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| **The scene opens picking up whence last we saw our Champion. He had just been interviewed, for the second time in as many weeks by Ira Huffingpaint for a special PWN Report on how the world's affairs are effecting th world of sports entertainment. He is now in the parking lot of the New York arena and on his way to see an old friend that he has MUCH unsettled business with. Minutes later the tires of his purple Ferarri come screetching to a hault in front of Five Fifteen Mapls Street; the home of Donovan Torigianni. Rob takes a deep breathe and pulls up on the parking brake and slides the Italian sports car into neutral and shuts off the engine. He runs his face once with both hands at the same time. He gets out of the vehicle carrying a small duffel bag. He heads up to the front door and steps over a huge pile of newspapers; as he begins to lift his knuckles towards the door, it slowly creaks open. Rob is shocked, but cruious. He starts talking...** Rob: Donovan? Donovan: What in the hell do you want Osbourne? Rob: Just to talk man; we need to talk D. Donovan: About what asshole? You slept with my wife; you son of a bitch! Rob: Look man, just hear me out ok, then if you still hate me, at least you won't be able to say I didn't try... Donovan: Shut the door, if you're coming in. **Rob goes into the living room and pulls the door behind him. There are no lights n, and the place smells a little mildewy. Donovan has a full moustache and beard, and his hair doesn't look to have been well kept either. Rob takes a seat in what once was his favorite chair at Donovan's a large black leather recliner opposite the TV, unfortunately, it was also Donovan's favorite too. So rob took a seat on the white leather loveseat opposite the chair.** Rob: Listen man, we have to set the record straight, I was "with" Christina before I knew you were married with her Donovan. Once I found out, we cut it off. We hadn't been together in a long time, not since right after I won the AIW World Title. That's why she burned the picture of me and then sicked you on me. Donovan: (near tears) Why are you here Rob? Haven't you done enough damage? Haven't you destroyed me enough? You have the audasity to come here and tell me these things; don't you have anything better to do Rob, or has she already seen though you and left you? Rob: Donovan, I never meant to hurt you man. I mean that; and neither did she. It just happened. She is so sorry you got caught up in it, she does care about you alot you know, you could at least return her calls, she would like to get her stuff and say good bye to you Donovan. And no, we haven't split up, infact we are getting married as soon as... Donovan: Is that why you're here you prick? I signed the divorce papers along time ago, you don't have to wait for me... Rob: Look man, chill the fuck out ok! I was about to say we are waiting until after my next PPV match. Donovan: What? I thought you retired? Rob: Oh, you can not bathe, not cut your hair, no clean up, not work out, not shave, not turn on the lights, not return phone calls, not pick up your paper off the porch, but you can still watch wrestling? Donovan: I quit watching. In fact, the only reason I continued to watch after I left was to watch you get your ass kicked, but God damnit, you quit and went out on top, so my lifes ambition to watch you finally get your just deserts was gone. I haven't really left this room much since then... Rob: Well you fucking moron, you know me, and you really should watch TV every once in awhile.... **Rob pulls out of the duffel bag he carried in with him, the IoA World Championship belt and lays it across the glass table between the loveseat and the recliner.** Donovan: Who the fuck did you steal that from? Rob: No, not this time pal, this is MINE! Donovan: No shit? Who'd you payoff to job for you? Rob:Nobody; I defeated Chris Reinhardt... Donovan: Wow, I'm impressed... Rob: ...in a cage; with Jeff Jericho , Sr. trying to throw me back in when I tried to get out. Donovan: Tough odds. So what do you want me to do Rob, clap for you, kiss your ass, tell you that you are the man? Rob: No Donovan, I am facing Reinhardt again this weekend at the Cold Hard Truth PPV. I need a partner to train with the next few days while I'm here. We could talk, have dinner, ya know, like old times...maybe even call Vincent... Donovan: Rob....I don't know man, I'm still in alot of pain; regardless if it was intnded or not, I was hurt....deeply. I was devestated and driven to insanity. How have you played the mental games of chess that go on in that business for as long as you have and still be able to stay on top? Rob: Donovan, I don't know. I have tried to figure it out myself for quite some time. But it isn't anything that is permanent; I doubted myself after Van Pro called me "mid card at best" a year ago and I nearly walked away for good. He