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Justin Sane · **12-06-2014, 04:15 AM**

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The last couple of weeks have been much more productive for what some would consider the lesser half of TrustInSanity. At least in the ring, Justin Sane has been able to amass back to back wins over Hysteria and Scully as he strives to elevate himself into the upper echelon of the XWF locker room. His troubles with the Asylum are well documented, as is his disappointment at the recent disappearance of his newly found brother in arms, Evertrust. Still, he has found a way the hit the grindstone and found himself victorious on multiple occasions. Last Monday night on Madness, he faced Scully in a Last Man Standing match. The encounter was brutal, unforgiving. Countless times, the Insane one looked down and out but as he promised he would, he found a way. This coming Monday night however, Justin Sane will face his biggest test to date when he goes one on one with one of the XWF's biggest stars in “Loverboy” Vinnie Lane. One could rest assured that the occasion is not lost on the man who claimed from day one that he would take this federation by storm. Hysteria.. Scully.. they were great victories, but this is the one he wants. The one he needs. The victory that will finally make everybody stand up and take notice. Justin Sane is going to Madness with one thing in mind.. his own legacy.

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:: I sit there in the living room of my Philadelphia residence, my black leather sofa hugging me as I kick back watching a replay of my match from Monday night Madness. I'll admit, I'm still a bit sore from the war I had with Scully, but the satisfaction of victory makes it that much easier to cope with. I watch as Scully drives my head into the announcers table and goes to retrieve the ladder from under the ring. I feel the leather beside me sink just slightly, as a mug filled with hot chocolate passes before me and comes to rest on the glass coffee table with a soft 'thud'. The hand that was attached to the mug retracts, and my gaze follows it, finding once again those steely blue eyes. Okay, so I may have taken the girl I picked up in the bar last week, home with me. So far, so good. Turns out she's a great cook, and she looks gorgeous wearing nothing but one of my t-shirts, her current attire. Turns out her name is Michelle, in case you were wondering. She smiles at me, and oh man, what a smile. I get goosebumps as she leans in and those soft, pouty lips, meet my own. She leans back and settles herself into the sofa, throwing her chocolate brown hair out of her face and grabbing her hot chocolate. I put my arm around her and she snuggles closer. There are no words exchanged, only smiles. We both turn our attention back to the television as the match rolls on. ::

Quote:THE TABLES DIDN'T BREAK! HOLY SHIT! Scully's weight, somehow, someway, didn't break the table! Justin Sane is now being supported on no rungs, being at the top of the ladder... UNTOUCHABLE (Red Arrow)! HOLY SHIT! Justin Sane with an Untouchable, stealing Scully's finishing move! Scully is barely breathing! The ref starts counting! Both men are down!

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9... Justin Sane makes it to his feet!

10! IT'S ALL OVER!

BENJAMIN FIELDLER: And the winner is... JUSTIN SANE!

:: Those last words fade as I grab the remote control and lower the volume. The brawl that ensues after the match is of no concern to me. Michelle turns and looks at me, her fringe swept over her right eye. ::

“You were so impressive, baby! I had no idea you could fly like that!”

:: She wasn't the only one. I'm not sure what came over me, or why I thought I was capable of such a thing, but I nailed it. I've never questioned my athleticism, but to land an aerial manoeuvre like that is something that I would never usually have attempted. I think we will mark that one down to adrenaline, but it felt damn good to put an end to Scully with his own move. I try to play it down and act cool though, naturally. ::

“Yeah, well, you know me.. I'm full of surprises.”

:: I offer up a wink and Michelle smiles, slapping me playfully across the chest ::

“Yeah, well, you had better bring some of those surprises this Monday night..”

:: I stare into her eyes for a moment, perplexed. ::

“What.. what do you mean?”

“I mean, you're facing Vinnie Lane at Madness, so....”

“So what?”

“Soooo, maybe you should start preparing for him. You know, he's on whole different level to that Scully guy..”

