Interactions II

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Interactions II

There they were …

Mother and Son …

Face to face for the first time since Robbie’s father’s passing. She was the main reason why Robbie didn’t even attend the funeral. It wasn’t as if Robbie hated his mother, he just didn’t want to confront her after his actions killed Frank Hart, his father

..:: Jada ::..
“Well, hello Son. I see you’re still dressing like a box of crayons”

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
“Didn’t expect to see you here”

She smirked at her son

..:: Jada ::..
“Someone had to be here for Loca, while you’ve been out living the Rock star life.”

Jada wasn’t one to ever bite her tongue. Robbie had a feeling she knew about the one night affair he had. He woundered if Loca knew. Robbie searched through his pockets for his pack of Marlboro Lights and his Zippo lighter. He fished a smoke out of the pack, stuck it between his lips, and lit it.

..:: Jada ::..
“Second hand smoke, great for unborn children”

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
“Let’s stop with the pissing contest mom, why the fuck are you here?”

..:: Jada ::..
“I want to know why you killed him. And don’t give me that bullshit about becoming Heavyweight champion. What you did went beyond a stage act.”

...:: Robbie Hart ::..
“Guess I never really got over the whole walking out on us. He faked his own death; all I did was give him the real thing. He was arrogant, he was a prick, and he never treated you right. He was probably cheating on you, again, on the side!”

Jada stood her ground, Robbie’s words were meant to hurt, but she didn’t show it if they did. He put his anger and bottled up aggression into every word, still no reaction. At least not the one he was looking for. He sucked in another drag of his cigarette, and then let it out in a long exhale.

..:: Jada ::..
“He wasn’t perfect … but he was your fucking father Robbie!”

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
“More like a sperm donor.”

..:: Jada ::..
“When did you become so freaking disrespectful?! He was a dick at times, he was a hard ass. But that’s what the life does to people. He didn’t want that for you! He didn’t even want you to get into the wrestling game.”

She was talking about the other source of income in the Hart family. The once high profile Straight Edge superstar Frank Hart was also the head of the Philadelphia crime family. A title that his mother now holds.

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
“So, by me wrestling, gave him the right to start a new life in Japan?! I love this sport! I’m providing for my family! I’m protecting my family by being a main event star and bringing in money!”

Robbie moves closer into the kitchen. He was fired up and he was going to get everything off his chest. Jada staged this whole dysfunctional reunion. As far as Robbie was concern, his mother died right along with Frank.

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
“Look at you. You’re bitter and alone! News flash, I’ve been alone for a long time! It took me years to rebuild my lost self esteem! What were you doing? You were to busy bouncing back and forth between Frank and Johnny!”

..:: Jada ::..
“Don’t you ever, EVER, disrespect me like that! I’m your mother!”

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
“I’ll start showing you respect, when you start acting like a fucking mother!”

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“ENOUGH!”

Loca shouts and she bursts into tears, as she walks into the kitchen from behind Robbie. She looks at Rob and grabs his hand.

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“Babe, I love you, but I can’t allow you to bash your own mother. Even though her methods are a bit odd, she’s still your mother. And Jada…”

Loca grabs her hand and Jada looks at her, tears almost coming from her eyes.

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“You can’t talk about the father of my unborn child that way. He’s provided for me and taken care of me the best he can. He’s an outstanding husband and I love him. I can’t take you two fighting! I can’t take this anymore”

She says and makes her way up the spiral staircase leading to the bedroom.

..:: Jada ::..
“You’re walking a dangerous line Son.”

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
“Mom … I mean Jada, get the fuck out of my house!”

Jada walks to the back door and opens it and walks out

When I gets cold ...
I dont care, I dont care ...
Cause it’s free ...

Loca hadn’t said a word to Robbie since Jada left. Robbie kind of expected it. He didn’t take kindly to someone degrading his worth. That pisses him off. That really made him upset, to be honest. Robbie always wanted to reach out to his mother, but tonight proved that he didn’t need someone like Jada in his life. Robbie sat downstairs and watch Dog The Bounty Hunter. Thinking ‘Beth has some really big titties, but she’s so fucking ugly.’

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“You down here Robbie?”

Loca yells from the top of the steps, grabbing Robbie’s attention away from Beth’s tits.

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
“Yeah”

Loca walks down the steps to the living room. Robbie turns his head to look at her

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“Can I talk to you about something?”

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
“Sure”

He pats the cushion next to him. She takes a seat and looks at him but something catches her eye so she looks at the television.

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“Dog the Bounty Hunter?”

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
“Nothing else was on. You wanted to talk?”

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“Yeah. What you said about your mother was really, well, something I’ve wanted to say since I first met her.”

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
“Really?”

