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| **The scene opens to find Rob Osbourne stepping off of his jet as it lands back in Florida after his wild weekend with Pledge in New York. He walks around the back of the aircraft where his Maserati is rolled out of the cargo hold, completely repaired by his staff mechanics on the flight back. Osbourne hops in and punches it out of the parking lot and plots his course on the navigation system for the coast. He calls his wife, who is busy at work as the CEO of Pro Wrestling Network.**
NRO: Hey babe, how's everything going? You miss me? Yeah...it was wild. We have a plan though, and consider it.....a.....I don't know, a situation where common enemies make for interesting bedfellows as Tige and Moomba both used to say.No, i'm back in Florida, I just landed. Listen, it's late already, I'm going to just drive out to the beach house in Cocoa and crash. I'll get up early and come get you. Well...like 10:00....10:30....what do you mean that's not early? I usually get up at like noon to two Christina. God Damnit. Listen, I'm sorry. I didn't...no...it wasn't your fault. No...you didn't deserve it....No, you were not being a complete bitch.....I know. Did you catch the Insider's comments? yeah...well, he's damn lucky he didn't mention any names. If it's not PWN that breaks that story, heads will fucking roll, you can believe that. I'll see you by 11:00 ok? Aight...love you to. **As Osbourne hangs up he is already arriving at the beach house, which is breahtaking itself, not to mention the view of the incoming surf of the Atlantic at sun down. Osbourne heads into the open main room of the mod-deco style home. With the early evening breezes that draw the tourists in by the droves blows through the open screens, he pops his iPod down on the docking station and pushes play and maxes the volume as he pulls the shirt and shoes off tossing them on the white leather sofa. He tosses his keys, wallet, cell phone, and shades on the pass through cunter between the kitchen and dining room and grabs a Heineken out of the fridge. As he pops the top "Mr Brownstone" by Guns n Roses blasts through the stereo just as he is about to take the first pull out of the bottle of Holland's finest barley and hops...he chuckles at the irony and downs the hole bottle in a single swallow. He steps out onto the back balcony overlooking the ocean. Several pieces of training equipment are here as well as a large hot tub. Osbourne cranks up the heat and settles into the warmth. "Rocket Queen" starts up next as Osbourne drifts off into a light doze with the Heineken in one hand.** Voice: Wake up you piece of shit. A fucking drunken waste of life you are....you'll never change will you you bum? NRO: Wha....who the hell are you? **Osbourne looks around as he leans forward in the hottub to try and get a fix on the guy talking to him. Not ever having been one for modesty, he stands right up and climbs out of the hot tub in his birthday suit as his vision returns. He cannot believe what he sees in front of him. He turns his head at an angle to see the mirror off to the right hand side...to see himself, but not the vibrant, still young considering, muscular, handsome son of a bitch he should have seen. Instead was a long gray haired old man, hunched over a bit, with his skin sagging in plpaces where his former mass of muscle had stretched out the ksin. His sagging testicles nearly hit the floor as he took a step toward the mirror in disbelief. As he turned back to the man speaking to him he realized it was his own son, who now in 2009 is a mere 18, but the man before him now, the Robert Osbourne Jr. standing there was at least 33 himself, the age Osbourne had been when he had fallen asleep...."Night train" kicks in as the realization sinks in** NRO: Fucking A. Another fucking crazy dream? What in the fuck? I need to really kick the booze. RJR: Heard that before. NRO: Said that before....just never meant it. RJR: Bull shit old man, look around you...you are living in the past Dad. Still listening to Guns and Fucking Roses? Still passing out in the hot tub with a Heinken in your hand? Change? You? Give me a fucking bus pass. NRO: Hey, watch your mouth smart ass. This is a dream dip shit, and when I wake up, I'm gonna smack you in your fuckin' mouth because I like ya...and we'll see how much shit you spit then tough guy? RJR: There's the Daddy Dearest I know and love. Do you want to find out what else besides me hating you and you being a shrivelled up old loser will happen if you stay the course pops, or do you just want me to wake you up now? NRO: I'm "The Nitemare" skippy, I can handle whatever you throw at me.... RJR: Right.....okay then....Mom left you because you were a drunken loser and then you turned gay. Yep. Your Life Partner's with Alex Romanov. Now, change or no change? Sleep or wakie wakie? NRO: WAKE ME UP KID! WAKE ME UP!!! **Osbourne, Jr. pours the Heineken on his head and the smell makes him puke his guts out. When he stops heaving and looks up into the mirror above the sink he sees himself as he should be. 33 and in his prime. He looks down into the sink, look closer in the mirror and realizes he is covered in Heineken....