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| {The scene opens to find The Nitemare stepping out of a sheik Jacksonville Beach Italian Restaraunt with his wife, Christina Danky. They decided to utilize the delay of Decadence due to terrorist threats to spend a little time getting aquainted with their new home. Rob, having travelled the world wrestling, but never "experiencing" any cities treasures except for Nashville and New York. Now in a sub tropical climate and feeling the greatest he has in his life, the 31 year old former world champion is in awe of the weather in mid October. 86 and breezy. Fary cry from 42 and blustery. What a difference a few hundred miles can make. Especially for the weed. After waiting for the valet to retrieve their black Cadillac Escalade, the happy couple and parents of four children enjoy the quiet night out alone. With Rob's schedule and her keeping up with the kids exracurricular's keeps them from having much downtime. Tonight Rob wants to take her to the ocean walk in Daytona, an hour away. Being back at the place they fell in love will do them both good. The kids are with Eric Badger, and they are not due back til the following evening. They jump on A1A and head south. The scene transitions to them checking in to their suite and the Osbourne Inc. subsidiary Sunny Shores Villas, a beach front condo unit. They immediately, extremely exhausted, hit the bed and pass out. At day break they awake and have "mommy daddy happy fun time" . Afterwards they pack a bowl and toke up, then head out to the beach to enjoy the quiet tranquility of a mid October day, 89 and breezy for the high. Christina jumps on her surf board and heads out to catch a wave. Rob oils up and relaxes his body into a Tai Chi position and begins to meditate. About two hours later his wife motions for him and shouts his name. He breaks his trance and pulls his hair back into a pony tail and heads out into the Atlantic waters. They wrestle around in the water then head back to their spot on the beach. She looks up at him as he he rubs her back with lotion and begins to speak...} |
| Christina: An hour for your thoughts.... Rob: Ah, it's nothing hun. Christina: Yeha, and Darren Dangerous's lard ass stands a snoballs chance in hell against the one man who can give even YOU a run for your money, Z-Pac. Rob: Yeah, i har ya. Pac is gonna fuck that dude up and about the only thing Dangerous left about him is gonna be his face. Yikes! Christina: Seriously babe, what's up? Rob (keeping his stare fixed on the waves): You know the answer to that Christina. It's this fucking tournament. Christina: You have got to be shitting me Rob, are you ALREADY doing it? Rob: Doing what? Christina: Doubting yourself. You do it every time you first go back. You talk shit for three or four weeks, but the first time you are main eventing a pay per view again, you get all wacked out. Rob: Yeah, I guess I kinda do. (Finally looking at his wife and managing a half smile.) Christina: Don't hurt yourself ass. Listen Rob, you know I can judge talent right, i mean, the AIW did take the IoA over, albeit for a brief period. But regardless, the guys on the same side of the bracket as you just don't stack up. Half of them are mid carders at best... Rob: Now that is a line I havent heard in a LOOOOOOONG time. Christina: Yeah? Rob: Mike Van Pro, March of 2001, when he broke kayfabe and screwed me over. Guess i got the upper hand in the end. I mean, when he came back to the ring, i owner him. I owned Z-Pac the last time around as well. I even took the Riverdragon's world title. None of the Boston Pops are a threat to me anymore. And Jesus H christ, let's discuss Jeff Jericho. He had to be a kiddie porn star. i mean, the man is still actively kcompeting , after his son, appearing to be at least in his mid to late 20's. Now unless Jeff Jericho Sr. is 40 or older, then he had a kid when he was 18 or under. (Rob directs his attention at the camera that is always on them and addresses his would be opponents as if they are in front of him, with a raw unadulterated passion and intensity) Now Jeff, we all make mistakes, accidents hapen, but regardless, its over old timer. You are officially over the hill. Dont be a Mike Stewert and come out here trying to compete and then wind up in traction the following day. Jericho the only man that you stand a chance of beating is the only man that can tell us how things were with Matheuzela, "The Personification of Greatness" Paul Blair. In the highly unlikely event that Jericho or Blair make it to face me on either side of the bracket, i will personally see to it that their families are notified if they go into cardiac arrest and die , or if they are likely to emerge bound to a nursing home, i will pay all the expenses, ecause i will cripple them. Don't say I didn't serve them notice. Sure the naysayers are going to say I'm no Spring Chicken myself. They are in fact right, but 31 is a helluva lot younger than 42. 