Hart's A Pussy .. No Literally!

Legends may not have worked in my favor, but at the end of the match I walked away with my head held high, I was honored to be placed in that match because it shows me that I am being looked at, my talents are being recognized and I can see bigger and better things coming my way. And I was right, at Ultimate Glory, I got the opportunity to face Robbie Hart, the trailer trash from the suburbs who decided to take his anger out on my ride, who knows what his motives we’re, maybe he thought it would be funny or maybe he was just jealous he wasn’t included in that match.

Hart don’t intimidate me, he don’t scare me either. At Glory, Hart’s heart won’t function properly after I’m through with him, this isn’t Legends, but a one on one match between Hart and I, he has nowhere to go, nowhere to hide.

You know the funny thing is, I would have made jokes about Loca, Hart’s bitch but I had to fall back on the issue only because Madison use to dance, but Madison danced more for an upscale clientele then the regular bums Loca use to drop her panties for.

I wonder if Loca was getting 100’s when she was giving out lap dances though, Yo, Hart? How much your bitch make when she was dropping her flat ass in between niggas laps? I knew my comments would offend Hart, but it didn’t matter to me. Hart knew he wasn’t the real deal, so he walks around pretending like he somebody, making threats like he about to pop off.

Born and raised in Compton, lived in the streets for most of my life until I came across some money, never begged or needed anyone in my life to get by. I don’t respect Hart because he’s living a fake life, I’m happy you was able to make it out that Trailer Park you grew up in, we may have similarities, I mean I grew up in a hood, the projects while you had to endure rednecks and trailers that probably blew away when hard winds hit, I don’t know how you came across your dough, but you made enough money to mark your body up with some tattoos, to make you look cool, you wanted to appeal to the crowd and make people think you weren’t the trailer trash you came out to be.

Hart’s an easy target though, I could throw as many shots as I wanted at him, but you can’t tell me nothing, how about I buy a strip club, have your bitch come work for me and then maybe I can offer you a job in the rest room handing our towels and squirting soap in peoples hands. I’m ready to hear what you have to say, I’m ready to hear you throw your past accomplishments at me, I’m ready to hear you say how you don’t know who I am and how I’m nothing, I’m ready to hear you talk about how I talk or how I dress.

I’m pretty sure you’ll discuss my friendship with London and call me a faggot or something, like I’m ready to hear anything you throw at me, but just know them words coming out your mouth not scaring me at all, make your jokes, and petty little threats dog, but just know I’ll only come back harder. Since I’ve been here I’ve only made this ride easy, these dudes walking around not taking me serious, but when it comes down to the match they see how serious I am. I plan on standing above you after the match, raising the Universal Title in the air and laughing in your face, and then I’ll turn around, walk down the stairs, slap your bitch on the ass and leave the arena smiling in your face and every dude’s face backstage who didn’t believe in me.

This is the new generation of NLWF Superstars and I’m blessed to be apart of it, more and more you’ll see me and more and more people will fear me.

Which brings me to another topic I need to discussed, I see as though Shark is opening his mouth about me more and more, even endorsing this nigga Robbie to beat me at Glory. We crossed paths back in Sin City when you first debut, granted you won the match by defeating Argento, but after that you showed your respect towards me and all beef we had came to end. But lately you decide to speak my name but more in a negative way and that’s that shit I don’t like. I could careless about the bullshit you have with London and Brooklyn, that’s y’all personal shit so you could leave me the fuck out of it, don’t be upset because I re-tweet something I feel was funny, it was not person vendetta against you though. I see you re-tweet a lot of things, whether about you, or someone you know. You a sensitive ass dude but come off real hard, I never had a problem with him until he started talking out his mouth again, so soon enough Shark and I need to meet, because until YOU BEAT ME ONE ON ONE, then you can NEVER SAY YOU BEAT ME BRAH and that’s me just being real about it. I’m tired of these niggas not showing me no type of respect because of my seniority in the ring, or the fact that my accomplishments don’t stretch as long as theirs, but know this.

When I signed that contract and fought at City of Evil, I won a car, even wrestling on Fusion and Legacy, I made sure I made a impact there. Even at Legends I destroyed in the match and still not respect given my way. These dudes egos be huge as fuck, and even if they do lose, they still walk around like they best in the game.

