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Robert "The Omega" Main · **01-27-2019, 10:02 AM**

Tell me where in the hell you got those hideous sweat pants and a Charlotte Hornets starter jacket? Robert tugs at the starter jacket a few times.

Seeing how we just won the Tag Team Championships I thought we were going to party hearty Bob. Oh, and by the way this stuff is all vintage. There are people out there that would give an arm and leg for this stuff. I know what the issue is, and I’d feel the same way right about now if I were you. Drew adjust the Tag Team Championship on his left shoulder grinning.

Seeing how you are a mind reader shoot! Drew pulls a pair of retro-styled sunglasses from his starter jacket placing them on his face. He then leans in uncomfortably close to Robert’s face.

You’re afraid I’m going to pick up all the ladies looking like this! Drew starts nodding tapping and tapping his foot to the elevator music.

You serious? Drew bends down placing a large 80’s style black boom box on his right shoulder.

Oh, yeah! Robert watches in awe as Drew gently reaches over with his pointer finger pressing play on the boom box.

Drew begins snapping his fingers while bobbing his head with each beat of the drum. The only thing Robert can do is smirk.

Oh, Let’s go, Bobby!

Robert starts nodding along moving his head from side to side to the beat gazing down at all the championship gold cascading from each shoulder to about Robert’s chest. The Universal Championship and one half of the Tag Team Championships

”Machine Gun’s Ready To Go! Are you Ready? Hey? Are you Read For This”? The Robert and Drew both begin singing together.

"Another bites the dust”!

DING!

The elevator door opens as Drew and Robert step out into their presidential suite. Robert gave the room a brief once over examining all the extortionate knick-knacks, everything in the room was dazzling a gold hot tub in the middle of the room a crystal chandler constructed of silver glistening above their heads just inside the room shooting radiant rays of pure wealth in every corner of the exuberant presidential suit. The room was bursting with exquisite Australian women. Mostly strippers who were already halfway undressed. The only thing Robert can do is chuckle as a man in a suit stops in front of Robert and Drew with a colossal silver platter. Six drinks in total. One bourbon, one scotch and one beer for each of them. Drew and Robert take their drinks as each of them load the man with gold. Robert straps the Universal & Tag Team Championships together placing it around the man’s neck patting him on the back. Drew places his half of the Tag Team Championships on the silver platter with the boom box still thundering.

Butler: Mr. Main we have everything taken care of and Mr. Archyle the special is on its way! We have five pounds of powdered sugar ready to go. If there is anything either of you gentlemen needs. Please don’t hesitate to ask. Enjoy your evening!

Drew’s eyes glow with bliss. Drew immediately high fives Robert quickly taking down the bourbon and scotch letting out a roar AH! He then takes off in a gallop doing a cannonball right into the hot tub still fully clothed sending water everywhere.

Hop in ladies the water is fine!

All these treasures Robert had amassed over the past few weeks were supposed to bring him a peace of mind, he had anticipated a feeling relaxation, but this belief couldn’t have been further from the truth. He now tormented about losing his newly found glory and having to start everything that he had worked so hard for all over again. He was annoyed at times by his own thought knowing better, but every now and then the thoughts crept in. It was only natural. Robert knows all too well “heavy is the head that wears the crown.” The twenty pounds of gold he now carried was an investment, one he plans on riding out for the foreseeable future.

::::: 9 A.M. The Next Morning:::::

The elevator door dings as two members of the Italian mafia step into the room eyeballing around at all the empty bottles covering the floor. The butler is half dressed lying face down with a bottle still in his hand, naked women are scattered throughout the room like laundry. One of the mafia members speaks out.

Looks like we missed one hell of a party. Look at this place it's trashed! Bottles everywhere, naked women, it’s a shame we might have to kill these two pricks.

The two walk further into the room shuffling their feet through a sea of bottles when they come across Drew who is laying butt naked on the floor covered in hives his mouth covered in crusted up powdered sugar and his half of the Tag Team Championships covering his crotch.

Hoooooooooooooooooooo. Look at this one! He’s covered in hives. Looks like someone shot a load on his face. Laughing. And look he laying next to this naked fat girl. She’s got a bag of powdered sugar and look at this! Pointing at her ass. A champagne bottle sticking out her ass! These two are sick fucks!

