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**The scene opens to Rob Osbourne pulling up at the large section of a public campgrounds near J. Percy Priest Lake in Nashville, Tennessee. As he drives up in a rented H3 he sees several of his relatives already setting up camp for the week long festival that began last week with a party and live concert by Ozzy Osbourne. The rest of the family continued patying for a solid 48 hours while Rob was in St. Louis for Showdown. As Osbourne arrives to the last camp site, where a vintage airstream camper is parkked, he parks the vehicle and gets out. As he walks up to the camper his brother Chris Osbourne comes up to him....**
DCO: What the fuck were you thinking, letting HIM come HERE?!?! NRO: WHOA! Back up hoss. Since when do get to ask the questions? I've been fotting the bill for that bastard son of yours's medical bills...I've been letting you drink me out of house and home by "running" my club. Now you have the audacity to come up to me and order me around jack? I will straight fuck you up. DCO: Listen....I'm sorry. I just don't think it's right after what he.....did. He doesn't deserve a title shot of any kind. I want him. I want him so bad I can taste it.... NRO: Again with the WHOA! Yer scarin me Chris. Couldn't go with....I really want to kick that guys teeth down his throat....or...He pissed me off, so I'm gonna break every bone in his body...no...not my brother. He has to go with "I want him. I want him so bad I can taste it." But seriously little brother, you see that camera crew following me around? DCO: Who, those guys right there? (Walks right up to the camera and grins) NRO: Yes dumbass. Well, see, they are suposed to befollowing me cutting a promo, and my match is with Juggernaut for the National Title. So, for sake of sounding like a dick...what happened in the EWA with another wrestler and someone close to me, has no relevance to my TITLE MATCH this week. So I'm going to take this time to talk about my opponent. Nay, scratch that, i will take this time to talk TO my oppponent. Jugs...you need to worry and worry hard about this week. While you are off worrying about wether that waste of life Scarletti having the sac to pull the trigger and off himself or not, which, by the way, if you know Professor Plutonium's secret ingredient as well as I do, you would know HE would never have the mustard to do it. He'd piss himself before he could let the hammer fall. But it isn't Sickboy or Chemical X in that ring this week Jugs. It's you, and it's me. No Brian Adams and Pledge for me to have to worry about. But, like I already said, anyone watchng know, it wouldn't have mattered - I beat all of you. I beat you all within an inch of your life. I must have hit you so hard with those three chair shots that you forgot we have our TITLE MATCH this week at Vendetta. But really, I guess if I were you, i would already be looking past this week and past the TITLE MATCH we have. You know you are going to lose. You know you are about to be forever referred to as FORMER CWF National Champion, Jimmy "The Juggernaut" Washington. **Just then a 4 wheeler comes slinging mud doing donuts in the muck. As the engine throttles down and shuts off "The Madman" Matt Osbourne a.k.a. The Gravedigger gets off. No longer wearing his ring attire from his days as Digger as he was the night of the Family Reunion kick off when Pledge had stopped by. Instead now, he looks as Rob knew him away from the arenas. In a pair of blue jean overalls with no shirt on, and big brown work boots. Mud was caked in his bushy beard and long curly hair. As he approached Rob sighed.** MMO: Well I'll be a sumbitch, I lost fifty bucks on yer old ass Saturday. NRO: Mistake number one Matt, you never bet against me. Even when you hate me, don't ever bet against me. And how the hell do you figure I cost you fifty if i didn't lose or win? MMO: Hell Robbie, I figured as drunk as yer ass was Friday night there was no way you could pull off a win in that match. And I damn sure wasn't bettin on Pledge. NRO: You bet on Adams??? MMO: No, actually, I bet on ole Jughead. I like Jughead, the way he used to sneak around while Archie and Veronica were gettin it on. He'd be out there with his litttle ole crown on, eatin a burger. I used to laugh when Granny'd give me the funny papers if Jughead was in em. And he was. He was always in every Archie comic. He was one of the most popular characters. Plus, the