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| **The scene opens to find Rob Osbourne stretched out on a sofa aboard his private jet as it heads back to Orlando, Florida following Saturday Night Showdown. He has his leg propped up and his ribs are bandaged tightly. He has no shirt on, as the irritation on the third degree burns on his back from the coffee Daniels threw on him is causing an immense amount of pain. He reaches over and grabs the half empty bottle of Heineken on the table by the sofa. He takes a long draw on the familiar green bottle and flips on the flat panel on the wall to PWN. The Saturday Evening commentary by Ira Huffingpaint has just aired and they are scrolling the upcoming bookings for promotions around the world. The CWF Saturday Night Showdown bookings for next week air and Osbourne sits up very quickly, grabbing his ribs as he does.**
NRO: Well I�ll be a son-of-a-bitch! My boy gets a shot at a title, Magnus gets to rip my baby brother a new ass, and me and Pledge get to beat-up on Shock Value � it�s gonna be a good week! **Just then the pilot notifies Osbourne that they are about to land at Orlando International Airport. As the plane touches down, Osbourne reluctantly pulls a loose fitting Life is paiN t-shirt on over his bruised, burnt, and bandaged body. He limps towards the opening to the cargo bay where his new 2010 Ford Mustang Shelby GT500 is parked. He slowly gets into the vehicle and fires up the engine. The gangway starts to lower and Osbourne rocks the machine into reverse and rolls out of the plane, kicking it into first and zigzagging across the tarmac and out of the parking lot and onto I-4. 30 minutes later he pulls up in front of his estate in Iselworth. He pulls the car into the garage and heads inside, collapsing into the oversized leather recliner in his office. As he glances at the clock on his desk it reads 3:15 A.M. He nods off and when he opens his eyes again, the clock reads 6:48 P.M. He frantically jerks up, momentarily forgetting the injuries he suffered the day before, which make it a point to remind him with the streaking hot pain shooting through his body. He grabs his cell and dials his wife�s number** NRO: Hey babe. It�s me. I got back around 3 this morning but passed out in the chair. I don�t know if you got to see the show, but I took a few rough shots. I passed out and didn�t wake up till just now. I�m gonna hop in the shower and then head to Daytona. See you in a bit. Love me. **He hangs up and heads for the shower. Nearly an hour later he emerges a refreshed Rob Osbourne, with barely a hint of noticeable pain showing through. He heads out to the garage and as he is about to open the door to his Shelby he sees the 1953 Harley Davidson Pan Head Bobber that he hasn�t been on in years. It still has the tags on it from when it was loaded on a cargo plane with most of his other larger possessions when he and Christina moved from Nashville to Windermere. He shuts the door to the Mustang and walks over to the beautiful vintage chopper and climbs on. He opens the garage door and let�s the bike roll down the driveway. He shuts the door and kicks the engine over. The familiar rumble of the engine forces a smile on his face as he pulls away. Hours pass and we see the bike pull into the parking lot of PWN Studios in Daytona Beach, Florida. Rob parks the bike and heads inside. He takes the elevator to his wife�s floor and walks into her office. She motions for him to sit down as she finishes up a call.** Christina Danky: You really have to stop putting yourself through this Rob. You aren�t a kid anymore, regardless of how you act. One of these times you are going to get hurt bad. NRO: I love you too dollface. Every time I go back, you say that. I almost think you WANT me to get hurt. If I didn�t know better I�d say you want me to retire permanently. Christina Danky: Well that doesn�t take a fucking rocket scientist to figure out. I�d much rather have you home in bed with me every night. Ira would love to have you join him on his show as a co-host. You have nothing left to prove to the fans Rob. You have done everything there is to do in the wrestling business. You have climbed every mountain and beat everyone the world has tossed in front of you. For Christ�s sakes Rob, your SON is in the same fed as you now. You have to realize the end is near. NRO: See, that�s where you�re wrong sweet tits. I DO have something left to prove to the fans�.and