$$$Ladies and gentlemen, we tried. We really did. We tried to prove that the Endbringer was only challenging "The Franchise" because he had "ticked off" "The Franchise." Shaku, however, disagrees. He inists that this is only to shut Justin up. Well Shaku, I ask you, why, my friend, did you finally decide that this was the time to shut Justin up? After all the time you've dealt with Justin, after all of the abusive language directed towards you, you decide that now is the time to stop the talking? Well, obviously Shaku, there is a reason, and it lies in the message delivered yesterday, IT GOT UNDER YOUR SKIN. All of the name calling, all of the times Justin said you were boring, and all of the times that Justin said he'd rather watch a Richard Simmons work-out video than listen to you talk, finally amounted to a point where you couldn't take it anymore. That, Shaku, is called pissing someone off. Whether you choose to agree with me or not is completely your decision. However, there is something that irks me a bit, about you. Your past, Shaku, is what binds your future. It influences your decisions, your words, your actions. Everything is dependant on past experiences. So Shaku, I ask you, why do you disregard your past? You think that just because you grew your hair longer that you are suddenly a new man? No, Shaku, you are still Shaku Endbringer, the same man who's win-loss record is anything but favorable. You see Shaku, in the past, you have proven yourself to be nothing but a fool. A fool, looking for some spot, some moment, where he can shine. And now, you do the same things. You saw a weakpoint in FWF. You saw that MISSLE was champion, a man you obviously could defeat, simply because you could intimidate him, anger him, and throw him off of his game. But see Shaku, when you gave Justin a shot at your belt, you thought you saw an oportunity, but all you did, was concur with my assessment. You're a fool, Shaku, a damned fool, and on Teusday, you're going to have to pay for all the times you put the people to sleep, you're going to pay for all the times you wasted a chance that shouldn't have been yours, and you're going to pay for making the biggest mistake of your puny life, giving Justin, an opportunity.$$$
$$$As the view fades in, you see a dark blank, interrupted at points by a spot of gray. Suddenly, you hear the sounds of cars speeding by, and horns honking. A yellow blotch comes into view and takes up most of the view. As you take a step back, you look at it, realizing it's a cab, the cab from earlier to be exact. As the door opens, a beige Lugz boot comes into view, followed by another, and then, the full lower and upper body of Justin Sane. He's wearing a white Nautica t-shirt, overshadowed by a winter coat, the same leather jacket from earlier, and blue Adidas athletic pants with buttons down both sides. The next two shoes are shiny, almost blinding loafers. They belong to Norman, who exits next, in a three piece suit and bi-focals. The duo walks to the sidewalk as the cab pulls away, but's like they're missing something .$$$
Justin: Do you think throwing Joey and Lil Person out of the cab on the freeway was a good idea?
Norman: ...Nods... Indeed, it was. Statistics show that the fans enjoy your promotional videos more without the antics of Little Person and Joseph Rock.
Justin: ...Struggling with the idea... But, they've been with me for so long. It's like...
Norman: Justin, statistics show that the phrases "like this" and abbreviations detract from your popularity.
Justin: Wow, you sure do know a lot.
Norman: Indeed Justin, indeed....Now, let's hurry along. We have business to take care of here.
Justin: Wait, Normy...can I call you that?
Norman: You may not. Please refer to me as Norman.
Justin: Aight, Normy, ...Norman growls... but anyway, are you sure this is the right thing to do?
Norman: Yes Justin. By improving upon your physical outlook, we can improve your ratings.
$$$Justin shrugs and he and Norman walk forward into a one floor building that looks like it's from the 50's...Suddenly, the view changes to inside the building, in what looks to be a waiting room. Norman is sitting down, legs crossed, looking very serious, and Justin is in the kids' corner playing with an etch-a-sketch.$$$
Justin: WOOO! These things are so cool! Hey, Normy...did you have one of these when you were a kid?
Norman: ...Looking at Justin... Justin, stop playing with that child's toy. We must prepare.
Justin: ...Still playing with etch-a-sketch... Prepare? For what? You tell the doc what gets ratings and I win the world title. I don't see why I have to "prepare".
