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Robert "The Omega" Main · (06-13-2018)

:::::Two Weeks Before Second Chance:::::

Prelude

Can you tell me what in the hell I am looking at? This place is a pile of shit if I have ever seen one man! Come on, what are we doing here?

Robert looks to Drew slightly confused

Bob, now I know this place is going to take two tons worth of work to fix up. Not to mention a rather large bankroll to get going!

Drew coughs while saying “that I don’t have”

There must be some dust in the air! I got all choked up!

How much?

Why do you always ask me that?

Generally that’s where these things go! I’m willing to do anything to help you! But like I said how much?

Drew starts adding numbers first by counting fingers. He then looks up into the clear blue sky counting out loud. Robert stares on for a few moments before becoming impatient.

How much!

What’s your deal? You really should calm down, you ever consider Prozac? It will cost $700,000

Robert places his hand over his face groaning before shaking his head

You mean to tell me you spent $700,000 on this shit shack? How?

Bobby, when you put it that way it sounds terrible! After interest, it will be about 1.4 million! Wait that sounds even worse!

Let me try and wrap my mind around this entire situation for a second! You have no credit, no house and a bank loaned you $700,000! Then they are charging you 50% interest! Something isn’t right! I don’t buy it!

You want to know what isn’t right? Going to a strip club, you pay the woman $20 bucks for a two for one special! The DJ only plays one freaking song! I get up and go tell the manager hey dick I thought it was two for one! Then he politely explains to me, “it was sir, you just didn’t realize that your dancer was pregnant!” That Robert, right there isn’t right!

I own a fucking strip club! Tell me why in the hell you are going to one where the girls are pregnant!

That uh…. That…. That was a long time ago not recently! Robert the truth is there are scams everywhere now days! Go to any restaurant and order bottomless nachos! Sure the waitress was hot but she still had her pants on when she got to the table! I was so pissed about that one I called my local congressman! That’s just like my favorite food Outback Steakhouse! It eat it all over! I get the same damn thing every time I go. Steak and Shrimp, loaded baked potato and a side ceaser salad! I get it at the airport what happens? I can’t hold my mud more than 5 minutes! I start heading out of the place and all of a sudden I’m carrying low! That right there is a scam!

There are times I really don’t know what plant you are from! Drew how did you get the money?

I know some guys who gave me a good deal! It was their property. I will pay them out of my half of the money we make with this place!

What are we going to do with this abandoned building?

Robert we are going to make our own liquor here! These fine gentlemen got us a license to make liquor and distribute it all over the United States. After that, we will go worldwide! We are going to make a killing!

Who are these guys Drew? It sounds fishy! They just so happen to have this place and could get us all the proper license’s to run a distillery before it was built and inspected? Sounds Mobish!

Robert they were just nice Italian guys looking to help a guy who was a little bit down on his luck. They are helping the little guy! Just imagine for a second all of the potential this place has once it’s restored. We could do tours here, have a place to eat! The whole nine yards! Just think of the money we will make! Plus all of the booze we can drink! People will come in droves just because we are known all over the world from wrestling! It’s a dream for me Robert, and its right here at our fingertips. I just need some help to get this place off the ground! I’ll pay all the money back to you I promise you! Have I ever broken a promise in the past? What’d ya say?

Robert scratches his head for a few moments staring at the building! Before his eyes stood alone structure, reaching the bright magnificent blue sky! The building was left disregarded with no one near it in the industrial district part of town. Over time the bricks had weakened, the paint had worn off and layers of dust coated covered everything in sight. The building surely looked aged. It had been abandoned by people now pigeons fluttering in the rooms nesting by the windows, spiders had been building their webs for years and bats sheltered here for the night

Yes you have broken promises time and time again! AH….. God this is so against my better judgment! But fuck it what are friends for right? I’ll go in with you 50/50 Drew! I get all of the earnings until all the bills I’m going to pay are paid back in full! Then we go 50/50! Deal?

Robert extends his hand to Drew! Drew looks at Robert’s hand for a moment before smiling shaking Robert’s hand

So do you know how to make liquor?

Nope But I’ll find someone who can! Let’s take a look around!

Robert’s eyes showed the kind of gentle concern his grandfather used to have when he knew things were about to become abysmal. He would lay his hand lightly on Robert’s shoulder, and instead of flinching like most normal people usually did, Robert was soothed by the gentle touch. He would just leave his hand there speaking to Robert with such a soft voice! Robert remembers those times and how he felt his grandfather’s words calming him more by the way they were said than the actual words themselves. Robert would always describe it as if he were wrapped in a blanket of his caring. As they got closer to the massive building Robert looked it over once more

This place is a freaking wreck, hell even that is an understatement!

