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| {The scene opens to the landing strip near the personal hangars at the NAS JAX international airport in Jacksonville, Florida. The private 787 of Rob Osbourne is taxing the runway. As the plane comes to a complete stop the hangar opens and a purple Ferarri backs off ofthe ramp. Behind the wheel sits Rob Osbourne, the former MWWF, EWA, SAW, AIW, and IoA World Champion. I would start to mention the other titles in all the other promotions he has worked over the years but we are on a time restricted schedule. Let's just say it was alot. He speeds out ofthe airport and onto I-95 north. He takes the 295 West junction and speeds on at top speeds in excess of 180 miles per hour on the crowded north Florida interstate system. He merges onto I-10 West and heads to the Baldwon exit. As he lowers his speed to the suggested 35 miler per hour he seemingly drives through a time portal to 1952 Mayberry RFD. The small town of 1500 , not even a mile and a half square is seated between large railroad tracks the are secluded by Florida pines. He hangs a left onto US 90 and heads west. He turns onto Main Street to the "Beauty of Baldwin" the former estate of a 1800's plantation. The large Mayflower tryucks backed into the circling drive indicate new residents are moving in. Rob pulls the Italian sports car to a hault in front of the recently constructed garage and hops out. he strolls through the main hall past the dozens of laborers situating furniture and unloading boxes. From the second floor balcony overlooking the foyer, his wife, former AIW president Christina Danky-Osbourne waves to him while holding their 18 month old daughter Hannah. From out of the first floor game room emerges his 7 year old son Rob, Jr. From out of the music room on the mid level races his 5 year old daughter Kayla. Finally, his 3 year old son Joseph runs throught all of the halls shouting "I see a clue!" Rob scoops him up as he flies by and starts tickling him furiously. As they hit the floor Rob Jr. drops a hard elbow right across the kidneys Rob Sr lets out a faux cry as if being hit with a kendo stick by Z-Pac. he quickly comes back from his "injury" and shoots an amateur double leg take down on his 7 year old. Rob Jr instinctively sprawls, crossfaces his pop then spins behind into the referee's position. Christina, reaching the bottom step now with kayla following shouts out "Two points take down, blue, two points!" as Kayla executes the hand signal for a takedown and the 2 point sign. Rob Sr kips up and gives his son a high five.} |
| NRO: Damn boy, that sprawl is the best I've seen since John Smith's move that he used on me before i pinned him with, of all things, an Oklahoma roll series. Rob Jr: Thanks dad, coach says its the best sprawl and cross face combo he has seen since you did it against Kurt Angle in Atlanat before he Oklahoma rolled you. NRO: Yeah well, Kurt Angle was a mans man. He epitomizes what amatuer wrestling is all about. The only two men I'd say I don't mind losing two are Kurt Angle and Dan Gable. Rob Jr: Dad, can i ask you a straight up question? NRO: Sure kiddo, anything. Rob Jr: I used to hear you tell grandma that th worst thing you ever did to your brother was letting him beat you at Badd Dreams in the EWA. I know you also told mom after you kicked the shit out of him in the IoA that you felt horrible, like grandpa was looking down from Heaven and scowling. Are you worried that he may end up being the one you have to face off with for that CWF strap? I mean, it almost sounds like what Great Grandma Cane used to call damned if you do and damned if you dont. NRO: Jesus how many 7 yr olds talk like that? You aren't 7, you're 27. What did you do with my son? Rob Jr: Dad, shut up and answer me, dont beat around the bush. NRO: Well, before I answer you let me ask you something. We moved to Florida , partiularly North Florida so you could get your mat accomplishments noticed by scouts before you get in high school right? Rob Jr: Dad, dont do this, dont make this about me. NRO: Dude, just think hypothetically with me ok? Rob Jr: Whatever dude. NRO: Ok, so you know beyond a shadow of a doubt that you will start for the Jacksonville City Summer team that always wins enough team matches to get to the national invitationals right? Rob Jr: Duh. NRO: Ok, you know that Hugh moved to his dad's in Michigan when you and he got stuck in the same weight class and he didnt want to wrestle off with you because you guys have been best friends since you met the first day of Kindergarten right? Rob Jr: That and his dad can afford for him not to work and he can focus on training instead of having to work at Kroger when he lived in Nashville with his mom. NRO: Right. But nevertheless, you'll be on the sure thing team wrestling at 89 pounds. He;ll be there from the Michigan team wrestling at 89 pounds. He will be in the bottom bracket, you will be in the op. You most likely will meet in the finals, because yout wo are the greatest amateur wrestlers in your age group ever. You have spent as much time at the White's house and with Hugh as I have at my office at Osbourne Inc. You guys are almost like brothers. How do you think you are going to feel right before that tournament starts. What will you feel? And how much of what you feel and think are going to effect you once that ref blows his whistle and you two are both after one thing? Rob Jr: Uhm, I hadn't, and thank you for bringing it up. I see your point. If you follow Bob's rules... NRO: You guys are on a first name basis now? Rob Jr: Yes, and he says you guys were also. Anyway, I'll humor you, Coach Smiley says that everything you think and everything you feel does not exist when that whistle blows. There is nothing else in the world going on but what is inside that circle and what the man that is trying to defeat you is doing to you and how you can counter what hold he may apply from the position he seems to be going in. you have to be aware of where his body is and