$$$Ah, it seems like this day comes rather quickly. It was only, what, three days ago, that I had to make this very same speech? Ah, well, if I must, then I must...It seems Money, that tonight is indeed the night that The Franchise shall get his revenge. Some, specifically Trent Storm and JD Lawson, tend to disagree. So, for theirs, and your benefit, I will offer up some type of guarantee to you, since you seem to willing to do the same for Justin. Money, I can ASSURE you that your's will be the one in the middle of the ring, on his back, crying. I can RE-ASSURE you that yours will be the head spilling blood, onto the clean white canvas. Oh, and Money, as an old friend used to say, I can GUARAN'DAMN'TEE that Justin will walk out of there with his hand raised, while you, my friend, will barely be able to walk at all. Now, Money, is that SO hard to understand? Is it that impossible to deal with the fact that the reason you don't get the title shots and the recognition that Justin has because you simple don't have the same level of talent? Ah Money, the inadquacies of the moronic. They're so hillarious, don't you think? I, personally find the fact that Trent Storm is still able to run his mouth after being THOROUGHLY embarrassed by a god-damned drunk. A DRUNK! Or how about JD Lawson's ability to brag about his "win" when all that he really did was roll over, which he is seemingly accustomed to. Perhaps, Master Marlow has tought you well JD. Ah, but still, Justin must trudge onward in these ridiculously laughable circumstances, only to survive the drudgeries of FWF, and become, once again, FWF World Heavyweight Champion.$$$
$$$As the scene fades in, you can CLEARLY see! It's a mircale! YOU CAN SEE! LASER SURGERY REALLY WORKS! Wow! But anyway, you can see around and discern that you are still the same gym from yesterday. You look around, seeing the men and women working out, and there they are, standing over by a few training "instruments". Justin is holding a jump rope and Norman is looking off to the side, holding his limbs and wincing from his injuries, sustained yesterday.$$$
Justin: I'm telling you man, I didn't know you were there.
Norman: ...that "look"... Yeah, sure you didn't. I'm sure you didn't see me that full 5 seconds before you hit me in the balls and I'm sure you didn't hear me screaming while I was suffacating.
Justin: I didn't, really!
Norman: ...sarcastic... Uh-huh.
Justin: ...apologetic... C'mon man, why don't you believe me?
Norman: ...ticked... Well, let's just say I have my reasons.
Justin: What reasons?
Norman: My reasons. Don't worry about them.
Justin: ...whining like a child... BUT I WANNA! PLEASE!
Norman: ...annoyed... Damnit Justin, just fucking jump rope!
Justin: ...sticking out tongue... Fine, but now you can't come to my birthday party.
$$$Norman sighs and turns his back, putting ice packs on all but four parts of his body. Justin picks up the rope, and TRIES to jump rope, but unfortunately, fails miserably.$$$
Justin: ...tangled in ropes... Uhh, Normy, I have a question for you.
Norman: ...not turning around... What now?!
Justin: ...still tangled... Well, you see, I...er...Joe Jack...
Norman: Joe Jack?!
Justin: YES! What's so hard to believe about that?!
Norman: ...sigh... Whatever.
Justin: ...you better believe he's still tangled... Well, as I was saying, Joe Jack was jumping rope when suddenly, he fell in them and well, now Joe Jack can't get out.
Norman: ...still turned around... Justin, did you get tangled in the jump rope?
Justin: ...offended... UGH! No! I told you, it was Joe Jack!
Norman: ...laughing... Justin...
Justin: Yeah?
Norman: Who's Joe Jack?
Justin: ...ashamed and DAMN TANGLED!... Me.
$$$Norman turns around to see Justin laying on the floor, tangled in the rope, barely moving. Norman laughs and then bends down to help him out.$$$
Norman: ...trying to find the end of the roped... How did this happen?!
Justin: Well, you see, I was jumping and I fell.
Norman: Wow, pretty descriptive.
Justin: I can't remember much. I hit my head.
Norman: Now? Or when you were five months?!
Norman: ...scratching head... Good question. I have this huge bump right on the top of my head. My daddy, according to my mommy, dropped me, but he ran away from the family before I could ask him. You see...
Justin: I get the point......lights up......found it!
Justin: You found my daddy?! WHERE?! DADDY! WHERE ARE YOU!? DID YOU DROP ME ON MY HEAD?!
Norman: ...smacking Justin... I found the end of the rope dimwit.
Justin: ...holding stuffed elephant... There's no need for name calling, just because I have a daddy and you don't!
Norman: ...sigh... You DO realize that's a stuffed elehant, don't you?
Justin: ...appalled... HOW DARE YOU!
Norman: ...shocked... What?!
Justin: ...smacking Norman... Don't you ever call my daddy, fat!
Norman: IT'S A STUFFED ELEPHANT FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!
Justin: LIAR!
Norman: I'll prove it to you!
$$$Norman reaches for the elephant, but Justin won't let him touch it. Norman jumps on Justin and tries to rip it away. He grabs a hold of the head and tugs...oh god, the head...just...ripped...off.$$$
Justin: ....hysterical... NOOOOOOOO! DADDY! DON'T LEAVE ME!
$$$Justin reaches and grabs the head, desperately trying to reattach it.$$$
Justin: ...desperate... DOESN'T ANYONE KNOW HOW TO PUT A HEAD BACK ON!? ANYONE! PLEASE! I'M BEGGING YOU!
$$$Everyone just laughs at Justin and it doesn't sit well with him. He begins to cry, but then looks up, with hate in his eyes. He looks directly at Norman and doesn't seem too happy.$$$
Justin: ...glaring at Norman... That's it! You're going down!
Norman: ...worried... Huh?! What did I do?!
Justin: ...pissed... You know what you did, you, you...DADDY KILLER!
Norman: ...beginning to walk away... You're insane. I'm leaving.
Justin: ...pulling him back... No, you're not! Put on your head gear. We're taking this to the ring!
Norman: You've lost it. I'm going home. I'll see you later.
Justin: Oh no you don't.
$$$Justin tries to get up but realizes he's still stuck in the rope. He tries again, but miserably fails. Norman continues, until suddenly, someone comes out of no where and grabs him, pulling him to a bench. He takes out some wrestling gear and it looks like they're going to go at it after all....$$$
$$$The camera fades in to show the boxing ring with everyone and their college roomate gathered around the ring. Justin and Norman are in the middle of the ring, ready to go at it. Norman is looking like he can actually fight. He's dodging and moving, and his punches look pretty serious. The bell rings and they move to the middle and begin dancing around each other.$$$
Justin: ...glaring... You're going down, bitch!
Norman: ...sigh... Justin, I should warn you about something.
Justin: Oh? And what is that, DADDY KILLER!
Crowd: YEAH!
Norman: ...gives that "look" to the crowd... I used to do something else before I was a publicist.
Justin: Oh? Did you kill Daddy's for living?!
Norman: ...sigh... No, Justin, just listen. I used to, uh, well box.
Justin: What?! Did you just say you have a box?!
Crowd: ...taking collective step back... Whoa.
Norman: No, you moron! I used to be a professional boxer!
Justin: Oh?! What was your record?! ZERO AND SEVENTY KA-JILLION?!
$$$Justin stops and bends over, laughing, along with the rest of the crowd. Norman sighs and steps back. He winds up, holding his arm back, and when Justin stands up...POW! JUSTIN IS DOWN AND QUITE POSSIBLY OUT!$$$
Norman: ...standing over a fallen Justin... Actually, it was 35-0...with 35 knockouts.
$$$The entire crowd bawls into laughter at Justin. Norman just stands over him as medics try and attend to him. The camera fades....$$$
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