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| **The scene opens to find Rob Osbourne on his 1953 Harley Davidson Pan Head Bobber heading towards his beach house in Cocoa Beach, Florida while repairs are done to his home in Isleworth after the melee that ensued after the meeting of The Osbourne Family and the conflicts between Drastic and The National Champion. He pulls into the driveway and heads inside. He flips on the flat panel to PWN and sits down with a Heineken to take in the latest round of promos out of the CWF. As they finish and he tries to stop laughing, he flips the TV off and sheds his shirt, boots and socks and dons a pair of gym shorts and flip flops. He grabs his shades and another beer and heads out the back door onto the beach overlooking the crashing waves of the Atlantic. He walks out near where the surf comes in and plugs the wireless ear buds in his ears and sets his iPod to shuffle and starts doing situps in the sand and water as the music pumps through the speakers in his ears. A few hours later the scene fades to Osbourne sprinting down the beach line barefoot in the wet sand, bobbing his head in time with the beat. As he finishes his run, he plops down onto his back and pops the top of another Heineken and downs it in a gulp. As he lets out an earth shattering belch his son Bob shows up and sits down next to him on the beach and yanks one of the earbuds out.**
Bob: Hey God Damnit, I'm the kid here, why am I telling my dad to turn down the music? You'll be def with it that loud in your ears. NRO: What? Bob: My point exactly. Listen, I don't know how I feeling about this whole thing. We all seem to be on different pages with different agendas Dad. How can we know who will show up with my cousin? And how do we know Pledge won't shove the knife in your back like he has so many other times and you him? NRO: Shit kid, don't think I haven't thought about that. I have even asked myself if Pledge could be the Black Mask. Bob: Really? With that again? C'mon Dad... NRO: Oh no sonny boy, you haven't heard "if you can't beat 'em, join 'em"? Bob: Yes, which is why I thought Pledge was siding with you in the first place, because he flat KNOWS he can't beat you. NRO: Thanks for the vote of confidence my very young apprentice, but tell me how you think, in your infinite wisdom of 18 years of age has laid at you, how do you KNOW I would beat Pledge if we were facing each other? Bob: Well, you beat Adams. Adams beat Pledge. Three times. You've beaten Pledge well more than three times, so deductive reasoning and process of elimination and common opponents would indicate you would tear Pledge apart if you two face again. It's science. NRO: Chip off the ole block you are. Good kid. You continue to be a student f the game like this and keep your eyes on the prize, you WILL surpass Pledge, and Chris, and hell, you may even top your old man one day. You have to block out what the rest of those dickheads say. If you are having doubts about this grouping we have put together, then Shock Value has already done its job. Bob: Dad....I love what you are trying to do here with the infinite wisdom and all, but I know this already. You don't have to tell me. NRO: No, I think I do need to tell you. You need to not be so cocky and arrogant all the time. It WILL be your downfall when you fail. It will also be your drive when you succeed. And succeed more than fail you will, but son, you have the ability to be Great. Just don't follow my footsteps. Don't make my mistakes all over again. Bob: Jeez...you sound like you regret being such a bastard all these years. NRO: Not at all, it's who I am. I'm just telling you that you don't have to be me. Bob: But I digress. I am you. Look at me. Listen to me. Watch me in the ring. I'm everything you ever were and then some. I won't let you down pops. NRO: Deja fucking vu. I had this same conversation with your grandfather when I broke into the business. God damn. Bob: All "full circle" and such right? NRO: Amen kid. Let's go grab a bite. **Osbourne and son head inside and Rob changes clothes. They jump on their Harley's and head into town. They pull into The Beach Shack, one of the most well known Biker Bars on the east coast. They walk through the front door, allowing more light into the dim, dank, smoky bar than the patrons all seem to care for causing all of the bikers to look their direction. As they step in and the door closes behind them one of the larger, older bikers walks right up to Osbourne and grabs him around the neck** Biker: Robbie!!!!! How the dog fuck are you you shit head scumbag mother fucker? IS THIS LITTLE ROBBIE! Holy Fucking Shit! Maude, check this shit out, Little Robbie's damn near as big as his daddy!! And he's riding his own Hog too? I'll be a sumbitch. Damn, I'm gettin' old!! NRO: Touche' Eddie, touche. I just ran into your boys over at Webber's the other night. The steaks were fantastic as usual. They been watching the CWF. Apparently you shitbags haven't been. Biker: What the fuck is a CWF? NRO: HA! If the big boys over there heard you say that they'd say you were clueless. I say you're an old school wrestling fan who doesn't watch much of the stuff that's out there these days. The CWF is the Classic Wrestling Federation...the House that Dart built? Biker: Oh!!! THAT CWF. I haven't really watched since you hung the boots up Robbie. NRO: Jesus H. Christ man, turn on a TV or get on a computer sometime Eddie. Fucking A. I'm the CWF National Champion. I came out of retirement in March and Bob here made his CWF debut last week with a very impressive win over some douche bag green pea that is so wet behind his ears the bastards gonna get a rash. He has a shot at the returning CWF Unified title this week. You really should turn PWN on man. Biker: Fuck. I guess I do. PWN? What is that? **Bob rolls his eyes as his dad and the man continue some cheerful banter until their food arrives. The two Osbourne's finish off