$$$You know, one of these days, The Franchise will prove to all of you just how great he is, but until that time, he'll be stuck with the "King" and his cronies. You know JD, this isn't exactly "exciting" for us, anymore, either. Instead, it's getting rather sad. Sad that despite The Franchise's showing you how awful you are. Royalty? Please, JD, don't make us laugh. If you were so great than you would have been able to get up from the Last Call and stop that count, but alas, because of your idiocy, Glore came out victorious. Want to blame it on us JD? Please, try to, but you see, you couldn't even contain that drunk after The Franchise had taken him out, so sad. Ah well, JD, maybe there's hope for you...maybe...It comes to my attention that a certain "legend" has claimed that he still has business with a certain someone here. Well Brown, let me extend an open invitation. You want a rematch with THE Franchise, then be our guest, and The Franchise will have no problem sending you to the Hospital once again. Yes Gary, you remember that don't you. You remember January Blizzard and the Flying Canadian Cage. You remember the blood, the mesh, and the mat, seeing as you were on it most of the match. Gary, you remember that The Franchise proved to you exactly what was wrong with you, EVERYTHING. Your ego, your talent, everything, it's all wrong. You see Brown, your ego makes promises that your talent can't cash, and when that happens, your ego is forced to go into hiding, until it can think of an excuse for why the talent side couldn't back it up on its claims of extravagance. So, if you feel like another free trip to the ICU, walk our way, we ALWAYS deliver.$$$
$$$As the scene fades in you see a large white mansion, decorated with golds, blues, and blacks. The large white columns out front are amazing and the cars in the driveway provide no less fascination. Suddenly, you find yourself speeding across the lawn, into the house, as the door opens. You look right, seeing nothing, but then, to your surprise, you see Justin Sane, sitting there, a look of rage across his face and a remote control in his hand. Norman is sitting next to him, looking worried.$$$
Norman: Are you sure you want to be doing this?
Justin: ...silent...
Norman: C'mon, you know this is only going to make you angrier.
Justin: ...silent...
Norman: Fine, but don't look to me when you tear this place apart again.
$$$Norman gets up, stepping around Justin. Justin sighs and looks forward. You look as well, noticing a television set, with a familiar scene on it. You watch along with Justin, who seems be watching a clip from Cyberslam.$$$
Jesper Jenkins: Nathanial Rezno Glore drills Storm with a right hand.. and another.. he�s on fire! He picks Trent up� JD Lawson is up and charges.. BUT NRG BIG BOOTS HIM CLEAR OVER THE TOP ROPE WITHOUT EVEN DROPPING STORM!! GLORE TURNS TO THE CENTER OF THE RING� LAST CALL!!! LAST CALL ON TRENT STORM!!! NRG MAKES THE COVER- 1�. LAWSON IS DOWN ON THE OUTSIDE� 2�. SANE IS DOWN FROM THE ENDGAME� 3!!! GLORE WINS!! GLORE WINS IT!!!..*rewind*...GLORE WINS...*rewind*...GLORE WINS!...
$$$Justin sits back, making sure to press the mute button, the look of rage still apparent. He speaks, ignoring you.$$$
Justin: Glore wins...Glore wins...GLORE FUCKING WINS?! HE PINNED STORM! STORM FOR CHRIST'S SALE!...And now, all of a sudden, I'm supposed to accept this loss. I'm supposed to accept that despite the fact that I dominated, I lost. You can just ...sarcastic... imagine how GOD DAMNED ECSTATIC I AM!...Because of Storm's incompetence, I lost one of the biggest matches in my career, but I have to move on...right? I have to forget about it, put it in the past, and live in the present? HELL NO! There's no way I'm going to forget that BLATANT robbery. I'm going to keep it with me, and ALWAYS think about it, always remember it, always resent it. Go ahead Glore, laugh about your victory, celebrate, and hell, go ahead and develop your 80,754th personality, but remember something when you do. Remember that I'm not going to accept this, and nor will I accept you as a number one contender, because facts are simple, and facts say, you NEVER beat me. Cyberslam? You beat Storm, not me. You didn't pin me, and you never will. I will never let a man like you pin a Franchise, like me. So be my guest Glore, see your shrinks and talk to your murderous butler, have your fun, because your time is running out. The time to laugh and play, is coming to an end, and I'm not going to let a juvenile like you ruin my life. Glore, I will have my redemption, and it will come soon, so be warned, my intoxicated friend.
$$$Justin release the mute button, fast forwarding through what looks to be a collage. He gets to one moment, and stops, revealing a man, standing there, talking to a camera, his massive body overpowering his surroundings. He looks at you and speaks.$$$
A-Train: Until you get tired and quit...*rewind*...get tired and quit...*rewind*...and quit...*rewind*...quit...
