Justin rides into camera view, he stops his Hayabusa and kicks it into neutral before parking and getting off his ride, he appears to be on a bridge somewhere near New York City, city lights in the background.
So this is what it comes down to, Lord of the Boards, a chance to prove to the millions of fans nationwide what Justin Evitable is made out of, another opportunity to prove that I am a contender for the World Heavyweight Championship, and all I have to do is reach the top of yet another tournament. Well the track record is looking pretty good for the "True Face" on this one, I seem to preform quite well when it comes to these little MBE tournaments, and this one is going to be no differant from the last, because it is going to bring me another step closer to holding that big gold belt.
Last week may have been a loss for your "True Face", but apparently I was misinformed as to how important that match would have been, only until after the match did I find out that it was going to be for a bye in this little so called tournament. Now, lets not start saying "Justin, does that mean you were taking your match against Jeff Roberts lightly?" You damn right I did, he's mentaly unstable, and that usualy means he's prone to ridiculous amounts of mistakes, ones I could have capitalized much more efficiently if I had been in the right state of mind knowing that my destiny would have been easier to achieve if I had been paying attention.
Now, lets just review the facts, Jeff only just barely beat me and I wasn't even giving it my best performance, only to prove a point, that if Jeffery Roberts is going to get a bye into the semifinals, that not only am I destined to face him again and attain the rank of #1 contender, but that I am going to make short work of him in the progress of attaining that esteemed title once more.
Woah woah woah...I can hear the fans asking questions now, I know they are curious, and the "True Face" is going to let them in on what Justin Evitable is thinking, yes, I did change my music again, so what, nothing wrong with that, I like alot of music, and this little diddy is a representation of the violence I can cause in the ring, so if you hear "Enjoy the Silence" on your little Sirius Stiletto's, or if you have a stripper's stilleto in your face while the DJ is playing this very song, always remember the "True Face", your people's champion and your savior, the man who will achieve the highest pinnacle of MBE, and that being its World Heavyweight Champion, and forcing Doc Silver to finaly retire and start collecting Social Security.
With that out of the way, I can now move on finaly.
The Inner Sextum....they've always been kind to me and I am in Yori's debt, but from now on I have to make my own way, I can no longer stay in the shadow of an organization, because much like Barry Bonds' predicament, becoming world heavyweight champion while associated with Yori will only lead to contreversy, and whether or not I was on any sort of preformance enhancing, mind altering, or any other substance that may or may not have anything to do with my ability to succeed or not. I'm sure our paths will cross again in the future, but this time I do this alone.
First Round, Lord of the Boards, a chance at becoming #1 contender...Petey Esteedee, or whatever other inflamatory condition of the testicles he was named after, you seem to be of the confused variety much like Jeffery Roberts, and if my concentration was elsewhere last time, focusing on you is going to be a walk in the park, much like a Manny Ramirez home run. I'm going to send your head flying 480 feet to center feild, or at least you will feel like its that far away from your body when the first round is done, then you can go back to the drawing board in your cardboard box and figure out what you are going to do with your life or try and come up with a diddy to play on your little guitar to make a few extra dollars in your little coffee can on the side of the road, or maybe choke out a stranger for their money, whetever your favorite past time may be. Lets not forget, Petey, that you are facing off against THE QUOTE! TRUE FACE, ENDQUOTE! And much like the Bee Gees, you're going to be singing about staying alive when all is said and done, cause you'll be back in the 70's in those jungles of vietnam singing Creedance Clearwater Revival in your little Huey, which I hate to break it to you, isn't controlled by an empty Big Mac box, and not very bio degradable either, which reminds me, the crap I almost stepped in on the way to the arena today may or may not have been your own, but let me just tell you, Petey, that Lord of the Boards is my time to shine, and when its finished, and you lay with blood splattered, and the fans cheering for me to finish you off, you'll wake up with the sports section wrapped around your body on the corner of 5th and main, and the first thing you're going to see is
"True Face beats Hobo at MBE Arena"
And when it comes to putting the homeless in their place, your QUOTE! TRUE FACE, ENDQUOTE! is a certified professional in that field. So get comfortable, Petey, grab that empty TV box and make a new addition to your home, start begging for those quarters that are going to be needed to pay your next trip to Walgreens to buy your G.I. Joe bandaids and gauze, because the bronx is burning Petey Esteedee, and so is your crotch, its going to need to be itched, and you may be able to afford a cheap handjob to "relax" those muscles when the job is finished and I move closer to the goal, and you are sent back to the unemployment line, or maybe the shelter, wherever it is you do end up, its going to be because you were the unfortunate victim of life, and life has a name, Justin Evitable....welcome to the jungle, YOU'RE GONNA DIE! BANG BANG! hope I didnt trigger any flashbacks there buddy, I'd hate for you to miss the ten count to get in the ring because you were out strangulating a helpless jogger because you thought he had a flamethrower or was in league with the viet cong.....
Now I know you haven't eaten today, or yesterday...or anything other than the comics section recently...but still, it's a question that is on my mind, and all the fans want to know....petey.....do you....like....sausage? That's right Petey, the QUOTE! TRUE FACE, ENDQUOTE! has a nice big, plump, juicy helping of his specialy made ball park franks...and he's ready to share some with you, maybe some ketchup? some diced onions? you like diced onions right? maybe a little mustard? or perhaps some of that sweet sweeeeet relish...you like that right? making you hungry? giving you that funny feeling deep down in your gullet?...
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Well you can take that ball park frank and all its condiments and stick it straight up your ass because if you think you're going to get past me this week, you are sorely mistaken, the fun and games are over my friend, you completely forgot that you are going to be in my house this week, and I never invited you, so its time to take out the trash and send you home, to said trash I was refering to, behind the MBE arena, and luckily for me, they don't take it til monday, which gives me plenty of time to dispose of you and your hopes of being Lord of the Boards before you have a change of address.
A sausage cart is being walked by, Justin stops the cart and orders a foot long frank with ketchup and onions, hands the man a 5 dollar bill and begins chomping down on it....
Mmmmm...now that's good sausage....
Justin tosses the empty holder and napkins before hopping on his Hayabusa and riding off into the night.
