Hostyle Jones and Stygian [vs.] Robbie Hart and Marcus Silverstone

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Hostyle Jones and Stygian [vs.] Robbie Hart and Marcus Silverstone
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A HOSTYLE JONES

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I hadn’t seen Chalida in days, and I hadn’t seen my son neither. I had went back to the house, and I had began taking whatever medication was left in the bottle. Maybe this would straighten me out until I blew off some steam…

I didn’t really know where I was going to go, and as much as Steel had offered, I did not want to be a burden. He was already watching over my sister until I got things straightened out. It didn’t matter, because the two fights with Robbie Hart paid big, and winning the High Impact Championship at Battlegrounds put me in a bigger tax bracket. Money wasn’t an issue, I could stay where I wanted. It wasn’t about what I wanted, it was about what I needed, and what felt comfortable. I felt I had to live a little while I took everything in that has happened in the last month…

My randomness had led me back to Atlantic City, New Jersey- my hometown. I used to run the streets as a young kid to stay away from my alcoholic father, so it only seemed suitable to see if I could find solace and piece of mind there. The only problem was the clutter of fucking Benny’s infested the whole regoin of Atlantic City.

A Benny is a term used in New Jersey for tourists who come from New York to New Jersey in the summer. There had been more over the recent years due to the cock sucking Jersey Shore tv show on MTV. The funny thing was, it attracted tourists from all over the world, and also sky rocketed the number of New Yorkers who came to stay, but the truth is- New Jersey is nothing like that.

Anyway, I walked the streets of Atlantic City during the nighttime hours, looking up at the tall casino buildings glaring into the lights that shined off of them lighting up the cloudy night sky. The commotion of traffic bumper to bumper through the city, and people walking the strip was somewhat calming to my ears. My mind was so burnt out from everything that I had discovered, that I had needed somewhere to unwind. I had my gym bag on my back with some belongings I had took before I left the Jones residence, and I wasn’t about to continue to walk around with them. Also, if I waited any longer, my shot at getting a room at one of the casinos would be nearly impossible due to the holiday.

I made my way into the Taj Mahal, looking for a room to unpack. I had always wanted to stay in the Taj’ and never had gotten the chance. I figured after I unpacked, I would enjoy everything the casino had to offer.

As I approached for a room, I got a couple awkward looks. The receptionist was busy typing information into the computer, so I felt free to look around the building with a quick scan of my eyes while I waited for her to address me…

RECEPTIONIST : How can help you tonight, sir?

I looked at the receptionist, and pulled my wallet from my pocket. I handed her my bank card and replied…

HOSTYLE JONES : I’ll take a room, a suite… Doesn’t matter how much? Right now put me down for one night, but keep my card open- I don’t know how many nights I’m going to end up staying?

The receptionist typed information into the computer. She then swiped my card through, and waited for it to clear for a moment. After it cleared, she swiped another card through the machine to the other side of her, and handed me both cards, explaining the second cards purpose to me, which I had already knew…

RECEPTIONIST : Here you go, Mr. Jones. This card will get you in and out of the parking garage, elevators, and most importantly- your room. If you need any accommodations, don’t hesitate to ring the front desk. We are here to make your stay in Atlantic City as pleasurable as possible. Your room is on the third floor, suite 3- enjoy…

Great, now I can go check into my room, and put my shit down. I had left the Navigator at the Jones residence, more on the strength of my son, not Chalida. What if it was an emergency and she needed to run out? I could not let my son suffer. I had taken a bus, so I really had not gotten a lot of sleep, due to the traveling, constant stops, and number of times I had to switch buses…

As I made my way to the elevator, I browsed with my eyes, almost like I was pre negotiating. I was scoping females, to wonder which ones I would socialize with, and which ones I wouldn’t. I didn’t just mean by looks, I meant by actions and interactions. That was why I was always so crazy, because my mind observed details.

The long legged blonde I could already tell was looking to score big for someone with money. Her eyes were always wondering across the table to the high roller on the end, as she licked her lips and played with her blond locks.

I also paid attention to the tables. I had played in my share of casinos, considering Atlantic City was my hometown. I watched and seen what tables were heating up, and what ones were slowing down. Watching and establishing who was up, not just by chips, but how they carried their spirits at the table.

I continued to watch until I came to the elevator. I didn’t even have to swipe my card, the elevator door had been opening for a couple coming out of the elevator. The way the couple looked at me, I had already knew what the next step was going to be…

MALE : Holy shit, Hostyle Jones!

I nodded at the dude, as his wife looked me up and down. Some women are just foul, what can I say. I had to give her a second glace for a moment as well, but I turned back to face her boyfriend in an attempt not to be rude…

MALE : Bro, we gotta’ get a picture…

The girlfriend shrugged, already knowing what was next. She began to pull her phone from her purse as her boyfriend walked up to me. He extended his arm as I shook his hand. I love how excited my fans get. It makes me know that they are true fans. His girlfriend set up the phone and extended it in our direction, getting ready to take the picture. We posed as the flash went off on the phone. The mans girlfriend looked at the photo, nodding in agreement as she saved it to her phone.

The girlfriend smirked at me and eyed me down.

MALE : Thanks bro, I’m Mark, this is my fiancée, Tina. What are you doing here, though?

HOSTYLE JONES : I’m enjoying the holiday…

Tina had walked over and whispered in Mark’s ear. He looked at her, and then looked at me…

MARK : Well, I mean we’re going to be down here, probably by the Blackjack table. If you’re coming down and you would like to join us, you could meet us there.

I nodded my head and turned and put my card in the elevator as they walked off. The elevator door opened up once more. I stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the third floor.

As I exit the elevator, I stared at the sign right in front of me on the wall. It directed me to the left for rooms seven thru one. So I began to head in that direction peering from left to right…

Seven

Six

Five

Four

Three…

How ironic, the third door on the third floor, room three. I know it didn’t really mean anything, but it was ironic none the less. I swiped my card to the room and opened the door…

The room was great. I walked through the living room, and entered the master bedroom. I walked over to the baseboard and tossed my bag on top of the bed. I looked around the bedroom, and then unzipped my bag. I pulled out the High Impact Championship and laid it out on the bed, and then began to rummage through my bag collecting my supplies for a shower and a fresh pair of clothes. After gathering everything together, I walked toward the back of the bedroom, entering the bathroom…

I hit the casino later that night after I had gotten all my things situated. Chalida was blowing my cell phone up like crazy, personally I could give a shit what she wanted. I had put my ringer on vibrate, but as I was walking around on the casino floor in the Taj Mahal, something told me to check it. As I did I noticed a missed call from Yuko. I opened up the keypad and dialed the number. After a few rings Yuko picked up…

STEEL ANGEL : Jones, Chalida is ringing my phone non stop, where the hell are you and what are you doing.

HOSTYLE JONES : Steel, I’m taking vacation, bro. I’m in Atlantic City at the Taj Mahal, I just need some time to think about things.

STEEL ANGEL : Yeah, I know all about it, but you got to keep working. You’re the High Impact Champion now!

HOSTYLE JONES : I understand this, I’m just unwinding, bro.

STEEL ANGEL : Ok, there is a chance that you will see Duke Dice there too? That man loves to gamble.

HOSTYLE JONES : Ok, well how’s Marley?

STEEL ANGEL : She’s fine, don’t worry about anything, I will see you next week.

I hung up the phone, and put it back in my pocket. All the commotion through the casino made it difficult to talk, so I’m glad the conversation wasn’t that long. I continued to make my way around the casino, watching people lose their hard earned money in the slot machines, until I came to the tables. I watched a quick game of Roulette, and then centered my attention over at the Blackjack tables. I caught glimpse of the couple I had seen earlier, and from a quick glance, I could tell they were up.

I approached the couple, as Mark looked up at me and nodded…

MARK: Hostyle Jones, I’m glad you came down. Right now it seems that we had hit some hot luck!!

I sat in an unoccupied chair next to Mark and Tina, I caught Tina giving me another look from the corner of her eyes. I leaned back in the chair, and then I began to watch, and observe…

MARK : Hit Me!!

The dealer flipped a card, giving Mark nineteen. The dealer was one shy on eighteen, and the other three people at the table either bust, or were nowhere close. I watched Mark look at Tina out of the corner of his eye with a smirk as he raked the chips into his side of the table.

I continued to watch the next game unfold, as I noticed a flashy executive type man at the end of the tables whisper something to the pit boss. As I looked back at Tina and Mark, I noticed the signal, and after that I knew there was a situation…

Tina was counting cards for her boyfriend, if they even were boyfriend and girlfriend. It seemed as if they were in a state of greed, and they did not notice that the pit boss was onto them. I focused on the table for a minute. Mark turned to me and spoke.