to myself. I have NOT won the CWF World Heavyweight Championship. I have NOT made into the CWF or the Pro Wrestling Hall of Fame. When those two happen then we can have this redundant conversation again. Besides, you may enjoy having me in bed every night, but you REALLY enjoy when I come back from a road trip. You can�t get enough of me. If I were home every night, you may get bored. Christina Danky: Hardly tiger. I understand your point, and I told you before I ever married you that I would not come between you and your career. I will support you every step of the way, but you have to be more careful. Those burns on your back could leave scars Rob. NRO: But chicks dig scars�.. Christina Danky: Well THIS chick doesn�t dig scars and I�m the only chick that had best be digging you if you know what�s good for you!!! NRO: Is someone JEALOUS? Christina Danky: Not at all. I do however require you to make a few �executive decisions� and I want you pretty bad right now�we can even break my rule and get my desk sticky�. NRO: WOO-HOO!!!! **The scene goes to static as Osbourne and his wife have Mommy Daddy Happy Fun Time in her office. Hours later the static clears and Osbourne heads out of the office and back to the parking lot. He hops on the chopper and heads for Webber�s Steak House on South Ridgewood, three blocks off of the beach. As he parks his chopper and heads inside the biker bar a chorus of cheers greets him. He takes a seat in his usual booth near the back and orders a Heineken. The bartender, a large bald biker named Big Nate comes over and slides into the booth across from The Nitemare.** Big Nate: Robbie! Mr. Nitemare if you�re nasty! That was a BEAUTIFUL match with Sickboy. Damn you took some damage in that one didn�t ya? And what was with the clown Daniels jumping you in the back? NRO: Nate, you know how I roll, I bleed just like everyone else. I think we showed Daniels what fucking time it was later in the show. I hear he�s begging Xamin for a shot at me at Summer Smash. Big Nate: Oh yeah? You gonna accept? NRO: Is Paul Blair a jobber? Is Trent Davidson a closet homosexual? Does Magnus Thunder sleep with a night-light? Big Nate: So that�s a resounding �hell yes� then? NRO: Hell yes. Big Nate: I gotta ask though, what the fuck was up with your brother Chris showing up and Badd Dreaming you and locking in the Day Dream on you? NRO: Chris has his issues. Everyone knows that. I think he�s pissed that his kid likes me more than he does him. I also think he may be envious of BJ. He does have more talent at his age than Chris had in his prime. Big Nate: Well, the same could be said for Rob Jr. right? Speaking of Robbie, I haven�t seen him in person in 3 years man. You need to bring the kid by sometime. He looked great against Fernandez by the way. NRO: Yes he did, and yes, I will admit, I wasn�t that good at 18 years old. But then again, I didn�t have me as a father. Big Nate: HEY! You don�t knock Papa Joe when you�re here Rob. He�s a God to Mr. Webber. NRO: WHOA! Down Nate�I would never disrespect my old man. But you have to admit, for as good as he was in his day, compared to me, my old man would be a mid-carder at best. Maybe Bob will be able to say the same thing 18 years from now. Who knows? Big Nate: So what do you think the kids� chances are in that Unified Title match this week? NRO: That�s a burning question for me right now Nate. I honestly don�t know. It may have taken all three of his finishers, but he did hand Fernandez his ass last night. I don�t see Motion and Ruettiger being able to look past each other to go far in that match. I know if anyone had even had the notion of threatening Bob�s mother the night she told me she was pregnant I wouldn�t have given two shits about a match or titles or anything. I would be out for blood. Expect Rudy to be all over Motion like stink on shit. That leaves The Raving Lunatic. Bobby�s gonna have to bring his A-Game, but he CAN beat that clown, trust me when I tell you that. He just needs to be like his old man in that situation and keep his head on a swivel and be smart. 