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Fall Of A Champion Part # 3 - Robert "The Omega" Main - 05-13-2017
Fall Of A Champion Part # 3. Continued from Rise Of A Champion.
Emergency Room Five Days After Michael Collapsed On The Baseball Field.
Dr. Tompkins: Mr. and Misses Sutton can we talk for a moment in the hallway? I think it would be better if we talked first!
Mike: You know you’re talking right in front of me right? I’m not asleep or drugged up. If you are going to say what is wrong with me! It might as well be in front of me face to face. My mom and Dad are here so let’s hear it!
Dr. Tompkins: Michael I’m very sorry I wasn’t trying to be rude! But I guess I can tell you now if you’d like. Okay… Now what I am about to tell you is going to be very hard to hear. But with today’s treatments… There is a chance. We can beat this. Over the past few days, we have run several tests as you know. I don’t know how to say this. But Michael has Leukemia.
Time suddenly stopped for Mike and his family. Both parents begin sobbing uncontrollably, It was more than just crying, it was the kind of remote crying that comes from someone syphoned of all hope. Their will shattered into millions of fragile pieces. Their heart ripped in two. Michael’s mom slowly sank into her chair covering her face trying to hide her tears. She cried out into her hands as the large tears dripped from in-between her fingers, dropping down onto the torques and white checkered emergency room floor. As Mike watched his mother, he wondered to himself how many times different people have been in the same position. How many tears had hit this very floor beneath them! He watched as his mom's breathing became more ragged, gasping at times trying to get air into her lungs. She slowly fell to her knees as the strength left her legs and wept on the floor right in front of Michael’s hospital bed. Michael’s Dad rushes over to comfort is wife picking her up from the floor. The two embrace in a warm hug before both turning their heads seeing Michael staring at them both. Each parent rush to Michael’s side sitting on the bed trying to comfort him with hugs and each holding one of his hands. Both parents squeeze knowing they may lose their first born child! No matter how old your child becomes in life you still always love them the same. Unconditionally! Everlasting love. Your children are always looked at as your baby boy or girl. You want to do everything that you can to protect them. Keeping them safe from all danger. Sometimes life can throw parents a curve ball. Much like Mike threw to win his seemingly last state championship. Before falling to the mound. The smell of the grass may have been smelled for the last time. The touch of the dirt on the field gone!
Mr. Sutton: Dr. Tompkins, can this be cured? Can we get through this? My son is an amazing baseball player! He has his pick of collages wanting him to play ball for them. Please, Dr. Tell me there is something that we can do!?! We do not want to lose our son! We love him very much! I’ll do anything that I have to do! Please, check my blood, check my bone marrow! I’ll do anything please! I’m begging you! Help our son!
Dr. Tompkins: Mr. and Misses Sutton we will do everything that we can do here! We are the leading treatment facility in Nevada! We will do everything within our power and modern medicine to help Michael through this. We will check both of your blood sampled immediately. We will also check bone marrow tonight. We must move quickly. He has a very aggressive type. If we don’t he could be gone within 24 months! I am going to go and get everything in motion. Tonight we need to start radiation and chemotherapy. I know all of this seems very fast and your minds must be going a mile a second. But it is what needs to be done. We do not have time on our side at this point! Michael, can I get you anything at all? Or do you have any questions?
Mike shakes his head as Dr. Tompkins walks out of the room he smiles at the family struck by grief and sorrow. Michael’s parents both look at one another wiping away their tears and looking down at Mike. Mike hasn’t spoken since he heard the terrible news. He just stares out the window into the clear blue Las Vegas skyline. Emotions swirled the hospital room like freezing ice water circling a cold drain. Mike’s cheeks began to turn red. Looking like he had been burnt by fire! Slowly tears begin dropping from Mike’s eyes as his parents both hug him tightly crying now again as well. With each tear that fell from each of their eyes, left a trail of agony and pain down their cheeks. Underneath their skin, it felt as if their veins were crawling around inside of them. The feeling of deep emptiness began to fill each one of their hearts. Their bright souls becoming black as night. All of Mike’s memories started darting through his mind. His thoughts raced. Not knowing if or when would be his last day on this earth. Finally, everything boiled over and Mike could no longer hold his feeling inside. His breathing unhinged as he cried out loud.
Mike: I’m so scared! I don’t know what to do! Mom, Dad! I don’t want to die!
