::::Continued from::::: -- Chapter 2: "Hero's don't exist.... In life.... The Monsters win."-- http://xwf99.com/showthread.php?tid=36833

” The two of you will never escape in one piece, security will take each of you down and I’ll make sure both of you never see the light of day. If you let me go now what’s coming can be avoided. Just surrender.”



Chris, cracks his neck tightening his mask before replying.



” Surrender? You just don’t get it do you doc?” Page taunts the psychiatrist as Robert tightens his grip, squeezing just enough to leave fingerprints. “Like I said the first fucking time, we’re busting out of here. Submission isn’t an option.”



Page & Main had become machines of an apocalypse they’ve created, now hardwired to dismantle others, nourishing the bogeymen they’d become. In those dark moments after the ambush, the point of no return had arrived on Cataclysms doorstep. Robert ran his hand through his greying beard letting out a sigh, bourbon still fresh on his breath. ” You ready? “ Robert asked Chris with a sinister smile. ” Absolutely..” Chris nods as Robert pushed psychiatrist in Page’s direction. ” I provide us protection, you keep this shrink close, he’s our ticket out of this hell hole.”



“They are watching you from the security camera hidden in the wall. They’ve been trained to deal with situations like this. If they must, they will kill each one of you.”



Keeping their voices low, they shifted their curiosity to the surveillance camera covertly shrouded hidden in the walls. It was nothing new to discover they were being observed. The uncanny scene was a blow to the chest momentarily, reminding them of the deliverance they no longer possessed. Robert snickers. “I guarantee they’ve never trained for a moment like this one, Chris block that camera. [/i] Page’s eyes were unmoving as he tossed the psychiatrist against the wall blocking the view of the camera. [/i]



“There isn’t a way out of this room. It’s locked tight, the two of you are stuck.



” Watch and learn.” Robert stepped forward placing his hands on the door for a moment. ” AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” Hellbent, Robert planted one foot on the concrete floor, securing the door frame in each hand and began unloading with all the power he could muster and ramming it into the door with a deafening howl BOOM….BOOM….BOOM…. The door began to rattle, as the center began to bulge obscurely with each blast. CRACK…. POP…. BOOM…. dust fluttered out from the door frame, disconnecting from the concrete wall. “AHHHHHHHHH”







Robert tossed the door aside realizing they were not in an asylum. His eyes shifted to the immense shell of a decrepit butcher’s shop, the roof with fractured tiles, windows shattered in ten million pieces, fragments of fragmented glass underneath Robert’s boots. Page launches the deceitful psychiatrist face-first on the decomposing wooden floors. “Where in the fuck are, we? Robert kicks a piece of crumbling mortar, eyeing the invasive vegetation in walls. ” Better question is where are all the security?” Chris places his boot on the psychiatrist’s chest who is trying to crawl away. ” Where you going buddy? We’re far from finished. As a matter of fact.”



Page kneels punching the fraudulent shrink in the face, a small trickle of blood begins to flow from his nose. Trembling he replies. ” If I tell you they will kill me” Page torpedoes knuckle into the unknown man’s gut. ” AH, PLEASE..” Chris gets back to his feet rocketing his foot into the man’s side. ” If you don’t tell us, we’ll kill you!” Robert braced himself against the empty doorway running his other hand over graffiti encumbered walls. ” Let’s start sticking this prick with all these used syringes.” Page kicks a used syringe out of view when Robert notices something more appealing. Pulling the man off the floor.



” I’ve got a better idea.” A sickly-sweet butcher shop odor engulfed Robert’s nasal cavity as he dragged the man across the trash covered floor.







” Yeah that should do it, Bob. The man couldn't breathe, it felt like someone was choking him. His heart, racing all he wanted to do was curl up into a ball and wait for someone to prevent what appeared to be the end. But no one would because no one was there. A choked whimper for help forced itself up his throat, as Robert placed his neck to the saw blade, he saw a tear run down the man's face. ” Last chance talk of I slit your throat!”







Robert was a ticking time bomb. There was a frigid burning to Robert’s wrath. Any provocation, no matter how minuscule and his temper would ignite. This is how the new Robert showed revulsion, superiority and imparted terror. Robert pressed the man’s neck further into the blade drawing blood.







” Do it, Robert!”



” OKAY!!! I’ll talk, but so you know they are watching all of this on a live feed. Soon they will be here to recapture the two of you.”



Robert lets go.



