Happy New Year

Happy New Year
Times Square, NY
December 31st 2012

Silence

After all had been said and done; silence reigned over the locker room. It had been a few hours since I gotten to set of Exile. The crowed for the night’s events was already starting to pile up. In a few more hours the streets of Times Square would be filled with people filled with piss and booze, looking for a restart to there lives

Watching a ball drop like it’s a video game reset button

I arrived early as was typical these days. I didn’t want to look like some rookie who got stuck behind traffic. I have an image to keep, and soon that image well be as the Universal champion and champions don’t show up late. The extra time I saved getting to the venue early allowed me to get myself comfortable and not skipping on the warm up sessions, allowed me to be at my fucking best. No matter if I was fighting for a championship or against a team that just shouts dysfunctional.

Tonight?

Besides beating the traffic, I was particularly thankful that I made this call

Over the weekend, I had received some very crazy news. I guess you could say the secret was out. Of course Nick was the first person I shared the proof to. That was the last time I talked to Nick. I was giving him his space.

News like this…

I was still trying to come to terms with the fact that I had a brother …

Nevermind the fact that it was Nick himself

Guess Jada’s dirty little secret was out. She was the first person I called looking for answers. All I got was the asshole button. I knew what she was doing, her years of manning wrestlers, and her years in behind the scenes of this dirty game.

Mom was on damage control.

She was weighing her options, trying to find out where the leak came from. She’ll make some public speech about it, she’ll even deny at first. She was playing the part like she was a politician getting her hand caught in the cookie jar. She was assuming it would all blow over, forgotten after the next big news story. Even if she did pick up, I would never get anything out of her besides an apology. And I wanted the complete opposite, I wanted the answers. And I’m not talking about some censored made for tv bullshit. I wanted the truth.

Staring down at my feet, sitting down on the locker room's hardwood bench, I carefully rolled up the compression shorts that went under my tights.

Johnny Stylez
“Hey kid, got a minute?”

Picking up my head, I spotted Johnny standing in front of my lockeroom door. I had a feeling he would stop by. After our phone conversation the other day, he would be looking to talk. Maybe he was here to even share some of the story with me. He walked into the room

Johnny Stylez
“Gotta say, it feels pretty weird being around some shit, rather then being in it”

Robbie Hart
‘Listen, Uncle … I didn’t mean to be a dick when I called you that night. I just wanted some sort of the back story.’

Johnny Stylez
“I find the entire thing hilarious. I bet everyone in the entire fucking world would have had there money on ME being the guy hiding a kid. But your mother? There isn’t anyone who saw this one coming, not even me kid.”

Robbie Hart
‘You’re telling me you had no idea this happened? I have a hard time believing that. She was your best friend, the person you once told me you trusted the most, and you didn’t know she got knocked up by Frank?’

Guess my emotions were still there. But this was one secret I was going to find out in detail. I wanted everyone’s point of view. Johnny gave me a nod, and I saw worry across his face. He was there being an uncle but he realized Team Hart suddenly wasn’t looking like a united front.

Johnny Stylez
“I think you should be looking to your dad for those answers kid. You know, your tag-team partner for tonight”

Robbie Hart
‘Don’t worry about the match, Both my dad and I understand. When we go out to that ring, its all about business. We keep are personal shit out of our business’

Johnny Stylez
“Who you trying to convince here? Me or yourself? Kid listen, your dad didn’t do nothing wrong. If anyone should be pissed at Frank it’s me. But I’m not. Believe it or not kid, me and Jada wasn’t always together. I was a young kid back when she got pregnant with Nick. We had to give him up for adoption. We both understood we weren’t ready to be parents. It was a really hard choice and you’re mom, She never really got over it. So went I went to U, she went back home where she meet your father. Frank didn’t do anything wrong here, as far as he was concern me and Jada were over. He had no idea she had my child, no one did. Keep that in mind when you ask those questions to him”

Robbie Hart
‘I aint mad at him. To be honest I’m not even mad at Jada. Just wish she told me about this before it was leaked.’

Johnny Stylez
“I feel the same way kid.”

Johnny got up off the bench and patted me on the back

Johnny Stylez
“It’s all going to work itself out. It’s not like you and Nick are complete strangers. If you ask me, You two have always been close, you two have always been brothers. Now you got proof. But listen kid, I gotta go speak to Nick. See how he’s holding up, make sure he’s good to go tonight.”

Robbie Hart
‘I know Uncle. I’ll catch up with you after the show’

Johnny Stylez
“Remember what I said, give your old man some slack. Our family just loves good pussy!”

Loca Rocsi
“Excuse me? What was that, Johnny?”

It was as if Vanessa had some sort of 6th sense. She just had that perfect timing. Vanessa was standing in the door way, and she flashed Johnny a joking smirk

Johnny Stylez
‘I was just telling Rob over here, how our family is cursed by beautiful woman. And how we always fall for there hearts. Thanks for proving my point, sweetheart.’

Loca Rosci
“Guess it also helps to have a great pussy too right Johnny?”

Vanessa walked in and playfully nudges Johnny as he walked out the door.

