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Sanket Desai vs Justin Sane

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From the MCW Arena just outside of Los Angeles.

Can Justin Sane continue moving toward the North American Title?

RP Deadline is Tuesday - July 11, 2006 by midnight Central Time.

 

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~ The greatest stage that MCW has to offer, Zero Hour, belongs to the past now. Many lost and just a few won at that night, which sparked so much gossip among the fans, that the smoke has still to clear. But there's no time to rest for their heroes, the new Center Stage card is beeing broadcasted all over national TV. New names, new match formations - new luck for the unlucky ones at Zero Hour? Possible. The scene opens at down-town Los Angeles, CA. As the cameras zooms in, you can regonize our protagonist Justin Sane walking down a large street and in the shade of huge and modern skyscrapers. As usual Shawnna is by his side and wears a seductive white dress, that couldn't be any shorter. Justin carries a sportbag on his shoulder and a watter bottle in his hand. ~

Justin: "Damn, this sun makes me sweat more than smacking the hell outta a handfull of MC-Dub punks."

Shawnna: "Come on. At least this area looks nice."

Justin: "It's okay."

Shawnna: "Okay? You should remember very well into which kinda crack whores we ran into, just becuz your stupid company is too cheap to book first class tickets."


Justin: "Next time I'm gonna' tell my agent to do the travel bookings for us. Enough now, okay?!"

~ Justin takes a sip out of the water bottle as they proceed to walk down the street, which seems to be endless long. After a few moments Shawnna again interrupts the silence. ~

Shawnna: "Honey, what was the house number of the hotel?"


~ Justin pulls a paper sheet out of his pocket. ~

Justin: "Number 124."

Shawnna: "Don't tell me it's the one at the end."


~ As the camera pans up to the end of the street, a building made out of bricks at the corner between all the modern skyscrapers seems to have caught Shawnna's attention. Instead of responding Justin looks at house number they pass by. 112... 114... 116... 118 and so on and on. Untill they finally stand infront of the building with the number 124: the brick wall house at the corner. ~

Justin: "Maybe it's just the look they are going for."


~ Both look up to the higher etages of the building. ~

Shawnna: "Sure, I bet they got presidential suites inside."

Justin: "Hey, we've seen no crack whore so far."

Shawnna: "I'm sure it's about to change as soon as we step into this crackhouse."


~ Justin grabs Shawnna's hand and pulls her inside. ~

CUT

~ As the MCW camera fades back in, they already checked in and are sitting on the bed of the small room now. Justin takes off his wifebeater and Shawnna is just done with taking a skeptical look at every corner of the room. ~

Shawnna: "The bathroom got no shower, leave alone a bathtube. The stupid window can't be opened and this bed is making horrible noises. And you saw the spider webs in the corners already?!"


Justin: "Calm down, I'll see what I can do."

~ Justin takes the phone and dials just 1 number to get connected with someone downstairs. After letting it ring a few times, someone on the otherside picks up as well. ~

Justin: "Hello?! ... We're here in room 52 and I got some questions... First off all why is there no shower?... What the hell?!... But..."


~ Confused Justin looks at the telephone and then hangs up. ~
Shawnna: "What are you doin'?"

Justin: "The connection cut off."

Shawnna: "You must be kidding."

Justin: "I'm serious."

Shawnna: "So, what he said concerning the shower?"

Justin: "He said, there are just two big group showers downstairs. One for men and the other one for women."

Shawnna: "What the f*ck?!"

Justin: "Yeah, my speech."

Shawnna: "Well, I'm speechless."

Justin: "What are we gonna do now?"

Shawnna: "I'll try to get fresh in that f*ckin' WC."

Justin: "Fine."


~ Shawnna stands up and slams WC door behind her. Justin falls back on the bed, but immediatly sits back up as the bed reacted almost by breaking in half. Justin's eyes fall on a small TV on a table. He walks over and turns the TV on - well, he's try to at least. After a few slaps the TV is on now, in bad quality but at least it's running. Justin zaps through the channels looking for something entertaining, right at the time when he is changing to CSN, they are broadcasting Jalan Latham's announcement. Justin turns up the volume, so he can understand a word underneath the noisy sounds the broken TV outputs. Justin sits down on the bed again while watching what MCW CEO has to say. After the next card roll through the picture, the latter blends into a snow picture. ~

Justin: "Damn TV!"

~ All of the sudden someone is knocking hystericly multiple times on the door. ~


Justin: "What the hell is wrong now?!"

