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Robert "The Omega" Main · (09-28-2019)

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Robert are you in there? Robert? Drew texted me. He’s worried. Frankly, we all are. Robert?

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My hands gripped the bottle as I made my way towards the door, my eyes swiveling towards the back of my head as I feel my head begin to throb. I tilted my head forward stumbling as I took another long swig of the dark substance that affected me. I sigh as the walls of the hotel room become part of a funhouse, changing in a blink of an eye. My breath was the underlying cause of the smell of alcohol that entered my nostrils, my mouth was sore from the amount of alcohol that I poured down my throat. As I get to the door I drop to one knee clearing my throat as I stand up. I open the door seeing Ned.

Robert are you okay? Have you been drinking?

Uh, yeah, I have kid. I drink all the time, this should be common knowledge by now. (Robert chuckles underneath his breath) In fact, I was drinking and going to pound town all night if you want me to be honest with you. But I’m fine though. Just a rough patch that’s all.

Ned braces himself on his crutches eyeing a pair of black high heeled shoes and red panties on the floor. Robert notices Ned looking around asking him in.

I let off some steam last night kid that’s all. She’s still in bed. Cocktail waitress. Hell, even Page thought it was a good idea.

Ned gives Robert an odd look

Page is gone, Robert. He packed his things and left. Are you okay? Maybe you should put the bourbon down huh?

Yeah.. I’ll do that. Oh, and never mind what I just said about Page. I’m just pissed I never got to finish him off the proper way. Ya know? In a body bag.

The past is the past best leave it there huh? So… Bob, you do remember we have an autograph signing event downstairs in a few hours?

Ah… I forgot.. Hey uh… How’s the head? I heard you were down for several days. Kangaroos don’t mess around just ask Drew? He got his ass whooped by one last time he and I were down under. He seems to attract insanity.

The heads getting better thanks for asking Robert. I was down for a few that’s for sure. The leg is what I’m worried about.

Robert leers down at Ned’s leg in an air cast

How’d that happen?

I took an awkward fall when I was kicked in the head.

It broke?

Not sure looking to get a second opinion.

Robert nods scratching his beard

Always a great idea. Tell me about the date.

Robert stumbles towards the bathroom

How did you know?

I know about everything kid. Drew! Gossip queen.

It was good. But I don’t kiss and tell.

Robert reaches out patting Ned on the shoulder smiling

Ned you are a good man. Never change, and I mean that kid. You are something I could never be. Genuine, a future Universal Champion and I mean that. Now me, on the other hand, I do kiss and tell. She’s in bed if you want to take a quick peek.

No. I’m okay..

Okay.. Listen I need as much freaking coffee we can get. We're in a casino, so do me a favor order room service, get whatever you’d like. Get us coffee, migraine medication and OJ! (Robert points at Ned) Not OJ Simpson though. The juice is loose kid. He seems to get wacky in casinos. Remember that! I’m going to hop in the shower and try to start sobering up.

What if your guest wakes up?

Order her some breakfast.. I’m not Derek Jeter, I don’t hand out gift baskets.

HAIL SATAN!!!

Robert quickly turns pushing Ned against the wall

What did you just say?

Ned replies stunned

Okay? I said okay?

For a moment Robert stares at Ned unsure then pats him on the shoulder once more shutting the bathroom door behind him.

What was that? I stepped into the shower, toes flinching as they touched the chilled ceramic floor. My mind was in shreds I turned the dial releasing thousands of steaming hot droplets. The water pours down, it drips by my side, as my mind fades into dullness and everything is a foggy illusion. The sensation of the steamy water calms me; it takes my mind off things. Closing my eyes to the water as the heat soaks into my skin, I lean against the cool tiles as my weak legs threaten to buckle. The shower curtain is ripped back and I don't even flinch, engrossed as I was with the water cascading down my body and massaging muscles long past cramped.

Morning.

Who’s the weird guy out there on crutches witch the soccer mom haircut?