5 guys will be in the ring at once. Someone is either going to have a breather or someone will be getting doubled up on. Big Nate: I can�t fuckin� wait man! We�re having penny beer night and ten-cent wings the night of, and showing the event on the big screen. Would sure be nice if you could bring the kid by when you get back from it. NRO: You know what Nate? I just might do that. I�m famished man, do you mind? **Nate steps away as the waitress sets down the 22-ounce porterhouse and baked potato down on the table. Rob consumes the steak and potato rather quickly then signs a few autographs before heading back. He fires up the Harley in the cool night ocean breeze and decides to crash at his Cocoa Beach Beach House. He throttles the bike and shoots down A-1A. Hours later he arrives at hi beach house and heads inside. When he opens the front door he is shocked to see his son in a pair of swimming trunks and no shirt, sprawled across the couch playing CWF Showdown on X-Box 360. Rob kicks his boots off, pulls the shirt off very slowly and settles down onto the couch beside his kid.** BOB: Damn pop, those look like they hurt. NRO: Yeah�they do. Listen kid, we gotta talk about this match you have next week�. BOB: No worries old man. I�m creating myself right now. I already made Fernandez and Rudy. Motion and Lunatic are on the game. But, they�re still in the New Church with Khrist on the game. NRO: First of all, it�s a game. You can�t base anything on a game with what�s going to really go down in that ring. Second of all, even if you COULD base a real match on a game, those guys both sucked pretty hard when they were in the New Church. Not that they are much better now mind you, they are leaps and bounds from what they were when that game came out. Am I even on that one? BOB: Actually, no, but if you have X-Box live you can download you, Daniels, and Jericho. You can also get Chemical X. Don�t know why�d you want him though. NRO: WAIT JUST A DAMNED MINUTE!!!!! BOB: Dad�..Chemical X is not the black mask. NRO: How do YOU know? BOB: Well�..I do have your genius mind. Think about it, why would Adams, Jericho, and Daniels align themselves with Chemical X? Aside from hating your guts, what does he have in common with them? NRO: Common enemies make for interesting bedfellows my boy! BOB: Yeah, well, curtain jerkers don�t hang with main eventers. Isn�t that what you always taught me? NRO: Yeah�but look at in your case. BOB: But I�m your son, it IS a little different. After I win the Unified Championship next week I'll be past the curtain jerking phase.. NRO: Speaking of jerking, does that mean you won�t need the Wing House calendar anymore then? BOB: �piss off old man NRO: That's my boy. So did you download me already? BOB: For sure. Let me finish my entrance and you can play it. NRO: Sweet! **Osbourne and son set the match up and the computer takes over. Bob eliminates Fernandez. Lunatic double clotheslines Ruettiger and Motion over the top rope, eliminating both of them. The computer controlled Bob and Lunatic battle for nearly 20 more minutes before Lunatic pulls out the win.** BOB: Yeah right. Like he�d kick out of a Mind Wipe, a Badd Dream, and a Black Out. Pfft. NRO: Well, your C.A.W. is low on points and Lunatic is an included character that has decent stats pre-built. Don�t sweat it. Let�s do the same thing but as a tag match with me and Pledge against Adams and Daniels!! BOB: Why bother? We know how that one will end. Jericho and the Black Mask will show up and there will be some type of screw job ending. It IS Shock Value after all, and screw job endings are the way they roll. NRO: So you�re betting against me huh? Shame on you tommy tough guy. Though you probably are right. None of them know how to finish a match on their own. BOB: Dad, the same could be said for you. NRO: You shut your dirty mouth! BOB: Ha ha! We still supposed to have that meeting at your place in Windermere with Pledge and BJ? NRO: Indeed we are. I�m waiting for Pledge to e-mail me and confirm the day and time. Have you heard from or seen BJ at all since the show ended? BOB: Not at all. He disappeared during the ensuing melee. No telling where he is now. NRO: God Damn it. I�m already getting sick of tracking him down. He�s as much a chip off the old block as you are. I�m gonna go upstairs and crash sport, if he calls, wake me up. BOB: You got it old man. NRO: Oh, and if you get bored, run a match between Magnus and Adams. Whoever wins, put them in a match with me and tell me how it goes. BOB: What? NRO: Never mind, you don�t need to run a simulation. It�ll happen soon enough. G�Night kid. Good job last night. It�s only the beginning champ. **As the younger Osbourne starts up another match, the elder Osbourne heads upstairs to bed. FTB.** |
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