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**The scene opens to Rob Osbourne returning from his run. The rest of the family has long cleared out from the impromptu mud wrestling royal rumble from earlier. As he opens the door to the Airstrema trailer there is a note from his son telling him he wished he would have hung around for a bit and watched him take out Uncle Chris with a Badd Dream onto the hood of the H3 rental and how he not only was a little unsure of what chris would do when he woke up but also he had a title defense in Talahssee to get to. Rob laughs out loud then heads to the shower. 25 minutes later he emerges looking like a true Tennessee redneck and nothing like the man the wreslting world knows. The hair is pushed back under a cowboy hat, he is wearing a plain white t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans with cowboy boots and black Oakley's. As he steps out of the trailer and walks over to the H3 he notices the nice dent in the hood in the shape of his younger brothers head. He smiles and hops in and fires up the engine. He heads up to the far side of the camp site to the pavillion area where the party has already started. As he walks up his brother Chris has just told the Family gathered around the pavillion about Rob's very first legit CWF title shot in over a 15 year career. As Chris finishes the story he hands the microphone to Rob.**
NRO: Thanks Chris. Folks, I want to thank you all for coming to this shindig. My Dad would be real pleased to see all sides put away their differences for an old fsahioned Osbourne throw down. I also want to thank each and every one of you for being very kind and non offensive as possible with my bastard half brother, Pledge Alligence. I know some of you , Matt, have problems with him, Chris. And not to single anyone out Tim, but you guys all hate him Eric. But me, me and Pledge have this....thing. Not much different than I have with Chris and eric, I beat them up time and again, but I don't take very kindly to other people beating them up. But, like I said earlier today and Chris just said before I got here, This week, i have a shot to finally shut up guys like Brian Adams and Paul Blair and win some CWF gold. While I know most of you will assume I am going to win, I am actually looking forward to this match. You know why? **Matt Osbourne yells from the back of the crowd "Because Osbourne's like to fight?" which gets a rise out of the crowd** NRO: Well, sure, I guess. But that's not why I want this match to happen so badly. It really isn't because of the gold, but that will satiate a painful yearning I have had for a very long time. But no, that isn't my desire. My desire is to break this kid. I have him on the edge now. He's been in therapy since I came into his life. I am ruining him. You see, t's what guys like Jimmy Blast, Mike Stewart, and Andrew Archer taught me, when these young bucks come up strong and fast, they get a sense of entitlement. They think becasue a great like Astro has an off week, they are all of a sudden the greatest thing since sliced bread. WRONG-O! Guys like me are around to bring you back down to reality and show you that eventually, your size only becomes a small factor in a match. When you face someone like Magnus Thunder, you have zero advantage at all. But against me, it is still a token to your side. But I make up for it. I make up for it with knowledge and know how. I knew what it would take last week with two other guys in the ring, and you can bet your big fat ass, I will know exaclty what it will take to get the job done this week. I am now in a very dangerous state of mind young man. I am now past the verge of pulling back. I want to make you bleed now. I want to make you pay your dues and see you take your lumps. If you come out of Vendetta with that title, you can bet your sweet white ass its not without permanent damaging scars that you will carry with you all the days of your life. So while you run from Scarletti's place to your therapist findng out that Mommt and daddy didn't love you enough, I am focusing. I am relaxing and resting my body after the hell we went through last week. And I am getting ready. Ready for you. Ready for my first CWF Title run. Ready to put you in your place. **The crowd gives a huge pop as Osbourne thanks everyone for their support and heads off to his camp site once more. He cranks up the stereo on the Airstream that has external speakers under the canopy. He puts it on Journey's hit track "Don't stop believin'" and starts a camp fire. As the fire blazes and the sun sets a crowd of Osbournes begins to gathr aruound it telling stories and roasting marshmallows. Rob steps into the middle of the group near the fire and seizes the chance for one last rant before his title match** NRO: Well Osbourne clan, tomorrow morning I have to hook that beauty of a trailer up to this beast of a machine and head down to Birmingham for Vendetta. So, tonight, tonight I want you all to party with me. I want you all to get drunk and stoned and sing all night long, cause it's a... **The entire family gets roused into a chorus of Hank Williams Jr.'s 'Family Tradition' as they wind down Rob continues to speak.** NRO: I want ya'll to know, I have about 20 comp tickets from Mark X for any of ya'll that wanna go down to Birmingham for this pay per view event. Ya'll just hollar at me when I get done rantin'. If you had held off, it is sold out, so you better come see, they'll go quick. Why? Because family likes to see family do well. That's why Pledge got to get his hand raised last week. With 20 of you all in the stands, you'll be right there with me to celebrate when I win. And if I lose, well, my whole family will be there with me to die together, because I'm here to tell ya'll right now, if I lose this match, it's because hell has frozen over and the devil himself has been freed from his thousand year prison and let loose on the earth to torment the souls of men. **One of the older men in the crowd shouts 'AMEN!' as Osbourne was getting fired up. ** NRO: Oh, i know I sound like Pastor Reed at Creekmont Baptist church talking about hellfire and brimstone, but I am here to say this now, the signs are upon us. Adams is the CWF World Champion. Pledge has a very good shot at winning that very title. And Jugs is the current National champion. Those three things are signs of the apocolypse. So if I were to lose, then well, we know the beast hs been unchained from his pit and may God have mercy on your souls. Watch out Jimmy Jugs. You are about to learn on a very personal level that Life is paiN. **The scene fades as Osbourne is cheered by his family and everyone starts drinking and somewhere a redneck runs backwards through a cornfield naked making the same shrill screams that will come from the gaping maw of Juggernaut at Vendetta. The party goes for hours, seeming to never end. Eventually most people either head back to their own campsites or they are passe dout in various places around the camp fire, which is now reduced to a pit of smoldering ashes. As the sun begins to rise The Nitemare gets up and starts hooking the Airstream to the H3. Just as he finishes he is approached by a CWF reporter...** Reporter: Mr. Osbourne, as you head down to Birmingham to face off against Jimmy 'The Juggernaut' Washington for the CWF National Championship, do you have any last thoughts? NRO: Actually, no. I don't much left to say to Mr. Wahsington. Nothing except shine up my belt. I honestly hope your therapist gets through to you. I hope she helps you to see that your well being is more important than some macho title. Some silly championship belt. Don't put your young, promising career at jeopardy. Don't risk it all. Why? Just to say you had a match with me and gave me everything you had....but it wasn't enough? Go boldly into the night Washington. No one will ever notice. All of the focus in your life is going to be centered around Scarletti's sick fascination with Sickboy. I was in the IoA with those two. It is not pretty what happens. It' been a good run kid, but it's time to give up the ghost. Sleep well. It's the last time you ever will. **The scene fades to black as Osbourne hops into the running H3 and slams the gas, spraying the reporter and the camera crew with mud. FTB.** |
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