The scene opens inside the hospital room of Robert Main at the undisclosed medical facility. Robert lays in his bed focused on the television as “Happy Days” reruns are playing.


Robert Main chuckles at the Fonz who delivers a classic “AEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE” when his attention diverts towards the door of his room that opens and in walks…







” The site for sore eyes continues.”


More like a site for dead eyes. Chris fully enters Robert’s room and closes the door behind him. In his right hand is a medium-sized black cloth bag.


” Page!”


" What's up, homie?”


” Getting close to a release.” Robert responds while we see Chris make his way to the chair next to Robert’s bedside. He places the black back on the side of Robert’s bed causing Robert to ask.


” What’s in the bag?” The question from Robert brings a sly smirk on the face of Chris Page who responds.


” I think you already know brother.” Chris unzips the black bag where he reaches in and pulls out the Universal Title that was custom made for Thaddeus Duke. The gold is enough to bring a smile to Robert’s face as Chris holds it out towards Main.


” We did it.”
Robert reaches out taking the Universal Championship from Chris.


” Congratulations brother, nobody deserves it more than you do.”


If that is the case then ask him why he was hell-bent on Challenging Thaddeus when you had a ready-made final encounter in the mix? Ask him why he has held you back over the last year and a half.


” I watched it live. You tore the house down.” Robert hands the Universal Title back over to its rightful owner. Chris places it back in his carrying bag and zips it back up as he responds.


” Just a shame it wasn’t you in that spot… but I’m glad one of us got the strap because when one of us wins we both win. Snow Job we won.” There’s a brief pause from Chris before he states.


” Not only did we win there but we’ve won elsewhere. Oliver and I are getting close to finding out who is responsible for trying to end your career.”


” It’s crazy that I still haven’t been able to reach him.”


You can’t reach him because he is locked up you dumb mother fucker.


” I told you that he was deep undercover and that reaching him is not going to be an option right now. We are both trying to get this situation under control as well as getting everything in place so when you’re released you can do with all the responsible parties as you wish.” Chris places the black bag on the tile floor his chair is resting on.


” We know Thunder Knuckles is involved as well as his manservant, we’ve tracked his Xbux transaction down, and as we speak Oliver has infiltrated an organization to get closer to the man behind the money.”


” My gut tells me something is wrong. He has not been out of contact with me for this long, not even a text message to update me. I am just worried is all.”


” You’ve got nothing to worry about because everything is fine and well under control. I’m updated daily, but like I said he’s in so deep that those calls are sporadic as fuck and the number you are calling is to a phone he does not have. He has a burner, he left all personal effects at a safe house in Lima.”
Robert sits up in his bed, he grimaces before reaching for his head. Chris is quickly out of his chair checking on his friend as he helps him ease back down.


” Brother you can’t get yourself riled up, you could hemorrhage…” With Robert laying back in an upright position Chris is able to sit back down in his chair.[/green]


” I know you are upset but this is exactly why I didn’t tell you because I knew you were not going to be able to handle it. You have to know that I wouldn’t ever put him in a situation that he is not capable of getting out of, and I couldn’t do it myself, I mean I did have to show up as your “suitable replacement” since you are stuck in that bed.” [b] Robert breaks back into the conversation as he lowers his hand from the side of his head. He lets out a deep breath.


” You should have never let him go alone.” Robert slowly turns his head towards Chris where they lock eyes.


” You should have told me.”


You should tell him.


You should tell him how you and I have royally fucked him and his brother.


You should tell him how you exploited him to obtain that piece of gold that is in that bag.


You should tell him the truth so we can watch his heartbreak. Come on Chris… play the game with Robert. You know you want to.


” I was only trying to protect you. You cannot fault me for doing what I thought was right by you. We have been thick as thieves since I was coaxed back into this company nearly two years ago. I was there for you when nobody else was. Yeah, remember how you talked about how tight you and Apex was, did any of them bother to show up to see you when you got to put out of action?” Chris stands back up and stands at the bedside of Robert as he looks down at the man who strikes fear into the hearts of just about everyone he runs across.


” I was there every day, and have been there every day since. We have gotten to know everything about the other, we have redefined the tag division, and you carried the Xtreme Division while I continued to showcase myself. The point is we did all of this together, and we will continue to do this together because we watched each other’s back. I didn’t have a choice but to make some decisions that needed to be made…”


Like having someone crack your skull walnut brain. Chris, you have to let me rip his throat out. I would love to watch him bleed out, powerless to stop anything. To be so defenseless, poor Robert.


