$$$So Trent, what point have you made? That you beat Just Sane? Congratulations, many people did and we're not afraid of that. Everyone has dark spots, even "The Franchise." Now, Trent, if you wish to doubt "The Franchise" because of his days as Just Sane and that royal rumble "victory" in WWC7, then be my guest. But before you do embarass yourself further, allow me to present SEVERAL valid points that should prove that your claims are pointless and unfounded. First, Justin disposed of the "former" Franchise of FWF at Wasted Youth. Now, how many Legends have you beaten Trent? NONE. Next, Justin disposed of perhaps the second greatest star FWF has ever seen, Jimmy. Not just once Trent, but TWICE. Twice Justin has beaten the man heralded as the greatest since Dave Dexter. How many times did you beat Jimmy? Once again, the unanimous answer is...NONE. And finally, we arrive at the current champion, the man at the top of Jim Harper, Shaku Endbringer. Not only has our Franchise disposed of Shaku more than once, he EMBARASSED him on multiple occasions and you, you whore, and that horse's ass you call a sidekick ALL know that it's a PURE FACT. So, tell the truth Trent, how many times have done that? Oh wait, here it is...NONE. So tell me, since you're the man who brought up this one-upmanship deal, tell me Trent, what's the score now? I believe it's 3 TO ZERO, "The Franchise's" lead. So, as a certain person would say...BOO-FUCKIN'-YAH!$$$
$$$As the scene fades in, you can see a light gray. You question nature wonders what you are glancing at and you begin to glance around. You see an empty room, no occupiers in sight, just tables with chips and such and a few couches and chairs. You close your eyes and when you open them, moments later, a man is standing in the corner, his back turned to you. You move closer and blink as you do so. When you open them two more people appear next to you. You notice them as Tyrone and Dave Dexter standing next to each other, talking. They are oblivious to you. You close your eyes once more, and again, when you open them, more people appear. You continue this process as the room begins to fill. Many big names pop up each time, such as The Maximizer, NRG, Brandon Kearse, Joey Johnson, and Johny Box. And then there's Jason Simmons and Shock, guh. You are surrounded by the men and women who make this sport. Then, you turn to you right and you see him, coversing with Andrew Davis and Frums, the International Title, slung over his shoulder. Frums and Justin look confused, as Andrew Davis has a blonde wig on and what looks like a Jimmy Harmon T-shirt on, over his suit.$$$
Justin: Uhh, are you okay?
Andrew Davis: OF COURSE! I'M THE 67 TIME WORLD CHAMP! WOOOOOO!
Justin: He's back to this?
Frums: I dunno.
Justin: What do you mean, "I dunno"? He's your president.
Frums: He is? What happened to Jones?
Justin: Do you EVER pay attention?
Frums: What did you say? I wasn't paying attention.
Justin: ...SIghing... Who invited you two anyway?
Andrew Davis-Harmon: I AM...NOT...I REPEAT...NOT...A LIAR!
Justin: Riiiight.
Andrew Davis-Harmon: GOLDMAN SCREWED ME! WOOOOOO! HARMON FOR FWF WORLD CHAMP!
Voice: Harmon?! Where da' fuck 'dat bitch at?! Ima' whoop his motherfuckin' ass.
$$$You turn to see a rather sizeable black, his eyes saggy and his hair in a small afro. You quickly realize that it's none other than Tyrone.$$$
Frums: I dunno.
Tyrone: Don't gimme 'dat bitch. Tell me where the mothafucka' is!
Andrew Davis-Harmon: I'm right here! WOOOOO!
Justin: Damn bitch, since when are you taller than 5 feet?!
Andrew Davis-Harmon: I...AM...THE...ASSHOLE OF THE YEAR! WOOOOOO!
Tyrone: That's it bitch. You're mine!
$$$Tyrone jumps on Andrew Davis-Harmon and begins to punch him quarely in the chest as he drags him down to the floor. Justin and Frums stand there, their hands in their pockets.$$$
Justin: Should we tell him it's really Andre Davis?
