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Robert "The Omega" Main · (01-03-2020)

MOMENTS AFTER RELENTLESS - DAY THREE

Robert’s allies and friends were stricken down like toy soldiers as they were battered by assailants that had been concealing themselves in the shadows for some time. These antagonists waited until the right moment then struck like a viper injecting a lethal dose of poison when the guard was down. This death-dealing toxin ended a dream of Robert’s, along with his record-setting run as Universal Champion. In the rematch, our hero the former Champion realized this was a hopeless blitzkrieg. He was outmanned and outgunned at every turn. Robert could have expeditiously picked up his sword and shield propelling himself back into conflict, but his hands were exhausted his mind weary and body battered from several engagements over the year. He could have gotten up, walked out of his locker-room with steel chair in hand, but what was the point? Careers would be shortened, hearts would be either fragmented beyond reconstruction or overloaded with unmitigated wrath. Enough of Robert’s friends had been incapacitated because of his decisions. Where would “The Omega” be? Rooted in the middle of a bone-chilling, pitch-black void, engrossed, by the wreckage and fragments of what was? Or walk away, at least for the moment until cooler heads prevailed?

He winched for a few seconds taking a long breath. The blood didn't stream down Robert’s cracked skull in a constant flow, but more Intune with each beat of his heart. At first, the scarlet came thick and strong, as he placed his hand over what felt like a couple inch gash as the free-flowing crimson pushed through his fingers as he clenched the frayed flesh. He felt the carnage move over his trembling hand, the vermilion fluid was no warmer or cooler than his skin. After a few nanoseconds, the blood was still leaving his head expeditiously as his flesh started to become pasty, his pulse becoming more sluggish with each pump.

At this very moment Robert is shipwrecked on a godforsaken island of discomposure and utter uncertainty, without any life rafts of reassurance, the light at the end of the tunnel just didn’t exist. Robert was run aground, isolated on the rocks. Considering these spine-chilling circumstances, Robert choose to end this vendetta, end it for his future, for the hopes and dreams of those before him. To the new wrestlers coming in, right now, this may be premature maybe even impulsive decision on his part, but he has no choice at this juncture.

Robert continued holding his hand to the slash, but no matter the amount of pressure he applied his vital fluid continued to flow. It discharged from his busted head cascaded down his now red painted face. Dripped onto his bare chest, as the brilliant wine-red hastily darkened taking on a brownish tinge. In those moments Robert spent imploring himself to walk away, feeling the very fluid of his life drain away over his cold hands, he felt nothing at all. Everything seemed misplaced maybe even forgotten to some extent. Time itself had become irrelevant; the seconds could have been hours, or hours mere seconds. In that suspended moment Robert was the eye of his storm; but for that moment of exquisite tranquility, mental clarity, he realized he had just paid a price for being champion. One he knew was coming for some time. Every quiet moment was spent watching the blood continue to drain now dripping down to the floor beneath him, playing the "what if" game until he decided to surrender his mind to chatter outside his locker room door.

Roberts take notice of the muffled chit-chat outside his locker-room door. His eyes flickered as the heavy steel door came open. He lifted his head in bewilderment as he witnessed the monster that started all his misfortunes march through the doorway.

”Chronic” Chris Page

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Robert could only watch as the sinister man rubbed his hands together like a textbook supervillain before the big speech. Deep down, Robert felt a fire in his belly as he wanted to fold the chair up and bash Chris Page in the head until he was leaking brain matter all over the floor. This though wasn’t the time nor the place. Page leisurely crossed his arms smirking, he wasn't about to masquerade as something they both knew he wasn’t. Chris seemed to be enjoying Robert in this position. To Chris Page, it was all about making more money or taking more power. He placed his moves and sat back for his opponent to make the move he knew they would. Really, where was the challenge in that Robert wondered to himself briefly? But it was more fun than not playing at all to Page. His moves were all variations on the same thing. Robert could only wonder, what was Page about to pull?

” We need to talk.”

CHRIS strolled into the locker room shutting the door behind him leaving two men who have done nothing short of kick the shit out of each other for most of 2019 staring across the room at each other. Sheer intensity begins to fill the room. At any second blows could be thrown before CHRIS lightens the mood as only, he can.

” Did you screw the pooch or what?!”

ROBERT seems more than offended with the sheer sarcasm that escapes the lips of CHRIS PAGE’s initial statement which he quickly continues.

