$$$Trent, it appears to me that your credentials are as credible as Dave Dexter's lost to Gravestone at BOMBstruction. Speaking of the old man, himself, it seems that you "brag" about beating Gravestone, when the only thing he's beating now a days is Pat McNasty's monkey. And Marcus T? Please, Trent, even I thought you would try harder. Maybe Marcus T could be considered an "admirable" foe, if not for the fact that the few times Justin saw Marcus, he was thoroughly embarassed by the likes of, well, you and the rest of your CWA "friends". So please, Trent, try to make sensible points next time you decide to respond...WAIT A SECOND! This just in...Trent Storm makes a VALID point in his "witty" repourte. You're right Trent, Justin IS NOT, I repeat IS NOT, Trent Storm. If he were, he'd be a pathetic "wannabe" trying to compensate for his low level of talent and insignifcant babble with bogus points and foolhardy threats. Trent, if Justin were you, he'd be a washout from a basement of a federation, trying to stave off utter embarassment by clinging onto the SUPERIOR organazation in the wrestling world, and pitifully attempting to prove the fans greatest hero a fraud. Point made? Not yet. You see, while you Trent, stand looking through a bargain bin and "entertaining" the biggest rejects since Big Red Scare and Brent Kersh, Justin was hobknobbing with the very fabric of wrestling. Men and women who BUILT this business and made it what it is. The Dexter's, Delinquent's, and Jobber's have spent their lives making sure that failures like you don't get what OTHERS deserve. So who am I to say they're wrong? You know Trent, I'm starting to like this. Maybe you should ramble more often.$$$
$$$As the view fades in today, you can see a light fading in from the background. It blacks out nearly all in sight, except a large object. A large blotch of black lies in the middle of this bright light. As you look, up, you can see him, standing there, his arms spread wide, taking in everything. His eyes are closed, and he is smiling. The black goatie on his chin is neatly cut and his hair is neatly combed into a cromb's nest. The I-MOTHERFUCKIN'-N Title rests on his shoulders. The letters on his black T-shirt stands out as they are in bright red...FWF'S HERO, ICON, FRANCHISE...AND EVERYONE'S F'N ROLEMODEL!...Ahh, the catch phrase, so convenient, so, well catchy. Where's yours Trent?$$$
Justin: You know Trent, you're starting to annoy me. All of these comments about how I'm "disgracing" the International Title by calling it by it's pre-determined nickname are beginning to weigh heavily against you. You see Trent, while you may think you're doing the world a great service by pointing out my "mistakes", you fail to mention your mistakes. You fail to mention how you aren't exactly flawless. For expample, the last time you won this title, how long did you hold it for, exactly? What was it? One week? Or was it two? You see Trent, while I can admit that I have made mistakes over time, my stint as Just Sane being one of them, you still consider yourself as God's gift to entertainment. Well, I'm sorry Trent, that spot is currently filled by Richard Prior....Trent, when last we met I was under that "time" where I was in a sort of turmoil. I know that I wasn't at my best, you know it, hell all of FWF knows it, but Trent, one thing you fail to mention is my time before the unsuccesful "Just Sane schtick." What about my World Title shots? What about all the times I main evented? Oh and what about that time I held the IN title before, by beating, oh what's his name...Jimmy and yes, our current World Champion, Shaku Endbringer? I can see that you "conveniently" left these out of your incoherent rambling. I also see that you didn't mention that while I may not have won WWC, I came in, as a veteran of, what...4 months? Oh and, I still finished better than what's considered the creme of the crop, while you came in a veteran of many, uneventful years and shockingly stole the spot that rightfully belonged to the greatest phenomena to hit wrestling since Dave Dexter's steroid supplements, The Franchise.
$$$You watch as his eyes open and now you see the hate in them. It's as if two blazing fires have been lit in each.$$$
Justin: Now Trent, I look at Saturday, not as a match, but rather as an opportunity. Trent, you, as well as everyone else, knows that many people in the "back," don't consider me World Title material, hell they don't even consider me Title material. One thing I wonder is why? Look at what I've done. Look at the show that I've put on thoughout time. Lost Soul and I put on perhaps the greatest feud of the past feud. Oh and let's not forget my legendary heat with Gary Brown. Or if you wish, we can go current. Look at the three out of the top four in FWF, namely, Shaku, NRG, and JD Lawson. Now ask yourself Trent, how many of these men have you beat? JD? Ahh, but that was back in NEGWA, a federation you basically ran, correct? But anyway Trent, think about it. Think about all the things that I have done to put FWF on top, and try and remember all the things you've done to drag it down to the basement with a certain federation once ran by Jim Harper, which you happened to "thrive in". It's strange how everything connects when you think about it. All the history, all the prestige, it was all routed through The Franchise at one point. So Trent, listen to me today, and listen well, as we take a trip through history.
$$$His arms come down and you step backward as he begins to walk forward. You look on as he makes a right, still smiling, the IN title still over his shoulder, towards a door. The door reads HISTORY 102. He opens the door and a bald professor sits at a desk.$$$
Justin: Is this History 102?
Man: It undoubtably is.
Justin: And you are......Pulls card from pocket and looks at it......Mr. Hall, I presume?
Mr. Hall: ...Standing up... It is.
Justin: ...Shaking Mr. Hall's hand... It's good to meet you.
