Mother and Son

Mother and Son
Jan 7th - 8th 2013
Cleveland Ohio

Both Hostyle and I were escorted into the precinct. They took Hostyle in one direction; Doctor Spanilli went in another direction. The cop, who escorted me in dragged me away from the both of them in the opposite direction. They were heading to investigation. They were about to be put through the ringer for answers.

We were set up by Corey Casey; the cheap son of a bitch decided he didn’t want to pay Hostyle out of his contract. Instead he organized a drug sting, and we walked right into it. I bet the smug bastard is smiling somewhere with Axel Vengeance and Remington taking turns stroking his ego and tonguing down his balls.

Picking up the blue phone that was attached to the cement wall; I reached out to the only person who would have the connection to make this all go away. I had to suck up my pride and reach out to my mother. I haven’t talked to her since I found out Nick Ridicule was my half brother.

Standing against the cold metal phone both, my hands cuffed as I held the receiver. With every ring, I came that much closer to hanging up. She pick up after the 3rd ring.

..:: Jada Hart ::..
“Hello?”

Hearing my mother’s voice felt pretty good, even if the bitch didn’t tell me about Nick. She was still my mother

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘Mom…’

..:: Jada Hart ::..
“Robbie? Is that you?”

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘It’s not Nick Ridicule’

I wasn’t going to pull any punches. I hit her with a low blow right off the bat. I should have had a smile on my face, instead I was dead serious. Looking around, the precinct was pretty empty but it was clear I didn’t have any privacy.

..:: Jada Smith ::..
“I guess I deserve that”

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘You deserve a lot more then smart ass insults. But sadly I don’t have enough time for anything else.’

..:: Jada Smith ::..
“Robbie, I’m sorry for not telling you. I should have been…”

Clearing my throat was enough to interrupt her. I guess she didn’t catch on to the hint about not having a whole lot of time. I leaned closer into the phone, resting my forehead against the pale yellow cement wall.

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘I need your help. You told me I should always reach out to you before looking for help. I need you to work your magic and make some bullshit drug bust disappear.’

..:: Jada Smith ::..
“How bad is this?”

Her concern oozed through the receiver

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘I’ve been arrested in Cleveland.’

..:: Jada Smith ::..
“I’m on my way; don’t say a fucking thing to anyone”

The line went dead, she hung up adamantly. I hung the phone up; by tomorrow this would all be forgotten. Stepping away from the phone, it donned on to me that I would also be faced to face with mother tomorrow. I brought my cuffed hands up to my head and ran them through my hair.

I let out a deep breath, before I was grabbed and pulled towards mug shots. The cop tossed me in front of a white screen. He was rocking a cocky look. He was showing off to his buddies, he had power over a wrestler. I gave him a smirk while he was backing out of the picture

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘Go fuck yourself…’

He charged me, he ran towards me while reaching for his club. I was more then ready to defend myself, but he was pulled away by his friends.

..:: Cop ::..
“You’re in for a long motherfucking night!”

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘I look forward to it.’

I took the position, and the female officer behind the camera quickly captured the picture



A different cop grabs me from behind and pushed me forward, I stumbled straight into the cocky motherfuckers knee. It drove straight into my gut. But I didn’t let the dick see any pain on my face as he dragged me to my cell for the night

All of the holding cells walls were painted pink, I felt like I was trapped in one of London Carter’s wet dreams.

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘Pink? I guess the chief is a fan of London Carter’

I smiled as the dick rammed me head first into the steel bars. Guess I struck a nerve. He leaned in real close. I could feel his breath on my ear, and he whispered

..:: Cop ::..
“Give me a fucking reason, and I swear you’ll be leaving in a body bag! Shit happens around here that no one can explain. You’ll just become another tragic death, forgotten by the next big show”

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘It’s amazing how much someone’s ego increases just because they wear a golden badge’

The cell door opened, and the dick kicked the back of my knees causing me to fall to my knees. He pulled on my cuffs like I was a fucking dog. He loved it; I was remembering his badge number.

He tossed me into the cell and slammed the door closed. The he took post; he unfolded a chair and sat right across my cell. I pulled myself up off the floor and walked toward the bars of my cell.

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘Ever hear of the Smith Crime family?’

..:: Cop ::..
“They run the west coast kid, I don’t care who you claim to know. They can’t so shit out here.’

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘Last time I was arrested, it caused a war. A war that claimed the life of Anna Stone’

..:: Cop ::..
“Great, you know how to read a newspaper, guess there starting to teach you retarted wrestlers how to read..”

