Robert Main, the XWF Xtreme Champion and one-half XWF Tag Team Champion, lies comfortably under his sheets in his bed.  He snuggles with his two titles; one in each arm while sucking away at his right thumb.  Being startled awake from a noise out of his dream of once again being the XWF Universal Champion, he shoots up out of bed and scans the dark room...

Nothing.

He looks back and forth once more before lying back again, pulling his titles even closer to himself.  As he closes his eyes, the door to his closet across the room slowly creeeeeeaaaaaaaks open.  Robert jumps up again, pulls open his bedside drawer, and grabs a little, plastic flashlight.  It rattles as he rattles to flick the switch on and shines it into the darkness within the closet.

Nothing.

Robert squints in an attempt to clear the blurred vision from his tired eyes.  Clicking the flashlight off and squeezing it in his fist, he keeps one eye open....  gripping his pillow tight....

A few moments pass and Robert finally convinces himself that he is just being paranoid and finds himself drifting away once more.  He takes one more peak across the room and within a mirror placed over his dresser he sees a shadowy figure just standing there....  and with a pair of glowing, green eyes..... it watches him.

He shrieks out loud and throws the bedsheets over his head and flicks the flashlight back on within the safety of his tent.  From the next room, his other half rushes into to see what the freaking out was about.  Standing in the doorway in his Iron Man footie pajamas, he listens to Robert attempt to explain the unexplainables he has witnessed in the comforts of his bedroom.  His partner walks to the closet and pulls the cord to the single light revealing nothing but a bunch of golf tees and khaki pants hung neatly across the way.  Walking to the mirror, he knocks on the mirror glass and assures to Robert....  there are no such things as monsters.

Robert takes a deep gulp as he is once again left alone in the darkness....  Even though, this time, he was not convinced he was actually alone, he manages to stumble back into slumber.

A few hours later, Robert is shaken awake again when his bed is violently pulled away from the wall.  Nearly falling to the floor, he flails his arms about and grips his mattress and sheets to keep himself on the bed.  He looks around again, in disbelief, for the flashlight that was now nowhere to be found.  He throws the sheets around and it flies out of where it was tangled, takes a couple bounces before it twirls to the floor and shatters.  A cold sweat sends chills down his spine as he stares down at what was currently his only saving grace....

Leaning to one side, then to the other, he looks at each side of his bed.  Taking another hard gulp, he slowly bends down and looks under his bed.  And once again.....

Nothing.

Releasing the breath that he's been holding tightly, he rises back up and falls back into his pillow.  It was at that moment, Robert was met with the same pair of eyes from his mirror....  only this time the figure around them took shape.

Doc is on the ceiling, arms and legs stretched out with a grin stretched from side to side, defying gravity as he doesn't float, but appears  to be stuck in place.

Boo.

The good doctor is then released from the ceiling and comes flying down towards the helpless champion, hitting a clean frog splash which shatters the bed frame and explodes the box springs! The two take a short bounce off the ground as Doc hooks a leg and cradles the little guy in his own bed!!!

Robert kicks out leaping from his bed realizing it was only a dream... He then grins staring off in the distance.



Attack my dreams... Two can play that game!



Robert reaches down laying a sledgehammer over his shoulder...


Doc, show yourself!



Robert hears movement behind him....