ACT ONE: WRESTLING WITH OUT HART

♥ CELEBRATORY DRINK ♥
♥ CALM BEFORE THE HEART BREAK ♥

JESSICA ORTIZ
“Holy shit! What was that?”

A loud, insistent banging noise booms around the lower regions of Chateau du Hart waking Jes from her slumber. Jumping to an upright position, she quickly draws back the purple duvet and plants both of her feet on the newly fitted cold wooden floor. The chilly sensation forces a slight cringe from her, but her first thought is for that of the peaceful child that lies with his eyes screwed up in the bedside cot. Her second thought is one directed towards her boyfriend’s side of the bed; there, it lies, frosty and untouched.

The clock reads 2:23am

JESSICA ORTIZ
“Of all the nights, he had to pick this one to go out”

She worried secretly, hoping that her instincts warning of an intruder were wrong.

It couldn’t be.

It just couldn’t.

Jes reaches for the large, wooden bat that props itself up again the bedroom door. The blunt instrument seems to glare back at her with a dejected look of fear.

Tip-toeing down the long corridor at the top of the stairs, Jes gazes on at the ever immovable mahogany door that guards Hart’s humble abode. A flurry of flashing lights pierce the stain glass window from the outside and are accompanied by an ominous banging on the door itself.

Jessica gulps, raises the bat to head height and turns the handle.

POLICE OFFICER
“Sorry to disturb you at this time of night, Miss”

Began a middle aged police officer sporting a flaky moustache and a pale complexion. Throwing out a left arm and pointing to a familiar figure that lay crawling towards the door on all fours, he continued.

POLICE OFFICER
“We found rolling around on the floor of a bar down town with an empty bottle of Jack Daniels around twenty minutes ago. The bar staff didn’t want to cause a scene and all, most of them being wrestling fans, but they couldn’t just leave him there.”

♥ FRANK HART ♥
“My name is TAILS 'the epic fail' and I want to be a pirate!”

Frank collapsed face first as his chin smacked against the concrete ground beneath like an untimely aeroplane crash. A drunken aeroplane crash. Strands of hardened vomit clung to his blazer, littering the once proud garment with what looked like carrot debris and the remains of his steak sandwich lunch. A distinguished shade of cigarette-smoke yellow drew a veil over his face and offered no apologies to Jessica’s relentless glare of annoyance.

JESSICA ORTIZ
“Thank you officer. I’ll take it from here”

She said, fabricating some sort of pleasant tone. The rage within was starting to brood though. She knew there would be hell to pay when mahogany door had shut for a final time.

He knew too.

♥ FRANK HART ♥
“Don’t leave me with her, officer! I’m entitled to a little drink! I just won my comeback match! FRANK HART IS BACK BABY!!!”

Cried out Frank, grasping at the policeman’s leg dramatically.

♥ FRANK HART ♥
“Look at her! I’ve seen that glare before. She’s going to beat me once you leave! Don’t go without me! ”

A strange moment of silence followed. The three parties exchanged bewildered glances at each other.

Hiccup.

A fiery inferno captured Jes’ eyes as her blabbering boyfriend’s lies finally sank in. The fearful red mist that all men dread rose like a crimson tidal wave and crashed about inside of her, boiling her blood and washing her insides out with an evil desire to inflict pain on another human being.

♥ FRANK HART ♥
“You see that look? Do you see it? She’s a man beater!”

The officer tugged his leg free and crumpled his moustache up like a concertina as he directed a frown in Frank's direction. In the same instant, yet another surge of vomit exploded from the drunkard’s mouth, dousing Jessica's naked feet in a boggy bath of unpleasantness.

POLICE OFFICER
“I’ll leave you to it, Mrs. Hart”

Said the officer, tipping his hat and walking away from the happy couple.

JESSICA ORTIZ
“I’m not Mrs. Hart yet! And if this sort of thing continues, I never will be!”

A cold breeze ushered its way past Frank's nose and forced him to gaze upward at the devilish sight of a woman well and truly scorned. A deep sense of desperation transfixed the drunkard as he knew that the only chance humour was the only chance he had of making it through this episode alive.

♥ FRANK HART ♥
“So, honey, Why don’t we go inside and you can give me one of those great back massages again?”

JESSICA ORTIZ
“Sure”

She said, grinning through her teeth rather sadistically.

JESSICA ORTIZ
“Let’s go inside.”