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“Yeah, I mean I was upset earlier because I don’t like seeing you argue. Then I thought about it. She doesn’t know you, Robbie. She doesn’t know what you’ve done to me. I mean look at this house. It’s breathtaking. Every time I enter it, I can’t believe I live here. You’ve been so good to me and I don’t know how a woman like me found a guy like you”

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
“Well, I couldn’t have done it without your support. I just wish Jada wasn’t so hard headed about everything.”

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“I guess we’re going to have to accept it”

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
“Thanks babe. You know I love you.”

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“Yeah. I know you love me too”

She playfully hits Robbie in the arm. She adjusts herself so she has her head lying on his lap and her feet on the armrest of the couch.

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
“You know, while you’re down there…”

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“Yeah, okay. We’ll see how fast I do that.”

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
“Just a suggestion”

She smiles and watches the television.

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“You know, Beth has some really big breasts but she’s so ugly”

She says looking at the television as Rob twirls her hair in his hands. He smiled and enjoy her presence.

They sat.

It’s as simple as that.


It’s what made Robbie truly happy

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Serai Leone , or should I say the next “Ashley Matthews?” This is what happens when girls like Serai have role models like Ashley and Alison. Ladies and gents, we got are selves another Championship groupie.

Maybe I got this all wrong, maybe Serai’s just your every day Homie Hopper

Your worse then those Video hoes every hip hop artist has in there video. Serai doesn’t have the motivation to outlast me in this match. In any match, really; but especially this one. She will either keep her tail tucked between her legs, or she will come forth with a lackluster effort. I’m not happy that this is the situation that I was given, but I suppose I have nothing to do but to just take it.

Serai, know that I won’t let up on you. Woman or man, I am an equal opportunity ass kicker, and you get no quarter when you step into the ring this week at Battle Grounds. You have to suffer for those who have pissed me off. It’s not fair to you, but those are the cards that you are dealt.

Do me a favor, and spare me your gory clichés and one liners. Spare me the morbid thoughts that swirl through your head. I don’t care at all for the half hearted insults, or the uninspired effort you’re going to give me in the ring this week. Stop wasting your time and everyone else’s. Either be a woman and commit to this, or act like the Crack whore you’re being…but if that’s the road you’d rather take, then I will be more than happy to give you your final match in the Insurgency.

Have I been paying much attention to you before now? No. But that’s because I didn’t need to. You weren’t a threat to me at all. You were nothing but Shark’s flavor of the week. You’re just a small hurdle that I have to take. So I am just going to step over you and go on my merry way towards a better challenge.

Your purpose is to be a punching bag during this match. You don’t need to muster any offense; you don’t need to spout out aforementioned clichés. Just keep your mouth shut so I can end you quickly.

When I do, you can certainly thank me … but I won’t necessarily be listening.

It wasn’t that long ago, when you disappeared RRL, you faded away and no one even noticed or cared. The Insurgency was free from you ... just as though you weren't even here in the first place. No one wept. No one was disappointed. It was just like you weren't here at all. Like you never even fucking existed.

What a nice, pleasant thought, huh?

Unfortunately, you just didn't stay gone. Be it balls, be it ego or be it the fact that you are far too brain damaged to realize that you should quit while you're ahead, you've come back and you aren't nearly as impressive as you've tried to claim that you are. No, those are past glories you're lauding. You were fearsome, you were something that would make everyone in the locker room shit themselves because of the sick things you'd do every time you came out to the ring. That was then. Now? What have you accomplished? Got handed the Tag-team titles? Blew a thousand pushes/chances to become great again?

Cool story, mang

Unfortunately, that doesn't mean shit to anyone. That doesn't mean shit to me. Because for everything you've done lately, for all of your attempts to be the Lucha mastermind that you once were? You've fallen woefully short. You don't have that power you once had over the power. You don't inspire butterfly’s or worry within their hearts and minds. You're not a viable threat-you're an annoyance. A mild, mild annoyance. Nothing you can do from this point forward will impress anyone. All you're here to do now is sully your supposed legacy, or maybe you'll just enhance it. After all, you're only known to be a failure.

A choke artist

A loser

Your time has come and gone, Ruben. You haven't mattered in some time and someone, clearly, needs to put you out of your misery. I thought I had taught you a good little lesson the last time we faced off, but apparently not. So this time? This time, I'm not going to rest on my laurels. This time, I'm going to tear you limb from fucking limb!

You've got no real talents beyond aimlessly flailing about; trying to prove to the world you are still 'unpredictable', when in reality? You've spent far too much time Spanish Soap Operas, you laughably foolish fucktard. You can bring all of your randomness down to the ring, you can act like a fool as you're prone to do. Do whatever you want, but I'm going to destroy you. I'm going to destroy your neck, your spine, your arms and legs-anything and everything I can do in order to render you a crippled, useless heap of flesh that never steps foot into an Insurgency ring ...No, no... My wrestling ring again. I'm going to break you, ruin you and shit all over the concept that you even matter in wrestling.

And I'm going to love every single moment of it!