns, opens the passenger door and pulls out his wrestling bag. He starts towards the front door. Craven tosses the keys to a security guard.
Slade- Here, man, take care of that for “The Main Man” would you?
Craven pulls out a hundred dollar bill.
Slade- That should cover your time.
He walks in front of the line, smiling and raising one arm high.
Slade- Boston Mass, we going to kick some ass tonight?
There are a few more cheers
Slade- Yes, Yes we are. Because tonight, Slade Craven gets a Test for the Best Rematch. He gets a chance to show the world what should have happened at the Pay Per View. Slade Craven did one of the things he said he was going to do. He kicked the crap out of Joey Or-something like that. Now he needs to make good on his last promise. He needs to beat the man and prove he is truly the best. Because that’s what Jesse Nunez is classified as. He won the tournament, he earned the right to get that title. And Slade Craven wants to take it. He wont take Jesse’s chance to face Level One at Shockwave, but Ol`e Slade Craven would like that little name Jesse got. Slade Craven always strived to be the best and come tonight, in the main event. Slade Craven is going to do all that he humanly can to get that name.
The people just stare at Slade. He is close enough to mob. He stands right in front of them. Why in god’s name is he here? No one seems to know why. Slade is just here, talking to them in the street. The show starts in just a matter of hours and Slade is letting a security guard sit in his truck, in the middle of traffic while Craven speaks to a throng of people standing in front of the arena. With the lack of response Slade doesn’t know what else to do.
Slade- Okay, well then. Alright. Let’s just say this. Tonight Slade Craven is going to kick ass or he will get his legs waxed!
There is no response. The people look like they are stuck in the twilight zone.
Slade- Alright. Hey look!
He points and the people actually turn, well some do. Slade rushes in through the front door. As he walks through the mass of people inside, some notice him. Screams erupt from these people who clamor to reach Slade. He makes his way through the crowd shaking hands with some of the people. They are more excited to see him than the people outside. They were more shocked at the strange incidents they witnessed. These people are excited. The show is about to start. A security guard spots Slade and opens a door to the backstage area. He darts through the door way into the darkness. Without a doubt this is one of the weirdest nights since Slade came to A.P.W. He does not know why the events turned out this way. Maybe they will lead to a good result. Hopefully they do.
Our scene opens outside on the streets of Boston. it’s a Wednesday night and everyone is bustling trying to get to where they need to go. Several people are trying to get to the arena for the A.P.W. show. There are children dressed as Pence Weatherlight, Matt Metal and even one wearing a Hurricane Jeff shirt, on this street at least. In the distance there is a truck rolling down the jam packed street. By rolling, I mean it is inching itself along as no one is able to get much further than that. The truck is huge, it has large wheels and green clearance lights on top of it. In the back of the car is a “Wacky Wailing Inflatable Arm Flailing Tube Man.” It still is raising its arm high in the air despite the fact its not moving. Only the fan beneath the torso keeps it flailing. As the truck slowly gets closer we see that the driver is none other than Slade Craven. He is frustrated as hell that there is traffic. All he did was leave the parking lot against the advice of the entire locker room. They said there would be ungodly traffic and that he would be lucky as hell to get back to the arena in time for the show. He slams his hand against the steering wheel in anger. The car in front of him has a Level One bumber sticker and even a license plate that is customized to read his name. Its not his car though.
Slade- Dammit, get out of the way jack ass? Where the hell did you learn to drive? Come on you piss ant infected ass hair of a rabid yak!
Craven turns his head to see some teenagers standing in line to get into the arena. They are watching Slade because his window is down and everyone could hear what he was saying. Slade just smiles and waves. Hell he doesn’t really have another option. One of the kids takes this as an invitation to walk up to Slade’s truck. Now Craven loves the fans, but he is kind of in a bad mood. Still he would not deny a patron the chance to meet and speak with “The Main Man.”
Slade- Yes?
Kid: Hey , Slade? What are you doing out here?
Slade- Sitting in traffic,
Kid: Why aren’t you in there getting ready for your match?
Slade- Because there are some things in this world a grown man cannot live without.
Kid: Women, booze, a prostate exam?
Slade- What? No! I’m talking about a Royal with Cheese.