Grabbing at the slumped individual’s neck, Jes unceremoniously dragged him inside much to his discomfort. Faint whimpers of protestation faded in the night air as one almighty noise conquered all…

BABY HART
“Whaaaa-”

JESSICA ORTIZ
“Now you’ve done it!”

Exclaimed Jes, slapping Frank with a rigid right hand across the temple.

JESSICA ORTIZ
“You’ve woke the baby up! Great!”

Surprisingly, Frank continued to beam up at his mistress with a strange sort of spaced out grin etched across his face. After all, despite running the risk of pissing off Jes, waking up little Cesar and stressing out the local police force, Frank's career was back in full swing

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♥ ACT ONE: WRESTLING WITH OUT HART ♥
♥ NOTHING LEFT TO LOSE ♥
♥ Everything is crumbling around me ♥

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I stumbled my way to the computer, it wasn't everyday I was in the mood to send out a tweet or to update my facebook page. To be honest, I'm a noob at all these social networking sites. Hell I barley understood how to work my computer. Jessica was beyound mad at me, but she also expected it.

She was the one who told me to go out and enjoy myself, and I did just that

I had a feeling she was hiding something under all that anger, we've been togther for almost 10 years. I knew when there is something on her mind. In fact, I saw it in her eyes. It was the same distant look I got from her in the early days or are relationship

CRASH

I stumbled straight into the chair, prying to god Jessica didn't charge at me with that bat she carried around. After a few moments, I figured I dodge a bullet of her full blown aggerssion. I looked up the screen, the 'Boston Bruin's' Logo was like a shinning light in the dark.

The sight of my wallpaper always seemed to bring a smile out

The mouse moved, following my direction and it rested on the google chrome logo, what can I say I was never a fan of firefox or explorer.

A few seconds pass by and I was looking at an error screen. It wasn't out of the blue to have to click the 'restore' button, like I said I was never one for computers and never really took the time to invist in one that worked without a hitch or two. With out even thinking I restored the last session and quickly found my head bopping to 'Latin Hits' on pandora a favorite of Jessica.

The tab next to it was Facebook, which I found to more then convenant. But before I could read the mindless status from all my fans and friends, I decided to change the Pandora station. There's nothing like Frank Sinatra after a night out with the boys.

'When I was 17' supported the soundtrack, then I switched tabs and went to drunk status everyone I knew was still up at this time of night, what I wasn't expecting was Jessica to be signed in. What I really wasn't expecting was the words that were looking back at me:

Quote :

'Hey im glad you found me on fb and im glad we talked it brought up a lot of old feelings. shawn i never stopped loving you i still love you and always well. im glad ur still talking to me even after finding out about the possiblity of my 9 year old son being yours. but i have to sign off John's coming hom and he cant find out alex or about us.

i love you shawn i mean that'

Words couldn't even explain what I was feeling at that very moment. I wanted anwseres and I wanted Jessica's head on my wall. My heart was just ripped out of my chest and put on display for the whole world to see. But I also understood I was way to hammered to handle any of this.

I drunk walked myself into the kitchen, where Jessica was washing the remaning dishes. Walking up from behind her the only thing I could picture was wrapping my hands around her neck and chocking the life out of her.

The thought alone brought an evil grin to my face

Rage was put aside and I tapped her on the back, she turned giving me one of her 'Go Fuck yourself' looks.

♥ FRANK HART ♥
'Can you come with me, I have something to fucking show you'

She went to speak, but I tossed my hand over her mouth. There wasn't anything I wanted to hear from her at this moment. I lead the way into the office and pointed to the messasge she sent. The message that had me feeling like I just suffered a hart-attack

Her words were looking back at her, the look on her face explained everything I needed to know

JESSICA ORTIZ
Why are you going through my shit?

That was her defense?

♥ FRANK HART ♥
'I didn't, chrome lead me to your messages'

She didn't mutter another word, tears begun to build up in her eyes but for the first time in almost 10 years they didn't fall. My rage reached the point of no control and I knew I had to get out and get out fast. I stormed into the bedroom, the drunk feeling replaced with pure adrenaline.

My cell was the closes thing I could see from my own water works

I picked it up and dailed the only number I remebered

♥ FRANK HART ♥
I gotta come over ... I have to get the fuck outta here NOW!

TAILS
Dude Just come ...

♥ FRANK HART ♥
I cant believe what she just did!

TAILS
Just get over here!

