He could feel the excessive summer heat hammering down on the back of his neck searing him from the outside. ” God it’s hot as balls.” His skin took on a glistening shine as the salty drops swarmed his eyes, cascaded down his back, free-flowing like the condensation on a windowpane, perspiration beaded on his forehead and continuously dripped from his bearded chin. Robert opened his canteen taking a gigantic gulp refreshing his mind, body and soul. ” Ahhhh, good shit.” He leered out over the plains thinking to himself how alien the world appeared, at least to him… Nothing seemed normal anymore in this shit year known as 2020 except his customary standard of wrestling. That remained the same bearing multiple gifts, remaining undefeated, obtaining the Tag Team Titles, conquering Wargames and becoming X-Champion just to name a few. "The Omega" had the XWF by the balls, somethings just don't change. In a time where the entire world was crumbling, Main's world remained intact. He slightly turned his head focusing on the camera with his black-hearted eyes following by a grin.




” They proclaim Champions are supposed to behave as such long before they ever wear the crown.”



Robert chuckles under his breath before becoming more solemn.



Lies…



” They’ll tell you men and women are required to have a premier pedigree and winning standard of performance long before they are successful.”



Shaking his head he proceeds.



Deception…



They’ll pour copious amounts of poison into your ear convincing you that if you put everything you have into this business; you can become anything you desire… There isn’t a glass ceiling you cannot breakthrough. No brass ring you cannot touch and no Championship you cannot attain.”



The monstrosity snarls revealing his single gold tooth.



Hypocrisy…



” They’ll depict an alluring rendering of what your career could be. But only if you work a backbreaking schedule, sign autographs, kiss babies and push their merchandise. Show up on time like a good boy, stay devoted to those who support you, respect friends and adversaries alike and you’ll flourish in this profession.”



His unsympathetic eyes pierced the camera while the miscreant snickered.



Propaganda…



The demon was on horseback, riding unaccompanied on a raven-colored stallion, crossing the great plains towards his final destination in Iowa. His only comrade was a shotgun planted firmly in its leather holster attached to the saddle he was planted in. “The Omega” needed a break from it all, the constant assaults, the verbal back and forth, the unfluctuating criticism. Out here the euphoria of circumventing the concrete jungle gave him what he searched for. Instead of the pollution filled cities, the fresh air gave way to subtle loneliness as he gently held the reins with his bare hands. Robert grimaced as the rough leather reins rubbed soon-to-be blisters between each of his fingers. He shook his hand before speaking out loud. ” I knew I should have grabbed leather gloves. Damn it.” A part of him yearned for the hustle and bustle of the busy streets. Unlike the city he was accustomed to the scenery was penned in by snow-capped mountains, here you could see blue in every direction down to the horizon. This barbarian was given a mouth so he could utter egotistical words and so he did.







” Since stepping foot inside the XWF I had a vision, a dream of how I wanted my career to go, what I wanted to achieve. Since then I have single handily changed the landscape of this business tenfold. As my field of vision grew, the fans cheered, they stood in awe, holding on to the edges of their seats giving me their hearts. They each watched in disbelief, stunned in utter silence once I reached the apex of this company. But then without warning these fans, these civilized people I fought for, turned their backs on me. That’s right, in my darkest hour the ones who had propped me up, tore me down with a vengeance, and at that moment down on my knees with nowhere to turn I choose to stop treading water. I discovered what had always been missing, my individuality. I found my purpose and like a phoenix ascending from the ashes, I was reborn…



There’s a slight pause before the champ continued. Arrogance clung to each word that left his cherry lips.



” Charlie Nickles you came into the XWF like a bat out of hell, a man on fire, until here recently, you were undefeated… That right there is an intoxicating feeling isn’t it? Riding high… Then like so many, you had the carpet pulled out from underneath, shot down in a blaze of glory. Unblemished no more… It's one hell of a drop from the top... Did you think for a split second that you could keep this facade going? Eventually, Charlie, you were going to run into someone more hardened, more vigorous. Then it happened. You were vanquished by who?” Robert can’t help himself and laughs out loud startling his horse. ” You got trounced by that lonesome loser Robbie Bourbon. I thought you might have had an ounce of potential underneath the homeless bum fight look. But clearly, I was incorrect… Now suddenly you are diving headfirst into the deep end of the pool and by the looks of it, you can't fucking swim." Our arrogant double Champion swims through the air, then flips the camera off. "Charlie, I am something unlike you have ever seen. I’m the buzz saw… The end all be all... Since challenging me I have allowed you to walk around untouched…”



Pointing to his gut he presses on.



