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 Posted: Thu Jan 06, 2011 9:21 pm
After a black screen, the camera came back on. However, it wasn't in the ring, backstage, or anywhere in the area. In fact, the surroundings could be noticed as a plane in the air! After looking at things like windows, shape of the room(showing it's a plane), and how advanced it looked inside, it was becoming obvious that this was a private plane. However, not any private plane, but a private Canadian plane! That's right! Canadian flags and posters could be seen on the walls, and Canadian carpets on the floor. Even the seats were Canadian designed! After the camera was looking around for quite some time, voices could be heard.
"Excuse me Sir, would you like another drink?"
A woman voice was heard!
"Of course! Thanks beautiful!"
Then a mans voice! After the camera turned again, Justin Amaze and a waitress on the plane could be seen. Justin had a drink of tequila in hand and was now looking out a window, seeming to be deep in thought, and the waitress was just beginning to walk away. Legs up on a foot rest, and leaned back in his seat, Justin was obviously taking his time to relax, where he might be in the air. After doing is look around outside from the window, Justin turned his head and caught site of the camera. He almost seemed as though he didn't know a camera crew was on board. Taking his feet down, and leaning his chair back up, Justin was now paying attention to the camera, looking right into it. He leaned forward towards it.
"Well now, it seems as though the FFA camera managed to get onto my plane. Pain in the a** if you ask me, considering they weren't invited. You viewers shouldn't even know where I am or even see this true Canadian face, nevermind taking a look inside my plane. This plane is for Canadian standards, such as The Canadian Standard, myself. Not pathetic eyes."
The camera then went to move down so the camera man could shut off his camera.
"Wait."
Justin grabbed the camera and moved it back up. Then leaned back in his seat before taking a sip of his tequila.
"While you have that thing turned on and streaming, I may as well say a couple things. It's true, The Canadian Standard is making his way to FFA. With that being said, most of you FFA fans know that the company has a title called the Canadian Championship. A title fit for The Canadian Standard, you would say. Nuke Fusion, Brantley Summers, they both want their shot at the title, as well as others. Then there's the other Canadian who holds the title, Marxx. As much as I would love for that title to be around my waist, I don't mind a Canadian ally holding that title for now in my place, as I have bigger and better concerns. Such as the FFA World Championship."
Taking another sip of tequila, and letting that info soak into the thick heads of FFA fans, Justin waited before speaking again.
"It is, indeed, a glorious title. However, look who's going for it! You've already caught a glimpse of Jed saying he has earned a shot, then Kelly King 2.0 himself wanting a crack at it, and then even that guy who likes nuts, Mike Landry, wanting it. Now, I respect King, but Jed? He can retire already and leave the title to me. Then Landry? I don't swing that way. Now you may ask, what's more important than the FFA World Title? I'll tell you right now."
Justin took a drink of his tequila again. However, just after he set his glass down, the plane began to shake wildly and uncontrollably! The camera went crazy, Justin's drink spilled over, and screams could be heard from the waitress's! Suddenly, the camera went out. No one really knowing what had just happened.
((Part two on it's way.))
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Posted: Thu Jan 06, 2011 10:30 pm
Around a half hour after the plane Justin was on went wild and the camera had went out, the screen came back to the camera rolling once again! This time however, the carpet was stained, walls wreck, glasses and dishes everywhere, the waitress's looking like they were having their day of the month, and Justin very pissed off. Standing in the hallway to the front of the plane, where the pilot's currently resided, was Justin. The door to the pilot's was open, but nothing could be seen inside except the window to the outside, since Justin was blocking the way.
"What the ******** is wrong with you people?!"
Justin yelled quite loudly, it scared the s**t out of the camera man as it was apparent he took a step or two back.
"Justin Amaze, Sir, we're very sorry! Please, let us somehow make it up to you!"
"Yes, Sir, we promise we will! We are deeply sorry, we just-"
"I don't a give a rats a** how sorry you are! Have you seen my plane? It's ******** mess! And look at my shirt! You've spilled MY tequila on it! And why? Because you two morons couldn't keep your damn lust to yourselves until we got off this plane?! You've stained the Canadian flag in multiple spots, you two should consider yourselves pathetic Canadians! Now how about you keep your genitals to yourself, steer this damn plane to where we need to go without any more interruptions and without pissing me off, then maybe I won't kick your a** after you're fired!"
Justin slammed the door shut, and turned around, storming back down the hall and into the room he was in before. He looked down at his seat in disgust and shook his head. All covered in tequila as well. Great. Walking over to another seat and sitting down, one that was looking free of harm, Justin was looking very pissed off. He punched the chair in front of him and then slowly turned back towards the camera before taking a few deep breathes.
"The people that I hire these days, they're about as stupid as you idiotic fans out there. I can't believe that they have true and pure Canadian blood. I bet they're secretly Mexicans or something banned from their own Country, wearing a disguise to fool me just to get to my money. Damn it all!"
Justin punched the seat in front of him again before starting to calm down. Still very pissed, Justin was now calmer than before.
"Now, lets finish up here so I can get some business done and over with. I do believe I was telling you fools what was more important than the FFA World Title. I'll tell you straight out. Matt Draven. Yes, you heard that right, and I don't mean it in a good way. Ever since I've laid eyes on that punk, heard about him winning titles. Hell, world titles, I've wanted to punch him right in the face with some brass knuckles! However, I don't hold random grudges for no reason. No.. I have something against Matt Draven. Something pisses me off, even more than.. than those dumb a**'s controlling this plane."
Justin went to look at the clock that was hanging up on the wall, usually. However, it was now on the floor and broken. Nearly freaking out again, Justin looked down at his watch and then back at the camera.
"I'm short on time thanks to that delay. I'll explain more about my Matt Draven problem later. I've got some s**t to take care of."
Justin then pushed the camera away with hard force and it went out. Ending that segment.
((Second part finished!))
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