His parents latch on tighter than before! When he cried there was a certain rawness behind it like the pain felt like an open wound that just never healed. He clasped his Mom and Dad’s hands for their support letting it all out as his whole body shake. As the salty tears continued to fall time stood still. Just the word Leukemia sent splinter inside his body causing more pain than actually having Leukemia. Being terminal. How was Mike going to make it through? He had been great at everything he had ever done. Everything he touched turned to gold. He never failed. Always excelled! But now came the biggest test of his life. Although this test was a life or death situation. If he failed this fight there would be no coming back and he knew this. Now or never! All those cliché saying start running through his mind. To live everyday like it was your last one. You may never know what tomorrow will bring. Always tell the ones you love, that you love them. Live like you were dying! Now in this moment, he wonders if he did just that! Did he do enough while he was on this earth? Was he kind enough to those that needed kindness? Did he tell the ones he loved just how much he actually did love them? This is a fight he has to win. He wonders if he will ever have another birthday with all of his friends and family. If he will ever play the game he loved so much ever again. The scariest thing of all he wondered is if he would ever leave this hospital again! His fear was he would die here. His life from here on out seemed to be one filled with nothing more than four walls and a roof filled to the brim with pain and suffering. Maybe if he screamed enough towards the end the doctors would give him enough medication to where he could overdose! Sending him through the clouds into the heavens above! Feeling the warmth of god himself. Mike knows he has been hiding his sickness and now it is too late to do anything about this was really the end!
Mike: I want to see Robert before he leaves for Japan! It may be the last time I get to see him!
Mr. Sutton: Mike I’ll go and give him a call after we talk some more about all of this. We just found out son! Please don’t talk like you won’t make it out of this! You will son, your strong! You have to tell Robert he is your best friend! He has to know! If he leaves here and goes to Japan not knowing he will never ever forgive himself!
Mike: Dad, Mom I need to tell you something right now. Before you blame yourselves for any of this! There was nothing you could have done to save me. This is more my fault than yours. I have been sick for a long time now spitting up blood! I never said or did anything about it because I was scared. Now it’s too late. I am going to die. I just need you guys to be here with me! I cannot tell Robert before he leaves. Because if I do he will never leave my side. You have to promise me not to tell him. I do not want to take away his dreams! They are his and it is his right to have the chance at his dreams. I refuse to take them from him! PROMISE ME!
Both parents look at each other and nod.
Six Months Later.
Mike is laying in his hospital bed trying with all of his might to write a letter. The once large baseball player is now under 100 pounds. His skin is as pale as a ghost. Frail. As Mike finishes the letter handing it to Roberts’s mother leaving for Japan in hours! Robert’s Mom smiles with tears in her eyes. Mikes Mom and Dad now begin to cry again holding their son knowing the time has now come.
Mike: Please give that to Robert and tell him I am sorry for not being there. Tell him I am sorry for lying to him. Tell him he is my best friend and for the rest of his life I will watch over him! I’ll watch over each of you! I love you all so much and I am so sorry I have to go! I’ll miss you so much. Until we meet again on the other side! Mom, Dad I love you so much and I am so sorry I am hurting you right now. Don’t be sad though I can see him now. Heaven looks beautiful!
The pain that once consumed Mike’s body and burned like a hot poker all over had now faded away into an icy numbness. His temperature slowly begins to fall as his eyes become glassy. Blackness slowly began to fill the edges of his vision. Slowly everything started to fade away. Everything looked and sounded to him like he was underwater drowning. The only thing he could hear or feel now was his own heartbeat now slowing. His breath became shallow more gasps than anything else. After a few seconds, Mike smiles, as the bright light comes closer to him. All of the despair and suffering that once took hold of his body now disappeared. This disease took him away from everyone he loved and cared about. As his soul begins to leave all the pain behind. He closes his eyes! With his final breath, he softly whispers I Love You one last time. The fall of a true Champion!
24 Hours Later Tokyo Dome Japan
Robert slowly staggers into his locker room drenched in sweat. He glances around the room to see his Mom and Dad standing there waiting on him. Robert knew they were there because he saw them in the front row of the show. He also noticed Mike was no there next to them. Something seemed off on the biggest day of his life. Little to know the joy he just felt in the ring winning his first major Championship will be taken over by grief! Robert smiles dropping the I.W.G.P. Light Weight Championship to the floor hugging both his Mom and Dad for a few moments covering each of them with sweat. His mom and Dad smile for a moment before staring at Robert with a blank look. A look as if something had terrible had happened.
Rob: I have to call Mike! I cannot believe he didn’t get to come! I sent him plane tickets, along with front row seats. What more could you ask for? It was amazing out there! I just won my first Championship. Mike said he said he was sick. He has been sick a lot over the past few months. I hope he is doing better! He’s going to be ecstatic I just won a Championship! I just captured my dream!
Mom: Robert wait, you need to put your phone down. Baby listen to me! You’re Dad and I love you very much! Mike wrote you this letter. Son, you need to read it right now!
Roberts Mom pulls a letter from her purse, her hands shaking as she hands the letter over to Robert for the first time. Instantly Robert knows something isn’t right. Mike hates to write and has terrible spelling skills he thinks to himself. As Robert opens the letter his Mom hugs his Dad crying!
Tears fall hitting the letter below. Robert drops the letter to the floor and falls back into the wall holding his head in shock. He glances over at his Mom and Dad who are also crying. His mouth hangs opened unsure what to say. He looks down at the I.W.G.P. Championship and wonders to himself through all the pain and tears if it was worth it! He now questions his every move over the past six months!