Which is why I need to shut them down, whether its Robbie Hart, James Shark, Nick Ridicule or even Brenton Cyrus, I don’t give a fuck who it is I come across, my hands is going in their mouth and I’m add more wins to my belt. Maybe after I take out Hart and win this Universal Championship, people will start acknowledging my name instead of throwing insult to it.

Y’all some hating ass nigga, but your words won’t stop my hustle or my climb to the top, I’ve only been here a short time and I’m already making a name for myself, and that’s a diss to everyone who has a problem with me.

If Robbie thinks he winning this Universal Championship, then he has another thing coming. I hate to be the one that puts an end to the plans you may have had, because I know secretly you wish you possessed the skills I have, the talent, and the drive I have. Maybe after I win, I can take you under my wing, teach a few things and help improve you so you can once be like me, be the person I am today. My ears are open man, and I’m ready for whatever you throw my way, I’m prepared to fight man, remember I owe for the preschool drawing you did on my car a few months back, I wasn’t satisfied at Legends, so at Glory I’m sure after I witness your paralyzed body on the mat, I’ll be satisfied.

Recently

Brooklyn, New York
London’s Hotel Room.

Anthony:
Yo, that movie was wild, especially at the end.

The scene opens up inside London’s hotel room, both London and Anthony are shown sprawled out on the couch, the credits to Paranormal Activity 4 play on the screen as London jumps up running for the kitchen, he reaches in the top cabinet and pulls out some Fruit Roll Ups.

Anthony:
You hungry?

London:
When I smoke, I get the munchies, like I can’t help it but it don’t be munchies for real food, I be wanting candy and shit, sweet shit.

Anthony:
Ha, like you though?

London:
Damn, you throwing shade?

Anthony:
Nah man, I’m just messing with you. I might fuck up a bag or chips, but I really don’t think about food when I be high, I think about fucking, to be honest.

London:
Oh I see.

London backs further in the kitchen, while Anthony walks closer to the kitchen.

Anthony:
Yo, you know I got a crush on your sister. Well it’s not really a crush, but I would definitely smash that though, no offense.

London:
None taken, but as you can see she’s to busy occupied with that dumb ass nigga Shark, so sadly you won’t have a chance because she’s stuck on stupid.

Anthony:
I don’t see what she see in dude though.

London:
I mean at first I thought she was into him because he had money, but then I remembered we had money so I knew it wasn’t that, and I know it’s not his looks so I don’t see what she see’s in him.

Anthony:
Damn, you have to be ugly when a gay dude says you are. It’s enough when you got bitches saying you ugly, but when a nigga does, its time to #KillYoSelf. But not meant in a way where you really should do that, just an expression.

London:
I know that boy, yeah you must be high.

Anthony:
I’m only being real though. But, I mean that is their relationship homie, I know you have a problem with Shark but you have to let Brooklyn handle that, you have trust in your sister right?

London:
Yes.

Anthony:
Then I’m sure she won’t make the wrong decision.

London:
I want you to beat Hart man, if you win The Universal Title, then everything will work out after that, I see you grabbing the World strap before I do.

Anthony:
I got my eye on that, but remember this Battle Royal gives you an opportunity to wrestle in the main event at War Games, so I’m fighting extra hard for that.

London:
Don’t count me out nigga.

Anthony:
I’m not, but we both hungry for that shit. And you know when it comes to the strap, I’m not worried about who my friend and who isn’t, granted we can work together throughout the whole thing but if it came down to just me and you, just know I’m not holding back.

London:
Oh I know, we both understand what’s at stake.

Anthony:
But that’s later, I want to be able to walk in that Battle Royal the Universal Champion.

London:
What about Zombie?

Anthony:
Fuck that dude, he may have got the best of you out of luck, but he has no chance against me, him or his other half. The whole NLWF roster is full of fighters, I won’t deny that, but they lack determination and me earning a chance at winning the Universal Championship proves that.

Anthony turns and walks over to the couch, reaching for his iPhone, he starts to slide the phone in his pocket, but the vibration stops him, he looks down and notices Anna calling him.

Anthony:
Yo, I am going to take this call outside.

Anthony grabs his hoodie, and walks out on the balcony, sliding the door closed.

Anthony:
It’s crazy I hear from you like every other week, you not returning phone calls or text so I figure dude must have been treating you right.