Jughead you was facin was HUGE...I figured you'd be drunk, Pledge'd be Pledge and get his eggs scrambled, which, on a side bet I did make a ten spot betting that you'd turn on him. Then I also won another ten spot betting that you would hit at least two people with a chair. But then...but then I lost thirty on an over under that it'd either be you or Pledge who got pinned to. I shoulda known yer narra ass would do something like set Pledge up for the win while at the same time asserting your dominance. NRO: What? MMO: Why you.... **Matt charges Rob, but chris comes up quick from behind him and clotheslines Matt into the mud. Rob jumps up on the back of the H3 and pulls his shirt and glasses off then does a suicide dive into the mud taking out both chris and Matt. The three rednecks continue to mud wreslte, slowly gathering a crowd, and other competitors such as the other cousins, the twins, Tim and Tom. The two younger blonde men grab Chris Osbourne and set him up for a 3D. As Rob rolls out of the mud pit cracking up with laughter and bleeding from the mouth all of a sudden there is a huge pop from the crowd that has gathered of non-wrestling Osbourne family members camping at the complex. A young man looking no more than 17 or 18 comes flying off of the roof of Rob's Airstream doing a 360 suicide dive knociking over the whole mud pit full of competitors.** NRO: Hell yes! That's my boy people. The world better watch out. (Osbourne turns to his half-Canadian brother Eric Osbourne) Did you see that Eric? He did a 360 off of the damn trailer. Boy, it's no wonder you already have the XPF Mid-Florida title. You give them Indy fedders hell son. EO: Yeah Robbie, for sure, he looked like old uncle eric, eh? Ya know man. I may not have grown up down here in Nashville with you guys eh, but I fele right at home in the woods with the camping,. Just wish it wasn't so darned hot. NRO: HOT? Shit bro, this is beautiful weather. You want to see hot, come down to Orlando in July. Your fair Canadian skin will be as red as a Russian flag boy. You'll roast like a pig on a spicket. EO: Speaking of burning in hell, why in the name of God would Xamin be letting he whose name we know in Canada not to speak back into the CWF? NRO: You talking about Jeff Jericho? Shit son, that ain't no suprise. Whoever the Insider thinks he is follin is beyond me. But of course, I am the one who made the phone call that got the Golden One back in the right train of thought. Pledge had called him, Xamin had called him...so much that Jericho had to get a restraining order against Xamin. It was kind of sad. You see, Mark has this thing for Jeff...it's a little on the border of a man crush. EO: So, let me get this straight, with as many top shelf main eventers the CWF is already filled with, you called the man that built the house of the CWF brick by damned brick to come back?!?!! Are you nuts? NRO: Far from it Eric. Me and The golden One go back. Way back. Further back than Pledge. Further back than the Maniac. The Golden One and I are...well, we love to hate each other. Put it that way. EO: So what did you say to him..I mean, if you don't mind me asking? NRO: I told him it would be a shame for him to go out and end his career the way he did. He didn't go out on a high note. He didn't even go out in a blaze of glory. He just took some time off...and disappeared. No one knows where he has been or what demons he has been fighting. Hell, I waged my own internal war within myself when I was gone from the ring for so long. I also told him the world needed to see the match to settle the score. The one to show who was the better man. Me or him. EO: You have to be kididng me? I mean, with all due respect Robbie, you are a great performer. In Canada though, he is a legend. You, your just the American who doesn't suck. NRO: Okay Eric, let me slow this down into Canadian speed for you....if I were from Canada eh....would I be a God in Canada eh? EO: For sure! NRO: Thank you. Point made. But I digress, there I go talking about some other wrestler from another time and place. I mean, it isn't even official yet, right? And I do have a TITLE MATCH with Jugs this week. I need to go run for a bit, you wanna come with? EO: No way (slaps belly) I havent put this gut on in my retirement because I run dude. Have fun. **Osbourne nods his head and takes off on a good clip humming Journey in his head** |
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