10 years can take its toll on a body, especially one that has been abused the way Jericho's has been. Blair, well, his body has always been shite. But I'm sure all of my fans really want me to talk about the probable, shall we say potential sure bets. Possibility A) Chris Osbourne. Yes, I infact could end up facing my brother once again for a world championship in a PPV in October, then ladies and gentlemen, it would really be 1998 all over. The key difference this time would be my victory. My son made it perfectly clear to me that when that bell rings their is nothing else besides you and him and whose hand gets raised when the sound of the bell is heard again. I predict if I am to face my little brother then bet on me, regarless the odds. Their will be no spread on this, because my brother's mental state is to unstable to cover any number. And his unstability will be his downfall, again, oddly. Option B) Maniac. Oh my god how i have prayed for the day when this match could once more be a possibility again. I won the first, he won the second. This is the ice breaker. the winner of this one goes down as possibly the greatest professional wrestler of our generation, period. The kicker is this, Rothy is so cracked out tat To be honest, i don't know enough about these other guys yet to get inside their heads, but from what i have seen on the monitors in the back when they are in the ring, i dont have any major concerns. The only one I think that could even pose any type of real threat is Pete Ebdon, but not even he is a REAL threat. I tel you this right here right now CF, if any of these men in bracket 1 gets past The Nitemare, they will be crowned CWF world champion, and you can take that to the bank. I have plans i have the numbers in my favor. There is not one man in this tournament that I have faced before that I havent beaten, multiple times. I've beaten Maniac in tag matches, and the like, but we're 1-1 in singles matches. I've beaten Paul Blair at least 12395856124070 more times than he has beaten me, once. Freeway got ran over like he was the Freeway and I was the 18 wheeler. Razaeleon or whatever the fuck his name is was like the War with Iraq, it was hyped up and fizzled into a major dissapointment. I don't even now why this guy got put in. The rest of these no talent hacks are time fillers so the show runs the full time limits. Christina: Uhm, hey, asshole, what happened to "us" time? Rob: Sorry baby. You guys are gonna have to gt the fuck out of here now so's I don't fuck you up aight? |
| {Rob puts his hand over the camera lens and the scene goes to static. When the picture comes back on, two days have passed. Rob and Eric badger are aboard the plane, his wife is back at home in Baldwin, Florida with the kids. Eric is playing Star Wars Galaxies on Robs wireless notebook and is fighting a Krayt Dragon near Wayside on the Tarquinas server. He gets dizzy knock downed by the beast and is instantly incapped and killed.} |
| Eric Badger: Awe son of a bitch, i forgot to clone, shit, my armor is shot. Hey Rob, can I log on your jedi and kill this Krayt? Rob: Yeah, go ahead, but don't fuck around and get me killed by a Bounty hunter ass. ANd I keep whatever it drops. Eric: You suck. Rob: No, my young Padawan learner, you suck, thats why you need the one who is in tune with the Force to beat the Krayt. Eric: Oh god here we go, now you're gonna hit the saber aren't you? Rob: Ya know, now that you mention it, i do still have some of that stickiest of the icky i smoked with Rick James and T-Money at the BET awards right before the superfreak kicked the bucket. (Rob picks up a lightsaber water bong off of his desk and hits it hard coughing until he nealry pukes.) Rob: Clouded your path is. Always in motion is the future. Eric: Me and my big fucking mouth. Rob: What did the five fingers say to the face? Eric: What man? (As Rob speaks he smacks the shit out of Eric with an open handed bitch slap) Rob: SMACK! It's a celebration bitches! Eric: You need help. Rob: You're cold as Ice. Eric: Shut the fuck up dude. You need like rehab! Rob: Fuck some rehab. Rehab is for quitters!! Eric: No seriously, i know a guy in Colombus, Ohio that can supposedly cure your addictions in less than 8 hours. Rob: Bullshit. Flat out. Eric: No, seriously dude. Rob: impossible, know why? I have no addictions fool. I don't smoke weed because I'm addicted to it bitch! I smoke it because i like to get high! Shit! Eric: well man, i have to go to NA for my little nose problem. Can you take me and at least sit in man? Rob: Sure dude, and if you want me to prove you right, I'll even speak to them about it, ok? Eric: Word. (The plane lands and they take a taxi tot he NA meeting house. Eric introduces them all and asks Rob to speak.) Rob: Hello ladies and gentlemen, I'm Rob Osbourne, and I'm addicted to weed. Man in crowd #1: You in here, fo some marijuana? Rob: Uhm, yeah, see, my friend says I have a problem.... Man in crowd #2: I once sucked dick for coke man. You ever suck dick for pot? Rob: No, nope...I can definitely say i have not sucked dick for coke. Never sucked a dick, never thought about sucking a dick. You must have me confused with Tim Osbourne, see thats my cousin, and hes a big bone smoker. Yep, he eats cock steaks for all three meals a day. Yessir, he likes to ride the bone pony if ya know what i mean. Eric: Ok Rob, point taken man, these guys are sick, i snorted one line of coke and my mom sends me to rehab. Bitch. Rob: Eric, you are 24, and you let your mom ground you. Has all of your money went up your nose? Eric: Where does yours go Rob? Your life should be like the Cheech and Chong song dude. Up in SMoke, thats where your money goes.... Rob: NNNngggg......I made alot of money and invested over hald of it for my first five years in the business, by the time I signed my first BIG contract i was already a millionaire in the stock market. Wrestling pays for pot, Wall Street pays my bills. Eric: you seriously spend all of your wrestling money on pot? Rob: yeah, but i finally put my business savvy to use there to, i bought 15 acres of the Chiu Valley in Southeast Turzmekistan. Eric: uhm....ok. Rob: You uneducated stupid ass canuck. The Chiu Valley not only is the location of the most potent marijuana crops in the known world, but it is also 30 miles due west of the supposed location of the garden of eden and 50 miles due east of Mt. Ararat where Noah's Arc came ashore. Eric: Damn, what did ou do go to weed college? Shit. Rob: Funny. Im smoking the herb of God. His hand is my rear guard, and may He have mercy on the sould of Damien Blood and whoever else I may face at this PPV. May God have mercy on them all. {FTB} |