Anna:
If I knew you we’re going to answer the phone that way, I would have never called.

Anthony:
Nah, I just don’t see why you reach out to me while you keep that nigga involved in your life, but my heart won’t leave you out in the cold so instead I answer to see what issue you have going on in your life at the moment.

Anna:
Harsh.

Anthony:
But truthful.

Anna:
I need help this month.

Anthony:
Ha, so homeboy didn’t hustle hard this month huh? What you need some Benjamin’s?

Anna:
I need whatever you can help me with and when I get my money, I’ll make sure I give it back because I don’t want to owe you anything.

Anthony:
I think you a little late for that yo, I mean I did supply the car you drive, the condo you live in, and the clothes on you and ya kids life, but they not even mine.

Anna:
I really don’t like hearing this speech over and over.

Anthony:
It’s not a speech ma, it’s just reminding you who I am, and why you need me so much. You lucky I still continue to support you because if I wanted to I could cut you loose, but you right I won’t give you no speech, I’ll put some money in ya hand so you won’t be out tricking for dollars, I saved you from that strip club and I wouldn’t want you to go back.

Before Anna could respond, Anthony hung up, he shook his head walking back into the living room, London sits down on the couch, lighting up the sixth blunt of the night.

London:
You alright?

Anthony:
Yea I’m good homie, just the same bullshit with this chick.

London:
That Spanish girl right?

Anthony:
Yea, she my ex, but I’ve known her since before middle school and we we’re always close, it was like some love and basketball type shit, we was close, homies, we fucked around, we made promises but I was never really ready to settle, she went off, got pregnant by this dude I fucking hate and now is pregnant by him again, she works, but she only makes enough to get by so I help her out every once and a while because you know we close, I’m close with her kids and I don’t want to see her struggle.

London:
That’s nice of you.

Anthony:
It is, but that bitch mind be slipping at times, and I think she forgets who really takes care of her ass, it ain’t her nigga, it’s me.

London:
I bet that’s difficult.

Anthony:
I mean I’m not loosing sleep over it, it is what it is. I bet you next time I hit Cali she’ll be reaching out to me, she constantly cheats on her dude whenever I’m home and she’ll even stay at my crib in West Hollywood from Time to Time. It’s like if I wanted her, I could have her, all she want me to do is ask her to marry her, but I can’t yo, like she got to much baggage with her and I know it’s not the kids fault, but I wouldn’t feel right trying to play father to that niggas kid, when I can’t even stand the dude.

London:
That’s why I’m glad I live the way I do, I don’t have to deal with that type of drama, well having kids and shit involved, like I don’t think I could handle it.

Anthony:
Don’t say you can’t handle anything unless you experience it homie, even the way you live your life shouldn’t stop you from having kids or even adopting. I know you would probably make a cool dad, a better father then me honestly, I ain’t really have my pops around like a lot of people did, he was usually in and out of the house, mostly with other women or shooting up in someone’s hotel room, but that man always had some money though.

London:
You never really open up about your family.

Anthony:
I don’t think anyone needs to know, I got my skeletons in my closet and I’ve experience my pops do some horrible shit, his brother raised me more then my own father but you know I ain’t really mad at him though, he always kept food on the table and clothes on our back, even if we had police raids every now and then.

London:
Damn, I can’t say I ever experienced that.

Anthony:
Believe me that shit not fun, but I think that’s why I decided to participate in a sport like wrestling, because you get the chance to beat the fuck out of people, it’s a good way to legally let my frustration out and not being punished for whatever damage I may cause.

London:
I think that’s the same thing I say, it’s a good excuse to use without people calling you crazy.

Anthony:
What did your parents think about you though? You know being gay?

London:
It was a funny conversation, a few laughs, but at the end of it nothing ignorant or rude was said. My father had more internal issues with himself, and personal problems with Brooklyn, but gladly they we’re able to come to terms with certain things and forgiveness was given.

Anthony:
It’s crazy how we all can come from such crazy ass pasts, some good, some bad and still turn out to be better off. Yo, I know where I’m at now, but I will always remember where I came from, I still visit Compton, I do charities and shit out there, and even stay at my cousins house when I go.

London:
I was all over, I was never really in one place for a long amount of time, shit I lived in Memphis, Miami, Philly and New York. I don’t know, the fact that Brooklyn was doing all these different jobs, we always traveled.