Give it a chance Bob! The door is locked tight we will have to go through that broken window!

The building was an enormous mess, more so than they anticipated, to put it nicely. A total disaster would sound better! From outside the windows were boarded shut, the shabby wood paneling and the pealing door that was bolted with iron rods, everything looked daunting and threatening enough to keep any passersby away. As the two crawl through a broken window, they noticed that behind the intimidating exterior the innards were equally horrendous, if not worse off than the outside. There were no doors separating any of the rooms on the ground floor yet each door could be found a few feet into each room often with large chunks torn out of them, from being kicked in or punched, large scratch marks creating cross-hatched patterns and occasionally there was still paint left clinging to the worn wood. Graffiti covered the walls along with broken syringes from drug abuse! Shattered beer bottles lay on the hardwood floor like they had fallen from the sky! There was only one rickety wooden staircase leading to the first floor, again the same long scratch marks could be seen all the way up the wall opposite the worn, beaten banister.

The first floor was in a considerably better condition than the ground floor with all doors still in their rightful places, however, the paint was clinging to the walls and ceiling by a few threads, once colorful, now many shades of yellow. A thick layer of dust settled on everything in sight giving the place an atmosphere of being untouched for many years, unlike downstairs where the dust hung in the air clearly disturbed at a regular occurrence. The only light source for the dank, dark building were the cracks within the roof and barricades over the windows throwing stripes of light into the nearly destroyed building, Robert looks around for a few moments before speaking up!

This place needs an extreme makeover! We should have all the space we need to make small batches of liquor on the ground floor and basement! The first floor could be office space! Only if those 80’s montages worked in real life huh?

Robert waits for a reply but hears nothing, he raises one eyebrow before speaking up once more

Did you just hear anything I said or are you in space again?

Nothing, Robert turns around swiftly.

Damn it Drew why in the hell are you not answering me?

Robert now sees why! Drew’s laying on the cold hardwood floor of an abandoned building lifeless. Face down, eyes open as if admiring the building from the floor. Robert quickly rolls Drew over checking his pulse at his wrist then neck finding a faint pulse but notices Drew is not breathing!

NO, NO, NO, NO! Drew God damn it Drew you have to stay with me man come on! We lost Jim I cannot lose you too! Jesus Christ! Where in the fuck is my phone?

Robert rips his smartphone from his blue jeans quickly dialing 9-1-1. Robert places the phone on speaker setting it in the floor next to Drew’s head, he then places his hands on top of one another right in the middle of Drew’s chest. Robert begins administering compression's furiously pushing Drew’s chest in deeply as he can. Without warning the 9-1-1 operator picks up the phone!

9-1-1 what’s your emergency?

My friend collapsed, he is not breathing I need help now! I’m doing CPR right now!

Sir what’s your location?

Uh… We are down in the old industrial district! The abandoned property, we are inside. We own the property! So the cops don’t need to come in with their guns drawn! The last thing I need is trigger happy cops thinking we are druggies! If you have any trouble use my location transmitted from my phone! Hurry my friend is dying!

Sir I have dispatched officers they are in route as well as emergency ETA is 2 minutes. I’m going to stay on the line with you until they arrive!

Come on you stubborn son of a bitch breathe! Don’t do this! Drew you have to fucking breath!

Suddenly everything fades away as Robert delivers a rescue breath looking into Drew’s eyes that once danced with light are now vacant and staring. The once rosy complexion has now become waxy and pale. The mouth that was so quick to smile telling a joke lies opened with no air flowing through his body, lips blue and cold. The arms that recently held up the Television Championship laying on the hardwood floor like the limbs of a rag doll violently thrown down in a fit of rage! The police officers and paramedics pull Robert away as Robert sits there more helpless than he has ever been before watching the paramedics work.

When the soul has abandoned the body, what is left? What is a body? When the warmth evacuates the blood and the limbs start to become stiff, it is a ghoulish feeling to say the very least. Everything science can measure is still there! Yet it isn't the same anymore. The soul had been recalled and what is left is simply flesh and bone. At this moment Robert begins to realize the gravity of this situation!

End Prelude

Chapter II. The Lonesome Fool

Pest!

