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Date Posted: 22:56:15 11/23/00 Thu
Author: Watts, McDowell, Full Deck
Subject: What in the World Happened To You

The show was over less than 24 hours ago. Justin watched with something like detachment as other wrestlers...other guys with half as much talent rampaged, body-slammed, and called themselves champions.
So now here he is, laying back in his room, staring coldly up at the ceiling and wondering what in the hell he is supposed to do with his life, when seemingly, his wrestler career was going absolutely no where with the speed of Thunderjamma getting pinned.
Justin forces himself out of bed and looks reluctantly at the dark guitar case sitting in the corner. Lord, this was a sad state of affairs...he didn't even seem to be able to get motivated enough to play..he runs his finger sthrough his course blonde hair and looks into the whirling blades of his ceiling fan.

Justin:What the hell are you doing Jus...?

Finding little to no answers to his own question, Justin looks around his half trashed room...and sees a similarity to his declining life.

Justin:Geez...this place is a mess....I gotta get out of here...

With that he grabs his faded flannel and heads for the door...walking out into the daylight, he squints against the sun glaring all around him. How long has it been since he actually took the time to step outside.

Justin:Too long...

He hangs his head and begins to casually walk down the street...fairly oblivious to the world around him... a few people call out to him, but in his state, he simply ignores them and blunders his way down the road...until a too familiar voice calls him

Voice:Jus! Hey man, what the hell are you doing?

He whirls to see the semi smiling face of Ronnie McDowell. Justin offers a thin smile, obviously forced, and speaks softly

Justin:Hey Ron...

Ronnie sees a little too much distance in his friend and punches him in the arm lightly

Ronnie:Dude, what the hell is wrong with you? You look like someone just made you watch the Skylar Thomas interview marathon.

Justin:Actually...

Ronnie:And more over, where in the hell have you been? I haven't seen you around...anywhere...not in the lockeroom of the GWA, not here around Chandler...where you been hiding?

Justin:I've been busy man...

Ronnie:Doing?

Justin:Just stuff...things are all outta whack right now Ron.

Ronnie:Like hell man. Things are just starting to get good.

Justin:How in the hell do you figure THAT?

Ronnie:Take a look around Jus. While you've been moping around your apartment, the GWA has become the promised land. And you and I can be the golden boys to take things to the next level.

Justin:Sorry Ron, I don't feel very golden these days.

Ronnie:Quit with yer bitchin man. My lord you sound like a Matchbox Twenty song.

Justin thinks it over.

Justin:What's wrong with that?

Ronnie rolls his eyes....despite being in the same band, the two have different tastes in music outside of their own.

Ronnie:Nothing...hell they've had a number one song, right? That's gonna be you.

Justin:The song was Bent.

Ronnie:Well, if THAT'S your problem, we can take you down to that girl Molly's house..you know, she still has a thing for you...even though you blew her off..

Justin:Ah..

Ronnie:Spare me man, all I know is that YOU need to get your sorry ass motivated, and WE can the proceed to start shaking things up ALOT here in the GWA.

Justin:Ron...man...I.

Ronnie:Shut up! Not gonna listen to your bullpooh, Just. You're going to get out of your slump, or I am going to find myself a new partner..someone more effective...which right now...

He eyes Justin over

Ronnie:Would be just about anybody. Hell Joe Barroni is matching your efforts right now.

Justin:Oh hell no...

Ronnie:Yep. Face it Justin, you've gone complete puss on me here.

Justin:Ron, you'd better watch what you say...

Ronnie:Or what? Big bad guitarist going to hit me with his Whammy bar? Keep it in your pants hoss. You ain't going bring it, so don't sing to me.

Justin rolls his eyes and walks away.

Ronnie:Where you going?

Justin looks back over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow

Justin:The gym...I think I've got some work to do...

Justin walks away casually, and Ronnie looks skyward for just a moment, and presses his hands together in prayer.

Ronnie:Thank you.

That said..the scene slowly fades out

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