HEARTLESS FOUR

♥ HEARTLESS FOUR ♥
♥ Getting Back Out There ♥

♥ Once you take a hit of this♥
♥ You won’t ever wanna quit♥
♥ You'll be so addicted♥
♥ Said I'll have you spinning round and round♥
♥ Crazy, making freaky sounds♥
♥ You won't want to come down♥
♥ And I'll have you seeing things and hallucinating♥
♥ Even walking funny because your legs are shaking ♥

I’ve never been too much into the club scene. All the lights shining in my face and the cloud of smoke that hovers in the air. People in here piss me off because they want to be the showoff. Girls act like sluts so they can get fucked and guys act like fags so they can get fucked. Everyone here, besides myself, looks the exact same. No one has a personality anymore. I can’t stand people like that.

So why the fuck am I at a club?

Gabrielle returns to where we are sitting with a drink resting in her pretty little hand. She coughs and wipes her nose and sits down next to me. She rubs her hand along my thigh and moves her hand towards my crotch. Her eyes appear to be large and she takes another drink from her glass. I look at everyone dancing on the floor through my Margiela L'Incognito shades and Gabrielle starts to kiss on my neck. The smell of alcohol whiffs across my nose and Gabrielle giggles in my ear.

♥ FRANK HART ♥
“You’re excited tonight”

I say right at her and she giggles some more. She sniffs in loudly and wipes her nose again.

GABRIELLE
“I’m happy to be with you. I really want you”

She whispers into my ear before nibbling on it seductively. The blaring sounds of Usher’s ‘Love In This Club’ fill the club and people start to get up from their seats. Gabrielle gets up and puts her drink next to mine.

GABRIELLE
“Oh I love this song. You wanna dance?”

♥ FRANK HART ♥
“You go ahead. I’ll just watch you”

I say and she smiles and makes her way to the dance floor. Her tight fitted jeans and her loose top move to the beat of the song. I take a drink and watch other guys dancing on Gabrielle. I lean back and I see girls enter and exit the bathroom with the same look Gabrielle had. My eyes squint in suspicion of everything but I don’t really need to be bothered with it right now. I’m here to have a good time, I suppose, and I focus my attention back to the dance floor and see men grabbing on Gabrielle. Things like this shouldn’t infuriate me but something inside me burns. I lean forward and watch as another guy comes up to Gabrielle and starts to grab her thighs. The other guy moves his hands up her back and around to her chest and she looks very uncomfortable. She laughs and jokes with the guys as they continue to advance on her.

Something isn’t right.

I slide out of the booth and brush through the crowd of people. People are high and wasted and don’t even know what is going on. It seems like a bright light is shining on those three and the two guys start to fondle Gabrielle much more than before. I finally get to Gabrielle and I grab her hand and pull her away.

DRUNK JERSEY SHORE CAST OFF #1
“Hey, what are you doing?”

One of the guys says and looks towards me. I pull down my shades and look at him with silt eyes.

♥ FRANK HART ♥
“That’s enough touching of the female I associate with.”

DRUNK JERSEY SHORE CAST OFF #2
“We were just having fun.”

♥ FRANK HART ♥
“At the rate you were going”

I say and the other guy simply walks away.

♥ FRANK HART ♥
“The fun was going to turn into rape”

Gabrielle holds tight onto my hand and I just glare at the guy.

♥ FRANK HART ♥
“As I said before… enough touching of the female I associate with.”

GABRIELLE
“Thank you”

Gabrielle whispers to me as we walk back to our table. I look at my watch and see it’s about one in the morning.

♥ FRANK HART ♥
“Hey, we should get going”

I grab my drink from the table and finish it and grab Gabrielle’s purse. She lets go of my hand and holds her finger up to me. She walks in the direction of the bathroom, yet again, and I just stand idle as beautiful women pass me by. As far as I’m concerned I’m available so I shoot them a look back. They wave at me and I smile back and stare at their asses. I see Gabrielle coming back out of the corner of my eye and she’s rubbing her nose again and I hold my hand out to her.

GABRIELLE
“Let’s go back to my place”

She insists and I nod to her. We make our way out of the club and she squeezes my hand tighter than ever. I take my cigarettes out of my pocket and light one up. She asks for a hit and I pass it to her. This should be an interesting experience as I’ve never been to her place. At one in the morning I can only imagine what she wants to do. It should take my mind off of everything at least.

Yeah. That’s what it should do.

