$$$What's the point? What's the point of even disputing anything that someone else says? All they're going to say is "Nuh-uh! I'm better than you." Why should I, or The Franchise, even try to dispute you? Maybe we should both retire and put to rest all the clamor. Would that make everyone happy? Maybe, The Franchise should just submit and finally recognize that everyone else is so much "better" than him, and that he's not up to that "level". Maybe, JD, he should prove you right, and just lay down so that you can walk all over him, FWF, and everything that the title stands for. Would you like that JD? I bet that would make you ecstatic. Or how about your partners in crime? Perhaps The Franchise should let them walk into the ring, lay The Franchise out and laugh as you get a cheap win. What do you think JD? Is that good enough for you? Does that fit your idea of this match? God knows that nothing I, or The Franchise says or does could ever change your idea of him. Hell, if he wins, we know that you, along with the rest of the world, will clamor that he doesn't deserve it, that he got lucky. We know that no matter what happens tonight, you're going to somehow get yourself another shot, and you'll cheat your way into a victory. So, JD, I ask you, what's the fucking point? Why do we even try to resist you, or Chaos, or MISSLE, or even Glore, for that matter? You would all be a lot happier if The Franchise just up and left. So then why doesn't he? Why doesn't he leave? Is it to torture you? Is it to annoy you? In your minds, the answer's probably yes, but your mind is as empty as your heart. You want to know why we stick around? Why we stay here, despite all the mocking? I'll tell you why...because of the same reasons you want us to leave. We know we've yet to prove ourselves, we know we've yet to make that leap, and we know we're know at that level, but we're not leaving until we are. Not until The Franchise hoists that World Title in the air, are we going to go.$$$
$$$As the scene fades in, you can see him, right off the bat. He's sitting down, outisde, on the grass, looking onwards at a lake. He seems to be dazed, but not confused. The lake is quiet, and simple. If only things could be that simple for him. Before you can even look at him, he's speaking to you, not with his words, but with his silence. As you move closer, his hand springs up, stelling you to stop. He looks up, and you hear him sigh. He speaks to you.$$$
Justin: You've done to me, JD, what only a few have ever done. You've pissed me off, and all by doing a simple thing. You've mentioned the magic word...DESERVE. You want to talk about deserving something? You want to talk about heart, about desire? Then let's. Let's talk about how much I had to struggle to get here, to FWF. Let's talk about how I worked my ass off for a year, with not a single moment of happiness. Let's talk about how I can't trust anyone because I'm afraid they're working for someone else. You see JD, you can't talk about heart with me. You can't talk about desire. Oh no, and do you know why? You don't have any. You don't have the heart to hold that title and you don't have the desire to work your way to it. You've been here for what? 5 months?! 5 FUCKING MONTHS?! YOU HAVEN'T EARNED SHIT! YOU DON'T DESERVE SHIT! You don't deserve the title, you don't deserve to be called "royalty" and you don't deserve this match. You've robbed innocent men of their chance, just so that you could get to the top as quickly as possible. Well, JD, tonight, I'm going to shoot you right back down. I'm going to hurl you from that self-made pedastol that you stand on so highly, and then, I'm going to strip you...of your pride, your honor, and your dignity. Then, JD, I'm going to do something I never thought that I would. I'm going to help Harper. I'm going to send you to the fucking hospital, crying like the child you portray me as. JD, you thought that facing me was the greatest opportunity of your life, but it's turned into more than you bargained for. It's turned into HELL for you, and now, you're scared. You're scared of me, you're scared of tonight, and you're scared of the possibility that you might lose. You couldn't handle that, now could you? You couldn't handle a loss to Justin Sane, right JD? It's unexplainable. It could never happen. Well, wake up JD, it's happening, and it's all unfolding right in front of you.
$$$You move forward, staring him, directly in the eyes, and you see a soft pain in them. You know that tonight is everything for him. He begins to let the tears flow, but quickly holds them back, turning from you. His voice shakes over the tears, but he comforts himself, and turns back to the placid lake, speaking to you, deeply, truly.$$$
Justin: I don't know why, but it just means more tonight. Tonight is just that much more important. It's got a special "air" about it. Maybe it's because this time, I'm actually going into this with a chance. Maybe, it's because I'm not facing someone like Jimmy. Or maybe, it's just I finally believe in myself. Who knows, but I do know, that tonight, is going to decide it all. It's going to decide where I go, and where I don't go, what I say, and what I don't say, what I do, and what I don't do. JD's going to change, I'm going to change, FWF is going to change. My FWF is different from JD's FWF, and they're both different from Chaos' FWF. There is no doubt, tonight's results will shape how FWF will follow for a long time. Which way is the right way? No one knows. Everyone has their own definition of "right". JD thinks a tyrannical rule is the right thing, meanwhile Chaos considers an FWF run by fear is what works. I, on the other hand, believe in an FWF run by honesty, and not by the corporate entity, an FWF that former champions would be proud to call their own. Tonight, I will make FWF honest again...I will make it mine.
$$$As Justin leans back, sighing, a scream is heard in the background. Not a chilling scream, but one of joy. Glancing at the lake, Justin sees Andrew sitting in the water on water skies, screaming and yelling Justin sighs.$$$
Andrew: WOOOOOO! I AM GOD! LOOK AT THIS!
$$$Andrew lifts up his foot, and is now on his back, with one leg in the air. As he shakes his leg, Justin looks up and sees that the driver is about to take off.$$$
Justin: Ummm...Andrew...
Andrew: Not now Justin...I'm doing tricks!
Justin: You're not moving, though.
Andrew: So?! YOU WANT TO GET IN HERE?!
Justin: Fine, Andrew, forget it...
Andrew: Forget what?
Justin: Nothing, you don't want to hear it.
Andrew: Fine, be that way! I'm going to a...hey...wait a minute...i'm moving...how the...AHHHHHHH!
$$$Andrew looks up and sees that the boat is moving forward, slowly, but it's about to take off. Unfortunately for Andrew, he can't seem to steady himself, as his one ski is still in the air.$$$
Andrew: Awwww...shiiiiiiiiiiit!
$$$Suddenly, the boat takes off, and Andrew is quickly pulled to his feet, but he doesn't fall, so he laughs.$$$
Andrew: HA! LOOK AT ME! WOOO!...Wait...why does my foot hurt so much...
$$$Andrew looks down and sees that his right ski, the one he had lifted up in the air, is gone. He looks back and sees its back the shore. He seems quite worried.$$$
Andrew: Think Andrew...think...there's got to be some way to stop...I GOT! I'LL JUST LET GO!
$$$Andrew lights up, and lets go, but as the boat is turning away from a ramp. Andrew goes onto the WOODEN ramp with one bare foot, and as he screams, he flies off the ramp....$$$
Andrew: AHHHHHHH!...Wait a minute...I'M FLYING! WOOOOOOO! FIRST MUS-LIM IN FLIGHT! HAHAHAHA! EAT YOUR HEART OUT JIMMY HARMON! 67 TIM...
$$$Before he can finish...he goes face first into the water...one leg held up by a ski, the rest of his body dangling from it beneath the water. Justin sighs and Andrew peaks his head above water.$$$
Andrew: Owwwwwwwwwww...
$$$The boat pulls by, splashing water on Andrew as the camera fades....$$$
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