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| **The scene opens to find Rob Osbourne pulling his new 2010 Mustang Shelby GT500 into the garage of his Cocoa Beach, Florida beach front home. He pushes the remote that closes the garage door as he pulls the emergency brake into place. He walks inside the very arid and open home and immediately flips on the 96" plasma to PWN. There before him is a likefsize digital version of Sickboy blabbering on about Osbourne. The Nitemare listens intently, grinning from time to time, as he realzies Wilkes is so off base in his assesment it's borderline funny. As the promo ends and Osbourne walks up to the TV to hit the power button he notices the wireless guitars for his Rockband set are out of place and the case to the game is open and on top of the X-Box console. He walks into one of the extra rooms and finds his son, Bob Osbourne, asleep on the bed. The National Champion flashes the light off and on like a strobe and yells at the kid**
NRO: DROP YOUR COCK AND GRAB YOUR SOCKS SONNY JIM! We got training to do boy. Bob: ......wha....the...dad? NRO: Don't you think it would be a good idea just to check with me and see if it's okay for you to crash here? Bob: No. I have keys. This is MY room dad. Duh! NRO: Oh...yeah. I guess I forgot about it with you being on the road and Christina and I staying at the house in Isleworth. So, you were on the X-Box and didn't put the guitars away? Nice to see you still haven't grown all the way up yet kiddo. Bob: Oh, about that. I beat your score on Afterlife. Of course, I was playing it with three fingers on hard, and you play on medium...but I beat the score nevertheless. NRO: Good job. Listen skippy, seeing as how we both have matches this week and we are both here, let's go work out together kid. Bob: Do we really have to do that? NRO: Come on, indulge me, it's only my lifelong dream smart ass, you can't begrudge me this one time? Bob: What the hell.....let's bond. NRO: Eeeeeewwwwww! Bob: Not that....nevermind. You do have issues. Are you sure you're my father? NRO: Are you the best looking rookie in the CWF? Do you have a certain something something in the ring that let's you always find a way to win? Bob: Of course. NRO: Then that sums it up. But then again there is the whole video of me bagnin' your mom if ya want more substantial proof. Bob: N O T N E C C E S S A R Y ! ! ! ! ! NRO: No, i didn't think it would be, let's go hit the gym then. We can go in my new 'Stang. Bob: You already got rid of Damon's Maseratti? NRO: I hated that car and I hate Johnny Damon. But not as much as I hate Sickboy. Bob: Did you see his promo? NRO: Yeah, i just watched it. Bob: For a guy who knows so much about you he knows nothing about YOU. NRO: See, now why can't he figure that out? I was saying the same damn thing earlier to myself. You are getting a solid handle on this business there tommy tough guy, we just got to get you ready for what happens in the ring. You got the shit talking down. That part you have always been a natural at. Bob: (rolls eyes) Why do I have the feeling I'm about to get the speech about the velocity of a mans fall times the mass of his weight versus the distance from your body .....what are your options? NRO: Precisely. Bob: But dad, I mastered that stupid ass drill when I was 15. I'm about as worried about Mary Lou Rodriguez Gonzalez Hernandez Fernandez as you are of Sickboy. And about Sickboy....I seriously can't get the image from Van Wilder out of my head everytime I hear his name. I just see this skinny little geek with a giant growth on his neck. NRO: That character was based on Wilkes ya know? Yessir, that was the same guy, you didn't know that? Bob: Really?!?!? NRO: Yep, but that was when he was much younger. Then that thing on his neck, it hatched.....and Emma came out of it. Then he married it and now "she" is his wife. Bob: You are so wrong, you know that? NRO: What? Im serious. It's science. She's an alien that was implanted on his flesh, took on a template of human DNA and is perfectly compatible with Wilkes in every way. Bob: Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. **They head out of the house and hop in the Mustang and Rob Sr. peels out and they head to the training complex Rob has set-up in a warehouse near the beach a mile and a half away. They head in practice combos and several other moves and then Rob's phone rings. He glances at the ID and decides to take the call.** NRO: What's poppin? Caller: It's a go. It has to happen. Is Junior on board? NRO: Well, hold on let me just check with him. **Osbourne calls his son over and asks him a few quick questions and Rob Jr. agrees and heads back over to the ring area** NRO: Sure thing bro, we're all over it. Caller: What about BJ? NRO: I don't have a clue where the hell he went man. When Chris scared him off he could have gone anywhere. I have a couple of people checking for leads, but nothing has turned up. If he does, he'll make his choice Caller: We may make magic against each other, but together we will be unstoppable. NRO: Word. **Osbourne hangs up the phone and heads back to the ring to talk to his son.