” I don’t expect you to agree but if the roles were reversed you would have done the same thing. If I no showed Snow Job all of this would have been for nothing and we would have given whoever is behind this exactly what the fuck they wanted. We played spoiler to those plans because not only did we get that belt we are also getting closer and closer to finally figuring out this equation.” Chris walks around the foot of the bed and to the window where he looks out across the city skyline and down at the busy streets below.


” I am just concerned is all, he’s my kid brother and I don’t want anything happening to him. He just got out of the pen. He can’t go back on account of me.” An evil smirk finds its way on Chris’s face as his back is turned to Robert.


” I don’t know what I’d do.” Chris goes straight-faced real quick as he turns back around looking over at Robert in his bed as he leans on a ledge extended off the window seal.


” What you need to do is stop worrying about this and focus on yourself. Everyone wants to know when you are coming back. I’ve done the best I can thus far to keep the extent of what has happened quiet thinking that someone would leak a detail that they shouldn’t know. It’s only a matter of time before it happens and when it does that’s when I fucking pounce on them like a goddamn spider monkey! I’m going to storm that beach like it is fucking Normandy!” Chris stands back up as he walks back over to Robert’s bedside opposite the front door.


Can we not just finish the job now? He is powerless to stop us.


” But you have to let me do my thing if we are going to nail this bastard to the wall.”


” I get it, man. It’s just hard to be stuck in a bed when I should be out there with Oliver tracking these mother fuckers down…”


” Again I just need you to leave this to me until we can get you out of here.” Chris walks back around the foot of the bed. He reaches down picking up the black bag with Thad’s version of the Universal Championship.


” I am on top of it, brother.” Chris turns and starts to walk towards the closed door of Robert’s room when he’s stopped by Robert’s voice.


” Hey…” Chris looks dead head towards the door as he mouths the word “fuck” before rolling his eyes. He turns back around facing Robert who looks so miserable just lying in his bed.


” What’s up?”


” Sit back down because we aren’t through.”


” I don’t understand?”


” One name.”


” What the fuck are you talking about?”


” BoB.” Chris’s heart sank. He thought he was going to be able to avoid this conversation but that is not going to be the case…


… TO BE CONTINUED.

WORDS FROM THE STONED ONE:

Alright let’s keep trucking along as we start to pinpoint the reasons why Big D is nothing more than just another poser in the crowd trying to pretend he means more than he does. I didn’t want to point out the obvious in my promo because it takes all the fun out of what I have mapped out for you Mr. D. The obvious I’m referring to is that fictitious belt you are toting around like it means something. At one time the XWF World Heavyweight Championship was the legitimate number one belt in the company back in the era of a potato-wielding fuck-tard who shall remain nameless before being cast aside like a piece of garbage.


Until you resurrected it.


Why?


I mean you’re soooooo good and sooooooo accomplished, right?


Nah, bro, you did it to try and garner spotlight and attention but the spotlight and attention you reached for were for all of the wrong reasons. Instead of busting your ass and getting in the ring with talents BETTER than you; which let’s face it, that’s three-quarters of the entire fucking roster, you went the easy way just labeled yourself as a Champion. You seriously want people to respect a title that YOU didn’t win? You expect people to respect a title that the company doesn’t even recognize and allow you to parade around with it for no other reason than you shut the fuck up. I have never heard someone cry as much as you have which is why I am going to take great pleasure in doing what so many others have done by kicking your ass for nothing more than my utter amusement. You haven’t done a damn thing to deserve this opportunity I have handed you, and I think it is incredibly cute that in your deluded mind you think that piece of trash you are carrying into this played any part in me accepting your childish little challenge. I accepted it because I told myself when I beat Thad that I would accept the first charity case that whined about being overlooked and had the balls to utter my name from their mouth. You just happened to be that dumb mother fucker, so please before you try and throw that paperweight you are carrying around into this equation like it has any meaning other than being a prop to TRY and continue this meaningless experiment in getting you “over” because you cannot seem to do it right yourself.


You are walking into the single biggest match of your career while I am walking into a fucking joke.


As a talent, there’s a reason why you haven’t elevated past the level you are currently. It has nothing to do with being overlooked, it has nothing to do with how you are booked and has everything to do with how you over promise and under deliver. You sit back and pitch a bitch about only getting ONE shot at becoming the Universal Champion, where the fuck were you for the High Stakes Battle Royale? I mean you were jerking off the Internet Title division but correct me if I am wrong that Battle Royale was open to ANYONE that WANTED to take an OPPORTUNITY that was being presented. So, no mother-fucker opportunities have presented themselves but you’ve been too chicken shit to jump on the train and try your hand. You didn’t enter High Stakes because you knew then much as you know now that you are out fucking gunned and that this is going to turn into a slaughter by the time I’m through verbally ass-raping you.