~ Said that, he stands up and opens the door. He's quite surprised to see his friend Hugh Hefner infront of him. ~

Hef: "What's goin' on, pimp?"

~ Justin still confused... ~

Justin: "What are you doin' here?"

Hef: "Son, believe me it was a pain in the ass to find out where they shifted you at. But now I'm here and the party can start!"

Justin: "Sorry, but what the hell are you talking about?!"

Hef: "About you and your new... accessoire."

Justin: "Well, there is no new... accessoire."

Hef: "I'm talking about your new baby, champ."


~ Finally Justin gets what his buddy is talking about. With a smile on his face he pleases him to take a seat on the only chair in the room. Justin closes the door and sits down on the bed for another time, but very carefully. ~

Justin: "So, you watched Zero Hour, huh?"

Hef: "Of course, son."

Justin: "Where?"

Hef: "Euhm... at home."

Justin: "Lier."

Hef: "Huh?!"

Justin: "You didn't watch the damn show."

Hef: "Well, okay... to be honest I was really busy... but now we can go and party!"

Justin: "Ding dong! Hello! There's nothing to celebrate."


~ Finally it makes click in Hugh Hefner's head too and he is the quite confused one now. ~

Hef: "You lost?"

Justin: "Hell nah! I'm still undefeated."

Hef: "What happened then?"

Justin: "Let's say, these suckers decided someone else to represent their company."

Hef: "Who?"

Justin: "Insurgent."

Hef: "Is he North American champion?"

Justin: "Yes, that's what I'm trynna explain you."

Hef: "But how could that happen?"

Justin: "Well, I've been taken out of the contest by a b*tch move pulled by the whole MC-Dub. There's never been a regular 3-count on me, still Dakota advanced to the finals."

Hef: "Smells like a big ass conspiracy."

Justin: "That's what I'm saying. I'm just too big for this company, if I would've become North American champion - what I definitly would have on right regulations - a serious title change could've never ever happened without degrading the belt."

Hef: "Very true, but what are you going to do now?"

Justin: "I'm gonna wait till next Center Stage and see if anyone of them is ready to apologize and give me my title back, otherwise they'll have to feel the wrath of a truely skilled athlete. Those buttheads put me in a match against a dude called Sanket Desai, it's his debut on here and surely could be his last. It's just the wrong time and wrong place this young hopper gives the wrestling a run. I'll have to burst his bubbles by smacking his milk teeth all around the arena. It's..."


Hef: "Hold on man, I almost forgot something..."

~ Hugh Hefner rushes out of the room and you can hear him whisper to someone. As he enters the room again he puts a fake grin on. ~

Justin: "Who were you talking to?"

Hef: "Noone."

Justin: "Don't lie to me."

Hef: "Okay, okay... I ran into 2 groupies of you earlier..."

Justin: "10/10s?"

Hef: "Of course, but you don't need to worry, I told them that you are not in the mood right now."

Justin: "What the hell?!"

Hef: "You are?"

Justin: "Well, actually right now I'm not... but maybe I would've been later."

Hef: "Sorry, too late, son. How about we get back to wrestling, huh?"

Justin: "Damn, bro that could've made my day. Anyway, there's a big ass conspiracy going on against me and I'm fed of it. I'm going to take out every punk in the way of letting my star shine brighter than Muhammad Ali's."

Hef: "Muhammad Ali?! Wow."

Justin: "Yea', I'm so heated. It's time for the boys and girls to bring their parents to bed, 'cuz my **** is more x-rated than Pamela Andersons' private life. At what they call their biggest stage of them all Zero Hour they had me making their tournament a precious one and now I'm supposed to face a new milkboy."


~ Justin looks into the camera. ~

Justin: "St. Desai or whatever your holy damn name is, don't take the ass-whoopin' you about to recieve at tuesday personal, 'cuz you are as innocent as drive-by victims who were just walking down the wrong lane. Dakota Smith, Insurgent and whoever stands there, where respectfully I should, take that ass-whoop as an example of what is soon going to happen to you. And that's what I like to call Destiny has wrote for you punks."

Hef: "Right on, son!"