Robert grins

That’s Ned. He’s a good kid. He ordering room service?

He is and he’s ordering a lot.

Good I hope you are hungry. How was last night?

Her lips parted as she inhaled deeply, the site was a turn on for her. The water dripped down his hair softly. And the drops slowly made their way to his body and the perfect abs he had.

I had a great time. I hope we can do it again. I can’t stay for breakfast though; my shift starts in an hour or so. But I have time for a quickie in the shower.

I’ve always got time for a quickie.

Breakfast

Robert gazed at the eggs, ham and piles of fried potatoes as he twisted the top off a bottle of medication tossing a few pills in his mouth. He then washes them down with a bottle of Pepto-Bismol. Ned focuses on the fruit that’s sitting on ice to keep it chilled as a basket of freshly baked biscuits is placed on the table. The air is thick with the scent of coffee. Robert’s drug of choice after a long night of overindulgence. Robert took a sip of his coffee, as a fleeting expression on his face showed malcontent, yet soon he was smiling broadly once more as if nothing was wrong at all.

She didn’t have to go, Robert, I could have left.

Robert shakes his head before speaking

No, she had to go kid. She had work this morning.

I hate to cut right to business but…..

But what? Spit it out.

Robert a lot of people are concerned about you going into this match with Soldier. Physically, mentally and emotionally.

Robert takes another sip of coffee turning his nose up

That so?

Don’t take this the wrong way. We just don’t want anything to happen to you that’s all. We are friends Robert, brothers. If there was ever a time to step out and regroup now would be it. No one would fault you. We all understand.

I may be down, but I’m not out. Listen, Ned, we all know what this match is going to be. Blood and guts, whoever is the last man standing bull shit walks away as Champion. This is going to be my last match regardless of what happens. The only damn thing that I can guarantee is this. After I’m done with Soldier there won’t be much left.

Are you serious about leaving the company? XWF needs you around Robert. You are the white knight, the line in the sand.

I used to be those things. Now I’m just going to be Robert Main. Ned, I’m very serious. I’m done. I’ve been used and abused for the very last time. This company needs new heroes to look up to new role models, and you fit the bill kid. One can only be a hero for so long, eventually becoming a villain. I don’t want that for myself. You can lead the company someplace I never could. You have a moral compass, you’re a man of his word. Ned, I can teach you everything in the world about wrestling and what it takes to be a great Champion. But you don’t need any of that kid.

Robert points to his heart several times

It’s all about what’s in here, and Ned you have it. You’ve had it from day one. You’ve got to change things from the inside., and when you become Universal Champion that’s where you start.

I don’t know what to say..

You don’t need to say anything. What I need you to do is make me a promise.

Sure anything.

No matter what happens in this match promise me you’ll not interfere. No matter the circumstance. I’m going to ask the same of Raven, Centurion and Drew. Can you do that for me?

Ned nods

Okay, now the second thing is a favor. If I lose to Soldier, cash in.

Ned becomes anxious

My leg? I don’t know? Robert, are you being serious?

Ned once I’m done with him a man with two broken legs could pin him for a three count.

I’m not sure?

Kid this is a favor. You don’t have to do this. If I cannot win at Relentless, the last thing I’d like to see leaving this company whether it’s on a stretcher or I’m walking up the ramp for the last time. Is you holding the Universal Championship you have that right? You are one of the hardest workers this company has. That case is your ticket, don’t be afraid to cash in! You were the one who beat out 5 other people to get the right to be called Mr. 24.7. Soldier thinks we are playing checkers, and this is fucking chess. He’s in checkmate and doesn’t even realize it. This is your moment kid. If I fail pick the ball up and run with it. Take this company from the darkness back to the light. If I fail I need you to right the wrongs I could not. It’s a heavy burden Ned, but your shoulders can handle it. You’ve proven to me without a doubt you can dig deep and get those hands dirty. Will you do this for me? Sometimes you have to take a leap of faith kid.

