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| **The scene opens to find "The Nitemare" Rob Osbourne leaving the arena after Showdown. Osbourne is on his phone finishing a conversation with his son who headed off with his cousins earlier tonight after the run-in with Drastic a.k.a. Brian Osbourne. Rob hangs up the phone and in anger and drops the Italian sports car into third gear as he hits the Interstate. As time passes on his drive from the arena to the airport he ponders the week aheads events. He pulls his Maseratti directly onto his plane which is taxiing the runway. As he shuts the engie off on the car and engages the parking brake the plane lifts off. He walks into the main cabin detached from the cargo bay. He takes off his leather jacket and tosses it onto the sofa. As he turns the water on in the bath tub in the master bathroom, he boots up his laptop and logs in and checks his e-mail. Musing at the contents he shuts down the machine and heads into the bath. An hour later he emerges and takes a seat on the edge of the bed, flipping on his uplink to PWN.** |
| NRO: Well, I guess the world is on the edge huh? I mean, I told you people two weeks ago, I'll preach it from the mountaintops again...the world is ending. Brian Adams retained the World Heavyweight Championship at Vendetta aganst my brother Pledge Alligence in one of the most controversial outcomes of the night. But not the most.
No no, that award would go to yours truly. But like I said at Showdown before I was so rudely interrupted by a certain relative, it doesn't matter how I beat you Jugs. I beat you. And if you think I will have any problem beating you again, and doing the CWF a favor and ridding it of your unimportant ass? I look forward to it, and intend to ask Xamin for a bonus for raising the ratings. There's only room for one seven foot five inch Goliath in the CWF and his name Is Magnus Thunder. But onto matters at hand. This week it is time to just find out once and for all, with no championships on the line. No number one contendorship on the line. No penultimate driving factor other than to be the best. Period. This week Brian Adams...Mr. Self-Proclaimed "Flawless One" it will be time to beat each other up. Time to finally....FINALLY...for the sake of nothing but pride and locker room bragging rights...it is finally time for you and me to find out which Heel is the Super Heel. Oh Brian....oh the places we will go. The CWF Fans aren't stupid. They know there are good guys and there are bad guys. There are also guys that walk the line and dont lean either way. Then there are baby faces and super heels. Me, Adams, we're both super heels. Now it's time to find out which one of is the Uber Heel. Which is more deviant....sicker....more willing to push the limits? Which one of us wants to brag and boast just a little bit more? Which one of us wants to risk our livlihoods and health just a few short weeks before we both defend our titles in what will prove to both be difficult matches for us? Why would we do this when we could just coast into Night Of Champions and defend our titles being near 100%? Why would we take the risk? Because that's what makes us us and the rest of you who you are. You see, I know how very real and very inevitable it is that one day I will pass the torch of being the Uber Heel. Just as Tony Mullins passed it on to Jimmy Blast, and Jimmy Blast on to me. Adams...you're alot like me. I know that if there is to be a succesor to the greatness I am, then one day that could be you. But now is not that time. And you may not be the only one soon to be able to claim that mantle. Can you seize this opportunity while you have it? Can you keep my shoulders down for a three count? I don't think you can. Why do I say that? What would lead me to believe that at my age, and the miles this body has on it, why do i think for even one second that I can defeat you so very confidently? Because like the great CWF Hall of Famer "Beautiful" Bobby Crane always says...I'm just plain better than you. Don't take it personally Adams. All who stand in my path fall eventually. I have not been beaten yet in my return to the CWF. There aren't many more CWF "Legends" left for me to debunk. Sure, I may not have won the four way match at Showdown a few weeks back on the record books, but everyone that watched that match knew I handed it to Pledge for the win. I did it to get inside your head Brian. I controlled that match just like I control your destiny, because you see Brian Adams.... Mr. Flawless One...what you fail to realize is that even in losing to me, you will be gaining an advantage on Pledge. If you ask our American Icon, he will tell you that his most crushing defeats have come at my hand. He has taken me the distance on more than one occasion, but more often than not, I prevail. Do you want to be able to hold onto that strap through the three levels of hell you have to be ready for at Night of Champions kid? You see, this truly does prepare you for facing Pledge more than you could ever know. I fully intend to come out of Showdown next week with permanent scars, as will you, no doubt about that. You can take that to the bank. But even when you have to look up through the crimson mask i will embrace you with, to finally spill your blood as an offering....think of it like spilling a forty for your homies back in the PA pat'nah. You will look up and see my hand being raised. It is inevitable. But when that moment happens Brian...oh Brian....you will thank me. You will be a better man for it. A better wrestler. A better heel. You will know what it is like to be outdone. Oh Brian...the places we will go. The pain we will share. It will be like nothing you've been through. I am SO looking forward to it pal! This is a pre-test of what will come should you embrace fully the power of the dark side of the force. I can FEEL your anger....it makes you stronger. Gives you focus. Yes, when I take you to the limits of both mind and body Brian, you will know the true nature of the dark side. And then you can take your place beside me as my apprentice...or you can die.... |
| **Osbourne gets up and switches off the uplink. As the plane touches down at OIA and taxiis the runway Osbourne gets in the Maseratti and starts backing down the hangar bay door as it opens...twenty minutes later he is pulling into the garage of his estate at Isleworth in Windermere, Florida. As he gets out of the car and walks in the kitchen the house phone is rinigng and no one appears to be home but Rob. He grabs the phone....** |
| NRO: Hello?