Today
The room was dimly lit with hundreds of flickering white candles. The air in the room was very still as the flames from each candle danced about wildly. The flames were steady and bright, turning a once dark room into a dimly lit room. Robert sits backwards on a black steel folding chair in the middle of the barren room with his back turned to the camera. Candles surrounding him. His bare chest laying against the cool steel back of the chair. Out of the corner of his eyes, he watches the blackened wicks of the candles he watches as the wax slowly turned to liquid falling down the side of each of the candles. Slowly coming to a stop on the floor. The wax puddles beneath each candle growing by the second. The flame of Each candle sends a basking glow on to Robert! He begins to speak softly.
And so the uncrowned king speaks! Danny, you finally decided to come out from whatever rock you were hiding under wallowing in your own self-pity. You leave the shadows and where do you go to cut your first promo? The arcade? Funny choice but an understandable one! For a man like yourself. I see you are trying to do whatever you can to get that feeling of winning again huh? You want that big winning hard on again right? That elation. That high! Even if it isn't real. You are willing to take it anyway you can get it. Even if you have to spend a week's pay throwing tokens into a machine. Pretending to be the hero we all know you'll never be when it comes to real life. It’s now like an addiction, isn’t it Danny? You desperately need to run your tongue over the sugar cube once more! Hoping you can just get a taste of relevance! That feeling of accomplishment running through your deprived veins!Robert laughs for a few seconds Playing make believe is for children! To me, it seems like a very odd way to gain your confidence back. But who am I to judge? Let's be honest you cannot cut it in the real world so you go for the imaginary one. In a weird way, I understand it! Trying to lose yourself in something else! Trying to take your broken mind off of what’s really going on! Playing games Danny, will not get you any closer to what you desire! It’s already game over your just too stupid to realize it!
The camera pans above Robert moving in a full 360 around the room revealing all of the now thousands of candles surrounding him. The camera then drops right in front of Robert. Hanging over the back of the black of the steel chair is the Hart Championship and the Trios Championship in all they glory! The gold shines brightly as the flames dance about! Robert takes his eyes off of the candles and slowly moves his eyes towards the camera. Glaring deep within it.
So I watched your little promo, for a second there I had to think back throughout the day. I tried to remember if I had taken any drugs or smoked something that might have made me trip out. Ya know see shit! As I thought back I realized nope, I'm just watching a Danny Imperial promo. As I watched I looked down at my glass of bourbon and thought to myself did I just have too much to drink? Or did someone spike my drink with some LSD? There for a moment, I was lost! I didn’t know if it was me or you Danny. Then I realized the random people popping in and out doing random things was just your usual boring bull shit promo! It’s is confusing to follow. It's even harder to watch. The random cut-ins! There is so much going on. There should be a disclaimer before it is shown to anyone! So people that have seizures won’t have them and sue! I’m not sure where you got the bright idea from! You need to revisit promo 101. Maybe you are just following the Gabe Reno guide on how to do a shitty promo? Throw as much bull shit at the wall as you can hoping something sticks!! It isn't impressive. It is mind numbingly bad! But hey, maybe I have it all wrong. Is there some sort of mind game you're trying to pull on me? The Jedi Mind Trick? Maybe there’s subliminal messaging in there? Trying to get me to lay down for you or something? Either way, I'm more lost than a drunk blind man trying to find the pisser in a bar.
So I'll try not to focus so much on the random bull shit you've thrown in and try to focus more on the half-hearted words you spoke. So here we go. I hope you’re ready for a verbal lashing. Because it’s going to hurt kid! Now I see you have chosen to call me Bobby, how cute Danny did you come up with that all on your own? Or did the teachers in the special education class give you a hand? We all know you’re not educated enough to come up with things on your own! Maybe you have an earpiece in and your girl Dolly is telling you what to say. Listen, kid! “Sticks and Stone” Calling me names and making fun of the way I dress will never work. It's been tried time and time again. You're going to have to step your game up tenfold if you even want to get close to my level. Maybe you'll go after my hair next? That's worked out so well for everyone else that I have faced. If this is all you have! You’ve already lost big time! Yeah, I was really quick to point out that you were a loser. I had to. Danny! Not because the entire wrestling world doesn’t already know it! No! It bugs you. Knowing deep down my words ring true. It makes your skin crawl knowing I'm right. It eats you alive in your dreams. We’ve seen that first hand! But Danny! It's the truth! Is that the part you cannot stand? My words cutting you deeper than any knife could. Or can you not stand that it is the truth? I’m not stretching the truth here at all. Facts are facts. You even know what a failure you have become! You're seeking that winning feeling again! You crave that feeling that has eluded you over the past few weeks. You need to win. That win you ever so desire against real talent will not come at my expense! So keep playing those games for your cheap thrills. Once the bell rings I end you!
