Rob Osbourne searches for "The Nitemare" within

**The scene opens to 131st and Broadway in Brooklyn. Rob Osbourne and Vincent Torigianni are exiting a small wrestling training gym. Osbourne shakes Vincent's hand and thanks him for his time. As Vincent hales a cab, The Nitemare decides walking back to his hotel would be a good way to air out the thoughts that are racing through his mind. As he makes his way through the city, unlike Nashville, no one seems to recognize him and swarm him for an autograph. He begins hearing his deceased father's voice echoing in his head**

"Well, this is it Robbie boy, three days until Defiance. Three days until you have the golden opportunity once more. Will you take advantage of it, or will live up to your monicker and be a complete, horrific Nitemare?

What about Chris? Are you proud of yourself because your brother finally took the dive for you like you did for him four year ago? Are you going to be there for him like he was there for you last week Robert? Or will you just get stoned and drunk and as your grandmother says 'just piss it up a wall?'

You have some serious thinking to do son, and I only hope you conquer your demons by Saturday, or that Torigianni boy is going to put you to sleep, and you will have an eternity of Badd Dreams then, won't you boy?"

**As Osbourne rounds a corner he comes across a large Gold's Gym, he decides that he could use a little musclular work out to get ready for the muscle bound lumoxes he is facing this weekend. He heads in the front door and approaches the recpetionist desk. he notices the young lady working the registration area is on the phone. He leans against the counter and waits for her to finish what she is doing. A few moments later he decides he has waited long enough.**

NRO: Ahem..

WOMAN: OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU'RE ROB OSBOURNE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NRO: Ya think? Hey, you have to be a member atthis location to use the facilities, or will a Nashville membership card get me in?

WOMAN: OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!! YOU'RE ROB OSBOURNE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NRO: Yeah, you said that already. So, can I partake of your facilities?

WOMAN: You can partake of anything you want Mr. Osbourne!!!

NRO: Well, now that's the best thing I've heard from a local yet! Which way to your nautlilus equipment?

WOMAN: The locker room is through those doors to the left, and the aerobics center is to the right. The weight training room is located up those stairs right there, or you can use the elevators over there.

NRO: Thanks sweet tits.

WOMAN: OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU CALLED ME SWEET TITS!!!!!!

**Rob gives her his trademark "oooh la la" grin and heads towards the elevators as the young woman faints at her post. He pushes the button on the elevator. A few moments later the doors open. He begns to enter the elevator and the voice of his father echoes once more in his head.**

"God damn it boy, didn't you hear anything I said to you? Take the stairs, you lazy fuck. For once, STOP TAKING THE EASY WAY OUT!!!!!!"

**He chuckles under his breath at the "words" of his late father and proceeds towards the stairs. Once he gets to the top floor he enters the weight training room and chooses a lat workout machine. He looks around and notices he is in the room alone. To his right is a surround sound stereo system. He decides to play a little music to "motivate" himself. He pops open his bag and pulls out a pack of cd's. The disc he removes is none other than the band that he has signed a licensing deal with to use their hit song "I Stand Alone" as his entrance msuic, Godsmack. As his theme music kicks in he begins to pump the iron. As the bridge loops in he begins sweating profusely. His eyes are wide open but he is s"seeing" a virtual highlight reel of his career playing in his mind. First he is in the Main Event at the 1997 MWWF Stayin' Alive Pay Per View against long time rival, the Maniac, battling for the World Championship, As his arm is lifted in victory , the scene changes to him defeating SAW commissioner, Pledge Alligence for the EWA Universal Championship, then to him defeating Pledge again in the EWA, then to him defeating Pledge in the TWO, then to him defeating Pledge in the CWF. Then, the scene turns "unfriendly" as he is attacked by Chris Reinhradt in the IoA, then to him getting hit by the hummer in the IoA, again, by Chris Reinhardt. As he pumps the weights intensely his cell phone rings.**

NRO: Talk to me, it's your dime.

VOICE: Mr. Osbourne, this is PWN reporter Ira Flemingstone, are you available to cut a promo for PWN Friday Night Fury? We are spotlighting your attempt to regain your World Championship form.

NRO: Yeah, sure, I'm at the Gold's Gym on....

VOICE: Look in front of you Mr. Osbourne, PWN always knows where the hottest stars in the wrestling world are.

**The Nitemare looks up to see a camera crew exiting the elevator and beginging to set up shop. He continues his work out while they finish setting up. While he is in the middle of a set the camera man decides to start rolling. Osbourne takes advantage of the chance to show his peers, who are faithful viewers of PWN Firday Night Fury, that he does indeed train.**

NRO: What we have here is a clash of titans indeed. On opposite sides of the ring we have two of the most celebrated and decorated tag team competitors to ever grace the squared circle. Problem is, this ain't a tag match boys. While I will argue your cases any day that you are the top two dogs ever to go tag, you HAVE to admit that I am to singles comeptition what Hellstone and Donovan are to tag competition.