” I mean I did my part by isolating

when he stuck his nose in your business… But uh, never did I think SOLDIER would have beaten you; I kind of feel let down, not only do I feel let down but all of your fans that chant your name and buy your merch to the boys in the locker room that look at you as a leader… you failed them.”

The truth hurts.

” But there’s a way for you to redeem yourself.”

Robert smoothed back his matted dirty blond hair and licked his cracked lips for a second. The right side of his faint red lip tugged upwards creating a menacing smirk on his bruised face. Robert revealed his blood-covered teeth leering upward at Page who also has a smile on his face.

Redeem myself?

Robert taps the frigid steel chair he’s sitting on before replying with malice

Unlike you. I don’t need redemption. Oh, and you kept

at bay?

Robert golf claps

Bravo!

Robert points at Page

I never asked you to get involved, not once. You did what you thought would work for you. See Chris, there is always an angle with you whatever it may be. It’s a chess game. You are looking for a few key things before you ride off into the sunset retiring for good. Big paychecks, a championship run and the limelight that left you decades ago. Am I right? Let me guess, I walk away with the Universal Championship I’d give you Main - vs - Page III because you had my back? Because you did the right thing? Since when have you ever done the right thing?

Robert shakes his head in disbelief

Since you walked back through the revolving door of this company, I have done one thing, keep you at bay. Now I’m not entirely sure if you have noticed this small fact or not, but the Chris Page creditability train left town a long time ago.

Page snarls grinding his teeth at Robert’s remarks

So, tell me what you’re doing in here so I can get staples in my head before I bleed to death.

There’s a cheesy smirk which graces the face of CHRIS PAGE as he nods his head for just a moment before spouting out.

” Please don’t tell me that the kryptonite to my superman is stupid enough to think that my involvement tonight has ANYTHING to do with him… because you’re wrong! You just happened to be in the right place at the wrong time. I didn’t save you, I stopped SHANE

from making a further mockery of the XWF because apparently if I don’t step to the plate the rest of you fuckers are content with letting it happen.”

CHRIS lashes with aggressiveness buried his voice as he continues.

” Had I gotten involved to try and get in your “good graces” you’d be standing here with that Universal Title over your shoulder so let’s get that straight. I know I’m the last fucking person you want to talk to let alone share a goddamn room with because the feelings mutual in all aspects…”

There’s a slight pause from CHRIS as he cracks his knuckles before continuing.

” Regardless of how you feel about me and how I feel about you I’m smart enough to know that right this second we share a common enemy when it comes to SHANE

.”

ROBERT’s interest is peaked as he listens to what CHRIS has to say.

” Let’s call a spade a spade and agree that SOLDIER isn’t smart enough to hatch a scheme to catch you slipping and cash in a briefcase that hasn’t been relevant since

was calling the shots, and isn’t the timing suspect at best just as the XWF has a heated REAL situation wrapped around the Universal Title before SHANE and SOLDIER showed up?

is behind it all and when he helped fuck you out of the Universal Title he fucked me out of getting my rightful shot and being the man to beat you myself; that’s something that I will never be able to get back because just as sure as I am standing here is just as sure that I know in my heart that I am BETTER than you!”

There’s a smug smile from ROBERT.

” With

showing up at the opportune time tonight and getting involved only further proves my point. He fucked you, he fucked me and I’m allowing you to fuck him back. I’m going after him with or without you.”

Robert laughs out loud.

Are you being serious right now. Let's back up just a bit. Did I hear you say that you were a cut above me? That's supposed to be a joke, right? You are head and shoulders above only maybe the underachieving Peter Gilmour. Wake up Page. Seriously. Get a freaking grip on reality for a moment. Better than me? I think you've been knocked around so many times you need a brief history lesson.

Page rolls his eyes

You came back into the XWF with one purpose, to decimate the place. You failed, not only did you bomb Chris did so exceptionally.

Robert holds up two fingers grinning from ear to ear.

Twice! And if I were sitting here still champion you would have been stonewalled for the third time. Don't give me this B.S. story of how tremendous you are. Because history tells a much different story. You are immense in one place, that mind of yours. Here in reality where we all live. You are nothing but a washed-up old man hoping to get a taste one last time. What you're offering me looks like a double-cross, smells like a double-cross. After all my time in the business, if it looks like a duck, and sounds like a duck. Chris, it's just that.

” Sorry you feel that way and I won’t try to convince you. I’m not looking to be your friend, I can care less about you and you’re well-being, and while you were content standing on top of a sinking fucking ship you NEEDED me to validate your lackluster run as Universal Champion. You might say I failed, you might think I’m washed up but the reality of this situation is you might be content with being a bitch to

and a bitch to the owners of this company but that’s all on you.”

