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| **As the scene comes up from black we find Rob Osbourne, now calling himself "The Eternal Heel" sitting at his desk in his office on the 57th floor of his West End high rise. He is discussing the topic of Pledge and Trixie to a man on the phone. Suddenly there is a knock at the door and Osbourne tells the caller to hang on a minute. He lays the phone down on the desk and goes to the door, as he opens it, in walks Christina Danky, the fiance of the Super-Heel. She takes a seat in the black leather arm chair as Osbourne motions for a minute to end his call** |
| Rob: Hey man, I hate to cut you short but my woman just got here...yeah I know, I'm pussy whipped right? Fuck you, you pughtta see pledge, he's prancing around like a freakin' school boy...he let his woman cost him his pride Sunday night...yeah, oh no shit? You saw it? Cool. What? Are you shitting me? God damn, I know I can get you in, I have full creative control over myself, so I can bring you in, with me. Oh yeah the IoA better keep it in sight...later man. Christina: No way? Was that who i think it was? Rob: The one and only. Haha, let mindfuck , part two begin! Pledge is going to have my nut dripping from his ears I'm gonna fuck his head so good! Drama? You damned straight! And I'm about to win a mother fucking Oscar for leading man of the year! Christina: Oooh, now, I'm not a doctor, but I think that's gonna leave him with a headache this big, and it's going to be named Trixie Lee. Rob: Ouch baby! But I would be remiss not to mention the other chronic plague amongst this little boat that Paul Blair captians, the good ship IoA. I must address, who I feel will start one of my greatest feuds in my career, "The River Dragon" Chris Reinhardt. It's been a long time coming, hasn't it Chris? I mean, there was you running in and costing me the Anarchy title when I had Z all but finished, and you nailed me with a foreign object, and then YOU, just like you say Pledge did in the CWF, avoided me, taking cheap shots at every chance. Then, of course, there was the fated hummer incident in Canada. Not a good move to try and pull Chris, I must tell you that up front. The only other guy ever stupid enough to try that ind of gay ass shit with me ended up in a wheel chair in his old age. Ask your daddy Jeff Jericho to tell you about "Hotshot" Mike Stewert. But I can't stop there at telling these wonderful viewers more, can I Chris? Then I left the IoA after an attempt on my life was made, and I went to work for the devil himself, Pledge Alligence over in the SAW. You weren't happy just letting what you and your running buddies thought was the cancer of the IoA leave peacefully , could you Chris? You had to show your face in the SAW TV but you continued to run from me in the ring. Then I went to the AIW. No sign of you. I was starting to think you didn't care about me anymore....but then i make my comeback, allbeit in a hostile takeover environment with the AIW, to the IoA. And wham bam, Chris Reinhardt is the man. Whoda thunk it? I leave, Pledge leaves, Z leaves, MVP leaves, Ripper leaves, CVP leaves, Rusty Miller leaves, and just about everyone but JC Valerio, Kid Lightening, and Mass Debator walk, and you win the World Title. But , I digress. You say all you want to say about past acheivements in feds of yesteryear Chris, and I'll tell you what you and your little friends told me when i first arrived in the IoA, it doesn't make a difference what you did everywhere else, or when, what matters is here and now. For the record fine sir, in recent championship history, I won a 16 man tournament to take the International Championship, the second highest belt in the company. And you, what did you do at that very same PPV event when I won a title Chris? You lost yours. In the middle of the ring, one, two, three. And pal, I never lost the International Title, I dropped it the next week because it just wasn't good enough, and I needed a vacation. So SickBoy was handed the title and I went on a cruise with this little hotass (points to Danky) and cleared me head. Got back on track, regained my focus, honed my craft, mediated with my chee, whatever catching phrase you want to use for kicking back, getting a nut off and having a good time. But you know what I felt each day when i was away from this sport, allbeit only fourteen days? Emptiness. A complete and utter void. I hadn't noticed as much, being pacified with the International Title. But I felt it the night I left the arena. It's the same feeling that I used to get in the pit of my stomach after watching Darklight Warrior drink a keg and a ahlf of beer in less than two hours by himself while Tige' pukes his guts out after about a dozen 24 oz cups full back in the EWA. It's the same feeling I got when I was working in the office of the AIW before returning to the ring. Only this time, i couldn't contain it. I let that feeling rush through my veins like heroin in yours Chris, and do you know what i realized? That nothing will ever fill that void. But your blood can pacify it until I get a shot at the World Championship. So you'll excuse me when I say, in reply to your affectionate praises about your jock, pal, I've shared a locker room with you when we were both in the Unholy Alliance, and anyone in the building on a Sunday night could caryy your jock pal. My five year old had one just like it when he played on the 4 and 5 year old pee wee football team last year. My brother had one like yours when he was in high school chump. Fuck, much as I hate to admi it, Pledge could carry your jock with one hand. So hear me when I say this, I won't need to carry your jock after I beat you, cause you'll have that sonofabitch permanently shoved so far up your ass every time you laugh people will see the letter CR written in red crayon by your momma so you knew which side your baby dick went in! Christina: Wow! Okay, and there isn't even a camera in here honey, I feel sorry for the River Dragon.... Rob: No baby girl, it's not going to be the River Dragon for long. It's gonna be the Liver's Draggin on the floor! Christina: See, again, I am starting to wonder if you going to the IoA to satisfy your primal rage is such a good idea...I can't have my baby daddy in jail for killing a smackhead! Rob: Baby, Chris Reinhardt has it coming, wether it's me, Assasin, or, ugh, Pledgie Wedgie, that sorry sac of shit was born dying. |
| **Rob and Christina stand up and make their way to the door as the following phrase splashes across the screen.** |
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