It Takes More then Heart For a Comeback

January 19th 2010
The Hart Mansion
Las Vegas, NV

I raised my head from my desk. I was home, the same home that my father bought and raised me in. It was the only thing he left me in his will. I was still awake despite the fact that his clock read three forty-two am. I was still dressed from my meeting with my agent. I spent the entire day with him, reworking a deal with IWF. I was finally ready to make a comeback. After 'Pick your Poison' I opted out of my contract for a deal with a local MMA promoter. MMA would give me the free time to also be home more for Loca and are unborn child. But even after winning my first pro MMA bout, all I could think about was getting back into the ring. Hell, this was the only day I wasn't in the 'Hart Attack' gym. A place my father built, it was the perfect place for a guy like me. It had a ring and a MMA cage. I could train for both, and never be to far from home. Every day walking inside that gym, looking at the ring, It gave me the feeling of being homesick

The ring called him back, and like a fool … I answered

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
“…What the hell am I doing?”

I said, rhetorically. To be frank, I’d been sitting at the desk in my office with nothing but a desk lamp on. Logically I should be exhausted. Unfortunately, something compelled my consciousness. Remote glitters occasionally distracted me; them coming from the framed championship belt that hung high on the wall of the room. I glanced down at a couple of the papers that lie scattered on my desk. A few of them contracts for my Black Sparrow brand, another a list of maintenance for the gym. The one directly in front of him however was the one that caused the most concern.

It was the new contract for IWF I worked out with my agent. To be clear, I hadn’t yet resigned a deal with IWF. My agent wanted me to operate on an Annual contract, allowing me to keep up my MMA Career, but I wasn't sure if I could just return on part-time bases. I was still on a verbal agreement with IWF, but the paper in front of me would change that. It would bring back the security. It would also bring back the lucrative paychecks, it was true, but I wasn’t so much back for the money as I was back to prove something.

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
“Shit.”

Was the only thing I could mutter in my frustration. Was this a good idea? Was I just delusional in thinking that I was ready to come back to the ring? Was I just gonna be proven wrong? Would I even get a chance to prove what I was coming back to prove in the first place? The questions relentlessly swirled through my head as I sat in my chair. They refused to go away, nagging and circulating like gnats.

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
“Well, I sure as shit won’t find out sitting on my ass.”

I reasoned with my self. It was true. I would just regret it if I stayed home and never returned to IWF. So I would have to test my skills against Chad, Rosa, and Ashley. My objective was rather clear: To pick up where I left off in my attempt to become IWF Champion again. If the team of Ashley, Chad and Rose defeated me soundly, that would just prove how terrible of an idea this was. Under other circumstances, I would be confident in victory, maybe more so than he should be.

Now, however…

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“Robbie?”

I snapped to attention as the sleepy voice of Loca Rocsi entered my earshot.

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
“Yeah, I’m in here Loca.”

I slid the contract to the side as she entered the room, rubbing her eyes.

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
“I should’ve known I wouldn’t get any time to myself, even at this time of night.”

I joked as she took a seat in the chair on the opposite side of my solid mahogany desk. She shot me a faint smile and offered up a yawn.

..:: Loca Rocsi ::.
“What’s keeping you up this time of night?”

She asked on the tail end of her yawn, looking at me with drowsy eyes. I returned her smile with one of my own, but took a few moments to actually answer her question. I instead glanced around at the high quality photos and posters of me in action. She followed his line of sight, looking at the photos as well before raising an eyebrow. I took this as her re-asking the question, and offered up my answer.

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
“Just wondering if I’m making a big mistake or not, that’s all.”

I chuckled lightly, as if I was joking. Loca either didn’t pick up on it, or didn’t care to acknowledge that I might not be joking at all.

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“You’ll do great, Rob. I did the research … and it looks like you’ve won every single debut or return match you’ve had.”

She said it so nonchalantly that it bothered me little.

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
“The fact that there have been so many that this is a statistic is alarming.”

With a sigh, She propped her head up on my arm. Loca winced slightly, noticing I’d failed to find any solace in what She said. She decided to hold herself in silence, letting me work my own way back into conversation. The two of us just sat there, just the faint sounds of the wind in our ears.

Finally, I spoke up.

