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---{Last time we saw Justin, he was throwing Chuchi into a grabage can. Damn Communist Mexican. What trouble has he run into now? Who knows...The camera fades in to show a huge office building. The camera pans around to show an urban area. People are walking around with Balmtimore Orioles Hats on. The camera pans up to show a huge FWF sign on the building. The camera then switches to inside the building. He begins to walk down the hallway until he gets to a wooden door. The cameraman opens the door to reveal a party. Many stars from FWF and IWF are there. But they all seem to be leaving The camera focuses in on one corner. Justin, Joey, and Lil Person are standing there.}--- Justin- ***Groggily*** Awww...I'm not feeling too well. Joey- You drank a lot of that punch. Justin- DAMN ASHTON! FREAKING POLIO! Joey- ***Revealing Inside Pocket With Gun Strap*** You wants me to whack him? Justin- No, no. Put that thing away. Joey- You sure? Justin- YES! Joey- I think the Polio is beginning to get to you. Ima whack that bastad. Lil Poison, you hold him down. Justin- NO YOU DUMB WHOP! DON'T TOUCH ASHTON! Joey- I'm tellin yous. One call and he's dead. C'mon, I haven't killed anyone in well....too long. Justin- No. Now listen Guinea. There will be no killing anyone. Got it grease ball? Joey- Listen you racist bastad, Ima whack him and theres notin yous can do about it. Justin- ***Angrily***Now listen Joey. You touch Ashton and I'll have the feds on your ass so... Joey- Ok, ok. I get it. I'm tellin yous dough, if you ever wants someone taken care of, you let me know. Justin- Yea Joey, whatever. ---{Just then a man comes tumbling in front of the group. He is overweight, beyond belief. He is wearing a suit and reeks. He turns toward Justin. IT'S MATTY FATTY! He is gasping for air.}--- Justin- What the hell do you want Drunk? Matty Fatty- ***Gasping*** Help...Please. Drank.... Joey- Too much beer? Thought so. Dumb drunk. Justin- Shut up. I think he's trying to tell us something. Speak Boy, Speak. Matty Fatty- ***Still Gasping*** I'm not a damn dog, ya know. Justin- Yea, yea. What did you drink? Matty Fatty- Drank...THE PUNCH! Justin- ***Over Dramtaticlly***NOOOOOOOOO...POLIO STRIKES AGAIN! ---{All of a sudden Matty Fatty passes out in front of the group. Joey kicks him in the stomach a few times.}--- Justin- DAMNIT!...THIS MUST STOP! Joey- So now yous wants me to whack him? Justin- NO!...YOu're not going to whack anyone. Get that through your thick skull. You are a freaking idiot. Joey- Sorry. Damn, yous got some attitude. Justin- Shut the hell up. Joey- Calm down asshole. What are you so pissed about? Justin- I'm sick of this. Damn Polio is overrunning wrestling. We have to stop this now! Joey- AND...I TOLD YOU...Let me whack that Ashton guy. It'll take care of it. Justin- No. Now one more word about whacking someone and I'll call sarge. Now let's go. ---{Justin steps out into the room. He looks around. He grabs some Mexican and throws him into the wall to get everyone's attention. Everyone looks towards him.}--- Justin- ***Yelling*** Everyone, now don't be alarmed, but the area has been infected with POLIO! JJJ- NOOOOOOOOOO! NOT POLIO! Justin- Yes, I'm Sorry. ---{Suddenly everyone starts falling on the floor. EVEN LIL PERSON! The only people standing are Justin, Joey, and Neal Ashton. neal comes storming up to Justin.}--- Neal Ashton- DAMN YOU! HOW DARE YOU ACCUSE ME OF KILLING EVERYONE! Justin- I didn;t accuse you of anything. Neal Ashton- YES YOU DID! Justin- No...I didn't. Neal Ashton- YES...YOU DID! Justin- No...I Didn't! Neal Ashton- Then why did you tell everyone that Polio had infected the area? Justin- Because Matty Fatty told me. Neal Ashton- Matty Fatty? That guy is as reliable as...well...I don't know what. But when I do...I'll tell you. But anyways...I DON'T HAVE POLIO! Justin- Well someone does. Neal Ashton- NO ONE IN THIS ROOM HAS POLIO! IF THEY ALL HAD POLIO THEY WOULD ALL BE IN IMMENSE PAIN! Justin- Look at them. They are. Neal Ashton- THEY WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO WALK! Justin- They can't. Neal Ashton- THEY WOULDN'T BE MOVING! ---{Justin looks down and sees Lil Person squirming around with Jagged Jeff Jackson from FWF.