Misunderstanding

Misunderstanding
New York, NY
6/8/12

How can a man recover from being defeated? How can one look at himself in the mirror and be the same? Is it possible? Men have been dominant throughout history and rarely fail. The men that do fail… are killed. They are thrown to the side and left to rot for the end of eternity. Recovering from defeat is ultimately the choice of life and death.

I’m not ready to die.

My life with Vanessa needs to live

...

I was on my way to Sparks’s steakhouse in New York City. The place was made famous after John Gotti had Paul Castellano killed right outside its doors. The place was still a hot spot for made guys. I remember as a kid my father would take me here when ever he was working in the city. The joint had a special place in my heart, and I hoped to add another memory tonight

I just left Vanessa’s hotel room, after going there and spilling out my heart and soul to her. Apologizing wasn’t something I made a habit of doing, but it was clear it was the only way I was gonna get her back in my life.

She was the one the recommended us to go out tonight, and the only place I could think of to bring her was Sparks. Stepping out of the limo, I took one last look at myself. I was dressed better then the Dapper don himself.

Making my way out of the limo and into the front doors of Sparks, I looked around and got slapped with a taste of nostalgia. The place looked like it hasn’t changed in years. The tables still had the white clothes covering them; four empty wines glasses filled every table, the walls still had the dark panels, etched glass, old-fashioned chandeliers with red glass. I pulled out my Iphone and gave Vanessa a quick text; the last thing I wanted to do was call her and risk the chance of interrupting her preparation for the special night.

Quote :

Robbie Hart
‘I’m already here Love, I’m going to get our table see you when you get here’

I slid my phone back into my suit, and made my way up to the maitre d'

..:: The Maitre d’ ::..
“Hello Sir, how are you tonight? Do you have a reservation?”

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘Yes, it’s under Hart … For two’

He opens the reservation book and checks the list, takes him a few seconds before he looks back up

..:: The Maitre d’ ::..
“Ah yes, our VIP table. Right this way Mr. Hart.”

He led the way to the table that was in a corner the back of the restaurant, almost private but still very much apart of the whole scene that was Sparks. Walking through the place, I was instantly brought back to my childhood. Memories took over my mind as I look around.

The Maitre d’ stopped at the table and placed two menus down

..:: The Maitre d’ ::..
“You table Mr. Hart, a waiter well be right with you.”

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘Many thanks.’

I slip him a healthy tip, as he gave me a nod and went back to his post in the front of the restaurant. I took my seat, and took a quick look at the menu. I had no plans to order until Vanessa got here, but it didn’t mean I couldn’t take a look at the wine collection Sparks had to offer

..:: Waiter ::..
“Hello sir, welcome to the world famous Sparks Steakhouse. My name is Crystal and I’ll be your waitress for the night. Can I get you something to drink? We have a wide variety of house wines.”

Taking a look up from the menu, I was almost blown away. The waitress was drop dead beautiful. I smirked to myself, I couldn’t help but think about Hostyle Jones hanging out with rabid midgets and here I was dinning with beauty.

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘I would love to start with a glass of Vosne Romanee Domaine.’

I flashed my most charming smile, and to much of my surprise she returned the smile.

..:: Crystal the Waitress ::..
“That’s a fine choice, I’ll be right back with your wine”

Would it be considered cheating if I caught a look at her ass while she walked off? Fuck it; my eyes were glued on her perfection. I was always a believer looking didn’t count as cheating. My pocket starting to vibrate and if I was a member of the opposite sex, I might have let it keep vibrating.

Taking out my phone, I caught a glimpse of the caller id; a picture of Vanessa filled the screen. I took a look at my Rolex and hoped she was calling to tell me she was here. She was already a half hour late.

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘Vanessa, I hope you don’t mind but I already went ahead and ordered a glass of wine’

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“I’m almost there babe, I have a surprise for you.”

I wasn’t aware we were brining gifts?

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘You didn’t have to get me anything, You know how I feel about surprises’

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“I know, but trust me this is a surprise you will never forget”

My mind starting racing, I was thinking about the possibilities of just what the surprise could have been. I was drawing up nothing but blanks. I had everything I could ask for.

