$$$Now Money, I can't blame you for being silent. I mean after all, you did take one of the most brutal and vicous verbal lashings in the history of entertaiment. However, I can blame you for being an incompetent fool with the intelligence of a rhino with a brain tumor. Now if you don't want to confront us about the abuse that took place yesterday at this time, then you'd be considered smart, but if you plan on still beating Justin after remaining silent for so long and showing up "with a vengeance", well then you'd be considered an idiot. You see Money, as was pointed out yesterday, after all Justin has gone through, after all he's done, why would you want to start shit with him? What has he ever done to you besides embarass you inside the squared circle? Hmmmm? C'mon Money, you seem to have the answer for everything else. For example, Justin Sane has a chance to destroy the most asanine man in the company, but you don't want to see that happen. What's the answer? Oh yes, plant Justin across the head with your "title" belt. Next example, Justin Sane has an opportunity to prove to JD Lawson just why he is WORHTLESS, but once again, you refuse to let that happen. What do you do now? Oh yes, take a page from your book and deck Justin, causing him to LOSE. So Money, as I have pointed out, it seems you have the answer for all of your problems. Well, here's a new one for you to solve. "The Franchise" Justin Sane wants to beat your ass so badly, he'd pass up a shot at Shaku to do it. He wants to hurt you so badly that he's willing to break his own bones to do it. Money, you have the answer for everything, right? Well, then answer that.$$$
$$$As the scene fades in you can begin to see a light blue. It begins to vibrate while you hold it in your hand. You feel a bit shocked as it is severly shaking in your hands, whatever it is. You still cannot discern what you are holding because, oh you guessed, your vision is blurry. Is this getting repetitive? Well then get your damn eyes checked! Well anyway, as expected, you still can't see what you're holding, but you can begin to see around you. You can make out moving figured of all shapes and sizes, two of which are dancing around each other in what looks to be a blue circle with red lines going through it. You discern two similar objects to the right and left of you. To your left, one figure is holding the same object as you, standing still. To your right is one figure who seems to be the one causing the object to move with powerful strikes against it. As your eyes begin to clear up...(about damn time)...you notice that the man on your left is indeed Norman, Justin Sane's publicist. He doesn't seem to be handling what you discern as a punching bag, well. To your right is the man dishing out the punishment. He's wearing a white shirt, sleeves cutoff and sweat pouring down from his forehead. He's wearing read Everlast gloves and seems to be hitting the bag rather hard. Norman looks upset.$$$
Norman: Do you have to hit it that hard?!
Justin: You were the one who said I had to train.
Norman: Yeah, but I didn't mean by using me as a target.
Justin: Oh, don't worry, that doesn't come until later.
Norman: There's a later?!
$$$Justin begins to hit the bag even harder and harder. Norman is starting to feel it in his gut now.$$$
Justin: STUPID STRAIGHT MONEY!
Norman: ...in pain... Owwww...
Justin: ...speaking every time he punches... WANTS...TO...FUCK...ME...OVER?!
Norman: ...hurting... Pain...severe pain!
Justin: ...speaking every time he punches... STUPID...MOTHER...FUCKER!
Norman: ...crying... THE PAIN! MY GOD! THE PAIN!
Justin: ...speaking every time he punches... I'VE...HAD...ENOUGH!
$$$Justin reaches back, angry as hell and winds up. Norman, thinking the punishment is over, walks in front of the bag, wanting to lean back against it. Without warning, Justin comes forward, and the results, well let's just say they're less than stellar.$$$
Norman: ...dropping to floor... I'm alright...Really, I am. I'll be fine...
Justin: ...worried... Oh shit! I didn't know you were there! I'm sorry! Are you ok?!
Norman: ...starts to cry... Oh yeah, I'm dandy.
Justin: ...worried... Where'd I hit you?
Norman: ...holding gut... Let's just say I won't be delighting any ladies any time soon.
Justin: ...stepping back... Ohhhh, that's gotta hurt.