** NRO: So this is really going to happen. We aren't sure if your cousin is in or not. We can't find him. Bob: While I said what I said, I want to know why you are doing this? NRO: Well, it's complicated kid. Adams, Daniels, Jericho and the Black Mask are calling themselves by some lame ass shit liek Shock Value or something. Bob: Wait a minute, that whole scenario makes no sense for Daniels and Jericho. I know you don't like him dad, but Daniels is Main event material, and Jericho is like you dad, he's a friggin' legend. Why would they take the shadow of Adams and eliminate themselves as World title contenders? NRO: They are being played like marionettes my boy. Adams has aligned himself with the only other two guys that may be able to beat him for his title. He has man handled Magnus and your Uncle Phil. Multiple times a piece. I beat him but i have a title and I ain't worried about going after his quite yet. So aside from me, who the hell is going to really pose a threat to Adams for the time being, Lunatic? Motion? Please. The remnants on the New chruch are improving but they ain't Main Event material. You nailed it right on the head kid. Adams' move is a power ploy to protect himself. Bob: So we counter that with what we are putting together? NRO: Exactly. Osbourne style. Now get your ass in gear, let's see that Mind Wipe. **Osbourne and his kid get in the ring and the younger Osbourne shows his dad his finisher. They drill through severla other moves and scenarios. Hours later they emerge, showered and in clean clothes. They head back to Rob's beach house and when they get there, Junior hops on his Harley that Rob had not noticed on the side of the house eaerlier. Rob heads inside and flips on his digital uplink to PWN and cuts his latest promo** NRO: So let me get this straight Wilkes. You think I am still clamoring for the spotlight after all these years? Hardly. It just always seems to fall on me pal. I don't seek it out, but it finds me. I cannot go at this thing we do half assed like Paul Blair or Chemical X. I have to be the best. And i am. My record in this promotion proves that. I have never been pinned in a CWF ring. Like I asked you before Wilkes, and you prove my point by failing to answer it....WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU CAN DO ANY BETTER? You nearly killed yourself against Paul Fucking Blair man! The guy's in his 70's at least and he took you to task. He can't even read a card right these days, with his galucoma he thought he was in a four way battle royal. This is the kind of senile old fool you can barely beat? Seriosuly man. No one will think any less of you if you just don't show up Saturday. You and i both know it isn't going to do your future with Emma and good if it is spent in a wheel chair, and you are on the edge of making me hurt you Wilkes. I have tried to be the bigger man and chalk up your stupid comments this week to your pain and mind set and the pressure you must be under to perform. You keep it up though smart mouth, and I'll make that hopsital a permanent part of your life. But enough about Sickboy and his impending inevitable fate. Let's talk about Shock Value. Let's talk about The Black Mask. I have to admit i have been more excited about this situation than I have been about anything else that has been going on in the CWF recently. It has my mind reeling trying to solve the sytery of the identity of the Black mask. Is it MVP? Z-PAC? Triple X? Steve Dart? Are we going to see the Maniac come out of retirement to reunite Executive Control? Is it my own brother Chris? There are allot of men out there that hate me and Pledge both, but only a handful with the sac to do anything about it. Speaking of sac. It appears my brother Pledge has finally lost his. He seems to be taking his ball and going home. I am going to do everything in my power to change his mind, but the time may have come for his CWF days to end. Hopefully what I have planned will keep me from being axed in his absence, if an absence even takes place. Guess we have several things to take care of at Showdown this week. Disposing of Cutis Wilkes just happens to be the easiest of them all. **Osbourne flips off the digital uplink and heads into the small office he has in the beach house. He turns on the PC and checks his email. He gets a message from a very VERY old contact. He reads it and his mouth drops open as he finishes the letter. He immediately flushes white and prints it out. He reads it again in hard copy not believeing his eyes. He hits forward and prepares to send a copy of the message to his brother Phil and his son Bob.** To: [email protected] CC: [email protected] Hey...I just thought you two would both find this interesting. Either someone is going through some very expensive means to fuck with me, or Blast, Hotshot and Ulv are all getting ring attire produced. Coincidences? -Rob ----- Original Message ----- From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Sent: Tuesday, June 02, 2009 4:58 PM Subject: Status Report Mr. Osbourne, I have held on to your contact information for several years now. You had made me an offer tendering me $1000.00 back in 1998 to contact you if I ever had contact with a handful of men you were looking for. Well, it so happens that has recently happened. As you know, I have been the premiere manufacturer of custom ring attire for professional wrestlers for decades. I was recently commissioned for a handful of different things that raised red flags in my computer system that prompted me to contact you. I was recently requisitioned to produce a male size XX-Large slevveless black leather vest with a giant Mustang head on it embroidered with genuine diamonds and the Letters JJB beneath it. I was also, the same day, asked to craft a waist long cloak with a graphic of a plate with a stick of butter and a knife slicing through it melting it on contact. The next morning I was asked to make a cape of a light sky blue color and the word The Radiant One! embroidered on the back. You aksed me to let you know if I was ever asked to make anything fitting those descriptions, so I am. I expect you to make good on your word and award my company the manufacturing rights to your merchandise production. Forever in your service, EZ Money CEO EZtights.com http://www.eztights.com/mainpage3.html **Osbourne hits send and shuts off his PC. 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