**Scene opens to the Islesworth Country Club in Windermere, Florida. Rob Osbourne is sitting at a table in the lounge near the 18th hole. He is nursing a bottle of Heinken and very nervously checks his watch every few minutes. The Omega time piece he wears with the white gold band and purple and black face tells him it is only 2 minutes since the last time he checked. He pulls out his iPhone and checks the stock markets once again. As he sees the abysmal losses the Dow is suffering yet again he sends a text message to his Financial Advisor to buy as much GM stock as possible. The FA tells him he's nuts but will do it anyway. Osbourne looks at his watch again and then notices the CWF camera crew coming his way through the lounge...**
		NRO: Oh my god, you guys are worse than the IoA's reporter's. Can't I have any free time??? Reporter: I do apologize for intruding Mr. Osbourne, but we just wanted to get your thoughts on the recent commentary by the newly crowned CWF National Champion, Astro, and your thoughts on your upcoming bout with Blood at SuperCard. Oh, and if you think it merits mention, your match this week at Showdown with the dragon. NRO: My thoughs about Astro? He was the coolest cartoon dog to grace a TV set save for Ole Scooby-Doo himself from 1960 on. That funny accent where everything starts with an R sound alwasy made me laugh. "Ree Rorge!" That was great stuff! Reporter: Mr. Osbourne, that is Astro from the Jetsons, we are talking about the professional wrestler who defeated you in the IoA.... NRO: WAIT JUST A DAMNED MINUTE! He won a three way match after I had been screwed over by the Boston Pops. MVP, Z-Pac and Chris Reinhardt. You put me and Astro in a locked cage and see who comes out in one piece. Me, that's who. Me! Reporter: He seems to recall the match a little differently... NRO: (sarcastically) He seems to recall the match a little differently shut the fuck up. The past is the past. Maniac beat me once to. So, your point? Reporter: Ah yes, I do recall that, and you even lost an EWA Universal tiutle match to your brother at your own pay per view called Badd Dreams, right? NRO: (looks at the camera) More disrespect from your reporter's Xamin?
			**Osbourne kicks the reporter in the stomach and drops him through the table his Heinken was on with an inverted DDT, the Badd Dream. He stands and straightens his shirt and looks into the camera.**
			NRO: Mark, it doesn;t have to be this way. I don't have to assault your reporters...if they would just do their jobs and not be so god damned disrespectful...shit. You know, a part of me feels bad...for a second. Then I remember why I droped him on his head in the first place. You just DON't MENTION my brother or that match. Ever. My brother won that match because three hoursprior to it, our dad passed away and his last words to me were "Robbie, let Chris win every once in awhile, would ya?" so prey tell Mr. Reporter, what would you have done? As for Rey Del Draconian or whatever the hell this jobbers name is, let it be known, I am serving notice to every unlucky son of a bitch that climbs inside the squared circle with me, when I look at you, i will see Pledge. And when I see Pledge, I will defeat Pledge, because, let's face it, thats's what I do. I beat Pledge Alligence. Every time we ever face off, I win. So, the key for my success is, see Pledge's face on every opponenet. Kind of like how Paul Blair always jobs...I always win. BLOOD. Get ready. I'm going to bury you for good.
				**Osbourne kicks the reporter in the head for good measure as he exits the lounge. FTB**