Anthony:
Damn, I know that was hard.

London:
I dealt with it.

Anthony:
I respect you London, that’s why I put aside your lifestyle and shit because deep inside you a cool ass dude. You’re a beast in the fucking ring, and I know you’re going to make a name for yourself here in NLWF, I mean you weren’t here a month and you captured the Freedom Title.

London:
And you can the same after Glory, your first title win would be a huge one, man your already World Championship material, I know I see a title match coming your way and soon man.

Anthony:
I’m working on it, I think after Glory I may challenge whoever the Champion is, or you think I should wait?

London:
Shit winning the Universal Title is one thing, but holding the Universal Title and The World Title is another, I say go for that shit man, all you got is opportunity ahead of you.

Anthony:
I know Hart is probably pumped, that dude is probably hyped up just knowing he is going to win the championship, but he’s not. I’m not backing down to this dude and I’m not loosing to him, he’s a pussy, his whole demeanor is wack and I’ll expose him at Glory, I’ll expose him for the pussy he is, he’s a wannabe.

London:
Uhhh, I thought he was kind of cute, until he opened his mouth.

Anthony:
Well, I don’t see what you see in that, that’s kind of disgusting but yeah I will agree with you about when he opens his mouth, dude look like he drank a full can of piss and it stained his teeth.

London:
Ha, damn.

Anthony:
I swear, every time I look at him, I think backwoods West Virginia, and then like he moved, but not to the hood or anything but like to the suburbs, but the city type of suburbs, he drew him some tattoos, did a couple push ups, won a few non important matches and now he think he top shit, whatever his history is it doesn’t matter to me, because after Glory he can add this defeat to his HISTORY, his records. And he can sit back and pout after the referee raises my hand, I take my title and he watches me leave as Champion, that is if he can stand up.

London:
He’s a cocky little bastard too, I’ve had a couple run ins with him backstage and it took me everything not to knock him up side his head.

Anthony:
He got a mouth on him I can tell you that, like he talks a lot of shit, like a lot.

London:
That ratchet ass girl he with is wrestling my sister again, that bitch so disrespect and she had mentioned something about me and anal, I laughed it off though because she lost, it’s like bitch shut up, you could be popping off with that shit if you would have won, but you’ve already been embarrassed bitch, bye, log off now.

London laughs, he passes the blunt after letting it go out a couple times.

Anthony:
She did lose to Brooklyn, that is right.

London:
And then had to the nerve to try and do this shoot clowning us and saying all this shit about how she’s this and how she’s done this and I’m like bitch, you known for dropping your ass in the club for bands and showing off your mouth work in the champagne room or VIP, whatever they call it at them sleazy clubs she danced for.

Anthony:
Oh yeah, I forgot she did dance right? It figures Hart would be dancing a stripper, it all makes sense now.

London:
She use to be, I doubt she does it now.

Anthony:
A stripper will always be a stripper, if that bitch lost her job today, meaning if she couldn’t wrestle or no one wanted to sign her, I bet you she would go back to what she knows and that’s the pole, so that makes sense how Hart ended up with a bitch like that, Yo I wonder how much that dude was paying her in the club for the lap dances, it must have been a lot to get her to quit the pole.

London:
I think she got pregnant or something, and she was cheating with that Cody dude or some story and she lost the baby.

Anthony:
Damn, so she was fucking Hart and dude at the same time.

London:
I don’t know, Brooklyn was telling me something about it but shit I was high and I wasn’t paying attention.

Anthony:
You know what I’ve noticed too, like these dudes including Loca talking about how we smoke and all that shit.

London:
Nothing else better to do, yeah I smoke weed, all day, everyday and I get money, and I slay in the ring so what’s the issue?

Anthony:
It’s really no issue, most of them mad they not doing what we’ve done so far, a lot of past old heads bitching and even the new people. But that’s what makes us better yo, if we not being talked about then it’s a problem, as much as they downplay us, it only makes us more known and talked about, the attention is being brought to us, not them.

London:
Well Loca just mad she lost to my sister, so that’s why she going off on me. That bitch mad, but she grown and she’ll get over it, as for Robbie I don’t trust that dude, and I don’t like him. If he tries to pull anything crazy, I got your back.