}--- Justin- Hmmm...Guess you're right....***Yelling Again***Excuse me, excuse me. Everyone, POLIO HAS NOT INFECTED THE AREA...I REPEAT...POLIO HAS NOT INFECTED THE AREA! Joey- Uhhh...Justin...No one's moving. Justin- Now what genius? Neal Ashton- Don't look at me. It was probably the food. Justin- ***Looking At Food*** Damn. It's Mexican...***Yellwing Once More*** LADIES AND GENTLEMAN...THE PROBLEM IS THE MEXICAN FOOD! ---{As Neal walks off, JJJ stands up. As if he is fine. He dusts himself off and looks around.}--- JJJ- Some party..Eh fellas? Justin- ***Dazed and Confused***Wha? Didn't you eat the food? JJJ- No. Justin- Then why the hell were you lying on the floor? JJJ- I dunno. It just felt like a good idea. Joey- You are an idiot. JJJ- What did you say you Italian Meatball? Justin- Woah guys. No need to get violent. Joey- Did that punk just call me a meatball? JJJ- Yea...I did...Monkey. Justin- Ok, next comment from you JJJ and I put you through the food table. Joey- HA HA! Justin- And next comment from you I'll throw you out the window. JJJ- ***Realizing Something*** Wait a minute...I could kick your ass. Justin- I'd like to see you try. ---{JJJ turns around and begins to clear out bodies. He rolls up his sleeves and looks around. Justin walks towards him. JJJ looks weary. He stares JJJ right in the face and JJJ...FALLS DOWN?!}--- JJJ- Owww....stomach...hurts...***FARTS*** Joey- What the hell is that smell? Justin- Guess he must have had the mexican food after all. Joey- Let's go outside. Justin- Ok. ---{Justin and Joey begin to leave the room as the camera fades. When the camera fades back in, Joey and Justin are sitting on the steps outside of the building.}--- Joey- Man, you fucking kicked that guys ass on Monday. Justin- I know. Joey- Don't you have some battle royal to worry about? I mean, don't you think you shouldn't be goofing around in there. Justin- Goofing around? I was saving the world from a national emergency. And besides, who should I worry about in that Rumble? Joey- Uhhhh.... Justin- There ain't a damn person. That match is as good as mine. Sure, I may not be the oldest veteran of IWF. Hell, I just got here like a week ago. But still, how many people, after seeing what I am capable of honestly step into the ring with me? Huh? How many? Joey- I do. Justin- But that's becuase you are an idiot. ---{All of a sudden, the bushes on the side of the steps begin to creep towards Justin. They get closer...and closer...and closer. Now they are right in front of Justin. Suddenly, TWELVE MEXICANS POP OUT FROM BEHIND THEM!}--- Justin- Who the hell are you? Leader- We are...THE 12 ANGRY COMMIE-MEXICANS! Justin- WHAT?! Leader- Aye maaaaaan! Tis true. And we have come to seek revenge for the damage which you have done to our comrade Chuchi!***Pulls Out ShotGun*** Justin- HOLY SHIT! Joey... Justin- Y...y...y...a...J..j..j..justin? Justin- I think...IT'S TIME TO GO! ---{Justin and Joey jump up fromt he steps and begin to slowly walk away. The mexicans follow as Justin speeds up. They continue to follow. Justin and Joey are now in a full sprint. They run to a limo and jump in.}--- Justin- GO! GET US TO THE BORDER! NOW! ---{The limo speeds off as Joey realizes something.}--- Joey- Justin... Justin- Yea? Joey- We forgot Lil Person. Justin- SHIT! ---{Camera fades back to the Mexican Leader.}--- Leader- ***In Distance***WE'LL GET YOU SANE! IF IT'S THE LAST THING WE DO, WE'LL GET YOU! |
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