Kid: What the hell is that?
Slade- It’s a Quarter Pounder from McDonalds. They don’t pounds over in Europe so they call it a Roayl. It sounds better so I choose to call it that all the time.
Kid: So you made yourself late for the show tonight because you wanted to go to McDonalds?
Slade- No I needed to go to McDonalds.
Kid: What about your match tonight?
Slade- What about it I’ll be there.
Kid: Not at this rate you wont.
Craven looks out the window of his car. He has moved four inches since he started this conversation. This blows.
Slade- You know? If “The Main Man” wants, he will jump from this car, walk through the front door and down to the ring that way. Slade Craven does what he wants, when he wants, how he wants.
Kid: Is that why you didn’t win your match against Jesse Nunez at the Pay Per View?
Slade- That’s why “The Main Man” is getting his rematch this week. Because the fans loved our match so much at Test for the Best, they wanted to see it again. So Slade Craven will take on the infamous Jesse Nunez tonight on Overdrive, whip ass and give you all the match you want to see. Everyone is clamoring to know whether or not Jesse’s win last night was a fluke, even Slade Craven. He wants to get to the ring tonight and open up a Texas style ass kicking on Jesse Nunez.
Kid: Is that all you have to say about the man who owned your ass at Test for the Best?
Craven notices at this moment that the kid is wearing an EWC shirt. Jesse’s face is in the letters.
Slade- Kid, listen, your Hero, Mr. Nunez. He did win Test for the Best, he is getting a chance to face Level One at Shockwave, but tonight, he has to face Slade Craven.
Kid: Hey! Level One another guy who beat you.
Craven rubs his forehead.
Slade- You’re going to make a sweaty truck really happy one day.
Kid: Whatever dude at least I don’t get my ass beat.
The impossible teenager walks away gleefully as Slade watches. Craven’s eyes narrow as the kid walks from Slade’s truck to the line to get back into the arena. He sees the taunter stroll back in front of a young child, a toddler in a Slade Craven stroller. The kid’s parents look a little exacerbated because they didn’t want to lose their place in line to see Slade. Craven looks towards the door.
Slade- Hey! Security Guard!
The guy working the door, scanning bags looks over to Slade who holds up his backstage pass.
Slade- That kid just cut in front of a whole bunch of people!. You going to let someone do that?
The Kid looks around shocked. The guard points to a the kid and two men walk out of the building to snag him. The Kid looks at Slade who just shrugs. Sure it was petty, sure it was childish, but hell Slade enjoyed it, at least until he hears the Kid yell out to him.
Kid: Slade Craven! You’re a pu…
The guards grab the kid and start to haul him out of line then the little bastard yells out.
Kid: Hey! You can’t do this! I was in line. That’s my friend! Ask him!
Craven gets mean.
Slade- Yeah, the friend! He cut too,
The people behind Slade, as are the rest of the people in line, just stare at Slade Craven as he sits there in dead stop traffic.
Kid: I’ll get you for this Slade! Jesse is going to beat your ass tonight! Craven sucks Craven sucks!
Slade is really surprised that there are some people out there who still dislike him that much. Then again there are those special people who long to get into the heel’s pants. Craven sits there and nods towards the fans who are all staring at him. He cannot do anything else now, he shuts off the truck and pulls out the keys, parking the truck in the middle of the street. He has only one option left. Slade opens the door to his truck and gets out, climbing onto the room and yelling to the crowd.
Slade- Boston Mass! How Ya’ll Doing Tonight?!
There is not as big a cheer as there is when he is in the ring surrounded and viewed by millions upon millions of people. Slade Smiles and raises his arms high. Then he walks over to the edge and jumps down landing on his feet. He does so carefully cause if he landed wrong he could mess up his leg and that would be really bad to do before a big show like this. Craven turns, opens the passenger door and pulls out his wrestling bag. He starts towards the front door. Craven tosses the keys to a security guard.
Slade- Here, man, take care of that for “The Main Man” would you?
Craven pulls out a hundred dollar bill.
Slade- That should cover your time.
He walks in front of the line, smiling and raising one arm high.
Slade- Boston Mass, we going to kick some ass tonight?