Anthony passes the blunt to London, and shaking his head, acknowledging London and the fact that he said he would be there if Anthony needed it.

Anthony:
Nah I don’t think Robbie would try anything crazy, this match is easy. But yo, what about Brooklyn and her attacking Madison man? That’s my sister, and as much as I like Brooklyn, I thought that shit was foul.

London:
It was, and she never really gave me a good reason why she did it. But I know it really made her look really crazy, I think Brooke just kind of snapped, with all the shit she had been through in that small amount of time, she really wasn’t thinking. In the back of my head I felt as though she really just wanted to be in that match, and with everything that was on the line, she was hungry for it.

Anthony:
I mean she apologized to Madison and they cool, but I thought that shit was out of pocket so I had to kind of make sure I wouldn’t have to worry about that shit happening to me.

London:
I wouldn’t attack someone I lov- I mean liked, shit!

Anthony:
Huh?

London:
Nothing, uhhh you want another drink?

Anthony:
Nah, I think I need to go though, I told Madison I would help her with some of her physical therapy, Brooklyn really fucked her arm up after that attack so I’ve been helping her a little, but I guess I’ll catch you later.

Anthony takes a hit of the blunt one last time for placing it in the ash tray, he grabs his phone and coat and heads out the door.

Anthony:
Damn, that was mad weird,

Anthony walks off down the hall way as the scene fades to black.

a few hours later

Brooklyn, New York
Madison & Anthony‘s Suite.

The scene opens up inside the huge suite, Madison is shown sitting down on the couch with her arm in a cast, she reaches for the back scratcher sliding it in the cast and scratching her arm, the door opens and Anthony walks in, he walks over to the bar stool and sits down.

Madison:
Damn, you said you we’re on your way like two hours ago man, what the hell happened?

Anthony:
Yo, I had to drive around and think, like some weird shit just happened over at London’s hotel room.

Madison:
Oh my god, did y’all have sex?

Anthony:
Yo Madi, chill with that shit, you know nothing like that went down. But he did admit that he had like feelings for it, I think he was about to tell me he loved me.

Madison:
Wow, uhhh I know that had to be a little uncomfortable.

Anthony:
That shit was really uncomfortable, but I mean London cool and I know he wouldn’t disrespect me, so I wasn’t worried about him trying to come onto me but damn we friends, like I don’t want that shit to be awkward.

Madison:
I think you should talk to him.

Anthony:
He’s been texting me since I left, but I haven’t responded. He hasn’t said anything but he’s sorry and he doesn’t want to fuck our friendship up, but you know I feel bad for the dude because of the shit he’s going through, everyone pointing fingers at him so I don’t want him to feel like he alone.

Madison:
Right, but at the same time you don’t want to lead him on thinking something can pop off between you two, I say its hard for a straight guy to be really close with a gay guy, because feelings can get involved on one part, but not the other.

Anthony:
Man I’m mad this even happen, I can’t wait to hear Hart’s reaction to this.

Madison:
Oh who cares, he’s trash, and I mean that literally. Words are words, but you got this match, he won’t be able to keep up with you Ant, your on a whole different level then he is.

Anthony:
True.

Madison:
At the end of the day you know who you are, it doesn’t matter what anyone thinks to be honest. You are a future Champion bro, Hart’s nothing, your everything he wants to be, at Glory you’ll make a bigger name for yourself and you can add Universal Champion to the list of the accomplishments you’ll achieve while being here, you are Champion material, Hart isn’t.

Anthony:
This match is going to be insane in so many ways.

Madison:
Insane, brutal, and down right painful.

Anthony:
Ha, more painful for Hart, not me.

Madison:
I think you should talk to London though, I mean he is a really good friend and we all have become so close. Just let him know, friends are the only thing you two can be, nothing sexual, nothing personal, just friends.

Anthony:
I will hit him up in a bit, I need some rest, I’m bout to chill out before I go to the gym, he’s suppose to meet up with me there so I guess we can wrap about it when we blaze, we usually do that in the car before we work out.

Madison:
What? How the fuck y’all working out after smoking, y’alls lungs must have super powers to endure all the smoke, and then pressure of working out.

Anthony:
I know what I’m doing.

The two laugh as Anthony starts to prepare to help Madison with her physical therapy, the scene fades to black.