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| **The scene opens to find "The Nitemare" seated at a table in the VIP section of the Nitemare Club in downtown Nashville, Tennessee. With him are Shane Hillard, Too Xtreme, El Pollo Loco, his cousin "The Saint" Tim Osbourne, and his brother "The DayDreamer" Chris Osbourne. They are all discussing their impending and inevtible victory over team IoA at Season's Beatings, and in the coming week's on their personal battlefields. Shane Hillard is speaking as we arrive, let's listen in, shall we?** |
| Shane Hillard: Hey Rob, this pary is off the fucking charts dude! NRO: Yeah, i hear ya, when you are as good as I am, as smart as I am, as charming as I am, and as rich as I am, then everything I do is, as you say "off the charts." El Pollo Loco: Hey vato, what's up with that big freak, MOD yo? I got's to tag with that big maricon this week against T-Money and Reinsomething...can I count on that esse? NRO: One never knows which direction or where the Master will turn. It's a pretty safe bet though, as much as Reinhardt, the IoA World Champion, will try, he will spend most of his time on that sell out turncoat, T-Money. El Pollo Loco: But I thgouht they were tag partners? NRO: They are my little Spanish Fly, but they are both so god damned arrogant that they will try killing each other instead of worrying about their opponents. That's why he is a fake champion. Paper Champ at best. I Am the AIW World Heavyweight Champion, and I will also become the IoA International Champion. "Too Extreme" Eric Badger: Woiw there Nitemare Robbie Rob, but I AM going to be the International Champion. Shane Hillard: Hey, fuck you bopth, that belt is as good as mine man! NRO: Ladies, ladies. Remember, what matters is that we bring it hom to the AIW. More than likely, no matter how much any of us want to admit it, Donovan Torigianni will walk out of this tournament with the championship. But should he lose sight of the task at hand for one iota of a millsecond, I will seize that belt, and you all remember who brought you to the dance, and you make sure you check your ego's at the door, because if any of you ICONS in training think that I will take the slightest break on you because you are part of the AIW are sadly mistaken. I will rape, pillage, and plunder my way to that title, do you all understand? DCO: Only because I'm retired old man... **They all start laughing at the remark by Chris Osbourne. Rob's cell phone rings and he excuses himself from the festivities to take the call in his office in the back of the club.** NRO: Hey dollface...what's up? This dick if you rub it enough...oh you don't think it would take that much for you huh? You come to me this time....no butts, i can't take much more of that great fucking melting pot you call home....no, I really don't care who finds out...what? Him? Please....ok, ok, ok....O...K...I'll see you whn I get there...when?...i don't know, I'll hollar at you if I show up at all this week in the Big Apple....ok...later. **The Nitemare ends the call and heads out the door of the office to return to the club when he notices playing on the big screen at the bar, the recent comments that aired on late night IoA programming by his, I guess, second cousin, Matt Osbourne, Jr. Just as Matt's comments end, Rob notices a PWN Camera crew heading through the front dors of the club. He tries to conceal himself but realizes they are here t interview Eric Badger, Shane Hillard, and Tim osbourne, who will all be opponents next week at Antidote. Rob laughs and notifies the managers that he is leaving. As he heads out the door he motions to the boys to enjoy themselves and hops in his purple Ferarri. As the tires smoke up most of 2nd Avenue, Rob throws it in first and take sof around the corner. He arrives at his penthouse , 8 miles away on West End avenue in 11 seconds. He speeds into the parking garage hitting speed bumps at 52 MPH. He jerks up on the hand break and spins the Italian sports car to a hault between the yellow stripes. He heads into the building and takes the elevators up to Suite 420. The answering machine is flashing with the numeral 3. Rob pushes play on them as he backs a bowl in his new Chinese bong given to him by Lu Yen as a family appreciation gift.** -FIRST MESSAGE- Left today at 8:57 p.m. December 16, 2002... "Hey sexy it's me, i was wanting to ride Space Mountain before i head back up North, but I am already at the airport. I'm calling you on your cell....bye..." -SECOND MESSAGE- Left today at 9:48 p.m. December 16, 2002... "Robbie...what's up man, this is Paul, hey give me a call, me and the Kid want to talk business with you, give me a shout..." -THIRD MESSAGE- Left todat at 10:52 p.m. December 16, 2002... **Osbourne glances at a wall clock to see the message must have been left as he was walking through the front doors.