I threw the phone at the sight of Jes standing there and stormed out of my house

For the first time in my life I was Hart-Less

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♥ ACT ONE: WRESTLING WITH OUT HART ♥
♥ THE SHOOT ♥

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This is going to be the hardest match in my life and it has nothing to do with Dan Alexander. I'm sure Dan's filling you with every tib bit about my history, I'm sure he went out and bought my entire collection of 'Hart's Legacy' on blu-Ray, it's what Dan does. But I'm not taking anything away from Dan. He reserected his career against Carmine Vestieri last week, he pulled the whool over everyone's face and upsetted the world.

But who are we kidding here, Carmine isn't a wrestler, for fuck sakes the majority of his pro career he sat behind a fucking desk

Carmine won a world championship in a promotion that closed 4 weeks later. The only legacy Carmine has is opening the doors to NLWF. Even with that being said, I was impressed with Dan last week. Really there couldn't be a better match to prepare for my rematch with Chuck Matthews at FTA.

But I have questions of my own that I have to prove to myself. Can I forget about my personal life and enter Battle Grounds thinking nothing but picking up the win, or we'll I become the Tiger Woods of pro-wrestling? I would be lying if I say I'm going out there with a less then a heavy heart. And Dan if you proved anything last week, it's gonna take my full attention to beat you

I just hope I can give it to you

Maybe I have lost a step, and maybe I'm ripe for the pickings right now, in this moment. If it's true, we're not going to have to wait very long to find out. Because if I can't beat Dan Alexander, them I'm definitely not ready for Chuck Matthews

Like I said I saw Dan work Carmine last week and I have to admit, I was surprised. Not by Dan's ability, he's always been one hell of a talented wrestler, but by his ability in the face of his current health and well-being. In a way, I almost wish that this match had gone down 3 years ago, like it was supposed to, but then again, there are opportunities here... and no. I'm not referring to the NLWF's long and continuing history of booking me against title-holders in non-title matches.

See, Dan, here's the thing. I've long said that every night is the Main Event, every night is a World Championship match for me. Not simply because that's the attitude that I have every time I step through those ropes, but because when you've built the legacy, no pun intended, that I've built in this business, no one comes to you with anything less than their A-Game. People don't talk about beating Frank Hart, they talk about ending Frank Hart. Killing Frank Hart. Putting me on the shelf. I'm the big buck, the trophy everyone wants hanging above their mantle. So, for that reason, there are no off nights when you're me. No cakewalks.

No phoning it in.

But you're different, aren't you, Dan? I mean, nobody's even really sure if you're capable of bringing your A-Game anymore. You're here, now, Big win in hand, possibly at the peak of your career, and yet nobody is even sure if you're gonna make it to the arena for your next event, and no one would be the least bit surprised if you didn't

You are the IWF's 'Loose Cannon', Dan. And normally, I'd pounce of the fact that in all the years, all of the guys who came at me at their absolute best... in the best shape, the most prepared, the most psyched up for a fight... and almost all of them failed to beat me, so how can you even have a prayer?

But maybe your timing is just right, Dano

Maybe, you're at the right place, at the right time, if all the talk is true.

So, let's see, shall we. Because the one thing that did impress me the most, Dan, about your fight and victory last week was your ability to take a beating and come back. Something I know a thing or two about myself. See, I've made a career out of beating the odds, out of coming back from beatings that would have ended many careers. I spent ten years in Japan, The Decade Of Self-Destruction they call it, wrestling in the most hardcore matches ever seen... but when I came home, I made an effort to put that side of myself behind me. I wanted to prove that I could compete on every level, and I did. I proved myself one of the best technical wrestlers in this business, I won multiple World Championships, and I was part of the greatest fued's in this game's history

So maybe, Dan just maybe the timing is right for both of us. You're getting a match against a man you'd love to destroy, and I'm getting a fight against a durable if somewhat unstable competitor who just might be game to take things to the next level.

All I ask from you is that we throw the rules out the window for this one. Straight up, anything-goes. Battle Grounds proved last week that they're itching for a riot, so let's give them one. Extreme Rules. In return, I'll give you exactly what you want... not only the opportunity to destroy me in that ring, but a chance to make it stick. I'll give you an opportunity to make this the single biggest night of your career.

You pin me or make me submit, Dan, in an Extreme Rules Match this week, and I'll hang them up. Permanently.

So. You in?