MARK : Sure you don’t want to get dealt in next game?

HOSTYLE JONES : I’m good.

I continued to watch as the dealer went around the table. I seen the high classed man, probably the head of the house, as he walked away…

MARK : Stay..

The pit boss began to make his way toward the table…

PIT BOSS : I’m sorry, but this hand is over, and this table is closed.

The pit boss looked in my direction…

PIT BOSS : You three, stay right here.

Fuck, they actually thought that I was in on this? Run ins with some pit bosses in Atlantic City was absolute hell. Even with my tolerance to pain, if you catch the wrong pit boss, their methods could be pretty violent.

The pit boss looked at all three of us, and from the look on Mark’s face, one would assume he had just shit his pants. As the table cleared out, and the pit boss motioned for the dealer to head back to the counting cage, he spoke once more.

PIT BOSS : Counting cards? All three of you get up and follow me!

Normally, it takes a group of three to count cards, but I was no third wheel. I had paid so much attention to the pit boss that I had not gotten a chance to notice who their third man could have been giving signals from somewhere in the area. I knew the pit boss wouldn’t believe this, and by now they have probably ran the security footage and seen me bump into the couple earlier. There was no choice, I had to keep my mouth shut for the time being, and go down with their sinking ship.

We all stood up remotely at the same time as two more brute looking individuals come walking toward us. We began to follow the pit boss with his goons lingering behind us. The pit boss occasionally looked back as we followed to make sure no one tried to flee. As we walked, we got awkward stares from individuals gambling throughout the casino.

We approached a door, where the pit boss pressed a buzzer and looked up at the camera right above the door. A few moments later a buzz echoed once more, and the pit boss pushed the door open.

We proceeded through a narrow brick hallway leading to another door. As the pit boss opened the next door, everything changed. The room no longer looked like a casino. Mesh fencing was plastered against the wall of the dimly lit room. Stains of blood rest by the set of chairs where previous violators had received ass whoopings.

A the pit bosses goons entered the room, closing the door and locking it behind them…

CRACK…

The pit boss smashed me across the face with a heavy right hook, causing me to stumble backwards, as the two goons grabbed the couple as began to restrain them to the chairs. I looked up at the pit boss who dawned a wicked smile as he back handed me in the mouth causing me to stumble back farther, hitting the mesh fencing. I looked back up at the pit boss wiping the blood from my mouth with the same wicked expression across my own face…

HOSTYLE JONES : I have nothing to do with this. You don’t wanna get yourself into this, trust me. I’m just trying to have fun and clear my head.

I looked around as the goons finished restraining the couple to the chair. The pit boss nodded as they began to walk in my direction…

PIT BOSS : To fight would be foolish…

One of the goons charged at me as I ducked my head from his swinging fist. The second goon then kicked me in the back of my kneecap, causing me to drop to one knee. The pit boss grabbed a chain that hung off of a hanger on the mesh fencing. He then grunted as he wrapped the chain around his hands and extended it outward. I struggled back up to my feet, only to get kicked in the back of my other knee causing me to stumble and drop back down to one knee. I felt one of the pit bosses goons push me to the ground from behind.

As I got to all fours the pit boss stepped over me and wrapped the chain around my neck in an attempt to choke me out. I began to struggle to my feet, lifting the pit boss on my back. I stumbled back knocking the pit boss into mesh fencing. As the chain loosened, he swung me to the side, sending me sliding to the floor.

After that the two goons rushed me, and began kicking me in the ribs. This was until a knock came at the door.

The two goons held my arms down using their weight as restraint as the pit boss unlocked the door. The man who was talking to the pit boss entered the room eyeing the couple down. He then looked down at me and shook his head as the pit boss closed the door and locked it once more…

HEAD OF HOUSE : You try to come into this casino, and take from me?

The goons began to lift me to my knees as the head of house smacked me across my face. I looked down for a moment, and then I looked back up, laughing.

HEAD OF HOUSE : You think that this is funny?

The head of house backhanded me once more, while I heard the pit boss getting the chain ready. I squirmed my arms trying to free myself from the goons.

HEAD OF HOUSE : And, you two- just sit and watch. We like to break the tougher ones down first.

The pit boss walked over to me as the head of house rolled up his sleeves and took his watch off. The pit boss began to choke the chain around my neck again as the goons let me go and began to kick me in my sides I looked up at the head of house giggling…

HOSTYLE JONES : I tried to be nice, but oh am I going to fuck you up…

The head of house punched me across the face, causing blood to flow from a cut opening at the top of my eyebrow. I spit the blood from my mouth at the head of houses shoes as the pit boss continued to choke me with the chain. Tina screamed in fright as the pit boss cocked his hand back and struck me in the mouth once more…

HEAD OF HOUSE : Shut your mouth, bitch!

The pit boss released the chains from my neck so that I wouldn’t black out, and stepped off of me, leaving me face first on the ground. I began to crawl to all fours watching the blood drip down past my eye and onto the concrete floor. I began to laugh once more as I looked at the pit boss.

HOSTYLE JONES : You’re a pussy…

The pit bosses face flush red with anger as he charged back toward me. The head of house stopped him with a small smirk on his face…

HEAD OF HOUSE : Lift him up.

The two goons began to walk toward me. My eyes were kind of blurred from both blood and sweat, but I still proceeded to crawl. The two goons lifted me to my feet and clenched my arms. I pressed myself forward and let their own strength lunge them forward.

HOSTYLE JONES : I’m- REALLY going to fuck you up.

With my left hand I raked the one goon in the eye, and pushed him into the pit boss as he charged toward me. The second goon had swung a left hook at me. I refused to let him hit me, ducking under his hook, I kneed him in his stomach and threw him to the wall. The pit boss caught me from behind, lifting me up and slamming me to the concrete floor.

I rolled over about the same time as he tried to head butt me, causing him to smack his head against the concrete floor. I rolled the pit boss over and then bit his face in a beast type fashion, twisting and turning my neck, trying to shed flesh from his frame.

The head of house darted toward the door as I climbed off of the pit boss. The blood squirted from the pit bosses nose as I took a piece of it with me, spitting it out as I returned to my feet.

I pushed the door shut as the head of house went to open it, and with my free hand I smashed his face into the door. He turned around and dove toward me. Without thinking I stepped my knee into his path, causing my knee to collide with his forehead.

The pit boss began to get up holding his nose, so I picked the chain up from the concrete floor. I wrapped the chain around my fist, and knocked his ass out with a heavy left handed hook.

I walked toward the door, as for Mark and Tina- I left them there. After all they were the reason I got my ass whooped. I looked back at them as I grabbed the door and wiped the blood from my eye. I knew that I had to leave the casino as quick as I could, because things were about to get crazy, and not too many match the description when it comes to multi-colored hair. I began to walk through the hallway with my hands cupping my ribs. I could feel the cracked rib digging my skin. I made it to the door, and pushed it open with my body weight, nearly falling to the casino floor.

As everyone looked at me, I leaned on the wall to regain my composure for a second, a few people began to run up to me as a couple screamed and began to dart off in panic. I turned and limped toward the elevators before anyone could get close. Wiping the blood from my eye as I went. When I reached the elevator, I swiped my card and to my luck the door sprung open almost immediately.

I pushed myself forward in the elevator and dropped to one knee once inside the elevator. Pressing the third floor button rapidly until the door closed.

When the door closed, I pulled the bloody shirt from my body, ripping a sleeve off to put over my head to stop the blood from blurring my vision. The rest of the shirt I had wrapped around my ribs tightly to hold them in place. I leaned back in the elevator taking a deep breath before the door opened.

As the door opened I quickly limped from the elevator, and down the hall toward my room. I had to grab my shit, and I had to get out of dodge until this thing calmed down. I was beat the fuck up, I couldn’t even shower and take time to rest and mend my wounds. That’s so much for coming to the city to find a piece of mind. I didn’t know where I was going to go, but the night was still young when it comes to Atlantic City, and there was many places in the area to stay low and unnoticed. I had choices and I was going to find the best place. One with a bathroom, where I could clean my wounds. Luckily they hadn’t taken my wallet, so I still had my things. The only problem was I was beat up, and right now I was probably being looked for in the casino. I didn’t have any time to waste, or to think. I would figure it out on the road, because in a situation, winging it was the only thing that I could do…

… To be continued

SHOOT

The arena for an IWF house show in Virginia is jam packed, and the anticipation for the conclusion of the show is running wild. The lights begin to flicker, and static fills the big screen. The static fades, as the arena goes completely black following by a huge blast of pyrotechnics in front of the entrance ramp. The lights brighten to a faint state of dimness as teal smoke begins to emerge from the entrance ramp.