~ With these last words and Hef breaking out in laughter the pictures fades into black and the MCW goes completly off Air. ~
 
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[The promo scene opens up in the exceptionally large hotel room of Sanket Desai. Sanket is waiting for Bri to finish up in the bathroom for he is about to meet with MCW owner, Mr. Christian Sands. The entrance to the little bathroom is open and the camera zooms in on Bri wearing a white tee shirt that reads New York with some blue jeans with white K-Swiss. The bathroom is clean and white all around except for a small rug. It is very much drenched and it is apparent that someone had very recently taken a highly enjoyable shower. The camera comes out of the bathroom before focusing on Sanket Desai who is wearing a large black tee shirt, big baggy blue jeans, and a pair of black Nike shoes.]

Sanket Desai
Come on we don’t have all day.

Bri
Hold on, I’m brushing my hair.

Sanket Desai
You’re hair looks excellent, we have a meeting scheduled and I’m already late. I don’t want to put on a too dreadful of an opening impression on the owner or he may just extract me from my match.

Bri
Okay, I’m done, happy?

Sanket Desai
Yes, now I’m happy.

[Bri moves out of the bathroom in a beautifully stunning white dress as the two leave their room and head out a lengthy hallway heading to the front exit of the building. They eventually come to the outside meeting a large black limo that is established to transport them to Mr. Sands office. Sanket and Bri step into the vehicle and Sanket let’s the driver know that he can go.]

Sanket Desai
So what do you have on this guy Justin Sane?

Bri
He’s pretty big around the locker room from what I got, he’s actually going after the North American Championship. With a win over you he’s sure to get his shot at it.

Sanket Desai
Too bad I’ll have to crash the party in it’s tracks just as it’s heating up. If he wants a shot at that title he’ll have to beat me and there is no way that I’m letting him do that. He can go out and beat someone else to get that title shot but it won’t be off of me, that’s sure as hell in stone.

Bri
Glad you’re so confident about that. Good luck.

Sanket Desai
Ha, who needs luck? My debut match in the WZW. The first match in what will be a quick climb to the top of the pole in this federation. A man by the name of Justin Sane will oppose me soon through.

Sane…Come the night of Center Stage, you are going to understand that you were very unlucky to be stuck in the squared ring with someone as fine as myself. I don't care how long you've been a part of this, or any federation for that matter because the fact of the matter is, I'm better than anybody that this business can toss into the ring with me. I am sure you're walking into this match thinking that it's just another newbie that you'll walk in with and squash. But that's just not going to take place because before we really get into detail, I'll tell you this right now, I’m no rookie. I will go to all ranks and to all lengths to gain a victory over the man across from me.

Tonight I plan to make an example of you. Tonight I will lay you out and force you to tap out as a warning to the other members of the MCW. The warning will speak for itself, “don’t **** with Sanket Desai.”
 

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~ Cameras fade in from a black, blank standby. Cameras reveal an idle location where nothing can be seen except the darkness of the night. Throughout the area, fog heavily creeps through the air. The camera seems to focus in, but is unknown because of the darkness and heavy fog. Through all the fog and pitch-black night air, two people step forth, not revealing their identity, but most of their body and attire. Finally, after moments of silence and patience, the man and woman step completely out of the dark and fog and into the dim light the camera gives off to reveal themselves as the young MCW superstar, Justin Sane, with his arm laying on the shoulders of his sexy valet, Shawnna. ~

Justin: "Who the f*ck did you think it was gonna be, Dakota and Ric-hoe's pregnant dog asses? Please, Dakota, that pregnant dog ain't doin' nuts. And I don't think I forgot, I'm comin' for your pregnant dog ass... nice location, huh?! I knew this kinda outta-the-smoke sh*t impresses you superficial punks. I just wanted to show you how stupid and naive everyone around here is, I could pay the 3 technicians and the light director, rent 2 smoke machines and this stage needed every single day of the week to do this.
But other than most of my fellow MC-Dub workers, I got better sh*t to do than poppin' outta smoke or runnin' my mouth in already run down rings in even more run down warehouses. Anyway, enough of that."

Justin: "You know I was on a long drive in the night, smokin' and grindin' to some phat beats blasting through my Cadillac Escalade and thoughts kept entering my head. Matter fact I was just wondering, what the hell is goin' on with this federation? I think even the last wrestling fan at the end of the world, Gambacho from Thailand or some other whack place, understood now, that those who call the shots planned a plot against me and are tryin' there very best to keep their best talent on the key-low, so the rest doesn't look as worse as it in reality is. But the new guys MC-Dub took under contract, what's up with that?! I mean take a loot at that Takahara dude, or whatever he is called... I really only remember his b*tch's name, Delilah. She could pay me to give her the best hours of her life - bet she would undress quicker for me than she made that boy Rob gettin' wet dreams. And Rob Franklin?!
Smellin' a conspiracy against himself going on - after his first match already?! I knew this company was run by illiterates from the first moment on I saw my contract, 'cuz it was missing some zeros, but that your brains' capacities are so limited really worries me."

