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Robert "The Omega" Main · (04-24-2020)

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” Robert you say that you have established who you are. That being a monster, could you elaborate further?”

Robert’s mind tossed the question around for a few nanoseconds before replying.

” The further I meander into the oblivion, the more the brilliance burns deep in my guts, my soul. I live without those heartwarming thoughts, and guess what? I’m cherishing the murkiness. Maybe there was a time when I didn't have to transform into a degenerate hellion. A time where I played by their rules as a good Champion should. What I realized was those rules didn’t apply to everyone across the board. They pressed me and I became a scoundrel just like every member in XWF management. They forced this day of reckoning upon the world, and from this dingy pit, this horrifying abys where not one fucking ounce of light shines, I found that beast I’ve kept under lock and key. I’ve made the call to others to follow Chris and me into Wargames. Now I’ve become the master of this dark tomb, I’m the one who has power and direction. Just look at the ascendance of my partner and me in pain and brutality. The reward for following us is to absorb the exhilaration of administering torment, the fondness of tenacity and the ability to remain indifferent as others suffer around us.

We were meant to save ourselves in this shit world, and we can help guide others through it this stagnate mess, unlocking their true potential. If we could put a knife in someone’s hand and remove all their moral compass, their sense of judgement their principles, ethics, all gone.” Robert snaps his fingers ” Imagine how formidable these sheep would be with no voice telling them not to butcher, not to harm another. These halfwits could become overlords alongside Cataclysm, omnipotent, mortifying their adversaries. There is no right or wrong, only what one can and cannot do. Others will follow in our footsteps; we were all born to become monstrosities. Sometimes all it takes is a little push. The XWF is going to burn, and Page and I are the ones holding the matches.”

Robert’s demented eyes twinkled with a sadistic exuberance as Robert raised his hands the cuffs rattled along the metal table he was locked to. He then motioned for the psychiatrist to come closer enjoying the theatrics of the given situation. The psychiatrist didn’t move a muscle as Robert twirled his hands in a limited motion like a prim little girl, then abruptly stopped, eyeing the man who has him captive with maniacal pleasure.

” So, Robert you and Mr. Page have become the anti-heroes because of the way you were treated? Aren’t these actions chaotic?”

Robert sighed in satisfaction as a smile spread across Page’s face as he had just won the lottery.

“The guy doesn’t get it Main.”

” No, no Chris, he knows exactly what I’m talking about. This man knows that when chaos is infused with malevolence, it becomes as orderly as the ecosystem we live in. Both heroes and villains are confrontational; the distinction between the two is that the heroes have well-developed constraint, sympathy and the ability to think with rationality. The hero works from a sense of love and obligation, a yearning to safeguard others, a willingness to take on adversity if it keeps others guarded. They use their aggressiveness for a noble purpose. We on the other hand just want to watch the world burn.”

Robert shifted in his seat.

“Doc we all experience a me - vs - me moment in our lives, the divine self - vs - the primeval bogeyman. Some of us stand outside the parameters of conventional thinking. When we collapse, when inescapable circumstance manifests, one that blinds our higher self and switches on the antagonist bastard, people like you and the public disapproval is prompt. Oh, how those blind sheep love to throw rotten tomatoes from the cheap seats. Those are just my views though. Hey, doc I’ve got a fantastic idea why don’t you come a little closer, and I’ll show you a monster in person.”

“I’m close enough, thank you.”

Robert nods as the unchained Page ran his tongue over his cracked cherry lips before leaning across the table closer to the psychiatrist.

” You hard hearing? He said come closer, NOW!” Page slams his fists on the metal table. ” Or won't be anything left to bury.”

Page pulls the psychiatrist from his chair smashing him up against the wall and in that frozen moment in time Robert watches on as their faces became unreadable, no fear in either man. Page lifts the psychiatrist off the floor by his neck rearing back as ten pairs of rough hands tried to seize him. Chris’s right elbow shot back like a piston, as a tiny gurgle is heard, an asylum security guard staggered backwards to crumpling over to one knee. Leaping like a panther another asylum security guard, landed on Page’s back. Like a ringmaster in a circus Page though executed a somersault, shaking himself him-self free. They expected it to be five on one, over in a bloody flash but Page was holding his own. Finally, the numbers caught up with him as the first blow came, a single sniper shot to Page’s head. An unanticipated cascade of pain jolted throughout Page’s body. His stomach ached, his arms lost tension and his legs began to weaken as more shots landed Chris fell to the floor. His tongue was saturated with the taste of his blood, bruised and winded Page is slammed face-first on the table where Robert is applauding Page’s performance. Page’s groans out as his hand slid off the table in Robert’s direction just as he is rammed back into his chair with one final shot to the stomach.