♥ I know you’re getting tired of the same ole thing♥
♥ Imma break the rules gonna change the game♥
♥ You'll be screaming my name♥
♥ And imma take you places you never seen♥
♥ You couldn’t picture this in your wildest dreams♥
♥ Don't fear you're here with me ♥

GABRIELLE
“Well here we are”

She opens the door to her apartment and a beautiful smell hits my face. Her apartment is colored cream and white with a cream colored sofa right when you walk into the apartment.

GABRIELLE
“Do you like it?”

♥ FRANK HART ♥
“Yeah it’s really nice”

I look around and see newspapers lying on the table. That’s a different touch, I suppose. I knew she was a high class secretary but I guess I underestimated what she had. She leads me into her bedroom and when we enter I see a stripper pole set up close to her bed. I walk over to it and touch it and a smile comes over my face.

♥ FRANK HART ♥
“You, um, like to put on shows for your men?”

GABRIELLE
“Yeah I guess. That’s mainly for practice though”

She mouths to me as she drops her purse on her dresser. I grab it with one hand and when she walks over to me she grabs above my hand.

♥ FRANK HART ♥
“Practice for?”

GABRIELLE
“I guess I should tell you now. Frank … I’m a stripper”

She says and I laugh.

♥ FRANK HART ♥
“Yeah, okay. You’re a stripper”

I say jokingly but I look back at her and she’s not laughing.

♥ FRANK HART ♥
“You’re seriously a stripper?”

GABRIELLE
“It’s not like I do it all the time, Frank. I do it every once in a while because it pays so well. Plus guys like girls like me”

She says and I think back to the club where the guys were all on her. She giggles and takes off my shades and puts them on the dresser.

GABRIELLE
“You’re not mad are you?”

♥ FRANK HART ♥
“Shocked, really”

She pushes me back onto the bed and puts her finger in her mouth and pulls it out seductively. She takes off her pants slowly and throws them to the side. Her red thong entices me and she takes off her top and shows her lacy red bra. She wraps one of her thick legs around the pole and spins around. She looks back at me and her nose starts to bleed.

Well, that killed that.

♥ FRANK HART ♥
“Your nose is bleeding”

I say and she immediately grasps her nose. She runs into the bathroom attached to her bedroom and the faucet starts running. Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything. Maybe I should have let her finish with a bloody nose. Still, I’m not fucking a chick with a bloody… anything.

Wait… a bloody nose?

How could she get a bloody nose? You just don’t get bloody noses out of nowhere. I didn’t hit her. She didn’t get hit. I scratch my goatee thinking as Gabrielle is still cleaning herself up in the bathroom. Bathroom…

Bathroom.

Why was she going to the bathroom all the time? And she came out… rubbing her nose? Now she has a nose bleed? Don’t tell me she’s doing what I think she’s doing. She’s Snow White.

Which dwarf am I?

She comes out of the bathroom cleaned up and looking ready to go. The blood is gone, thankfully, and she walks over to the pole again.

♥ FRANK HART ♥
“Nah, don’t worry about that. I just want you right here”

Motioning towards her more than perfect body to come towards me. Her hips shift with every step and it’s shit like that that turns me on. This is what I needed. I need this. She pushes me down on the bed and straddles me. I pinch myself to make sure, this time, it isn’t a dream. She unbuttons my shirt and she starts to kiss me on my chest. I unhook her bra and she giggles. I grab her hips and then her ass and fiddle with her thong a bit. She rolls over and pulls it off and then gets up and hits the lights. The only light is that from the moon and she gets back on the bed and pulls down my pants and starts messing with my boxers.

This is definitely going to take my mind off of things. I’m about to be fucking a girl who is a stripper, does coke, and loves to get drunk. Do I need this? Fuck, I don’t care. My thoughts go away as I realize how good she is with her tongue.

Cocaine’s a hell of a drug.

♥… let's get lifted/To Be Continued …♥

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♥ HEARTLESS FOUR ♥
♥ COCAINE DREAMS ♥
♥ The Shoot ... ♥
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Fuck you, Brandon . I am done buying into your hype. It seems like everyone, including yourself has bought into it. Go ahead and ask anyone on the roster. Oh, wait, you wouldn't sully your hands with something like that huh? Fine go pay some no name reporter. Everyone will tell them, that Brandon is the greatest. And why shouldn't they? You spout it off at every opportunity, you even squeeze it in between dick and gay jokes.

Its Impressive really, that such a blatantly Heterosexual man, can talk about cocks as much as you. (Strike One right Bmac?) I mean you border on the edge of blatant homosexuality. But, what do I know right? Your Brandon Macdonald, you can do whatever the fuck you feel, right Brandon? You know, BMac, I think I know the person who buys into your hype the most. YOU. I think you HAVE to buy into it. I mean if you can't buy your own hype, then who will? Well, Brandon? (Besides, your faithful lap dog Ashley), I am not buying into.

