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Robert "The Omega" Main · (05-10-2017)

Rise Of A Champion Part # 2. Continued From Birth Of A Champion.

Friday 7:20 A.M. End Of Senior Year Of High School

Rob: Hey Mike!

Mike: Hey Rob what’s up man?

Rob: Can you believe in two weeks? Just two weeks man! We will be done with school forever! No more waking up before the sun comes up. No more teachers telling us what to do and what to believe. It’s all going to be over! Right after my graduation party, I’m going to head to Japan and start my wrestling career! I’m going to take all the money I get and go! Coach Brown knows promoters over there. He’s already made several calls. I’m going to be training under the original Tiger Mask man! You have to come and see my first match man. I’ll pay for everything!

Mike: I know it seems just like yesterday we were freshman! It’s weird to think that we will be done with school forever. No more homework! The original Tiger Mask was sweet! Remember when my dad got that chip for our satellite and we watched all the paper views from Japan? We never knew what anyone was saying! But the wrestling was amazing! Plus those death matches were sick! So do you already have tickets to go over to Japan and everything?

Rob: Yeah, Mom and Dad hate it but they said they would be there for my first match! I’m nervous about it. But excited too.

Mike: Yeah I’d be nervous too man. We all know how you hate to fly. That’s a long way on a plane man! You know I’ll be their front row! I’d love to see Japan.

Rob: Something wrong man you seem off? Is everything okay? You seem pale?

Mike: Yeah I think so. I’ve just been super tired and sore all over man. All these baseball games in a row and workouts in between. The stress from Coach Brown and all these collages looking into me. I'm just worn down! I’m just always tired. Tonight there are going to be tons of college scouts in the stands and I’m nervous about it. It’s my big chance ya know? I don’t want to ruin it! Plus hell the whole school is looking to me to win state with my pitching! I’m alright man.

Robert stops Mike before they walk into their high school placing his hand on his shoulder.

Rob: Listen to me man. Look at me! Everything is going to be fine! No matter what happens tonight. It’s just state! You’ve won three in a row man! Look at everything that you have accomplished playing baseball in high school! You are the best pitcher in the United States! Your one hell of a hitter too! You hold every single high school record in this state! You have never lost a game! Tonight will be no different! The scouts will go crazy over you man. You are going to have your pick of what collage you want to go and play baseball for! I’ll be their front row cheering you on! Right where I always am with our parents and a few lovely ladies of course!

Mike smiles at Rob for a moment before going into a coughing fit. Mike quickly waves for Rob to go on into the school as he places his hands over his mouth. As Rob walks into the school Mike quickly turns his back to the front door looking around to see if anyone is coming. His eyes dart around the school yard before looking down into his hands. Mike notices his hands are splattered about with blood from his coughing. A look of disbelief crosses his face as he shakes his head no, pulling out a napkin from his back pocket. He grimaces as he looks at the napkin for a moment. The once snow-white napkin had blood splattered on it from when he woke up this morning. Mike quickly wipes his hands off placing the napkin back into his back pocket. Mike looks up into the cool light blue mourning sky for a moment staring off into space. And begins to speak to himself.

Mike: What is happening to me? Am I sick? Why am I coughing up blood?

Rob: Hey man you coming?

Mike nods shooting a fake smile in Rob’s direction. As the two walk through the front door, they make a hard right at the senior hallway. The halls were very crowded with seniors, chaos at its very best. Though it was chaotic it seemed so perfect, almost like a movie. Just like the movies, there was always that couple that was either making out or fighting right in the middle of the hallway. Today was a good day for that couple they were all over one another as Rob and Mike pass them, to left side of the hallway, and about fifteen down, there was the cliquey girls. Spreading the day’s gossip like they have done every day for years. These girls were the cheerleaders and popular girls! What will these girls do not being able to spread school rumors every day after they graduate? They will come to hate one another and go on to their jobs being miserable still spreading rumors and lies just to make themselves feel better about their own terrible lives. Opposite them, the cliquey jocks stood leaning up against their lockers like kings! These were the same guys who all were good at sports not great. Average at best in most cases. They picked on, the ones they thought were nerds. These same guys are the ones who all think they are going to be professional athletes. What they amount to is something far worse. A used car salesman. Coming right down the middle of the hallway is a parade of band members. These were generally the ones who would one day be your boss at a job you hate! Mike and Rob stop at their lockers grabbing their things for their first class. Just as they both shut their locker doors the first bell screams out barreling down the hallway like a bullet shot from a gun. After the bell, everything goes quite for a moment and with one collective sigh all the seniors being to move like lifeless zombies herding towards their classrooms! Rob and Mike fist bump before heading towards their own classrooms.