Justin: "And if that wasn't enough. I've to face now a herb, who's really trynna impress me with his hotel room, his clothes, his limousine and his chick. Do you actually know who I am? I'm Justin Sane - hated and envied by the people for those things. Your hotel room looks pretty mini and plain compared to my billion-dollar mansion. Let's not even talk about your style of clothes, baggy pants and too wide shirts?! Pfff... please punk. I'm sporting BOSS and Armani suites on a daily basis. Nice limo, but again I got to disappoint you, I got a different stretch limo for every day of the week. And the girl at your side? Look at the hottest polygons a MC-Dub fan could dream of."

~ Justin pulls Shawnna even closer to him as he passes the attention over to her. She's still wearing the short white dress and looks as seductive as always. ~

Shawnna: "Thanks babe. Lately many wanna-be mamacitas appeared outta nowhere, but the fact remains that I'm the baddest b*tch this company has to offer. I got 69 ways to make guys come my way. Now, Sanket can your average p*ssy top that?"

~ With a slutry look Shawnna licks her own index finger, then seductivley shoves it inside her mouth and pulls it out again towards the camera. Justin Sane just laughs out. ~

Justin: "Anyhow, it's just a question of time, that Bri knocks at my door, beggin' me to share a few special moments with her. And to be honest for any girl on the world it's more special to kneel down to bind my cords than hangin' with a unshaped guy like yourself, Sanket. You should've borrowed an ear to the streets before opening your craphole, 'cuz it's well known that all I am and all I got I achieved through hard work. And honestly I've already accomplished greater things in life than smackin' the sh*t outta you. Don't get me wrong, I'm none of these old sacks either. I'm just the perfect prototype of what this company was lookin' for: a diamond in the rough, an uprisin' star, an upcomin' world wide wrestling legend. And noone can deny that I got the look, the style, the charm and the insane in-ring skills to do it. What I see in you, Sanket Desai, is just a confused kid, who lacks the personality to be ever more than a solid worker in any company of this world. It doesn't matter if it is at the MC-Dub, the US marines or McDonald's: SOLID - That's where your road ends. Totally different story for me, for me sky is the limit - for you not, that's why I'll have to crush you back on the ground at Center Stage."

Justin: "I got unlucky to face you? Dude, I know you're new here, but a last time for you: It's a C-O-N-S-P-I-R-A-C-Y, Conspiracy. Better write it down, 'cuz I'm not goin' to explain it a second time to you punk ass. And you'll try hinder me from gettin' my hands on what belongs to me? Who the f*ck are you? My f*ckin' probation officer? Like I said, at Center Stage you won't be doin' nuts and you got the bad luck, that the office doesn't care about you either. Dakota got the whole company behind him to leave the ring healthy. But you're just a spearings partner, who has been tossed into the ring with me, so I do loose my main focus. You're nothing more and nothing less - don't forget that when you step into the ring with the most well-shaped and insane athlete a ring has ever witnessed... me, Justin Sane."

~ With a huge smile on his face, Justin Sane puts his hand on Shawnna's waiste as they back up and disappear back into the dark night and fog. With an usual appereance but same attitude, Justin Sane again made his presence known in the MCW. ~
 

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(Fade into the ever wise one and fomer first MCW Champion Adam Benjamin smiling)

Bejamin:

MCW I give you Mr. Sanket a man that I personally know can carry the tourch!!!!
 

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~ Fade into the ever good looking one and contender for the MCW NA Championship Justin Sane disgusted. ~

Justin Sane: "You sick freak Adam, no way in hell I'm gonna' let him carry or even touch "my tourch"."

~ With the picture of Justin Sane quite entertained by his own wordplay and having an even larger smile than Adam Benjamin on, the pictures fades out again. ~
 
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[The limo pulls by a miniature hotel in. Sanket Desai steps out wearing a gray Reebok shirt, blue baggy shorts, and a New York Yankees cap. He drags his luggage out of the trunk and heads into the building. A few people hang out in the entrance hall. Sanket turns to the front desk where a blonde employee stands waiting to greet him to his room with a sleepy frown.]