” Cuff him to the table like the other one.”

The asylum security guard places the handcuffs on Page’s naked wrists then locks him to the table.

” Thank you.”

The psychiatrist places his hand on the shoulder of the asylum guard.

” If you need anything, we will be right outside.”

The psychiatrist nods with a gentle smile as Robert speaks up.

“Boy you showed them. You just got your ass kicked pal. I seem to remember you giving me shit for being locked up like an animal.”

Page replies simply.

” Fuck you Main.”

The calm was a poisonous substance to Main and Page, silence gnawed at their insides. Quietness hung in the air suspended. The calmness was like an enormous void, needing to be filled with sound.”

” That was quite an outburst, Mr. Page.”

There’s a sly smirk from Chris as he gazes into the doctor’s eyes and responds.

” You haven’t seen an outburst yet and if you think that constitutes as one then you’ve got no freaking idea what one is. Especially from me.”

” Would you consider attacking a female as an outburst as you did with Vita?”

” Nope.”

The shrink seems a bit baffled by the snarly response as the sarcastic Page belted out.

” Why not? Vita didn’t do anything that would cause that kind of reaction from either of you to attack her in the way you did.”

” Actually she did and you’re entirely too fucking stupid to comprehend it.”

Chris shifts his attention towards Robert where he continues.

” For someone that’s a shrink, he’s pretty fucking stupid. Vinnie wasted his money.”

Chris shifts his attention back towards the psychiatrist stating.

” For someone that is supposed to be so smart you’re pretty

. Maybe you belong in these chains as opposed to us because if you had half a fucking brain you would understand that the moment Vita agreed to fight us is the moment, she became public enemy number one. We didn’t attack Vita, Vita attacked Vita by putting pen to paper on a contract to fight us. This wasn’t an attack, it was a lesson and the lesson she should have learned is we don’t see gender when it comes to putting our titles on the line; we see obstacles and we see issues we run them down with malice and intent.”

There’s a very brief pause from Chris before he continues.

” And it’s not like we attacked her just to attack her. She threw the first blow, granted she missed, go figure… But she threw the first shot so technically she started it and WE just finished it. We are the last two people on the face of this planet that anyone is going to try and punk out. Vita picked a fight with the wrong two mother fuckers and it doesn’t end until we’ve ripped her head from her shoulders and skull fuck her until our hearts are content.”

” Your words trouble me and make me think that you might be a threat to yourselves or anyone else.”

” Well if that isn’t the smartest fucking thing you’ve said all day Mr. Impressive! You don’t think we realize how fucked up everyone is around us are? You don’t think for one second that we aren’t aware of the level of fear we strike into the bodies of ANYONE that crosses our path? Listen here cupcake, we can give two shits about anyone or anything OTHER than paying back the head honchos for SCREWING us! Vinnie and Theo are marked men and maybe, just maybe you are too since you’ve allowed them to play you into thinking that you’re safe and allowing yourself to think these chains are going to protect you. You’re no better than Vita and Vanessa, so essentially you’re just as fucked as they are, and you don’t even know it.”

” Those are some pretty bold words for a guy handcuffed to a table.”

” That’s some pretty slick shit your spitting for a guy that’s a dead man walking and thinks we’re chained to a table without a plan in place. You know something, you have the same problem that Vinnie and Theo have. You think you control everything when you control what we allow you to control. It’s the same situation with these females that you think is SO bad to lay hands on when they’ve put themselves in this situation much like you’ve put yourself in a position to be in a locked room with two guys that can snap your neck with the snap of our fingers. You nor Vita nor Vanessa nor anyone else that has the misfortune of crossing our paths don’t realize that you’re all in way over your heads.”

” Why so much hatred and hostility?” [purple]

” Well if that isn’t the biggest misconception.”

[purple]” How so?”

” We don’t hate kicking the shit out of whoever stands in front of us… and right now… you’re standing in front of us and that makes you public enemy number one.”

There’s a deep sigh from the shrink as he shifts his attention towards Robert who sits with an ominous smirk etched firmly across his face.

” I’m assuming you feel the same way as your partner when it comes to Vita and Vanessa? That perhaps you did nothing wrong by attacking her as you did?”

