**Scene opens to find "The Nitemare" sitting in his hospital bed, still awaiting his release papers. He hasn't bother to endure the pain of putting on his pants; as his "member" is still swollen and bruised from the "enlargement" procedure. He is sitting in the most comfortable position he can find. As he stryggles to find an acceptable seating arrangement, the door opens and in walks an S.A.W. camera crew and several members of the wrestling media world. Osbourne shifts and pulls the covers to cover his "manhood" He clears his throat and begins to speak**

REPORTER: Mr. Osbourne, after the brutal attacks on you , perpetuated by the deceased Jeff Jericho Junior, do you still plan on pressing charges? NRO: Deceased? What are you talking about? I heard he was wrestling in the main event at HeatWave in the IoA. That's one sick joke to act like he's dead. REPORTER: Unfortunately Mr.Osbourne, while you have been here, in the hospital, Mr. Jericho was shot, twice, in the chest and the stomach outside of a small adult night club in Indonesia this past Saturday night. NRO: Really? Wow. No...I won't be pressing charges; I don't have the time to spend in court. In case you hadn't noticed, I am competing again, this time, it's the S.A.W. They have some big names over there, guys like Jimmy Blast, Scott Deville, and Shaun Hillard. But I'm a wash to win the world title, but of course, you people already knew that. REPORTER: Mr. Osbourne, what are your feelings on the recent additions of your brother , "The DayDreamer" Chris Osbourne, and the great Mike Van Pro? NRO: Okay, now you've gone loopy. Chris is in the S.A.W. now? Big deal, I've been whooping his ass for 17 years, and I can keep doing that. But what I cannot get over is you just tried to tell me that M.V.P. is in Supreme Action Wrestling? Come on, I know the sedation medicine makes you all high and shit, but the guy is dead for crying out loud. **Osbourne shudders for a moment and takes a deep breath.**

REPORTER: Well, he is on the roster given to the press Mr. Osbourne... NRO: Damnit! That changes everything.... **Osbourne, visibly upset, shoos the reporters from his room. As he begins to get dressed, in walks his life long personal physician, Doctor Rolf Von Heinreich**

DR: Robert, I vant to know your verabouts on Saturday evening! I came by here to check on your condition and you vere gone. The nurses were not avare of your absence, do not vorry, I did not alert them either. But I vant to know where you vent! NRO: Oh, Doc, I was hoping you wouldn't say that. You have been my personal physician for how long? 20 years? So I "vant" you to go back to your office in the states and pretend you never came by this room Saturday. I would hate to think what the media and the board of dirctors would think if they knew about your homosexual necrophelism rituals you carry on with the night shift morgue attendant. DR: You are disgusting. I vould hate to see vhat your father vould think of you! NRO: See Doc, that proves you know nothing about me, and you knew nothing about ole' Joe either. My dad would not only support my actions as of late, but he would have been proud of what I have done, and what I plan to do to change the face of the wrestling world in the next few weeks. You just make sure I pass my pre-employment drug screening in the S.A.W. and you have nothing to worry about. Should you change your mind and not come through, then I may have to have my people drudge up another of your many, many demons Doc. DR: Don't vorry, you vill pass any drug test given to you. You could pass a drug test while smoking a marivana cigarette. NRO Good, that's what I like to hear. Now get me the fuck out of here.

**As the doctor takes the discharge papers to the nurses desk, Osbourne finishes getting dressed. The nurses come in and read him his orders as he packs the last item in his bag. He walks to the desk and signs the paperwork. His nurse, now off duty steps up to the desk and asks him for his autograph for her grandson.**

** Osbourne decides to address the S.A.W. camera following him. He stops in the parking lot and tosses his bag in the purple Ferarri next to him. He tears off his shirt and tosses it in the car as he puts a hat on. He leans back on the rail with the Vandy park pond just behind him.** NRO: You know, for weeks I had been listening to that fossil, Jimmy Blast talk about how he is the rightful S.A.W. world champ. Funny Jimmy, I don't remember you being listed in the S.A.W. information packet released to the media as being the champ. It said -VACANT_ so i can only assume that you are talking about the "old" S.A.W. world title, the one they gave you as a keepsake of the days of yesteryear when you still had it in you to go out there and get the job done. You see Jimmy, once again, just like back in the land of Mo, you are letting that mouth of your write checks your ass can't cash, and now, you don't have me there to pay the bounce fees!

While I'm on the subject of tired ass mother fuckers letting their mouths overload their asses, who the dog fuck is this U.S.A. guy? I mean come on, haven't we seen this already? Haven't i beaten enough of you red, white, and blueball having butt pirates? I have to ask you "Commissioner" Pledge, did you sign this clown for sentimental purposes, or just for me to say I beat up another dumbass yanking the pride we ALL have in our country for a gimmick? Let's see here, who else do i need to address now that I am fully recovered? Oh yes....my little brother has once again reared his ugly head and wants to ride my coatails for old times sake, just like the Blaster. Chris, it is so sad. Can't you just let it go? You beat me one time man, one time. Sure, that may be an accomplishment  that Blast, Pledge, Deville, Hillard, even the ghost of M.V.P. can't lay claim to; but then again, how many people can? Jimmy Blast, Chris Osbourne, and moreover, Pledge and his prtege' U.S.A., I leave you this to remember.... **Osbourne gets in his Italian sportscar and turns the key, he pops on a cd, and the Godsmack tune "I Stand Alone" begins playing. Osbourne glances at the camera, flipping up the middle finger, then peeling out. Scene fades as Osbourne's logo floods the screen.**