Robert laughs to himself under his breath

Seen the promo! I just don’t know where I should begin, I did notice one thing in particular you seem to suffer from the Chris Chaos effect! You know the symptoms, bitching and complaining about every damn thing you come across. How the company has done you wrong time and time again! How you were screwed over, how we were swindled! The company is out to get you right? The same old overplayed song, just this time there is a different dance! This angle has been played before, this trying to destroy and sabotage the company bit! What happened then? The weight was just too much to bare! The company crushed the naysayer under its thumb! Just like they’ll do to you Pest! You like to blame all your misfortunes on the next guy, or in your case “the man”! Is “the man” holding you down Pest? Are you being held back against your will? You’ve been handed every opportunity there is to hand a newcomer! What crutch are you going to administer next? What’s the next excuse? How about you just grow the fuck up look in the merrier and look at the real problem? No one double-dealing my man, there is no con game going on here! You come off like you have been hoodwinked or something! The dilemma is simple, Pest! There isn’t a conundrum or mystery at the end of this tunnel! It’s just you and your lack of ability! It’s just is who you are! Failure runs through your veins! It’s your inability to win matches that “matter”! Your in-ring intelligence is laughable, not to mention your understanding in what’s truly going on around you is even worse! Just the pure lack of comprehension on how this business works is sickening!

Robert laughs once more

So you’ll take advantage of the opportunity huh? Cute! You are one stupid shit, you know that? There are guys standing in line to take a pop shot at me. If you can take me out, Pest you just hit the big time! The wrestling lottery! I’m the path to better days, I’m that road to greatness that path or road, is the one less traveled of course. Little history lesson bub, one man and I repeat that one man has pinned me in almost two damn years! If you can count he pinned me to the canvas for three seconds! 1, 2, 3! That man’s name is Dexter,and even he nearly escaped with his life! I’m not these fools you faced in the battle royal, I’m no hopeless has been of the past trying to whore the spotlight one last time, inadequacy doesn’t flow through my veins like the others you have faced in the past here in XWF! These men you faced were good for nothing non-performers at best! Most of the people in the match weren’t even close to being might-have-been’s. These people were born losers castaway a long ago! They offered you fool’s gold and you bit! So go ahead and pat yourself on the back! Pop the bottles of Champagne, smoke a blunt or whatever it is you like to party with! Great job Pest! You did something anyone with a shred of talent could have done with one arm tied behind their back and their eyes shut! Nothing like an over-inflated ego huh? Just look at the differences between you and me! You’re an underprivileged down-and-outer where I am at the penical of my career, I’ve tasted the top of the mountain and it taste great! You haven’t even gotten the chance to run your tongue over the sugar cube!

I’ve wrestled my way to greatness, I’m a creator and destroyer, the king of the Hart Division! So, of course, you’ll give it a whirl! I mean what do you have to lose? The chance to stand toe to toe with one of the greatest wrestlers walking under God’s hot sun! An opportunity to “throw hands” as you put it with the longest reigning Hart Champion in XWF history! That is what you are up against! One of the premium wrestlers who’s wrestling prowess is incomparable! I am second to none out of sight unparalleled and matchless! A defiant Champion unwilling to be defeated. Countless men have tried all have failed besides our Universal Champion! The one man I still respect in the business! Everyone learns sooner or later that Robert Main is unsurpassed

Robert looks up from his mahogany office desk for the first time his eyes were grey, not a dull, unremarkable grey like that of concrete or stone. They were the grey of the last ashes of a burnt-out fire, tossed up on the breeze, the grey of a pigeon's wing, soft as down, the grey of the ocean an instant before dawn's first rays strike the water. Those eyes glanced towards the camera ensnaring it from that moment onward in a net of intrigue. Robert then looks to the Hart Championship sitting at the helm of the desk! The summer sunlight shined through the second story office windows fiercely making the Championship belt glittered like the sun-kissed ocean lapping the sands of a beach in the Caribbean! The brilliant yellow hue was so vivid and beautiful! Robert leaned back in his leather swivel chair placing his alligator skin boots up on the desk placing his hands behind his head. The left side of his faint red lip tugged upwards creating a sinister smirk on his god-like face, casting a spell of lust to eyes that dare you to look his way.

Robert briefly looks around the office noticing the state of half-organized clutter, his mahogany desk with three drawers on the right-hand side, his mac book and several stacks of paperwork scattered about like leaves in the fall! Floor to ceiling bookshelf’s behind him, books leaning against one another in all different directions, filing cabinet with paperwork stacked on top. Robert looks at the half drank bottle of bourbon. In his arrogant triumph, all he could do was smirk, just a small pouting of his lips once more! The narrowing of the eyes and a tilting of the head. It was so subtle, it was even more infuriating for those watching who had doubted Robert time and time again!