There are a few more cheers
Slade- Yes, Yes we are. Because tonight, Slade Craven gets a Test for the Best Rematch. He gets a chance to show the world what should have happened at the Pay Per View. Slade Craven did one of the things he said he was going to do. He kicked the crap out of Joey Or-something like that. Now he needs to make good on his last promise. He needs to beat the man and prove he is truly the best. Because that’s what Jesse Nunez is classified as. He won the tournament, he earned the right to get that title. And Slade Craven wants to take it. He wont take Jesse’s chance to face Level One at Shockwave, but Ol`e Slade Craven would like that little name Jesse got. Slade Craven always strived to be the best and come tonight, in the main event. Slade Craven is going to do all that he humanly can to get that name.
The people just stare at Slade. He is close enough to mob. He stands right in front of them. Why in god’s name is he here? No one seems to know why. Slade is just here, talking to them in the street. The show starts in just a matter of hours and Slade is letting a security guard sit in his truck, in the middle of traffic while Craven speaks to a throng of people standing in front of the arena. With the lack of response Slade doesn’t know what else to do.
Slade- Okay, well then. Alright. Let’s just say this. Tonight Slade Craven is going to kick ass or he will get his legs waxed!
There is no response. The people look like they are stuck in the twilight zone.
Slade- Alright. Hey look!
He points and the people actually turn, well some do. Slade rushes in through the front door. As he walks through the mass of people inside, some notice him. Screams erupt from these people who clamor to reach Slade. He makes his way through the crowd shaking hands with some of the people. They are more excited to see him than the people outside. They were more shocked at the strange incidents they witnessed. These people are excited. The show is about to start. A security guard spots Slade and opens a door to the backstage area. He darts through the door way into the darkness. Without a doubt this is one of the weirdest nights since Slade came to A.P.W. He does not know why the events turned out this way. Maybe they will lead to a good result. Hopefully they do.
Slade- Dammit, get out of the way jack ass? Where the hell did you learn to drive? Come on you piss ant infected ass hair of a rabid yak!
Craven turns his head to see some teenagers standing in line to get into the arena. They are watching Slade because his window is down and everyone could hear what he was saying. Slade just smiles and waves. Hell he doesn’t really have another option. One of the kids takes this as an invitation to walk up to Slade’s truck. Now Craven loves the fans, but he is kind of in a bad mood. Still he would not deny a patron the chance to meet and speak with “The Main Man.”
Slade- Yes?
Kid: Hey , Slade? What are you doing out here?
Slade- Sitting in traffic,
Kid: Why aren’t you in there getting ready for your match?
Slade- Because there are some things in this world a grown man cannot live without.
Kid: Women, booze, a prostate exam?
Slade- What? No! I’m talking about a Royal with Cheese.
Kid: What the hell is that?
Slade- It’s a Quarter Pounder from McDonalds. They don’t pounds over in Europe so they call it a Roayl. It sounds better so I choose to call it that all the time.
Kid: So you made yourself late for the show tonight because you wanted to go to McDonalds?
Slade- No I needed to go to McDonalds.
Kid: What about your match tonight?
Slade- What about it I’ll be there.
Kid: Not at this rate you wont.
Craven looks out the window of his car. He has moved four inches since he started this conversation. This blows.
Slade- You know? If “The Main Man” wants, he will jump from this car, walk through the front door and down to the ring that way. Slade Craven does what he wants, when he wants, how he wants.
Kid: Is that why you didn’t win your match against Jesse Nunez at the Pay Per View?
Slade- That’s why “The Main Man” is getting his rematch this week. Because the fans loved our match so much at Test for the Best, they wanted to see it again. So Slade Craven will take on the infamous Jesse Nunez tonight on Overdrive, whip ass and give you all the match you want to see. Everyone is clamoring to know whether or not Jesse’s win last night was a fluke, even Slade Craven. He wants to get to the ring tonight and open up a Texas style ass kicking on Jesse Nunez.
Kid: Is that all you have to say about the man who owned your ass at Test for the Best?
Craven notices at this moment that the kid is wearing an EWC shirt. Jesse’s face is in the letters.
