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| **Scene opens to find Rob Osbourne resting on the beige Italian leather sofa in his Penthouse suite on West End avenue in downtown Nashville, Tennessee. He has a lit , half smoked doob in one hand and a remote control in the other. He sets the remote down and picks up a 16 oz. Heineken off of the coffee table and takes a swig. He tosses the empty bottle in a small waste basketand picks the remote back up. He turns to NBC....** "This is Tom Brokaw, and when we return on this special day of rememberance of the attacks on America, we will rejoin the reading of the names of the victims with Mayor Giullianni. " **NRO Changes to CBS...** "CBS News special report , this is Dan Rather reporting. Today a nation remembers the day that caused us all to start living our years from September to September instead of January to January." **And again he changes the channel, this time to ABC...** "Ted Koppel hear on the lawn of the white House. As you can see to my left, Pennsylvania Avenue looks very similar to a military compound with the heightened state of security. Today, we remember...." **Osbourne cries out a huge UGGGHHHHHH and decides to switch to ESPN.** "Welcome to SportsCenter, I'm Dan Patrick....and I'm Stuart Scott. Today, we take a look at how the sporting world helped a nation move on. And how we must remember th..." **Osbourne hurls the Heineken bottle from the waste basket at the TV, sending a spark flying. He walks over to an open window and is about to hurl the remote as he notices an Inter-Faith gathering on the field between the Jewish Temple, the Islamic Temple, and the Catholic church. He sits down on the ledge and sighs. Gazing out at the sky, as if waiting for something...anything to fall from it. As he himself thinks back. It was the day after he sold his promotion, the N.C.W., or Nitemare Championship Wrestling, to his brother, Chris Osbourne. He leans his head back and closes his eyes and he hears the the singing of the gathering acros the street. He stands back up inside the room and closes the window and pulls the shade down. He goes over and boots up his pc. Moments later he is connected to the PWN server. He types in a password and switches on his desktop digital camera and begins recording.** |
| NRO: You know, all day yesterday, and all day today the airwaves have been flooded with "Remember September 11th" propaganda. I have one question to ask you all? Why are they having a rememberance ceremony for a day they haven't let us even begin to forget? There are people in this industry that say I am one of the biggest dickheads they have ever known. Women will mostly say I'm an insensitive asshole. Which is true 99.1 % of the time. But the 0.09% occur on days like June 29, the day my father died....August 7, the day my son was born.....and September 11. Everyday when I wake up, or every night as is the case more often than naught, I look in the mirror, and I thank God. I call my son and talk to him about it. You would be shocked at what a five year old can retain. I call my estranged wife and I cry with her. I call my mom, and my brother, and we just say, I love you, and hang up. The overshock of emotions just by looking at the calendar is enough for us to weep like newborn babes. We don't need all the "special presentations!" We just want to get on with our lives. Plain and simple. And by moving on, that means running through Shane Hillard like a hot knife through butter baby! Hillard. what were you thinking when you attacked Donovan and I at Inception? Maybe that you would be able to get a push if you came in and did the old schoolyard test. You pick out the biggest, baddest mother fucker you can find. And you punk that ass. Win or lose, you gain respect by having the balls to do it. And Shaney, just like when you pulled the schoolyard test on Z-Pac in the IoA, you will leave the arena on a stretcher. And then you can hold a celebration of rememberance every year on September 12...the day you got your ass handed to you. **Scene fades out as Osbourne swithces off the camera and heads back to the window where he just sits, and stares.** |