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Immortal by Adema blares through the arena speakers...

Hostyle Jones steps out onto the entrance ramp with a little erythematic sway to the music. He looks around dressed in an affliction t shirt and a pair of light blue faded jeans. He does not dawn any face paint, but yes, he has the IWF High Impact Championship around his waist. He begins to jog and jump around to the music at the top of the entrance ramp, and then begins to walk down the ramp still swaying to the music. He walks to the side of the railings, slapping five with the kids in the audience…

Hostyle gets to the ringside area and slides into the ring. He hops up and paces around the ring. Hostyle Jones climbs the turnbuckles and looks out into the arena, all while motioning with his right hand for a microphone from the time keeper. The fans roar with excitement as the lights in the arena come on once more. Hostyle jumps down from the ring post, and then takes the microphone from the timekeeper. He looks out into the audience while pacing around the ring. Then he begins to talk…

HOSTYLE : Umm.. I’m going to start with the first thing that comes to my mind. Obviously, it’s the fact that I captured the High Impact Championship in a two week fight that had me and Robbie Hart putting everything we had on the line. You know, I could come out here week after week, and I could fight Robbie Hart over and over, and there would always be a different finish to an always intense match. Well, once again this week at Battlegrounds I fight Robbie Hart once more. This time, it’s another tag team match, and it’s not with my partner Steel Angel. When I come out to the ring this week, I will be staring across the ring at Robbie Hart and Marcus Silverstone, and I will look to my side and I will see the “Star Destroyer” Stygian!

Hostyle looks around the arena as a mixed reaction brews throughout the stands…

HOSTYLE : Yes, I don’t know what to make of this, and I would be lying if I said that I’m not going to be looking over my shoulder, because we know Stygian’s stand point on partners. I do believe that we are men though, and I do believe in a humane world- men do their job? Meaning we both have an agenda, and we’re both going to come out there and get done what needs to be done? The thing is though- this IS NOT a humane world. Sometimes in this world, it gets cruel.

HOSTYLE : Don’t mistaken me saying I’m going to be cautious of my partner with I’m worried about my partner, because that’s not the case. Like I said, we are men, and if it comes to it- I can handle myself either way…

Hostyle Jones embraces the irruption that comes along with his comments, as he unstraps the High Impact Championship with a smirk across his face and tosses it over his shoulders.

HOSTYLE : Stygian, I understand you want Robbie Hart- me and Robbie’s business is still far from over. So, don’t just expect to be the only one focusing on the pretty boy assassin, because you won’t be. Just because I took his belt from him does not make this over. As I said, I could fight Robbie Hart every week!

HOSTYLE : Next, when it comes down to it, I’m familiar with Robbie Hart. As much as I think about it, I am not familiar with Marcus Silverstone. The only thing I can really recall is that after I softened Syco Angel up, he ended his career. Another thing I could say is that I don’t really like him. You see, I don’t like The Natural Law, because they think they can get the edge on my partner. I have remained silent for a while, but the silence is broken…

Hostyle Jones face gives off an aurora of seriousness. The crowd can almost sense the sinister rage…

HOSTYLE : Marcus, I am going to give you a Hostyle ass-whooping and show the rest of Natural Law why they ‘have to’ single out my partner and leave me out of the mix, but if you haven’t noticed by now- me and steel are more like family. When you mess with my family, you get Hostyle Jones as well. Syco knew that before you ended him, if he was alive today he would be living proof.

HOSTYLE : Let me explain something. Natural Law, is going to be another Upper Limit. They will be done before they even started. They might have dominated at Ragnarok, but trust me- opposing elements cause friction. This week is going to be a wake up call, because like I said I am breaking the silence…

Hostyle Jones paces around in thought for a moment looking down at the ring mat. He beings to speak as he looks up into the arena stands…

HOSTYLE : I’m going ape shit on Robbie Hart and Marcus Silverstone this week, and let’s just hope Stygian is on the same page? After winning the High Impact Championship, I have some big shoes to fill! Not big in a sense, but big in a sense, because it took so long for the IWF to find competition good enough to face Robbie Hart! Now is where it all starts, because anyone can take a championship belt. The question remains can you take the championship belt and run with the same momentum? I know what I am capable of, and it’s time that I give the IWF fans what they’ve been waiting for.

HOSTYLE : This week, I’m putting my foot in asses, demanding respect and taking it IF NECESSARY. Believe me, the Natural Law has the IWF locker room fooled. They get kicks out of strength in numbers and mind games. Well, I’m about to show em’ that Hostyle is the master of the mind. I am the master of the mind, and the master of deception. My brain is not right, don’t get me wrong- Very damn sadistically clever, but by all means it’s not right.

HOSTYLE : Trust me, this is going far beyond Heroes Also Die, the road from here on out, all the way through From The Ashes is going to be messy! Marcus Silverstone and Robbie Hart are going to be the first to feel my wraith as the new High Impact Champion! I am the new face of the IWF! It is time to put all the questions and doubts to rest. It starts this week!

Hostyle Jones drops the microphone as his music begins to play through the PA system once more. He walks to the end of the ring and rolls out through the bottom ropes. He begins to walk up the ramp but stops and turns around. He runs toward the barricade doing a stage dive into the IWF audience with the High Impact Championship as he gets crowd surfed through the arena before going to a commerical break…

OOC NOTE : DUE TO THE WEEK BOGGLE THIS WAS WRITTEN AROUND FOURTH OF JULY SO ASSUME THIS AND PT 2 TAKE PLACE AROUND THEN, EXCEPT FOR THE SHOOTS OF COURSE

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Hostyle Jones and Stygian [vs.] Robbie Hart and Marcus Silverstone Alves4502

July 6th 2012
Los Angeles, California
A Favor

Pulling up to the Giordano home in LA, I wasn’t sure what to expect. I tired every other option available to get up enough money to put together a legal team that could see through Vanessa’s bullshit. But after my mother turned her back on me and my trail was less then two weeks away. I was pretty much out of choices. I understood the can of drama this meeting was going to open up. My mother wasn’t going to be happy about me reaching out to another “family” and Anna Stone and I haven’t been the best of friends as of late.

I put the car in park and took a quick look into the review mirror; my face was bruised and stitched up from the last two battles against Hostyle Jones. Reaching for a pair of sunglasses, in hopes it would make me look a little less like the son of Frankenstein.

It didn’t

Getting out of my car and taking one look at the massive house in front of me, was almost enough to intimidate me. The place looked like something Tony Montana would call home. It made the Hart Mansion look like a fucking condo. There was palm tree’s all over the front yard; the driveway was big enough to park a fleet of cars in. Walking up to the massive front doors, I was seriously regretting handing over my father’s crime family to my mother.

Standing in front of the doors, I made one last adjustment to my polo shirt and khaki shorts, before ringing the door bell. Standing there I was nervous like a motherfucker, I’ve seen these types of meetings go two ways growing up around my father. I kept telling myself to keep my cool; the last thing I wanted to look like was like the men who came to our home.

They always looked like they were shitting themselves

Before I could reach for the door bell, the massive oak doors opened up and a 7 foot giant looking motherfucker stood there dressed like the dapper don himself. Even this early in the afternoon, and in this LA Heat wave, the guy was handsomely dressed in a tailored Kasper business-gray suit, with matching gray fedora with a black silk band. A gold cross hung from his neck, and both his pinky fingers had diamonds the size of my eye balls.

So much for not shitting my self

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘I’m here to see Mr. Giordano’

..:: Giordano Protection ::..
“If Mr. Giordano, expecting you?”

The guy was giving me the once over, deciding if he should fuck me up or let me in. Guess the sunglasses weren’t working.

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘Names Robbie Hart, I’m pretty sure Mr. Giordano’s expecting me’

At least I was hoping he was still expecting me. For all I know this could have been a set up. A chance for Anna’s new boyfriend to get revenge for dragging his ol’ ladies name through the mud a couple of weeks ago. A fact I should have thought about a little more before coming to this meeting. It was times like this I really hated Vanessa for putting me through this bullshit

..:: Giordano Protection ::..
“The wrestler right? Come on in, Mr. Giordano waiting for you in his office”

The goon drops the stone-cold killer expression and instantly becomes my best friend. He puts his massive hand on my back and walks me into the mansion. The inside of the house was just as breath taking as the outside. Statues made by some of the world’s greatest artist lettered the home, Two massive Victorian style stairs floated down from the upstairs, the tiles were imports from Italy, it was clear everything inside the home was costumed ordered for the godfather of LA.