ripped me to shreds and destroyed my self confidence that day. But over time, i realized that he was one person, and one person does not the world make, nor two or three, or how ever many supporrters he could drum up. There will always be more people that say "Rob Osbourne? Yeah, he's a fucking scum bag, but he will kick your ass too." than there will be people that say "Well Osbourne was good in his day, but now that he has come out of retirement, he hasn't gotten the job done!" because I have. Donovan: This is true. So are you trying to motivate me, or is this all personal gain? Rob: Mostly personal gain, but if you get something out of it, then cool. Donovan: God you're a prick, but an honest prick. How is she? Rob: Good. And pregnant. Donovan: Really? Wow. Congratulations I guess man. What does Robbie think of her? Rob: He wants to marry her instead. They play video games half the day together, wrestling games, the kid is crazy about her. Donovan: She has that effect on people. I can't see her Rob, not yet at least, but tell her I said, it's ok, I understand and I am thankful she is happy. Now, get the fuck out of here and come back in about two hours, I gotta clean up. Rob: I'll make it three hours then...later. **Osbourne hugs his one time best friend and heads back out to the car and peels out. Once he is on the interstate he dials Christina's cell phone.** Christina: IoA Talent Relations, this is Christina Danky, can I help you? Rob: This is your baby daddy, guess who I am about to hook up with in about three hours to train for the PPV with? Christina: I don't know, did you get a hold of Vincent? Rob: Close, same last name, different fist name. I'll give you a hint, he's your ex-husband. Christina: What? He didn't kill you? Is he ok Rob? Rob: Well, he looked like shit, hasn't worked out, or showered, or shaved, or cut his hair, or I think, even changed his clothes. He had dried blood and a nasty scar from where he got cut during our last match. It almost looked like he had never cleaned or covered the wound. But we talked. I think he and I are cool, and he said to tell you as long as you are happy, it's all good. But he can't see you yet he said. And I understand where he's coming from. Christina: Yeah, I do too. I fucked him up pretty bad. So you two are gonna work out huh? Don't get in a fight Rob. Don't hurt him anymore, please? For Hannah? Rob: I promise. I just wanted to let you know what I was doing. You and Robbie watching this one? Christina: Blair wants me there, I have a flight scheduled to leave at six tonight. I was going to suprise you, Robbie is going over to Mela's while we're at the arena. Rob: No Christina. I'll deal with Blair, you and Robbie are staying in Nashville. I don't want my pregnant fiance and my five year old son in the same city with the Boston Pops. And I don't want you flying commercially right now either. Christina: Yes daddy. I will set the DVD recorder to burn the show...is that what you were going to ask me next? Rob: You know it. Look, I gotta run, I'm gonna go get some lunch and smoke a few bowls before I go get Roidzilla. I love you. Christina: I love you too. **The scene fades out as Osbourne packs the bowl of his purple ceramic pipe given to him by Tommy Chong. When it opens again it is much later. We are watching from outside Gold's Gym in Manhatten. Donovan and Rob walk out the fron door, hug, then go their seperate ways. Rob walks towards the camera dn gets in his car and heads to the hotel. The scene segues again to him opening the hotel room door. He sits down on the bed and starts packing his bowl while he watches IoA Exhale on syndicated TV Several clips of Chris Reinhardt over the last few days play...** "Forget about all this bullshit which surrounds the IoA, and forget about it's critics, who come and give their unneeded, unwarrented, and unthoughtful opinions. The fact of the matter is, nothing else matters here except one thing. The fact that I have been short changed in this business for one too many times. Rob Osbourne as the IoA Champion makes about as much sense as a screen door on a submarine. The fact that Rob Osbourne is the IoA Champion is a joke in itself. Rob Osbourne is a man who does not have enough in him to offer anything on a weekly basis. He can come in, like a whisper in the wind, unseen, and unheard, until he is right up in your face, and he steals from you your most valued possession...and there is nothing you can do but watch, and wait...for the first opportunity to get it back.". **Osbourne yawns as he looks at his watch and kits the bowl again desperately waiting for a True point o be made in Reinhratd's promo...