Sanket: I’m checking in here for the night.

Attendant: Name?

Sanket: Sanket Desai.


Attendant: What?!

Sanket: Sanket Desai.

Attendant: THE Sanket Desai?!

Sanket: I don’t have time for this, check me in and give me the key, if you want to talk come up to my room later but right now, I do not feel like talking.

[The attendant’s eyes pop wide open before handing him his key and his card and taking his information. Sanket takes the key and his luggage and then heads up to his area as the attendant stares at him the whole way down. Sanket unlocks the door and chucks his luggage into the corner before plunging onto the large single bed provided for him.]

Sanket: Finally…Been such a long day.


[Sanket finds the remote and turns on the television. He flips through the channels and notices Justin Sane on the screen. He flips back to that channel and watches attentively.]

[
~ Cameras fade in from a black, blank standby. Cameras reveal an idle location where nothing can be seen except the darkness of the night. Throughout the area, fog heavily creeps through the air. The camera seems to focus in, but is unknown because of the darkness and heavy fog. Through all the fog and pitch-black night air, two people step forth, not revealing their identity, but most of their body and attire. Finally, after moments of silence and patience, the man and woman step completely out of the dark and fog and into the dim light the camera gives off to reveal themselves as the young MCW superstar, Justin Sane, with his arm laying on the shoulders of his sexy valet, Shawnna. ~]

Justin: "Who the f*ck did you think it was gonna be, Dakota and Ric-hoe's pregnant dog asses? Please, Dakota, that pregnant dog ain't doin' nuts. And I don't think I forgot, I'm comin' for your pregnant dog ass... nice location, huh?! I knew this kinda outta-the-smoke sh*t impresses you superficial punks. I just wanted to show you how stupid and naive everyone around here is, I could pay the 3 technicians and the light director, rent 2 smoke machines and this stage needed every single day of the week to do this. But other than most of my fellow MC-Dub workers, I got better sh*t to do than poppin' outta smoke or runnin' my mouth in already run down rings in even more run down warehouses. Anyway, enough of that."

Justin: "You know I was on a long drive in the night, smokin' and grindin' to some phat beats blasting through my Cadillac Escalade and thoughts kept entering my head. Matter fact I was just wondering, what the hell is goin' on with this federation? I think even the last wrestling fan at the end of the world, Gambacho from Thailand or some other whack place, understood now, that those who call the shots planned a plot against me and are tryin' there very best to keep their best talent on the key-low, so the rest doesn't look as worse as it in reality is. But the new guys MC-Dub took under contract, what's up with that?! I mean take a loot at that Takahara dude, or whatever he is called... I really only remember his b*tch's name, Delilah. She could pay me to give her the best hours of her life - bet she would undress quicker for me than she made that boy Rob gettin' wet dreams. And Rob Franklin?! Smellin' a conspiracy against himself going on - after his first match already?! I knew this company was run by illiterates from the first moment on I saw my contract, 'cuz it was missing some zeros, but that your brains' capacities are so limited really worries me."

Justin: "And if that wasn't enough. I've to face now a herb, who's really trynna impress me with his hotel room, his clothes, his limousine and his chick. Do you actually know who I am? I'm Justin Sane - hated and envied by the people for those things. Your hotel room looks pretty mini and plain compared to my billion-dollar mansion. Let's not even talk about your style of clothes, baggy pants and too wide shirts?! Pfff... please punk. I'm sporting BOSS and Armani suites on a daily basis. Nice limo, but again I got to disappoint you, I got a different stretch limo for every day of the week. And the girl at your side? Look at the hottest polygons a MC-Dub fan could dream of."

~ Justin pulls Shawnna even closer to him as he passes the attention over to her. She's still wearing the short white dress and looks as seductive as always. ~

Shawnna: "Thanks babe. Lately many wanna-be mamacitas appeared outta nowhere, but the fact remains that I'm the baddest b*tch this company has to offer. I got 69 ways to make guys come my way. Now, Sanket can your average p*ssy top that?"