You see Danny I really don't think you are listening to my words. So I'll reiterate them for you. Dumb them down a bit. Make sure I’m speaking on your level of the Neanderthal! I said you, Danny, you! Think that you are such a dragon slayer! Whether you said it or not doesn’t matter at this point. It was the way you were conducting yourself! We all could see your ego rising. You head swelled up more than Barry Bonds did on the juice! You thought you were on top of the mountain. Undefeated at one point. How quickly when we think we are at the top, we tumble all the way back down to the bottom! Funny when the gloating came to an end you realized you were nothing but a stinking pile! Danny, they weren't even average at best. It’s not an assumption of mine. It's a fact. The guys you have faced are nothing more than lower mid card wrestlers. Half-assed want to be’s. They want to be the Chris Chaos’s of the world! They want to be the Universal Champion. They want to become legends! Better yet they just want to become a real champion! None of this bull shit 24/7 crap! They want to be looked at like they are the real deal. They are overlooked! Written off! No flash no challenge. Easily beaten. Just like yourself Danny! If you think for a second that you and I are on the same level. You might actually be dumber than I originally thought you were. You even called me, The Omega a double fucking champion here in the XWF a mid card wrestler.
Yet you call me delusional? I was a top star the day I stepped foot in this company. I was a top star before I came to this company. ROBERT MAIN is known worldwide. Where were you even know at all? I was never at the bottom kid it was more like straight to the top. Shining star sort of deal. I was a top star before this championship you are trying to wrestle away from me as Lane tweeted! Being a top superstar is something that you will never know anything about! I sell out arenas. Look at the merchandise! You’d be lucky to buy a shit of mine anywhere on this earth! They sell out! You will remain right where you are at as long as guys like me are on the top! I will be a top star long after I beat you and retain my Hart Championship! Would you like to name the list of current or former Universal Champions you have beaten? See I'd wait but I know the answer. There is not a single one on the Imperial shit list. Want to peek at mine for a moment? Of course not Danny because I have three names. I accomplished every dream you ever had in a matter of months! You can’t hold my jock strap let along beat me in the ring! If in not “club love” as you called it! Then what am I, Danny? Either way, I’m better than you! No love or “club love”! Let’s say for a second that I am indeed a mid-card wrestler! I’ve beaten my brother in arms Chaos! I’ve truly the only man to ever beat my good friend Jim Caedus! If I am what you say I am! Then what are you, Danny? You think you are this mid-card wrestler! Yet you are below me in every way. You obliviously have not idea what you are talking about! Do we want to start placing wins in different columns now Danny? You won that way do it doesn’t count? Wins are wins and losses are losses! You have more of one of those than I do! Can you guess which one? LOSSES!
No man in this company has pinned me yet! Period! How many men have pinned you, Danny? I state my case. You are I are on far different planes! You think for some reason I am going to get squeezed out? Really? You really couldn’t see the forest from the trees. If you were standing right in the middle of the forest! If you really knew what was going on behind the scenes you would be running away in certain fear! We are taking over one Championship at a time. Can’t you see it, Danny? AX3 runs the XWF! Once everything comes into play you will learn Danny Imperial. We own your ass as well! You say the Kings and you are just passersby. Associates! If you talk to them you are our enemy! Pryce sure was quick to jump to your aid though! Wasn’t he? It’s okay if you puff those peters Kid. Just don’t lie about it! Be honest with the world and just let us know how much of a flaming King sucker you really are! I might just be toilet scum as you described it. But here is the thing Danny boy! I’m your Hart Champion whether you like it or not You still have to call me Champ! I’ve taken the Championship and made it something it never was Danny! I brought it front and center! So what you won the Television Championship and had to defend it a week later. Read the fine print with those coke bottles you have for glasses! That’s the stipulation dick weed! And yeah so maybe I did rough you up a little bit before! Not my problem! A bigger man, one with a set of balls would have stepped up to the challenge and retained! A bigger man would have risen to the occasion and won! Danny, we all know you are just not that man! Cry someplace else, Danny! You lost no excuse!
The Scene Fades To Static. To Be Continued…..
Emergency Room Five Days After Michael Collapsed On The Baseball Field.
Dr. Tompkins: Mr. and Misses Sutton can we talk for a moment in the hallway? I think it would be better if we talked first!
Mike: You know you’re talking right in front of me right? I’m not asleep or drugged up. If you are going to say what is wrong with me! It might as well be in front of me face to face. My mom and Dad are here so let’s hear it!
Dr. Tompkins: Michael I’m very sorry I wasn’t trying to be rude! But I guess I can tell you now if you’d like. Okay… Now what I am about to tell you is going to be very hard to hear. But with today’s treatments… There is a chance. We can beat this. Over the past few days, we have run several tests as you know. I don’t know how to say this. But Michael has Leukemia.