I’ll do it!

Autograph Signing

Announcer: Introducing first Mr. 24/7 himself The "Notorious" Ned Kaye!

As Ned hobbles out on stage the cheers erupt like an auditory volcano. Robert watches from behind the curtain as Ned plays to the crowd. It’s all quiet one second and then deafening the next, rising to a crescendo and then falling to a trickle as Ned takes a seat awaiting his stablemate.

CHRIS PAGE- “The big entrance. You ready MAIN?”

I don’t need this shit right now.

Announcer: And now, the man who will face the Unknown Soldier at Relentless! A former Tag Team Champion! The former and second longest-reigning Universal Champion ROBERT “THE OMEGA” MAIN!

Robert walked out onto the stage scanning the crowd, he stops mid-way waving to the crowd as the fans go completely bonkers cheering their hero on.

CHRIS PAGE- “That announcer said a word that peeked my interest. Former!”

Screw you Page.

CHRIS PAGE- “What’s wrong Main? That bother you being called a former Champion? Or how about the fact you were screwed? It makes you sick deep down in the pit of that stomach that these people cannot see the truth behind what happened to you? How management you grabbed that spear for so many times in the past to fight off all the things that went bump in the night? How they fed you to the wolves, and didn’t bat an eyelash? How they were more concerned with change and appeasing a man who has been missing for years. This is all a marketing strategy so those fans that cheer you empty their wallets watching their hero chase after the bad guy. They endorsed this to make a quick buck Main.”

Suddenly time stops as Robert begins processing what Page is saying about the fans. His eyes become an angry shield and sword. Robert turns facing page his eyes grew narrow, rigid, and cold. Page drew in a deep breath, as Robert’s burning hard stare would last only as long as it took him to think of the most brutally cutting thing he could tear Page down with but that didn’t happen. What happened next surprised even Robert.

CHRIS PAGE- “Did I strike a nerve there MAIN? Now I see what drives you, it isn’t anger, it isn’t revenge or even the Championship itself. It’s them. Those people that fill the seats, the ones that scream your name it’s them. Now your tucking tail like a grad a pussy saying you are going to retire. Soldier is going to send you packing like a bitch. You should be raising hell about this. You should be seething ass mad. You are still a dog on a leash MAIN! Let loose. Stop being their puppet and turn their little plan around on itself. Be an advocate of chaos for once. If I were out there I’d be booing you for being such a pussy, I’d heckle you off the stage for being a sellout. Show me the fire, the rage, the attitude. (PAGE SHOUTS) GIVE ME THE FUCKING OMEGA WE ALL DESERVE.”

The crowd watches in awe as they witness Robert change on a dime nodding in agreement

You’re right!

A sinister smile crosses Chris Page’s face. Robert shut’s his eyes for a moment before speaking.

You are right. All my fans are amazing, and I do deserve each and every one of them. Now I see what needs to be done and I’ll effectively eliminate anyone who is trying to hurt them. I don’t need you anymore.

Robert opens his eyes seeing that Page is gone. He then leers in Ned’s direction giving a gentle nod before demanding a microphone. He waits a moment before walking centerstage placing the microphone up to his mouth.

Now I know all of you are here to get autographs and pictures with Ned and me. But I want to do something a little different. I want you all to be a part of something, something that is once in a lifetime. I’m about to give you that moment right now. I’m going to cut a promo live for all of you. Soldier!

The fans blow the roof off the building

All I hear is a lot of bullshit, you aren’t anybody. I may be a man down on my luck and I’ll be completely upfront. I’ve been down in the dumps, but now I get what’s truly going on here. Politics aside dick riding can only get you so far in this business. I’m not just going to lay down and die. I refuse to go down like a bitch. If I’m going down I’m going to do so the only way I know how swinging for the fences. You’ve threatened me for the last time, you are not who you say you are.

Robert pulls up a picture on his phone asking it to be shown on the screen. It takes a few moments revealing a photo of Unknown Soldier. Robert points.