” Recapture? What the hell do these sick freaks want with Robert and me?”



” The two of you have unlocked something within yourselves, a darker side, no emotions to what either of you is doing. One singular goal vengeance. There isn’t a switch to turn it on and off, the two of you have become something more and they want to know how you did it so they can weaponize it. I work for a top-secret lab conducting human experiments. I’m a scientists.”



Page interrupts. ” There isn’t a grand fucking mystery, we smoked a bad blunt and here we are. We saw The Dark Side Of The Moon. Our true potential. We unlocked who we truly are. Settling scores is nothing new in our line of work”



“No, no, no, no. Do either one of you hear voices that are not your own?” Robert & Page both nod in agreement as the scientists continues. ” Okay.. We believe that whatever the two of you took linked each of you to alternate versions of yourselves. Those doppelgangers are somehow trying to cross over into this world, taking over each of you. We think that this can go both ways and maybe we can even travel back and forth.” Robert smacks Chris in the chest. “I smoke one freaking time and I entered a parallel universe and met my evil twin?” As the scientist picks himself off the floor he nods in agreement. “Precisely”



::::To Be Continued::::






” Is it wrong that I can’t wait to hear the screams of pain and torment coming from the vocal cords of Vita and Vanessa? I wish I could say that this is going to be some classic title defense, but this is going to be a massacre. You got Vanessa who is out here sounding like a marked down knock off of Robbie Bourbon, a chick stupid enough to admit that she sat back and watched her “partner” take a beating on Warfare while citing we didn’t attack her because apparently, we are “scared”. Do you realize how you sound? It’s about as confusing as one second, I’m gay and the next I’m using the beating of Vita for spank bank material, I mean can you pick one and go with it for Christ sake? This isn’t difficult to do and while your attempts are on a level of Peter Gilmour you need to work on your delivery because dumber people have said better shit about me than the dribble you just tried to spit.”



Robert chimes in.



” You’re a walking embarrassment to professional wrestling and your precious women’s movement. The ME-TOO movement is dead and gone ladies, try again with something more palatable. The bonkers things that come out of your mouth make me wonder if you don’t have a dick swinging between those legs, as opposed to some sweet nectar of the Gods. Because by taking one good look at you it makes me question what the hell you are. Then again, your looks are exactly why you’re desperate to garner some sort of attention because we all know if someone got between those legs after they dusted the cobwebs, they’re going to have to remove the teeth. Listen up cuntcake and listen well, you had every opportunity to walk down that aisle since you “claimed” to be in attendance, but you didn’t. You elected to stay put knowing the moment you reared that face only a librarian could love, you would have ended up on the ass end of hammering just like Vita… Oh, and for the record, I wasn’t alone Chris and I clobbered the piss out Vita you dumb bitch.


Not only did we take out like yesterday’s garbage, but it was also Vita who took a swing at me. She made herself fair game and she paid the ultimate price for it. Kind of like the price you are going to pay for sticking your nose in our business. I’ll be honest I can’t wait to throw you around like an overweight ragdoll. The sad thing is I went through this whole “anything a man can do a woman can do” thing with Drew Who was it back then the tried the same bull shit?” Robert scratches his head “Oh, yeah “The Midnight Dolls.” The two of you being women has nothing to do with this match whatsoever. This is about defending our Tag Team Titles against two millennial ratchet snowflake bitches. What’s next Page and I white privileged too? Give us a freaking break here. The only choice we have in this match is to wallop your asses and move on to Warfare where I’ll win the captains match and then move onto Wargames where we will be victorious once more.”



Page hops back in.



” Can we talk about something else that you seem to be confused about, I mean after all when you’re back is against the wall like yours has become, you’ll say any and everything possible to twist narratives, piss poorly mind you, but it rests with how I am being carried by Robert Main. Let’s talk about it… AGAIN… and I’ll tell you the same thing I told Shane when he spits the same shit not even two months ago. I know how to pick em’ when you’re making a point which is why my stock has risen while yours continues to deteriorate. The next time you want to try and dribble some trash in my direction do yourself a favor and don’t repeat the same lame shit that everyone else seems to repeat over, and over and over again. All it shows is how talentless you are not only as a performer but as a human being as well, or at least do a decent job in the process so you don’t look as lame as you do now. You’ve got an entire week to try and retort to save some sort of face but lame gay jokes or bullshit excuses for being a scared cunt won’t get the job done. Good luck, you need it. Anarchy is calling you, pick up that call.


