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| **The scene opens to find "The Nitemare" Rob Osbourne sitting heading through the airport to board his plane following Showdown. Osbourne is clad in all black with a black ball cap on backwards and even black shades instead of the typical purple Oakley frogskins. As he is about to head down the service exit to the runway so that he can board his leer jet, he is approached by a CWF camera crew....**
Reporter: Mr. Osbourne, Sol Rosenberg, CWF reporter....can we get a word with you sir? NRO: Sol? Sol Rosenberg? Holy Shit! How the hell are you man? Wow....I didn't think you were still in the business? SR: Oh gawd...please don't hurt me! Mark Xamin called me and said half of his beat reporters had quit because of you but he needed verteran journalist to conduct the on the spot interviews. NRO: I wouldn't hurt you Sol, you have called more of my matches in the past than anyone ever before. How about your old announce table partner in the EWA and MWWF, Frank Rizzo? SR: Oh no, he's a terrible person! Frank Rizzo was a pedophile...he was also used to like to put things in my ass when we would be off camera....it was very hurtful and I had blood in my stool and my bowel movements were loose and uncontrollable for several weeks...it was aweful... NRO: Wow, I had no idea. Where is the old bastard at now? SR: Marion Federal Penetentiary in Illinois. Child molestation charges...he was a very bad man. Mr. Osbourne, can we please not talk about him, it was a very traumatic time for me, and he used to beat me and punch me and kick me. It was terrible. Can I interview you now? NRO: Sure man. Fire away. SR: Oh thank you. Sir, the fans of the CWF want to know why you did what you did this evening at Showdown. Honestly, I don't care, but I do see their point. You could have had the match won. You could have held a victory over both of the reigning champions and your arch rival but instead you gave Pledge the win. Why? NRO: Oh I think there are several reasons I could mention. For one, regardless of whose hand got raised, ANYONE and EVERYONE watching Showdown knows who won that round of the war. Anyone with eyes to see and ears to hear know that I alone held that match in the palm of my hand. Why though, did I choose to give the W to Pledge? Why not? It was a Showdown match. I was there to prove a point. SR: That you can't be trusted? NRO: Ya know Sol, nastalgia only gets you so far....then it's lights out and time to have a Badd Dream..... **Osbourne eyes the nearby table with the staff's coffee machine and bagels** SR: OH GAWD! OH PLEASE NO! I AM SO SORRY!!! NRO: You sass me again and I'll leave you laying in a puddle of your own blood and piss. Which is what happened to our soon to be former CWF National Champion, Jimmy Jugs. Which is exactly why I did what I did. I didn't care about a non-title Showdown match. Gone are the days when I cared about a perfect record...which I had at 42-0 until that fluke loss to Maniac.... SR: I called that match sir, and for years I have had a very serious problem with you calling that match a fluke. Now, when your brother beat you in the EWA, that was a fluke, but Maniac had your number that day. So you took your ball and left and went to the EWA. NRO: And you followed and so did your kid touching pal. And eventually, so did Maniac.....why? Because, what guys like Brian Adams and Jimmy Jugs have never realized in their naivity, I ...ME....Rob Osbourne, always was, always has been, and always will be the measuring stick. Who did Z-Pac want to solidify his legacy with? Me. They had to drug me, run me over with a Hummer and threaten my children, but he got his win over me. he retired shortly thereafter. Jimmy Jugs, ask your old pal Scarletti X....he can tell you about it. If you don't want to take my word for it, call up Jeff Jericho, the living legend of the CWF. Even old Double J will tell you that he himself at one point decided that once he reached my level, he had made it. SR: You do put asses in the seats Mr. Osbourne, and you have a way of making even the most terrible of wreslters look good in a match. But you are also so full of yourself it spews over and bubbles and festers and smells aweful. Like when I had mucous in my stool. That was very painful. NRO: Riiiiiiiiiiiiiight. Sol, let me ask YOU a question. What did you think of my actions tonight at Showdown? SR: Considering the situation...you do have a match this week for the title with Mr. Washington....you have shown that winning isn't the only thing you car eabout in your sage wisdom....and Pledge can hold the fact that he beat Adams over Adams head and use it to make him crack when they face off for the World title. You in the meantime get to scout the Juggernaut, and then break him down and turn him into damaged goods when he has to face you 6 days removed from your triple chair shot. With all hints of morality and sense of right and wrong aside, I think your strategy was brilliant as usual Mr. Osbourne . NRO: Well Sol, I have to tell you that does suprise me. I appreciate your ability to see beyond the wins and losses. If you liked that, wait til this Sunday at Vendetta. Jughead's going to wish he had never went into this profession. I am going to literally and metaphorically beat him within an inch of his God-forsaken life. SR: Oh no...i hate the brutality...oh no...I don't know why I ever went to work in this business in the first place....such brutes.... NRO: History schmistory, that does it smartass..... **Osbourne kicks the 63 year old in the stomach then swiftly and in a fluid motion, takes him head first through the table with a Badd Dream. As hot coffee spills all over Rosenberg's face he screams in terror** NRO: Now who's in a puddle of their own blood and piss Solly old boy? Hahahaha!! (turns to camera) Listen up Jugs. This is your very last chance to pull out. Just relinquish the title and save yourself the pian, humility, embarassment, shame, and personal hell you will find yourself in next Sunday at about 11:00 p.m. eastern time pal. You can just come out and admit that your health and mental stability mean more to you than that piece of tin and leather around your waist. No one will think any less of you Jimmy. Hell, whether they admit it or not, alot of guys would probably respect the hell out of you for being man enough to know when your mouth had written a check your big ass couldn't cash. Your only real three valid points over the last 15 days have been A) All I do is talk about the past....B) You're younger and stronger than me....and C) I underestimate you.....well let's see how that all went earlier...let's see......hhhmmmmmm...oh yeah, I showed you that indeed I am your worst fucking NITEMARE and that your size quite literally had shit to do with the match. You got beat up. Beat up worse than you have in a looooong time. And I don't think it was me that underestimated you kid, I think it was the other way around. And as for the past, like I told Adams, it's all about where you came from that determines where you are going. You did mention one thing that made no sense whatsoever when you criticized me for comparing sports entertainment to other sports. What kind of crack are you smoking? You do realize that smoking that shit will ruin your life. I have a cousin who...well...you guys saw how my family is when Pledge crashed the Family Reunion. That big muscular body will be gone real quick Jugs if you stay on them readies. Professional athletes...career icons in their respective sports do indeed have a valid matter in reference you moron. Really? Is that all you had? Was that your best? I barely broke a sweat kid, you had better have a whole helluva lot more than that or you will just plain get taken to scholl. I took out all three of you....and you think you'll be a problem? Bring it on. **Scene fades to black as Osbourne boards the jet bound for Nashville, Tennessee and the rest of the Osbourne Family Reunion Week.** |
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