Slade- Kid, listen, your Hero, Mr. Nunez. He did win Test for the Best, he is getting a chance to face Level One at Shockwave, but tonight, he has to face Slade Craven.
Kid: Hey! Level One another guy who beat you.
Craven rubs his forehead.
Slade- You’re going to make a sweaty truck really happy one day.
Kid: Whatever dude at least I don’t get my ass beat.
The impossible teenager walks away gleefully as Slade watches. Craven’s eyes narrow as the kid walks from Slade’s truck to the line to get back into the arena. He sees the taunter stroll back in front of a young child, a toddler in a Slade Craven stroller. The kid’s parents look a little exacerbated because they didn’t want to lose their place in line to see Slade. Craven looks towards the door.
Slade- Hey! Security Guard!
The guy working the door, scanning bags looks over to Slade who holds up his backstage pass.
Slade- That kid just cut in front of a whole bunch of people!. You going to let someone do that?
The Kid looks around shocked. The guard points to a the kid and two men walk out of the building to snag him. The Kid looks at Slade who just shrugs. Sure it was petty, sure it was childish, but hell Slade enjoyed it, at least until he hears the Kid yell out to him.
Kid: Slade Craven! You’re a pu…
The guards grab the kid and start to haul him out of line then the little bastard yells out.
Kid: Hey! You can’t do this! I was in line. That’s my friend! Ask him!
Craven gets mean.
Slade- Yeah, the friend! He cut too,
The people behind Slade, as are the rest of the people in line, just stare at Slade Craven as he sits there in dead stop traffic.
Kid: I’ll get you for this Slade! Jesse is going to beat your ass tonight! Craven sucks Craven sucks!
Slade is really surprised that there are some people out there who still dislike him that much. Then again there are those special people who long to get into the heel’s pants. Craven sits there and nods towards the fans who are all staring at him. He cannot do anything else now, he shuts off the truck and pulls out the keys, parking the truck in the middle of the street. He has only one option left. Slade opens the door to his truck and gets out, climbing onto the room and yelling to the crowd.
Slade- Boston Mass! How Ya’ll Doing Tonight?!
There is not as big a cheer as there is when he is in the ring surrounded and viewed by millions upon millions of people. Slade Smiles and raises his arms high. Then he walks over to the edge and jumps down landing on his feet. He does so carefully cause if he landed wrong he could mess up his leg and that would be really bad to do before a big show like this. Craven turns, opens the passenger door and pulls out his wrestling bag. He starts towards the front door. Craven tosses the keys to a security guard.
Slade- Here, man, take care of that for “The Main Man” would you?
Craven pulls out a hundred dollar bill.
Slade- That should cover your time.
He walks in front of the line, smiling and raising one arm high.
Slade- Boston Mass, we going to kick some ass tonight?
There are a few more cheers
Slade- Yes, Yes we are. Because tonight, Slade Craven gets a Test for the Best Rematch. He gets a chance to show the world what should have happened at the Pay Per View. Slade Craven did one of the things he said he was going to do. He kicked the crap out of Joey Or-something like that. Now he needs to make good on his last promise. He needs to beat the man and prove he is truly the best. Because that’s what Jesse Nunez is classified as. He won the tournament, he earned the right to get that title. And Slade Craven wants to take it. He wont take Jesse’s chance to face Level One at Shockwave, but Ol`e Slade Craven would like that little name Jesse got. Slade Craven always strived to be the best and come tonight, in the main event. Slade Craven is going to do all that he humanly can to get that name.
The people just stare at Slade. He is close enough to mob. He stands right in front of them. Why in god’s name is he here? No one seems to know why. Slade is just here, talking to them in the street. The show starts in just a matter of hours and Slade is letting a security guard sit in his truck, in the middle of traffic while Craven speaks to a throng of people standing in front of the arena. With the lack of response Slade doesn’t know what else to do.
Slade- Okay, well then. Alright. Let’s just say this. Tonight Slade Craven is going to kick ass or he will get his legs waxed!
There is no response. The people look like they are stuck in the twilight zone.
Slade- Alright. Hey look!