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
“Sorry, I’m just…maybe I’m just nervous from so much time away. Usually, I’m coming back from an environment in which I’ve been wrestling still … so I’m better than I was last time. This time, though? I’m in shit shape emotionally. I’m not much better physically either.”

I tried to let a smile shine through, but it just looked like a sad attempt. Loca noticed this for sure, as I saw the reaction on her face. The corners of her mouth turned down in an ugly display of disapproval. A rare showing from the beautiful Ms. Rocsi.

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“Rob this is ridiculous. If you could only hear yourself right now. Having a pity party this early in the morning? If it were me, you would have me running laps for even thinking about something like that. Are you are still one of the best? Absolutely. I’m not just saying that because you pay my bills. I’ve seen you work. I’ve watched you train. You’ve trained me. If there is someone around who trains harder and works harder than you do, we’d be hard pressed to find them.”

Loca took a slight pause to yawn between her small monologue, a gesture that brought a slight smile to my face.

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
“Okay, Okay, I get your point. Doesn’t really change the fact that I’m not sure if I’m really ready for this.”

I gave up on the faint smile and raised my attention back to the title belt on my wall. I still had my father's belts hanging on the wall as well. Each one brought a vivid memory back. My eyes crossed from one title to the next. Each one reminded me what was capable of getting to the top of the mountain. I wanted to try and make it up there again one more time. .

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“Robbie … A personal question?”

Loca’s face showed concern as she looked her love straight in the eye. I nodded, and she took a breath before she spoke.

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“Is it ... because of the baby?”

She said as she rubbed her stomach. It threw me off gaurd, and I guess it was a little bit to do with the unsure feelings

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
“I guess I don't want my child to hate me, like I hated my father.”

I stated simply. Easier said than done, obviously. She could tell she was getting into waters, we both weren't ready to travel down. Not at least with a come back hanging in the balance. She changed the subject and asked another question.

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“Have you done any scouting on your next opponent?”

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
“Yes”

I started, sounding exasperated.

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
“Chad is a fairy new face, Rosa well you know a lot about her. She doesn't quit, she just goes a 100%. She's the wildcard in this whole match. Ashley, she was there when Brandon cashed in his case to take the IWF Championship from me. I would be dying if I said I haven't had dreams about hurting the cum dispenser”

Loca smiled a bit, something that brought a small sense of ease to me.

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
"Robbie, don't worry about me or are child. We'll be fine, just worry about your match."

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
“Yeah, you're right. It is fitting. This is my Redemption. It’s my second chance at success and all that. Well, I don’t plan on wasting this one. I’ll take the ride all the way to the top this time. I won’t let Ashley, Chad or Rosa fucking stop me from shining.”

I picked out the IWF contract and flipped to the last page. Drawing a pen from a drawer in my desk, I inked my name on the dotted line.

I was truly going to find out if I was ready for this match

And I was going to find out the hard way

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♥ The Return of The Degenerate King! ♥
♥ ROBBIE HART’S EDITION ♥
♥ The Shoot ♥
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It’s good to be back. A few weeks ago, I wasn’t quite sure if I was ready, despite what I put myself through to get back here. But now, I am absolutely sure that I am ready for this.

It wasn’t easy.

Some would be embarrassed to show there face again. And I guess that's the reason why it's taken me so long. Going into Pick your Poison, I was ready to become the IWF Champion for a second time, at least until Loca dropped the bomb on a white boy. After getting the news, that I was gonna be a father I couldn't focus on anything else.

Nothing else mattered

So I went to the ring, and Brandon pretty much had his way with me. Each shot I took from the champ, was another click on the clock inside my head. I couldn't get out of that ring fast enough. I wanted to be with Loca, wanted to tell her everything would be ok. Most importantly, I wanted to show to Loca and to everyone else.

I wasn't Frank Hart

My father would have went out there and he would have tried to become champion. Because in his eyes being a champion was more important then being a father. I'm the total opposite. But back to the present; to Battle Grounds. I can't wait to Step back through that curtain. I will never again take for granted the feeling of coming through that curtain and hearing seventeen thousand people just lose their collective minds for you. Music thumping, pyros exploding. Nothing in life will ever match that feeling. Thinking back, all the training and working to get back to this point was totally worth it. I would do it all over again if I had to, just to say I was able to get back here again.

