**The scene opens to an exotic sports car dealership in Orlando, Florida. Seated in an office off of the main showroom is The Nitemare. He is waiting for the sales rep showing him the car he wants to comeback from the sales tower. As the salesman enters the office he jokes that Osbourne could buy the dealership if he wanted. After a few preliminaries Osbourne is walked down to the Finance office where he signs the documents to finalize the sale of his 2007 Maserati Quatropor. The jet black Italian sports car flat out dusted Osbourne's 2001 Ferarri on the test track and the soon to be CWF National Champion decided he must have the car. 45 minutes pass and Osbourne emerges from the Finance office with keys in and along with his new personel journalist, Alex Romanov, he hops into his new car as he dials his wife's cell number**

Voice: Christina Danky's office. This is Sharon, how may I direct your call? NRO: Sharon, it's Rob, is she busy? Voice: No sir, but she is in a mood. NRO: Just tell her I bought the car and Alex and I are on our way to show it to her. Voice: Yes sir, I will let her know.

**As Osbourne hangs up the phone he runs a red light getting onto the I-4 on ramp heading East towards Daytona Beach. Once the car is on the freeway he drops it into fifth gear and Alex's head snaps back into the seat as the G Force pulls his skin taught. 20 minutes later they arrive at their destination, a destination that by all accounts should have taken them an hour and fifteen minutes to reach via car. The former headquarters of  Absolutely Infectious Wrestling, or the AIW, looks serene transformed into PWN Studios. The pro wrestling network his wife started 6 years ago had gorwn into an empire that required most of her time. As the elevator dings and they step off onto the 23rd floor, he motions to Alex to wait outside as he enters his wife's office. She is seated behind the desk with her back to the door tapping away at the keyboard before her. He leans in over her shoulder and nibbles on her ear lobe. She smacks at his face, as if he were a house fly without even looking up she begins speaking**

Christina: Sharon said you were driving your new toy here to see me. She didn't mention you were buying a new helicoptor. NRO: I didn't and we did. Christina: You got a mouse in your pocket? Who's this 'we'? NRO: Alex, the kid I told you about. Christina: Oh, your latest charity case. Rob, you can't go fixing the life of every kid who you or your dad or your brothers or uncles cousins sisters aunt ruined the life of. And what the fuck do you mean you drove? You got here in 20 minutes....it's a 25 minute chopper ride every night for me to get home. NRO: I bought Johnny Damon's old Maserati. The one his ex-wife took from him in the divorce.... Christina: The black one we saw at their house when we were on the boat?? NRO: One in the same. Oh my God, was that a fun ride. Christina: So, this kid comes along, mentions you should change your image and now, you go out and spends 70K on a used sports car some washed up baseball players ex-wife had? What's next, you gonna serve me with papers? NRO: No, but I Alex makes a point. I have been driving the same car for 8 years. I have been using the same Entrance Music for 13 years. The same ring attire for 15 years. Maybe it is time for a make over, new music, maybe a new look altogether... Christina: You cut the hair, you can find a new place to call home. I like to pull it too much for you get away with cutting it. Besides, your ears are too big to have short hair. NRO: Speaking of short hair....

**Osbournes hand starts slowly working its way up his wife's skirt as he goes into the nether regions her hand slaps the shit out of him and he pulls his hand out. **

Christina: Trust me when I say, you do not want to do that. NRO: Son of a bitch! (looks to the camera) Damn you Blood, you've done it again. Christina: Thats nasty. Why did you have to be nasty? You know what, don't speak. You fuck it up when you talk. Just shut the door and lock it, and get the towels out of the closet. It's time for you to get your last big workout before you wipe the floor with Blood. NRO: Can I wipe the floor with Blood's blood after I get your blood all over me? Christina: You know what? It's a good thing you are so fucking hot, because I'd have you killed if you weren't. Get those clothes off and get to work. NRO: Yes ma'am!!!!!

** Scene fades to black as un-Holy sounds come from Ms. Danky's office. FTB**