” Deep down in the pit of your stomach you had to know there were going to be repercussions. The second you turned your back I baptized you with a steel chair… How feebleminded… A man that has been in the business for nearly 20 years got caught with his pants down. Sarah and I left you laying, a bloody broken mess, and Charlie it’s only going to get worse.”



Robert pulled back on the reins. ” Whoa nelly. I had to say that.” As he did the horse stopped on a dime as our villain took another look around abruptly catching a silhouette from the corner of his eye. He gawked at the female Comanche Indian from under his wide-brimmed hat turning his nose upward. “The Omega” bathed in a nanosecond of grandeur and felt his predominance as he spoke softly to himself. ” Lords Of The Plains. I’ve found what I’ve been searching for.” His eyes narrowed as his hand leisurely fell to his holstered shotgun. This heathen had no standards, no ethics, and damn sure no code of honor. She had a poor grasp of his grammar and seemed startled backing away. Time stood still as they each examined one another unsure of what was about to happen. He spat on the dirt as she took a few more steps back. Executing her in in cold blood was no worse than shooting a sick dog. His head still throbbing from the previous night’s drinking; the alcohol obliterated the excruciating memories of what was. She then turned to go as Robert grasped his shotgun with a much firmer grip…







She had been collecting berries for her family. Tonight, they would gather for songs and tales of their ancestors and the spirits. He remained vigilant until he did the unthinkable, pulling the shotgun from the holster pointing it at her back before shaking his head… ” No… I’m a terrible son of a bitch, but I’d never hurt a woman.” Robert, then raised the shotgun towards the heavens gently squeezing on the trigger, playing with the point at which the slug may or may not be released. The gunshot took him by surprise echoing throughout the plains as she screamed falling to the Earth trying to get away, dropping her berries… He peeked over his shoulder watching his back, as he turned around, she was gone. He pumped the shotgun ejecting the slug.






” It seems I’ve stumbled upon what I was looking for…” He grinned… ” They already know I’m here… Hell, they probably saw what just happened…” He ran his fingers through his beard nodding… ” One of the most brutal Indian tribes that ever walked the face of this Earth. The Comanche… Time to understand violence on a whole new level.”



The horse beneath him was just as done with this adventure as Robert was, his neck was lathered in substantial sweat, curling the short, stiff hairs of his ebony coat. Foam leaked from the corners of his thirsty steed’s mouth. ” One more time, buddy.” Robert thought to himself as he patted his charcoal stallion on the neck picking up the reins.” Just a few more miles to camp and you can have all the apples and water you’d like.” The horse’s mane bounced with his stride; as Robert shifted his weight to his outside hip and dug his heel into the horse’s left side, the mustang picked up the lead in perfect rhythm, tucking his head in and bounding forward. The thundering of hooves split the silence as a lone stallion galloped over the bleak landscape. The wind wisping his mane into the air like flames. His muscles rippled from under his freshly groomed pelt and his powerful legs propelled them forward.

Camp.

The fire crackled in the corner of the campsite, projecting long shadows on the surrounding area. The light cast by the flames danced across the dark trunks of the trees, twisting and curling in obscure shapes and providing a small radius of light. The fire itself was pulsating, the glowing embers seemed to move in rhythm with the flames, matching every dip and sweep. It was mesmerizing to watch, the colors of auburn and red gave way to gold and white near the center, where the radiating heat was the greatest. Robert knew that they would come for him, he just didn’t know when. He stopped just in front of the fire shotgun in one hand and an armload of fire word in the other. His voice exploded like a storm echoing deep inside of him as he spoke. It's low and velvety but devastating enough to send chills through a normal man's body. When he starts to speak his low, thunderous voice crashes like a wave upon the sand.



” Since procuring the X-title I have been under siege nearly 90 times, more than any other man or woman that has held onto the Championship in recent memory… They can drop me on my head a thousand times, toss me through a wall and bash me with whatever they can scrounge for. I’ll always kick out, I’ll never surrender, and make no mistake about it when I say this.” The Xtreme Champion with his back still turned to the camera places his shotgun over his shoulder.” I am the iron man of the XWF, and I demonstrate it every damn time I’m in that ring. Because of that, I’ve become a wanted man, when is the last time a bounty has been placed on another man’s head? Dyson demands I face her in a match, the supposed queen of the XWF. What a crock of shit… Queen? No, no… That’s a moniker given because she prevailed in a torment filled with rookies… There is only one queen and she currently wears the only crown that matters in the business… Then there is Graves the pedophile, his cock holster Thunder Knuckles, the butterball Robbie Bourbon and the man I’ll eviscerate come Super Relentless The Wizard.”