their meals, make some more small talk and leave the patrons of the bar glued to PWN watching replays of CWF events and the recent promos. Rob heads back to the house as Bob heads out. As the elder Osbourne parks his bike in the garage and heads inside he also flips on his digital uplink to PWN and begins to cut a promo** NRO: You know, for some two bit fucking nobody who just won his first world title in the CWF himself after 10 years in this company, who the hell does Brian Adams think he is? He may have Jeff Jericho PTing him until he pukes, but that doesn't translate to him having Jericho's talent or abilities. He isn't Jeff Jericho Junior, we've been there and seen that, and attended the funeral. Brian Adams says....you know what? Who gives a flying fuck WHAT Brian Adams says? Adams. You look up the definition of "fuck-up" your picture is all over the page. I have seen you come out here week in and week out and do these things that, when I call you on them, you claim are things I myself have done. Right you are, you stupid son of a bitch. NOTHING you do is new. You beat Pledge. I've done that. You beat Pledge again. I've done that. You beat Pledge a third time...I've done that. You started a stable surrounding yourself with guys you viewas threats and that can honestly give you a run for your money. Done that. And you have a mystery member of that stable wearing a black mask and jumping people from behind in their matches. Again, been there, done that. There is nothing new you can bring to the table with me Adams. Nothing. It doesn't matter if your partner is Jugs or Daniels. It doesn't matter if it's a four way or a singles or a tag match. I'll come out the victor more times than I will the loser. Speaking of losers, let's discuss your Padawan, Trent Davidson. He's a joke, the laughing stock of the organization......wait...did I say Trent Davidson? I meant Keith Daniels. Same difference. Daniels.....the best you can do is whack me with a chair, do your little finisher to me through a table and then dump hot coffee on me giving me third degree burns? That's it? That's all you've got? Shit man, you didn't even slow me down but a half step against Sickboy. I would have won that match anyway, had my megalomaniac of a brother not ran down and locked in the Daydream on me. All after Badd Dreaming me. Even taking the jump in the back by Daniels, the run in and submission hold by my "little" brother, I not only retain my title, but I come back later in the night to give a little tough love back to Mr. Daniels and the thanks I get is a verbal tirade about not realizing what I've done. Not realize what I've done?!?! Daniels...this is exactly the outcome I planned for you silly little cock mouth. I think I have proven to you little malcontent ne'er-do-well juvenile delinquents that I can handle everything you can toss at me and still be standing. Shock Value, along with my latest suspect in "The Black Mask Theory", Mr. Paul Blair, have decided to make some sort of comments about my son. I am sure this is done in hopes that you will get under my skin. Push my buttons. Set me off. Get me hot. Work me up. Piss me off. Burn my fuze. Flip my switch. How bout....suck my cock? My kid is a rookie. He's an 18 year old kid with a professional wrestling pedigree you sorry sacks of shit would die to have. For the record for the fans out there that may or may not care about the allegations made by Shock Value, but I wanted you all to know, it was Mark Xamin's assistant and enforcer Kodiak Winters who "discovered" young Robert Osbourne Junior, wrestling under a mask and wrestling under an assumed name. You can imagine my suprise when Bobby calls me and tells me he got a letter from the CWF management offering him a tryout. So you can take your bullshit spin about how I jerked my kid out of the Indy feds early to use as protection against the likes of Shock Value and shove it up your fucking asses. Shit, we didn't know there even was a Shock Value before he was signed for that matter. Just like you idiots not to bother and find out WHEN he was signed before you run your dick suckers. Typical. CWF fans, you have nothing to fear. And aside from a punctured lung, maybe a bleeding kidney, and a pair of bruised ego's, Shock Value's Brian Adams and Keith Daniels have nothing to worry about this week. I mean it is only a "meaningless" loss in a tag match on Showdown. Adams will still have his title. Not for long mind you, but he'll still have it. Oh...by the way, Brian....my name is in the lights already pal. It's been there for years.. The day that I have to be in a match with you for that to happen is the day I hang up the tights for good. Sure, I would love to have a world title match with Pledge Alligence, and that day will come. It's just gonna have to be that its me as the champ and him the challenger. This National title I have had around my waist is all fine, well, and good. But it's time for me to get back in the saddle and take the reigns of this company over and guide it back into the black. Don't worry though Adams. Magnus will be the one to dethrone you at summer Smash. I can FEEL IT. And let's face facts, it won't be a moment to soon for Mark. With you as the champ Adams, Xamin is going broke. Attendance is down, PPV buy rates are down, world title replica belt sales are down. Shock Value you may be, but you are shocking the life out of the CWF. You scumbags are a cancer, plain and simple. The Osbourne's are the chemotherapy that will kill that cancer. It's going to hurt the CWF in more ways than it will help it at first, but in the long run, the cancer will be in remission and the CWF can rebound from it. But the CWF will remember the days of Adams as its champion...and it will then realize that what I have been saying for 15 years is nothing more than the honest to God truth. Life is paiN. **Osbourne switches off the uplink. FTB** |
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