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| **The scene opens to find Rob Osbourne sitting at the end of a weight bench working out hard in his private gym within his compound in Isleworth in Windermere, Florida. He gazes out the window as he does another set of 20 reps on the nautilus machine. He stops to take a break and towel off. He swigs a long drink from a bottle of Perrier. As his cell phone rings he presses pause on the iPod docking station and answers his phone. After a brief conversation he hangs up and switches on the digital uplink to PWN studios to cut a promo...**
NRO: Hey there CWFers. I just got a very interesting call letting me know that my opponent at Night of Champions this week has just put his home up for sale and is seeking property elsewhere. It appears he has already accepted a new job in a very small independant promotion that will allow him to be home more with his family and not be on the road so much.... HOLD THE PHONE!!! I mean, the match DIDN'T ALREADY HAPPEN DID IT? I know I got pretty messed up the other night but I thought the match where he would be leaving town if he lost wasn't until this Saturday, am I right? It appears he knows I was right in my recent predictions and he isn't wasting anytime making the neccessary arrangements huh? Can you blame him CWF? Can you really blame the former champ for tucking tail and running. He may show up Saturday, but there will be no fight left in this sorry excuse for a CWF roster member. This soon to be former CWF roster member. I tell you what Jugs, I like you kid. I respect the fact that you have tussled with me on more than one occasion and never have you come out the victor yet. 0-3 man, that's tough to argue against. If I were facing me after losing 3 times, I would assume I was going to lose agian as well. Honestly, I mean, what could you do differently this time that didn't work the 3 prior times? Your size is not an issue. You are not faster, you may be stronger but you know what, so was Donovan Torigianni. You remember him from the IoA don't you? Him and his brother Vincent were the tag team champions as the team Degradation when your old pal Chemical X was getting beat up by Sickboy. He was stronger AND faster AND bigger than me. I beat him the way I beat you before, and the way I will beat you again. You know how I do it Jughead? I'm smarter. Not to sound like a broken record pal, but I know what you will do before you do it, and I am already thinking of a way to counter you before you go for your move! You know you cannot compete with that, and so you have put your house up on the market, you have signed a new contract elsewhere and if you show up at Night of Champions, it will be merely a formality. I knwo it, you know it, Xamin knows it, and the CWF fans out there know it. So I think it only fitting of me to look forward more to the week after. Will I face Sickboy or Paul Blair? While Blair is the better overall wrestler, Sickboy will most likely get the "W" at Night of Champions. Then, then he gets to find out what sick really means. Not that I haven't beaten you before Sickboy. Your memory may not be as clear as it should be, and maybe you are a genetically inferior. My mind is as sharp as a tack, and my memory like a photograph burned into my mind. My very first match in the IoA was against you. I destroyed you. I didn't just beat you, I tore you limb from limb. And we all saw what I did to Blair this past week, and a few months ago as well as every time I have ever beaten him. So what is next for The Nitemare after he readily disposes of the pretenders who get their contractually bound title shot opportunities over the next two weeks? I think that is pretty obvious CWF fans. It's time for me and Pledge to finally put an End to this.....this 'Thing' that we have. Like he said himself to his old lady, it's going to get nasty, and ugly, and people are going to get hurt along the way. People will be embarassed through no fault of their own, other than being involved with our lives in some way shape or form. Phillip...enjoy this "feud" with Brian Adams. I won't touch you or Adams this week, just as we agreed. Enjoy your week. It's all you get. **Osbourne switches off the uplink and continues his workout. As he completes his strict regiment nearly 2 hours later, his phone rings once more and he realizes it is time to stop working out for the day. He takes the call. Another informant giving him update on CWF roster member activities as the Night of Champions event looms on the horizon. Osbourne thanks the caller for contacing him on such short notice and thanks him again and hangs up. He hops in the shower only to emerge 30 minutes later in a pair of dark grey Paul Fredrick trousers and a CWF Life is paiN black shirt topped off with a pair of Nunn Bush black loafers, sockless and his trademark purple Oakley frogskins. His hair is pulled back in a pony tail and he has a very annoying bluetooth ear piece he clips on as he heads to the 2007 Maseratti Quttroporte. He hops in and drives only around the Isleworth complex to the other side of the lake. As he pulls in the driveway of the house that the rear of faces of his faces, Dwight Howard of the Orlando Magic walks out of the garage in a pair of black knee length shorts and his own jersey with a Life is paiN visor from the CWF Shopzone on backwards and upside down.** DH: Robbie Rob! What up dog?! NRO: I can't call it kid. Damned good game the other night. A little Nitemare there taunting the cleveland bench in the third quarter by the way. christina and I were in her box. Well, I was in her box, she was in her suite - BOO YA! The door was locked. It was hot....oh my god was it hot. DH: You liked how I worked the stick on em then right? Yo, I was so thinin bout you when I was doin it, I even looked up but didn't see ya'll...kinda wish i would have...Mz. Danky's hot man! NRO: Whoa Superman, back up before I launch some kryptonite on that ass. Listen man, I appreciate you working out with me. I know you wrestled from age 5 in the Police Athletic League and were a stand out through High School and could have taken a wrestling scholarship if you had wanted it. You were the most dominant Heavyweight in the ATL when you were at Southwest Atlanta Christian Academy. I hope Van Gundy doesn't find out you are wrestling with me the day before a conference final playoff game... DH: Man, fuck Stan Van Gundy! And to hell with the Cleveland Cavaliers. We own there asses. Van Gundy is done in O-town. I'm telling Otis it's him or me at the end of the playoffs REGARDLESS of what we do. NRO: Whoa big D. You never curse like that...what's going on man? DH: I just been watching you Rob man. I see how you handle your business. I never went to college, so I didn't learn how to deal with the politics of this stuff. I just played the game. It takes more than that. I didn't know why those commentators would say I was a creme puff and I still hadn't found my game. ow I know what they mean...that I wasn't mean. Not at all. I gotta get mean. And if that happens to involve me taking this sorry ass excuse for a coach we have to task, then so be it. We shouldn't have had to go to seven with Boston. We should be up three to none on Cleveland now, but all because of Van Gundy ME and Turk and Rashard have to pull us back out of a hole and take over the game plan and not run Stan's busted ass tired ass plays. That's why we won by ten and that's why I was fired up. It's fun to break the rules. NRO: Word son. Let's go practice. **Osbourne and Howard head into Howard's opulent home and the scene fades to black.** |
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