He points and the people actually turn, well some do. Slade rushes in through the front door. As he walks through the mass of people inside, some notice him. Screams erupt from these people who clamor to reach Slade. He makes his way through the crowd shaking hands with some of the people. They are more excited to see him than the people outside. They were more shocked at the strange incidents they witnessed. These people are excited. The show is about to start. A security guard spots Slade and opens a door to the backstage area. He darts through the door way into the darkness. Without a doubt this is one of the weirdest nights since Slade came to A.P.W. He does not know why the events turned out this way. Maybe they will lead to a good result. Hopefully they do.
Our scene opens outside on the streets of Boston. it’s a Wednesday night and everyone is bustling trying to get to where they need to go. Several people are trying to get to the arena for the A.P.W. show. There are children dressed as Pence Weatherlight, Matt Metal and even one wearing a Hurricane Jeff shirt, on this street at least. In the distance there is a truck rolling down the jam packed street. By rolling, I mean it is inching itself along as no one is able to get much further than that. The truck is huge, it has large wheels and green clearance lights on top of it. In the back of the car is a “Wacky Wailing Inflatable Arm Flailing Tube Man.” It still is raising its arm high in the air despite the fact its not moving. Only the fan beneath the torso keeps it flailing. As the truck slowly gets closer we see that the driver is none other than Slade Craven. He is frustrated as hell that there is traffic. All he did was leave the parking lot against the advice of the entire locker room. They said there would be ungodly traffic and that he would be lucky as hell to get back to the arena in time for the show. He slams his hand against the steering wheel in anger. The car in front of him has a Level One bumber sticker and even a license plate that is customized to read his name. Its not his car though.
Slade- Dammit, get out of the way jack ass? Where the hell did you learn to drive? Come on you piss ant infected ass hair of a rabid yak!
Craven turns his head to see some teenagers standing in line to get into the arena. They are watching Slade because his window is down and everyone could hear what he was saying. Slade just smiles and waves. Hell he doesn’t really have another option. One of the kids takes this as an invitation to walk up to Slade’s truck. Now Craven loves the fans, but he is kind of in a bad mood. Still he would not deny a patron the chance to meet and speak with “The Main Man.”
Slade- Yes?
Kid: Hey , Slade? What are you doing out here?
Slade- Sitting in traffic,
Kid: Why aren’t you in there getting ready for your match?
Slade- Because there are some things in this world a grown man cannot live without.
Kid: Women, booze, a prostate exam?
Slade- What? No! I’m talking about a Royal with Cheese.
Kid: What the hell is that?
Slade- It’s a Quarter Pounder from McDonalds. They don’t pounds over in Europe so they call it a Roayl. It sounds better so I choose to call it that all the time.
Kid: So you made yourself late for the show tonight because you wanted to go to McDonalds?
Slade- No I needed to go to McDonalds.
Kid: What about your match tonight?
Slade- What about it I’ll be there.
Kid: Not at this rate you wont.
Craven looks out the window of his car. He has moved four inches since he started this conversation. This blows.
Slade- You know? If “The Main Man” wants, he will jump from this car, walk through the front door and down to the ring that way. Slade Craven does what he wants, when he wants, how he wants.
Kid: Is that why you didn’t win your match against Jesse Nunez at the Pay Per View?
Slade- That’s why “The Main Man” is getting his rematch this week. Because the fans loved our match so much at Test for the Best, they wanted to see it again. So Slade Craven will take on the infamous Jesse Nunez tonight on Overdrive, whip ass and give you all the match you want to see. Everyone is clamoring to know whether or not Jesse’s win last night was a fluke, even Slade Craven. He wants to get to the ring tonight and open up a Texas style ass kicking on Jesse Nunez.
Kid: Is that all you have to say about the man who owned your ass at Test for the Best?
Craven notices at this moment that the kid is wearing an EWC shirt. Jesse’s face is in the letters.
Slade- Kid, listen, your Hero, Mr. Nunez. He did win Test for the Best, he is getting a chance to face Level One at Shockwave, but tonight, he has to face Slade Craven.
Kid: Hey! Level One another guy who beat you.
Craven rubs his forehead.
Slade- You’re going to make a sweaty truck really happy one day.
Kid: Whatever dude at least I don’t get my ass beat.