:: I sit back and just stare at her. There is a period of about five seconds, during which, not a word is spoken. Michelle looks nervous, perhaps realising that she might have struck a nerve with me. She had. ::

“What, you don't think I can beat Vinnie Lane, is that it?”

“Justin, I never said that. All I'm saying is, you know, make sure you don't take him too lightly. He's one of the top stars in the XWF, this match could really do huge things for you.”

:: She was right, this match was huge for me, but I knew that. Not for one second was I planning on taking Vinnie lightly, nor had I underestimated his abilities. Michelle takes a sip from her hot chocolate and then sets it back down on the table. ::

“Look Michelle, I appreciate your concern, but I know what I'm doing. I know what I am in for come Monday night, and I will be more than prepared for whatever it is Lane has to offer. Trust me.”

:: Michelle giggles, throwing her head back and rolling her eyes. She brings her eyes back level with mine, her fringe whipping onto her forehead. I impatiently respond to her laughter. ::

“What? What's so funny?”

“You men with all your machismo, all that “I'm better than everyone else.” talk. It's hilarious.”

:: I stand up and take a few steps away from the couch. You know how women can go from amazing to annoying in about .0000001 seconds? Yeah, well, Michelle had just done it. She didn't understand. ::

“Hey, relax! I was just joking around..”

:: I measure my next words, trying my best to not sound pissed off. ::

“It's not funny, Michelle. This is my career you are joking about, my life. So, excuse me if I tend to take things seriously when you bring up my opponents.”

:: I storm off towards the kitchen. Flipping on the light switch, I reach for the handle on the refrigerator and pull it open, retrieving a cold beer from within its confines. I can feel the cold, wet beads of condensation as my left hand wraps around the bottle and my right rips the top off. I drain some of the amber liquid from the bottle and lean on the counter, looking at Michelle, who is now peering at me over the back of the sofa. ::

“Besides, it's got nothing to do with 'machismo'. Did you hear Vinnie Lane the other day? To think that I actually had the slightest bit of respect for that latex wearing, rock star wannabe after he sponsored me into that TV Title match. Well, not any more.”

“Well, maybe he's just pissed that you cost him $6000 X-BUX?”

“Oh, please. Like anybody cares about damn X-Bux. If that's his issue, he can have the damn money back. All I know is, nobody dis-respects me. Nobody. This is not about “being better than everyone else”.. it's about being better than Vinnie Lane. He thinks I'm booked out of my league? We'll see.”

:: Michelle pulls herself up off the couch, slowly – seductively. I try to drink my beer and ignore her.. I'm annoyed with her after all. She walks towards me, her hips swaying tantalisingly as she approaches. ::

“I'm sorry...”

:: I catch a glimpse of her biting down on her lip out of the corner of my eye. Against my will, my gaze is drawn to her. ::

“I didn't mean to upset you..”

:: Michelle takes the beer out of my hand and sits it down on the counter with a 'thud'. I go to respond, but she presses her body against mine and places her right index finger over my lips. ::

“Let me make it up to you...”

:: She playfully moves in to kiss me, but at the last minute pulls her head away and grabs me by the shirt before dragging me off to the bedroom. You don't need me to recap the next part for all of you. Choose your own fantasy. ::

[ InSane TV ]

:: So I've just finished listening to Lane's promo once more, just in time for my weekly episode of InSane TV. I sit down in my black leather arm chair, the camera set up opposite me. I clear my throat and begin to speak. ::

“Last week on Monday Night Madness, you all sat there and watched as I took Scully to places inside that ring he's never been before. Twisted steel and splintered wood was the order of the day as I came through on my promise, that when it was all said and done, I would be the last man standing. That, was no surprise. What does come as a surprise to myself however, is the fact that after rendering Scully unconscious and scoring the win, somehow there seems to be even more doubt surrounding my ability than ever before. Don't get it twisted, I don't need your acknowledgement, or your adoration... but by the hand of god himself, you will respect me!