The two mafia members watch as the fat girl moves slightly revealing her breasts covered in crusty powdered sugar and dried breast milk. The two men look horrified taking a step back when her belly starts moving.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, she’s pregnant! Jesus H Christ on a cracker! Wake him up! Shouting at his second in command. What ya watin for! Let’s go!

No way. Look at the guy. I’m not touchin him. He’s all broke out! You wake um up

Robert chimes in from behind the two as they quickly turn around pulling their guns pointing them at Robert.

Da fuck kind of operation you runnin here kid? You’ve got a pregnant girl on the floor with a bottle sticking out her ass. Your friend is covered in some rash. The two of you are supposed to be out finding Locksley. Not whatever this is. I’m gonna have to go to church twice this Sunday to be forgiven for seein all this shit.

We had a party! Yeah, that rash is bad. But hey that’s what you get when you get into a hot tub with ten strippers! Take a dip and relax fellas!

Not gonna happen! This isn’t any kind of party I’ve ever seen! Da hell was he doin sugar and a pregnant girl god rest her soul. He shove that bottle up her ass?

No, No, No…. She did that all on her own!

You shitting me?

No, and what he was doing is called “The Special”. Drew has been doing it for years. What you need is a pregnant stripper who is far enough along to produce milk. You get that milk flowing cover her tits in powdered sugar while she is giving you a lap dance and supposedly it tastes like sour patch kids. I’ve never tried it.

Get the fuck outta here..

Suddenly the pregnant stripper moves closer to Drew snuggling up

You did it so well you made the baby kick!

Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Let’s go over to the elevator so we can speak in private.

Kid, there is no privacy in this shit show!

As they walk toward the elevator they peer into Robert’s room, his bead has an Asian stepper, a Spanish stripper and an Ebony stripper. At the foot of the bed lays the Universal Championship & Tag Team Championship The two mafia members stop at the door as Robert pull it shut.

That all you in there kid?

Robert nods as one of the girls call out

Come back to bed baby!

Why not call? Huh? Just show up like this unannounced, this is what you are going to run into! How’d you even find us anyway?

Call? Kid, might I remind you of the circumstances that led us to this situation? Your friend stealing one hundred grand ring a bell? Find you? Are you kidding me? The whole city knew this was going down. Now Locksley! Did you find him?

Yeah you find um?

Robert glances at the second in command squinting his eyes aggravated the man spoke

We did find him… But he got away. This guy had the place rigged with traps.

So, he blew the place up with you guys in it. I bet the two of ya’s shit!

Robert pauses for a moment

Yeah……… That’s what happened…. He blew it up while we were inside. We nearly escaped with our lives.

Too bad it didn’t kill the two of ya!

Robert again engorges the second in command now more displeased than previously

Well this is your lucky day kid. We’ve got word that this prick is going to hit one of our banks downtown today. You find um and bring him into us dead or alive. Don’t matter! I’ve got a packet of stuff here telling you everything you need to know. Remember what’s at stake here JR! You’re paying back a debt! Don’t fuck this up!

Yeah…. Don’t..

Robert lunges at the second in command headbutting him to the floor.

You mutha fucka.. You broke my nose! I’ll kill you!

The man stands up tears rolling down his face, blood trickling from his nose dripping off his chin.

I told you to keep quite! Now let’s go! Don’t forget kid you owe us not the other way around!

I won’t forget this you son of a bitch!

Robert places his hands on his hips watching the elevator door shut maintaining eye contact with the man he has just headbutted. sigh! As Robert turns around seeing Drew back inside the hot tub shouting!

Bob, something is wrong! I’m all broke out in a rash!

The number of strippers you had in there doing god knows what. I’m surprised that’s all you have at this point! Listen I’ve got to go out and get somethings done. Have someone come up here and get this placed cleaned up. And get all these people out of here. Keep the butler he’s cool. But everyone else has to go.

10-4 hoss!

Whether Robert cared to admit it or not, he was now the maestro. Some caught a glimpse of the good in him while others would only ever see the diabolical. He was courageous, adventurous and determined on the inside, always willing to see his imperfection knuckling down striving to become phenomenal. Robert was lion-hearted on the outside, leading from the front regardless of personal cost. Everyone else had to see him unblemished even flawless, the sophisticated version of a man that inspired confidence. He never needed a crown, or the finer things or the self-indulgent wishes men in his position can assimilate with a heart filled to the brim with greed. Robert never needed the fans adoration, it was always there. One who nurtures needs devotion. One who transcendences need solace. One with a brazen heart needs a champion of their own, a benefactor to have faith in when the monstrosity is knocking at the door.