** "Hey faggot....it's me. So look man, I don't know what the fuck you and that bitch's deal is, but I was the whole god damned show when the AIW went off the air you asshole. I flip on some UHF channel last night and what do I see? An AIW Invasion on the IoA? But who forgot to call me? Who forgot to get a hold of the most violent, most deviant, most evil man in this business today whn you decided to have your little coming out party? nobody. That's who. You had better hope you call me by midnight, because some jerkoff named Paul Blair just called me up today, and he wants me to be on team IoA. I'm all about treating the AIW as a family, but rob, you and the rest of the world knows what i do to family, so you had better call me!" **The Nitemare's face goes blank and he coughs on the smoke as he clears the chamber of the chinese herbal pipe. He quickly hits call back on his answering machine. A few rings occur until a voice is heard....** Male Voice: Yeah? NRO: Kerry, baby, what's up? **The scene fades out as Rob Osbourne walks into the kitchen. But it doesn't end here. No, time passes. The following morning the sun is seen peering through the thick Turkish tapestries serving as curtains in the windows of Penthouse 420. Rob Osbourne walks out of his bedroom in a black and purple striped pair of bikini underwear. He opens the fridge and pulls out a carton of Orange Juce and takes a long swalow from the carton. He swishes it around in his mouth and then gulps it down. He peers in the open fridge, still holding the Oj, and pulls out with his other hand a bottle of SKYY Vodka. He twists the cap off and pours the fifth into the half a carton of Oj and shakes it up and downs it. He sits down at the table and rolls a spliff. As he is lighting the marijuana cigarette his home phone rings. He decides that before noon is too early to do business and lets the machine get it...** 'Hey, you've reached Rob Osbourne, I'm not in right now, cause the truth is, I'm probably either so high, i can't find the phone, or I'm banging your sister or your wife, but either way, I ain't pickin' up the phone so leave a message, say your prayers, and take your vitamins, and I MAY call you back...' "Hey Rob, it's Matt, Tim gave me your number man, I hope its all right to give you a hollar. I'd really like to sit down and talk to you man, if you could give me a call at 555-5785, I would apreciate it." **Rob puffs away on his first blunt of the day as the phone rings again..** 'Hey, you've reached Rob Osbourne, I'm not in right now, cause the truth is, I'm probably either so high I can't find the phone, or I'm banging your sister or your wife, but either way, I ain't pickin' up the phone so leave a message, say your prayers, and take your vitamins, and I MAY cal you back...' "Hey Rob, it's Donovan, pick up the fucking phone asshole, it's almost noon, and that's plenty early to get the phone. come on you fucking prick, answer the phone....look ass hole, I'm on a plane to New York, if I have to I'll turn the son of a bitch around and come straight to your house..." **NRO rushes to the phone and jerks up the receiver.** NRO: D, what is up big man? Donovan: You tell me Rob, what's these rumors I've been hearing? NRO: (nervously) What rumors man? I don't know what you're talking about? Donovan: I'm talking about you saying I was going to win that title. I really appreciate you having the balls to admit who the man is, it's big of you Rob, really.... NRO: Oh, well, that's sweet isn't it? You still have to beat me you genetic freak! Hey, fool me once shame on you, fool me twice, shame on you again, fool me three times, shame on me! Donovan: No, dumbass, it's fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice shame on me, jesus, how high are you already? NRO: Hey, don't worry about that. Listen, i got a call last night from Kerry Collins, and he's fucking pissed off that he wasn't called for a gig. Donovan: Oh really? I thought you and Christina both went up to Minnesota together to try and find him? NRO: Oh yeah, uhm, we did man, but like we said, he wasn't at his house. Anyway, he may show up at Antidote this week. Donovan: God it sounds good doesn't it? NRO: Yeah dude, it does. But look, I heard that you were concerned about the rest of my family. Should we worry about your family as well? Donovan: What, Vince? No way dude, he's doing his little "my time" thing. x-Rated is mediocre at best, and you can bet your ass they will pay for ruining that suit of christina's, that was a Versace. NRO: Hey man, I gotta go there's somebody at my door. Later. Donovan: Later my friend. **Rob hangs up the phone and opens the front door. In walks the mysterious shadow woman. she grabs a hold of his Lance corporal, partially exposed in the snug fitting bikini's. She slams him up against the wall as she lowers her panties and slides him inside of her...FTB.** |
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