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| **The scene opens to find the Nitemare arriving back to his home after Antidote in Atlanta. As he enters his penthouse home and tosses his lugage in the door side arm chair he notices that the answering machine is flashing with new messages. He walks over to the table where the machine and telephone are located and glances down. A number 11 is flashing, indicating that the CEO of Osbourne, Inc. isn't going to be resting anytime soon. He settles into the arm chair next to the phone table and sparks up a doob and pushes play.** |
| Answering Machine Voice: 1st unheard message, sent yesterday at 4:32 a.m. "Robbie....Robbie.....I can smell your fear Robbie..or is that the dead fish from the market....so you want to trip the light fantastic with the crazy man Robbie? Aye carrumba mate, be careful what you wish for, you may just get it..." Answering Machine Voice: 2nd unheard message, sent yesterday at 5:22 a.m. "El Senor Osbourne....el capitan....el sucko my dicko...tee hee!!!" Answering Machine Voice: 3rd unheard message, sent yesterday at 6:15 a.m. "Yesa...Mr. Osbournea, thisa isa nota Dona Russoa....Ia ama nota a gaya mana froma Newa Yorka thata hasa gaya picturesa ofa youa! Snicker..." Answering Machine Voice: 4th unheard message, sent yesterday at 7:09 a.m. "It's all over....for the...unknown soldier....." Answering Mahince Voice: 5th unheard message, sent yesterday at 8:13 a.m. "Yea, for I walk through the shadow of death I shall fear no evil, for your money is my inspiration, your fame, glory, and prestige my desires. I will have it all, and you....OOOOHHHHH YEEEAAAHHHHH...you will falll...falll.....fall....oh oh oh oh yeah!!!!!" |
| **Osbourne grows tired of the sound of his opponents voice and skips forward to message 11.** |
| Answering Machine Voice: 11th unheard message, sent today at 10:32 a.m. "Robbie....are you there? I am at the corner of insanity and dillusionary subconcious assmatic rage...where are you Rob? I sooooo need to hear your voice big guy. Why won't you be my friend Rob? What does Jack have that I don't? What can he do for you that I can't? I'll see you very soon Robbie....very, VERY SOON!!!!!" |
| **Rob's eyes shift to the clock next to the answering machine. It reads 10:58 a.m. He sighs and hits the delete all button on the answering machine and flips on his automatic link up to the PWN server in hopes to address his upcoming opponent, former AIW World Champion, Gabe Morrison** |
| NRO: Gabe, you really are a very sick man. Do you really want me to tell you what Jack has that you don't? Do you really want me to tell you what the rest of the world is afraid to say? Jack has a mind Gabe, and you lost yours eons ago. My guess is you were riding shotgun along side the defenders of the galaxy when some catastrophic meteor shower hit out of no where and you lost control of your throttle and your spacecraft came plummeting to earth. You stepped out of your craft, in your true, Alien form, and sought refuge in a small warehouse in Southern California. You probably saw the late, great Jim and decided to take on his appearance, with your given name of Gabe, and Jim's last name, am I close there hotpants? Then you came across some hippies who thought you were uncle Jim reincarnated and they shared some shrooms and some peyote with you, then somehow or another you ended up on some train and arrived in Smyrna, Tennessee, maybe at the Nissan plant's railyard. Who knows. Who cares. Point is, some how you got a job wrestling, and somehow you won the first ever world title here in the AIW. Wow, then you lost it a week later. Oooops, my bad, wasn't quite a week was it? More like 5 days, But nevertheless, you showed the world that the Brits can get the job done, even if it is against a cross dressing transtesticle alien from the planet Nebula 6. But then you screwed up. You thought....and I use that word loosely, as obviously you don't do that very often, that Jack would turn from my side. You fool. You idiot. Gabe, the jig is up, the goose is cooked, they finally found you. The renegade who lost his way ...you're a wanted man! Ah the lovely sounds of music, the world that is held captive in your vacated and desolate mind Mr. Morrison. Well, if it is music ye wants, then music ye shall receive. I am a bit of a song writer myself Gabe. I wrote a little song about ya...wanna hear it...here it go.... You created your character But your destiny is ruled by the die of six You're standing at the edge of churning black water A tributary of the river Styxx I am the master of this world I could have the earth devour you where you stand You exist for my pleasure You'll soon wish you never stepped into my dungeon Clutching hands grab at your legs They pull you down underground You draw your sword, recoil in horror The serpent's venom takes its toll I am the master of this world I'll have my fun with you One by one your lives are coming to an end You'll soon wish you never stepped into my dungeon You're the last alive and you've lost your never You turn and run you might survive You need a way to leave this plain You'll lose your soul if you remain You see a door no time to lose Kick it down and run right through You step into a glowing cavern Suddenly you hear a voice I am the master of this world You're all fools if you think you can escape You're in this 'till the end Look around see what you have to fight Dragons How is that Gabe? |
| **The phone rings, almost exactly fifty two minutes after the last harrasing message from Gabe was left. Osbourne fumes as he snatches the handpiece off of the cradle.** |
| NRO: Listen godamnit...I don't know how you got this number, but if you so much as call here again and hang up I will... VOICE: Whoa horsey....you gave me this number, and if you didn't want me to call you to discuss some Unholy business, then why'd ya leave me a message? |
| **The Nitemare realizes this is not Gabe Morrison and begins to say something about a band getting back together as the scene fades to black.** |
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