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That’s the man everyone supposedly fears right? Behind all the bull shit theatrics. He’s the face of evil?

Robert motions for the picture to be changed revealing a picture of Soldier more bitch like

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That’s who you are. Right there behind all the bull shit, you are a scrawny, weak, insignificant little bitch of a man. I get it you're so tough and shit. Hail Satan, blood, guts, hey Ozzy take a chill pill for a second and let the adults do some talking. But here’s the deal I’ve never given a fuck how tough someone is. I noticed something a long time ago when you ran off into hiding. You weren’t very good at fighting, so you did the next best thing. You learned how to duck. You can keep telling the world your as tough as nails, say that to my face though. When my back isn’t turned after a match I just wrestled in, you’d be singing a different tune, no teeth get my drift? I know shit is going to get ugly in this match and I want it too. I’m not what you are used to Soldier. I’m not going to lay down and just take whatever you decided to dish out. You’ll meet resistance unlike you have ever seen before. I don’t fuck around and just run my mouth. All that luck you’ve had is about to run out as I choke the life from your reign. I’ve been picking people apart for years while you sat on the sidelines with a thumb implanted firmly up your ass. Your other thumb deep inside your boys! I’ve been here doing the work. And whether it’s a little mud puddle or not. At least I can say that I have been here doing something. I didn’t wait until my “butt buddy” came back into the picture. No, I’ve been here. You came back with your fuck boy. Now all of a sudden, your balls magically sprouted, and you have a motor mouth again. You sure that’s blood or is that colored baby gravy freshly milked from your boy's balls?

These returning legends are nothing more than a bunch vampire’s running around in a hoe clique, sucking the blood from this industry one more time. Their favorite game is two dicks and no bitch. The two of you probably sell those tails for a buck and some spare change. Soldier, I’m like a grenade when I go off everyone’s going to get a bit dirty. I’m fucking ether, I lost what I loved because this company sold their soul to the Devil. To make a killing on PPV buys, all the while selling me up the river. I’ve been steadily winning since I walked into this business and a painted-up clown isn’t going to change the fact. I’ve had what it took from the very begging of this journey, I’ve always been full speed ahead running over these fools that stood in front of me. I was baptized in the lake of fire day one. Savage when you decided to roll the fucking dice when you tapped on my shoulder in a drive-by and ran like a grade a pussy. You made a fatal mistake. You should have drowned me when you could have, you left me down, but I was still breathing and now I’m going to come for you like a bat out of hell and you can bet your ass I’m going to take what’s mine. Everybody who supports Robert Main knows you are fake plus you’re a bitch. I’m putting all the pressure on those feeble shoulder blades Soldier.

You’ve disrespected me and now I’ll smack you in the mouth for it. I came into this game to take the garbage like you out. I just wanted you to know that you are sitting in my chair, on my throne. You lit the stick of dynamite and now I’m going to blow you away. You’ve been blowing smoke up everyone’s ass for three promos now. Relentless I’ll smack you right out of those wrestling boots. I’m going to put you out of your misery, all you have to do is just say when mother fucker. With my boots on your chest, I won’t let you take another breath as Champion. You should have stayed out of my fucking lane when you saw the headlights. Now I’ll punch the gas pedal to the floor and run you over full speed ahead. Splattering you all over the ring. Do me a favor and bring a shovel so you can dig your own God Damn grave as the world watches. All eyes are on the mighty Unknown Soldier. I might go down with you but rest assured Soldier you will be the one that drops to my sword. You will bend at the knee and kneel to the rightful king. In my last match, I will walk through hellfire and brimstone to defeat you and these fans before me will remember what I stood for. What I fought for and why I fought for it. Relentless is going to be a six-foot kind of day!

The fans erupt

Now who wants a fucking autograph? Ned?

HAIL SATAN! HAIL SATAN! HAIL SATAN! HAIL SATAN!

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