~ With a slutry look Shawnna licks her own index finger, then seductivley shoves it inside her mouth and pulls it out again towards the camera. Justin Sane just laughs out. ~

Justin: "Anyhow, it's just a question of time, that Bri knocks at my door, beggin' me to share a few special moments with her. And to be honest for any girl on the world it's more special to kneel down to bind my cords than hangin' with a unshaped guy like yourself, Sanket. You should've borrowed an ear to the streets before opening your craphole, 'cuz it's well known that all I am and all I got I achieved through hard work. And honestly I've already accomplished greater things in life than smackin' the sh*t outta you. Don't get me wrong, I'm none of these old sacks either. I'm just the perfect prototype of what this company was lookin' for: a diamond in the rough, an uprisin' star, an upcomin' world wide wrestling legend. And noone can deny that I got the look, the style, the charm and the insane in-ring skills to do it. What I see in you, Sanket Desai, is just a confused kid, who lacks the personality to be ever more than a solid worker in any company of this world. It doesn't matter if it is at the MC-Dub, the US marines or McDonald's: SOLID - That's where your road ends. Totally different story for me, for me sky is the limit - for you not, that's why I'll have to crush you back on the ground at Center Stage."

Justin: "I got unlucky to face you? Dude, I know you're new here, but a last time for you: It's a C-O-N-S-P-I-R-A-C-Y, Conspiracy. Better write it down, 'cuz I'm not goin' to explain it a second time to you punk ass. And you'll try hinder me from gettin' my hands on what belongs to me? Who the f*ck are you? My f*ckin' probation officer? Like I said, at Center Stage you won't be doin' nuts and you got the bad luck, that the office doesn't care about you either. Dakota got the whole company behind him to leave the ring healthy. But you're just a spearings partner, who has been tossed into the ring with me, so I do loose my main focus. You're nothing more and nothing less - don't forget that when you step into the ring with the most well-shaped and insane athlete a ring has ever witnessed... me, Justin Sane."

~ With a huge smile on his face, Justin Sane puts his hand on Shawnna's waiste as they back up and disappear back into the dark night and fog. With an usual appereance but same attitude, Justin Sane again made his presence known in the MCW. ~]


Sanket Desai
So your name, its Just in Sane correct? Not to be confused with all in sane, or very in sane?

And you want to run your mouth about my manager? All you did was take my last promo and shoot every single thing right back at me? Is that what you call a promo? If it is, how about you just stay quiet and let your wrestling ability do the talking for you.

[Sanket turns the television back on and turns it on to ESPN. The New York Yankees are nursing a 1-0 lead over the Tampa Bay Devil Rays and it’s nearly time for Mariano Rivera to lock them up.]

Sanket Desai
Justin Sane, huh? Daddy gave you a crazy name like that? Doubt it was mommy, wouldn’t give you a name that crazy? Or is that your own made up name, you just copied Justin Credible. Or is this the same Justin Sane from WCW because if it is you can get the hell of this show and off this federation.

See, Justin, you copied everything from the guys you see on television. Justin Credible, Justin Sane, my God, what’s next? Justice Gay? Well, whatever, see, my name is original, it has never been used by a professional wrestler and I after I defeat you and get to the top no one will be able to use it because soon enough Sanket Desai will be a patented name. All I need to do is get to the top of this business, beat the big guys, I know that Mr. World Champion Legend, Adam Benjamin, wet his pants when he realized I was coming to the MCW. That’s why he was so quick to align with me and I will happily take his side. How could you not take the side of Adam? Now, if you don’t mind, I have a party to get to.

[Sanket climbs to the roof where a huge party is going on. His eyes nearly pop out of his sockets as he looks at the number of drinks. Sanket starts talking to people as he takes drinks. Bri comes up to him and the two begin to have a

conversation. Sanket is as drunk as a lunatic and we all dread what is going to come next. He climbs to the very edge of the roof, only inches away from falling off and to the concrete at the bottom. He starts to dance around and reenacts himself in the MCW minor leagues, winning match after match and pushing past so many poor ass suckers. At times, he is closer than safe to be from falling off the roof. Finally, Sanket starts to sing.]

[A man runs up and tries to push Sanket off the roof for he is also drunk but Sanket nails him with the Ice Cold Kick. He then gets off the top and goes flies off with a huge moonsault off the roof…luckily he lands on a mattress and is safe!!]


Sanket Desai
This week you go from Just in Sane to Just a Loser when face me.

