Justin Rockstar

Noooo I've got plans!

Dammit. I opened up my whole Saturday to get into this. SIGN UP FOR INDY LIVE PEOPLE!

I noticed that Extreme Rules matches can now be done only in the ECW arena, how will this problem be overcome?

Can't wait for Indy Style, we should do more live shows.

Everybody's goin off the deep end... oh, it's over? damn...

everybody wants a new romance.

:) Still working hard.

Don't look at me bro, I don't know who keeps jackin mah shit. And Parker, yes, you retired Migamillian Malangulous.

*The scene opens outside of a local burger joint somewhere in Nevada, the site of last nights Chill Faktor PPV. Justin Rox comes pedaling in on a bicycle. He stops, a bit short of breath, and puts the kickstand down on the bike. He enters the burger joint and walks up to the counter where a pimply faced cashier stands. He is smiling and looking shyly into the camera.* CASHIER: Welcome to Greasy McGreasy, how may I clog your arteries? ROX: First of all, don't look into the camera, it's highly inappropriate for this type of promo. My name is Justin Rox, perhaps you've heard of me. *The cashier seems to be nervous now. He keeps shifting his attention between the camera and Justin Rox.* CASHIER: Uh... No... I can't say I have. ROX: Ugh... I'm the newest member of the OCW roster... Don't look into the camera. CASHIER: Oh, OCW! You know who my favorite wrestler is? *Rox is becoming frustrated, the sight of the pimply faced employee disgusts him.* ROX: No I don't and I don't really care to know. Look, this is my promo time, I only have so much of it because money is kinda tight right now so I have to work with what I've got. So what I want you to do is shutup, let me do the talking, and stop looking into the camera! CASHIER: O-okay... ROX: I'll have the number four, extra onions, put some extra salt on the fries because they never have enough, make sure they're crispy-- CASHIER: Wait, you're a wrestler, right? ROX: That's right, stop looking into the camera. CASHIER: Then why are you eating here? Shouldn't you be eating a bit more healthier food? ROX: What?? How dare you question my meal choice! What about you? You look like you live off of bacon grease. Stop looking at the camera! I'll have you know I've been riding that bike all over Nevada, seeing the sights, working on my "30 lbs. in 30 days" tour to compete as a light heavyweight in OCW. As a matter of fact I was in attendance at Chill Faktor last night. CASHIER: Why didn't you get air time? ROX: Too expensive, stop looking at the camera... didn't I tell you to shutup? Now, I don't want a soda, I want a milkshake, chocolate. You got that order fry boy? *Justin's order comes, he reaches into his pocket and flicks a bill toward the cashier.* ROX: Keep the change... don't look at the camera. *Justin grabs his order and heads for the door.* CASHIER: Sir... this is a dollar... *Justin quickly runs out the door. When he gets outside, he stops and looks around.* ROX: My bike! Son of a... well, looks like I have no choice. On with the "30 lbs. in 30 days" tour. *Justin Rox begins running as the scene fades.*

and let's not forget Deano.

Nice PPV, some surprises in this one. Congrats Ryder... you too Leon.

Braddock is a whore that you don't wanna fuck without a condom.