Robert starts to clench his fists as his knuckles turn a frosted white, which Chris picks upon as he continues.

” The truth hurts doesn’t it? You want some truth Robert, here’s some truth and I can give two shits if you like it or not; I wasn’t brought in to win the title you ignorant fuck! I was brought in to MAKE YOU.”

The inside language that’s being spoke resonated with Robert as Chris continues.

” You can look me in the eyes and call me a failure but from where I’m standing, I’m the reason the XWF has had a comeuppance in 2019 because lord only knows wrestling guys like Master Mind or Big D certainly generated a buzz! Now, as I told you I’m doing this with or without you and if you can’t see we have a common enemy in Shane

and his cronies just know that you’re on their radar just like I am.”

Chris turns and walks towards the closed locker room door where he reaches out opening it before stating.

” Oh yeah… before I forget…”

Chris turns around giving Robert the middle finger before exiting the locker room.

10/23/19

Robert leers down at his phone noticing he has countless missed calls marked as “Unknown Caller”

Telemarketers, or Drew taking out more credit cards in my name where ever he is..

Abruptly a migraine struck, and now Robert was about to become its hostage, he briskly opened his kitchen cabinet opening a bottle of pain medication. Robert tilted his head back tossing in a few pills followed by a swig of his black coffee waiting for relief to kick in. He had become quite helpless in his cage of anguish. Robert has been suffering from these migraines since receiving thirteen staples in the top of his head from his last match. He was often deprived of sight when they struck, beaming colorful spots filled his vision. Often nausea would conquer him, and he would have no choice but to vomit. The shooting pain would throb so vigorously around his skull that he deliberated going back to the doctor just to check if he was alright. It was always the same, a devastating throbbing on one side of his head that came and went in various patterns. It made Robert want to pace about, he couldn't sit, he couldn't lie down or unwind. One eye would water on the sensitive side as the excruciating pain ran down the side of his head into his jaw. Robert sighed looking around his kitchen noticing a pen on the granite countertop next to him with a note pad. He takes another sip of his coffee before grabbing the paper and pen taking a seat at his kitchen table. Robert then begins writing a letter.

Dear Peter,

Out of all the people on the planet, I genuinely thought you’d be one of the last people to stick your nose into my business. Boy was I was wrong, on so many different levels. Oh, and by the way you’ve fucked up and did so extraordinarily. Of all people Peter, you should know better. You should have known going in that there would be dire consequences. Yet you looked the other way stupefied jerking the dicks of those two fuck boys. I’ve beaten you around more than a piñata at a Spanish child’s birthday party. Yet there you were all talked up by those misfits you call friends. Now you have gotten yourself into a heap of shit with no way out. “The Omega” is undefeated against the meaningless, inadequate, inconsequential underachiever know as Gilmour.

The question I have for you is a straightforward one. Where will those comrades be when shit hits the fan, and it will. Gone with you left holding the bag. Right now, while I am away you have nothing to dread. You just keep sucking on the tit of Soldier and

and ride their coattails while you still can. I want you to know a little secret, there will be a time when I stroll back through those doors, down the ramp and I’ll be looking for your ass. Retribution isn’t something I seek often, this time though, Peter Gilmour you had a hand in all of this, now you have no one to blame but yourself. I want every man woman and child to know if you had anything to do with this situation that I now find my self in, I’ll be coming for you with a vengeance. I want you to know I will hunt you down until I settle every score. XWF has always been an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.

Now back to the numbskull, Peter Gilmour. Pete can you tell me the last time you were relevant around here. Honestly, when was the last time that you mattered one iota? You haven’t moved a single inch in years. The best thing you are known for is banging your cousin and sudden weight loss. Peter, you are not a man, no what you are is a bitch. I remember when Chris Page came back into this company when I was on the front lines defending this place. You were riding my jock like I was Secretariat, as soon as Soldier and

step back into the fold what did you do? What you always do you buddied up and switched sides. That’s the famous Peter Gilmour switcheroo, can’t get anywhere yourself so you dick ride! Peter, I can only hope that in time this letter finds you.

In sympathy,

Robert “The Omega” Main

Robert gradually gets up from his kitchen table grinning from ear to ear as he places the letter he just penned on his refrigerator. Suddenly his cell phone begins to ring, Robert notices once again its an “Unknown Caller” He rolls his eyes tapping the green button.

Whoever you are I'm not buying, so do us both a huge favor and stop calling.

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