Time suddenly stopped for Mike and his family. Both parents begin sobbing uncontrollably, It was more than just crying, it was the kind of remote crying that comes from someone syphoned of all hope. Their will shattered into millions of fragile pieces. Their heart ripped in two. Michael’s mom slowly sank into her chair covering her face trying to hide her tears. She cried out into her hands as the large tears dripped from in-between her fingers, dropping down onto the torques and white checkered emergency room floor. As Mike watched his mother, he wondered to himself how many times different people have been in the same position. How many tears had hit this very floor beneath them! He watched as his mom's breathing became more ragged, gasping at times trying to get air into her lungs. She slowly fell to her knees as the strength left her legs and wept on the floor right in front of Michael’s hospital bed. Michael’s Dad rushes over to comfort is wife picking her up from the floor. The two embrace in a warm hug before both turning their heads seeing Michael staring at them both. Each parent rush to Michael’s side sitting on the bed trying to comfort him with hugs and each holding one of his hands. Both parents squeeze knowing they may lose their first born child! No matter how old your child becomes in life you still always love them the same. Unconditionally! Everlasting love. Your children are always looked at as your baby boy or girl. You want to do everything that you can to protect them. Keeping them safe from all danger. Sometimes life can throw parents a curve ball. Much like Mike threw to win his seemingly last state championship. Before falling to the mound. The smell of the grass may have been smelled for the last time. The touch of the dirt on the field gone!
Mr. Sutton: Dr. Tompkins, can this be cured? Can we get through this? My son is an amazing baseball player! He has his pick of collages wanting him to play ball for them. Please, Dr. Tell me there is something that we can do!?! We do not want to lose our son! We love him very much! I’ll do anything that I have to do! Please, check my blood, check my bone marrow! I’ll do anything please! I’m begging you! Help our son!
Dr. Tompkins: Mr. and Misses Sutton we will do everything that we can do here! We are the leading treatment facility in Nevada! We will do everything within our power and modern medicine to help Michael through this. We will check both of your blood sampled immediately. We will also check bone marrow tonight. We must move quickly. He has a very aggressive type. If we don’t he could be gone within 24 months! I am going to go and get everything in motion. Tonight we need to start radiation and chemotherapy. I know all of this seems very fast and your minds must be going a mile a second. But it is what needs to be done. We do not have time on our side at this point! Michael, can I get you anything at all? Or do you have any questions?
Mike shakes his head as Dr. Tompkins walks out of the room he smiles at the family struck by grief and sorrow. Michael’s parents both look at one another wiping away their tears and looking down at Mike. Mike hasn’t spoken since he heard the terrible news. He just stares out the window into the clear blue Las Vegas skyline. Emotions swirled the hospital room like freezing ice water circling a cold drain. Mike’s cheeks began to turn red. Looking like he had been burnt by fire! Slowly tears begin dropping from Mike’s eyes as his parents both hug him tightly crying now again as well. With each tear that fell from each of their eyes, left a trail of agony and pain down their cheeks. Underneath their skin, it felt as if their veins were crawling around inside of them. The feeling of deep emptiness began to fill each one of their hearts. Their bright souls becoming black as night. All of Mike’s memories started darting through his mind. His thoughts raced. Not knowing if or when would be his last day on this earth. Finally, everything boiled over and Mike could no longer hold his feeling inside. His breathing unhinged as he cried out loud.
Mike: I’m so scared! I don’t know what to do! Mom, Dad! I don’t want to die!
His parents latch on tighter than before! When he cried there was a certain rawness behind it like the pain felt like an open wound that just never healed. He clasped his Mom and Dad’s hands for their support letting it all out as his whole body shake. As the salty tears continued to fall time stood still. Just the word Leukemia sent splinter inside his body causing more pain than actually having Leukemia. Being terminal. How was Mike going to make it through? He had been great at everything he had ever done. Everything he touched turned to gold. He never failed. Always excelled! But now came the biggest test of his life. Although this test was a life or death situation. If he failed this fight there would be no coming back and he knew this. Now or never! All those cliché saying start running through his mind. To live everyday like it was your last one. You may never know what tomorrow will bring. Always tell the ones you love, that you love them. Live like you were dying! Now in this moment, he wonders if he did just that! Did he do enough while he was on this earth? Was he kind enough to those that needed kindness? Did he tell the ones he loved just how much he actually did love them? This is a fight he has to win. He wonders if he will ever have another birthday with all of his friends and family. If he will ever play the game he loved so much ever again. The scariest thing of all he wondered is if he would ever leave this hospital again! His fear was he would die here. His life from here on out seemed to be one filled with nothing more than four walls and a roof filled to the brim with pain and suffering. Maybe if he screamed enough towards the end the doctors would give him enough medication to where he could overdose! Sending him through the clouds into the heavens above! Feeling the warmth of god himself. Mike knows he has been hiding his sickness and now it is too late to do anything about this was really the end!
Mike: I want to see Robert before he leaves for Japan! It may be the last time I get to see him!
Mr. Sutton: Mike I’ll go and give him a call after we talk some more about all of this. We just found out son! Please don’t talk like you won’t make it out of this! You will son, your strong! You have to tell Robert he is your best friend! He has to know! If he leaves here and goes to Japan not knowing he will never ever forgive himself!