** "See, Rob Osbourne thinks he can come into MY IoA during the end of his career, take my title, and try to keep it. Hells no. See, what Rob fails to realize is the fact that he can not compete on a week to week level like me. He comes in strong, and by the time that the true gutcheck comes in, he finds himself falling drastically short of what he thinks he can do. Just like Assassin, who can not come in here, week in, and week out, fight anyone and everyone, hold their ground, and walk away with their heads high. See, I did not sulk after I lost to Assassin. I took matters into my own hands, and found a way to get my title back. the bullshit I had to go through then does not apply now. All that applies now is that I am going to give Rob Osbourne something to remember the IoA with when he is all finished in this business. The fact that he could beat me when he and Blair stacked the cards against me, but when it was an even playing ground...nobody can touch "The River Dragon". See Rob, such is popular belief, you are the most egotistical man in this business. So much so that you surpass even myself. You come back to my company, and fed your ego with Paul Blair's will. Paul Blair handed you the IoA World title on a silver platter, don't even try to think otherwise. He gave you your match, on my territory. Thats how you make your hottest commodity happy, by strip him of all he has? Paul Blair, you are a business GENIOUS! Rob Osbourne, a man who tries his luck with the marijuana gimmick because he was actually envious of me and my former ways. So he tries to act cool, smoke some pot, get with the new crowd to relive his 1997 glory days, or at least try to. See, Rob, you see where I'm going? You are nothing more then a product of the trends which I have started time and time again in this business. Each guy who helped build the IoA, the "old" IoA, left. Then about a month goes by, and I come back. People take notice that the IoA can survive without them. People realize that the IoA is the place to be simply because I am there. People realize that "The River Dragon" can carry a company on his back for the distance. Rob Osbourne, you are just another Assassin, T-Money, Donovan Torigianni, or any other guy who came back simply because the IoA was the best place to be. Nothing more, nothing less. Just another follower of my trends. See, I don't follow the trends of this business. I make them. When people walk one way, I go another. When Z-Pac claims to be the king of Hardcore, I say, yeah, well I rule everything else! I haven't said that for a while, huh. I am not a Hardcore wrestler. I can wrestle hardcore, but I do not belong in the Anarchy division. No, see, I belong where I am. the top of the mountain. The pinnacle of the IoA, and all that surround it. I am the King of all that I see. I am the king of this territory. I took a piss and marked my terrirory Rob. You want to band heads with me? I can show you what thats like Rob. See, at the pay-per-view, you can't win by turning tail and running away from the fight Rob." **Osbourne decides he will, in another anecdote filled high stupor, comment to the mirror on the wall about Chris Reinhardt's comments in this promo, at least the parts he heard and attempted to pay attanetion to.** Rob: Calm down Chris, take a deep breath and say "I am not my daddy's bicth, I am not my daddy's bitch" because that is who you sound like, a fucking Jeff Jericho Mini Me. You run that shitbox in the middle of your face the same way he does. The fucking match was supposed to be a chambe rmatch moron. But your daddy got it changed to a cage match. I'm sorry that the founders of the cage match made the way to win via escaping the cage, but they did, and I did what it took to beat you. That's what I do. I do what it takes. I have done it twice now. And that is what eats you alive. You know you can't beat me, I am to you what the Daytona 500 was to Dale Earnhardt, I am to you what Yankee Stadium is to every kid in the bronx, I am what you cannot be. The greatest of all time. I will defeat you Chris. And after I do, I move along to face Pledge Alligence, then I want the MVP, I want to ge it over with and watch him retire again. You don't own the building now mother fucker, and I will own you, every thing about you I loathe, and detest and I will straight up fuck your world up son, you can be assured of that. Then I aim toi take out Jeff Jericho Senior. You see unlike assclowns of Champions this promotion has had in the past that avoided defending their titles, i will pursue people. I will continue to hunt instead of being the hunted. I will devour, shread, and mangle anything that dares step in my god damned way. You want to bring up 1997 mother fucker, you couldn't have lasted ten minutes in the world of wresling in 1997. You know, you really do make yourself look like an ass when you admit that i was innovating things in the late 90's, and then later you say everybody copies you. I don't get it Chris I really don't. It must be years of the toxins of Heroine use in your body that has your perception so distraught. But i guarantee you one thing, i will knock that shit straight soon enough. Then, it's over between