| Sphere 2: A night spent drunk in jail waiting for your lwayer to show up. |
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| ...you grab the second sphere and it morphs into a monitor. The scene that opens shows the IoA World Champion, Rob Osbourne shirtless, drunk and stoned out of his mind, being booked at the downtown Nashville Police Precinct nearest the Nitemare Club on 2nd avenue. Apparently as :The Eternal Heel" and his two distinguished mystery guests at the Nitemare Club were on their way to Rob's now infamous purple Ferarri when a Chris Reinhardt fan yelled from across the street while waiting in line for a different club. Suddenly, as if we are in a bad Tarentino film, we are taken back in time to that moment.... |
| ReinFan: Hey Osbourne, The RiverDragon is gonna kick your ass pal, and you know it! That's why you are partying til the End, you fucking loser! You fucking scumbag! Fuck you Rob Osbourne, fuck you in your stupid ass! Rob Osbourne: Oh yeah kid? You think so? What's he gonna do to me that hasn't been done in the past? Is he gonna make me bleed sonny jim? Is he gonna bust me up and split me open? Good. Cause it's about fucking time one of those useless pieces of shit in the IoA locker room actually give me a match! Fuck man, I haven't been truely tested in the IoA yet! Donovan Torigianni was intense, but let's face it, that was really an AIW matter that never gt solved in the AIW. No infact, not since my much balley hooed feud with Z-Pac in June of last year have I been taken to the limit. Many have suggested they would accompany me to the brink of physical endurance, but what happened every time? I fucked them in their stupid asses. I beat Reinhardt in a cage, and that's still not good enough for you fucking IoA fans? Fuck you, fuck the IoA, and fuck its fans, I just want their money. And as the World Champin, wether you liie it or not, I get a financial cut of everything! So suck my cock you little nimwit bastard! No, you know what, you fucking big man, youw ant to talk shit abut what you THINK Reinhardt will do to me, I think I'll go you one better you fucking fuck! How about I do to you what I plan on doing to him, huh? You want a piece of me you little prick? You think YOU got what it takes bitch? |
| The larger of the two men accompanying Mr. Osbourne grabs him by the shoulder and says "No Rob, don'tdo it, he's a punk kid....it isn't worth it man." But Osbourne doesn't listen, being the egotistical prick that he is, he clotheslines the kid, who by all regards is probably 19 or 20, but he's maybe a buck fifty, and that's soaking wet. When Osbourne clotheslines him, you can almost hear the vertebrae snapping as the kids head pops back and he hits the ground with a sickening thud. Osbourne walks to the kid, puling off his shirt and throwing it at him. He pulls the kid up and delivers a reversed knife edged chop to the young man's chest. Some of the other drunken redneck Nashvill fans in lie to get into Osbourne's club begin yelling "WHOOOOOO!" as Osbourne delivers each reversed knife edge chop, for a total of 5. Osbourne grabs the kid and rips his shirt off, the young man's chest is red and has large raised red welts across it. By this time the sounds of coming sirens can be heard, but evidentally they fall deaf on the ears of Rob Osbourne. He pulls the kid up and spits in his face and shouts at him "Fuck Chris Reinhardt, fuck him in his stupid ass!" and then delivers a Badd Dream DDT on the sidewalk, in what would later be revealed a blow that fractures that kids skull....calm down, the kid lives. Barely, and he accepts a fat cash settlement from Osbourne in order to drop the charges. Money may not buy love, but it does buy freedom in the Good Ole US of A. Again, very Tarentino like, we get transported back to our opening scene, where Rob Osbourne is sitting in a jail cell waiting for his lawyer to arrive. Once he does the guard opens Osbournes cell and he walks out with th lawyer. they go out and the lawyer offers to drive Rob home. They talk o the way, and that is where we join them now. |
| Jack Mason: Cute stunt Rob. Fuck you're lucky you have so much godamned money you know that? That kid could have died you crazy son of a bitch! Rob Osbourne: Oh if that isn't the pot calling the kettle black! You fucking crucified people in the ring Mason, don't give me that shit. Why'd it take you so long to get down there? Jack Mason: Don't judge me you prick! Rob Osbourne: Oh, I would never judge you Jackie! I just want to know where you were man, that's all, honest! Jack Mason: I was getting rid of "Tina." Rob Osbourne: Isn't Tina that hooker you been fucking on the side? Jack Mason: Well, I was. Then that bitch cut me off. She said she couldn't handle the Jack-O-nator anymore. She was whining something about bleeding and being all sore and stretched out. Rob Osbourne: So what happened? You said you had to get rid of her, sound more like she got rid of you man! Jack Mason: Oh no, I tied the bitch up upside down. You know, like the GNR song "Pretty tied up, hanging upside down!" anyway, I tied her up, upside down, raped her, then slit her throat and watch her shake til her eyes closed. Then I fucked her again, then I dumped her body in the cumberland river. It was pretty fucking sick man! Rob Osbourne: You are twisted dude. How to you get away with this shit man? Jack Mason: I'm a fucking lawyer now Robbie my boy, lawyers can do anything, the law doesn't apply to lawyers, we're like, exempt or something man! It's the best job I've ever had! Rob Osbourne: Wouldn't you say being a lawyer is more of a career than a job Jack? You stupid son of a bitch! Jack Mason: No Robbie, careers are forever, jobs are there for you until you quit them. You don't get fire froma career, you get fired from jobs. Wrestling, that's a career. I'm a retired wrestler, that WAS my career. Most guys when they retire, they are like 65 and then they take jobs at Wal Mart as greeters to pass the time and see people...well, I made about fifteen times as much money in half the time as those 65 year old guys, so i retired at 30. Instead of greeting at Wal Mart, I pass the time by sending innocent men to rprison for crimes they didn't commit and getting known felons such as yourself off scott free every day! I love this country and it's wonderful laws that rotect the rich and the corrupt, yet falsely shed hope on the meek and the timid! Survival of th fittest baby, that's what I always say! |
| The screen flashes to a shot of them driving off laaughing as the monitor morphs back into the sphere, you reach out and grab it.... |
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