The monkey, who walked me inside, must have seen my expression

..:: Giordano Protection ::..
“Only the best for Mr. Giordano, The office is this way, down the hall”

I followed him down the hallway; the walls were covered with pictures of Giancarlo Giordano and his family rubbing elbows with the rich and famous. I spotted a picture of Gianni, Mr. Giordano’s son and Anna Stone’s boyfriend.

..:: Giordano Protection ::..
“That’s Gianni, but I’m sure you already knew that. I gotta admit I never seen Gianni so pissed off like he was after he heard what you said about Anna. To be honest, I’m surprise the old man’s meeting with you.”

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘I’m still recovering from the ass kicking Anna gave me from my words.’

..:: Giordano Protection ::..
“You sure did, Gianni’s watched it a hundred times. Each time it always put a smile on the kid’s face”

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘Glad someone found it entertaining’

We walked into a waiting room type of area; there were a group of guys sitting around a card table. There was another guy who I assumed was a solider for Giancarlo. He was sitting next to the office doors, reading about the Los Angeles Dodgers from a local newspaper. He was half the size of the giant that walked me this far, his hair had a copper look to it, mixed with a touch of gray. His skin matched the cooper tone of his hair.

..:: Card playing Solider ::..
“That college kid still hasn’t paid his debt yet.”

Another guy took a hard look at his hand, fully concentrating but still fully apart of the conversation

..:: Card player #2 ::..
“So where do we start looking for him?”[/color]

[b]..:: Card playing Solider ::..
“I don’t know. I guess we go up to U.S.C and see if he’d on campus”

A 3rd player started laughing

..:: 3rd Card player ::..
“Jesus H. Christ, that’s all the world needs. Little Eddie goes to college! That’s like me sending my wife to cooking school”

..:: Card player #2 ::..
“Yeah, if my mother heard I was going to college, she’d have a cow.”

..:: Card playing solider ::..
“Eddie, I think she already did!”

Everybody laughed again.

..:: Card player #2 ::..
“What are you talking? You saying my diet book I’m following ain’t working? Fuck you, I lost about two pounds yesterday!”

My tour guide pipe in as we walked into the room

..:: Giordano Protection ::..
“Sure you did”

..:: Card Player #2 ::..
“I did, swear to fucking god. I lost the two pounds when I threw away that fucking diet book!”

The 3rd guy tossed down the cards in frustration.

..:: 3rd Card player ::..
“Fuck this shit. You guys wanna play some cards or you wanna be fucking comedians?”

They nudge each other, as the guy sitting by the door looked up at the giant and myself

..:: Giordano Solider ::..
“Hey Mikey, when you gonna start shrinking? I swear every time you walk in here, you grow three more feet.”

..:: Giordano Protection ::..
“I’ll stop growing when you stop tanning, your starting to look like a Jersey Shore cast off”

All the guys in the room had a good laugh; this was something I was used to. No matter who ran the family, there would always be guys busting each others balls. I was instantly brought back to the days when I was a kid, hanging out with my grandfather at the social club in Philadelphia. I remember it very well; I remember the feeling of being someplace very special. From the first day I was there everything about it felt comfortable. Being my grandfather’s grandson meant that people were always brining me small gifts as a way of showing their respect for him. But that was with my family.

That was in Philadelphia, and this was L.A.

The guy reading the paper took a hard look at me.

..:: Giordano Solider ::..
“Who’s your girlfriend?”

..:: Giordano Protection ::..
“This is Robbie Hart, he’s here to see the boss”

He folded up his newspaper and took a better look at me. Wasn’t sure if he was sizing me up or just hard of seeing

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘How’s it going mang?’

He smirked, but didn’t get up to offer his hand, so I didn’t bother extending it. I wasn’t here to make friends.

..:: Giordano Solider ::..
“You’re early, Mr. Giordano’s handling some things. You can wait inside; I’ll let him now you’re here.”

The one named Mikey opened the door of the office, I gave the solider another nod as I walked into the massive room. Mikey didn’t follow me in; instead he closed the French doors behind me. The whole room looked like something straight out of a Martin Scorsese movie. There was a massive window behind the Italian granite desk that overlooked the garden of the estate.

Expensive-looking paintings hung up all over the walls, the desk was littered with more pictures of the entire Giordano family. I even spotted a picture of Anna and Gianni. Looking at that picture I suddenly had second thoughts about reaching out for help. But there was nothing, and no one I could reach out to.

It was either this or shower time with some convicts.

..:: Giancarlo Giordano ::..
“She’s a very special girl.”

Giancarlo was walking into the office, I put the picture of Anna and Gianni back down on the desk. I turned towards Giancarlo

..:: Giancarlo Giordano ::..
“She’s managed to not only win my son’s heart, but mine’s as well.”

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘She sure is something.’

He walks over to his bar, and pours two glass of scotch. I sensed even if I wasn’t a drinker, I wouldn’t be allowed to deny Giancarlo’s hospitality.

..:: Giancarlo Giordano ::..
“Anna’s not going to be happy about us meeting, I’m also sure my son’s gonna throw a fit as will. But I run this family, and it wouldn’t be as successful if I let personal repercussions get in the way of golden opportunities.”

Giancarlo walked over to me and handed me a glass, before making his way around to his seat behind his desk.

..:: Giancarlo Giordano ::..
“Please have a seat. We have much to talk about.”

I pulled out one of the chairs he had lined up in front of his desk, and took a seat. He took a sip from his glass, all the while never taking his eyes off me.

..:: Giancarlo Giordano ::..
“Looks like you got yourself some legal trouble.”

I wasn’t surprised he heard about my troubles before I even gotten the chance to tell him. It was all over TMZ, and every other celebrity dirt sheet. I was sure Prez Hilton even ran his own version about what happened that night in NYC. None of these reports gotten my side of the story, to the tabloids I was the new Chris Brown.

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘Just a little’

..:: Giancarlo Giordano ::..
“Before we go any further with this meeting, I must know the truth. Did you hit Vanessa Rocsi? I mean no disrespect, but considering you family background I’m sure you understand me asking.”

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘I didn’t hit Vanessa. I went there to apologize, and that’s all that happened.’

He took another sip before speaking

..:: Giancarlo Giordano ::..
“I believe you, but what I am wondering is why are you sitting in front of me looking for help instead of your mother.”

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘She doesn’t have the time to help me out. To be honest, she has her hands full in Philadelphia’

..:: Giancarlo Giordano ::..
“I can only imagine, I’m sure things haven’t been easier for her with your grandfather and father both passing away. I once tried to do business with your father a few years ago, I presented him with a opportunity that would have benefited both are families. He turned down my offer, and ever since that day I always hope the lines of communication between LA and Philly would reopen.”

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘Hate to break this to you, but I have nothing to do with what’s going on out there in Philly.’

..:: Giancarlo Giordano ::..
“Your last name is Hart, you’ll always be connected”

I wasn’t thrown off by Giancarlo looking to make a connection to my family. He was a smart man, and he was looking for some collateral or a way for me to pay him back for this favor. I was fully expecting Giancarlo would be wanting something in return, I also understood I wouldn’t know what he wanted until he needed it.

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘I didn’t come out here looking for a handout. When we talked on the phone the numbers were put out there so I could hire a legal team, with a vig of 8%’

..:: Giancarlo Giordano ::..
“Straight to business, you really are Frank’s son.”

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘my apologies’

He smirked as he put his glass down on the desk

..:: Giancarlo Giordano ::..
“No need to apologize, but before we dive head first into all of this. I need to make sure you understand the situation! I’m not talking about repayment, because everyone always pays there debts to me. What I’m talking about is the potential of bullshit that can blow back from your mother.”

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘She turned her back on me. The way I see it, she’s expecting something like this’

..:: Giancarlo Giordano ::..
“I won’t hesitate to bring down your grandfather’s legacy if your mother attempts a war. I’m too old for the bullshit; I’ll simply whip the entire city of Philadelphia right off the fucking map.”

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘Like you said, I have my grandfather’s blood. I have the final say.’

He nods, giving me reassurance that I said what he wanted to hear. Giancarlo was a hard person to read, I’ve been around a lot of people in this lifestyle. Only a handful I couldn’t read, Giancarlo was the hardest.

..:: Giancarlo Giordano ::..
“You’re pretty popular in the wrestling world, I heard a few of my guys talking about you. So I have to wonder why you can’t afford a legal team.”

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘Bad investments’

..:: Giancarlo Giordano ::..
“So let me get this straight, your looking for a loan when you can’t even manage your own money?”

