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Robert "The Omega" Main · (08-18-2020)

” So, let’s not get this all twisted up in a web of deceit here TK… You paid us a stimulus check because you are a scumbag son of a bitch and tried fucking us over at War Games. Didn’t work by the way did it… But let’s paint a crystal-clear picture of what happened behind the scenes for those that either wasn’t here during that time… Or was just too ignorant to comprehend what happened… Let’s talk about the fly by night, underhanded cowardice… Not only on your part but Graves part also… Now we all know that you are a Graves mark and that’s fine if you like less than average wrestling… Says a lot about your character there TK… Being a never was fits you perfectly… Anyway, Graves tried playing puppet master because he knew there was no chance in hell of vanquishing the team I had chosen. He tried valiantly to buy a better spot at War Games… That backfired… The proof is in the pudding by the way… We did exactly what we said we were going to do. Win and win big… And as far as that walnut brained logic you spoke of? No, I guess getting paid doesn’t make you a lap dog by any means… I was wrong… It makes you a whore for hire…”

Robert unzips his pants tossing one X-bux on the floor at TK’S feet.

” Come give me a dollar worth bitch.”

Robert throws his hand up.

” No sucky?”

Robert snaps his left hand.

” Damn it…

Now as far as me being your lap dog goes… Really man? What an unintelligent thing for you to say. I know you are half baked TK but my GOD… Tell me this who fought for MY team and battled hard as fuck? You did TK and you paid me to do so you fucking idiot… I’ve seen quite a few fucktards in my life, but you sir just took the number one spot… Listen fucker and listen well; all you did was ride our coattails to victory.”

Robert pauses.

” Kind of…

I mean you were eliminated by HANARI CARNES. Jesus H Christ… If I ever get trounced by Carnes, I’m walking away from the wrestling business forever… So, while we did all the heavy lifting you were busy shitting the bed in one of the biggest matches of your career… Yet you want to claim you have been in the ring with superior talent? Bitch, please. When? I’ll wait…”

Robert begins tapping his foot waiting on an answer from TK.

” An underprivileged clown like yourself has a hard-enough time lacing up your boots let alone being in the ring with the prominent athletes that this business has to offer… So do not give me that absurd claim because if it were true you would have been right there with Page and me at the end of War Games. Hand raised in the air grinning from ear to ear like a Cheshire cat… You couldn’t cut it and you were taken out by low hanging fruit… It’s apparent that your version of higher-caliber and mine are vastly different.”

Robert flips TK the bird adjusting both his championships.

” And as far as Graves goes, didn’t that moron disappear right after War Games? After his hot second of being X-Champion for a few moments and having an unknown rookie come in and beat his ass like a drummer in the movie drumline? Then pin his ass to the floor… From the outside looking in you would have thought this was Graves first match in the XWF… After War Games concluded he tucked tail and ran for the hills after the embarrassment of an outing he had. But what do I know I’ve been occupied ducking people like Graves… RIGHT… Excuse me while I laugh out loud.” Robert laughs out loud. ” Let me let you in on a secret dick wad, I’m not ducking anyone, and I never have… I just think it is mind-blowing that a guy can vanish into thin air… POOF! OR fake retire… OR whatever else? Then come back when he or she thinks things are ripe for the picking and think they still have a spot at the table. OR think that he or she still has his or her place in line… It’s ludicrous honestly speaking…”

Robert scratches his head.

” So, keep coming after me… At the end of the day, I’ll still be here kicking out as your X-Champion.”

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