 

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Justin Sane on Jerry Springer's TV Show

~ We're just 2 days away from MCW Center Stage 5, a show that definitly has to bring anwsers to many questions. Will the MCW World Championship change hands? How will the new MCW signees do? Into which direction will the MCW North American Championship hunt continue? Will Justin Sane get his revange for being betrayed out of the tournament at Zero Hour? Zero Hour definitly left at least as many question marks as exclamination marks. This afternoon Justin Sane suprisingly appeared on the Jerry Springer's TV show as today's special guest. CSN does broadcast the undisputed highlight of the talkshow again... ~

~ As usual the today's edition of Jerry Springer's TV show escalated, when "Famous Black People" (subject of today's show) started cursing eachother they ended up brawling backstage. When the crowd calmed down again, Jerry takes the controll back. ~

Jerry Springer: "Calm down, people. Before concluding today's broadcasting, I still have a suprise in the sleeve for everyone in the form of a special guest."

~ The crowd still isn't completely quite untill Jerry unveiles the name of his special guest. ~

Jerry Springer: "Ladies and Gentlemen, put your hands together for MCW superstar, Justin Sane."

~ The males don't really know how to react, but the girls immediatly break out in hysteric screaming. As Justin Sane enters the stage in his cool white clothes and with a cocky face expression, the rest of the fans start booing. Before Justin even sits down, he screams into the crowd. ~

Justin: "Oh please s*ckers, don't hate me, cuz' your girls love me."

Girl in the crowd: "I want your baby Justin!"

Justin: "Girl, you just got yourself a MCW backstage ticket."

Another girl: "Baby, we can even have twins!"

Justin: "Haha, you too, no problem."

Third young women: "You're so sexy!"

Justin: "Oh please b*tch, don't jump on the bandwagon!"

~ The booing gets even louder. ~

Jerry Springer: "How about you take a seat first, Justin? And please don't fight with my guests."

Justin: "Whatever, Jerry-rry-ly."

Jerry Springer: "Right. So, let's not waste time, but instead recap your professional wrestling career so far. How did everything start?"

~ Before anwsering, Justin takes his time with sitting down and taking off his sunglasses. Then in a calm voice he starts to tell how it all began. ~

Justin: "Well, Jerry. It was just a question of time untill my name was known to each and every MCW & wrestling fan in general... and to be honest it's even beyond. Movie directors are ringin' my agent almost to death. It's just the perfect combination of looks, style, charms and skills, baby."

Jerry Springer: "What brought the stone into rolling?"

Justin: "You're unpatience is really bad, Jerry. If you would earn more than the $2 an hour, I'm sure you could wait. I was just gettin' there anyway: Since it all was a question of time..."

Jerry Springer: "We got that part already... looks, style, charms and skills... baby."

~ Justin looks pretty pissed towards Jerry before he resumes. ~

Justin: "I was doin' the damn thang on the indy scene for some years already. It was a kind of hobby to clash punks on a regular routine, but meanwhile I was makin' money with real business."

Jerry Springer: "For example?"

Justin: "That's none of your damn business! However, I told my agent to get me a f*ckin' fed that could pay my bills. I was sick of beatin' punks down and actually not gettin' paid enough to even enter the ring. Baby, if you wanna make money outta me, you better gimme a big piece of the cake. So, when I fired my old agent, the new one was from the MC-Dub, which at that time just shut down. Just before I wanted to fire his lazy ass as well, we arranged a meeting with MC-Dub, who wanted to re-launch the fed with new fresh blood, simply diamonds in the rough, know what I mean? And of 'cuz they begged me to sign with them. I told my agent to do all the paper work, but just don't let it be some low budget sh*t again... not that someone is interested, but after being signed I fired him anyway. So, now I'm here and still on the right side of the beat down."

Jerry Springer: "Wow, you maybe need a new agent again?"

Justin: "Hey, I'm just thinkin' about replacing that jerk by a nice lady."

Jerry Springer: "So, what was your best experience so far in the MCW?"

Justin: "There was no real highlight yet. Smashin' John Doe was a done deal anyway. And me bein' tricked outta the NA champion run is not even worth to talk about anymore, that's how cheap that b*tch move was."

Jerry Springer: "What exactly happened?"

Justin: "Imagine: Zero Hour... first PPV since MC-Dub re-launch... supposed to be the greatest stage of them all... new champions will be crowned... MC-Dub has a shockin' impact on the whole wrestling industry... MC-Dub introduces new wrestling forces, new wrestling strenghts..."

Jerry Springer: "Sounds awesome."

Justin: "Yea', but none of that happened, 'cuz they ruined it themselves. They were trynna make money outta me, but in the long run that night is a lost chance to this company. A lost chance to have a worthy North American champion. A lost chance to break all buyrate records. A lost chance to write wrestling history."

