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| **As the scene comes up from black we find The Nitemare sitting in his Ferrari at the arena where Season's Beatings will take place. He pulls out the all too familiar black duffel bag that he typically keeps his stash in. He unzips it and the bag has been emptied. He gasps for breath, not wanting to believe what his eyes are showing him. He looks again, doing a comedic double take. He stops and mentally retraces his steps when he realizes that he got the pretty ladies bag and she got his. Damn! No dope for Robbie...yet. He flips out his cell and quickly dials that New York cell phone number of Vincent Torigianni.** NRO: Vincent? VINCENT: Yeah Rob, what's shakin bacon? NRO: You to Denver yet? VINCENT: Actually, we are, we just touched down. NRO: Good, before you head to the arena, push the numbers 4, 2, 0 on the numeric lock on my desk, when the compartment pops open, enter 0,2,4 then a locking mechanism will disengage, pull out everything in that desk drawer and bring it to me, okay? VINCENT: Sure thing Rob. **The Nitemare ends the call as he patiently waits for his "goods" to arrive. While waiting, he notices several of the IoA superstars pull into the parking garage behind the arena. However, of all the vehicles, one catches his eye more than the others. It is an old beat up 1979 chevy silverado pick-up truck. He smiles and jots down the name "Digger" on his notebook in the passenger seat. Just then the knuckles of Vincent begin wrapping the driver's side window. Rob motions to the passenger side with his hand and Vincent hops in and Rob peels out.** NRO: So did you get the shit out of the desk? VINCENT: The pot? NRO: Yeah... VINCENT: Sorry brother, all you had in there were stems and seeds! NRO: DAMNIT!!! Pit stop... **Osbourne hops onto the freeway and back to the airport, calling the pilot on the way and having them start the plane engines and lowering the cargo bay, as soon as he pulls in the plane begins taking off.** VINCENT: So you flew me here to drive me back to the plane? NRO: Yeah, and we're going back to NYC... VINCENT: What?!?! NRO: Yeah, we have to stop and pick up El Pollo, sorry dude, I forgot about him! **Seemingly moments later the plane screetches to a hault and the doors open and El Pollo Loco walks up the make shift stairs onto the huge craft. He slides up a chair between Rob and Vincent and sits in it with it turned backwards and pulls a blunt from the side of his ear beneath his sock hat and fires it up. He takes three or four hits and starts to pass it to Rob then pulls it back.** EPL: Ha biatch, I got whatcu need holmes! NRO: You'd better hand me that fucking street spliff or you'll have more than what i need, you'll have a size 12 Doc Martin up your ass! **El Pollo giggles as he passes the blunt to Rob and Rob hits it, then he hits it again, and again, and again, until he passes nearly a roach to Vincent.** VINCENT: No thanks man, I don't fuck with that shit, but I;ll take a Heineken... NRO: Get it yerself, I'm stoned! EPL: So yo, Robbie Rob, you the man hittin that fine as or what? I mean, I GOTS to know!!!! NRO: No my little wetback friend, you don't GOTS to know nothin, but seeings as how this Sunday it will all come out in the wash, like my grandma says, YES, I am the man that is buffing the fine, nearly marble like ass of Christina Danky! Hey, once again, Donovan wasn't gettin' the job done and I had to "clean up" for him! His loss is my gain , and what a gain it is!!! VINCENT: Hey, he is still my brother ya know, I should gut you for sleeping with my sister in law, but one things I GOTS to know, is she any good? NRO: A gentlemen doesn't kiss and tell my boys!! VINCENT: Right, but this is you we're talking about, not a gentlemen, so, is she any good? NRO: Would I be willing to settle down if she wasn't? VINCENT: Word. EPL: Flat out, fo show? NRO: No, Pepe' , she's anything but "flat"!!!! **The men sit there drinking, and smoking blunt after blunt until the plane lands back in Denver. They get in the Ferrari and Rob peels out of the hangar and onto the Interstate. As the speedomoeter hits 120, Vincent gets nervous.** VINCENT: Hey Rob, man, don't you think you might oughta slow down a little bit? NRO: (shaking his head no) Vin Diesel, eat yer fucking heart out!!! **Osbourne drops into fifth gear and the Ferrari increases to 170. Suddenly the flashing lights and sirens of police follow the Itallian sports car. El Pollo looks back over the rear seat out the window...** EPL: OH SHIT B!!! WE GOTS FIVE-O ON OUR ASS LIKE A MOTHA FUCKER!!!! **As Osbourne flies off of the exit ramp the police continue to pile up as he shifts to 3 gear , causing the car to fishtail into a 180 and Osbourne drops back into fourth as police cars crash into one another attempting to maintain the chase. Minutes later they pull into the garage at the arena. They all three sit silent in the car for a moment, taking in the adrenaline rush they just went through. Rob breaks the silence.** NRO: Pollo, you got Money taken care of? EPL: No doubt esse! NRO: Vincent, I want you to stay with Christina once the event starts.. If any camera crews show up, tell them no comment. You are Mz. Danky's private security Sunday night, you got it? VINCENT: What about X-Rated? NRO: Fuck X-Rated. If they come to her dressing room, tell them to come to mine. Assasin, if he bothers to show up, will be trying to find someone to help him take out Rhino. That ain't going to be an easy task for him. He will be no distraction to us. T-Money has to worry about P-Loc, the other two guys have never even graced us with their presences, so liek I said, send them a telegream that says "The Nitemare and the AIW said stick it up yer ass." VINCENT: Uhm, ok. Then what do you want me to do? NRO: Christina will cover that with you when you guys are in the dressing room, you never know who's listening, and no offense to Pollo, but I don't want any one knowing what is going down except those4 involved, you do understand, right Pollo? EPL: Huh? What? Dude, is your car smoking? NRO: No, that's the blunt in your hand fool! EPL: Oh, yeah. My bad. VINCENT: I'd say he's cool with it...hahaha! NRO: So you two have your agenda's, stick to them. Donovan Torigianni is going to regret the day he crossed me in the AIW! I guarantee it! There are things that you just do not do, and embarass me is just one of many commandments he has broken. Big D, you may have won two battles, but ney, two battles does not a war make! **El Pollo and Vincent hop out of the car and head in the arena through opposite entrances as Rob sits contemplating his next move. He gets a phone call from Christina...** Mz. D: Rob, I am at the arena and Vincent just came in here and told me that you said I would know what he needs to do...when are you coming in here? NRO: Don't worry sweetits, i have it all under control. You remember what I told you the other night in bed? Vincent takes the place of Tim Osbourne. I don't know if I will ever be able to trust another member of my family again. I can't come to your dressing room until after the show, trust me, it's for your own safety. I love you. Mz. D: .....what? NRO: Yes, I said it. When we see each other again, you're gonna own the IoA, and I'm going to be your International Champion, what do you think of that as a late Christmas present? Mz. D: I think I like it! **FTB** |