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| **Scene opens to find "The Nitemare" stepping off of the production bus. He pauses as he notices yet another camera about to be shoved in his face. Gone is the smug look of the pretty boy. He has metamorphacized into the phenom that has become a household name, Rob Osbourne is "The Nitemare" Standing tall he obliges the approaching PWN reporter, Diger Licksballs.** DIGGER LICKSBALLS: Mr. Osbourne, recently the Danky Dup had some good notioned laughs at your expense. What are your feelings on that? NRO : Well....to tell you the truth. In about 24 hours, it will all be for naught. You see, Mr. D thinks that he has pulled my card and is ready to call my bluff. Listen up 'friend' this ain't no poker face, cause I'm about to show you why I have been able to last for as long as I have in this business! DL: Mr. Osbourne do you have any clue as to who this msytery opponent is? NRO: Yeah...and this interview is over. **Osbourne walks away from the camera and heads inside the stadium. As he walks to the middle hash of the 50 Yard line where the AIW ring will be positioned, he pulls out a cell phone and makes a telephone call...** NRO: Vincent? How the hell are ya? **The scene fuzzez out as Osbourne carries on his phone conversation. A message that the station is having technicul difficulties flashes on the screen. When the camera comes back up from snow Osbourne has walked to the other side of the stadium and out the front gate while talking on the cell phone. He hails a cab. As the yellow Lincoln comes to a hault at his footsteps he ends his call....** NRO: ...so if he wasn't really wrestling tigers, then what was he doing in June....what do you mean you can't tell me? Why won't he return my calls. I left a message the other night....all right man, next time up in NYC, me and you are gonna bring it down, capesche'? **A few minutes later the cab passes a circus. Osbourne asks the cabby to pull over. He hands the turban wearing man named "Ben" a wad of hundreds and hops out. As the cab squeals its tires the cabby leans his head out the window and yells 'Jihad' as he disappears over the hill. Osbourne steps up to the tent nearest him. Inside is a Female handler dressed like a dominatrix leading a chimpanze on a spiked collar and chain dressed like the once mediocre, now pathetic cousin of the Nitemare, the Madman Matt Digger.** NRO: Now that is fitting. Let's analyze the recent unscheduled interuption of a friendly day in the AIW by my cousin from hell, the illiterate jackass himself, the Gravedigger, or as he would say it, tHe Graiveydugir. Matt, has it come to this for you? Are you that down on your luck that you need money so bad that you would invade the AIW airwaves with your little bout of oral diahrhea? Your mouth was spewing more shit from it than an overflowing toilet. Do you think that any of the superstars you are associated with could hang with even the rookie's here in , and listen closely cockcheese, MZ. DANKY'S FED ? No, I can answer that for you, they couldn't. In fact, I am issuing to you you little pathetic worm, a one time , UNSANCTIONED street fight with yours truelly. I will even give you two more segments of airtime {{OOC: Two extra roleplay's}} to try and out duel my in a batlle of the minds. But of course, it wouldn't matter if he had a milion times more tv time, in a battle of the minds, he loses by forfeit, because the fucking ingrate lost his mind the day he started thinking I can be beaten by any member of my family. And that's all I have to say about that Junior! **The scene fades out as the monkey sticks its finger about three inches into its rectal cavity, then licks it and grins that little monkey smile where their lips perk up as the Nitemare laughs hysterically.....FTB** |
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