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| Your fears are becoming reality; One of them is true; The one that says I'm gonna whoop your masochistic ass. |
| **The scene opens to find Rob Osbourne soaking in his hotub, back in Nashville the day after Heatwave. His hotub is located in a greenhouse/Florida room style obstruction on the roof of his penthouse building on West End Avenue. Even on 39 degree days like today, he can put on his shades and soak "outside" in his indoor atrium of marijuana plants. He has the 42 inch plasma television mounted to the wall on the encore replay of UFC 40. He is watching the Tank Abbott against Frank Mir. The match lasts all of 42 seconds and the once lethal and vicious Abbott is tapping out as his leg nearly snaps.** Rob Osbourne: You know, my 'opponent' this week at Heatwave, the "king of hardcore" the "crown prince of pain" the "master of masochism" the former IoA everything Champion...Z-Pac is alot like the once great Tank Abbott. Z took his ball and went home last summer. Astonishingly, he vanished without a trace. No one heard hide nor hair of him. People quit talking about him. It was almost as if he never existed... But then when Chris Reinhardt finally has his moment in the sun, not only does Z-Pac come crawling back to the IoA from out of his crawl space, but he draws the Most Valuable Prophelactic and the "Golden Shower" family, the Jericho's all with him. But one thing I, and almost every other superstar in the locker room have noticed is, like Tank Abbott , Z-Pac my friend, you are slipping. Sure, you have an unbeaten track record since returning to the IoA; I would to if I were being hand fed opponents the way you have been. You haven't had a long match yet. You haven't had a "big one" since you returned to MY sport have you Z? You haven't REALLY returned to the sport of kings until you have a big match. And, since you did the favor for me back in the CWF when I came back, I will do the favor for you to. See, you have to lose this match Z-Pac. Otherwise your future in sports entertainment will be over. The fans will get tired of having you and your Boston cohorts forced down their throats every week like it was back when the Morally Vagrant Porpoise was calling the shots. And then they'll do what they did then...they'll turn the channel. Then it will spread to the stars in the back. They will get tired of the low payouts from house shows. They'll get sick of, even though the ratings are failing and the company lies in peril, the fact that you and your cronies are still in the Main Events, and still carrying as much gold as a 49er in the pioneer days. And then you and your bothersome brothel of bethrothed Boston ne'er do wells will skip town. That's the way this neverending story goes, right Z? That's how it was in the CWF. Me and Pledge, and the rest of the Russo Family came in town like gang busters, shooting anything in sight, smoking the enemy out of their caves. And what did you, the enemy do when we had you cornered? You ran away. Then it happened in the IoA. We came in and cleaned house, and then left for my brother Pledge to open the SAW to kill you pathetic bastards in the IoA off of the ratings map. When we invaded, that was when you left town Z...will you do it again? So , fittingly, I will finaly get the monkey off of my back and put you in your final resting place. And when I beat you Z, and take back the title I never lost {{OOC: I vacated the title, and then SickBoy was handed the gold that he lost to Z.}} and go on to become the next IoA Grand Slam winner what will you do? Will you take your proverbial ball and go back to bean town brother? Or will you be a man and except the realities you ramble of so frequently. The reality that I finally accepted when Pledge finally beat me; sometimes you're the bear, sometimes the bear gets you. Well, if that is indeed as true as it has been proven to be as of late....GROWLLLLL mother fucker, give me my belt! **The scene fades out as Osbourne watches the rest of the UFC encounter. When the scene comes back up from black we see Rob Osbourne standing at a familiar spot; next to the bar at The Nitemare Club, his downtown Nashville entertainment venue. He sips from a Heineken as the phone behind the bar rings. Page Steele, former professional wrestling protege of Rob's that suffered a career ending neck injury in the MWWF, and now manager of the club yells at Rob that the call is for him. Osbourne goes to the phone.** Rob Osbourne: This is Rob, can I help you? Voice: I know why the caged bird sings....beware the bats in the belfrey....when the shadows stir on Mount Valdemont, the creature loses its powers....beware...BEWAAAARRRREEEEEE!!!! **The caller hangs up and Rob looks at the phone puzzled. He dials *69 and a few minutes later a man sounding much like the current and for now, reigning IoA International Champion, Z-Pac.** Voice: Uhm...hello? Rob Osbourne: Z? Voice: Uh...uhm...no...(suddenly sounding like he is trying to disguoise his voice)...did my son phone you? I do apologize, he is a Vietnam Vet, and he is , well, how can I say, a bit dishevelled. Please, accept my apologies kind sir! Rob Osbourne: Right...whatever...you have lost your marbles haven't you dude? Quit sniffing the glue you pansy ass...what a fucking retard. Page, make sure you get caller ID put on this phone. Fucking children..... **FTB**. |
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