Frums: Whatever.
Justin: Alright, well seeing as you can't put together a senseible conversation, I'm moving on.
Frums: Uh-huh, yeah, you're right. That's so interesting.
Justin: ...Sighs... You gonna break this up?
Frums: Of course....
Justin: You want some help?
Frums: Yes, you're so great.
Justin: Riiiiight.
$$$Justin walks away as Frums finally wakes up and sees his former partner being pounded by Tyrone and attempts to break it up...as Justin is walking, he bumps into someone in ragged and torn clothing. He turns, and he looks framiliar, but still lost to you, as he been gone for a long time.$$$
Justin: Excuse me...what's your name?
Man: Just the man I've been looking for.
Justin: What's that supposed to mean?
Man: ...Grabs Justin... You listen here you son of a bitch. You think that you can just change your name and become original?! HELL NO! I saw you speak and it was as if EVERY word was coming from MY mouth!
Justin: WHAT?! LET GO OF ME, WHOEVER YOU ARE!
Man: I'll let go of you when I feel like it...Now you listen, and you listen well. I've seen COUNTLESS others steal from me, but you've taken it too far. You took my identity, my life, my STYLE.
Justin: What the fuck are you babbling about?!
Man: You know EXACTLY what I'm talking about.
Justin: No, I'm sorry I don't. You must be a little delusional and judging from your clothing, you belong with the rejects like Jimmy Luciano and Evan Levine, on the unemployment line. It's bums like you who ruin the American Econo...
Man: ...Tightening his grip on Justin's shirt... You're useless.
$$$The man begins to walk away, leaving you and Justin in his past, but Justin won't let go. He yells.$$$
Justin: Wait a second you son of a bitch, I didn't get your name.
Man: My name? You need only remember that explanations of the obvious are only for the ignorant.
Justin: Huh?!
$$$Justin chases after the man, and you follow, but gets lost in the crowd, next to a couple framiliar faces, The Maximizer and Joey Johnson.$$$
Maximizer: The Max says hello.
Justin: How did YOU get in here?
Joey Johnson: I brought him.
Justin: And how did YOUR ass get into MY party?! We don't allow people on the corporate payroll.
Maximizer: The Max isn't on the corporate payroll.
Justin: Yes, but The Max is annoying.
Maximizer: Awww, The Max is hurt.
Justin: And The Franchise is leaving.
$$$Justin walks away, looking for greener pastures. He stumbles across the door and sees two very framiliar faces.$$$
Justin: Wow, I never expected to see you two here.
Man: Well, The Suprema-Sex-A...
Man: And The Jagged One...
Brock Williams: do their best to keep up to date with personal appearances.
JJJ: You scandlous whore. You always stole the spotlight.
Brock Williams: Did not! You're the fat one!
Justin: Boys, boys, while you're at my party, let's TRY and keep the fighting to a minimum.
JJJ: You're lucky the Jagged One Didn't Run Wild On You!
Brock Williams: Yeah, or else I would have had to find a pillow and a couch and take a nice long nap. And that ain't just a promise...it's a gauran-damn-tee!
$$$As JJJ and Brock get face to face, Justin laughs and moves on once again, trying to find some peaceful territory. He walks over to the, uh-oh, beer keg. NRG and Brain Allen are already there. NRG seems to have a HUGE bottle of beer next to him, as both of them have their "teams" behind them.$$$
MacAllen: Son of a bitch! GIVE ME BACK MY GLASS!
NRG: NO! Get your own Super Alcohol!
MacAllen: You wanna go? I got a bum and a bitch on my side!
NRG: And I have a gay mexican, an impersonator, a super vibrator, a homicidal butler, a midget, AND my bitch is hotter than yours!
Mr. B.: Nathanial, please try to keep the cursing to a minimum.
