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| **The scene opens to find Rob Osbourne sitting in a booth at a Waffle House in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania. The clock above the grill reads 3:49 a.m. and the Nitemare is the only customer in the place. The waitress is sitting at the low counter doing a crossword puzzle as the cook begins cleaning the grill. Osbourne nurses the cup of coffee in front of him and finishes off his steak and eggs. At 4:15 a.m. the door swings open and a group of three young college age men come in and fall drunken into the booth opposite Rob. One of the lads is wearing a Pledge Alligence shirt. He does a double take in Osbourne�s direction and then whispers to his buddies. The leader of the group, and obviously the most intoxicated one, turns towards Rob and begins to engage him in conversation. **
Man #1: So�you�re gonna lose everything you have left in what, two days, right? NRO: Excuse me? Man #1: You are Rob Osbourne, right? NRO: Guilty as charged. You're a drunken fucking waste of life wanting his head caved in, right? Man #1: Pfft. You�re a washed up has been that never will be again. Pledge is gonna wipe the floor with your sorry ass. Tired old man�sad really. NRO: Is that right? Washed up has been that never will be again? Sounds to me like you got Pledge and I mixed up there tough guy. Man #1: How do you figure that? NRO: Well, since my return to the ring I retired a seven foot five inch monster after I took his belt from him. I then held that title for the longest verifiable National Championship reign in the CWF�s history. After that I ran Brian Adams and his Shock Value squad of ne�er do well�s the hell out of town. Then I kicked Magnus Thunder ass all the way back to Johutenheimen, or wherever the hell that Marvel reject is from to win the CWF World Title. Then I bought the company out from under Xamin. Pledge on the other hand�well, he�s lost to Adams now almost as many times as he has to me. His only real victories have been in a tag match where Mariano Fernandez did all the work, and in a bullshit match with Jeff Geritol. How do you figure he�s the man, and I�m the washed up one? Man #1: Whatever old due�Pledge will RULE YOU!!! NRO: You fucking idiot. I would be doing you an injustice if I dropped you on your stupid head right now. I�m trying to live my life a little differently so why don�t you make this easy on you and me both, and just sit down and enjoy your breakfast. Man #1: How about you go sit outside with the rest of the garbage? NRO: That�s it fuckhole...time to pretend your name is Pledge. **Osbourne leaps up from the booth and jacks the kid up by his shirt collar. Osbourne jumps up onto the table and drags the kid up with him by his hair�and then Badd Dreams him through the table, shattering plates, and spilling drinks, condiments, etc. all over the college kid. Osbourne flips a wad of one hundred dollar bills in the direction of the cook and heads outside. He jumps into the car and pulls out. About an hour and a half later the black GT500 pulls into the deserted parking lot of Madison Square Garden in New York City. Osbourne walks in through the service entrance and heads up to the all too familiar dressing room he uses every time he comes to MSG. He pulls out his laptop and gets it set up and then flips on his uplink to PWN.com and cuts his final promo for Global Warning.** NRO: Familiar places make for an interesting flood of memories don�t they Pledge? Like this room here�this is the same dressing room I was in the night I beat you to retain the EWA Universal Title right after I won it back from my�wait, correction�when I won it back from YOUR brother�Chris Osbourne. The Waffle House I just ate at was the same Waffle House I hung out at for three hours before I won the MWWF title from my own biological father, Jimmy Blast. I think I finally figured out your problem with me though Pledge. I figured out why you would do so many stupid fucking things even when you KNEW what the end result would be. I picked up on it when I saw how much weight Trixie had put on. You have a man crush on me, don�t you Pledge? Your whole relationship with Trixie has all been for show hasn�t it? Secretly, all these years, going back to the first time you saw me in the shower�you have had to have this, haven�t you Pledge? When you realized you weren�t going to get it, you have spared no expense in trying to take me out. I can appreciate that. The whole Fatal Attraction thing and all. I am a very handsome man, so it doesn�t take much imagination to see where I would have drawn your wandering eye. Well Pledge, just like Glenn Close in Fatal Attraction, you will be the one that dies in the end. Me�I�ll just go on being me. And there ain�t a fucking thing you, Mark Xamin, or anybody else can do about it. You must know that controlling the CWF is not my motivation at this point. I don�t give a rats ass who calls the shots. It doesn�t matter who signs my checks�I will keep doing what I have been doing for 15 years�kicking your ass and winning championships. It�s been the way of wrestling world for a long time, and as we all know Pledge, history ALWAYS repeats itself. This Saturday it�s like we lost the last decade and once again, our focus will be destroying the other. And just like every time before�I will be the victor. I know, I know�reality is brutal and Life is paiN. See you in 24 hours pimp. **Osbourne flips off the digital uplink as the scene fades to black.** |
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