” Vita just learned the same lesson I taught her the first time around when you play a game with me. You lose. This time though I’m on the right side, and now we’ve come full circle right where this all started almost a year ago. Vita knows exactly what it’s like to come off second-best being overwhelmed and be overcame by me and regardless of what your diagnosis is won’t change the fact that she’s going to fall victim to me again. She can raise the white flag, lay down her arms, or come to terms with getting clobbered. You sit there all smug and talk to us like we did something wrong when all we wanted to do was let her know that we understood she’s knocking on our door. When you knock we answer. Nobody told her to take a swing at me, she did that on her own accord and she paid the price for it. You fuck with us there are tolls. I am warning you doc right now, you’ll pay a hefty price for thinking that you’ve got the upper hand in this situation. Because you don’t.”

With the shrink keeping his distance from the table that Cataclysm has been handcuffed to.

” That’s open to interpretation for sure because neither of you can break handcuffs and neither of you is leaving this asylum until we get to the bottom of what is going on with you. Robert, you were loved by the entire company, you carried the entire XWF for nearly two years to suddenly turn your back on everyone who helped make you successful. Something caused that and that’s exactly why we are here.”

” No. We are here because this is how our company feels safe with us chained up like a couple of dogs. You tried to say that we assaulted Vita when Vita threw the first shot, you’ve tried to say that we are a danger to those around us when the people around us are the ones that put us together. We are not going to go quietly into the night like Vinnie and Theo want us to. We’re going to hold everyone accountable for their sins. It started with Shane

and Tristan Slater, it continued with The Sick Cunts and it’s going to go to a completely off the rails when it comes to dealing with Vita and Vanessa.”

” Why didn’t you attack Vanessa too? I mean it would only make sense that you would.”

” Because Gibson was smart enough to keep her ass at home, she saw the writing on the wall. She’s going to get these hands in short order and become familiar with two of the most ruthless, no fucks given tag teams the XWF has ever seen. She wants to carry the flag for sexism and all that other happy horse shit but she’s going to end up on the wrong side of a beating. We’re not handing out pussy hats on Savage. I find a lot of humor when it comes to Gibby, because of someone so outspoken, she certainly likes to wait to the last fucking minute to open her cock holster. That’s not an intelligent move. It’s the ultimate sign of enfeeblement. At least Vita had the man balls to open her mouth first, regardless of how effortless it’s going to be to punch holes through her shit for the second time. If Vanessa is going to pretend to be a badass bitch, she might want to act like one too.”

” Let’s be fair…”

Chris interjects.

” Vanessa is a stupid cunt that has no clue what she signed up for.”

” She’s going to learn quickly.”

” Oh no doubt, I didn’t say I condone her sheer stupidity. It will be her immediate downfall.”

” We did nothing illogical and we will continue to make everything right by us because we are the measuring sticks for this company. Not Shawn, Not Centurion, not any of the cheerleaders who have their lips surgically planted on the asses of the shot callers of this company. This is going to be a war that will have plenty of casualties. Consider this your final warning.”

” Gentlemen the mask? Why do you wear them now? Tell me what your hiding from?”

There isn’t an answer from either man as the psychiatrist places his briefcase on the table leisurely opening it. Main and Page watch intently as their eyes widen seeing their masks placed on the table before them. Main and Page leer at one another before nodding.

” Is there something the two of you are not telling me?”

Robert reply’s without hesitation

“When I get up from this table, I’m putting that mask on and walking out of here.”

” Mr. Main the two of you are not going anywhere today, or tomorrow of that matter. We’ve got a lot of work to do before we can just release the two of you back out in the public. You could harm yourselves or others and that’s a risk I’m not willing to take. You both are being checked in as we speak, shortly you’ll be escorted to your rooms and we’ll pick this up in the morning in another session.”

Page chuckles to himself.

“Get a load of this guy, he believes he is going to keep us in here for an extended period. We’re leaving. Show um Robert.”

” Show me what?”

Robert nonchalantly stands up dropping the handcuff on the metal table.

Clank.

In one motion Robert pulls the psychiatrist over the table tossing Page the handcuff keys while keeping the key card for himself.

” I told you we had a plan. Why do you think I made such a scene you dumb shit? I snagged those cuff keys and that fancy pants key card. Oh, and when the rent a cop decided slammed on the table, I dropped them in Robert’s hands. Like I said we’re leaving.”

In a panic the psychiatrist screams out.

” You’ll never escape.”

” We will because we have a hostage.”

Robert and Page both grab their masks.

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