This wasn’t looking good, his face was complex and there was a hint of concern.

..:: Giancarlo Giordano ::..
“Let me cut the shit here, I have no attention on lending you a dime. Reason being simple, I don’t think you can pay it back.”

Right when the words escaped his mouth, I pictured my self wearing a county jumpsuit. It was a picture I was gonna need to get use to. But then the old man did something I never expected. He smiled, before leaning over and pointing a finger at me

..:: Giancarlo Giordano ::..
“But, I will call my team of lawyers. It just so happens they owe me a favor. There the best team in the United States; they’ll make Vanessa’s team look like pro-bono pieces of shit. They’ll make this all go away like it never happened. I’m not just talking about inside the court room, but also with the press. I believe that’s something a man in your profession would love.”

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘You just said you didn’t think I could pay you back?’

..:: Giancarlo Giordano ::..
“This isn’t a loan. I’m calling in a favor; the only thing you’ll owe me is a favor.”

The guy knew he had me by the balls, and he also understood he was making me an offer I couldn’t refuse. Giancarlo sat back in his chair waiting for me to accept his offer or to walk away.

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘What’s the favor?’

..:: Giancarlo Giordano ::..
“I won’t know until I need a favor. You know how this works. So should I make the call or is this meeting done?”

I had no other options

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘You have my number when you need that favor.’

He got up offer the chair, and I followed suit. He extended his hand it was his way of signing the deal done. Without hesitation I shook his hand, I just made a deal with the devil.

..:: Robbie Hart ::..
‘Many thanks Mr. Giordano. I can’t tell you how much this helps’

..:: Giancarlo Giordano ::..
“Glad I could help, just don’t let me regret it.”

I nodded, and finished my glass of scotch, before heading for the doors leading out of the office. Giancarlo sat back down behind his desk, as he picked up the phone. The doors of the office opened before I had the chance to open them. Gianni walked into the room, his eyes locked on me. I didn’t say a word to the kid, the last thing I wanted to do was fuck up my get outta jail free card.

I slide the shades back over my face and kept it moving, Giancarlo’s son did the same. But the expression on his face made it clear he wasn’t thrilled with Robbie and his father meeting. The doors closed behind me

..:: Gianni Giordano ::..
“What the fuck was that all about?”

..:: Giancarlo Giordano ::..
“I’m calling in a favor from our friends at the law office of Bruce Cutler.”

Mr. Giordano started dialing a number, in a few minutes he would have taken care of his part of the agreement, and I could already feel the weight of the world being picked up off my back. Driving away from the Giordano’s version of the white house, I felt relief for the first time in weeks

But in the back of my mind, the celebration gave away to the thought of owning the biggest crime family in Los Angeles history a favor

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♥ ROBBIE HART’S EDITION ♥
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147 days as High Impact Champion

First ever unified Champion

5 Championship Defenses

Both records in IWF that I am almost certain won’t fall for a long time. If you think Hostyle Jones will be able to do what I did for that division then you’re all going to be very disappointed. Not taking anything away from the kid, not gonna mention how the results could have been different if Stygian didn’t make things personal.

Hostyle Jones, is the new High Impact Champion

Hostyle can finally go Ape Shit, after a month long war he has finally tasted IWF gold, a taste I’ve grown accustom to. Hostyle can now brag about having championship gold. He can now brag about how he won at Battle Grounds XLIV and how I came up short. But who the fuck are we kidding?! I lost but whose name is on everyone’s lips? I lost but who is everyone still paying to see? I lost but who is everyone still afraid of?

The future IWF Champion … Robbie Hart

Don’t get it twisted Hostyle. I’m sure you’ll do great as High Impact Champion, just not better then what I did. Sure, every time you go out to the ring you prove time and time again that you’re capable of destroying anything in your path if you’re motivated. You proved it last week when you took advantage of my mistake and pinned me to the matt. See, mang, every time we’ve faced something has been hanging in the balance. Every time we’ve faced we’ve both been motivated. In a motivation factor between you and I… you always won. Let me ask you this, Hostyle

Are you motivated?

What does this match do for you? You already accomplish your championship dream, what does this match do besides sell out the PNC Arena? Does it potentially put another notch in your belt saying you beat me for the second straight week? If you beat me again what does that prove? Better yet, if you beat me again in another tag-team match, what does that prove? That you were better than me again? That you had the better team, again? Who is this win preparing you for? Bragging rights only go so far, mang. So I ask again… what is your motivation?

None? Well, I have tons of it.

I’m on the verge of wrestling in, potentially, the biggest match of my career. It’s a match I wouldn’t dare to go into normally. So when I defeat you this time, I’ll have the biggest momentum of my career going into a match people think I won’t be able to win. After I beat you I’ll be one step closer to killing the hype of the Star destroyer, Stygian. After I beat you I can get this monkey off of the Insurgency’s back that’s been there since he decided to get serious again

That’s my motivation.

I know you’re going to bring your best game at Battle Grounds, you always do. I know that once my music hits you’ll get pumped up and your priorities will get out of line. You’ll see me and think in your head ‘I’ve got him beat’ but that is where you are wrong. You’ll see me walking down that entrance ramp, smoke lifting up behind me and you will start to doubt yourself. All this ape shit talk will break down and there will be cracks in your almighty armor. You’ll pace back and forth in the ring while I gleam at you and you gleam at me. This is a different gleam from what you’re used to seeing. This is the gleam of the pretty boy assassin, the decepticon, The Star destroyer Killer …

Then it will be I who has the edge.

You aren’t going to be a stepping stone to my match with Stygian. This is merely a match to show kid that everything he thinks he knows about me is wrong. This is a match to showcase that when it’s time for a pay per view, I don’t lose.

After a month long, I’ve got you figured out. The last two weeks I’ve seen everything you got. And last week you pulled off something I didn’t think would ever happen, you beat the greatest High Impact Champion of all time. You got the upper-hand on me but you have to understand that your kind of consistency is your downfall.

You can create new finishing moves and use them but when you use them every single week on someone… that person starts to figure them out. That person starts to learn how you position your body and where you apply pressure. I know you have a counter to almost everything I got, Hostyle, and just think… I now have counters to both your signature maneuvers.

I’ll have you all knotted up soon enough.

You’re a rookie in the spotlight, mang. I don’t see why you don’t realize this. You’re fine when you’re on the under-card but when you step into the spotlight you sweat. When you step into the spotlight with a main event veteran, like myself, you try and see how that person holds up under pressure. Hostyle, I’ve been under the spotlight for a very long time.

You’re never going to be at the level that I am at

And after this week, are rivalry can rest, with me getting the last laugh. Then we can close our book for a while. I got a world Championship to win. After this week you can go team up with Steel Angel and dominate the tag team circuit, I hear there vacant and hiring.

Stygian, what you see at Battle Grounds is nothing but a taste of what your gonna get come Heroes Also Die! No doubt you’ve been on a tear since you rape the company for every penny you could get and came back. But I haven’t lost a pay per view match in the last 6 months!

Come Heroes Also Die II, I will be willing to use everything in my power to destroy your dominating legacy. I will be willing to put you in the One Bad Dream and call it a day. I will be willing to spin you around, like I did to your partner countless times before with the Broken and come out the victor. I just hope your brainwashed bimbos are ready for a lot of blood shed. I hope your brainwashed threesome bimbos are ready to see the reality of this business. I hope your brainwashed fans are ready to see your brains washed all over my boots as I take your meaningless championship high in the air. It will glimmer in the lights and that’s the point where I’ll peel off my designer shades and hand them to you. I don’t want you to go blind, Stygian

I want you to see me walking over your carcass

I want you to see how a company should be run with greatness at the helm. I want you to see me move on to the next phase. I want you to see that all your talk and grandeur about picking up Hostyle’s scraps last week with that baneblade it will mean jack shit when your Star gets destroyed and you fall to the back of the line

I also fully understand that you would kill for my spot on the totem pole. You just retired another legend, I just lost my High Impact championship, yet who’s closer to a legit World Championship title match? Go ahead and carry that useless championship, I’ll be busy winning the real thing to notice

I’ve done more in and for this business than you can ever imagine. I’ve beaten the life out of more people than you can face. I’ve destroyed careers quicker than you can acknowledge a pussy that’s right in front of your face. I don’t care what you say, I don’t care about who’s on your list. Take a second to look at what I’ve done? I won championships while you were collecting unemployment.

What have you really done in this business? You taken out guys who already had a foot out the door? Please. I killed a wrestling legend, not some guy who had success in two promotions, I’m talking about a world famous, motherfucking legend. I killed Frank Hart. I didn’t let him give a retirement speech; I didn’t hug it out for brownie points. I left him six feet deep; now that’s how you destroy a star!