Robert takes a knee adding wood to the fire and poking it with a long stick. He leered on as the fire seemed to suffocate a little as if unsure of itself, unready to devour the new offerings. The flames licked at the new wood, like a nervous kitten sending unsubstantial sparks to die in the air. Finally the fire it found its confidence and grew until the heat warmed him, orange flames celebrated with their wild flickering dance. It would have to last through the night because there would be no one there to nurse it throughout the darkest hours.



” So, what do all these ass holes have in common? Besides trolling me like a bunch of high school bitches all going after the quarterback on prom night. It’s straightforward really… Charlie, each one of them know without a shadow of a doubt that I’d put their head on a silver platter just like I’ll do to you on Savage. But that isn’t what this is about, this runs much deeper than that. It’s because the limelight isn’t shining on them, it’s because they are not the center of attention and you are getting an opportunity at something, they each know full well they do not deserve. So, each of them have decided to throw a bit of a shit fit making themselves look like morons. They call me a duck, yet our Universal Champion is pleading for competition… Funny how the world works, they believe I’m an easy out… Once Super Relentless is over, starting with Thunder Knuckles one by one they will fall to my sword.”



Robert lays the shotgun on the ground placing his hands up close to the fire.



” But enough about the bitch boy squad. Charlie let’s talk about your low-rent ass and how there isn’t a shield that can protect you from the wrath that I’m about to release. I’m the immovable force the indestructible object and you’ll find that out the hard way. Just remember one thing going into this match, anything that you can get those second-rate hands-on so can I and even worse for you. I can put my hands on you. Charlie, you will fundamentally realize that the most dangerous weapon in this business is “The Omega”. When it comes to you and me you are unquestionably substandard when it comes to legitimate competition, I’ve graced the ring with Kings and next to them you are mediocre at best. Ever heard of James Fucking Raven, Centurion, Fuzz? These are legends in this business real fucking Goliaths, men who paved the road for insignificant, run of the mill, pieces of two-bit shit like yourself. Two of those names I’ve slain, the other I tagged with… For you to even speculate that you are going to waltz into that ring and outclass me is absurd. It’s that way of thinking that has gotten many before you incapacitated…



Thinking of me as just a man Charlie is a fatal miscalculation… There have been many who have been tripped up in this misinterpretation as well. I’m not just a man, no, no, I am the unrelenting principles of a world that has thrown itself away to flesh-and-blood monsters. What they can’t seem to comprehend is that I am everywhere, and I am everything in this business… The idioms I articulate are not just jargon, my words are something more, something more cataclysmic than most men or women will ever realize… The lexicon I speak becomes razor blades, each cutting deeper than the last, not to mention they work… My vernacular alone will subdue your mind long before we ever step foot inside my squared circle. Charlie, we have a date with destiny and come Savage this will all have come full circle… How fitting? This match defines your world, all the blood sweat and tears that you’ve put in fighting for what you thought you believed in. Over twenty years to be exact, and in one moment I’ll take it all away… So, tell me where this higher thinking has landed you?”



There’s a slight lull.



” Right here with me."



A snake trapped in a cage with a fucking rat, just remember Charlie it was you who asked for this. A match where I can release as much lethal toxin into your veins as I’d like and not a solitary soul to tell me otherwise. No one will come to your aid, no one will save your sorry ass. In all of this though you’ll have learned a valuable lesson. Always defang a venomous creature before you get within striking distance. And whether you Charlie or anybody else likes it or not. I’m the man around here, and those of you who just can’t seem to learn from history… Well, you're doomed to repeat it. So many others have come for me and like each of them I’ll tear your dreams right out from underneath you… See Charlie our stories are both somber tales. We are both two broken-down gunslingers walking up opposite sides of the mountain maybe for the very last time. One trying to get back to greatness, the other trying to get there for the first time... Each knowing perfectly well that when we reach the top, we are going to have to pull the trigger… In that heartbeat … That is where we find out just how different we truly are. Once I draw my weapon there will be no hesitation and certainly remorse for what I do… As I walk over your fragmented body the world will watch the XWF’s true gunslinger in all his glory.”



Robert leisurely begins moving towards his shotgun not taking his eyes off the campfire. He inches closer…



Closer…



He’s just about there…



As tomahawk cuts into frame stopping at Robert’s neck. He raises his arms into the sky not moving a muscle.



” Let me guess… Madison Dyson sent you?”



A piece of paper is dropped onto the ground next to Robert, he hesitates before looking.






” Jesus Christ are you serious? She printed wanted dead or alive posters?”



Whack…



It’s lights out for “The Omega”

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