But that wasn’t the only reason. I am obviously back to compete … and I only know how to compete at a high level. I missed coming out from behind that curtain, but I also missed dropping a poor bastard (or lady, I’m equal opportunity) on their head and getting a three count. So now I am back in IWF, and this week I get to team up with one of the sexiest and deadliest diva's on the roster in Lillian Shark, and kid named Johan.

I’ll be up front, I think Chad Mason is a fucking Joke of a wrestler. Chad let me get the boring and obvious stuff out of the way...

You are completely, totally, and wholly fucked, playboy. I'm gonna hit you until your guts don't work anymore, and then I'm going to step on your skull until it cracks open like a frozen eggshell dropped from a biplane

And when I finally get bored with you, I'm going to let Lillian put out a cigarette in your eye, roll you into the nearest garbage bag, and dump you in a rusty dumpster outside the American Airlines Arena! What have you done for this game, mang? I've fought legends, I've fought champions, I've fought shitty carnival freaks and I've only been doing this for less then 4 months! I've fought them, because I show up and I carry myself like a champion, belt or no belt.

Whereas you're talking a tremendous game and then running from every war that pops up, that shit's great for a college Republican, but not for a fighter.

That's just bitchery of the highest magnitude

What is it that you're contributing to this place? I don't know about the past, but I do know about the future... you're going to be an example.

A really special one, full color, jumbo sized, and with the answers printed right on you.

Rosalie, My dear once you're across the ring from me, waiting on that bell to ring to start our match, you're going to look at me, and you're going to see the look in my eyes. It's the look that says I accept no excuses. It's the look that says my will, my ability, and me just being who I am is more than you're capable of handling. It's the look that let's you know that no matter how much you thought you were on a level playing field coming, you're in over your head. It's the look that let's you know that no matter how good you think you are, you're looking at your worse nightmares and fuck you if you don't like it. It's the look that let's you know that regardless of who you are, you're not the best wrestler that will ever live.

You're not me sweet-tits.

And regardless of what you think, it doesn't matter where you've been, who you've faced, or what you've achieved. Once you step in my ring, you're in a whole different world, and no matter how prepared you might think you are ....

You are not ready

You're not ready for the harsh bondage treatment come Battle Grounds. Go ahead and give it your best shot Hun. Better have tried, and all 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, its one of the things Ashley finds attractive about you

I'm coming to Battle Grounds to celebrate my return, and I can't think of a better way to do it than mopping the floor with another so-called contender.

Ashley ... I could go on for days. But what's the use, you've been used and abused so many times. I would just be repeating the truth you already heard from everyone else you faced off against.

At Battle Grounds, I will be using you three to send an obvious message. It will be a clear message to any and everyone that wanted to make a target out of me. Anyone that thought that I am not worth anything in the ring! 0r anyone that wanted to open their mouth, thinking that I wouldn’t remember what was said or who decided that I was going to be some failure in my return to the ring. The message is that this time, I will not stop until I am at the top. I won’t stop until I am the best. I will have to die first. You will have to hope that Ashley ends up spreading her HIV and killing me to stop me. Because nothing short of death will force me to quit until I can say that I am the BEST in the company. I will do any and everything I have to do to accomplish that goal. It starts here, with me being able to honestly say that Robbie Hart has returned. Now, I am able to say that no one will stand in my way.

Not Ashley

Not Chad

Not Rosa

No one

I came back and made headlines. I came back, and instantly caught the attention of the IWF. That fact alone should be enough to show you all that I am still considered dangerous. I am not overlooking the three stooges, but just stating my rather obvious future. Some would call this arrogance, but I am simply listing facts as they are known to everyone, not just myself.

Right now, I bet all three of my challengers are thinking that I am just blowing smoke. Just a fool posturing and talking a big game because I think that I am one. I KNOW that I am big game, and I KNOW that this all isn’t just talk. What I am saying can be accepted as the truth, plain and simple. You three would do well to bring your best to Battle Grounds.

In fact, everyone would do well to bring their A-game.

I just raised the bar here in Insurgency Wrestling Federation, just by coming back. Now watch me raise it further this week at Battle Grounds.