I’ve come to the realization that my mythos depends on dominating men like you Griffin.

There is a pause while Robert cypher’s through the envelope he was handed earlier in the day by the mafia who wants a man named Locksley brought to justice. He had a way of walking that made him seem like he was in a hurry. Because he was.. He had to get to the bank and stop Locksley. Robert’s steps weren't long, but they were rapid fire. Like a speed-walker without that bizarre twisting.

The world has been abiding their time waiting for a man like me to come along for a long time! Saying their prayers anticipating change. For far too long they were fooling their selves with what they had as a Champion. Watching blindly as things continued down the same path. Repeat! I stepped in and threw this planet off its axis. Once a planet goes past the tipping point it becomes unstoppable, uncontrollable forever changing the dynamic. What I did to The Engineer had to be done. This company needed a redo. An opportunity to wipe the slate clean and start fresh. Griffin, before you even decide to start pulling hairs I’m going to stop you. I’ve been catching a lot of flak over the way I became Universal Champion. Some have even said I was undeserving! I did what I always do! I told the world what was going to happen, and then went out and made my words reality!

Every single morning when I open my eyes and place my two feet down on the floor it all comes flooding back. Drowning my thoughts, swarming my conscience, choking my soul. Like a nightmare! I’ve had to do a lot of disturbing things to get where I am today! Some more atrocious than others! In some cases, I had to abuse, manipulate and even go for the jugular. Some of these folks were good people. Others were just served a dose of their own medication. Those who were served humble pie on a silver platter deserved what was coming to them! Take Engy for example. The man murdered people, yet the bleeding hearts of the world untied wanted to cry when I bashed him with a chair over 20 times to become champion. What I did to him was warranted, and I’d do it again if I had to. Or even to you Griffin!

As I’ve walked this planet I’ve seen people from every walk of life. There are those who dare to dream these immeasurable people set out to accomplish tremendous things! But in the end, do they really accomplish anything at all? They break down time and time again! After they bomb miserably. These once fine people never try again! They quit. Giving up on their dreams. These individuals throw in the white towel. Forgetting just who they are. Griffin, I am not one of these cowards! These fools! I am a once in a lifetime kind of soul. I’m a man with straightforward dreams! I’m a man who dreams of modifying this erratic world one shred at a time. Everyone aspires to become Champion Griffin, few ever get the opportunity to even wrestle for it. My question to you is elementary. Once Warfare passes will you have achieved the immortality you seek?

Robert stops shaking his head no

Griffin, do you accept the thought of fear? I’ve come to embrace it! Apprehension is with me where ever I go! Once I put the old dog down I became the face of fear! I am the one no one wants to cross! Simply because they know I will burn everything that they are to the ground that they are standing on leaving nothing but dust! Griffin, this antipathy I carry on my shoulders, this antagonism that lives inside of me! I am going to unleash it on you in the ring come Warfare! I will etch this resentment into your heart. And once it is all said and done! My end will justify my means! Once you signed on the dotted line Griffin. I took that as a sign of disrespect. Now you get to face off against a real peril! Is the risk worth the reward? The real threat begins right now! Once that bell sounds and our engagement begins, you will expeditiously come to the realization you just signed on the most elaborate miscalculation of your career! Do you really envision facing “The Omega” with the grandest prize of them all up for grabs will pan out in your favor?

I will show the world immediately what misery, torture and distress looks like. True heartbreak and sorrow will be witnessed all around the world on live television! I’ll break you down systematically like I have done every man and woman before you! I’ll unveil the true monster you’ve been concealing yourself from, and in one swoop I’ll take possession of everything that you have to offer me! As I leave you fragmented in the center of the ring I’ll grab my Championship Gold standing over top of you watching as the grief surges with every one of your expelled breaths. As the emptiness in your heart takes over your soul, the unresponsiveness in your brain freezes you in place. Salty tears that will flow unchecked from your eyes, the sheer nothingness that will take hold of you threatening to engulf you entirely. Warfare will be your final resting place!

:::::To Be Continued::::

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