Dhite: Yeah! And don't refer to me as a bitch!
NRG: Why?
Mr. B.: Just concentrate on this infidel Nathanial.
$$$Justin laughs and walks away as the two sides argue and come close to a brawl. He comes to a corner and OH GOD NO! IT'S JASON SIMMONS!$$$
Justin: ...Trying to sneak away... Oh god.
Jason Simmons: ...Jumping up and down... JUSTIN!
Justin: ...Wincing and turning around... What do you want?!
Jason Simmons: What's going on, bro?
Justin: Don't call me bro.
Jason Simmons: No need to be so mean. After all, I am your bro. AND, I'm in FWF.
Justin: I thought you quit.
Jason Simmons: Nope, for some reason though, the guards have been told not to let me into the building at events. It's like Marlow hates me or something.
Justin: ...Trying to sneak away... You don't say. Well, I've got to be going...
Jason Simmons: Wait a minute, bro. I've got a surprise for you.
Justin: ...Sarcastically... Oh great. I'm so excited.
Jason Simmons: ...Putting his arm around Justin... I know you are. Now come over here and look at what you I brought you.
Justin: ...Staring at a man in the corner... Another drunk?!
Jason Simmons: No, silly! Filipe Baro...how do you say that again?
The Fil: Bara......hiccup...Bara......hiccup...Bara... ...hiccup......Ahh, screw it.
Justin: ...Taking Jason's arm off of him and slowly walking backwards... Well Jason, it's been, uhhh, fun, but I've got to go.
Jason Simmons: Oh ok, but one question.
Justin: What?
Jason Simmons: Did you change your phone number? Because for some reason every time I call you all I get is some weird message telling that it's the wrong number.
Justin: Uhhh...BYE!
$$$Justin takes off into the crowd, getting as far away from Simmons as possbile. He stops and bends over, gasping for air. When he comes to, he looks up and sees HWA IN Champion, Kurt Stone, the belt slung over his shoulder as well, and "BHB" Brandon Louden standing there, staring down at him.$$$
Justin: Uhhh...why are you guys here?
Kurt Stone: Free beer.
BHB: Free food.
Justin: Ah, well that explains it.
BHB: Speaking of food, you might want to go check out the food table.
Justin: Oh? And why is that?
Kurt Stone: Two fat guys were downing chips and pretzels like there was no tomorrow.
Justin: Ah, well, I better get goin.
Kurt and BHB: Alright, see ya.
$$$Justin walks over to the food table, talking to himself as he goes.$$$
Justin: Who invited those two. Hmmm......Suddenly stopping... MY GOD!
$$$Justin looks at the table. Canadian Patriot and The Polish French Fry are obliterating the snack table, eating everything in sight. Brandon Kearse and Jason Starr are doing their best to stop them. Unfortunately, it isn't working too well.$$$
Jason Starr: ...Hanging off TPFF's back... Justin! HELP!
Brandon Kearse: ...Hanging around Canadian Patriot's legs... YEAH! WE'RE NOT GETTING VERY FAR!
Justin: Guys, if there's one thing I've learned...it's to stay out of their way when they're eating.
Canadian Patriot: Do you feel something?
TPFF: Yeah, it's like I have this itch on my back...oh hey Justin Sane, right?
Justin: Uhhh, yeah...
TPFF: Great party...although the food choice is a bit sub-par.
Justin: Oh, well you guys have fun...
Tons Of Fun: We will.
Jason Starr: ...Nearly crying... Help us! PLEASE!
Justin: ...Laughing... Sorry guys...I'm leaving.
$$$As Justin laughs and begins to leave, he turns and bumps into Johny Box.$$$
Justin: Oh Johny! Hey man! What's going on?
Johny Box: Poop.
Justin: Haha, same old Johny.
$$$Justin puts his arm around Johny Box and they walk off into the crowd, laughing and talking. The camera fades....$$$
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