| **The scene opens to find Osbourne sitting in the basement of his mother�s palatial estate in Nashville, Tennessee. He is in a part of the house he hadn�t been to in over 13 years � his dad�s �Man Cave� and training facilities. As Osbourne walks through the dark, damp hallway between antechambers, he realizes how much he misses old Joe Osbourne. As he looks at the different framed 8x10 photos lining the hallway a flood of memories comes back to him. He stops, just shy of the door to the entertainment room, where a 10x12 picture of Joe Osbourne and Jimmy Blast with their Mid-South Tag Team Championship belts draped over their shoulders. Rob catches his own reflection on the glass and reality sets back in as he notices so many of Blast�s features in his own face, and next to none of Joe�s. He steps into the room and flips the switch and the room comes to life with red and orange backlighting and shag carpeting. He plops down on the burnt orange leather sofa and props his feet up on the dark brown coffee table as he runs his hands through his hair. On the far wall of the room is a full poster covering nearly a quarter of the wall. This isn�t one of Joe � this one was the poster for the pay per view in the MWWF when Rob faced Jimmy Blast for the World Championship. He stands and heads out of the room, engrossed with enough nostalgia to last him another 13 years. He heads up the stairs to the main floor of the home and makes his way to the office. He flips on the uplink to PWN studios to cut his next promo for Global Warning.**
NRO: Wow�if old Joe had only known when he beamed with pride and slapped that poster on the wall. Funny thing is, none of it really matters, does it? It doesn�t change who I am, it doesn�t change WHAT I am�the CWF World Heavyweight Champion. But what Pledgie Wedgie did do is light a fire that no force in the CWF can begin to extinguish. You remember what happened when I found out about you pissing on Joe�s grave Pledge? That will fail in comparison to what I will do to you this Saturday at Global Warning. To know that it was YOU that was behind Maniac�s assault on Bobby sickens me. Why Pledge? Why attack a kid who had nothing to do with our little �thing� we have? Have I ever attacked the Don? Wait. Scratch that. Don�t answer it. I just remembered the ninety-nine cent McChicken sandwiches back in 2001. But all I did was tie an old man up and force feed him fast food. I didn�t savagely maim him or burn him to the point that he was nearly unrecognizable. Who are you Pledge? Wait�don�t answer that one either. You�re an Osbourne. It�s what you do. I guess that means I have to change the way I do things now. I can�t keep being the Rob Osbourne I have been�mostly cause I�m not an Osbourne. Doesn�t make sense to you does it? Let me explain. For years�hell, for my entire life, I have watched the member of what I thought were my family do every despicable thing they could imagine, and some they couldn�t have come up with out some malevolent forces guiding them. When we were kids and Matt and Steve would torment neighborhood animals and elderly people I didn�t want to do it. I would tell them it was wrong and they shouldn�t do those things. Then they would team up and beat me senseless and tell me if I ratted on them it�d be ten times worse. After awhile, I started joining in, then I realized I kind of enjoyed giving in to my anger and rage and just letting everything out on whatever the target of choice for the Osbourne boys was. They'd point tell me to attack and I did. I got damned good at it. You'd be suprised how may family traits, how many supposed genetic traits, can be picked up by osmosis. Of course, other things make sense now that didn't when i was younger. My mother was always pulling me aside saying �Robbie, I don�t want you to act the way your cousins do. You�re better than that, do you hear me? You are better than that.' but I thought she meant because they were just fucking giant wastes of life...I didn't know she meant that I was literally better than them. There aren't many men in this sport that are epitomized by even lousy sons a bitches like Mark Xamin as being 'The Ultimate' and that man is my father. And this Saturday at Global Warning live on pay per view, I am going to unleash such a brutal wave of pure unadulterated blood lust on you that when I'm done, not even don Russo will recognize the heap that will be your remains. You can take that to the bank.....the blood bank. **Osbourne flips off the uplink and throws the few things he had with him in his duffel and tosses it over his shoulder. He heads outside and hops in the GT500 and speeds off to the airport where he boards his plane, which then takes off and heads to New York city. Once the plane arrives, Osbourne rolls the car off and heads to manhatten. As his car rolls to a quiet stop the radio display reads 2:14 a.m. The lights in the penthouse suite of the building across the street are on but only one of the two reserved spots for that suite has a vehicle in it. A 2010 Mercedes CLk. Missing is the 2009 H3-T driven by the American Icon, Pledge Alligence. Rob checks the mirror and makes sure there are no external security detail under Pledge's employ with his recent paranoia. Satisfied that the place is not being cased, Osbourne slips out of the car. He is clad in all black and blends into the shadows as he sweeps across the street then enters the building. An old access coded Pledge had given him years ago activated the elevator to the penthouse suite. As the car doors open Trixie Lee's voice can be heard from the kitchen...** Trixie: Pledge? Honey, I didn't think you'd be home til tomorrow...I just got the roast out of the oven.... NRO: Suprised to see me Trix? Trixie: Rob...what are you doing here? How did you get in? NRO: Oh, Pledge gave me the codes back before he starting taking the blows to the head. I think you and I both know why I'm here Trixie... Trixie: Oh God...you sick freak...I am NOT sleeping with you...will you please quit trying? I mean, I have been telling you for years that I am NOT interested Rob. NRO: Is that right? What about that one night in China? Trixie: What are you talking about? NRO: Wait...that was Jennifer Adams. Trixie: You pig. NRO: Seriously....I'm here because your boy decided to let the cat out of the bag on his master plan. How long ago did he turn to the dark side Trixie? Trixie: What are you talking about? NRO: You haven't seen? Trixie: Seen what? NRO: Sit down. **Osbourne flips on the television and tunes to PWN On-Demand and plays the recent promos of Pledge's for Trixie. She looks sickened at the public nature of Pledge's claims. Rob flips off the TV and grabs her by both shoulders, snarling, enraged after hearing Pledge joke about nearly taking his son's life.** NRO: He thinks its cute or funny to fuck with my family? To hurt the ones I love? Well...for your sake Trixie, i hope it was worth it to him. I truly do. I hate to do this to you....but it's Pledge's fault. Please remember that. Trixie: (screaming) ROB NO!!! PLEASE!!!! NRO: Suck it bitch.... **Osbourne Badd Dreams Trixie Lee through the glass coffee table and leaves her lying there twitching, bleeding profusely. He goes into the kitchen and makes a plate with the roast and potatoes. He sits down and consumes the meal. He writes Pledge a little note and clips it to the fridge. He checks on Trixie to make sure she isn't near death, then calls 911 and races to his car. He speeds off just as the police and ambulence show up. The camera cuts to the medics attending trixie and the camera zooms into the kitchen on the fridge...to the note left for Pledge.** |
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