Mike: Dad, Mom I need to tell you something right now. Before you blame yourselves for any of this! There was nothing you could have done to save me. This is more my fault than yours. I have been sick for a long time now spitting up blood! I never said or did anything about it because I was scared. Now it’s too late. I am going to die. I just need you guys to be here with me! I cannot tell Robert before he leaves. Because if I do he will never leave my side. You have to promise me not to tell him. I do not want to take away his dreams! They are his and it is his right to have the chance at his dreams. I refuse to take them from him! PROMISE ME!
Both parents look at each other and nod.
Six Months Later.
Mike is laying in his hospital bed trying with all of his might to write a letter. The once large baseball player is now under 100 pounds. His skin is as pale as a ghost. Frail. As Mike finishes the letter handing it to Roberts’s mother leaving for Japan in hours! Robert’s Mom smiles with tears in her eyes. Mikes Mom and Dad now begin to cry again holding their son knowing the time has now come.
Mike: Please give that to Robert and tell him I am sorry for not being there. Tell him I am sorry for lying to him. Tell him he is my best friend and for the rest of his life I will watch over him! I’ll watch over each of you! I love you all so much and I am so sorry I have to go! I’ll miss you so much. Until we meet again on the other side! Mom, Dad I love you so much and I am so sorry I am hurting you right now. Don’t be sad though I can see him now. Heaven looks beautiful!
The pain that once consumed Mike’s body and burned like a hot poker all over had now faded away into an icy numbness. His temperature slowly begins to fall as his eyes become glassy. Blackness slowly began to fill the edges of his vision. Slowly everything started to fade away. Everything looked and sounded to him like he was underwater drowning. The only thing he could hear or feel now was his own heartbeat now slowing. His breath became shallow more gasps than anything else. After a few seconds, Mike smiles, as the bright light comes closer to him. All of the despair and suffering that once took hold of his body now disappeared. This disease took him away from everyone he loved and cared about. As his soul begins to leave all the pain behind. He closes his eyes! With his final breath, he softly whispers I Love You one last time. The fall of a true Champion!
24 Hours Later Tokyo Dome Japan
Robert slowly staggers into his locker room drenched in sweat. He glances around the room to see his Mom and Dad standing there waiting on him. Robert knew they were there because he saw them in the front row of the show. He also noticed Mike was no there next to them. Something seemed off on the biggest day of his life. Little to know the joy he just felt in the ring winning his first major Championship will be taken over by grief! Robert smiles dropping the I.W.G.P. Light Weight Championship to the floor hugging both his Mom and Dad for a few moments covering each of them with sweat. His mom and Dad smile for a moment before staring at Robert with a blank look. A look as if something had terrible had happened.
Rob: I have to call Mike! I cannot believe he didn’t get to come! I sent him plane tickets, along with front row seats. What more could you ask for? It was amazing out there! I just won my first Championship. Mike said he said he was sick. He has been sick a lot over the past few months. I hope he is doing better! He’s going to be ecstatic I just won a Championship! I just captured my dream!
Mom: Robert wait, you need to put your phone down. Baby listen to me! You’re Dad and I love you very much! Mike wrote you this letter. Son, you need to read it right now!
Roberts Mom pulls a letter from her purse, her hands shaking as she hands the letter over to Robert for the first time. Instantly Robert knows something isn’t right. Mike hates to write and has terrible spelling skills he thinks to himself. As Robert opens the letter his Mom hugs his Dad crying!
Robert, I just wanted to say congratulations on winning your first wrestling Championship! We all knew you would do it. You are going to go on and be an amazing wrestler. You will be known, worldwide brother! Those Championships will gravitate to you and those around you! Maybe you will wrestle for XWF one day! I remember us watching, throughout our childhood! Those were the days huh? I miss you Robert and I am very sorry I was not there on your big day! You were always there for me, and I let you down. I might not have been there in person. But know as your reading this. I was there in spirit! I’m actually there right now! Robert, when you left. I wasn’t completely honest with you and I am sorry! Please forgive me! When you left the hospital the day before you left for Japan. I told you I would be okay. That the doctors were trying to figure out what was wrong with me. Well, I lied man and I’m so sorry. I did it though to protect you from all the pain and suffering. I didn’t want you to remember me this way! Plus I knew you would never leave my side. I had to lie to you so you would chase after your own dreams. One day you will thank me for it! This is something a true friend would do for another. I would never hold you back Robert! Leukemia is tough man! All I ask is that you forgive me! I know you will be mad at first and it will take time to get over and heal from all of this. Just remember that I love you like my brother. In my death which by now has happened. I want you to have all of my things. All my trophies my awards. Place them in that huge oversized case with all the Championship belts you will win! I ask that you just keep me in your thoughts from time to time. Robert, I will be with you every night you step into that ring. I will watch over you. Who would have thought I’d be your guardian angel? Oh, and don’t think for a second that the tricks I play on you will ever stop. Now I kind of have powers and I will mess with you for as long as you live! Well, I have to wrap this up. I literally have to go now. Everything is getting fuzzy and I can barely hear anything. Your Mom and Dad are right here with me! They just said goodbye to me. I told them I loved them and will be handing this letter to your mom. It’s comforting to know they are here in my final hour. I love them like my own Mom and Dad! Please do not take it out on them! They didn’t know either until about a week ago. They came to see me every other day. Tell them I said hello and that I love them! My brother! I know tears are falling from your eyes right now. Don’t be sad! Just keep being who you are. Keep that ego going strong! It will kill in the wrestling business. One last thing. If you ever do have children. Let them know about their uncle Mike In heaven will ya? Show them pictures and tell them stories of things we used to do! Tell them who I truly was. Take them to baseball games! Lastly be the Champion Robert, that I never got the chance to become. Well, it’s time. I’ll see you around. I’ll miss you on the other side. Just know even in the afterlife I’ll still miss my best friend. Goodbye Robert!! P.S. My Mom checked all the spelling because I suck at writing! Love Always Your Brother Michael! P.S.S. ALWAYS Believe!!!!! |
Tears fall hitting the letter below. Robert drops the letter to the floor and falls back into the wall holding his head in shock. He glances over at his Mom and Dad who are also crying. His mouth hangs opened unsure what to say. He looks down at the I.W.G.P. Championship and wonders to himself through all the pain and tears if it was worth it! He now questions his every move over the past six months!
