$$$So JD, congrat-freakin'-lations, you can beat a man when he isn't he thinking about you. You should be rewarded. Then again, maybe you and your Train friend should be locked up in the cage with the rest of the primates who still believe fighting a battle you can't win is the "manly" thing to do. Ah well, maybe one day, JD and his Royal friends will come to the realization that this has, and always will be, a pointless battle. But, we have to move on, and so do you JD, because you, like us have futures, while yours involve the nearest Getty station, The Franchise's involves revenge against a man who embodies everything that all good men have ever fought against. A man, who, like the Lawson's of the world, fight the wrong fight, trying to preserve the heinous actions of men whom stain the books of the past. That man, is quite simply, the embodiment of evil. That man, is, Gary Brown. Gary, you and The Franchise have had your battles, your feuds, and even your friendships. In fact, if I'm not mistaken, you were breeding The Franchise at one point. Bredding him to take over for you once you finally hung up the boots, but somewhere along the line, you decided it was time to shut him down for good, and you turned your back on the ONLY friend you had. You watched as the blood dripped from his forehead, the glass still jabbing his skin. Gary, you've already been punished for sins of the past, consider this tuesday a down payment on the sins of the future.$$$
$$$As the scene fades in, you can see that you are somewhere inside a large house, probably a mansion. You look around, noticing various pictures of wrestling matches along the walls and trophies below them. You continue along this "Wall of Fame" and find yourself among several self portraits of a man very framiliar to yourself. Looking up, you notice you are staring at a former version of Justin Sane, a darker version, THE darker version. Frightened, you inch forward, and you hear voices.$$$
Andrew: Sooo, what's going on with Justin?
$$$You look around a corner noticing Andrew Davis and Norman standing next to each other discussing something.$$$
Norman: He's, uhh, well, "not himself."
Andrew: So who is he?
Norman: Excuse me?
Andrew: You said he wasn't himself. Who is he? George W. Bush? Bill Clinton? Or my personal favorite, Jimmy Harmon?
$$$Norman sighs and they begin to walk, to a room, a library to be exact. Justin Sane sits there, in a large leather chair, not reclining, merely sitting. Andrew looks confused.$$$
Andrew: You know, this guy's weird. Just the mere mention of Ga...
Norman: ...covering Andrew's mouth... SHHH! Don't say it!
Andrew: Don't say what?
Norman: You know what.
Andrew: No, I don't what shouldn't I say?
Norman: That...name.
Andrew: What name?
Norman: His name.
Andrew: Janet Reno?
Norman: ...shudders... Uhhh, no, the other name.
Andrew: ...shrugging, innocently... Nope, sorry still don't get it.
Norman: Damnit, you idiot, don't say GARY BROWN! GOD!
Andrew: WOOOO! YOU SAID IT! YOU SAID IT!
Norman: ...worried... NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! DID HE HEAR ME?!
Andrew: Well, is yelling out random curse words and the words Gary Brown in the same line a good thing?
$$$Norman begins to cry as you fade inb on Justin who has already started in on Gary Brown.$$$
Justin: ....You turned your back on me, after all I did for you. You could have cared less, but that was the past, I already beat your ass for that. I already pounded you to the ground and made you beg for mercy. Yes Gary, that was Justin Sane tossing you around in the cage. That was me who rubbed your face along the mesh, splitting it open. That I who watches as they carted you off, never to be heard from ago, that was, until last week. Then, Gary, you decided that it would be a good idea to come back the the FWF that had move on from Corporate Lackeys and has-beens such as yourself. Gary, your very presence infects the FWF. It hurts it, pains it, and with your every word, you push it back further and further, detracting from the progess, it and we, have made.
$$$Justin refuses to smile, a look of hatred on his face, as he glances upward at shelves and shelves of books. His face begins to turn a brighter shade of red and he looks back towards the ground, speaking once more.$$$
Justin: I bet it was great Gary. I bet it was great to feel all that fresh air, your family near you, the sunshine, everything that makes HOME, so special...
$$$Justin suddenly stops, and seems to simple shut up. Andrew is mystified as he tries to stop Norman's crying.$$$
Andrew: Yo, Normy, he stopped.
Norman: ...looking up... Huh? What do you mean?
Andrew: He just...stopped.
Norman: As in, stopped talking?
Andrew: Yep, just like that.
Norman: What was the last thing he said?
Andrew: I don't remember.
Norman: ...shaking Andrew... I NEED TO KNOW!
Andrew: ...backing off... Sheesh, it was something about home, or something like that.
Norman: Home?! DID YOU SAY HOME?!
Andrew: Yeah, why?
$$$Norman begins to cry again as Andrew is mystified again. You hear Justin speaking again, in the distance.$$$
Justin: ...in the other room... Home, how sweet it was. I used to love coming home to those home-cooked meals. They may have been days old, but they were still filled with her love. It was her love that kept me going, but that day, that day ruined it all. It was like a nightmare.......pausing... You were like a parent to me, Gary. You watched me, taught me, cared for me. I trusted you like a son trusts a father and a mother. How foolish I was...But that was then Gary, and this is now. This is a new year and a new man. No longer will I be the gullible fool that I was back then. I'm not going to let you "trick me" this time. Oh no, this time, there won't be any mind games, there won't be any screwjobs, and there won't be any underhandedness. No Gary, this Tuesday will simple be about The Franchise teaching yet another lesson to an old legend who didn't learn his last one. Gary, this will be about you and I, not Fil, not Harper, no one but the two of us, and I will make sure of that. Fil wants the win, fine he can have it, all I want is you. All I want is to hear your girlish screams as I put you out of commission again. Yeah Gary, I'm going to put you right where you belong, your bed, up in Calgary, so we don't have to deal with you anymore. This Tuesday, is the third time, and it will be, beyond a shadown of a doubt, the LAST time.
$$$Justin's voice fades and you can hear the hatred fleeing as he sighs. Norman and Andrew stand on the other side of the room, and Norman has FINALLY stopped crying They walk into the room, noticing Justin is sitting back, relaxing, the redness gone.$$$
Andrew: ...impatient... Is he done yet?
Norman: ...angry... You know, if you'd been through all that he'd been through, you'd have the exact same feelings.
Andrew: What?! Being screwed? Oh please, he's been robbed and betrayed plenty of times...Kenny Rock, Jimmy, Lost Soul...
$$$Justin suddenly jerks up and looks straight and begins breathing heavily. It's as if the hatred never left. His chest is now heaving as Norman seems worried.$$$
Norman: Uhhh, Andrew?
Andrew: Yeah?
Norman: You might not want to mention those names, either.
$$$Andrew throws his hands up in an "I Give Up" type of way. Justin sits, there, rocking back and forth, mumbling about something or other, as the camera fades....$$$
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