** NRO: Whoa. Fucking Mushrooms and their after effects.....stilll....shouldn't take any chances.... **Osbourne runs inside the beach house and grabs his phone and calls Alex Romanov.** NRO: Alex, where ya at man? Really. No, no need to head back to Florida. Listen. You're fired. Florida's a Right to work state alex, I don't have to give you a reason, and i don't owe you a fucking thing. I took you on as a charity case because I felt bad for my old man ruining your old mans career. I let you talk me into changing alot of things about me, and i should not have done that. The new song is cool, but the rest of it, it wasn't working. You see Alex....those people....those CWF fans...those wrestling fans....the ones that crowded around the gated entry to my home in Nashville even after being out of the business for four years.....those people love me because I'm me. They don't watch me for an idol for their stupid fucking kids. They don't look up to me as role models. People watch me because I make shit happen. I tear shit up. I do the impossible time and again. Have a nic elife kid. I'll have someone send you your things out of your office. **Osbourne hangs up and goes to his office. He flips on the live feed to the PWN network his wife had installed and cuts a promo.** NRO: Jimmy "The Juggernaut" Washington wants to say I can't hang with him because of his size and power? Do we REALLY need to go through the story of David and Goliath Jugs? Hasn't that angle been over worked just a bit? What about Jack and the Beanstalk? We gonna go down that road there skippy? The fact of the matter is this my very naive young friend...I am not M.u.H., or Motion, or Astro. I'm not Khrist or the Raving Lunatic. I'm not Paul Blair or Magnus Thunder. I'm not Drastic or Blood. I'm not Trent Davidson or Sickboy. I'm the mother fucking "Nitemare" Rob Osbourne. When you climb into that ring next Saturday night, and again at Vendetta you will FINALLY get a taste of the big time baby. You haven't seen 100,000 flash bulbs go off at once, all pointed in your direction like you do in a Rob Osbourne match. You don't get world wide press coverage for a match between Juggernaut and Axel Way. Matches between Motion and M.u.H. don't make the front page of the USA Today sports section. Mine all do. The REAL question here Jimmy is ARE YOU READY for what you are going to go through Saturday night? Honestly kid. Think about it. This is the single biggest match to date of your sorry pathetic little life. When before has your name been mentioned in the same breath as guys like me, Adams and Pledge? Not to mention being billed in the same main event match with the three of us. I have the advantage over you in thi smatch and in our one on one at Vendetta. I have been in matches like this when you were at home watching them all wide-eyed with your friends on pay per view. Did you know I killed a man in the ring once? Broke his neck. Wasn't intentional, but those kinds of things happen Jugs. People get hurt....badly. Just like with ole' Johnny Gritz You made mention to the fact that your bigger, stornger and yonger. STOP THE PRESSES! Thank you Captain Obvious. Have you ever heard the old story abvout the tortoise and the haire? Jack, you have to catch me to punsih me, and all I have to do to you, is take out your legs and pal, I know a thousand and three ways to do that. You can still pull out of this. You can take your ball and go home. You have already lost a very dear friend. You have seen what happens to third rate has been's by hanging around with your benefactor, Chemical X. No one will think any less of you if you walk away now. If I had to face me AND Pledge in a match I'd be on a Midnight train to georgia pimpin. Throw Adams into the match to, and i'm outta here like last year ya dig? Cut and run. I'll be screwed out of the national Title. Xamin hates me as it is, he'd never just hand me the belt. He'd put it up in a month long tournament. I don't want to wait. I hope you do show up next Saturday. I'm begging you. No...to quote my very dear friend Radiant Roland Ulv...I am quivering with anticipation!!! **The scene fades as Osbourne, still clad in just a towel flashes his shit eating grin at the cameras. FTB** |
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