Johnny Stylez
“Good luck out there tonight kid”

Johnny shouted as he entered the hall of the lockerooms. Vanessa replaced him sitting next to me. She began to rub my shoulders.

Loca Rocsi
“How are you holding up, love?”

Robbie Hart
‘It’s better.’

Loca Rocsi
“You get your answers from Johnny?”

I reached down and pulled up my knee brace. Patting his knee one final time, I reach up and gently pulled up my tights over my knee. It was at that point nothing really mattered to me. When the show started, all that mattered was the end result.

The glory, the spotlight and the whole damn thing.

Robbie Hart
‘I got advice.’

Loca Rocsi
“You know I’m here if you wanna talk”

Robbie Hart
‘I know babe … But really I’ve got a better understanding on the whole thing. I’m good.’

Standing up to pull my trunks up, Vanessa followed. I leaned in and gave her a kiss. I guess you could say I was sealing this conversation with a kiss. She smiled, and looked up at me

Loca Rocsi
“Tonight’s going to be fun.”

Robbie Hart
‘We’re going to silence this Mafia movement before it even gets off the ground. And I get to spend my New Years with the love of my life.’

We kissed again, and I really was happy in the moment. I was ready to get what was coming to me. The Universal Championship was calling my name.

And I wasn’t going to ignore its call.

Frank Hart
“Look at you two, love is in the air this new years eve.”

Frank was walking into my lockeroom, I was starting to think about getting a locked on that door. I slowly pulled away from Vanessa and saw him.

Frank Hart
“Mind if I steal his ear for a second?”

Vanessa looked at me

Loca Rocsi
“You good?”

I gave her a nod, and she understood. She leaned in and gave me another kiss before walking out of the room. I stood there, a few feet away from Frank. We just looked at each other; he looked like he was in great shape for tonight’s match. But his face told me he wanted to clear the air. Scratch that, he needed to clear it

Frank Hart
“I should have told you about all of this. You have every right to be mad.”

Robbie Hart
‘I’m not mad dad.’

Frank Hart
“You always have been the better man. I just wanted to apology to you Rob. Even if you’re cool with this, it’s still a fuck up spot to be in.”

Robbie Hart
‘Shit happens, gotta roll with the punches. You thought me that.’

Frank Hart
“Some good advice right there. Is there anything you wanna ask me? I just feel we should get it all out there, before we go out there”

Frank pointed towards the streets of Times Square

Robbie Hart
‘How the hell did it all happen? It’s not by accident you knock up your brother’s ex. Jesus, just saying it out load sounds like a fucked up Jerry Springer episode.’

He started laughing as he pulled open a steel chair and sat down in it. I followed his move and took my seat back down on the bench.

Frank Hart
“Johnny just got accepted to Miami Florida. Jada left him around the same time. I had no idea she had his child. When she came back to town she said she was single and not really happy. We went to a bar and we instantly hit it off. Boy did we hit it off…”

Robbie Hart
‘I really don’t need the details’

Frank Hart
“Right. Well, it wasn’t long until she found herself pregnant. This time with you. I brought up the idea of adoption, but after what happened with Nick. She just couldn’t do. So you’re mother gave you to her family.”

Robbie Hart
‘Let the boss of the biggest West Coast crime family raise me, gotta say Frank not your best parenting move.’

Frank Hart
“You’ve done all right, guess it wasn’t that bad growing up. And you were surrounded by members of your real family. “

He had a point, I loved the Smith’s. They were my grandparents; I looked at them as so much more. I owe a lot to them, and I make sure they know it each and everyday. But they weren’t my parents. My mom would sometimes spot in and out. Frank didn’t come around until recently. Ever since we became a family again we’ve been as close as ever.

Robbie Hart
‘The Smith’s are family.’

Frank Hart
“I’m not going to bullshit you Rob, I honestly didn’t know about Nick until the information spread. You’re mother kept that a secret even to me.”

Robbie Hart
‘We’re good pops honestly. I believe you’

Frank nodded and smiled before getting up. I looked at him and smirked back. I could tell a big weight was removed from his chest. We were both ready to perform and steal the show. Caleb stuck his head into my room, and I was seriously getting tired of all the random visits

Caleb Hart
“Sorry to break up this sentimental meeting, but Frank were needed for a photo opt. Seems like everyone wants a picture with the original Heart Attacks.”

Robbie Hart
‘Guess I’ll see you guys out there.’

Caleb Hart
“Fuck right you well”

Frank Hart
“We going to put these rookies in there place.”

They walked out of the room, and I was alone

Everything was back on point

We were a family

And we were ready for a war tonight

I sat back and took it all in

Silence was sometimes golden

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This entire month I’ve been withholding my anger towards Ant. I sat back all of December watching the kid get his load off. It was a hard month to bite my tongue! It’s no fucking secret I can’t wait to fucking strangle his punk ass! I can’t wait to deflate all this hype he has created for himself. I’ve waited an entire month watching him preajackulate

The kid is playing defense after my first promo

I bet he thought his last promo was fire, guess what mang … Shit was mediocre at best! I bet you’re pretty confident after that piece of work, even though you’re getting buried after just two promos! I’ve seen people just like Anthony, I’m sure he’s sitting back right now smoking a bag of weed while he’s imaging things like actually becoming Universal champion. Kid has to realize he’s nothing more then a manically depressant with dreams and hopes that he doesn’t stand to achieve.