9:20 P.M. Top Of The 9th Inning.

Top of the 9th inning full count. Three balls, two strikes. The Las Vegas Wild Cats have the lead 2-0. The bases are loaded. The light of day now slowly draining away, giving in to the purplish black dark of night. The crickets suddenly begin chirping. The colors left in the slow turning night sky start to become subdued by the darkness. Street lights begin warming up casting down an amber glow below them. Illuminating the way for passersby. Off in the distance, the first star begins to burn brightly in the now night sky. The warmth of the day gave way to the cool air of night, cool for a Las Vegas May evening. The entire crowd was on the edge of their seats! Some were standing others too nervous to watch. This was it! Another state championship was on the line. Mike has been here before! He’s won everything that a baseball player in high school could ever imagine in his wildest dreams. Mike looks around towards first base watching the base runner very closely. Mike leans over the mound placing the ball and the glove behind his back. He runs his fingers over the threads of the ball now watching the third base runner taking a few steps off of third base towards home. He knows he only has one shot at this to end the game and walk out of here as a champion yet again. The crowd becomes still as he focuses in on his catcher. The catcher makes a call. Mike shakes his head no and looks towards Coach Brown. Coach Brown sends a signal to Mike. Mike looks down at the mound and nods. He coughs watching blood come from his mouth and pepper the mound with red. Mike clears his throat spitting out even more blood. He looks towards the catcher once more winding up. He throws the ball as hard as he can releasing the ball and falling to the mound. Time suddenly slows, Mike holds himself up watching the ball head towards home plate. He watches his slider cut right underneath the batters bat. It’s over the batter struck out. The crowd erupts with joy not realizing Mike is still down! A sea of red and black pours onto the field cheering and celebrating.

Rob: Mr. Sutton Mike is still down on the mound something isn’t right!

Robert and Mike mother and father rush through the sea of people towards the mound where they are met by other members of the baseball team and Coach Brown. Mike is down laying on his side gasping for air. With each breath, more blood flows from Mike’s mouth. The blood rolls from his mouth down his cheek and chin coming to a stop in the dirt on the mound. Mikes mother and father both rush to his side each parent grabbing one of his hands. The look of fear and panic rush over everyone face wondering what is wrong.

Mom: Michael! You’re okay baby! Your dad and I are right here with you! Michael, we love you! Everything will be okay! SOMEONE CALL 911!

May 10th 4:45 P.M. 2017

Robert is leaning with one foot propped on his locker. His snakeskin cowboy boot taps to an imaginary beat in his head. Robert then reaches around his waist the where Hart Championship and the Trios Championship sits comfortable. As he reaches back into his jeans pocket he pulls out a fine Cuban Cigar and silver Zippo lighter. He wastes no time in placing it into his mouth and lighting it up. The fine cigar smoke begins filling the hallway as Robert watches the janitor off in the distance. The janitor looked like an old man that either had half of his bones removed from a tragic accident or an experiment went terribly wrong. With each step, his skin jiggled about like a bowl of jelly. His head hung disturbingly low to the freshly polished floor. His throat right around his Adam's apple was particularly red, hefty scratches he must have given himself in-between jobs at the school. As he sweeps moving closer to Robert. His thin brown hair bobbed, it seemed to the same beat Robert is hearing in his head still tapping his foot on the locker. Every so often a slight hum would escape past the old man’s dingy brown teeth and exit his tiny mouth. Robert shakes his head and smiles staring at the red and black checkered floor.

When I still have time I come up here and help with the wrestlers. I help them in the weight room, on the mat! They say you should never forget where you came from. That is one thing I am proud to say. I haven’t! In this game, we play! Sometimes that gets lost! You lose yourself! The money pours in! The fans want your autographs. It’s just the nature of the beast! When you’re the best everyone knows your name! Once you fall off though! Well, you become an afterthought altogether! I might be a bad guy in the ring! But people love it. They cannot get enough of me kicking guy’s teeth down their throats! Do you want to know what keeps me awake at night? It isn’t nightmares! It isn’t fear! It’s something far more dangerous! What keeps me awake at night is envy, greed, power! The hunger to be the very best in the business today! I lay awake thinking about it. I look over to my night stand and what do I see. Not one but two championships. One would think that I would be satisfied. One would be wrong! I look over and see two shiny objects that I hold near and dear to me. I see two objects that have been ripped from obscurity. They have become relevant once again because I hold one and AX3 holds the others. Those belts were held by half-assed men. Now they are held by true wrestling prowess. When I roll over and stare at these belts I see one thing. I see that I am missing a third one! I see that there is still more work to be done in and outside of the ring! Always forward! Never backwards! There is always more that can be accomplished! Defending the Hart Championship is just the first step in my journey to the top of the food chain! Danny Imperial Nightmares are for kids! Or better yet they are for bitches like yourself.