us, win or lose, regardless of the outcome of this match, it ends here. And as for me being able to hang for the long haul,why don't you suck on Duoble J's bron eye a little more, I see a spot on your lips that isn't crap coated. You talk more shit than a Golgothan Shit Demon, you know that? I'll put my lifetime consitency rating, my "slugging percentage" on the line against you anyday pal. You , and your daddy, would have never existed if i hadn't left the MWWF for more promising horizons. Your daddy was the guy they made into the "next Rob Osbourne" and then you and your hetero-lifemates all started following his shadow like a freaky New England cult of Canadian worshipers. Sickening in contrast though, really it is. Nevertheless, you and the rest of your cohoorts that are no longer protected with diplomatic immunity by Van Pro like they were last yea, just hide and watch how mother fucking consitent I can be. You can't fade me Rein, you don't have the sac pal. You have a great night.... **Osbourne starts giggling and turns from the mirror back to the TV to listen to more horse shit flow from the gullet of Chris Reinhardt.** "Dating back to...what, 2001? That was probably when Rob Osbourne first noticed me. Thats probably my first encounter with the Rob Osbourne. It was CWF. Not one of those indy mistake companies...I am talking about Classic Wrestling Federation. The place that Steve Dart, Jeff Jericho, and Mark X built. You haven't changed a bit since then. Back then, you played the political game and made yourself into contension for the World Title. It was you and Pledge Alligience. Myself, Z-Pac, and Mike Van Pro were left powerless because of you and your political games Rob. So anytime you point the fingure at us, and say that we were all responcible for one of the biggest operation mindcrimes this sport has ever seen, just remember what you pulled in the CWF. Without beating me, Z-Pac, or MVP, you put yourself in contension for the World Title because your "friend" Pledge Alligience was given the title by Mark X. He couldn't beat Z-Pac on his best day, and you, and all the people around the world know it. Z-Pac was robbed, and you came in like a theif in the night and expected to be given your shot. It's the same now, but reversed. The Title was GIVEN to you by Paul Blair, and automatically Pledge Alligience expects to be in contension for it. Without beating myself, or any other roster member of importance here. See, the thing about you 2 is, as much as you hate eachother on camera, behind the scenes, you are as bad and as lethal as the "Boston Trifecta" ever was. You played more games, and got things which you didn't earn then we ever did. See, we simply took anything we wanted. You, you play games to get it. And it's going to be your downfall. At Coild Hard Truth, the games are all over, the board is folded up, and the pieces are put back into the box. It's a straight forward action. I'm going to lift you over my shoulders, drop you on your neck, and the games you play are over. Simple as that Rob." Rob: Where to begin , whenre to begin. Nurse, scalpel. Ok, first you moron, MARX AND STEVE DUARTE DID NOT OPEN THE CWF! I have preached this to you and the blind pack of sheep you travel with. The Classic Wrestling Federation was started by a gentlemen who i faced several times in the ring when you were still in junior high Chris, "Classic" Andrew Archer. He built the CWF. When it was on the verge of closing after Archer fell ill, Mark X and Duarte stepped in. And for the record, i didn't know who the hell you were until I got to the IoA pal. Hate to bust your bubble. Jericho i remember seeing, he was commentating then though, along side Blair, thats when I won the first ever Blair-Jericho wrestling hour 30 man battle royal. You know the one, where I threw Lucios Jimmy whatever the fuck, Mike Van Pro, Bryan Adams, and several other over the top rope to win a shot for the CWF World Championship. And here's a newsflash, politics are part of the game baby, and if you don't like it, step away now with your dignity in tact. I did eliminate MVP from that Battle Royal, to earn the shot at Z-Pac, so again you are wrong in your assumptions of my trying to gain leverage without going through any contendors son. You were a curtain jerker, a worker, I didn't even know you were there or I would have gladly beaten you up along with everybody else in the CWF that I beat up. The only guy to ever beat me in a CWF match was Z-Pac. So , eat a dick, cause i wrestled in the CWF before your little jerking buddies ever made it out of the UWL, back when Jeff Jericho was still a Steve Austin look alike. And you are right Chris, at Cold Hard TRuth, it ends. Once and for all. It ends. **The scene fades out as Osbourne lights yet another bowl of his weak ass marijuana. Weak my ass, I'm stoned just sitting here narrorating.....** |
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