Vita, please tell me you have more common sense than this chick that’s been thrown into the mix with you.


Please tell me you don’t buy into her excuses for NOT showing up while in the building on Warfare.


Like I almost feel sorry that you pretend Vanessa can hold her weight when standing opposite two powerhouses that are Chris Page and Robert Main, and I almost feel sorry for attacking you knowing that apparently, she was there but nowhere to be seen on television at ANY point within the broadcast. I’m serious, NOT ONE SHOT ON CAMERA. What a fucking joke! This is the nature of a partner that YOU have the rely on and you want to try to convince me that VVomen leaving Savage with the Tag Titles around their waist is legit? That’s a pipe dream if there ever was one. You; however, you have the chance to do something special… that’s right… you can leave Vanessa hanging high and dry just like she did to you. Sacrifice her to us and we can let all this go away. It’s not like she gives a shit about the match in general, am I right? I’ll cut you an even sweeter deal since Vanessa isn’t your first choice in a partner if you surrender her to us, we will grant you and a partner that you choose another shot at these straps. It doesn’t get much sweeter than that. It’s just a thought.


I don’t expect you to step to the side as it doesn’t strike me as your nature, but neither is admitting that you’re going to underperform which is exactly what you’ve already done.


How so?


I’m glad you asked.


You’ve stated that you’re going to “try” and that you’re going to “give it your best shot” to take our straps away. Those are nice ways of saying that you’re going to fall flat. If you walk into this under the impression that “trying” is going to take you to the pay window than maybe, we should continue what YOU started on Warfare and finish you off once and for all. You saw what “trying” did for you on Warfare and it’s only going to get worse if you share that ring apron with that other thunder cunt. Collectively neither one of you stands a fucking chance when that opening bell tolls and this party gets underway. We’re going to tear you both apart limb by limb, piece by bloody piece because we can and because you’re not going to be able to stop us. This isn’t personal, not yet, regardless of how much Gibson wants to try and make it. Neither of you has that power especially when I wake up Sunday morning and look at my nightstand to see my title staring back at me. I am looking forward to sitting back and watching the walking conditions continue to flow from your mouths like blood from your vagina’s, but the result isn’t going to change and that results is Cataclysm leaving Savage exactly as we’ve entered… the XWF Tag Team Champions.”



Robert closes it down.



” Ladies get to safety. Because it's evident neither one of you understand just who you are talking too. Vita, you of all people should know better, you’ve been down this road and it ended up a disaster. You’ve been handed opportunity after opportunity and what have you done with them? Each time you’ve stonewalled yourself. This is just another one of those times where those hopes and dreams get dashed by superior athletes, by lunatics on a mission. The two if you are nothing more than a sideshow act to this company. Chris and I will pulverize the two of you to smithereens because that’s what defending champions do crazy as fuck or not. We’ve got to smash the two of you and not how you're hoping either. We’re sending a message loud and clear if you fuck with us, we will demolish everything you’ve ever built in this company. But don’t worry ladies we will leave each of you with a prize, a trouncing from Cataclysm. Oh, and another opportunity squandered away. But hey who’s counting right?”



Robert pauses for a second clearing his throat, then shift’s gears. ” Now that the light work is out of the way we can shift our attention to bigger and better things if you want to call it that. We’re going to have some new challengers stepping to the plate in either Carnes and Chaos or Rose and Kealiʻi. I pray the winner of this affair takes a good long look at the path of destruction that lays in our wake. You can’t frighten two men who don’t fear a damn soul walking this planet. Page and I are running on all cylinders and we are fighting towards a common goal. That being utter dominance. When you have two people as laser-focused on leaving a trail of broken bodies all the way to the board of directors you would probably not want to be on the winning end of your little gathering because even a win is a loss when you think about having to stand in the ring with the two of us. We’re in a totally no fucks given mindset until we rewrite the wrongs that have been leveled down upon us for no reason other than we tried to give the XWF something it hasn’t had in years. You know relevance maybe even a compelling television show. Now it’s payback time and anyone that steps in front of us isn’t going to be anything more than a casualty. Don’t say you haven’t been warned mother fuckers.”

- HALL OF LEGENDS 2019
- 2019 Heel of the Year
- 2019 Locker Room Leader of the Year
- 2019 Feud of the Year w. Robert Main (you’re welcome)
- Former


With Robert "The Omega" Main

XWF World Heavyweight Champion