As soon as the referee counted to 3, we all celebrated. Jamal, Will and I did it. Sean was not going to be making a comeback for the title anytime soon. We 3 left the ring and went to the back. Suzie Robbie and Alex welcomed us back like heroes. Robbie's match was in the middle of the card. This was the true test of our stable. Even though we were winning every match, they were all superfluous. They were random and had no real stakes. Robbie was the only one in the stable to hold gold from this company. Suzie was close with her tear through the division. I was focused on managing Robbie for now. I wanted to milk him for all he was worth. Once Robbie dropped the belt, I could make a play for the Intercontinental Championship. Until then, it was okay to be in the background. When it was time for the big match, we all huddled around to watch it backstage. Robbie went out last. The title was indeed on the line when the ref lifted it up for all to see. The match was trash. They were all jobbers. All they could do was Irish Whip and either a punch or kick. Robbie had a ace in the hole.
Jumping into a multi-man match like this was rough. There were no disqualifications in matches like this. For this reason it was the perfect time to cheat. After 6 minutes of the most boring match ever, Robbie threw the young and plucky Ceasar against the ropes. Instead of a punch or kick, Robbie fell to his knees and did a low blow with his forearm. Ceasar was writhing on the mat before rolling out the ring. Barry and Mark were too busy to have noticed. Robbie got behind Mark and did the same thing. It was not pretty. He rolled to the apron. Both boys were holding their balls in pain. By this point, Robbie had his signature ready. Barry was caught in the head by the roundhouse kick. Robbie got the cover and won the match. He looked on in total shock as the title was given to him. Robbie left the ring to return to us. Barry was still out cold. Ceasar and Mark were pissed off. There was not a single thing either of them could do about it. Mark glared at Robbie from the ring apron. I did not care about a literal jobber child hating us. He was as powerful as a coughing baby. Maybe weaker.
