**Scene opens to the corner of 21st and West End Ave. in Nashville, Tennessee. From the panoramic camera view we can see the supreme architecture of the conodminium building in front of us. The gargoyles on the roof are perfectly sculpted to depict the hidden, subtle ferocity of the man that owns the building, the resident of penthouse #57, S.A.W. future World Champion, "The Nitemare" Rob Osbourne. A gathering of loyal "Dreamers" are lined up around the perimiter of the building, awaiting a glimpse of their cocky, arrogant icon. The camera follows the trail of Osbourne up to his home. The inside walls fo the building are an off white motiff of vinyl. The flooring is a similar color of marble texture. The camer enters the glass elevator that takes them to Osbourne's private floor, floor number five. There are several doors on this floor; some to the gym, others to more "risque" areas. We head to #57 and rap gently on the door. A red-eyed unshaven Osbourne opens the door and invites us in. He is dressed in typical Rob Osbounre Monday - Friday wear, a tailor made Italian sports coat. As we enter the room he  takes off his sports coat and tosses it on an arm chair near the front door. His hair is pulled back in a tight pony tail, as professionally possible for long hair. We follow Osbourne's lead and take a seat on the brown leather sofa. He decides to bypass any questions we had and looks visibly pissed off. He just starts unloading as soon as our cameraman says rolling.**

NRO: You know life is funny sometimes. One day you're on, the next day you're off. That has never been the case for the Nitemare though. I have ansaciable appetite for competition. And while verbally baraging Jimmy Blast may bring me some personal satisfaction, it is not the point of focus. You see I intend on showing the world via the marks here in the S.A.W. that I am STILL the best damned performer this industry has to offer today! You know, guys like this U.S.A. and Jimmy Blast, they continue to dwell on the feelings of the past. Me, I'm from the stock of champions, ALWAYS going forward; their is no money in the past. With that being said, I would be a fool if I were to not address the Crooked Heel, "Devious" Scott Deville!!! Scott, what happened to you man? I remember the days when Scott Deville would have signed those two pubescent panty sniffers backsides with his foot. You going soft Deville? Years of the Hardcore style finally catching up to your body? Cause it must have taken over your mind. The best thing you HAD going for you was the fact that you were on my good side, a man I respect. I am hoping your statements about me, and you being able to "move me forcefully" , were merely an oversight. I think you and i both know the truth Scott, you are a Hardcore wrestler, and a damned good one that made me alot of money with that feud with the late "Chamber" in Nitemare Championship Wrestling, but Scott, you also scared away fans, fans with money. And instead you and "Chamber" attracted those little broke piss ants like the two cock mongers hounding you for a glossy 8X10 while you were trying to read the paper. Kids like that have to save their paper route money for weeks just to get from Malden to Boston and buy a ticket. What are they good for? Making you want to hurt yourself to please them? Fuck that shit, give me the big titties bitches and the beer swilling men, they spend their paychecks at a show on my merchandise, while being easily pleased by an athletic wrestling contest. Who gives a shit if someone takes a huge bump. I love to quote the classics, movies, songs, books, and the like. I think the lesson you need to learn Scott is one of poignant ecclectic fame , "I predict that in the future, every person will have their fifteen minutes of Fame"- Andy Warhol. Don't get me wrong Devious One, I think you are worthy of at least a half hour, but only "The Nitemare" knows the way to market, sell, and push you. Too bad we have to be enemies Scott. We could have made an interesting combination. How many more times will we be "this close" to joining forces only to have the door shut in our face like back in the AWF, when you and I were going to form an Alliance that would make the IoA's Unholly Alliance shudder with fear, "The Crooked Heel Society" Ah, the countless squandered opportunities. Deville, play your cards right, stay out of MY way, and know your role in the S.A.W., and I will spare you when i bring forth MY brand of judgement!!! Now if you people don't mind, I have an adoring public to entertain. And I need to get this old ZOO TV title to the Tennessee Pro Wrestling Museum opening tonight nxt door to the G.A.C. **The Nitemare shows us to the door, in part I'm sure to greet his fans, but in the back of my mind , I cannot remiss the fact that he knows we will film him, and he loves the camera almost as much as the camera loves him. A few moments later he emerges from behind the closed door in a new outfit, putting on trademark Oakley's as he follows us out the door  grabing  his ZOO TV Universal championship belt. As we exit the doors first and file through the crowd, he steps out to a frenzy of flashbulbs, holding his most prized title high in the air, FTB**