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘I can’t wait to see what it is’

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

I looked up at the waitress who was pouring my wine into my empty glass.

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘Can’t wait to see you’

Pressing the end call button, I looked up at the waitress and flashed her another smile

..:: Crystal the Waitress ::..
“Are you ready to order?”

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘My guest will be here in a few minutes’

She takes a look at the other menu placed in front of the empty seat, and a look of disappointment and understanding dons her face.

..:: Crystal the Waitress ::..
“Just call me when she gets here. Enjoy the wine”

I took a large sip from the Wine glass to much of her delight. She flashed another smile before walking off. The restaurant was buzzing with nothing but small dinner chat, until there was a large commotion coming from the Maitre d’ area. From where my table was it was a little hard to see what was going on, but I didn’t really care about what was going on. I was just looking forward to patching everything up with Vanessa and moving on from all this drama.

Guest sitting around me started to take a look at what was going on out front. The noise started to get closer, until the Maitre d’ approached me.

..:: The Maitre d’ ::..
“Excuse me Mr. Hart, there seems to be a little issue.”

What the fuck was this guy talking about? I haven’t even ordered and this guys telling me there’s an issue?

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘What do you mean an Issue?’

Just as the words escaped from my mouth, two of New York’s finest came up from behind the Maitre d’. I gotta admit, my ego thought they wanted a photo and a autograph for there kids. Until one of the cops reached for his hand cuffs.

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘No need to reach for the steel bracelets mang’

His partner walked behind me and put his arm on my shoulder while trying to force me up off my seat. I have no idea what the fuck is going on, so I cocked back and drove my elbow into the side of the head of the cop.

Guess he didn’t to kindly to that move, because before I could even blink both of the cops had my faced pressed down on the table. All the eyes that were in the restaurant were now on me. Even the good looking waitress Crystal was stunned to see the two cops holding me down as they slap the cuffs on me. All I could think about was Vanessa, she was on her way here and I was being haled off in handcuffs.

What a great way to start are new relationship

..:: The Maitre d’ ::..
“Can you officers please take this outside, your disturbing everyone’s dinner”

I smirked at the Maitre d

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘Who doesn’t like dinner and a show?’

The cop I elbowed drove his forearm right to the back of my head for the smart-ass comment. I gave the cop a mean look, as they pulled me off the table.

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘You guys wanna tell me what this is all about, your kinda fucking up my date night’

..:: Cop ::..
“Robert Hart Caloni you are under arrest for assaulting Vanessa Rocsi.”

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘The fuck I did! There’s gotta be some sort of misunderstanding! I’m meeting her here, she should be here any fucking minute.’

..:: Cop ::..
“The only person your meeting is the judge”

They escorted me through the restaurant, it seemed like everyone’s eyes were glued on me, I even spotted TMZ reporters already capturing photos of my arrest. I wasn’t worried, I was sure this was one big mistake.

..:: Cop ::..
“You have the right to remain silent”

He went through my rights, I wasn’t paying attention. I was to busy picturing there faces when Vanessa walked into the Precinct to clear all this up. We walked through the front doors of Sparks and there were even more paparazzi snapping shots of me in handcuffs. I put on a smug smirk for all there photos, but that smirk was quickly removed when I spotted Vanessa crying giving her story to another officer.

I was quickly starting to feel like I was set up

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘Vanessa! Tell them this is all one big fucking mistake!’

The cop gave her a tissue as I heard the fatal words escape her mouth

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“That’s him … That’s Robbie, he’s the one who did this to me.”

She showed the cop one of her bruises she suffered from Battle Grounds. I was dumbfounded at the whole fucking thing. Then I heard the fatal words come out of her mouth…

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“I wanna press charges against him!”

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘You lying fucking bitch!’

I guess the cop didn’t like my choice of words for Vanessa as he smashed my head against the car, while he opened the back door and threw me inside.