Today
The room was dimly lit with hundreds of flickering white candles. The air in the room was very still as the flames from each candle danced about wildly. The flames were steady and bright, turning a once dark room into a dimly lit room. Robert sits backwards on a black steel folding chair in the middle of the barren room with his back turned to the camera. Candles surrounding him. His bare chest laying against the cool steel back of the chair. Out of the corner of his eyes, he watches the blackened wicks of the candles he watches as the wax slowly turned to liquid falling down the side of each of the candles. Slowly coming to a stop on the floor. The wax puddles beneath each candle growing by the second. The flame of Each candle sends a basking glow on to Robert! He begins to speak softly.
And so the uncrowned king speaks! Danny, you finally decided to come out from whatever rock you were hiding under wallowing in your own self-pity. You leave the shadows and where do you go to cut your first promo? The arcade? Funny choice but an understandable one! For a man like yourself. I see you are trying to do whatever you can to get that feeling of winning again huh? You want that big winning hard on again right? That elation. That high! Even if it isn't real. You are willing to take it anyway you can get it. Even if you have to spend a week's pay throwing tokens into a machine. Pretending to be the hero we all know you'll never be when it comes to real life. It’s now like an addiction, isn’t it Danny? You desperately need to run your tongue over the sugar cube once more! Hoping you can just get a taste of relevance! That feeling of accomplishment running through your deprived veins!Robert laughs for a few seconds Playing make believe is for children! To me, it seems like a very odd way to gain your confidence back. But who am I to judge? Let's be honest you cannot cut it in the real world so you go for the imaginary one. In a weird way, I understand it! Trying to lose yourself in something else! Trying to take your broken mind off of what’s really going on! Playing games Danny, will not get you any closer to what you desire! It’s already game over your just too stupid to realize it!
The camera pans above Robert moving in a full 360 around the room revealing all of the now thousands of candles surrounding him. The camera then drops right in front of Robert. Hanging over the back of the black of the steel chair is the Hart Championship and the Trios Championship in all they glory! The gold shines brightly as the flames dance about! Robert takes his eyes off of the candles and slowly moves his eyes towards the camera. Glaring deep within it.
So I watched your little promo, for a second there I had to think back throughout the day. I tried to remember if I had taken any drugs or smoked something that might have made me trip out. Ya know see shit! As I thought back I realized nope, I'm just watching a Danny Imperial promo. As I watched I looked down at my glass of bourbon and thought to myself did I just have too much to drink? Or did someone spike my drink with some LSD? There for a moment, I was lost! I didn’t know if it was me or you Danny. Then I realized the random people popping in and out doing random things was just your usual boring bull shit promo! It’s is confusing to follow. It's even harder to watch. The random cut-ins! There is so much going on. There should be a disclaimer before it is shown to anyone! So people that have seizures won’t have them and sue! I’m not sure where you got the bright idea from! You need to revisit promo 101. Maybe you are just following the Gabe Reno guide on how to do a shitty promo? Throw as much bull shit at the wall as you can hoping something sticks!! It isn't impressive. It is mind numbingly bad! But hey, maybe I have it all wrong. Is there some sort of mind game you're trying to pull on me? The Jedi Mind Trick? Maybe there’s subliminal messaging in there? Trying to get me to lay down for you or something? Either way, I'm more lost than a drunk blind man trying to find the pisser in a bar.