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘My mother is Jada Smith’

His face changed a shade of color. I named drop my mother and he wasn’t expecting it from me. He quickly regained his composure and shook it off

..:: Cop ::..
“And I’m Eric Estrada from CHIPS”

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘Really? That’s the best you came up with?’

..:: Cop ::..
“Last fucking warning, shut the fuck up before I make you choke on my baton!”

I smiled and sat on the steel bunk. The last thing I wanted to do was turn this night in jail into London’s favorite porno. A few second later the broad who took my mug shot came strolling down the holding cells hall. She stopped next to the dick with the badge, and hit him on the shoulder

..:: Female Cop ::..
“Guess who just got off the phone with the detective handling the drug case?”

He shot me a look, and I had a feeling he already had an idea who it was. But she didn’t give him a chance to answer

..:: Female Cop ::..
“Jada FUCKING Smith! The princess of the Smith syndicate outta Vegas”

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘Told you so, Estrada’

I started whistling the theme song of Chips. The female cop had a dumb look on her face; she was trying to figure out why I just called him Estrada when his name was Kevin. The dick sat there with a fearful look on his face.

..:: Female Cop ::..
“You alright Kevin?”

He shook it off and tried to play it cool. I sat back and enjoyed the show

..:: Cop ::..
“Huh … Yeah … Anyone know why she’s heading this way?”

..:: Female Cop ::..
“You didn’t get the memo?”

..:: Cop ::..
“I’ve been dealing with this piece of shit for the last few hours.”

..:: Female Cop ::..
“That piece of shit is the son of Jada Smith. Kevin, you’re guarding the grandson of the Smith family! “

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘I’m his favorite grandson. He considers me as his son. I look up to him like a father. He raised me and thought me everything.”

The dick looked like he just shit himself; he was instantly regretting even meeting me today. It was the most hilarious looks I’ve ever seen. He was looking straight at me, with an apologic look on his face

..:: Female Cop ::..
“Kevin! You sure you’re all right?”

He tried to regain his composer; he was doing a horrible job

..:: Cop ::..
“I’m fine … I guess I gotta keep a closer watch on the golden child.”

..:: Female Cop ::..
“I don’t envy you. The slightest mistake and it’ll be your ass! These guys don’t play. Tomorrow none of the charges are going to stand. They’ll use the tiniest nugget of information and poof never happened. But doesn’t mean a police brutally charge can’t be born. If you even cough on the kid, and he reports it … You’re careers in the toilet. You’ll lose everything.”

It was like she was twisting how much he just fucked himself, every word hit the dick like a ton of bricks.

..:: Female Cop ::..
“Anyways, thought I share the news. I gotta get ready to ride my route. I’ll see you later tonight at sift change”

She continued to walk down the hall way, reality was bitch slapping the dick cop.

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘And just as quickly as the ego was at its peek, it comes crashing down.’

I kick my feet up on the bunk and lay down. He didn’t reply.

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘Enjoy the rest of the night, tomorrow your career is over.’

He still didn’t say a word

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘Cheer up, you’re about to be tomorrow’s headline. The media loves a dirty cop story; they eat that shit right up!’

He ran his hands down his face and a faint and defeating whisper came out of his mouth

..:: Cop ::..
“I’m …. Sorry …”

I was treated like fucking royalty for the rest of the night. Dickhead didn’t say another word. As the hours passed by he started to panic. When he wasn’t rocking himself on the steel chair, he was pacing up and down the hall way.

There were more then a few times I thought the kid was going to kill himself

I loved every minute of it

My mother was there first thing in the morning, by 9am the dickhead was getting the page over his walkie talkie. I was free to go, the arrest was a mistake. He slowly got up from his chair and walked over to the pink cell. He slides the key into the lock and he took a second to savor the last moment of his career before opening the cell.

He removed the cuffs from my hands as we made our way to the front of the precinct. Hostyle Jones was already released and standing behind my mother. She looked confident and powerful. She made her way directly towards me as I walked through the door.

..:: Jada Smith ::..
“Everything’s been taken care of”

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘Mom, be sure to pass the good word to the chief about Officer Kevin over here.’

Jada shot the dick a look, and I could have sworn he was going to piss himself. The female cop handed me my personal belongings, and we all made our way out of the police station. Standing on the steps, the cold air wrapped us up.

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘Told you we had nothing to worry about.’

..:: Hostyle Jones ::..
“I never doubted you homie”

Hostyle stretch before pulling his jacket close

..:: Hostyle Jones ::..
“Fuckers made me sit up the entire night, just because I kept telling them to fuck off.”