Norman: ...sarcastic... Na, it feels just like a wet dream.
Justin: ...impatient... Yeah, yeah, so you going to get up or not? We have other exercises to cover, you know!
Norman: ...trying to get up... Gimme a minute. You know, you would think you would be more sensitive after you were the one who hit me.
Justin: ...helping Norman up... Ah, you got in the way of my punch. Deal with it.
Norman: ...finally up... One of these days you're going to get paid back for all of this.
Justin: ...sigh... Yeah that's what the communist mexicans, the fat italian token dispenser, and Jason Simmons said.
$$$Norman laughs as Justin guides him over to an area in which there are dumbbells. Justin lies down on the bench but then gets up, telling Norman to sit down.$$$
Justin: You sit man. You need to bulk up. Besides, from here I can scope out the ladies.
Norman: ...laughing... Yeah, like you could actually get a woman to look at you, let alone talk to you. Why don't you go find a friend?
Justin: I have a friend.
Norman: Oh really? Where is this "friend"? Oh, and the midget and the idiot don't count.
Justin: ...pointing at Norman... You.
Norman: ...smiling... Rrrriiight.
Justin: ...getting sappy... You know that I love you.
Norman: ...threatening voice... I will kick you in the nuts again, and don't think I didn't enjoy that.
Justin: Yeah, yeah, just lay down on the table and get to lifting.
$$$Norman puts on gloves he found at the side of the table and then powders his hands, why? Only god knows why. Justin spots. Unfortunately, it doesn't seem to be going very well.$$$
Norman: ...struggling... Ugh...jesus christ...how many...weights did you put on here?!
Justin: ...chuckling... Uhhh, none.
Norman: ...sitting up... WHAT?!
Justin: ...laughing... You couldn't lift the freakin' bar, man. That's sad.
Norman: ...smacking Justin... Shaddup and put on some weights.
Justin: You sure you don't want to go get a mop? I mean that might be just the right weight for you.
Norman: ...glaring... Put on 30 on each side, jackass.
Justin: ...loading... There you go, genius. See if you can manage to lift this.
Norman: ...cracking fingers... No problemo.
$$$Norman sits back and grips the bar. Justin helps him to pull it off the bar, and then, as Norman holds it up, Justin lets it go. He sees something, or should I say, someone.$$$
Norman: ...alarmed... WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!
Justin: ...walking away... Just pump it, up and down, up and down, you'll get it.
$$$Justin walks away, greeting a member of the fairer sex next to the punching bag. What he doesn't see, is Norman is quickly losing control of the bar, in fact, he's barely keeping it off his throat.$$$
Justin: ...suave... So, what are YOU doing?
Woman: ...confused... Uhhh, nothing. Why are you talking to me?
Justin: Hey, hey, no need to rush it. I know you want to be with me, but we're going to have to take it slow.
Woman: ...annoyed... Apparently, you didn't get the point.
Norman: ...yelling with the bar across his neck... Uhh...Justin...help!
Justin: ...ignoring him... Not now, I'm working it.
Woman: Working it?! What?! GET AWAY FROM ME!
Justin: ...stroking goatee... Alright, I know what's going on.
Woman: ...relieved... Finally!
Justin: You're worried about a serious relationship. Don't worry baby, I'm just gonna do ya and leave ya!
Norman: ...choking... Justin...I'm sufficating here...HELP!
Woman: ...fed up... I've had enough...Close your eyes, and stand right there.
Justin: ...smirking... See, I knew you'd come around.
$$$Justin closes his eyes and the woman leans back and launches a punch straight to Justin's groin. Justin stumbles forward, his eyes still closed and runs right into the bench where Norman is laying, nearly dead. Justin opens his eyes and is filled with fear. He helps Norman get the bar off and then, as holding his "special" area, pops the wrong question.$$$
Justin: Why didn't you say anything?
$$$Norman, holding his neck, which is beat red, just glares at him. Justin looks confused, and in pain, like always. The camera fades....$$$
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