$$$Well Shaku, it looks like a coward you were born, a coward you remain. Too mentally challenged to address your 3 fans? Or is it that Justin has shown that he has outmatched you in every single category known to man? Perhaps, Shaku, after the verbal lashing that Justin gave you yesterday made you realize how WORTHLESS you are. Maybe, if we're lucky, you've decided to call it quits for 37th time. I mean really Shaku, you can't expect to just leave for 3 months and when you come back recieve a world title shot, especially since Justin is going to be the one in charge after tonight. Yes, that's right Shaku, dole out the speed and wake up. You're not going to be Champion after tonight. All you're going to be is a washed up champion in the same line as Chaos and MISSLE, buying drugs from Dave Dexter because it's the only way you can feel better about yourself. So, Shaku, when you're lying in the gutter with a rusty needle stuck in your arm and with those long brown locks in your hand, remember that you put yourself there. Remember how Justin warned you that you were leading yourself down the wrong path. But most importantly, remember how when no one would listen to you, when no one would give you the time of day, Justin listened, and shoved it right back down your throat. You know, it's amazing how after all we've done for you, we're still treated like trash by you and your associates. I mean, sure we made you look like a baboon with his hand up his own ass, and yeah we made you realize that no matter what you say, you're still the biggest the disgrace FWF has ever seen, but I mean look at the positive things. We've taught you that no matter how good you think you are, you should always stay away from the camera because it hurts the rest of us to see such talent go to waste in a pitiful life such as yours. So please Shaku, please remember us while you lay in that gutter. It's all we ask.$$$
$$$As the view fades in, you can see a plethera of colors. There's reds, yellows, blues, and silvers. You realize that what you're staring at is a Used Car Lot. You see the cars lined up in rows, from new and shimmering to old and rusted. You see a rather large man standing next to an old one, with a couple that looks rather gullible. He's wearing a rather lame plaid suit and one of those fake smiles. It looks as if he's trying to coerce the couple.$$$
Saleman: Look, I'm not going to lie to you, this is one hell of a car. She's been through a lot.
Man: I don't know. I mean it looks a little rusted.
Salesman: Well you know what they say about rust, don't ya?
Man: Uhhh, no, I don't.
Salesman: ...Whispering... Well I'm not supposed to tell you, kind of a business secret...it adds durability.
Man: Oh, it does? Well then judging by the rust on this car, it could go what, 3 or 4...
Saleman: Years? Yes, of course.
Man: Miles Bob, miles. I'm not an idiot. Find yourself another stooge to buy a lemon.
Bob: Aww, c'mon, I'll throw in a month's supply of Honest Bob's Rust Remover!
$$$The couple blows off the salesman, Uncle Bob and continues to walk as he tries to reason with them.$$$
Uncle Bob: ...trying to keep up... Alright, listen, I'm going to do you a favor because I like you.
Man: ....walking away, quickly... Don't do me any favors, Bob, because you won't be getting any back.
Uncle Bob: ...Stopping them... Don't worry about paying me back, just listen.
Man: ...frustrated... What, Bob?! What could you possibly give me.
Uncle Bob: Well I'm gonna tell ya...
Man: You better...
Uncle Bob: Yeah, Well...
Man: Get on with it already...
Uncle Bob: I will if you just...
Man: DAMNIT SAY IT ALREADY!
Uncle Bob: DAMNIT, JUST GO!
Man: Fine with me...
Uncle Bob: YEAH! GET OU...Oh, wait no...DAMNIT!
$$$The couple walks away as Uncle Bob walks back to the old car that he tried to sell. He curses and kicks the bumper of the car as it falls off. Suddenly though, he gets tapped on the shoulder. He turns around, yelling, to see Justin Sane and Norman there.$$$
Norman: Excuse me sir, do you sell automative machines here?
Uncle Bob: ...pushing back fender with foot... Why, yes...yes, I do.
Norman: Well we are interested in buying one, perhaps.
Justin: Yeah man, Normy says it'll improve my image.
Uncle Bob: Well then let me welcome you to Uncle Bob's Bargain Bin!
Norman: Justin, I don't like this. Statistics show that...
Justin: Oh, calm down Normy, this place had an ass in the paper!
Norman: What paper was it? The New York Times?
Justin: Uhhh, no.
Norman: The LA Times?
Justin: Nopers.
Norman: Chicago Post?
Justin: Nada. It was Uncle Bob's Weekly Bargain Update!
Norman: ...sighs... Sometimes Justin, I wonder why I took this job.
Norman: You know you love me.
$$$Uncle Bob tells the duo to follow him to a special section for "special customers". There's only rustbuckets and lemons that meet the eye. Norman seems worried.$$$
Uncle Bob: This, my good friends, is just for you.
Norman: Is that so?
Uncle Bob: Yes siree bob! This section is where I only take the customers I like and......puts arms around Justin and Norman......I like you two.
Justin: You hear that Normy? He likes us!
Norman: ...feigning interest... I'm so excited.
Uncle Bob: You should be, because this car......kicks an ANCIENT Chevy......is a beauty. It's perfect for you.
Norman: Justin, are you seeing this...let's go......beings to walk away, alone... Justin?!......sees Justin is fixated on something......What in God's name are you staring at?!
Justin: ...Points... Look! THAT'S WHAT I WANT!
