$$$Day two, and still, the same old "comedy" from JD and Nate, but yet, nothing from Trent. Could it be he FINALLY realized that maybe he isn't as great as he "thinks" he is. Maybe, just maybe, he has finally come to the conclusion that he is nothing but a joke, and an hillarious one at that. You see Trent, despite your claims of greatness, you're no more than the rest of us, mortal. You're not a "god" and you're not "more talented". You are, simply put, human, and no human can hope to win this sunday. No, only a man, the man, if you will, shall become victorious. That man, has proven through time and torture that no matter WHAT you, or anyone else does, he'll continue to persevere. That man, Trent, is The Franchise, not 'The Paradigm', no "The KING", and not "The Dunken ICON," just simply the man that this company is built on, around, and below. So who are you, Trent, a mere man, to argue that? What gives you, JD, and NRG to contend that you shall be the one to win this Sunday. There will be NO outside help, and there will be NO tampering. There will be, without a doubt, the greatest spectacle, EVER, on display. The most spectacular, most significant, most talented being to ever grace the FWF will be there, Sunday. He won't be in the Main Event, oh no, and he's not a "mid-card" talent. Oh no, he's a legend in the making, a hero in being, and a Hall of Famer on the horizon. His name isn't Storm, Lawson, or Glore. He's not royalty, he's not under the influence, and he's not an example. He is, simple Justin Sane, and the three of you will have to deal with everything that he dishes out on Sunday. Be prepared to learn just how WORTHLESS you are.$$$
$$$As the scene fades in, you can clearly see that you are somewhere on a street corner. Cars fly by, leaving dust flying up in their wakes. A thick layer of smog lies above you, covering the blue sky. You look around and you begin to walk forward, your hands in your pockets. You notice that everyone is looking at you, in a negative manner. It's almost as if you disgust them. You're confused. What did you do? You turn around, trying to figure out what's going on and notice you're walking in front of Justin Sane and Norman. Sane is wearing that hat, with the hands, and he's clapping them...ugh. Norman seems emabarasses.$$$
Justin: Hey Norman, why is everyone hatin' on me?
Norman: For the last time, no one is "hatin' on you".
Justin: Well then how do you explain the staring?!
Norman: Justkm have you looked at what you're wearing?
Justin: Shirt, shoes, shorts, socks...they can see I'm not wearing boxers?!
Norman: ...taken back... That's disgusting!
Justin: ...innocently... I forgot to pack them!
Norman: Well there's no way I'm going anywhere with you unless you buy some. So it looks like we're going to have to go shopping.
Justin: ...furiously clapping hands on hat... WOOOOO! SHOPPIN'!
$$$Norman sighs and they set out for a store of some sorts.$$$
Justin: Hey, Normy, you know what I just realized?
Norman: What?
Justin: Now we can find you a lucky hat, too! WE'LL BE HAT BROTHERS!
Norman: Rrrrriiiiight.
Justin: Seriously man! It'll be great!
Norman: Justin, I think, perhaps, we should concentrate on getting you some delicates.
Justin: Delicates?! You callin' me a girl, hoe?!
Norman: No Justin, I simple meant...
Justin: I know whachu' meant!
Norman: I doubt that.
Justin: Now you callin' me stupid?! That's it bitch, I'm gonna take you down.
$$$Norman sighs and puts his hands up, in a punching position. Justin charges and Norman lets one fly, right into Justin's chin.$$$
Justin: ...fallen back... Lucky punch!
$$$Norman sighs and Justin charges again, and once again gets knocked back with a shot to the side of the head.$$$
Justin: You bastard!
$$$Justin charges once more, except this time, Norman ducks and Justin runs straight into a fruit cart at a local grocery.$$$
Justin: ...covered in fruit juices... You're evil!
Norman: Next time you'll remember not to fight with me.
Justin: OH YEAH?!
$$$Justin leaps at Norman, but Norman moves and Justin goes flying into a hot dog cart. Hot dogs fly all over the place and most land on Justin. He gets up as Norman laughs.$$$
Justin: ...cleaning himself off... Yeah, yeah, you'll get yours.
Justin: ...dying of laughter... Ahahaha! Sure I will. Suuuurrrre I will! HAHAHA!
$$$As Justin finally gets all the hot dogs off of him, and out of his pockets, he turns around to apologize, but as he does he knocks the mustard and ketchup containers out of the vendor's hands. They fall to the floor, and unknowingly, a woman steps on both, squirting ketchup and mustard out.$$$
Justin: ...hiding... What loser got hit?!
$$$Justin comes out from behind the cart, and looks around, noticing everyone is clean. Everyone, except....$$$
Norman: ...drenched in condoments... I swear to god, I'm going to kill you.
$$$Norman is standing there, covered in ketchup and mustard. The funny thing is, he hasn't moved since he got hit. Justin begins to bawl on the floor.$$$
Justin: HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! WOULD YOU LIKE A HOT DOG WITH THOSE CONDOMENTS? HAHAHAHAHA!
$$$Norman doesn't move.$$$
Justin: ...standing up... Aww, c'mon man. It's not that bad.
$$$Norman still stands still.$$$
Justin: Dude, are you alright? Were beaten with ketchup packets when you were a child? Did your father rape you with a mustard bottle?
$$$Justin walks over to Norman and tries to shake him.$$$
Justin: ...shaking Norman... Normy, snap out of it man!
$$$Finally, Norman moves. He looks to Justin with a straight face and says...$$$
Norman: I'll give you a five second head start.
Justin: ...confused... Head start?!
Norman: 5...4...thr...
Justin: OH SHIT!
$$$Justin takes off down the street.$$$
Norman: 2...1...Now, the bitch is dead.
$$$Norman turns, and takes off after Justin. They begin to speed through city streets. Justin is in the lead, but Norman is quickly behind him.$$$
Justin: ...turning head around... YOU'LL NEVER CATCH ME!
Norman: I'd suggest turning around, quick!
$$$Justin turns around to see he's about to run into an old woman. He quickly comes to a stop, pulling up right before her. Norman quickly catches up and is about to pound Justin when the old woman turns to them.$$$
Old Woman: Boys! Please! This is not a playground!
Justin & Norman: Yes ma'am.
Old Woman: Now, I don't care why you were running, but you damn near well ran over me.
Justin & Norman: Yes ma'am.
Old Woman: Now I want you to walk away. Understood?
Justin & Norman: Yes ma'am.
Old Woman: Good, you can go now.
$$$Norman and Justin walk away together, as the old lady watches. The minute she turns her back though, Justin takes off again, with Norman in quick persuit.$$$
Norman: YOU BASTARD! GET BACK HERE!
Justin: MUWAHAHAHAHA! GOTTA CATCH ME!
$$$Justin comes to a busy section and stops. He looks for a place to get lost. He looks left and sees a bargain store. He runs inside and Norman follows. Justin runs over to a t-shirt rack and Norman catches him there.$$$
Norman: ...raising fist... HA! GOT YOU! YOU'RE DEAD NOW!
Justin: ...throwing arms up... WAIT!
Norman: ...bring arm down... What?
Justin: I came in here for a reason.
Norman: And that is?
Justin: To get you a new outfit.
Norman: Oh really?
Justin: Yeah, in fact, I already have a new shirt for you.
Norman: Is that so?
Justin: Yep. Here it is...
Norman: A Sazuka shirt?!
Justin: ...shocked... Uhhh, yeah, of course.
Norman: Since when are those things still on the market?
Justin: Err....uhhh....NICE OUTFIT!
$$$Justin takes off through the store, with Norman in fast pursuit. The camera fades....$$$
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