Here's the clincher for the both of you. While you are used to having that partner to tag in, I'm used to, as the song says "Standing Alone" and when you climb in to my world Saturday night, there won't be a Simon Styles to make the save. No Vincent to give you a breahter, just a Nitemare unloading every damned thing he has on both of you. Do either one of you have the "intestinal fortitude" as the great commentators of the past have called it, to get past the likes of THE single most hated man in sports entertainnment, or will you just be sent off to dreamland, courtesy of the Badd Dream?

But seriously, let's assess the both of you , just for old times sake.

Shawn "Hellstone" Hillard. I have been up and down that road with you more than Simon boy. Hell, I remember the night that Molten Lava poured out their hot volcanic ash on you and Simon's asses to the point where you lost the EWA Tag titles. I also recall a certain Scott Deville who you just never had the gumsion to get a "W" over Shawn. Unlike me, who beat him cleanly last week.

One thing I do know is this, you like to hit the sauce harder than Jimmy Blast after a loss. Tell ya what Hellstone, I'll have fifteen cases of MGD delivered to your locker room so you can drown your sorrows in the slow aged Barley and Hops ale, mkay?

But what about the beheamoth that we both must worry about ten fold, Donovan Torigianni? I've known this kid since he was as green as J.T. Watterson. God, I gave him and his brother their first big break in the NCW. Jesus H. Christ, come to think of it, I'm spoon feeding you classic material right now cutting a promo in a gym huh D?

Well big D, you can rest assured that unlike Paul "The Animal" Pipp and Billy "The Kid" Rusnock, better known as fifteen time UWL Tag Team champions, Power 'N Glory, I won't just stand here and threaten to kick your ass, I'll do it!!!

But I digress. Hellstone and Torigianni aren't going to be my biggest hurdles in this match I fear. I have an inkling that this special guest ref that Pledge is appoitning is going to be some two bit pompous jackhole that I have ran out of this business at least twice before. I say bring it on, the more the merrier. I welcome the challenge.

See, this isn't the Rob Osbourne you used to drink Heinekens and eat canolli with Donovan. And Shawn, this isn't the same Nitemare you used to get beat by on EWA SuperPop for Sony Playstation either.

Like Wes Craven, this is a "new" Nitemare. Improved for the next generation. Repackaged, Refueled. Remotivated by a burning desire to finally do it right.

My dad said something to me one time that I will never forget. He said "Robbie, don't forget to change the oil every three thousand miles."

You know, that's the ticket peeps. What? You don't quite get my drift? Look at it like this. I had been running non-stop in the IoA, flying from third world country to third world country, wrestling five days a week. It's almost like they were trying to kill me (sarcasm).

But they didn't do it did they? Hell no they didn't, all they did was make me realize that it was time to "change the oil" if you will. Out with the old, in with the new. In the IoA, I ran with two different groups. I came in a Russo, and left a UA member. While Don Russo is smart enough to sign a copyright law, Z-Fuc isn't quite as bright, too many singapore cane shots to the head I guess. So you know what I did to reinvent myself SAW fans? I had the name "Unholly Alliance" copyrighted. Yes indeed, the new UA is here. But who all is in it? I think it's obvious that T-Money and my brother Chris are in, but who else? Jimmy Blast will tell ya , there's always got to be a fourth member!

Alas, who should I interview for the open slot in the SAW UA? How about that prick, Trent Davidson? Trent, Trent, Trent. You knew well enough to keep your mouth shut while we were both touring rice fields together in the IoA. You knew to keep your mouth shut when you got here. But what you failed to do is realize that when you talk about my family, you may as well be talking to me.

You want to call my brother, who has won more championships than you could begin to fantisize about, retarded? Oh my God Trent, really, don't you have anything better than that man? That's like the pot calling the kettle black. Actually, now that I think about it, it's more like walking up to our decorated commissioner and saying "How's it going Champ?"

You seem to get along with the Russo Family quite well Trent. You fit the bill all right, your head's in your ass, and your girl is sneaking to my dressing room while you are working the mid card, relieving my "pre-match tension" if you know what I mean. Ah, Trixie, it's time you came clean with Pledge and told him about that night in Auburn at Edge's party after Stayin' Alive in 1998.

With that said, I leave you all with this. When the smoke clears, and reality sets in, will you be able to say you were there? Will you be able to say you knew Rob Osbourne would do it?

I doubt it, just like all of you are doubting me.

Life is paiN

See you in Cincy boys.

**The camera crew exits as Osbourne towels off. FTB.**

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