Mr. Hall: I presume you're Justin?
Justin: Yessa. Do you have the footage I requested?
Mr. Hall: Ah yes, the footage, well...uhh...not really...
Justin: WHAT?! You do realize that's the WHOLE reason I came here, DON'T YOU?!
Mr. Hall: Well Justin, it was very hard to get.
Justin: ...Grabbing Mr. Hall by shirt... You listen here little man, you're going to go get that footage or else I'm going to shove Trent Storm's blabbering head so far up your ass, you'll be able to floss with his golden locks!
Mr. Hall: ...Pointing finger at Justin... You know, this is no way to treat a teacher.
Justin: ..Sarcastically... Oh, like you're really a pivotal part of society.
Mr. Hall: I am! Without teachers like me, the society would crumble, much like that of the Ancient Romans.
Justin: Oh? If you're so important, then the Educational system should be flourishing.
Mr. Hall: But it is!
Justin: Four words, JD Lawson, Evan Levine.
Mr. Hall: Uhh, well they slipped through the cracks.
Justin: They have more experience with cracks than you think.
Mr. Hall: Yes, well anyway Justin, if you'd let me go, I'd be happy to go and find the tapes. I'm sure they're some where in the basement.
Justin: I guess......Puts Mr. Hall down......but I'm coming with you. I don't trust you.
Mr. Hall: ...Brushing himself off... If you must, then please hold a moment.
$$$Mr. Hall goes back to his desk and pulls something out, and hides it under his shit.$$$
Justin: Is that...IT IS! GIMME MY VIDEO!
$$$Mr. Hall takes off, with the videos in his hands and Justin quickly follows. As the corny race music begins, Justin begins to chase Mr. Hall around the school....Suddenly, the scene fades to show Mr. Hall chasing Justin....Then, Justin is looking in classrooms as Mr. Hall sneaks behind him. Justin turns and begins to chase him as Mr. Hall continues to run....Oddly, the view fades to show the stoned, Mexican janitor chasing both Justin and Mr. Hall...$$$
$$$Suddenly, Mr. Hall bursts onto the scene again. He looks around and doesn't see Justin anywhere in sight. He turns and behind him walks forwards as he looks backwards. Neddless, to say, he runs into the wall, quickly falling to the floor unconscious....just one problem, Justin is no where in sight.$$$
$$$Justin FINALLY comes into view through way of a classroom, door, and REMARKABLY, Mr. Hall is still knocked out. Justin walks over to him and tries to wake him up as the corny race music stops.$$$
Justin: ...Smacking Mr. Hall... Damnit, old man, wake up!
$$$Still nothing.$$$
Justin: ...Kicking Mr. Hall in the side... I SAID WAKE UP OLD MAN MCGEE!
$$$Mr. Hall lays motionless.$$$
Justin: ...Pounding Mr. Hall's head into the concrete... GOD...DAMNIT...WAKE...UP...YOU...STUPID...GEEZER!
$$$Ok, something's wrong.$$$
Justin: ...Standing back... Alright...I need to think of something...Wait a second...what's that...GOD DAMNIT! GET OFF MY LEG!
$$$Justin looks down and sees Mr. Hall BITING his leg. When did he wake up?!$$$
$$$.$$$
Justin: ...Shaking his leg... GET...OFF...OF ME!
$$$Mr. Hall holds on as Justin begins to pount Mr. Hall's bald head into the lockers to the right of them. Mr. Hall still won't let go.$$$
Justin: WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR THOSE VIDEOS?!
$$$Mr. Hall suddenly let's go and stands up. He tries to dust all of the dust off of him as he stands in front of Justin.$$$
Mr. Hall: I want you to pay my way through Clow college.
Justin: ...Trying to take Mr. Hall seriously... You're serious?
Mr. Hall: 100 precent serious. I want to learn how to be a clown!
Justin: Alright, but can't you just watch Trent Storm?
Mr. Hall: Justin...Clown college or no tapes!
Justin: GOd damnit, it's like you're holding me hostage!
Mr. Hall: Like that...now......Holding out hands... COUGH UP THE DOUGH!
Justin: Damn, greedy bastard, alright, but first the tape...
Mr. Hall: ...Holding back tape... Nope, SHOW ME THE MONEY!
Justin: .......
Mr. Hall: Just hand it over Sane!
Justin: Alright, alright...how much?
Mr. Hall: A grand.
Justin: ONE THOUSAND DOLLARS TO TEACH YOU TO WEAR OVERSIZED CLOTHING AND HOW TO SQUIRT SELTZER?!
Mr. Hall: You better believe it. The prices of pies have skyrocketed since that song about them.
Justin: ...Cautiously writing a check... Alright, I'll put the money the floor and you do the same with the tape.
Mr. Hall: Fine...
$$$Justin places the check on the floor and Mr. Hall does the same with the video. Justin picks up the video and opens it....$$$
Justin: ...Looking inside case... This is worth a grand...It's going to bury Storm...WHAT THE?! IT'S EMPTY! HEY! OLD MAN! GIMME MY MONEY BACK!
$$$Justin looks up and Mr. Hall is gone.$$$
Justin: Son of a...
$$$Justin throws the case to the floor and it shatters. He walks off into the horizon, as the same bright light shows. The camera fades.....$$$
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