$$$So Lawson, it looks like you have somehow managed to weasle your way into a match that you in no way deserve. Hell, even I admit The Franchise doesn't deserve this match, and do you know why? Because, quite simply, Chaos should still be champion. As much as I resent the man, I can't help but think how someone like you could garner such power that you could ruin a man's life like that. Chaos, for all his faults, is a true champion at heart. And he is, without a doubt, more of a fighter, and a human being, than you will ever be. JD, the fact that you could do that and then actually SMILE about it, sickens me. You know damn well that it was a set up. You've been scheming for months to set this up. Your "amnesia", JDTV, FWF's sudden need for a broadcaster, everything, all you. Of course, you'll deny this, because we couldn't have a man of your stature in society be revealed as a cheat and a robber, but I know JD. The Franchise knows. Chaos knows. You probably think that you're going to get away with this, that you're just going to waltz into Saturday and step into the ring Saturday and rip The Franchise apart, taking the Title with out on your way out. Well, JD, I'm here to inform you that you're not going to walk into that match at 100% and neither will The Franchise, because Chaos, won't allow it. The Franchise is not an idiot, and he knows Chaos will be gunning for the two of you on Saturday, and he's open to it. If he wants to come after The Franchise, than we openly invite him. We're not going to let him just pick us apart like he did to Ranma, Goldman, Endbringer, and MISSLE. JD, you know as well as I do, that this match isn't just a title match. It's a screwjob waiting to happen. For all the things that Harper has promised, his promise of "no screwjobs" have actually gone well, except when it fits him, and we both know that you and The Franchise are perfect targets for him on Saturday. So JD, know that The Franchise isn't your ONLY opponent come Showdown.$$$
$$$As the scene fades in, you see him, sitting there, facing forward, hands on a steering wheel. He takes a deep breath and raises his hand to his chin, rubbing it in deep thought. He's decked out in a black t-shirt, stretching over his biceps and forearms, and a pair of beige slacks. He sighs, and then moves his hand back to the wheel, which now has two placed on it. Without turning back, he speaks.$$$
Justin: I lose, to Gary Brown, my arch-enemy, and I get a "promotion" of sorts. I get rewarded for being a coward. Now, isn't that the story of my life. From day one to day 8,749, it's all been the same. I've run, and I've gotten my chance to strive, while others suffer. It happened in Moscow and it's happening now. Chaos, the Champion, robbed because of a hate by a selfish bastard, and who benifits from it? Me! As many arguments as Chaos and I have had, and there have been many, we see eye to eye on one thing, the front office and "corporate entity" that exists here, fuckin' sucks. It's because of that "corporate entity" that I have a shot at a title that I, perhaps, don't even deserve...laughs...It was only a month ago where I blew yet another chance at the title, and now, I get a, what, 8th chance? All because of JD's greedy, selfish nature. It just amazes me. It amazes me that I, after all the cowardess and the times I've run, I'm going to get a shot at the title I've yearned for since I entered here over a year ago, and one that I blew only 6 months ago. The wounds are healed, but the hurt of blowing my first shot at the FWF World Title, is still very much apparent. I don't want to deal with it, but I don't want to forget it. It's almost like the pain reminds me where I come from and what it took me to get here. The pain, like JD's, keeps aware and awake, that anything, could happen to myself, to loved ones, or to those I never knew I cared for. This pain that I keep with me is like a drug, a medicated drug, taken at certain points, at certain dosages, to remind me just what went wrong, and this Saturday, I'm not going to forget what went wrong. I'm going to remember what, if anything, went right.
$$$A sigh comes fron his body, not tense with thought of past failures, many at that, and past successes, few and far between. His right hand raises, followed by his left, like a system of levers. He takes another deep breaht and speaks once more.$$$
Justin: Two things can happen on Saturday. On one hand...raises right hand further...I can see Justin Sane, myself, hand raised high, standing atop the steel ramp, the FWF World Title in my hands, as tears roll down my cheeks. I see the fans erupting in chants of my name as Jenkins celebrates my victory and Truth master curses my name. I see the blood, sweat, all in the ring, but most importantly, I see JD Lawson, still lying there, hurt, angered, a failure....On the other hand...raises left hand further...I see JD Lawson retreating to the back, a smug look on his face, and the World Title in his hands. I see Jim Harper on the outside of the ring, his chronies around him, dissappointed at a screw job gone wrong. And most importantly, I see myself, Justin Sane, lying in the ring, blood and sweat piling up, tears rolling down my cheeks, but this time, tears of failure, as I have screwed myself, once again...takes a deep breath...So you see, this isn't just about the World Title. This isn't just about getting a piece of gold and leather. It's about honor, and proving to you, JD, and to the rest of my thousands of critics, that I'm not a failure.
$$$He places his left hand back on the wheel, using his right to turn a key in the ignition. He sits back as the car engine slowly roars to a point when he can start it. As you hear a pedal being pushed a against the floor, the camera fades....$$$
$$$As the scene fades in, you can see that Andrew Davis-Goldman has joined him in the car. He sits next to him, in the passenger's seat as Justin drives. Andrew seams to be wearing sun glasses and for some reason an idiotic smile on his face.$$$
Justin: Will you wipe that smirk off that face of yours?
Andrew: You're just jealous.
Justin: Jealous of what?
Andrew: That I've got Mexicans, Mark Jones Soul Train, and Lesbians, and you don't.
Justin: In case you can't remember, I'm a member of Is-lum too. In fact, I'm the only other member besides you.
Andrew: What about Norman?
Norman: ...out of nowhere... I refrain from joining such mockery.
Andrew: Eh, your loss.
$$$Justin sighs and continues to drive, before arriving at a red light. He slowly pulls to a stop and then sits back at the light.$$$
Andrew: You know, if Is-lum was the official religion of FWF, you'd already be World Champion.
Justin: Rrrrriiiight.
Andrew: You would, in fact, I'm rooting for you this Saturday.
Justin: ...sarcastically... It's great to know that my teammate is rooting for me. Thanks for telling me.
Andrew: You know, sarcasm like that is not tolerated in Is-lum.
Justin: And what makes you think that I care?
Andrew: You know, you've become real mean lately.
Justin: Nuh-uh. Just, well, smart.
Andrew: Are you calling me stupid?
Justin: Wow, you're a quick one.
Andrew: You know, if you weren't a fellow brother of Is-lum, I'd take you out right now.
Justin: Andrew...
Andrew: Yes?
Justin: I'm your ONLY brother of Is-lum.
$$$Andrew sticks his tongue out at Justin and Justin sighs, sitting back up as the light turns green. He presses his foot against the gas and the car speeds off as the camera fades off.$$$
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