$$$It's funny how people can question one man and then hours later, proof is released that he is wrong. Take for example, Trent Storm's claims that Justin is and never will be a star. Hours after his constant claims, the Slammy Nominations are released. Now hold on while I count the nominations, 1..2..3..4..5..6..7, ah 7 Slammy nominations. How many did you get Trent? Oh, no need to count Trent, I have the numbers, right here...3. 3 nominations to 7, I believe Justin wins this battle. Oh and in case you wish to measure the signifigance of the categories, were you nominate for best Wrestler? What about best match? Or how 'bout best feud? Wait...nope, nope, and NOPE. Justin wins again. You see Trent, you can't beat someone who has proven people like you wrong OVER and OVER again. All the critics who said Justin would never get a title in WWC, were proved wrong. All the people who said Justin would never win a title in FWF, were wrong. All the people who said Justin could never win more than the Hardcore title, were wrong. And most importantly, all the people who said Justin would never Main Event, normal event or PPV, were proved WRONG. And so now you come in, trying to prove to all of us that you are going to break that streak. You are going to prove "The Franchise" wrong, right? Well go ahead Trent, be my guest. Try and prove him wrong, because the facts are, you're not the first and you won't be the last.$$$
$$$As the scene fades in, you can see a light green, as it...shakes? You back up, noticing you're staring at a palm tree. It's green leaves are swaying in the ocean breeze, as clouds loom overhead, almost like it's going to rain. The rough ocean lies behind the palm trees, crashing on the shore, providing a soothing tone. You look behind you, noticing a large building, surround by others, which look like Condominiums. You watch as elder men and women limp and crutch their way into the larger gray building. To your right, you see one man, a younger man, standing out. A light shimmers off of his right shoulder, and you turn to view what it is. You see a circular piece of gold attached to a strip of leather. You realize who it is as two men walk in behind him, a midget to his left, an Italian to his right, both with worried looks on their faces.$$$
Joey: I don't know if this is the place.
Justin: What, are you crazy? Of course it is!
Lil Person: How are you so sure?
Justin: Look at this place. It's so obvious that this is where Goldman would place it. He's trying to fool me and all the other guys so no one votes against him and he gets all his lackeys to vote!
Joey: You know what Justin, you've had some pretty crazy schemes, including having me arrested in Cuba...
Justin: That was funny...
Joey: Yeah yeah, and then you had me kidnapped so you could expose the man behind this whole conspiracy thing...
Justin: I told you...I had nothing to do with that!
Joey: Suuuuure.
Lil Person: Hey you two...calm down.
Joey: No! This is going too far man. Fixing elections are illegal!
Justin: But this isn't an election...
Justin: It's close enough. I'm leaving. I suggest you come with me, Lil Person.
$$$Joey begins to walk away and then turns back for Lil Person. Justin begins to walk, but Lil Person freezes.$$$
Justin: C'mon Lil Person, let's go do this.
$$$Lil Person doesn't move.$$$
Justin: ...Looking back... Lil Person, I said...LET'S GO!
Lil Person: He's right Justin. This is illegal. I'm not going to jail.
$$$Lil Person begins to walk with JOey as they walk off into the distance.$$$
Justin: ...Yelling... FINE! I DON'T NEED YOU! GO! I'LL STUFF THE BALLOT BOXES ON MY OWN!
$$$Suddenly, a cop walks behind Justin, just as he says that. He puts his hand on Justin's shoulder. Just turns around, and freezes.$$$
Justin: ...Worried... Oh, hello officer. Great day, isn't it.
$$$The officer gives Justin a cold stare.$$$
Justin: ...Worried... Alright then, well, if you don't mind, I'm going to go vote.
Officer: ...Cold Stare... Aren't you a little young to vote here?
Justin: ...No longer worried... Nope! I've been here for over a year! It's my right to vote, after all, I am nominated!
Officer: ...Cold Stare... I'll be watching you, punk.
Justin: ...Worried again... Riiiiight. Well, I'm going to go now. Feel free to stalk me.
$$$The officer steps back and watches as Justin begins to walk towards the building. The view fades....when the scene fades back in, you can see you're inside the building now. Justin is standing at a desk with some rather old women behind it. He seems to be having some trouble.$$$
Justin: Listen here granny, I've been in this establishment for over a year!
Granny: And I'm telling you that I don't have your name here. Therefore, you can't vote!
Justin: Maybe you're looking at the wrong list! Justin...that's J...U...S...
Granny: I know how to spell, youngin'.
Justin: Well then get to looking, beotch!
$$$The entire room silences at Justin's curse. He looks around as all of the elderly people give him dirty looks.$$$
Justin: Don't act like you people haven't heard cursing before. Hell, you people are so old you probably had dinner with the man who invented it all.
$$$Justin flips the finger to one particularly offended woman. He turns his attention back to the table and looks at the woman who isn't looking through any other papers.$$$
Justin: Hey! Why aren't you looking through those papers?!
Granny: Because you aren't on them!
Justin: You want to bet?
Granny: ...Pulls out a wad of cash... How much, junior?!
Justin: ...Taken back... Where the HELL did you get all that money?
Granny: Son, I've got money in places you couldn't imagine!
Justin: ...Shaken... Nor do I WANT to imagine.
Granny: Yeah, yeah...you going to bet or not?!
Justin: ...Pulling his wallet out and counting 100 in 10's... Fine...100 bucks says my name is one one of those lists. YOu got that, old timer?
Granny: Arlight with me, but it's your money that's being wasted.
Justin: Just check it grandma.
$$$Justin slams the money on the floor as the old woman grabs a SINGLE sheet of paper and her glasses and begins to look through the paper....$$$
$$$The scene fades back in as Justin the woman is seen counting the money, laughing. Justin is standing opposite cursing to himself.$$$
Justin: God damnit! Goldman is trying to screw me!
Granny: Suuuure kiddo, thanks for the money.
Justin: Wait a sec...
Granny: What kid?
Justin: You have to let me vote! PLEASE! My entire existance depends on it!
Granny: Yeah, sure junior. Don't make me get that cop behind you to escort you out of here!
Justin: SCREW HIM! YOU HAVE TO LET ME VOTE! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND THE MAGNITUDE OF THIS SITUATION!
Granny: Sure I don't...Officer, please escort him out of the building...
Justin: NOOOOOOOOO!
$$$The officer grabs Justin frum under his arms and then begins to drag Justin, screaming and kicking out of the office. He drops Justin outside, on his ass and smiles. The officer walks back and closes the door, leaving Justin in the parking lot alone. Justin stands up and begins to dust himself off.$$$
Justin: Well Trent, you're lucky, as well as the rest of FWF. It seems as if I didn't get to stuff the ballott boxes for the Slammys. Now, I'm going to have rely on all the Franchise'N Freaks out there to vote for me. And don't think they won't! All of those freaks are going to get out of their chairs, march their asses down here to......looks at sign......wait a second...what the fuck?! THAT SAYS SHINY HILLS RETIREMENT HOME TOWN HALL! GOD DAMNIT! I can't even get that right! That's it. I'm going to Seattle before something else goes wrong!
$$$Justin dusts himself off, thouroughly anrgy at himself and begins to walk towards the street, hailing a cab. The camera fades....$$$
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