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Robert "The Omega" Main · (07-08-2025)

Robert awoke bewildered, his heart hammering the inside of his chest like a drum, his eyes wide scampering around the dark room as if searching for a concealed threat that wasn’t there. His heart pounded against his ribcage, each beat reverberating like a jackhammer on a construction site, sending tremors through his entire body. His face was a canvas of discombobulation and trepidation, brows furrowed deeply, and his mouth slightly agape as he gasped for breath. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead, glistening in the dim light, and his skin had taken on a ghostly hue. Robert's body language was tense and rigid. His hands clutched the bed sheets tightly, knuckles white from the strain, as if holding on for dear life. His shoulders were hunched, and his muscles were coiled, ready to spring into action at the slightest provocation. He sat up abruptly, his movements jerky and uncoordinated, betraying the turmoil within.

His breathing was rapid and shallow, each exhale a sharp, audible release of tension. His eyes, still wide with shock, flickered around the room, trying to make sense of his surroundings and the remnants of the dream that had jolted him awake. In that moment, Robert was a picture of raw, unfiltered emotion, his body and face telling testimony of the past he was trying to bury. The room was pitch black, excluding the subdued incandescence of the moonlight filtering through the curtains. The soft, silvery light cast delicate patterns on the walls, creating an ethereal glow that contrasted with the darkness. The curtains, slightly parted, welcomed just enough light to seep through, illuminating the room with a compassionate, calming presence.

Robert glanced over at his wife, Sarah, who was still peacefully asleep beside him. Her face was serene, framed by tousled strands of hair that caught the moonlight, giving her an almost angelic appearance. The rhythmic rise and fall of her chest as she breathed deeply was a stark contrast to Robert's own rapid, shallow breaths. The room itself was a sanctuary of tranquility and familiarity. The bed, large and inviting, was covered with a thick, plush duvet that provided warmth and security. On the nightstand beside Sarah, a small, antique lamp stood, its base adorned with intricate designs, though it remained unlit. A few books were stacked neatly beside it, their spines showing signs of frequent reading.

The dreams had returned, picturesque and relentless, pulling Robert back into the squared circle where he once reigned supreme. He could almost hear the roar of the crowd, feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins, and see the bright lights of the arena. The memories were so extraordinary they blurred the line between dream and reality, leaving him unbalanced and on edge. In his dreams, he was the Universal Champion, the crowd's deafening roar reverberating in his ears as he stood triumphant. He could feel the crushing weight of the championship belt on his shoulder once more, but as the dream diminished, so did the acclaim, reestablished by a gnawing sensation of unfinished business. Often those same dreams expeditiously turn into his own personal purgatory. In his nightmares, Robert sees himself back in a XWF ring, he had just defended his Universal Championship in a debilitating match, his body battered black-and-blue and debilitated. As he stood in the ring, barely able to lift his arms in victory, the Unknown Soldier's music hit. The crowd exploded in a mix of shock and excitement. Robert's heart pounded as he saw Soldier sprinting down the ramp, briefcase in hand. The bell rang, and within moments, the Soldier capitalized on Robert's weakened state. The referee's count echoed in his ears, one, two, three, and just like that the championship was extricated, and Robert was left dead cent of the ring staring up at the lights reeling, the betrayal and swiftness of the loss haunting him long after he awoke. This complex of not living up to his past magnificence torments him, making him question his worth and abilities.

Robert silently slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Sarah, and made his way to the living room. He sank into the couch, his mind racing. He had achieved so much in the XWF Universal Champion for almost a year, Tag Champion, Xtreme Champion. Yet, there was a part of him that felt incomplete, as if there was one more chapter left to write in his famed wrestling career. But the reality of his life now was far different. He had a loving family wife and two young sons who looked up to him. The thought of leaving them to return to the road, the grueling schedule, and the constant risk of injury weighed heavily on his heart. What if he got hurt? What if he couldn't be there for his family when they needed him the most?

As he sat there, lost in thought, he heard the soft patter of little feet. His youngest son, Atlas, appeared in the doorway, clutching his favorite stuffed animal.

"Daddy, why are you up?" Atlas asked, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

Robert smiled and patted the spot next to him on the couch. "Just thinking, buddy. Come here."

Atlas climbed up beside him, resting his head on Robert's shoulder. "About wrestling?"

Robert chuckled softly. "Yeah, something like that."

"Are you going back?" Atlas's innocent question cut straight to Robert's heart.

"I don't know, buddy. It's a big decision. I love wrestling, but I love you and your brother and mommy more."

Ethan looked up at him with wide eyes. "We love you too, Daddy. We just want you to be happy."

Robert hugged his son tightly, feeling the weight of his decision pressing down on him. He knew he had to find a balance between his passion and his responsibilities. Maybe there was a way to finish his story without sacrificing the life he had built with his family. As he sat there, holding his son close, Robert made a silent promise to himself. He would find a way to reconcile his past with his present, to honor the wrestler he once was while being the father and husband his family needed. The road ahead wouldn't be easy, but with his family's love and support, he knew he could face whatever challenges lay ahead.

And with that resolve, Robert felt a sense of peace wash over him. He kissed Atlas’s forehead and whispered, "Let's get you back to bed, champ."

As he tucked his son in and returned to his own bed, Robert knew that the dreams would continue to come. But now, he had a new dream to chase a dream of finding harmony between his past and his future, for himself and for the ones he loved most.

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