$$$Well, well, well, let me personally congratulate the two biggest halfwits in the entire western hemisphere. Trent Storm, Straight Money, it seems as though you two didn't realize just who it was that you were jumping. Apparently Trent didn't remember that shot to the head from earlier. Apparently Money didn't heed my and Justin's word of wisdow. Ah well, it's not their fault they were born with the IQ of a ox. Perhaps though, Mr. Money can learn from his mistakes on Teusday. Perhaps our dear friend can learn just what he did wrong, and why he should NEVER do it again. Ah, but wishful thinking never seems to work, it always ends in disaster, but that's another story for another time. Now Money, as I sit here, thinking about your possible motives, it comes to me that you have a so-called "victory" over The Franchise. Seeing as I know you'll bring this up at some point, I shall adress it now. Your "victory" was in a tag team matchup in which Justin was paired with the incredibly incompetent and amazingly moronic Jason Simmons. Now, my dear, dear friend, please inform me how many time Justin actually FOUGHT in the match. Tell me how many times Justin was tagged into the match and physically destroyed you and your partner Troy. I believe it was ONCE, and, as previously stated, you and your partner were treated to a physical trashing courtesy of The Franchise. It was after Justin left the ring that his "partner" Jason Simmons was thrown around and beaten from side to side, eventually being pinned, causing Justin to lose and yet again be disgraced by his "brother" Jason Simmons. Ahh, the pains one has to go through when a sibling emerges. So you see Money, before you even try and use this "evidence" to show how you have proven yourself better than Justin, take heed and listen to the words I whisper. And always remember Money, that you, along with Trent Storm, JD Lawson, and Brain Allen are...WORHTLESS.$$$
$$$As the view fades in, you can see a light gray. You see spots of blue and a lime green color on the sidewalk. The air around you is stale with the smell of cigars, cigarettes, and carbon dioxide. You look around, trying to determine where you are, exactly, but to your dismay, can fail to do so. Your vision appears blurred. You see a couple dark and light blurs passing you, shining in what appears to be a light, hanging above. You look to your right and see two stationary blurs, both a paler coler than some of the darker colors you've seen. They seem to be sitting down, directly under the light. As you stare at them further, your eyes begin to clear up and you notice that, while your vision is still blurry, you can make out the two men. One, on the left, a rather muscular man, built well, wearing a black long sleeve shirt and beige cargo pants. The man closer to you seems skinnier, wearing a plaid shirt and what looks to be light green khakis. As your vision clears further, you can tell that these two are Justin Sane and his business advisor, Norman. Justin looks a bit disappointed.$$$
Justin: You know Norman, something's wrong here.
Norman: What do you mean?
Justin: Look at all my losses. I mean ever since I hired you, I've been losing left and right. I thought you said this new image thing would work.
Norman: It should have. I don't know what's wrong. It's worked before.
Justin: ...waving arms... There was others?!
Norman: Uhhh...yeah.
Justin: ...tearing... Why didn't you tell me about them?!
Norman: ...confused... I did...in my resume.
Justin: ...crying... Were they...as good as me?
Norman: ...appalled... WHAT?!
Justin: DON'T LIE TO ME! THERE'S BEEN TOO MANY LIES!
Norman: Did you NOT get the weed out of your system?! Did Straight Money hit you too hard?!
Justin: ...bawling... YOU WERE WITH STRAIGHT MONEY TOO?! AND YOU SMOKED UP WITH HIM?! I DON'T BELIEVE THIS!
Norman: ...REALLY confused... WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!
Justin: ...sarcastic... Oh, nothing...BESIDES THE FACT THAT YOU CHEATED ON ME!
$$$Norman is in absolute shock. He's sitting there, confused, appalled, and god knows what else. Justin is hunched over crying. Norman tries to set him straight, but Justin wants be left alone.$$$
Norman: ...trying to shake Justin... Justin! WAKE UP!
Justin: ...waving him off... NO! DON'T TOUCH ME! YOU...YOU...WHORE!
Norman: ...fed up... Alright, that's it. I'm leaving.
$$$Norman gets up and begins to walk away but Justin turns, still crying.$$$
Justin: ...holding out arm... NO!
Norman: ...turning around... What?
Justin: ...hunched over again... Just go!
Norman: ...shrugging... Fine with me.
Justin: ...turning around again... DON'T GO!
