Hard to Explain

Hard to Explain
An Italian Villa
Rome, Italy

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
"Robbie, are you awake?”

I hear ringing in my ear. The flight to Italy was long and exhausting. I pull the pillow over my head to tell her ‘fuck no’.

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“Robbie, you need to get up. We have a long day ahead of us.”

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
“Ugh … what time is it?”

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“Seven thirty, Italy time”

She says and I motion my hand for her to go away.

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
“Too … early …”

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“No, it isn’t. Now get up. My parents will be here in a few hours.”

I totally forgot Loca invited her deadbeat father and her step-mother out to Italy for the week. I was sure they only aggred to come out, because to her father it was a free vacation

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
“Why are they coming so early?”

I say sitting up in the bed, my eyes squinted enough so I can see her without having to open my eyes. She stands in front of me in a nice pair of jeans and a, what looks to be blue, maternity top. That’s all I can see.

I’m so fucking tired.

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“They want to spend time up here. They’ve never been to Italy. They want to go sight seeing. Come on, it should be fun.”

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
“Fun?”

I retort while rubbing my eyes. I can see her more clearly and I can tell the shirt is purple. Blue, purple, whatever.

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
“What fun could come out of today? Maybe fun for you three but all I’ll hear is the usual bull. ‘You don’t provide for her’ or ‘You don’t treat her right’ or my favorite ‘You’re not good enough for her’.”

Truth be told, I’m not good enough for her but they’ll never know that.

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“No, they won’t. I’ve talked to them about it and they said they would keep the comments to a minimum”

She walks to my bedside and grabs my arms to pull me up.

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“Come on honey, you need a shower”

She says and looks at my chin.

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“… and a shave.”

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
“Hey, I like the beard. It’s something different.”

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“You don’t get hot outside? It’s, like, 70 degrees.”

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
“Nope.”

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“Well okay. Keep it. You know the beard will really piss daddy off, right? He’ll call you a bum and it will make the day go by so much faster”

She says with that little twitch her mouth does. It only happens when she says something sarcastic. I rub my stomach and stand up with her help.

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
“Whatever. I just want to get today over with.”

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“Good. Now let’s get moving. They’ll be here around nine thirty”

She says as I yawn and stretch and make my way to the bathroom. She always does this shit; brings them here unannounced. It started with the phone call and now the nine o’clock arrival. Whatever, I don’t care. Loca doesn’t know that I’m going to go out of my way to be assholes to them, especially her father. Usually I’m nice to try and smooth things over but it never works. Today, though, is going to be a side they’ve never seen.

Today, my alter ego comes out.

Well I am too young
And they are too old
The joke is on you
This place is a zoo
You're right, it's true

It’s nine o’clock.

Loca and I sit patiently on the couch waiting for them. She continuously changes the channel, either out of nerves or because she’s bored. I finally got dressed as I fix the collar on my blue and white polo shirt. You have to make sure it’s popped, other wise it looks lousy.

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
“You think they’ll be early?”

I ask Loca and she finally picks a channel ,Italy’s version of Lifetime, and looks at me.

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“Maybe, who knows. They could be hours late.”

[b]..:: Robbie Hart ::..
“So, what exactly are we doing today?”

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“Well, I figured we could go out to breakfast, then lunch and then maybe go to Casa Loma. Dad finds things like that interesting. Then, possibly go shopping. We’d come back here, relax, and have dinner. Or we could go out to dinner”

She says like she’s had this planned for months. I just nod and smile.

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
“Sure going to be expensive.”

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“Well, it’s not like you can’t afford it”

She says. I ain’t sayin’ she’s a gold digger…

Loca stands up as she sees a car pull up in the driveway, outside the small Villa we rented for the week. Well, here we go. I wipe my goatee off and stand up as Loca rushes to the door. She loves her parents which is why this is going to be kinda difficult for me. If she gets pissed it makes for a long evening. I don’t need a long evening to coincide with this long day. Loca opens the door and two old Mexican people walk into the door.

Loca’s father, Hector Rocsi, is a man who I despise. His eyebrows are thick and hand heavy on his judgmental eyes. He’s quick to judge you for your appearance. His stature is of a leprechaun. Well, not that short but short enough. The crevices of his hands hold the dirt and labor of forty years. He gives me a quick look and shakes his head.

Same old Hector.

Her step mother, Francesca Merit, is a woman of intense morals. She still holds her beliefs of Jesus Christ close to her heart. She doesn’t speak English very well and when she does she mixes in Spanish. I don’t understand her sometimes and it’s usually pleasing that I don’t. Hector does all the talking. He sure does enough of it.

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“Mom, dad… it’s good to see you. You’re looking well daddy”

Loca says and her father just smiles until he looks at me.

..:: Hector Rocsi ::..
“Well, hello Robert. I see you were to cheap to spring for First Class tickets”

Hector says and laughs, apparently talking about his cramped flight to Italy, I made sure that his trip on coach was a less then comfortable one

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
“Well, hello Hector. I see you’re still the only Puerto Rican Jew I know”

I reply and he just gives me this look. It’s not a look that shows hate. It’s a look that says ‘It’s about time you had a backbone against me’.

..:: Francesca Rocsi ::..
“Oh Vanessa. This villa is beautiful. You decorate … nice”

Francesca tries to say as best she can and I just smile. God bless her for trying. Loca directs her parents to go to the kitchen and she grabs my arm.

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“What are you doing saying that to daddy?”

