$$$What do you all have against The Franchise? What has he ever done to you besides verbally and physically abuse you to no end? I mean, c'mon people, Most Annoying? It's obvious the ballots were quite stacked. I mean, please, the people obviously don't lie, and judging from their reaction EACH and EVERY week, The Franchise is NOT, I reeat NOT annoying. Now, in circles such as the oval that JD runs in, he's considered scum of the earth, but since when did his opinion matter? Since when did the "KING" and his chronies have a say around here? Yes, JD might have showed Marlow his assetts, and in some way gotten himself a TV deal, but in no way does he have say when it comes to who matters and who doesn't. In fact, if you were to poll the viewing public, and most of the men in the back, the answer for most annoying for The Franchise, would be a RESOUNDING no. Now, NRG, it seems that YOU got something against me. Well, you want it, BRING IT bitch. YOU GOT THAT?! BRING YOUR FUCKIN SHIT! I WILL TAKE YOU DOWN IN SECONDS! You want to hunt my kind?! I'll show you that the only thing worse than a hangover is a pissed off narrator. Yeah, I'm challenging YOU Glore, any time, any place, Narrator vs Drunk. I'm not afraid of you. In fact, I'd welcome the opportunity to beat your ass. We've been oppressed TOO LONG! No more! I'm setting my foot down NOW! Narrators will stand up for themselves and will prove once and for all that some alcoholic with a bad hangover can't threaten us like that! Glore, know this, now YOU, are the marked man.$$$
$$$As the scene fades in, you can see the dark of night around you. The lights that light it up, turning it into day, shine brightly. The street ahead of you is bright, and packed with people, mostly limousines. You walk forward, looking around. You look into one limo and see Dave Dexter and Jimmy, women surrounding them, and Slammys out the ass. You walk further, after sighing, and see MISSLE and MELISSA in a limo, getting "intimate", before quickly closing the window. Walking further, you see Chaos in his 1969 Crimson Corvette, with Aphrodite and Kala. "Black 1" by Type O Negative is being heard from Chaos' car. He is followed by Ranma Saotome, Brock Williams, and many others. You continue further, on your last attempt at finding something interesting. You see one limo, in the pile of many, packed in traffic, with its door open. You walk forward to it, and you see Justin Sane sitting there, one Slammy in his hands, another to his left. Norman is sighing. You calmly slip in, unnoticed, as you pick up on the conversation.$$$
Justin: DUDE! I WON AN AWARD!
Norman: Umm, Justin, have you read the label yet?
Justin: Why should I?
Norman: Well, because it'll show that it's a BAD award!
Justin: Oh yeah? Well if it's so bad then why would they give it to me?!
$$$Norman sighs and looks at Justin with that "Why me?" look. Suddenly, Justin notices something over on the other side of the limo.$$$
Justin: Yo, Norman, what's that over there?
Norman: That? Why I don't know. Let me go see.
$$$Norman reaches down and pulls back what looks to be another Slammy. Norman and Justin are confused as Norman brings it back to their side of the limo.$$$
Justin: What's that?
Norman: ...scratching head... Another Slammy.
Justin: I won ANOTHER?!
Norman: Apparently so.
Justin: Wow, I'm SOOO much cooler now.
Norman: Don't you even want to know what it's for?
Justin: Does it matter?
Norman: Apparently, not to you.
Justin: So then why do you ask?
Norman: ...sighs... I don't know...I just don't know.
$$$Norman and Justin sit back, silent. TIme passes.$$$
$$$Still silent.$$$
$$$You better believe it's still quite as a mudda' fuckin' mouse.$$$
$$$Alright, this is getting ridiculous...SPEAK DAMNIT!$$$
$$$DAMNIT! TALK DAMN YOU! TAAAALLLLK!$$$
Justin: So, Norman...
$$$FINALLY!$$$
Norman: Yes Justin?
Justin: You gonna read it or what?
Norman: ...sigh... If you insist.
Justin: Well what are you waiting for?
Norman: I'm about to read it, if you would just wait.
Justin: Well then just read it!
Norman: I'M GOING TO!
Justin: Who's stopping you?
Norman: You know, I'm starting to see why you won that award.
Justin: Which award?
Norman: That one.
Justin: This one?
Norman: Yes, Justin, that one.
Justin: Why not that one?
Norman: Ugh.
$$$Norman sighs and then lays his head back, only to be interrupted.$$$
Justin: You know what?! I'm sick of waiting for you! Gimme that!
$$$Justin rips the other Slammy from Norman's hand and begins to read the label.$$$
Justin: ...reading... PPV Main Event of the Year...Jimmy vs. Chaos vs. MISSLE vs. Justin Sane vs. Shaku Endbringer...Insurrection 2000...Funny...
Norman: ...sitting up... What?
Justin: I don't remember that match.
Norman: You should.
Justin: And why's that?
Norman: Well, I don't know if I should tell you.
Justin: Oh please, I probably lost, right? Ended up in the hospital? Right?
Norman: You're two for two there.
Justin: Wait a second...
Norman: ...bracing... Oh god...
Justin: IT WAS MY FIRST PAY PER VIEW MATCH!
Norman: ...still bracing... DON'T HI...Oh, yeah, right.
Justin: Whew, good to remember that, but why don't I remember wrestling in it?
Norman: ...acting innocent... I have no clue.
Justin: Hmmm, odd.
Norman: Very.
$$$Justin sits back, staring at the PPV Main Event of the Year Slammy, thinking. He's clueless, big shock there.$$$
Norman: You know Justin, perhaps we should move on from this.
Justin: Yeah, I guess.
Norman: ...worried... Yeah, so did you have fun tonight?
Justin: Yea..WAIT! I REMEMBER! I REMEMBER WHY I DIDN'T WRESTLE THE MATCH!
Norman: ...scared... Oh, you do?
Justin: ...getting angry... YEAH! And he hosted the show tonight.
Norman: Desiree Goldman?
Justin: ...furious... I said...HE!
Justin: ...stalling... Oh, well then, that only leaves...
Justin: ...insane with rage... GARY BROWN.
$$$Justin begins to breathe heavily, and that fire from months ago, returns. Norman tries to calm him down as the camera fades....$$$
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