Norman: ...pissed off... What do you want?!
Justin: ...giving him the cold shoulder... Go away!
Norman: ...sigh... Whatever, man. You've lost it.
Justin: ...standing up, yelling... I LOVE YOU!
Norman: ...sickened... EWWWWW! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU?! A HARPER?!
$$$Norman runs over to Justin, places his arms on his shoulders and firmly plants his knee in Justin's nuts. Justin falls to the ground, but gets up, slowly.$$$
Justin: ...COnfused... Dude, what the fuck was that for?!
Norman: You were acting all Harperish because I told you I had other clients before.
Justin: Oh, was I really?
Norman: Dude, you were like Harper on a bad day.
Justin: Bad for us or for him?
Norman: Both.
Justin: ...shudders... My god.
Norman: I know.
$$$Justin and Norman walk back to their spot underneath the light and sit down, waiting for what seems like nothing. Time passes, but Justin finally speaks again.$$$
Justin: So what are we going to do?
Norman: About what?
Justin: About me getting my ass kicked for three weeks straight!
Norman: ...thinking... Hmmmm, I dunno. This image thing usually works.
Justin: Well obviously it failed, MISERABLY.
Norman: Calm down, calm down. There's got to be something we can do.
Justin: Well we better think of something, and quick. I got a match on Teusday and I don't on losing to Straight Money.
$$$The duo tries to think. I mean REALLY try to think. It seems like everything they come up with won't work.$$$
Justin: What about a change of gimmick?
Norman: ...intrigued... What did you have in mind?
Justin: That funky salmon thing seems to work pretty well.
Norman: Oh please, Justin, not that.
Justin: Seriously man. Here, check this......beginning to rap, kinda... It's like everywhere I look, and everywhere I go
I'm hearin motherfuckers tryin to steal my flow
But it ain't no thang cause see my nigga Coolio
Put me up on the game when I step through the do'
Ya know, some of these niggaz is so deceptive
Usin my styles like a contraceptive
I hope ya get burnt, it seems ya havn't learnt
It's the nick nack patty wack, I still got the bigger sack
So put your gun away, run away, cuz i'm back (why?)
Hit em up, get em up, spit em up, now
Tell me what's goin on
It make me wanna holler, cuz my dollars come in ozones
Lone for the break-up, so take off your clothes
and quit tryin to spit at my motherfuckin hoes
Seakin of hoes, I'll get to the point
You think you got the bomb cuz I rolled you a joint
You'se a flea and i'm the big Dogg
I'll scratch you off my balls with my motherfuckin paws
Y'alls, niggaz, better recognize
And see where I'm comin from it's still East Side till I die
Why ask why? As the world keeps spinning to the D-O-Double-G-Y...
Norman: That's enough Justin. Rapping isn't your...uhh...thing.
$$$Justin sighs, and tries to think about alternative solutions. Suddenly, he lights up again.$$$
Justin: Dude, I've got the greatest idea ever.
Norman: Oh? What is it?
Justin: Well, it's kind of complicated, but I call myself "The Sadisctic One", because I think I'm so good. I act all tought and stuff and all the fans will hate me because I double-cross everyone. Then I get in charge of FWF and win the world title! Isn't that such a great idea?!
Norman: Justin, that's the worst thing I've heard since Jim Harper said he was going to start a 900 number.
Justin: ..disappointed... Damn.
$$$Justin then lights up, but Norman shakes his head before Justin can say anything. They sit there for a whlie before Justin lights up again, and Norman again stops him. The same process repeats for a while before Justin gets frustrated.$$$
Justin: Damnit Normy, why don't you like my ideas?
Norman: Because they're stupid. They make no sense, oh and they won't win you championships.
Justin: Well then what will?!
$$$Norman puts his hands into his head as Justin tries to think, although it's not working too well. Finally, Norman looks up, as if he has an idea.$$$
Norman: Hey Justin, when was the last time you trained?
Justin: Trained? You mean like punching bags and stuff?
Norman: Yeah...uhh...stuff.
Justin: I dunno, last, like May.
Norman: WHAT?!
Justin: The ring keeps me in shape.
Norman: Justin...
Justin: What?
Norman: I think we may have a solution to our problem.
$$$Norman smiles as he and Justin stand. They walk off into the distance as the light begins to flick. Norman is heard explaining something as the camera fades....$$$
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