$$$And so we arrive. The biggest week of the year. The biggest event of year. It's the show everyone's watching. Last year, they didn't watch to see Justin Goldman parade himself around the ring, they didn't watch to see Jimmy Harmon and his gold leisure suit, and they didn't watch to see some idiot named Sazuka defend Davy Disco like he was his mistress. No, they watched for ONE, simple reason: To witness, first hand, Justin Sane SUCESSFULLY defend his Hardcore Title against Ringo Roberts, whose incompetence is surpassed only by JD Lawson's own. Speaking of the "KING", it surprises me that you can claim a "victory" over The Franchise, when you DAMN well that you didn't win that, at least on your own. Don't worry, though JD, it's alright. If you wish to show your fear for The Franchise by making lies, then that's your own perogative. If you want to claim that you shall be the man to stop The Franchise, then be my guest. In fact, please do walk into Sunday thinking that you'll be the one walking out victorious. Bring your stooges, idiots, and bodyguards, because they'll want to witness your single, greatest defeat EVER. Yes JD, I am prom...no GUARANTEEING that you, my friend, will be nothing more than a has been.$$$
$$$But only if it were that simple. Yes, you see, our dear NRG has somehow managed his way into this one. Well Glore, if you want to tempt The Franchise, then join the rest. If you want to beat The Franchise, than join the few. You see, at Cyberslam a couple of stooges and money and/or alcohol aren't going to get you, or JD a win. In fact, you'll be lucky if you're able to stumble your way out of the ring. You see NRG, all the boos in the world can't shade your sense of pain long enough to get through the match. Yes Nathanial, I know that for once in your life, alcohol isn't the answer to THE problem that lies in front of you, but you have to deal with it. Maybe it will take a second beating for you to realize that you never did deserve that Number One Contendership. After all, you've only beaten...uhhh....JD Lawson, for it? HAHAHA, alright Glore, I'll humor you. Let's say you "deserve" that. Let's say that you are the one who should fight the champion after Cyberslam. Now, let's say that Trent Storm has talent, and JD Lawson makes sense. NRG, if you want to dispute that you deserve to fight in the Main Event, at least have the credentials to back it up. So, no matter how many times you beat MISSLE, Chaos, or Jack's college roomate, there is one simple thing holding you back. Not that you lost to The Franchise, which alone is enough, but the plain, simple, and EMBARASSING reason that you, my friend, lost to Jason Simmons.$$$
$$$And now we come to the heart of it all. The man who "owns" The Franchise. Trent, since day one, you had it out for The Franchise. Since your first week here, you made your point clear that you wanted to make sure The Franchise never suceeded. Never before have you and The Franchise met in such a manner than you will at Cyberslam. So it seems that this will indeed be a first, and Trent, we all know how The Franchise reacts to firsts. Yes, we know Trent, we know that no matter what you throw at him, no matter what you say, you can't stop The Franchise. It's alright Trent, there's no reason to get upset. The rest of the world knows it as well, now if only you would SHUT THE HELL UP. I mean, please, it's as if your mouth is permenantly is the open position. The rest of us are sick of the air pollution, and we want it to stop. Alright? Nothing good ever comes out of your mouth. It's always Trent OWNS this and Trent OWNS that, well if you're so great than how come you, like everyone else in this match, didn't win their world title shots? If you're as great as you THINK you are, then how come you haven't done more than them? You see Trent, you can't get around it. You're no better than JD Lawson and Nathanial Rezno Glore. Now if only you would realize that. Then, maybe you'll finally lock your mouth in the upright position and give us all a moment of peace.$$$
$$$As the scene fades in, you can see that you are inside a hotel room. The TV is on, as you can hear it from where you are. You look around, noticing tiling all around you. Towels are to your right, and a sink behind you, with a toilet to the right of that. You reach forward, opening the door. You let the smells of the room seep in, chocolate and liquor?! What the?! You walk forward, noticing that the TV is blasting, but no one is watching it. The coffee table is flipped over and there is a large stain on the rug. You're confused, has Justin been...gasp...DRINKING?! Do we have our own version of NRG? Oh no, not now, not before Cyberslam. You notice there's a door to the right of the TV. You walk to it, opening it slowly, and push it forward. You hear yelling and screaming.$$$
Justin: GOD DAMNIT! WHERE IS IT! GIVE IT TO ME!
Norman: Calm down! We'll find it. It will just take time. Slow and sure wins the race.