Jerry Springer: "But why would they do something like that?"

Justin: "Jerry, some people on this planet will never learn to stay in their class. I'm a whole class too big for this whole company and they start f*ckin' with me. They simply couldn't bear my endless success anymore - Jeleausy is the oldest reason for hostility. But enough of that!"

Jerry Springer: "So, what is layin' in the future for you?"

Justin: "Well, in two days I'll know more. Those punks upstairs will have to gimme a damn response... meanwhile I'll press the envy-juice outta that kid Sanket Desai like outta a lemon."

Jerry Springer: "Sanket who?"

Justin: "Exactly my speech, Jerry. I dunno which end of the jungle this dude popped up, but fact is that after our match he'll wish that he stayed in his jungle and never ran his mouth."

Jerry Springer: "People in my are just letting me know, that we got some video footage of your oppenent prepared. Have a look!"

~ Without any further time wasting, the lastest promo of Sanket Desai starts to roll over the big screen on the stage. Justin doesn't seem to be the only one, who's pretty unimpressed. On the other hand a handfull of people in the crowd seem to be entertained by Sanket dancing drunk at the edge of the roof. Shortly after that the video ends. ~

Jerry Springer: "Now, does your oppenent just like to party or is he just suicide-endangered?"

~ Numerous people in the crowd couldn't hold back laughing after that question. ~

Justin: "I dunno man and I would need a doctor even badder than him when I would give a damn about it. Matterfact noone wants to see his dumb ass almost fallin' off a roof, he's almost as annoying as a video blog on the internet that doesn't make any damn sense. He's saying my name ain't original, but the same sh*t John Doe said and you exactly know that he hasn't been seen around since our clash. If he wants to address originality, then lemme tell you that I'll find a new way to smack the f*ck outta his mouth every time we square off. Allthough I can understand in two days, he'll avoid to be even in the same city as me."

~ With a smile on his face, Justin looks into the camera. ~

Justin: "Sanket, since you're talkin' about world champions and the soccer world cup 2006 in germany just ended, let me teach you a unwritten soccer rule: no sex before the match! So, you better get off Adam's d*ck and bring your lounge again back to breathin' right instead of swallowin' undescrible nasty sh*t."

Jerry Springer: "Okay, okay... I think we got it!"

~ Jerry looks pretty disguested, just as 99% of the studio crowd as well. You might ask, just 99% of them? Well, even the Jerry Springer show has to go with a minority quote. Back to the scene: after everyone swallowed the shockin' illustious describtions of Sanket's free-time occupations by Justin Sane, the latter one continues to be asked questions by Jerry Springer. ~

Jerry Springer: "So, how long will we need to wait to see you with gold around your waiste?"

Justin: "Again, everything is just a question of time."

Jerry Springer: "Justin, a fan live from Alabama is calling in."

Justin: "Female?"

Jerry Springer: "I think so, her name is... Nikki. Hi, Nikki."

Nikki: "Hi, Jerry. Hi, Justin!"

Justin: "What's up?!"

Nikki: "Just callin' in to say you're a fine ass man."

Jerry Springer: "I think I regconizing the voice. Is this THE Nikki?"

Nikki: "Yeah, NextDoorNikki.com!"

~ The boys in the crowd exactly know what she's talking about. ~

Justin: "Oh baby, I saw you gettin' naked at Jerry's Naked Rumble III on PPV. That made my day."

Nikki: "I can do that for you anytime again."

Justin: "Nikki, just leave your number and we can do the freaky ish untill the hotel owner throws us out."

Nikki: "You think that would stop us?"

Both: "Hell nah!"

Jerry Springer: "Okay, I think this is getting too far."

Nikki: "I just wanted to tell you, how great and sexy you are."

Jerry Springer: "Thanks."

Nikki: "Not you..."

~ Then all of the sudden the line cuts off. Jerry's head turned red and he turns to the camera. ~

Jerry Springer: "Well, boys and girls the show has to come to an end, and we reached this point right now. This was another exclusive shocking, outrageous edition of your favorite's afternoon programm. In our special guest's words: It was just insane! Bye, and don't forget to watch Justin Sane live at Center Stage on CSN this thursday night."

~ Then music hits in. Behind the credits rolling through the screen, you can see Justin Sane putting his sunglasses back on and leaving the stage after another cocky gaze into the crowd. Who immediatly anwser by booing and some even show their disrespect inform of the middle-finger. ~
 

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