In this world, brownie points get you nothing. In this world it’s all about what you can do to change things. You’ve been in this business longer then me, Stygian, and possibly longer. What have you done to change anything? I changed a whole championship division; put the High Impact title back on the map! And after this week and after Heroes Also Die I’ll change you too. I’ll change your thought process and I’ll change the way you wrestle. Hell, Stygian, if I have to make your career just like everyone else’s then fine.

Just don’t expect me to forget it

This week should be entertaining; it should also be a fucking blood bath. Say what you want about Natural Law but there the hottest ticket in the insurgency. Marcus Silverstone is apart of that ticket. The way I see it, this week is about two men going against a growing army!

Like it or not Marcus comes as a joint package

And the kid can pull out surprises, just ask Ryan Apollos

The end of the day, I got a partner who is ready to take his game to the next level. I don’t have to have eyes in the back of my head, can Hostyle and Stygian say the same thing?

My best Hostyle Jones impression
“I would be lying if I said that I’m not going to be looking over my shoulder, because we know Stygian’s stand point on partners.”

Didn’t think so

Guest

HOSTYLE JONES EXCLUSIVE

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After the incident at the Taj Mahal I had laid low in an all night diner in Atlantic City. I had used the sink in the bathroom to clean up my battle wounds the best I could, I had also used it to change into some fresh clothes.

After I wondered out of the bathroom, I found a table that was unoccupied in the back of the diner. I put my bag on the floor under the table, and laid my head down on the table. I began to close my eyes. I had really wanted to sleep, but I knew it wouldn’t be long before I would be disturbed by a waitress asking me what I had wanted…

Sure enough, a waitress had come over to serve me, causing me to open my eyes and lift my head up.

WAITRESS: Happy fourth of July, I’m Meghan, I’ll be your--

As she looked up, I could already tell she was stunned…

MEGHAN : Oh my, you look like you’ve been through hell?

I’m sure she was referring the cuts and bruises across my face. What else could I say?

HOSTYLE JONES : Yeah, rough night!

She smirked, and I had already known what her next question was going to be. I answered it with the most common answer you could give when you’re at a diner in the ass crack of day…

HOSTYLE JONES : Can I get a coffee…

Meghan smiled…

MEGHAN : Anything to eat??

HOSTYLE JONES : No, I just need a place to gather myself, if you don’t mind?

She understood, as she put her notepad away, and began to walk back over to the kitchen and serving area to fetch me a coffee…

I laid my head back down on the table for a moment, before straightening myself up. As I sat up straight in my chair, I noticed that Meghan was looking at me. I didn’t know if she was still surprised from my face being a little beaten or bruised, or maybe she never seen a person with rainbow colored hair?

A few moments later she had returned with my coffee. Taking a closer look at me, she began to talk…

MEGHAN : Ya’ know… I know you!

I looked up from the table as she said that while placing the cup of coffee in front of me. With a smirk on my face, I answered her back…

HOSTYLE JONES : Do you now?

MEGHAN : Of course I do, I’ve only lived down the road from here my whole life. I went to school with you… Christian, right?

I nodded my head as I grabbed for the sugar. I started to pour the sugar in, and I must have looked a bit crazy to Meghan, with the amount of sugar I had dumped in the cup? I really needed a pick me up after my night, though. I was back off drugs after the incident with Chalida, and I wasn’t going to have a shot at four-thirty in the morning. The sugar rush would do just fine. I looked up at her and examined her closely, trying to remember her from all those years ago…

I wasn’t going to lie to her, so I said exactly what I thought…

HOSTYLE JONES : You’re fine enough to remember, but I don’t remember, it’s been a long time.

She looked at me with a smile.

MEGHAN : Yea, it defiantly has been. The is thing anyone remembers of you around here burning your old mans bungalow down?

HOSTYLE JONES : Yeah, my old man- was a scumbag…

MEGHAN : I know, I didn’t mean to offend you?

She really didn’t offend me, anyone who was in this town back in those days knew that my father was a piece of shit. There was never a good moment with him. I looked at her, and I could see the worried look in her eyes.

MEGHAN : I’m sorry…

I took a page from my partner Steel’s text book. The part where he would raise his hand in the air as a sign of no worries, basically telling Meghan to settle down…

HOSTYLE JONES : Please, don’t be…

Meghan looked at me for a moment more, and then bit her lip before speaking…

MEGHAN : Well, I get off in twenty minutes. It looks like you could use a shower and a patch up? I only live right down the block.

HOSTYLE JONES : That would be good.

MEGHAN : Ok then…

Meghan walked off and went back to work. I proceeded to drink my coffee…

It wasn’t long before Meghan had got off, and before I knew it I was back out on the streets of Atlantic City with my duffle bag strapped across my shoulder. Meghan and I began to walk along the sidewalk, as I looked into the bumper to bumper traffic for the fourth. It was always packed. The sun was just beginning to peak over the landscape of casinos in the distance. After we walked to the end of the block, we came to an apartment building where Meghan pushed the buzzer on the door causing the door to the building to open.

It was kind of run down, but it wasn’t anything that I was not used to as we made our way through the lobby to the stairwell. You could hear an infant crying in one of the rooms below as we walked up the first flight.

After coming up a few more flights of stairs, we turned out into the hallway on the fifth floor, and continued to walk a distance before Meghan stopped at her apartment door. She lifted her pocketbook and began to look through it, reaching for her keys I would suppose, and just as I thought- I was right…

Meghan pulled out her keys and stuck them in the door, causing the key ring to rattle as she turned the door handle. She opened her arm and directed me into her room as if to offer me in…

MEGHAN : It’s not much, but it’s home…

I walked in…

She was wrong it was much. Even though the building was rundown, she managed to make sure that her apartment looked good.

I entered the apartment as she followed behind me, closing the door. Once in the living room, Meghan walked over to the air conditioning unit in the window and proceeded to turn it on. She turned back around and looked at me…

MEGHAN : The bathroom is straight down the hall and to the right. The towel closet is the closet next to the bathroom…

After getting out of the shower, I could already smell the eggs cooking and hear the turkey bacon sizzling in the pan through the door. I began to scramble through my bag as I dried myself off with the towel.

I threw one of my Sullen t shirts, and a pair of Dickies shorts, and proceeded to make my way out into the hallway. As I walked through the hall, I came out into the living room and looked directly across. Meghan turned her head to look back at me…

MEGHAN : I hope you’re hungry?

I guess I couldn’t turn down the food now that she was already cooking it, so I decided to eat. She turned the stovetop down as the eggs and bacon was just about done…

MEGHAN : Make yourself at home. The remote is on the table right in front of the couch.

I walked over to the couch and took a seat, grabbing the remote from the couch. I turned the television on and begin to scroll through the channels. I could hear the sound of cabinets opening and plates and glasses clanging behind me as Meghan was getting the food situated. She seemed like a nice chick, but I still couldn’t remember her for the life of me.

Meghan walked into the living room…

MEGHAN : Boy, did you need a shower. You looked like a train wreck at the diner…

She handed me a plate of breakfast consisting of eggs, turkey bacon, and toast. Then she handed me a glass of orange juice. She walked back into the kitchen to fetch her plate, and then she returned to the living room, taking a seat on the other end of the couch.

I looked up to thank her, but she had already read my mind with a smirk across her face…

MEGHAN : You’re welcome…

HOSTYLE JONES : Uhhh… ummm-

I just nodded at that point. There was a moment of silence as we ate, and then she broke the silence…

MEGHAN : So, what you brings you back to Atlantic City?

I tried to keep personal issues to a minimal as of late…

HOSTYLE JONES : It’s complicated. I guess you could say I needed to find piece of mind for myself and my past?

Meghan nodded, and I could tell that she understood that some things were best left unshared. I put the plate down on the table in front of the couch and grabbed my glass of orange juice.

HOSTYLE JONES : Look, I really do appreciate this. I hope that my holiday night is better then my holiday morning…

Meghan rolled her eyes…

MEGHAN : Well, mine won’t be. I have to go back at seven tonight and pull a double.

I took a drink from the glass of orange juice. Then I sat it back down on the table and looked at Meghan once more, who was staring at me with a blank expression across her face…

HOSTYLE JONES : What are you thinking about? Is the multi colored hair a little weird

MEGHAN : No, it’s not that, I was just wondering- what happened last night? Why were you so beat up?

I looked down at the floor and put my head in my hands with a chuckle as I rested my elbows upon my knees. I sighed and then looked at her…

HOSTYLE JONES : You really want to know?