*The Scene opens with a shot of the OCW Headquarters. Paparazzi and press are gathered in front of the enormous structure and a security guard is at the door. An old VW Beatle pulls up to the curb and a young looking Caucasian man with long brown hair steps out. He removes his sunglasses and gazes up in awe of the skyscraper with the OCW logo above the unique looking door. He then looks around at all the Paparazzi and press, he smiles.* Justin Rox (quietly to himself): And so it begins... *The young man makes his way toward the door. He stops amongst the crowd of press and looks around. His smile quickly turns into a frown as he seems to become frustrated.* Justin Rox: Hellooooooo... *A couple of press members turn around and look in his direction, but then turn back, disinterested.* Justin Rox: I'm Justin Rox... *The press continue on with their banter.* Justin Rox: The newest addition to the OCW roster? *The press still show no interest.* Justin Rox: Forget this, you guys really are dim witted. *He continues toward the door. His frown slowly turns back into a smile as he gets closer to his new place of employment.* Security Guard: Woah woah woah... may I help you? *Justin shifts his view of the top of the building to see the security guard standing in front of him.* Justin Rox: No, you may not help me. Like I just said, I'm Justin Rox, the newest addition to the OCW roster. Now if you'll excuse me... Security Guard: Sir, you are not on the list of new arivals here in OCW, I'm going to have to ask you to step back. Justin Rox: What?? No no, there has to be some mistake. Security Guard: There is no mistake sir, now please step back! *Justin seems to be growing very agitated. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a bill and slips it into the shirt pocket of the security guard.* Justin Rox: I don't suppose you could double check that list now... *The security guard pulls the bill out of his pocket and looks at it. He then looks at Justin like he must be crazy.* Security Guard: Sir... this is a dollar... Justin Rox: Dammit... look, there absolutely has to be some mistake. I'm the newest member of the OCW roster and I have an appointment today to confirm my employment. Security Guard: Look, let me see what I can do, okay? Justin Rox: Thank you. *The security guard enters the building. Justin stands, waiting impatiently. He looks at his watch and then looks around at the press.* Justin Rox: Anybody got a cigarette I can bum? *There is no response, not even a look.* Justin Rox: Anybody? *Still nothing.* Justin Rox: Useless... *The security guard comes back out.* Security Guard: I apologize for the mix up sir, you are welcome to enter. Justin Rox: Now that's more like it! *Justin begins to enter the building, but then stops.* Justin Rox: Oh... could I have that dollar back? Security Guard (chuckles): No. Justin Rox: Dammit... *Justin continues into the building. He approaches the front desk, a beautiful blond receptionist greets him.* Receptionist: May I help you? Justin Rox: Yes, my name is Justin Rox, I'm the newest member of the OCW roster, I have an appointment to confirm my employment. Receptionist: Oh yes, I have your papers right here. *The receptionist thumbs through the papers, a concerned look grows on her face.* Receptionist: Sir, it says here that you have failed your physical exam and you applied as a Light Heavyweight. You are thirty pounds over the weight limit and you aren't in competing shape. I'm afraid you won't be able to start until you make weight and pass another physical. Justin Rox: What?? That can't be right, let me see those papers. *Justin looks over the papers.* Justin Rox: Oh... oh I see... *Justin hands the papers back to the receptionist.* Justin Rox: Well how long do I have? Receptionist: Well it says here that your contract starts at the beginning of OCW's fiscal year, which is January 1st. So that means you have exactly one month. Justin Rox: Alright... well then I want to change my application to Heavyweight status. Receptionist: Unfortunately, you can't do that after you have signed the contract. Justin Rox: What?? Receptionist: Shoulda read the fine print... Justin Rox: But... but... I can't lose thirty pounds in one month! Receptionist: Sounds like a personal problem to me. Justin Rox: Ugh... Alright, fine! I will be back in one month, and I guarantee, I will be ready! *Justin storms out of the building. He looks around for his car but it is nowhere to be found.* Justin Rox: What the... *Justin turns around to look at the security guard.* Justin Rox: My car... where is my car! Security Guard (sarcastically): Car? What car? Justin Rox: Son of a...

QTF

If I don't thank him, I'm risking being kicked out. Do the math.

Never even dreamed that I'd get a title shot in OCW, thanks Boss!

You only won because you're not a Jew.

Why wasn't my RP put on the show?

I didn't know Justin Time was still here... EDIT: Isn't it Val Finale? ...What? EDIT (again): Not sure how I double posted there...

...What?

People complain now, but but watch them mark out come Tuesday Night.

9/11 vid into Jay's bit... *applauds* Hallows/Finale: Match of the night, great ending to the match too, came down to the wire. Knox/Stevens: PeeStee new champ! He loses it he's fired? HARSH! Conrad & Thanatos/Bauer & Black Dragon: Very entertaining match, I'm liking the feud that's building between Bauer & Conrad. Mace/Leon: Thought we were going to have a new champ there for a minute, great match. What's Alex Cooper's problem with Air/Natalia? Hmm... looks interesting. Nice show, great job to everyone involved.

Good show. Mania/Kaang surprised me. Omega & Wesley was pretty even to the end. Main Event was very well played out, the end almost made me cry. Good job guys.

Sorry, I had to do it. I didn't want to break the trend.

Douchebag.