So I'll try not to focus so much on the random bull shit you've thrown in and try to focus more on the half-hearted words you spoke. So here we go. I hope you’re ready for a verbal lashing. Because it’s going to hurt kid! Now I see you have chosen to call me Bobby, how cute Danny did you come up with that all on your own? Or did the teachers in the special education class give you a hand? We all know you’re not educated enough to come up with things on your own! Maybe you have an earpiece in and your girl Dolly is telling you what to say. Listen, kid! “Sticks and Stone” Calling me names and making fun of the way I dress will never work. It's been tried time and time again. You're going to have to step your game up tenfold if you even want to get close to my level. Maybe you'll go after my hair next? That's worked out so well for everyone else that I have faced. If this is all you have! You’ve already lost big time! Yeah, I was really quick to point out that you were a loser. I had to. Danny! Not because the entire wrestling world doesn’t already know it! No! It bugs you. Knowing deep down my words ring true. It makes your skin crawl knowing I'm right. It eats you alive in your dreams. We’ve seen that first hand! But Danny! It's the truth! Is that the part you cannot stand? My words cutting you deeper than any knife could. Or can you not stand that it is the truth? I’m not stretching the truth here at all. Facts are facts. You even know what a failure you have become! You're seeking that winning feeling again! You crave that feeling that has eluded you over the past few weeks. You need to win. That win you ever so desire against real talent will not come at my expense! So keep playing those games for your cheap thrills. Once the bell rings I end you!
You see Danny I really don't think you are listening to my words. So I'll reiterate them for you. Dumb them down a bit. Make sure I’m speaking on your level of the Neanderthal! I said you, Danny, you! Think that you are such a dragon slayer! Whether you said it or not doesn’t matter at this point. It was the way you were conducting yourself! We all could see your ego rising. You head swelled up more than Barry Bonds did on the juice! You thought you were on top of the mountain. Undefeated at one point. How quickly when we think we are at the top, we tumble all the way back down to the bottom! Funny when the gloating came to an end you realized you were nothing but a stinking pile! Danny, they weren't even average at best. It’s not an assumption of mine. It's a fact. The guys you have faced are nothing more than lower mid card wrestlers. Half-assed want to be’s. They want to be the Chris Chaos’s of the world! They want to be the Universal Champion. They want to become legends! Better yet they just want to become a real champion! None of this bull shit 24/7 crap! They want to be looked at like they are the real deal. They are overlooked! Written off! No flash no challenge. Easily beaten. Just like yourself Danny! If you think for a second that you and I are on the same level. You might actually be dumber than I originally thought you were. You even called me, The Omega a double fucking champion here in the XWF a mid card wrestler.
Yet you call me delusional? I was a top star the day I stepped foot in this company. I was a top star before I came to this company. ROBERT MAIN is known worldwide. Where were you even know at all? I was never at the bottom kid it was more like straight to the top. Shining star sort of deal. I was a top star before this championship you are trying to wrestle away from me as Lane tweeted! Being a top superstar is something that you will never know anything about! I sell out arenas. Look at the merchandise! You’d be lucky to buy a shit of mine anywhere on this earth! They sell out! You will remain right where you are at as long as guys like me are on the top! I will be a top star long after I beat you and retain my Hart Championship! Would you like to name the list of current or former Universal Champions you have beaten? See I'd wait but I know the answer. There is not a single one on the Imperial shit list. Want to peek at mine for a moment? Of course not Danny because I have three names. I accomplished every dream you ever had in a matter of months! You can’t hold my jock strap let along beat me in the ring! If in not “club love” as you called it! Then what am I, Danny? Either way, I’m better than you! No love or “club love”! Let’s say for a second that I am indeed a mid-card wrestler! I’ve beaten my brother in arms Chaos! I’ve truly the only man to ever beat my good friend Jim Caedus! If I am what you say I am! Then what are you, Danny? You think you are this mid-card wrestler! Yet you are below me in every way. You obliviously have not idea what you are talking about! Do we want to start placing wins in different columns now Danny? You won that way do it doesn’t count? Wins are wins and losses are losses! You have more of one of those than I do! Can you guess which one? LOSSES!
No man in this company has pinned me yet! Period! How many men have pinned you, Danny? I state my case. You are I are on far different planes! You think for some reason I am going to get squeezed out? Really? You really couldn’t see the forest from the trees. If you were standing right in the middle of the forest! If you really knew what was going on behind the scenes you would be running away in certain fear! We are taking over one Championship at a time. Can’t you see it, Danny? AX3 runs the XWF! Once everything comes into play you will learn Danny Imperial. We own your ass as well! You say the Kings and you are just passersby. Associates! If you talk to them you are our enemy! Pryce sure was quick to jump to your aid though! Wasn’t he? It’s okay if you puff those peters Kid. Just don’t lie about it! Be honest with the world and just let us know how much of a flaming King sucker you really are! I might just be toilet scum as you described it. But here is the thing Danny boy! I’m your Hart Champion whether you like it or not You still have to call me Champ! I’ve taken the Championship and made it something it never was Danny! I brought it front and center! So what you won the Television Championship and had to defend it a week later. Read the fine print with those coke bottles you have for glasses! That’s the stipulation dick weed! And yeah so maybe I did rough you up a little bit before! Not my problem! A bigger man, one with a set of balls would have stepped up to the challenge and retained! A bigger man would have risen to the occasion and won! Danny, we all know you are just not that man! Cry someplace else, Danny! You lost no excuse!
The Scene Fades To Static. To Be Continued…..