The impossible teenager walks away gleefully as Slade watches. Craven’s eyes narrow as the kid walks from Slade’s truck to the line to get back into the arena. He sees the taunter stroll back in front of a young child, a toddler in a Slade Craven stroller. The kid’s parents look a little exacerbated because they didn’t want to lose their place in line to see Slade. Craven looks towards the door.
Slade- Hey! Security Guard!
The guy working the door, scanning bags looks over to Slade who holds up his backstage pass.
Slade- That kid just cut in front of a whole bunch of people!. You going to let someone do that?
The Kid looks around shocked. The guard points to a the kid and two men walk out of the building to snag him. The Kid looks at Slade who just shrugs. Sure it was petty, sure it was childish, but hell Slade enjoyed it, at least until he hears the Kid yell out to him.
Kid: Slade Craven! You’re a pu…
The guards grab the kid and start to haul him out of line then the little bastard yells out.
Kid: Hey! You can’t do this! I was in line. That’s my friend! Ask him!
Craven gets mean.
Slade- Yeah, the friend! He cut too,
The people behind Slade, as are the rest of the people in line, just stare at Slade Craven as he sits there in dead stop traffic.
Kid: I’ll get you for this Slade! Jesse is going to beat your ass tonight! Craven sucks Craven sucks!
Slade is really surprised that there are some people out there who still dislike him that much. Then again there are those special people who long to get into the heel’s pants. Craven sits there and nods towards the fans who are all staring at him. He cannot do anything else now, he shuts off the truck and pulls out the keys, parking the truck in the middle of the street. He has only one option left. Slade opens the door to his truck and gets out, climbing onto the room and yelling to the crowd.
Slade- Boston Mass! How Ya’ll Doing Tonight?!
There is not as big a cheer as there is when he is in the ring surrounded and viewed by millions upon millions of people. Slade Smiles and raises his arms high. Then he walks over to the edge and jumps down landing on his feet. He does so carefully cause if he landed wrong he could mess up his leg and that would be really bad to do before a big show like this. Craven turns, opens the passenger door and pulls out his wrestling bag. He starts towards the front door. Craven tosses the keys to a security guard.
Slade- Here, man, take care of that for “The Main Man” would you?
Craven pulls out a hundred dollar bill.
Slade- That should cover your time.
He walks in front of the line, smiling and raising one arm high.
Slade- Boston Mass, we going to kick some ass tonight?
There are a few more cheers
Slade- Yes, Yes we are. Because tonight, Slade Craven gets a Test for the Best Rematch. He gets a chance to show the world what should have happened at the Pay Per View. Slade Craven did one of the things he said he was going to do. He kicked the crap out of Joey Or-something like that. Now he needs to make good on his last promise. He needs to beat the man and prove he is truly the best. Because that’s what Jesse Nunez is classified as. He won the tournament, he earned the right to get that title. And Slade Craven wants to take it. He wont take Jesse’s chance to face Level One at Shockwave, but Ol`e Slade Craven would like that little name Jesse got. Slade Craven always strived to be the best and come tonight, in the main event. Slade Craven is going to do all that he humanly can to get that name.
The people just stare at Slade. He is close enough to mob. He stands right in front of them. Why in god’s name is he here? No one seems to know why. Slade is just here, talking to them in the street. The show starts in just a matter of hours and Slade is letting a security guard sit in his truck, in the middle of traffic while Craven speaks to a throng of people standing in front of the arena. With the lack of response Slade doesn’t know what else to do.
Slade- Okay, well then. Alright. Let’s just say this. Tonight Slade Craven is going to kick ass or he will get his legs waxed!
There is no response. The people look like they are stuck in the twilight zone.
Slade- Alright. Hey look!
He points and the people actually turn, well some do. Slade rushes in through the front door. As he walks through the mass of people inside, some notice him. Screams erupt from these people who clamor to reach Slade. He makes his way through the crowd shaking hands with some of the people. They are more excited to see him than the people outside. They were more shocked at the strange incidents they witnessed. These people are excited. The show is about to start. A security guard spots Slade and opens a door to the backstage area. He darts through the door way into the darkness. Without a doubt this is one of the weirdest nights since Slade came to A.P.W. He does not know why the events turned out this way. Maybe they will lead to a good result. Hopefully they do.