Taking another look at Vanessa who was still donning her fake tears

I quickly realized this misunderstanding was a fucking set up Vanessa had planned from the moment I left her hotel room. I felt like a fucking dumbass for falling for it. I quickly realized I was gonna need the best legal team New York had to offer.

I was about to be fighting for my freedom

♥ - - - ♥ - - - ♥ - - - ♥
♥ Ragnarok ♥
♥ ROBBIE HART’S EDITION ♥
♥ The Shoot ♥
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Would someone please tell Hostyle to remove the straw from his nose, he’s starting to lose his grip with reality. How the fuck is this kid gonna call me a carbon copy of every other wrestler to ever walk through the insurgency’s door when he’s one bender away from joining Aaron O’Shea (google it) on the OD list?!

This is supposed to be a championship defense, but I feel like I’m staging an invitation

I know that as you're watching this right now, you're screaming that you pinned me at the screen. But seriously, Hostyle, each and every time you open your cock-holster about having a 'win' over me, I want you to remember two things lucidly. One, it was a tag team match, so technically, your team got a win over my team. Secondly, who did you pin?

Yeah, go fuck yourself

Luck has played an abnormally large role in any success you've attained in this business. You should also keep in mind that you're going to be in the ring, against the best you'll ever face, with a championship I’ve defended every single time it was put on the line. Do you really believe you have anything close to what it will take to keep me from attaining my goal to be labeled as the greatest High Impact Champion this promotion has ever seen? If the answer is anything other than a resounding 'No', you're either bat-shit or kidding the fuck out of yourself. You've only ever done things that matter when the spotlight was thrust on you at the last minute, or you had an opponent that didn't have his head in the game.

You won't be saying any such fucking thing after I goon YOUR ass at Ragnarok, motherfucker. And here I've been these past several minutes, talking you down, and I know you so well. I know you're sitting there watching this, and planning what you're going to say in response. You're likely thinking you have a perfect counter for most of what I've said, and you're likely chomping at the bit -and no, I don't mean Muffin’s mini cock. Ha!- to say what's buzzing around in your head. And that's all well and good. Cutting promos is part of our job. But, what I want to know, jackass, is what you're going to DO about it? What are you going to fucking DO about what I've said? Get your nut-stained ass in front of a camera and TALK about it? You going to reveal the worst-kept secret in this business that I talk too much, that I tell sophomoric dick jokes, and drops F-bombs like you drop your drawers at the slightest hint from Muffin’s that she's in the mood?

Seriously, Hostyle....what'cha gonna DO? Once that bell rings, and you're faced with either putting down the most unstoppable motherfucker to ever set foot in a ring or leaving without the High Impact Title? You gonna let the fact that I'm telling you right now that you don't have a chance of defeating me make you lay down and take what's coming like a good little mid-carder? Or are you gonna make me prove it? Are you gonna make me put the work in that any REAL champion would? Are you going to crumble before my words, before my innuendo? Or do you have a little Robbie Hart in you? Do you have it in you to make a motherfucker pin your dying body to take that strap?

Go ahead and tape up your fists, get them ready to mess my pretty face up. You ain't the first, and you won't be the last, but you will be the next to try and fail to make me anything other than what I am. Go ahead and give it your best shot Hostyle. Better have tried, and have failed. You'd like to believe you're something more than those others, something more than what you really are, but when it's all said and done, you're a hack of a wrestler and even less of a man. Bring your fists, bring your cameo’s. For fuck sacks Bring Jack Nickleson, lord knows you’ve been beating that horse every chance you can get to make your self relevant.

Hostyle, I just bitch slap you with nothing but originality … While you’ve done nothing but recycle everything you said week after week leading up to Ragnarok. So who’s the cookie cutter now mang?

Bring your fucking ass to Ragnarok thinking you have anything CLOSE to a chance of winning our match. Think you can take my title, in my ring, in my match, A hardcore Hart match. You're going back home to your son broken, Hostyle. You're going back home beaten, and you're going home the same way you'll arrive; a Useless Cunt, and a loser.

But hey at least you still got the Path to Valhalla Match to look forward to