where your body is and what he may be able to do seconds before he can think about doing it otherwise, you fail, and failure is not an option. We will not accept it. We will not embrace it. We will win. NRO: Godamnit, that brings tears to my eyes hearing you say it kid. He really has you disciplined better than me doesnt he? Rob Jr: Like that was hard to do. You showed up for practice three days a week, half the time you jogged on the laps at the end of practice. And thats why Angle beat you. NRO: (to Christina) See, this is why I didnt want Smiley to be his coach, he's got everything on me now. (back to little Rob) and he's probably right. If I had the discipline at that age that you have, i never would have lost a match. Rob Jr: Wrong again oh arrogant father. You have to understand that every match you will be in, no matter when, no matter where, there is someone out there running a little bid harder, a little bit longer. There is a guy out there in that tournament that is spending an extra 30 minutes in the weight room after practice and hes adding 15 pounds to his bench reps. Someone out there is strething longer and wont pull a muscle when you do in overtime. Dad, you have to get back that focus. I was bummed when we moved, because i so wanted you to see me in an Antioch jersey one day and an Antioch singlet one day. But I know that what is best for my future and yours is here, in Florida. i know the sacrifices you made, leaving your company for someone else to run. I appreciate it all, but when that whistle blows dad, nothing else can matter, for you or for me. Do you understand? NRO: Yes, son, i think i do. your Uncle Chris better make sure he doesnt slip, because this old dog can still hunt. Christina: Oh god, spare us the Coach Wilson impressions. Ok, Robbie, Kayla, Joey, Hannie, everybody in the dining room, its lunch time. Hon, you gonna be around awhile yet before you head to Montreal or is Eric coming here? NRO: I have to go pack up and head there. Eric sounded really upset. Something about Chris making him get naked or something. I swear that dumbass is gonna fuck with the wrong person one day trying to scare them and they will shoot his punk ass. Gimme a kiss babe, its time to go to work. |
| {The scene fades out and then comes back up as Osbourne is pulling the sports car back into the hangar of the plane that still sits running in the same position at NAS JAX. Hours later Rob is pulling into the driveway of "Too Xtreme" Eric Badger. He uses his key to enter and heads to the living room of the former hardcore icon. Eric is curled up in the fetal position still naked, after three days and sits weeping sucking his thumb. Rob says something to him and he doesnt even realize his mentor is there. Osbourne reaches in the pocket of his leather blazer and pulls out a phat doob. He lights is up and begins puffing vigorously and blowing the smoke in Badgers face. As Rob is nearly done with the J Eric comes to and takes the roach out of his hand as he gets up and leaves the room. minutes later he is back in sweats and a wifebeater, still hitting the doob. He plops down on the couch, Rob still standing. He gestures for him to sit.} |
| TXEB: Rob, dude, sit down already. NRO: No way Eric, your sac was just all over that leather and you were slobbering and cryin and shit. No thanks B. TXEB: Then sit in the chair fuckface. And give me the joint in the other pocket you fucking bogart. NRO: Now, what makes you think i have another doob in the other pocket? TXEB: Look, its good shit, but you never smoke just one. Fire that shit up man, cause I need to chill. your brother is one sick twisted fuck. NRO: Dude, he's my baby brothe, I know how fucking sick he is. He used to hold down Tim when they were teenagers and rub his ass juice hed scoop out of his pants in Tim's face. TXEB: Oh my god, that is so fucking gross. What did Tim do? NRO: That fat fuck? Absolutely nothing, he laid there laughing, cause they were both stoned. TXEB: That sick fuck went to far this time. NRO: Look, avoid the trouble, come to Florida with me. Stay with Christie and the kids. He aint gonna come mess with you there. And if he did, Robbis would fuck him up. Chris never was a great amateur wrestler. He could have been if he didnt break so many rules and get dq'd so much. You know they actually banned him from the state tournament his senior year. the defending two time state champ gets banned. Hehe, fucking dumbass, i swear. TXEB: Man, everytime I watch Pulp Fuiction now, that whole scene with Ving Rhames and the gimp is gonna haunt me. NRO: Thats sick shit dude. Look Eric, even if you dont come with me, i dont want you showing up at Defiance to take him out before I get to him. We have alot of unfinished business with one another. My dad will be watching down i know, and I dont want that slimey little brother of mine pouring out any bullshit excuses after i hand him his ass. TXEB: Dont talk about hands in asses man! Please!!!!! NRO: Damn....what did they do to you Eric? TXEB: Bad stuff, real bad. They ass raped me Rob. NRO: WHOOWHAT? TXEB: Shanked my flag...tossed my salad...surfed my butthole. The gimp stuck his finger in my butt, then his whole hand, then they shoved the narrow end of a baseball bat up there like in Monster. NRO: WHOOWHAT? TXEB: They tore my asshole to pieces man!!!! Don't you get it? NRO: YAYEAS! TXEB: oh god, you're high now, doing the Chapelle show Lil John shit....wait, whats thelast ne that will shut you up...do I just ask you to stop? Hmm....okay, Rob, stop acting like Dave Chapelle acting like Lil John... NRO: OHKAAAAY! TXEB: This is gonna be a long flight.... |
| {The scene fades out as they go to get in the car. Eric goes to get in the passenger side of the car but rob jumps in it first and tosses him the keys and says you drive. Eric musters his own horrible Lil John and cries out "Okayeee!" but it fails compared to Rob Osbourne and Dave Chapelle. They speed off towards the airport. FTB } |
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