At least not against me.

His jealousy and envy for me throws him in a frenzy, Did you see his last promo? I rest my case! Anthony can stand at the top of the world’s biggest mountain screaming about how he exists in this game, Even though the world still sees him as a background dancer to Brooklyn.

The same could be said for London Carter

He comes on your screens twirling and spiraling himself into a rage! It’s killing him that he claims he doesn’t even know me, yet he sees me where ever he goes around the NLWF. Anthony do us all a favor and please stop contradicting yourself! You’re starting to look like an attention whore who isn’t getting any attention!

It’s really a bad look homie

All you’re doing mang is torturing yourself. You claim to have all this fortune yet my contract is worth more then yours! How embarrassing man! He’s living off of Brooklyn’s name so much it’s sad. She hooked up with Shark and everyone jumped on her gravy team. Why else would London damn near beg to face James Shark? You’re whole Mafia movement is product of a bitch catching Sharky’s load! And you’re supposed to out perform me? At least my name isn’t associated with anyone else’s. James Shark handed me the High Impact championship and two months later he was unemployed!

Where was I?

I was going undefeated for five straight PPV’s

I became a World Champion while you were playing grab ass with London Carter!

Look at yourself, trying to play the role of bully and getting bitch slap with every fact that you threw out there. Mang, you’ve been trying to push and pull me ever since Legends of the Fall went off the air, but you’re quickly realizing you’ve bitten off more then you could chew. You really have no choice but to scream and raise your voice at me because lets face the facts here Ant, deep down your just annoyed after all your words you’re still getting Outshined!

Say what you want about me kid, I speak the truth while you’ve and London got caught with your pants down …

The scene opens up inside Brooklyn’s condo, London is shown in the bedroom changing into a fresh pair of briefs after showering, he hears the front door close and he rushes out to the living room area to find Anthony sitting on the couch, rolling a dutch. London tries to back away, but Anthony calls for London to come sit by him.

London:
Uhhhh, you sure? I don’t have any pants on.

Anthony:
Dude I’m not worried about you’re fucking pants, we bout to face this blunt. I just got off a long ass flight and this was a much needed blunt.

London:
Ummm… Pauses Okay I guess. London walks over to the couch and sits down by Anthony, still no shirt, only draws. How did you get in here though?

Anthony:
Oh, Brooklyn let me in, I guess I caught her on her way out and she just told me sit down in the living room. I heard the shower water running so I just sat down and started rolling this blunt.

London:
You cool, but are you sure you don’t want me to get dressed?

Anthony:
We in you’re crib, so make yourself comfortable man. I’m comfortable in my own skin, so I know where we stand, if you that uncomfortable then run and put you some damn clothes on man, wouldn’t make me no difference.

Literally!

I’m sorry mang, but that entire scene screams faggot!

What’s really funny is you actually try in your work … This shit just comes easy to me. It’s in my blood to make niggas cry. Just like it’s in my father’s nature to make James Shark his bitch! I saw Sharky tweets this week, seems like someone forgot about Frank mopping the floor with him. Before James went on that incredible win streak, his only lost was to my father Frank Hart!

Guess his feelings are still hurt

It’s ok James, You may be my father’s personal bitch, but you’re still my nigga

Come later tonight on Exile, you can call me master while Frank and I whip you!

It’ll be like an Insurgency reunion for you and my old man

You’re almost as bad as Ant, Acting like your great but you’re fake!

You’re living in a fantasy, just like Ant. I’ll reject anything you throw at me mang. Isn’t that right Ant? You talking like you’re the shit, when everyone is just wondering when you coming out the closet? I swear Ant, it’s like you’re shooting your self in the foot with your own words!

I’mma start calling you Chedda Bob

There’s a reference you’re Compton ass should get

Everything you’ve thrown out there so far has you looking desperate, while you’re just trying to grab a buzz from the public. You can stop trying because you’re starting to look desperate! It’s really a bad look for you homie

You’re finished kid; I don’t even have to throw out another piece of work out there, I just murked you with my second piece of work! I’m done repeating myself! I just exposed you! I’m done playing with you Ant, now I’m just playing the role of clean up. What can you really say in defense? I got a brother? My mother slept around? It’s like I’m living like a kid from Compton. There goes you’re hood vote!

At least you’ll get remembered

You can be my stepping stone into the next year. Congratulations. You’re five minutes of fame is up, it’s time for you to go back to being Brooklyn’s side kick! I exposed you as being on my dick, And you haven’t proved shit against that. For crying out load, the Mafia Movement been a hot trend since I last mentioned it

You’re welcome

How’s it feel to be my fan .. a phony … A fake .. A pussy? You’re biggest insult was about Loca being a stripper! Nas said it best Ant, I rock fine ass hoes and your rock fellas! And know you’re trying to take the spot I was born for? Get the fuck outta here!

This is the last promo of 2012

And I left the public with a massacre

Really kid, step up your game or get left behind

This is to easy for me!