I thought it was alright...
[[Forgive me Justin...]]
[[One, two, three, four. Four men in the ring on Saturday. Three men, and a little child. Nathanial, Brock, MISSLE, and the child. Someday though, someday Justin will grow up. Sometime he'll realize that his short fused temper tantrums will garner him nothing but a severe lashing. But probably not soon. Someday Justin will understand that before he has a title, he should try to achieve it by actually winning, and not by theft. Then again, Justin has been around for quite the time, and one would believe that he could start to show maturity. But, then again, this is Justin Sane. A man who has based the majority of his time complaining, whining, and being an obnoxious entity regarding a "screw job." Once again, people should be able to let that one screwing go, what with the ones he gets on a regular basis. But soon, all screw jobs will be put aside, once Justin realizes that he is on a path right into that of Nathanial. A path where Justin will finally come to terms with the fact that he is not made from a special cloth...]]
[[One, two, three, four. Four men in the ring on Saturday. Three men who've held the FWF Title, and a little misfit. Nathanial, Brock, MISSLE, and the misfit. Sadly, Sane is left out of this category as well. We've all held the title, granted Brock hasn't held it nearly as long as he wanted...but then again, you haven't held it at all, and you've wanted it the worse. But that's alright Sane. Sometimes the best things taste sweeter after waiting a long time for them. But you know Justin, sometimes you wait to long, and they grow rotten. So rotten, that the worms have long since been dead. And to think Justin, they're already dead. Just think about what it will be like when you win the title. If you win the title. A big if. But that if isn't spelled never. Sad, because I thought you showed the most promise...it's a shame there just aren't good day care centers around for you to showcase it...]]
[[One, two, three, four. Four men in the ring on Saturday. Three men with history, and one champion. Brock, Missle, Sane, and the chosen child of alcohol. Here is where the champion steps back. Evidently, you three old men have alot of burnt bridgings and smoldering fires. And you know, that is fine. Young Gunz, To Hot to Trot, Who's sleeping with Mellisa MISSLE. It's all important, and you all should sit around and talk about it. When you're drinking your tea. Right now, I don't care if you're all sleeping with Harper, just keep me out of it. Drop your toys, and come to the ring. Because there will be no cap guns, no press on weaves, just Nathanial. In the same tense, only Nathanial will be walking out...you pathetic wenches...]]
[[One, two, three, four. Four men in the ring on Saturday. That's all that will be walking in...but only one man will be walking out. A few hints. He is not a People's Champion and his name does not rhyme with the Rock. He was not produced in a nuclear silo, and used as a mass weapon of destruction. And no, he is not a man who can't win a title to save his scrotum. Give up? Well...it surely isn't Bozo the Clown, which is what Jason Hartnell's new job is, so I've heard...]]
[[I apologize Justin...]]
[[The camera fades into somewhere...use your damn imagination...]]
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Mr. Belvedere?
Mr. Belvedere: What Nathanial?
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Have you seen my porn?
Mr. Belvedere: Your porn?
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Yea...you know, with all the pictures of the chick with huge tits?
Mr. Belvedere: Nathanial, check under Homosexual Peso's gay porn.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Eww...do I have to?
Mr. Belvedere: No Nathanial, but if you want your magazines, you'll have to.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: God damnit...stupid fucking penises...
[[Nathanial walks over to the stack of magazines, and begins thumbing through...]]
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Hey look, Sane on Out Magazine! Isn't that cute...
[[Nathanial tosses the magazine to the side...and continues to thumb through...]]
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Justin Goldman bares all about FWF....wow, this seems interesting...
[[Nathanial checks the page number and thumbs to the page, then stares at the picture...]]
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Umm...why is Justin wearing a tiny thong made up of the FWF? Oh god...Pesos! I have some pictures for you!
Homosexual Pesos: Excellente Senor...
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Say, you haven't seen my porn have you?
Homosexual Pesos: Lo siento senor...pero...
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Pero que...
Homosexual Pesos: Yo busco una magazine con luchalibre...con tus photo.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Really?
Homosexual Pesos: Si...esta aqui.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Let me see that...
[[Nathanial grabs the magazine from Homosexual Peso's hand...and flips through the pages...]]
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Drunken bastard, waste of sperm...unworthy. Pesos, where am I at?
Homosexual Pesos: Aqui!
Nathanial Rezno Glore: But it says I'm not destined for anything but an AA meeting.
Homosexual Pesos: Si senor...
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Is that good?
Homosexual Pesos: No se...pienso no.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Really? That's odd.
Homosexual Pesos: Si senor...
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Ah well...moving on. Where the hell is my porn?
[[Yes...where is Nathanial's porn? Who took it? Where did it go? Do I exist? Am I here because I the writer am running out of material? At the moment, yes. And since no one reads this...since I'm the narrator, I'll talk. For this is summer. And I don't want to be here. Set me free. Dear god set me free. The vaginas, the breasts, the thighs, yes...I need porn. Live action porn, only the best. But I'm couped up. Let me free! Set me free! Dear god I've lost the edge! Bitching, complaining, family, porn...LET ME OUT! Dear god, I'm killing time, space and energy. I know...TRAGEDY STRUCK! TRAGEDY STRUCK! TRAGEDY STRUCK! TRAGEDY STRUCK! TRAGEDY STRUCK! TRAGEDY STRUCK! TRAGEDY STRUCK! TRAGEDY STRUCK! TRAGEDY STRUCK! TRAGEDY STRUCK! TRAGEDY STRUCK! TRAGEDY STRUCK! TRAGEDY STRUCK! TRAGEDY STRUCK! TRAGEDY STRUCK! TRAGEDY STRUCK! TRAGEDY STRUCK! TRAGEDY STRUCK! TRAGEDY STRUCK! TRAGEDY STRUCK! TRAGEDY STRUCK! TRAGEDY STRUCK! TRAGEDY STRUCK! TRAGEDY STRUCK! TRAGEDY STRUCK! Alright, that was desperate...]]
Nathanial Rezno Glore: I found my porn!
Mr. Belvedere: Very good Nathanial.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Can we kill this promo?
Mr. Belvedere: Dear god...put it out of it's misery.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Thank you. You heard the butler... get lost.
[[She started strong...then she died...]]