Justin: Screw slow! I WANT IT NOW! I NEED IT!
$$$Frightened, you walk forward and notice clothes thrown all over the room and liquor bottles on their side, spilling alcohol, some empty. To your right, you see Justin Sane tearting clothes out of his suitcase, throwing them all over. He moves over to the dresser, but it's empty. You can still hear Norman's voice even though he's not in the room.$$$
Norman: Justin, just relax. It has to be here.
Justin: Oh yeah?! WHAT IF I LEFT IT AT HOME?! WHAT IF I LEFT IT ON THE PLANE?! WHAT IF THE COOKIE MONSTER STOLE IT?!
Norman: Alright, no more chocolate for you before bed time.
Justin: But you said chocolate was good for me!
Norman: I said no such thing!
Justin: Yah-huh!
Norman: ...walking into view... Justin, stop being a god damned idiot and get control of yourself.
Justin: BUT I DON'T WANNA! I WANT MY LUCKY HAT!
Norman: You don't need it Justin. You're perfectly capable of surviving without it.
Justin: ...hands on hips... Have you ever had a lucky hat?
Norman: Uhh, no.
Justin: Well then you wouldn't know that, now would you.
Norman: ...sigh... I guess not.
Justin: You're damn right! Now get to lookin!
Norman: But...but...
Justin: SHHH! HAT!
$$$Norman sighs and begins to look beside the bed. He lifts up three t-shirts and in front of him is one of those hats with the hands on top that clap, with the strings dangling down. Norman's face lights up and he quickly puts it behind his back.$$$
Norman: ...hiding it... Hehe, now I don't have to deal with this damn thing.
Justin: What was that Norman? You found it?
Norman: Uhhh, no Justin, keep looking.
Justin: Are you sure? I thought I heard you sa...hey! What's that behind your back?
Norman: ...looking... Err, uhhh, nothing Justin.
Justin: ...glaring... No, there's definately something there.
Norman: No, nothing Justin, I would never keep anything from you.
Justin: Are you sure?
Norman: Yeah, of course.
Justin: Alright, well, then I'm going to the other room to look for it.
$$$Justin leaves, "seemingly". Norman sighs and pulls the hat out. He walks over to the window and opens it.$$$
Norman: Now I'll never have to deal with this damn thing again!
Justin: ...bursting in... NOOOOOO!
$$$Norman turns around quickly, seeing Justin running to him.$$$
Justin: DON'T! YOU DON'T WANT TO DO THAT!
Norman: ...defensive... Why not?! HUH?! THIS THING IS WORTHLESS!
Justin: Sir, sir, calm down! Think about the family! Think about the wife and kids that he'll leave if you do that.
Norman: ...confused... It's a hat.
Justin: THEN THINK ABOUT ME!
Norman: NO! I'M GOING TO DO IT!
Justin: ...pulling out a water gun... Sir, don't make me use this.
Norman: SHUTUP! DAMN HAT! THIS IS THE REASON FOR ALL OF MY TROUBLES!
Justin: ...inching forward... Normy, you don't want to do this. You've got so much to live for. Don't make me send you away.
Norman: ...holding hat out of the window... AHHHHH!
Justin: NORMAN! NOOOOO!
Norman: ...smirking... HAHA! TAKE THIS YOU PSYCHOTIC BASTARD!
$$$Suddenly, everything goes into slow motion. Norman begins to release the hat as Justin dives towards him, screaming.$$$
Justin: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
$$$Justin tackles Norman to the floor and drenches him with the water gun, as Norman shakes, as if being shot. Justin gets up and looks out of the window as he sees the hat falling to the ground.$$$
Justin: WHY?! WHY DID IT HAVE TO HAPPEN TO YOU!?
Norman: ...getting up... It deserved it! The damn hat!
Justin: NO ONE DESERVES THAT! YOU'RE A CRUEL MAN!
Norman: Ahh, shaddup.
$$$Justin collpases against the wall and begins to cry over his lost hat. Norman picks a towel up off of the floor and begins to dry himself off. He looks at Justin and sighs.$$$
Norman: You know Justin, we can just go down and get the hat.
Justin: ...looking up... Huh?
Norman: Yeah, we can just take the elevator and...
$$$Before Norman can finish, Justin has sped out of the room, leaving the door on its hinge. Norman sighs and throws the towel down on the floor. He walks out as the camera fades....$$$
Your Franchise's Homepage!