She straightened herself up on the couch as if she was ready to listen. With that I lifted my head up from my hands and began to tell her the whole incident that happened at the Taj Mahal. I had told her about the couple counting cards, and the run in with the pit boss and the head of house. By the time I was done, Meghan looked at me like I had three heads. She nodded…

MEGHAN : Why is it that trouble always follows you?

HOSTYLE JONES : Believe me, I have been asking myself the same question all my life.

We had hit an awkward silence, and this caused me to look around the living room with a quick glace of the eyes momentarily. I had noticed a picture on the entertainment stand that I hadn’t noticed the whole time I was there…

HOSTYLE JONES : Is this your son?

Meghan looked at me…

MEGHAN : Yes.

HOSTYLE JONES : I have a son too! He’s just about a month old. Where is your son?

Meghan lowered her eyes…

MEGHAN : He was killed by a drunk driver…

A tear rolled down Meghan’s eye as she lowered her head…

HOSTYLE JONES : I am sorry… I didn’t know.

MEGHAN : Can’t change the past right?

She wiped the tear from her eye and looked back up at me…

MEGHAN : So, a wife?

HOSTYLE JONES : No, I’m at a rough point in my life, and I can’t even begin to explain the madness to you…

MEGHAN : Drama, huh?

Again, we hit another point of awkward silence, and at that point I didn’t want to overdue my welcome. I stood up from the couch and grabbed my empty plate and glass. Just as I did this Meghan stood up. She put her hand on my hand, as a sign that she would take the dirty dishes to the sink. I looked at her as I put them back down onto the table…

HOSTYLE JONES : I got to get going, it has been a rough few days for me…

MEGHAN : Ok, I’ll walk you out. Let me give you my number just incase you ever stop by again, or even if you just need someone to talk too…

Meghan wanted my cock, I could tell. All this hospitality and generosity. She was digging me, but I really didn’t know what to do at this point. I didn’t know how to feel for a woman after finding out the mother of my child was the one who mad me more unstable then I already was.

I nodded as I followed her into the kitchen where she grabbed a pen and a sticky note. She wrote her number on it and then folded it up. She handed it to me as we began to walk to the door leading out into the apartment hallway. Somehow I felt that this wouldn’t be the last time that I seen Meghan, and something told me I might want to call her sometime…

-THE SHOOT-

Took your High Impact Title??

You’re damn right!!

　

Robbie, let’s get this straight. Fact’s are facts, as it goes you have only beaten me- one time. Week in and week out, we have come out here to put it all on the line. Your one win, although it might have been at a more prestigious venue is shit to how many times I mopped the floor with your ass, night in and night out! When it comes down to it, much like you could say about my win last week, at Ragnarok- your win was nothing to be proud of.

There was no honor…

Claim your fame, and be proud of your records, because I’m going to shatter them both. The only reason you have them is because you did not encounter The Hostyle One in your path up until last month. Had I been the opponent the two months straight that you and Cody Taylor fought- it would be a different story, and your records would have been lessened by sixty days and two title defenses. When it comes down to it, me and you are not finished by a long shot, until you except the fact that I am An IWF Human Highlight Reel!

The things I do, and the shit I come up with??

Are things that only someone with a mind as disturbed as mine could cook up!!

As for my reign as High Impact Champion? What I can say is watch me hit the top! You think I was put in this situation to flop? I am no rookie and I will continue to prove it. As for you, you will continue to fall in line as one of the greatest wrestlers in IWF of this era- BEHIND ME…

This adds motivation, because all the other times I whooped your ass as some average joe. Which when you think about it, that sounds pretty sad? However, this will be the first time I step into the IWF ring and whoop your ass as “Champion”. Something that you can not call yourself, and you haven’t been able to since July first.

You can put all this juice into your head saying that maybe it’s destiny for you to lose the High Impact Championship, because now you will be in rank to attempt to take the IWF World Championship, but I’m going to call a ‘spade a spade’ here and throw one fact out there. If I’m not ready for the IWF Championship- what makes you ready?

The title defenses?

The amount of time you help the belt that is now around MY waist?

If you go back to the point I made about you only holding the belt for that long because you didn’t cross paths with me sooner, where would you be?

Up shits creek without a paddle!!

If you do somehow manage to win the IWF World Championship, I will just come to take that from you as well. You could look at it as a cycle of sort. Like How animals eat from the land and then the bigger animal eats said animal. Robbie, you are the fucking rodent on the food chain- ‘small fish’. You will always be prey to my predator instincts.

Continue to fear me, because this is not over- and I’m going to fuck you up until the world’s end…

As for Marcus??

That whole bad boy hype you have going on? Bro- I don’t buy it!

You are a Chad Mason finger puppet, and he controls you by putting his finger up your ass. See no matter what, you will never shine! You will always be a crony, and for that you are light weight. No matter how tough you get, I am always tougher. I’m the original bad boy, and it’s time to show you that.

Marcus, there is nothing about you that I am impressed with. When I pull my outrageous antics that I am known for, I do them because I’m an asshole. When you do- whatever you do, it‘s for acceptance. Really haven’t quite figured it out what you do yet, but when you do it maybe it will be amazing? Then again, maybe it won’t. The point is, you haven’t done anything. For me to take you serious, would be a waste of thought- until you make an impact.

　

I will say one thing, and that is this- Don’t think just because you and the Natural Law have come out here and tried to bury my partner that it goes unnoticed. It does not, and this week you are just as much a target as Robbie Hart. I am going to put you to the test. Your reputation as the Bad Boy will be on the line, and I’m going to shatter it. In this business, you are only as good as who you can beat. Robbie Hart learned that first hand last week. This week I will show you why you must stick to the under cards.

Battlegrounds is the beginning of a new era. Revelations has been delayed due to the beginning of my reign. Now it is time to show the world what I can do as High Impact Champion. Title on the line or not, this match will be epic, and disqualifications or not- it won’t be for the faint of heart.

Food for thought to my victims. The day of recognizing has come! My sinister minded viewers out there knew the day would come when I would be High Impact Champion. The day of recognizing for the IWF comes this week. It comes this week when I lay Robbie Hart’s ass to the mat one more time. It comes when I show the Natural Law that Hostyle Jones is more then just sideshow. He is an obstacle- one that is far to evil to overcome.

Mark my words Robbie, you will lose again…

As for Marcus, it’s time for you to fear the name Hostyle Jones!!

Call it, friendo...
Hostyle Jones and Stygian [vs.] Robbie Hart and Marcus Silverstone Disclaimer

At 91 degrees Raleigh, North Carolina is positively incendiary. The humidity is somewhere around 70%. It’s the kind of weather you step out into and sweat instantly; fleeing for shade and air conditioning like Marcus Fenix darting between cover points against an oncoming Locust Horde. Stygian, Lilith and Lilah sit around a square table with one of those pleather tablecloths in a red and white check pattern outside of Ole Time barbecue. Lilith and Lilah are both visibly sweating in that kinda hot Jennifer Beals in Flashdance way. They’re both in tank tops and short shorts an sunglasses, fanning themselves with menus and gulping glasses of iced lemonade. They are a stark contrast to Stygian, who’s a picture of cool repose in his silver, reflective wayfarers, Nike basketball shorts and a legendary three wolf moon shirt. He shakes his head at them as he sits casually.

Lilith: How the hell aren’t you miserable?

Lilah: The two of us are sweating like a fat guy climbing stairs, and you’re just…there!

Stygian: I’m from Arizona. We don’t even reach for a fan if it’s below 100.

Lilith: Yeah but this humidity makes it exponentially worse.

Lilah: And three times as bad as that.

Stygian: Lilith I understand, she’s soft, she’s from Utah. But you?

He points squarely at Lilah.

Stygian: You’re from Vegas.

Lilah: Hey, I spent my summers and my last two years of high school in Coeur d’Alene.

Lilith: But then you went to UNLV.

Lilah: Yeah but I was always in class or cheerleading practice. In AIR CONDITIONED buildings!

Lilith: What about for football games?

Lilah: Half of those were away games in places like Provo, Salt Lake and Colorado Springs…

Stygian: I just realized you and I went to college in the same conference.

Lilah: And you call me a ditz?

Lilith: Not the point! You still had to cheerlead at five or six football games a year in Las Vegas.

Lilah: Usually after sundown. It’s a dessert, it drops like 20 degrees at night.

Stygian: I know what that’s like!

Lilith: Isn’t Arizona all dessert?

Stygian: More or less, I suppose.

Lilah: Where’s that waiter with those pitchers of water?

Lilith: There he is.