Oh, but I was busy with the Internet Title…


Uh-huh…


I pulled double duty and came within eyelashes of winning the thing while had your name been thrown in the hat you would have been the first fucking elimination! Do yourself a favor and go stand in the corner because now I don’t feel like you’ve belonged at the table with me. You sir are one of those hand out mother fuckers that can care less about doing the work. You take pleasure out of having your “open challenges” against the bottom of the barrel talents that are more pathetic than you; shockingly it does exist, but even THEY come close to beating you… and you think for a goddamn second that you are leaving with my title in tow? Get the fuck outta here. You are on a downward spiral equal to one Thaddeus Duke who is also running around staking claim to the Tag Titles… hey there’s something you both share in common, the XWF doesn’t recognize either of you are for the champions you claim to be. Check the fucking sites… but that is not all, something else you are both going to share is how you both stepped into the ring with Chris Page… and you both ended up tasting the bitter taste of defeat. You are already lured into that false sense of security where you are deluded enough to think that you are somehow or some way a threat to me or my way of life on top of the XWF Mountain as its Universal Champion… however in reality to me you are nothing more than the guy Thunder Knuckles threw overboard at Relentless 2019, and that’s when TK sucked a bag of dicks and you were still running the same lame shtick.


When I say we haven’t even scratched the surface with just how much of a personal punching bag that I am going to take you by the time I am through emasculating you for the world to fucking see. Why stop now? Right? Just who the fuck do you think you are questioning my time? You do realize that you sir are on my clock, not vice versa. You better thank your lucky stars that I am even dictating this much time to a guy that can’t legitimately win a title and is reduced to creating one for himself so he can make himself feel better because he isn’t capable of hanging out with the grown folks. You aren’t in the bush leagues anymore, buttercup. You are stepping to the plate with the only workhorse this federation can be proud of to have as its representative. I can give two fucks if you like me, love me, or hate me because you don’t pay me. I’m giving you the last fifteen minutes of fame that you will ever have when it comes to sniffing the Universal Championship; go ahead and build yourself up, go ahead and fill your head full of this nonsense that you seriously stand a shot… because it is only going to make the victory for my taste that much sweeter.


… and I’ll be taking that paperweight you call a World Title with me.


Not because I want it or because I need some sort of validation... That sir is all on you. I will be taking it because you aren’t going to be in any position to stop me. You, sir, are about to step into my world of Professional Wrestling. When it comes to just how goddamn untouchable I am between those ropes it is unreal. Go ask Thad, go ask Doc, go ask anyone I have stepped foot in the ring with over the last two years, they’re all going to tell you the same thing… There’s nobody better. I wonder why that is? I wonder why the upper echelon of this business love rubbing shoulders with me while leaving you holding your dick. It has nothing to do with your placement in this company and everything to do with wasting our own fucking time having to listen to the same shit you cry about a day in and day out without hesitation. Make me question if you are on your period or something.


Unlike you, I earned my Championship.


I’ll be earning yours too.


And please, do yourself a favor the next time you step to the plate with greatness. If you don’t learn anything from putting yourself in this position of failure I hope that you learn this; it is pretty fucking stupid to cut a promo and announce that if you lose you are not going to challenge for the title again so close to me. I understand that imitation is the most sincere form of flattery but if you are going to steal from someone and try and use it… Don’t use it against the mother fucker that just spit it two weeks ago! That is some Peter Gilmour level of stupidity thinking the Eifel Tower was fifty feet tall. Listen, kid, do yourself a favor and stop worrying about being a Chris Page and continue being the shitty Big D because calling you a mid-carder would give real mid-carders a bad name.


I do not have to stroke my ego; the belt I carry does all that for me.


You better get your shit together sunshine because I’m already starting to see you in my rearview and can now understand why you have been looked past by upper management when it comes to being involved with the BIG title, the ONLY title that matters… frankly you suck and you don’t belong. Over the next week or so I’m going to continue to put nails in your coffin and I’m going to do the world a favor by beating you and solidifying that no other Universal Champion will have to waste their time or energy dealing with anything related to you.


Fuck off, bro.


You are out of your league.

- 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