I was sitting at home the other day, enjoying a bit of downtime when I got a call from some suit at XWF HQ, informing me of my match for this Monday night. When I got the news, I was relieved. Finally, a chance to prove myself once and for all. One on one with.. “Loverboy”.. Vinnie Lane. You know, it's funny.. I actually had a moderate amount of respect for Vinnie. He sponsored me into the TV Title match, you know, the one where I 'choked'. We had no beef. I was looking forward to a week where I didn't have to engage in a war of words with some dimwitted fuck stain. I should have known better. After listening to what Lane had to say about me, things have changed.”

:: I pause for a moment, stroking the stubble on my face. ::

“Tell me, Lane, what is your deal exactly? Is it the fact that I cost you $6000 X-Bux? What, going to have to wait a couple of pay-checks until you can afford another perm and some new spandex? Or is it jealousy? Are you jealous of the fact that just minutes after walking through the door of this place, I get my own website, whilst Vinnie Lane promos are uploaded to the XWF main page like every other scrub around here? Maybe it's both. Whatever it is, you picked the wrong guy to start slinging your jaw at. I was supposed to be some shiny new thing, taking this place by storm? Oh, I still am, don't worry about that. This Monday, I am out to prove all the doubters – yourself included – wrong.

You obviously did your research though, man, I'll give you that. I did lose the TV Title match. I did lose the King of the Ring tournament. Congratulations, you managed to pick out my only two losses here, both in the space of three days. Unfortunately for you, that was my first and last form slump. As for your comment about me latching myself onto Evertrust at War Games? How fucking stupid are you? Have you not been listening? I'll repeat myself one more time, just so your slow ass can get a handle on things. Evertrust came to me. I didn't 'latch' myself onto anyone, I made an impact. You say I'm a speed hump on your way to Theo Pryce and the Universal Title? I'm a brick fucking wall. Don't forget that one of the major reasons Theo Pryce even has that Universal Championship is because of yours truly.”

:: I take a moment to draw in a long, consistent breath before exhaling and exchanging my look of pure focus for a slight grin. ::

“But I can see the funny side to your promos as well, Lane. You've always had a great sense of humour. All “far out” this, and “dude” that. Trying to play the super-cool rock star. It's a cute gimmick Vinnie, really it is. That “Loverboy” moniker? Classic. You wanna know what's not funny though? The situation you now find yourself in. See, you might talk a good game.. pretend you don't know who I am.. say that I'm well out of my league. The truth is, it's not myself who has obviously pissed off someone in power.. you've obviously got more enemies than you care to admit, Lane. On Monday night, I'm going to embarrass you. I'm going to humiliate you.. if you don't know my name now, rest assured, you soon will.

As far as this being the highlight of my career? You're right. It just may be, but not for the reasons you outlined. This fantasy you have of me choking on the big one again is just that... fantasy. You want to bring up my future match with Frodo? Two things, Loverboy. It's not a “suck my dick” match. Frodo is getting those nasty-ass hobbit lips nowhere near my dick, as much as I'm sure he'd love it. The stipulation clearly states that if I win, Frodo owes me a number one contendership. If he wins, I suck his dick. Now, ask yourself, Lane.. why on earth do you think I would accept a stipulation such as that? Because there is about as much chance of me losing to Frodo twice as there is of you ever taking that Universal Title from Theo Pryce. It's just not going to happen.

You can sit back and make your jokes as much as you want. Go ahead, I've got all week to listen to them.. but come Monday night, the joking stops. There is nothing more dangerous than a man who has nothing to lose, and everything to prove. I've got more riding on this one match against you than you could ever imagine. This is it for me, Lane. I am sick to death of everybody calling me a one-hit wonder. Talking about how I have under-achieved since my debut in the XWF. It all stops.. now. You might have beaten some of the best this business has to offer, Vinnie.. but that's means nothing... nothing to me. Let me give you some friendly advice. For the remainder of this week, choose your words very carefully. At Madness, I'm not the one who will be choking.”

:: I stare into the camera lens for a moment before pulling myself to my feet and walking out of the shot. ::

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