You have become nothing more that the cry baby of the XWF! Everything that you thought you had such a firm grasp on has now escaped you. You have become nothing, a nobody! You want to get into the ring with the big named superstars and try to make a name for yourself yet again! Danny, you have shown the world what you have to offer. You cannot even beat the mid card guys and now you think you are going to come in and take this championship from me? Not going to happen! See when you get into the ring with a guy like me you lose. Whether it is a matter of time or it takes seconds the results are always going to pan out the same way for you! When you get into the big matches against superstars like myself, you lose. We smother you! We wreck guys like yourself! We turn your careers upside down. Many men have fallen victim to me! Many men used to underestimate me in the ring and my abilities. Now the story has changed. The guys in the back stay away from me! They fear me. But there is a silver lining for you Danny! You have a shot. One shot against me in the ring. You failed outside the ring! You have the chance to turn all of your misfortunes around in one night. By beating the man that has yet to be pinned here in the XWF! By winning the Hart Championship! Doing those two things right there not only would turn your entire career around, but it would slingshot you into super stardom. But like I said before you only have a shot. Hell, a shot in the dark at best! We all know that shots in the dark rarely hit their intended targets! You have the punchers chance, Danny! You can bring your lucky rabbit's foot if you like! You can pray to whomever you pray to. You can confess all of your sins and hope for a better and brighter future. But in the end. The outcome will be me standing over you again. You will be beaten and bloodied! Lying in a pool of your own blood yet again. Nothing more than gutter trash!

As the janitor moved closer to Robert he noticed the man looked rougher than he initially thought. The janitor looked like life had hit him hard between the legs a time or two then decided to grab him by the ankles turn him upside down and shake the hell out of him until his final spark faded away into nothingness! This man probably had big dreams many moons ago. He might have wanted to be a racecar driver or maybe even an astronaut. But often times in life we do not always get what we want. The janitor stops sweeping for a moment placing the broom up against one of the lockers he pulls his huge set of keys out of his pocket and looks at them for a moment before placing them back into his pocket. A janitors set of keys are his lively hood. They are to him, what a sports car is to a lawyer. Robert again smiles and turns towards the camera blowing a few smoke rings before speaking once more.

Danny every action we all take has an equal and opposite reaction. Some might be crueler than others. Other actions might have dire consequences! The simple fact is you’re in my way! Like I have said! You started this war. You know I’m ready to explode like a hand grenade without any reason at all. I’m more than willing to oblige a fight anytime anywhere. I am a runaway train, Danny! You cannot stop me from achieving my greatness. I have ten times the accolades you’ll ever have in this business. But yet you want to come after me and try to stop my greatness? My championship reign? It cannot be stopped and damn sure will not be from the likes of you! Just because you are riding a two-match losing streak. Doesn’t mean you can try to drag the rest of the ship down into the darkness with you! Misery Loves Company! Danny many years for now when people look back upon the XWF they will see your name and mine! Whose name do you think that they are going to look at first? A guy who kept a championship for a week or the longest reigning champion and a part of the hottest stable on earth? Your page will be skipped like a rock across a pond! You will be overlooked again! I think that is what you just can’t seem to understand! You are where you belong! At the bottom of the pile. You can come out and say something whenever you like. I’m sure when you do decide to say something that manure spreader you call a mouth will be laying it on thick as ever. Coming out with a laundry list of excuses on why this or that happened the way it did! No one wants to hear you cry! No one really wants to see you in the ring painted up like a hooker in Atlantic City! This Championship is my legacy! I am what I was born to do! Become the Hart Champion and be the best one that has ever stepped foot into an XWF ring! This is something this championship has needed for a long time. It isn’t going to move from hand to hand. It’s mine and I am going to keep it for as long as I like! So bring all your bull shit kid! Lay it on nice thick and heavy. So I can not only verbally rip you limb from limb, but so I can do it in the ring as well.

The janitor passes by Robert and pulls the cigar from his mouth, placing it into his own puffing as he walks away. Robert smiles and throws his hands up watching his cigar walk away with the little old man.

Janitor: No smoking!

Robert grins as he lights up another cigar

To Be Continued………………

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