Yes, I admit, I bought into it. But after your last little promotional package I am done. I mean, people say I love the sound of my own voice, and I have said that about others. But you, Brandon, you take the fucking cake, and it's as big as the fucking Georgia Dome. But, that is your style, ain't it? You just LOVE being the center of attention. It's all about you, you have to be the name on everyone's lips. Buy the way, thanks for the love advice, but seeing as your last lady was cooked like a BBQ on the fourth of July back in NLWF. I’ll follow my own path

Go ahead and say whatever you want, Brandon, it doesn't matter to me anymore. Weren't you listening? I mean, I have said your name enough haven't I? Here it is again, slowly, and with a redundant repetition of your name; BRANDON. I. AM. NOT. BUYING. BRANDON. INTO. YOUR. HYPE. ANY. MORE.BRANDON. There, did that get through you thick skull and miniscule brain yet?

That is what I want to see, Brandon. I want the man who Didn’t give a flying fuck. I want the man who would sell his own mother to some seedy wetback titty joint just for some sense of greatness. Instead I am left with some caring, fan loving, douche bag. Congratulations, BMac, for falling so far. You USED to be someone to be feared. Now? Now, you are just the next sorry sack of shit that needs pity. And I give it to you, Brandon, I really do. Back in NLWF, I wanted nothing more than to face you. Now, when Bmac steps against Frank Hart, do I have that? No, I get the broken shell of a man who is more concerned with his image, and what people think about him, than being the best.

Stagnant, Brandon, that is what you are. I said it before and I say it again. You have been stagnant since your last run in NLWF, and that was even before your trip over seas. And you know, that's fine, it really is, Brandon. But you still think that your shit don't stink. You sit there with your high paid whore, because we all really know that's what Ashley is. (There I go again, insulting your rag toy) You pay her, and let her spend all your money for whatever she sees fit, mainly to improve your image, and you get to fuck her. Hell, you even filmed a porn between you two … Yup, that fits the definition of whore. I'm not sorry for it either. Some guys need that, hell, it does help single crack head mothers ways to feed their illegitimate crack babies. Hate for saying it, Brandon, it's okay. I can be that man that you used to be. I can be the one that EVERYONE hates to love.

you have yet to shut anyone up. You CAN'T shut me up. You know why? It's simple, I'll even tell you, even though I have been saying it this whole time. I am done buying into your hype. Maybe I had you all wrong the first round on camera, I think you are your own biggest fan. I mean, you are probably the type to have countless awards and what not draped all over your living room, bed room, whatever room. All nice and shiny where people can see them with ease. And if they don't say something about em, I bet you sure as hell mention them huh, BMac. Yeah, you seem like the kind of douche bag I avoid as a friend. They kind of guy who HAS to brag. Who HAS to be the best, even if it is just in his own mind.

That pretty much summed up your last attempt at a promo

Now, don't get me wrong, you have beaten a lot of people in your career (Fuck sakes, you listed them all). But all of them, bought into your hype. They all thought you were this great wrestler. Some god in that ring that can't be beaten. But you know what, Brandon, I am done with it. MYeyes have been opened.

You are nothing more than a man, who bought into the worst ideal in history. Put down everyone else and you look good right? Hitler did it. The Japanese did it. The Egyptians did it. Everyone has done it, Brandon. It's nothing new. But once they got shown the truth, the reality, they all fell away and crumbled. Despite how much I love my country of America, it is slowly but surely happening to them. Ever since 9/11 they have started seeing themselves as the world sees them.

And we don't like it.

So, once again, Brandon, I have unsubscribed to your bull shit. I don't 'follow' you on Twitter. I don't 'like' you on facebook. I dont give two shits about you and how great you think you are. I am going to come out there, kick your ass and walkaway.

And for the record, Brandon I've explained enough about who I am and why I do what I do, to you, to everyone. If there's anyone that -like you- is too fucking stupid to get it, then fuck them. The right people get it. The fans. My friends. They know the truth, and I've done enough proving of myself to firmly implant in anyone without a caveman-density skull what I'm all about. But that's okay. Your refusal to accept truth for what it is only further proves that you're every bit as retarded as I've said you are.

You bring your fucking ass to Battle Grounds thinking you have anything CLOSE to a chance of winning our match.

You're going home broken, A jig saw puzzle for Ashley to put togther again. You're going home beaten, and you're going home the same way you'll arrive; a Useless Cunt, and a loser.

Think I'm wrong?

I bet you’re the only one who thinks that!