$$$Justin mutes it once again, as he stops the tape. He doesn't even look at you, for he is concentrating on the man ahead of him.$$$
Justin: Quit? As in give up, relinquish control, or yield? Obviously, my young foe, you haven't been watching. You want to call me a quitter? The Franchise? The man who built this company? Have you EVER seen me? Have you EVER seen The Franchise yield? Have I EVER given up? No, and I never will, especially not to the likes of you. You want to make a name for yourself that�s fine. You want to be known that's fine. You want to start a war, make sure you can finish it. You see Train, what you said to me has started something that you should have known that you couldn't finish. You want to test me? Then be my fuckin' guest. Join Gary Brown, Lost Soul, Brock Williams, and Trent Storm in the line of people that have fucked with me. You think that just because you "know" the "KING" that you can walk around, saying whatever you want? Well, then fine, say WHATEVER the FUCK you want, but don't forget that EVERYTHING has consequences. All your threats, all your phrases, they all will force you into a fate which you cannot and WILL NOT deal with. No, you'll run, screaming into the night that you were never beaten by Justin Sane, neither in the ring, nor on the mic. A-Train, you're simply a young fool, making asinine comments, forcing idiotic mistakes, mistakes that will come back to haunt you, mistakes that will force you into situations you never even considered, not even in your worst nightmare. So Train, next time you want to call a fight with Andrew Davis and Justin Sane a joke and a waste, you might want to think about what you're saying, before you end up the butt of every joke and the waste that no one wants to talk about.
$$$Justin reaches to his side, lifting the remote once again. He raises it slowly, almost at a crawl. He raises the volume this time, removing the mute automatically. At the touch of a button, the video passes forward, through multiple clips, until it comes to one specific one, one of a man, known by his claim to royalty.$$$
JD Lawson: But the mental scars are impossible to forget...*rewind*...mental scars...*forward*...impossible...*pause*......*rewind*...mental scars...*forward*...forget...
$$$Justin's hand slowly comes down to the couch that he is resting on, placing the remote next to him as the video remains on pause. He looks down, rubbing his eyes, exhausted of this game.$$$
Justin: Mental scars, JD? Things, events, words, implanted on the mind, for the rest of time...you think you've experienced mental pain? You think you've gone through the types of events that force a human being to change? Well, then what I have gone through, must have been thrice the pain. Let's go back JD, to Russia, to Moscow. Let's think....A child, barely a teenager, comes home from school one day, and expects the joyous warmth of his mother's arms, but instead, finds the harsh cold of danger. He finds his family, captive, taken because they said something different, and because their own flesh and blood, their son, has betrayed them. He hides, not wanting to meet the same fate, and watches in silence as his mother is brutally raped in the darkness of an opposite alley. He stands there, watching as his father is beaten nearly to death with the nightstick. He gazes as his sister is taken, forcefully, on the very floor of his living room, inside his two room slum, on the ground floor, and he watches, as his own brother, stands alongside the men, watching with a grin on his face. But what is he to do? A mere child, nothing more. What could he possibly accomplish? He is foolish, he does not attack his family's attacker, he does not risk himself for the good of the family, instead, and he tries to save himself. He runs. He runs from the same men who raped his mother and sister, and beat his father...Those memories still haunt him today...they still haunt me today.
$$$Justin grimaces, the pain and anguish apparent. His face, full of hurt, begins to change, to anger.$$$
Gary Brown: I do have unfinished business in the FWF. I'm sure those people know exactly who I am talking about...*rewind*...unfinished business...*forward*...those people know...*rewind*...unfinished...*stop*...
$$$Justin drops the remote, and listens as it crashes into the floor, splattering everywhere. His grimace turns tighter, but a look of rage comes along with it. His face is ablaze with hatred.$$$
Justin: Gary Brown...back from Intensive Care...back from the pain and heartache of losing to the very man he helped make. Was it fun Gary? Did you enjoy the excruciating hurt? Did you enjoy knowing that the same man you created beat you? How about the fact that no matter what you did, it wasn't enough. You, Gary, were surpassed. But, now, you come back with claims that you're not done, that you've got "unfinished business" with someone, and it's clear who this man is. It's clear that you can't accept the fact that you were beaten by your predecessor, so you're back, to take out the one man you couldn't beat, no matter how hard you tried. You're back, for me. Well then, Gary, I welcome you, with open arms. I welcome you back to FWF, I welcome you back to the ring, and I welcome you to the mistake of a lifetime...I proved you wrong once, why try again? In fact, I felt that I made it pretty clear my feelings about you at January Blizzard, but no, you can't accept that, and that's fine with me, Gary, but you, aren't a "legend" anymore, to me. I've beaten the "great" Gary Brown, the man this company WAS focused on, but things have changed since you left Gary. In fact, since your departure, things have gone down hill for myself. Why, I don't know, but I do know that I refuse to stand by while you call me out in secret, because you're afraid of what might happen if you mention my name. Gary, I've proven once before, and I'll prove it again, I am the only Franchise in FWF.
$$$Justin leans back, not even glancing towards you at all. He places his feet on the coffee table in front of him, and closes his eyes, dreaming of the future and the inevitable. The camera fades.....$$$
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