Norman: ...Getting up, to get Justin... Justin, sit here!
Justin: ...Putting down etch-a-sketch... You know this new image stuff sucks!
Norman: Justin, statistics show that negativity will only hurt you.
Justin: ...Walking over to Norman... Statistics this, statistics that...I'm starting to miss Joey and Lil Person.
Norman: Justin, you must understand, this is all for your own good. Joseph and you height-defficient friend were only hindering you attempts to succeed.
Justin: If you say so, Normy.
$$$Justin sits down and time begins to elapse. As time passes, person after person enters and leaves the office, leaving Justin and Norman sitting there. Finally, everyone has left as Justin and Norman are stil sitting there, Justin checking his watch constantly.$$$
Justin: Normy...
Norman: Yes Justin?
Justin: Have you noticed that it's been nearly 5 hours and we've yet to see the doc?
Norman: What did I tell you about negativity?
Justin: I know, but I mean, it's been 3 hours since the office emptied. I'm starting to think the doctor left.
Voice: Sane? Justin Sane?
Norman: Yes, that's us.
Voice: You may enter through the door.
Justin: ...Looking around for speaker, seeing none... What the...
Norman: ...Standing up... See Justin, what did I tell you? Always be positive, the statistics never lie.
Justin: ...Still looking for speaker... Dude...where'd that voice come from?!
Norman: Don't lag Justin, hurry along. According to the statistics...
Justin: ...Finally standing up... Yeah, yeah...I'm comin'...
$$$Justin and Norman walk to their left, into a door marked DOCTOR NOOFY. The view switches to inside the office and you can see Justin and Norman sitting down, opposite a desk where a man sits, in a white lab coat, a compute in front of him. He turns to greet Justin and Norman.$$$
Man: ...Extending hand... Welcome to the New Day Plastic Surgery Center...
Justin: PLASTIC SURGERY?!
Norman: ...Shaking hands with the man... Yes Justin, you heard correct. This is Doctore Noofy...
Justin: ...Giggles... Noofy! Hahaha!
Doc Noofy: Yes, well, I'm going to ignore that. Norman here tells me that you are looking for a new look.
Justin: ...Still laughing... Huh? Oh..uh, yeah. I need a new look so the front office can see that I'm worthy of moving up.
Doc Noofy: Ah, so you want to get a promotion, correct?
Justin: Uhhh, yeah. I guess.
Doc Noofy: Do you have any specific things you'd like me to consider?
Norman: Yes, we have come statistics and figures to show you what works in Justin's line of work.
Doc Noofy: Alright, well let me just type a few things in here.....typing......Uh-huh..yep, ok...hair, uhhh mullett...
Justin: ...Standing up... DID HE JUST SAY MULLETT?!
Norman: ...Calming Justin down... Calm down Justin...he's just doing the preliminary tests.
Justin: He better be.
Doc Noofy: ...Nodding in approval... Alright Justin, we have here a preliminary new look for you...
Justin: This is a joke, right?
Doc Noofy: Not in the slightest.
Justin: ...Leaving... That's it, I'm out of here. You comin' Normy?
Norman: ...Gives one of those confused looks to Doc Noofy... Of course, Justin.
