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| **The scene opens to find Rob Osbourne seated on his jet in transit from Orlando International Airport to destination is Ontario, Canada. As the jet climbs to a cruising altitude, Alex Romanov comes from the cockpit area and sits down across from The Nitemare. Osbourne, clad in his typical business attire - a dark purple under armor short sleeve top with a pair of Gucci slacks - black of course. He has a leather jacket on over the top and despite being aborad a jet, and it being 9:45 p.m. he is wearing his trademark purple Oakley grogskin shades. His hair is pulled back in a braid laying over the length in the back. The two men sit there in silence for a moment as Romanov stares at the floor.....**
NRO: How long do we have to drag this out? Alex: What are you talking about? NRO: Oh no, you don't even begin to try that kind of cop out shit with me young man. I was born at night but not last night. Alex: Rob, I seriously have no clue what you mean....I'm just ....shocked... NRO: At what numnuts? I think we may be talking about the same thing. Are we talking about how sadly you underestimated me? How easily I handed Blair his fucking ass right??? Admit it....you were wrong....go ahead.... Alex: Oh that...yeah....right...sorry..way to go! Woot team! Yay! Did you bother to take a look at the Showdown line-up for this week? NRO: What did X give me a nother Jobber like Blair? **Osbourne picks up a Heineken, twists the top off and tosses it back** Alex: Sure...you're in a four corners match against Juggernaut...Pledge...and Adams! **Osbourne sprays beer all over Romanov** NRO: Who to the what? Alex: Yeah...you need to watch more TV man. **Osbourne turns the 22" flat panel on and switches the sat channel to PWN....as the bottom scroll lists out the card for all feds next week they show the CWF Showdown line-up and Osbourne stumbles backwards and flals into this chair. As he shuts the TV off and sighs Romanov stands and faces him** Alex: You had better get VERY serious about this match. You want to know if you are still the greatest? Here's your chance... NRO: Well this trip just became much more important. I'm gonna crash. Wake me up when we land. **Osbourne heads to the rear cabin to take a nap as Romanov furiously taps away on his laptop updating Idle Chat...his blog about his life as Osbourne's assistant. 2 1/2 hours later Romanov wakes Osbourne and lets him know they have landed. Once they arrive they head to a car rental facility where Osbourne has Romoanov go in and rent a Ford Flex.As Osbourne gets in he sets the navigation system for the town of Kingston.** NRO: Okay kid, buckle up. We've got about a 2 hour and 45 minute ride, give or take traffic. But I can't see the coast of Lake Ontario to be too crowded this time of year. It's colder than a dog's bollox out here. Awe shit...how many miles is 261 Kilometers? Stupid metric shit.... Alex: Well, if memory serves me right....1 kilometer equals 0.621371192 miles....so....about 163 miles... NRO: Wow. are you always that good with numbers? Alex: No, only metric conversions. Having a father from Russia will do that to you. **Osbourne plugs his MP3 player into the Microsoft Sync USB Input jack. He touches his thumb to the control on the wheel...** Flex: Sync. Please say a command. NRO: USB Flex: USB. Please say a command. NRO: Play track "Straight From the Heart" Flex: Playing track "Straight from the Heart" **The music begins and Romanov just sits staring slack jawed at Osbourne. He rubs his hand VERY slowly down his face in disbelief.** NRO: I could start dreamin but it never ends As long as youre gone we may as well pretend Ive been dreamin Straight from the heart You say its easy but whos to say That wed be able to keep it this way But its easier Straight from the heart Give it to me straight from the heart Tell me we can make another start You know Ill never go As long as I know Its comin straight from the heart **As the song ends Osbourne pushes the button and the stereo switches back over to Sirius Satellite radio and the PWN channel. A replay of the audio track from Brian Adams interview last week in Dallas with Dennis Donnely.** Dennis: Then how do you explain his claim? Brian: That�s easy, LSD. It makes you hallucinate and make you think all kinds of crazy things. One being that Osbourne thinking that he�s beaten me before and two thinking he can beat me now. The man has a problem Donnelly, and the first step out of twelve is admitting you have one. Hell, maybe another reason he mentions me in his promos, even though he has no reason to do so, is to get some recognition. The man has been wrestling just as long as I have and still hasn�t held one single CWF title, and that�s the only thing he can be recognized for until he wins one while in the CWF. Dennis: But he does have a national title shot against The Juggernaut at Vendetta, so he could change that in the matter of a few short weeks. Brian: More like in the matter of a few longs weeks. These weeks leading up to Vendetta are going to be the longest of Osbourne�s career. The weeks previous to Vendetta are going to be like Christmas Eve when you�re young. You hope and pray that you get to run down those steps and see that new shiny red bicycle that you�ve been asking for all year, and then when you hit the bottom of the steps, there is nothing. That�s what Osbourne�s whole career has been like in CWF. He waits and waits and waits, and then that day comes and his dream slowly dissolve into a nightmare(wink wink). Someone let him know it�s time to wake the hell up. **As the segment ends Osbourne turns off the radio altogether.** NRO: Sunofabitchingcocksuckingassmotherfucker! That must have been the interview Bobby told me about on the phone the other night. Who the hell does that arrogant mother fucker think he's dealing with? This ain't The Huckster or Triple X. This ain't Studly Steve Dart or Jeff Jericho. This is "The Nitemare" son. You have no idea what you are doing. The fire you have ignited. I have no idea what kind of week I have in store for me? !?! I think the same can be said for you old bean. I'm about to show you this wek at Showdown why you are nothing more than a steward. Just like Jugs. Those belts you two have around your waste belong to me. And I will be showing you, Xamin, and the world why I am the best god damned thing since sliced bread. Believe that. Alex: Hey man, where the hell are we going? What the fuck is in Kingston, Ontario, Canada? NRO: I thought you were the smart one. I did my homework lad. We are on our way to the birth place of a legend. The birthplace of Brian Adams!!!! Alex (rolls his eyes) You drunken fool. Brian Adams the wrestler is from Philadephia, Pennsylvania. Brian Adams from Kingston, Ontario, Canada is the singer who's song we just listed to. Dumbass. NRO: You mean the dude who sang the Robin Hood song? No shit....hey.....when I Google'd Brian Adams it said Kingston, Ontario. How the hell did he end up in Philly? I mean, he has doe ssuck really bad and that is the hme of the shittiest NFL team in the league, the crappiest baseball team, and the sorriest basketball team. Their hockey team sucks ass to. Alex: Are you serious? First of all I already told you it was Brian Adams..."Summer of 69" Brian Adams....not the CWF World Champion. Secondly, the Phillies won the world series last year sherlock. NRO: Yeah, but the Eagles, Flyers, and Sixers still blow. Alex: I digress. You have me there. Turn around. If we make good time we can get back to Florida by dinner time. Dumb ass. **Scene fades to black as Osbourne busts a U-turn and heads away from Kingston, Ontario, Canada. FTB** |
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