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘Seen there faces as we walked right out of there…’

..:: Hostyle Jones ::..
“Priceless …”

We both laugh as we start walking towards my mother’s limo…

..:: Hostyle Jones ::..
“I don’t know about you, but I need a fucking dutch!”

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘You read my mind mang.’

My mother placed her hand on my shoulder; I stop and turned around to look at my mother. It was clear she wouldn’t talk about things….

In private …

..:: Hostyle Jones ::..
“I’m going to go make some calls in the Limo …”

He points at the limo

..:: Hostyle Jones ::..
“It’s way over there”

He was busting my balls, but he was gonna give me and my mother some time to air our shit. Hostyle keeps walking towards the limo. Me and my mother walk down to the side walk and be turned left. We head for the small line of shops that littered Main Street.

..:: Jada Smith ::..
“We need to talk”

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘Sure do’

..:: Jada Smith ::..
“I wanted to tell you … I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘How fucked up is this family?’

..:: Jada Smith ::..
“We’re beyond fucked up.”

I smiled at her smart ass reply. We stopped at a cart selling hot coffee, and I ordered two of there hottest drinks. It was freezing outside. We grabbed the cups and continued to walk

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘Why even make it a fucking secret?’

..:: Jada Smith ::..
“I wanted to tell you Robbie, but then everything between Nick and Johnny happened … I couldn’t throw you in the middle of that shit storm. You’re entire life woulda been turned upside down. Just like it was as soon as you discovered all of this.”

I took a sip of my coffee

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘You should have just told me! It’s a real shady move hiding something like this.’

We stopped and she faced me

..:: Jada Hart ::..
“You don’t think I feel like shit about this? When you didn’t call … I figured I lost you, and I regretted all of this.”

She was sincere and I wasn’t sure what my next move was going to be.

..:: Jada Smith ::..
“When I had them … I was young. There was no way I could afford the both of them. I was just figuring out my career. So I made a bold choice and sent Nick to the Orphanage.”

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘What are you talking about ‘both of them’?

..:: Jada Hart ::..
“This story is a lot more complicated then you think”

We both took another sip of our coffee before heading back towards the limo.

..:: Jada Hart ::..
“You weren’t the first to be raised by my parents. We’ll leave it at that. This conversation is for another day. I just wanted to apologize to you about all of this. I never meant to hurt you, or turn you’re world upside down”

I had no idea what she was rambling about, but I was sure it was just another thing that is going to piss on my parade. I had an idea what it might be, and if I’m right this could be even bigger then finding out Nick was my brother

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘It’s no longer a secret, its official … Now we deal with it, and we accept it. I always thought of Nick as a brother, nothing has changed for me. You’re still my mother.’

..:: Jada Smith ::..
“I’m happy to hear you say that.”

I throw my arm around her shoulder as we approach the limo. I open the door, and as she goes to get in, I ask her a question

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘How long has Nick known?’

..:: Jada Hart ::..
“I’m not going to lie to you, he’s known for a while.”

She entered the limo, and I was really confused. You think he would have told me about something this big. I knew he had his reasons. I also knew it wouldn’t be long until I get those answers.

I was going to talk to Nick Ridicule

I’m ready to get the final answers to this secret.

I enter the limo and roll down the driver’s window.

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘We’re heading to the airport’

..:: Hostyle Jones ::..
“Off to PRIDE”

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘We got a tournament to win’

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♥ Mother and Son ♥
♥ ROBBIE HART’S EDITION ♥
♥ The Shoot ♥
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We all know Hardcore Psycho path has been in many different promotions in the last 15 years. He’s been passed around more times then a bitch in a gang-rape prono! It took you 15 years to get notice. I’ve been doing this for two years and I’m already a household name! I’ve accomplished more in my time then you have in your entire career! After everything you claimed to have done in this game, and the people only remember you as the Freedom champion!

Yet I’m not that good?

Maybe next time do your homework, Psycho before you go off on a ramble. Thanks for the sad trip down memory lane mang, but no one cares about a trailer park couple who was murdered in front of there retarted son. You life sounds like a fucking rerun of Dexter! Talk about being un-original!

I bet you got your entire bio from that sitcom

You call yourself a wrestler, when you’re nothing more then a hardcore sideshow act. Face it mang, you’re nothing more then a walking gimmick. From you’re name to the kendo stick, it’s all in act. The people don’t tune in to see if you’ll win, there more interested in seeing if your next bump will be your last!