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
“If he’s going to be a prick to me then let the games begin”

I reply and she takes a deep breath and looks me in the eyes.

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“Robbie, all I ask is for civility. Humor me for today. Please?”

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
“I will but if he says something to me, expect me to come back with something. I’ll be nice to your mother. She just hates me with her actions. Your dad hates me with his words.”

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“Fine”

She says while sighing as we walk into the kitchen. This is going to be a pleasure. I’ll make it so Loca’s father hates me so badly that he wants to slit my throat. Too bad I’ll be one step ahead of him in the process.

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
“So, what do you think of the Villa Hector?”

I ask just to get a reaction out of him. I rest my hands on the bar in the middle and look directly at him. I can feel Loca giving me a cold stare on the back of my neck. He looks around and then looks at me.

..:: Hector Rocsi ::..
“I hope you didn’t pay to much for this shit house.If you did, you got ripped off”

He says. I give him a smirk. Yes, this is what I want. Keep it coming.

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“Daddy! The person did a great job.”

She says and puts her hand in the back pocket of my jeans. He looks at us and I smile at him, knowing he hates me with her.

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
“So, would you like to get some breakfast? I mean, you did show up awful early. You must be hungry”

I say and Hector coughs before moving towards the door.

..:: Hector Rocsi ::..
“I’d love some breakfast. Where is the most expensive place here? I mean, you’re a man of money. Why don’t you show us Italy as only, what is it… The Degenerate King, can show us.”

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
“My pleasure old timer”

I say as he whispers something in Spanish to Francesca that makes her giggle. I assume it was something against me. We make our way out to the driveway and I open the doors to the Lexus with my key.

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“Daddy, do you want to sit up front?”

Loca says to Hector and he nods.

Touché Loca.

Touché.

..:: Hector Rocsi ::..
“Of course dear. Maybe get to bond more with your man friend.”

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
“Fiancé”

I say and get into the Lexus SC 430 Convertible. I drop the top and turn the car on as ‘Tip Your Bartender’ by Glassjaw blares in the speakers. All three of them jump and I smile. I grab my blue and white shades from the top of my Polo shirt and place them on my face in the cockiest way I can.

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
“Perfect.”

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♥ Hard to Explain! ♥
♥ ROBBIE HART’S EDITION ♥
♥ The Shoot ♥
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Guys wearing skinny Jeans, faux hawks, t-shirts with large words printed on them, and being metrosexual. What are these, you ask? These are passing fads. Things people do for a while and then push them to the side. These are things people associate themselves with and once the hype is over, they’re on to the next big thing. Why am I bringing these up?

Cody Taylor is nothing but, you guessed it, a passing fad.

I mean, let’s face it. Cody has been back and forth with companies more times than Lindsay Lohan has done lines of cocaine. His whole swag is nothing more then a Brandon Macdonald knock off. Give it a few years, I bet he playing in the NFL just like good ol’ BMac. But at least he finally has a championship that matters, to bad his partner is James Shark.

The same James Shark that goes through partners like he does women. Cody, you’re just the flava of the month for Shark Dick.

Nothing more then another Jump off in the life of James Shark.

Someone please tell Storming Raven, Marylyn Manson was so late 90’s. I know I’ve been on a slide as of late, but seriously … Storming Raven? The guy looks like a Twilight cast off. I bet he doesn’t think that I’m going to be focused on this match, to be honest I really shouldn’t be focus. It’s not like I’m facing someone worth importance!

Let me re-phrase that. Storming Raven is WISHING that I’m not focused on this match. He’s HOPING that I’m not training to go up against. He’s blowing out birthday candles, wishing on stars, throwing pennies into wells in the hopes upon hopes that I am focused on Cody Taylor.

Oh how fucking mistaken this lost Goth would be if he really believed that.

See. I’ll focus on Cody, when it’s Cody’s turn to be focused on. Right now, pale boy, you well have -my- undivided attention. That little nagging feeling, the way the hairs on your neck just prickled up? It’s not someone walking over your grave. Oh yea fucker, that’s your douchey sense going off, telling you that at Battle Grounds, you about to be feed to a very hungry gladiator!

So congratulations, Storming Raven. I'm sure you came into this match thinking that you were on the verge of stardom. I'm sure you've got your head up high, thinking that dog gone it, you can win ... but I'm coming into Italy with the sole purpose of treating you like my personal bitch. I'm going to beat you down, beat you bloody and leave you laying on your back, wondering what you had done in your pathetic fucking life you deserve the kind of horrible, brutal treatment you've just endured.

Sounds familiar, doesn't it?

You can't stop me from doing this. You see, I've been doing this for months. I've been beating people down, ruining their hopes and shitting all over their dreams longer than you've been on an Indian Reservation. It's just what I do. You take it up the ass and act like a Pocahontas; I beat the shit out of people and take what I want. And I get paid handsomely for it. So go ahead, Raven throw some bows, get ignorant and try and prove yourself to the world. Smack this smirk off my face, make me bleed and make a name for yourself.

Give it your damnest.

It won't be enough.

I said it before and I'll say it again-I'm back on the rise. And when I get on a roll? Nothing can stop me, not you or not anyone. I'm going to dominate, I'm going to dominate every competitor that crosses my path and I'm going to dominate you. No amount of Cherokee Vodo, no amount of toughness can save you. You're going to lose. You're going to suffer. You're going to take everything that I can give you and you'll crumble, just like the bitch you are.

Now bend over.

The Degenerate King is coming for a second helping.