VOICE: Rob Osbourne? NRO: Whose this? VOICE: Rob, it's Sol Rosenberg....I wanted to ask you a few questions, but I absolutely refuse to come near you because I fear for my own safety. Do you have a moment? NRO: Sure man, but you have to tell me, how do you have my home number? Xamin doesn't have my home number.... VOICE: Oh sure, I got it from your lovely wife. She sure is a big fan of mine. I have an appointment with her to do a series of my greatest calls. One of which will be when you lost the MWWF World Title to Maniac. NRO: Ya know sol...it;s a good damned thing you aren't here right now, or your head would hurt REAL bad. VOICE: I know smart ass, that's why your wife suggested I call you at home because she said you would do an interview over the phone without being able to hurt me. Oh god i hate it when you hurt me. Oh...she also said we might think about including the time I called the match when your brother beat you at your own Pay Per View event Badd Dreams.....and how you still claim to this day that you let him win because it was your father's dying wish. Which we all know is mularkey, and your brother was guided by your father's spirit to humble you. NRO: Wow....that's....deep Sol. You take the last 10 years contemplating that pal? VOICE: Yes, in fact I have. Sad i know. But as miserable as it may be, mine is at least a bearable existance. Unlike this Drastic fellow. How exactly is he related to you Mr. Osbourne? NRO: Uh-uh-uh not that easy skippy. I am not at liberty to say. I can tell you I actually slipped up in anger and called the punk by his bastard name to get in his head. I have been asked by my own mother to keep my damned mouth shut about him and the rest of my family until the time is right. VOICE: What does that mean? The REST of your family? NRO: Sol, you are encourgable you know. You sure don't give up. I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT IT SO DON'T ASK ME!!!!! VOICE: Okay, okay, you don't have to shout about it! Let me ask you about something else then. Let me ask you about the match you have with Brian adams. Why are dyou doing this? Your wife agreed with me that she doesn't think this match should take place. Nothing can be gained from it. All either of you are going to do is lower your chances for success at retaining your titles at Night of Champions.... NRO: Well, you know when i was 16 years old....just a Junior in High School back in Antioch, Tennessee my wrestling coach, Bob Smiley said to me "You want to be the best you have to push yourself. You have to get up a little earlier, and you have to stay up a little later. you have to sacrifice more if you want to achieve more. No matter how long you drill, someone else somewhere is drilling just a little bit longer. No matter how much you work out, someone somewhere is working out just a little bit harder. How bad do you want it?" and you know, I recently found myself telling this same old saying to my own kid recently right before he captured his first Indy fed title. VOICE: So are you that man for Adams or is he that man for you? NRO: Both I think Solly. He pisses me off but he is for the time being, the measuring stick with that world title around hsi waist. That's typically the thing you see around my waist. The National title will do for now, and if you think there is a snowball's chance in hell of Jugs winning this belt back from me you are sadly mistaken. But eventually, the World tuitle is my goal. If Adams proves he can't cut the mustard next Saturday, it will only be a matter of time before it's my time to shine brighter. Just like I always do. |
| **Rob hangs up the phone and walks into his office. He sits down at his desk and goes through the stack of mail his wife has left on his desk. Bill for damage done to the CWF ring and equipment from a few weeks back, Bill for Sol Rosenberg's medical bills, and a Bill for Brian Osbourne's therapist, which he immediately tosses in the shredder. He logs onto his pc and checks his e-mail again and finally receives what he was waiting for. As he double clicks the subject line in the inbox the image fills our screens as well. ** |
| From: Mark Xamin <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Your son To: Rob Osbourne <[email protected]> Received: Sunday, May 3rd, 2009, 9:08 A.M. Rob, I wanted to thank you for the opportunity to meet your son last month. We are all looking forward to the big day. He has already gotten all of the paperwork out of the way, and Winters has helped him co-ordiante with Mid Florida Wrestling Association. In fact, he even suggested us taking a look at a few of the other kids they have coming up down there. We are hoping for big things from him and I am very happy to have him. As for your match with Brian Adams this week, I want you to know that I am totally against this match. It serves no purpose for our current storylines or angles. All it does is jeopardize my top two guys. But...you s.o.b. I do owe you and when you are right you ARE right...this match will draw the ratings boost we need to be able to pick up an extra sponsor or two. Just try not to maim each other. I need the ratings to be better for NoC2. Regards, Mark Xamin |
| **Osbourne closes the e-mail and heads to the kitchen and grabs a heineken and pops the top . He smiles as he notices a family picture on the wall with about 23 people in it. Near the front is himself, his wife Christina and his son Rob Jr., as the scene fades to black** |
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