You think you’re a bad ass, but you’re really nothing more then a punching bag

Pure McClure wants to call me a drug dealer? Really that’s all you got? Check it here Pure, I rather be a degenerate then a washed up Rugby player. You were a pro in a sport no one gives a fuck about, and now you think you can play wrestler? I bet you pissed yourself hearing the crowed chant ‘“OI! OI! OI!”

You’re a fucking rookie!

I hope we meet at some point, so I can prove your place in the NLWF. You really think you’re hardcore? I’m about to show you that you’re not. You matter as much as Psycho does to this company. Only difference is you’re riding his shadow. You’re nothing more then Psycho’s sidekick. But you’re used to being not noticed, you played Rugby! How can you claim stake to a ring, when you don’t even matter. What gives you the right to say ‘This is My ring?’ What have you really done to earn that right? I’ve only been in this game for two years and hearing you say that is an absolute insult! You got a lot to prove before you can make that claim. You got some very high hopes mang, I’ll give you that.

I can’t wait to knock you back into reality.

You’re short lived spotlight is about to be turned off. In a few months you’ll matter as much to this company as Swan Lee. You remind me of Dan Alexander, he like you Pure was filled with piss and vinegar then he met me. His career is a descent memory. Last I heard he was performing gigs as a Mexican donkey fucker.

I see you violating a Kangeroo in the near future

There’s only been one decent Aussie to ever play the game, and even Shadow Demon was a straight clown!

Blood, can I ask you a question … Why the hell are you even speaking? You talk like you’re the one competing in this tournament. You’re nothing more then a glorified mascot, Blood! Looks folks, Betterman and Adamson got themselves a seven foot cheerleader! How bad do you have to suck, that Silva couldn’t find you a partner?

You can’t stop talking know, no one gives a shit about the background dancer!

With all these Aussie’s in this tournament, I may just call immigration and have you all deported! Yea, I said that. I took it that far. For a lot of people this tournament is there big break! There saying anything, trying not to fuck this shot up. To bad there destined to go no where. Just like Max Adamson is destined to keep his position of show opener

Look on the bright side; at least you’re not the mascort.

James Betterman, talk about being nothing more then a comedian. James, I think it’s really funny that you are so convinced that you’ll win this tournament. Just give up and kill yourself mang. I guarantee you that it won’t happen. You can do any and everything to try and get your team a victory. You won’t get it. And this time you don’t have a loop pole to make you look good! Mark my words, you pathetic ingrate. You won’t be able to squeeze out this tournament. You’ll beg, moan, whine, and cry for another shot, saying that this time will be different, and that you should be where I am now…

blah blah blah blah blah

Your act is already tired

If you make it face me and Hostyle, you’ll start the road to Warrior Games sporting a black eye, and yet another loss! I absolutely can’t wait to prove all your big talk wrong. Do me a favor Betterman, once you get bounced from the tournament, watch in awe and S.I.N we’ll teach you how to completely dominate a tournament!

I saw Eric Steel tossed a promo out there. Don’t ask me what it was about, I couldn’t pay attention. The more I watched it, the more I saw Tails 2.0! Not only is he a splitting imaging of the kid, but he also sucks at cutting a promo like em! Johnny Stylez even gonna carry him through a tournament. It’s like its 1997 all over again!

Eric is prime example why not everyone from the Insurgency should make the jump over!

I guess I should take London Carter seriously, but he’s competing in a tag-team tournament without a partner. Damien Young is nothing more then dead weight! I was looking forward to this opening round. At least I was before this became a handicap match! I bet you wish you didn’t jump the gun by teaming up with Young. You woulda have been better to team up with SBK.

I hear he’s in the Mafia fan club

My advice to you is to quit while you are ahead, but let’s face it London. You’re not ahead. You never will be. You talk a big game, but you’re the only member of the Mafia kliq that didn’t win at Ultimate Glory. King and Brook were celebrating, while you were off soaking in a corner. You got a lot of confidence after getting your ass kicked, but who have you really beat? You won the Freedom championship, and lost it in your first major defense!

You’re reign lasted a blink of an eye!

Even if Damien does show up, He’ll be as useless! Me and Hostyle will go so harder on the kid then Obama’s gun control policy. See what I did there? I bet that metaphor of gun control went right over ‘the guns’ head! Like I said Useless! Damien Young played the role of hero at Ultimate Glory.

No one’s coming to save you two at PRIDE!

Not even a Carmine Screw-Job could save you two from an early exit!

There’s a million dollar bounty on my head

and none of you look motivated to cash it in!

If there was any doubt about what team will walk out with the tag-team titles.

I just put them all to bed.

It’s about time we add a little SIN

To the Anarchy era…