$$$Justin and Norman leave the office of Doctor Noofy and head for the street again. Justin tells Norman to go and get them a cab as he speaks.$$$
Justin: Ah well, apparently this new look stuff isn't as easy as it seems. However, this Tuesday, will without a doubt, be as easy as a child's jigsaw puzzle. Shaku, you made a mistake, and you realized it. You let your temper get the best of you and you attempted to prove your "skill" by challenging me. But what do you see now? What do you see when you look in that title belt? You see me, holding the belt high above everyone, laughing at YOU, Shaku. You see your pathetic carcas on the floor, trying to compensate for the fact that he just recieved the biggest thrashing of his life. Shaku, when you made the challenge, in the middle of the ring, the fans chanting your name, you were telling me, along with the rest of the fans in that building, that I had gotten to you. Despite your claims, despite your attempts to tell me that you only want to shut me up, you know, in your mind, in the 3% that you use, that my tongue lashings, reached home. And now what are we looking at, Shaku? We're looking at a Pay Per View type matchup on Tuesday Night Bomb. The fans? The fans are looking at their two favorites competing to prove who's the better man. But what about the variable that no one thought of, the front office? What is Marlow looking at? What does he see when he looks through his impish eyes, while sitting on his telephone books, at his deask three times the size of his Volkswagen Bug? All he sees, despite what you think, is ratings. He sees the fact that he gets to pit the two greatest men in this business against each other. He sees, dollar signs, rolling in from all directions, and he'll do anything to keep it that way. So while you think you may have Marlow on your side, look at how quickly he turned on MISSLE, and for what? Better buyrates? Shaku, I know it, the fans know it, now it's time for you to know it. Marlow is only looking out for his best interests, and in a month, those won't involve you, so I warn you, Shaku, watch yourself out there, because I guarantee you, Marlow won't be.
$$$Justin looks to Norman who still can't catch a cab. He's jumping up and down and waving his arms as Justin laughs. He turns back and then speaks.$$$
Justin: Now Shaku, it comes to my attention, that you question my previous attempts to wrangle this belt away from the holder at that time. You insist that I've failed miserably every attempt, when the truth is far from that. So in order to educate you, I ask that you take a stroll down memory lane with me. Think, Shaku, think real hard, and try to remember this, October 08, 2000, Insurrection: TexXxas Massarce. That night, was to hold one of the greatest matches of all time, a 5 Way, Last Blood match for the FWF World Heavyweight Title, held, at that time by Jimmy. However, there was a problem that night. I, Justin Sane, never got to the match, well, not in one piece anyway. That night, before the night was even halfway done, I was attacked by a man, later identified to be Gary Brown, and thrown through a car windshield, shattering any chance I had of competing in the match. Shaku, you remember that night, I know you do, and I know you remember what happened to me. So tell me Shaku, tell me how that applies as failing miserably. Telling how failing miserably includes not even making it to the matchup because someone was too much of a coward to confront me, man to man. Now, Shaku, October 26, 2000, Thursday Night Madness. That night, was to be my revenge against the two men who had tortured me the most over my career in FWF. First, Justin Sane vs. MISSLE. If I were to win, I would advance onwards to face off against Jimmy for the Heavyweight Title. All the pressure was on MISSLE, and what happened? He failed, miserably. By hitting me with a chair, MISSLE sent me catapulting into the Main Event, causing Jimmy to defend his title when he definately didn't want to. So then came the main event, Justin Sane vs. Jimmy for the World Title. The match was, without a doubt, the point in my career where I showed everyone what I was made of. The outcome of the match, however, was controversial, at best. You see Shaku, as you may remember, I had brought Jimmy high above the ring, the top turnbuckle to be exact, and with my last burst of energy, attempted a superplex. It was executed to perfection and Jimmy went crashing through the ring, me quickly behind him, and as I reached over with my dangling arm to pin him, the referee counted, 1...2...and in one what seemed like the longest second of my life...3. I had done it. I had become World Champion. But wait! Jimmy disagreed, and so the next week, Jimmy showed footage, proving that he was never fully down, giving him the default win. So you see Shaku, the two times I had my chance to shine, I was ROBBED, and each time it was by two, cowardly men, afraid to admit their own cowardess. And so now, I march into Tuesday, knowing full well the same thing could happen to me at Bomb, but I'm ready. I'm ready for you, I'm ready for the hype, and I'm ready for physical test that lays ahead of me. You must ask yourself the same thing.
Norman: ...Yelling... Justin! I finally caught one!
$$$Justin turns to look at Norman who has jumped in front of a cab. The driver is out yelling at Norman as Justin laughs. Justin moves over to break up the situation and calms down the cab driver. He moves Norman over towards the side of the cab, opening the door.$$$
Justin: Apparently those statistics never told you not to jump in front of a cab.
$$$Norman snickers as he ducks into the cab, and watches from inside as Justin quickly follows. He closes the door as the cab speeds off. The camera fades....$$$
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