Uncle Bob: Well if you want it then you go......Looking, finally......uhhh, wait, Justin, right?
Justin: ...turning to Uncle Bob... Yes.
Uncle Bob: Well like I said, I like you and I don't want you throwing your hard-earned money away on a lemon like that. So let me interest you in...
Norman: ...in distance, by the car... Justin, you were right! Get over here! This is a find!
$$$Justn slips out from under Uncle Bob's arm and runs over to the car. Uncle Bob kicks the old chevy and the hubcap falls off, along with a windsheidl wiper and the rearview mirror.$$$
Justin: ...excitedly... What kind of car is it?!
Norman: Well Justin, by my judging, it looks to be a black and silver Jeep Wrangler Anniversary Edition, and it's in MINT condition.
Justin: ...pressing face in the window... YES! THIS IS MY NEXT CAR! I DON'T CARE WHAT IT COSTS!
$$$As Justin gawks at the Jeep, Norman walks over to Uncle Bob to discuss price. Uncle Bob seems pretty calm, for now.$$$
Norman: Alright Bob, waddya' want for it?
Uncle Bob: Well, I'm going to be a nice guy and say, 50 Grand.
Norman: Bob, I know you're a reasonable guy, and so am I, but seeing as Justin wants that car so badly, ...getting in Bob's face... if you don't give me that jeep for 25 grand flat, I will flatten your ass right here and now, you GOT THAT?!
Uncle Bob: You're lucky I'm a pacifist!
Norman: Suuuure, send us the bill.
Uncle Bob: Will do, partna.
Norman: One more thing, before we go, call me "partna" again, and I'll break your foot off in your own ass.
$$$Norman walks away from Bob, leaving him frightened. He walks over to Justin, telling him to get in the jeep. Justin piles in and Uncle Bob tosses him the keys, god knows where he keeps them. Justin turns the ignition key and begins to back out, speaking as he does so.$$$
Justin: Damn car salesmen. You can never trust them! They're always trying to sell you this and that, but you want to know the truth? They're all lemons, except this beauty here. This one's the perfect example for all pieces of automotive machinery. Kind of like Shaku's the perfect example for all aspiring drug lords and crack heads. I mean, think about it. He was out of the business for so long, how could he have the money for this apparent makeover? It doesn't make sense. And besides, we all know that the gutter, selling Birth Control and Extacy to 13 year old social misfits from Mississippi is exactly where Shaku's going to end up after I embarass him THOROUGHLY tonight and embarass I shall. Shaku, I've pointed out to you the reasons why I'm going to win. I've pointed out to you the reasons why you're pissed at me. I've pointed out that every time I recieved a World Title shot I was screwed by the corporate entity. What else do I have to do to prove to you that I'm right? What is it going to take to prove to you that I am and will forever be, better than you. Every time that we've met, Shaku, I've come out on top, and tonight will be no different. Tonight, I will show to you, and to MISSLE, Goldman, and Jimmy what they had been keeping in the closets for all this time. And tonight, Shaku, while you lie helpless on the floor, I will revel in the glory of the world title and the cheers of the fans as I stand high above your bloodied carcass, laughing. That's right Shaku, LAUGHING, because I can't help but explode in joy seeing you finally reduced to the state of a vegetable. Shaku, remember my words, and remember them well, you WILL fall to my hands tonight and you WILL bow before me, bloodied, beaten, and LIFELESS!
$$$Justin is now out of the lot and is turning onto the street. You can see the heat begin to fill his eyes. He speaks again, except this time, he's vindictive and vengeful.$$$
Justin: Shaku, I've tired to put all of this away. I've tried to be a nice guy. But it seems that you don't want a nice guy. You'd rather deal with the mad man inside me, and that's perfectly fine with me. If you want to play the physical game, then let's, but if you think it's your game, you're sadly mistaken. You see Shaku, I've been PERFECTING this game my entire life, and for months I kept it hidden, but now you want to bring it out of me. You want me to become the man that NO ONE wants to see, well then be my guest. Tempt me Shaku, tempt me to get angry, tempt me to lose control. Then Shaku, you can see who's in control of the game. We'll see who's the king, and who's the pawn, but most importantly, we'll see how much of a FAKE you are. We'll see how LITTLE you deserve that title and we'll see why you beating MISSLE and becoming World Champion was the biggest sham since Goldman holding the belt high above his head. Shaku, I'm not an idiot. I know that you weren't out there to "scout" me on Saturday. You were out there to see, in whichever way possible, you could take advantage. You're damn right you didn't have a problem with softening me up because you KNOW that you can't take me on without an advantage, albeit physical or mental. Well let me enlighten you Shaku, you never did and never will have an advantage over me. All you'll have is your petty fantasy world in which you "rule" over everyone and everyone wants to play your game. Well Shaku, you face me in the REAL world, where we don't play games. In the real world, when you fuck with someone you shouldn't, that person teaches a lesson so you know not to do it again. It's like a child with a hot stove. The child repeatedly burns himself on the stove, and he refuses to stop, wanting to see if there's anyway he can touch it without getting hurt. Then the adult has to come along and show him that he can't play with fire because when he does, he gets HURT. Then, and only then, does the child understand. So Shaku, I ask you, do YOU understand?!
$$$Justin swerves in front of someone, cutting them off. As the driver curses and flicks his brights, Justin smirks and turns from you, as the camera fades....$$$
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