You know I would have never guessed Drew would have been right about all of this! But I’ll give it to my brother, my great friend he was right! Opening this place up! Hell, only our offices are finished mine here his right next door. I’ve already got people beating down the front door trying to get their hands on our product! But it’s one thing at a time around here. Soon we will be up and running making the finest bourbon money can buy! We are now putting the finishing touches on the distillery we are the proud owners of Apex Bourbon! I’ve reached out to the finest bourbon makers all over the world and after weeks of hard work they have come up with a blend that will knock people’s socks off! Award winning! Something out of this world and never seen before! We will send people’s taste buds on a journey to drunk town! Pest after I kick your teeth down your throat I’ll send you a bottle free of charge! Courtesy of Drew and myself! You’ll need something to take all the pain away! You can drink it to remember or in your case forget the ass whipping Robert Main just handed you!

A grin spread across Robert’s face once more, his mouth wide and open, showing his over-whitened teeth. At that moment his motives were laid bare, he was a mocker, one who enjoyed whatever torment he could inflict on others at this moment it was PEST

Now then Pest if you think for one second that you are going to parade into this match and “beat the shit” out of me taking my title by force you have another thing coming! No man or woman has done anything to me by force! Nothing even close! Not going to happen! It’s reality check time pal, I’m the Hart Champion for a reason! You are nothing more than a want to be! Another Johnny come lately, the flavor of the month! I’m coming into this thing with a full head of steam, so thinking sophisticated or not that you are going to strong arm one of the greats is nonsensical! Not to mention downright preposterous, I’ve got more physical horsepower in my index finger than you have in your entire body! You seem to think that you are going to be in this prize fight with me where we are going to tussle and scrap it out! Pest I will do as I have done every other match, I will walk right out to the middle of the ring, and I’ll flip you off and dare your punk ass to do anything about it! Once you and I lock up, the mauling will begin! I’ll abuse you dead center while I put on yet another wrestling clinic! While you’re in there take a few mental notes, maybe you’ll learn a thing or two! I won’t mind if you use a few of my tricks on down, hell use them in your next match, if you have one after ours that is! Once I take you to the mat that is where the heavy hands will rain down upon you bludgeoning you down into the canvas! After I’m done knocking you around for a while, I’ll break your face with The Dead Man’s Hand! Leaving your thrashed and mangled remains in the ring for the medics to scrap off the mat!

Pest you asked where Robert Main was during Second Chance? I had business elsewhere, management was well aware I wouldn’t be there for the event. Hell I even got the okay with Uncle Vinny himself! Oh and by the way because I was not there what happened pay per view numbers suffered! See kid I put peoples asses in seats! But I stand by what I said before! The reason you won that trash heap, was because I wasn’t in it! But seeing how you are popping off like a gangsta! I’ll throw this out there for ya homie! You want to beat your chest like you did something magical! You want to try and throw your weight around like some big shot. All the sudden your testicles dropped! Okay! Let’s up the fucking anti! You beat me you become the Hart Champion I beat you! I take your spot against The Universal Champion I take your spot you don’t deserve How’s that sound? Or are you too yellow-bellied to take me up on that challenge? My guess is this Pest, you won’t do it because you already know the outcome of this match! You know what I am going to do to you! You know you have no chance in hell against me in the ring! You’ll learn rather quickly Robert “The Omega” Main doesn’t need a SECOND CHANCE I shoot to kill every time! I’m going to have to hope I have what it takes to beat you! Hope is for men like yourself Pest weak-minded and half-hearted!

At the bottom of every fountain and wishing well all around the world lie hundreds of coins, some covered green with age and others still that shiny brown. Each one tossed in was someone’s heartfelt wish or prayer. Why not try your luck right? Each one represented pain and hope. Each one tossed in was nothing more than lost change. Those people hoped just like you are now! You hope you can beat me in the ring! You can feel confident, shove a lucky horseshoe up your ass, knock on wood or even look at sunny side of things! The outcome is as if you were going to toss a penny in a wishing well Pest! That’s the conclusion here! I don’t need to hope, I know! I don’t sweat men like you! I have heard all of the bull shit promises before, each time I’ve seen less action! I’m looking forward to our match Pest, because at the end of the day you will come to the realization you’ve been leading a fool's paradise, there will be no promise land for you, no castle in the sky or a silver lining! You’ve once again been tricked into digging for fool’s gold! Sold up the river! Take this to heart when I say this! I will humiliate you, subjugated to the biggest let down in your wrestling career! You’ll be squelched just like all before you, overcome, overpowered, and forced down whether you like it or not! Welcome to your slaughter, and once I extinguish the small flame you have burning. I'll move onto the next martyr! I’ll leave you!

Robert laughs

Just another Lonesome Fool

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