A young, tall, skinny kid about 16 with sandy-blonde hair in a restaurant t-shirt and jeans comes to the table carrying another pitcher of iced lemonade and two pitchers of iced water. He gives the three of them a smile, but it’s clear that Lilith and Lilah garner much more of his attention than Stygian does. It’s to be expected. He speaks in an easy Carolina twang.

Waiter: Aiight, here y’all are.

He sets the tray on the table, and puts the pitchers in the middle of the table and takes the pitcher already there, with its slush of melted ice and lemonade swirling in the bottom.

Waiter: There anything else I can do for y’all til y’all’s food’s up?

Lilith: You can wait right there for a moment.

Waiter: Ma’am?

Lilith stands and takes one of the pitchers of water. She whips her Oakleys off folds them up and sets them on the table. She hangs her head forward, letting all her hair hang down, then flips it all back in one motion. She tilts her face up and pours water down it, drawing an askance glance from the waiter. When her hair is soaked she gathers it up in her free hand and dumps more down the back of her purple tank top. Then she takes the rest of it and pours it squarely between her boobs. Right down the cleavage. Drenches the shirt, making it skin tight. The chill of the water is readily apparent. She sighs contentedly. The waiter can’t take his eyes off her boobs at this point, neither can just about anyone else out here.

Lilah: Does that help?

Lilith: More than I can put into words.

Lilah stands, closes her eyes and undoes her ponytail before drenching her hair, pouring some of the water down her back, and then drenching her own shirt. The white tank top becomes near transparent, revealing the black bra beneath in exacting detail. She smiles and slowly opens her eyes, looking at Lilith with a contented smile.

Lilith: See?

Lilah: Oh yeah…

The waiter has overloaded his little 16 year old libido at this site and stands there with his jaw slack, unblinking.

Stygian: Close your eyes, boy. Flies are gonna get in.

Waiter: Oh…oh god…I’m…uh…I’m so…I mean…

Stygian takes advantage of the young man’s confusion to remove his cell phone from his belt. The kid makes a halfhearted grab at it, but without takin his eyes off the girls…and their girls.

Stygian: You got a girlfriend, kid?

Waiter: Nosir.

Stygian: Good.

Waiter: Why?

Stygian: Girls?

Lilith and Lilah surround the young lad, who is almost paralyzed with fear.

Stygian: Relax boy, they don’t bite.

Lilith: Not unless you want us too.

Stygian: Put your arms around them, boy. And smile for fuck’s sakes.

Lilah: Just relax, we do this all the time.

The kid finally remembers to breathe and smiles. The girls bend down to show maximum cleavage and blow kisses. Stygian snaps off about five shots in rapid fire. He hands the phone back to the young man.

Stygian: There you go.

Waiter: Wow…thanks!

Stygian: Put that on your Facebook and make sure your voicemail is clear. You’ll have your pick of girls by Monday morning.

Waiter: How d’ya figger?

Lilith: Jealousy is a powerful aphrodisiac.

Waiter: Huh?

Lilah: Just trust her, she’s always right about this stuff.

Waiter: Ok. I’ll, uh…I’ll be back with your order soon as it’s up!

The kid reaches for the other two empty pitchers, but Lilith holds him up long enough to combine the ice from both water pitchers into one, and they keep that one. The young boy dutifully ambles away with a smile plastered to his lips. Lilith and Lilah retake their seats. Lilith grabs a handful of ice and starts rubbing it over her neck and chest idly. Lilah grabs a few cubes and pops them into her mouth, crunching them before gabbing some more lemonade.

Stygian: You know, it’s amazing what dominance does. It’s amazing how it changes one’s perception. It’s amazing how much respect it garners from the locker room, from the fans, and from the people who think they’re the hot ticket. Suddenly you go from needing to make your name, to being at the top of everyone’s hit list. I remember when I showed up, this locker room wouldn’t give me the time of day. I promised to capture the world title and everyone rolled their eyes and said “yeah, right”. Then what did I do? Can anyone claim the body count I do? Tim Patrick, Tyson Rowle, Steel Angel, Ruben Ricardo Leon, James Shark, Chuck Matthews, Brandon Macdonald, Corey Casey…can anyone look down that list and say they’re 9-1-1 against it? NOBODY! How many people can say they even beat me, straight up, one on one? How many? Nobody can say they did it. Jason Hawk needed to enlist five people to get a crooked win, and James Shark pinned Connor O’Shannon cause I let him. Nobody gets into that ring with me, head-to-head and comes away with a win. Hell, you’re lucky if you come out of that ring walking. You’re lucky if you keep your career and your health after getting in the ring with me, especially on pay per view!

Stygian: That’s what you’re signing up for, Robbie. You’re signing up for the most intense, demanding, grueling, challenging encounter of your career. If you don’t think so, ask James Shark. Ask Tyson Rowle. Ask Tim Patrick. Hell, pull out the old Upper Limit speed dial and see what Brandon Macdonald has to say on the subject. Brandon got into the ring with me, lost his title and his career, and went to the NFL. He went to one of the most violent and punishing sports on the planet, because it was safer than getting into the ring with me. Or better yet, go ask Corey Casey! Corey Casey is really the guy to ask. Because Corey will tell you the truth, he’ll set you straight. Corey Casey hit me with everything he had. He had a triple cage full of weapons and he blasted me with every one of them. He gave me his patented Purifier on top of three tons of steel and then he gave me another one onto thumbtacks. And what did I do? I kept getting up. I kept…getting…up. He hit me with chairs, he hit me with ladders, he hit me with everything that wasn’t nailed down…and I just…kept…coming. Corey Casey, who possesses legendary brutality and an unlimited capacity to inflict pain couldn’t finish me. At some point he must have been like Ivan Drago: “He does not feel pain. It is like hitting a piece of iron”.

Stygian: That’s what you signed on for when you slapped me in the face, Robbie. You thought you were being the hot-shit punk. You were playing prison rules, walking out and challenging the biggest beast in the yard to try and assert your dominance. What should I carve on the tombstone you ordered with that slap? How about “he was such a young idiot”. You think you’re showing balls, you think you humiliated me and counted it a moral victory. Tell me something, how victorious did you feel lying on your back while Hostyle Jones raised your High Impact title? How did that feel? Was that slap worth it, boy? You tell me. You came out like a grinning idiot and slapped me in the face. And when I walked away, I bet in your stupid testosterone-addled brain, you felt ten feet tall. You slapped the dragon in the face and he backed down. You held your arms up and played to the crowd like an idiot. That’s why you can’t compete with me. You took a symbolic victory, while I? I made sure you didn’t walk out with your precious title. I got a real victory. Because of you, I appeared to back down from the gallant Robbie Hart’s bravado. Because of me? Your waist is bare and your wallet is lighter. And the way I understand it, between Loca and some legal troubles, the one place you couldn’t afford to lose anything was your wallet.

Stygian: That’s the problem with you and every other muscle-bound, knuckle-dragging Cro-Magnon like Cody Taylor, James Shark and Hostyle Jones. You play by some stupid macho code that seems to have filtered down from the cast of Jersey Shore. You prance around like peacocks, strutting and posturing to look good. You put on a display to try and wow the females and intimidate the other males. You call each other “bro” and “mang” and you slap your chest shouting “u mad” and “come at me”. You get so wrapped up in this dancing around, showing off how cool you think you are that you forget you’re a fruity bird shaking his ass! You guys aren’t even on the right wavelength to take on someone like me. For you it all about the posturing. It’s all about the show. Power perceived is power achieved in your eyes. Not in my world. In my world, power achieved is power achieved. That’s why you slapped me in the face and strutted around like you’d just hit a walk off homer in the bottom of the ninth. It was about making me think you were strong. How strong did you feel after Hostyle kicked your ass? How strong did you feel when I Banebladed you to the mat? I gave you a moral victory and claimed a real one.

Stygian: This company is sorely lacking real killers anymore. Guys who will stop at nothing to get the job done, get their hand raised and get that gold around their waist. There isn’t another like me on the roster, not anymore. I killed the last killer and took my place. IWF is full of a bunch of people who either pander to the crowd and give out those high-fives like Anna Stone and Steel Angel…or people like you and Chad Mason who talk like Superman outside the ring, and fight like Lex Luthor in it. Backstabbing, scheming, plotting and strutting. If you would put the same amount of time into your work as you did into your mouth, you’d be invincible, Robbie. If you’d care as much about winning as you do telling people you’re a winner, you might be me right now. But there’s one big hole in your resume, Robbie. One huge glaring omission you leave out when you tell everyone how good you are…ME!

Stygian: You won the World Title? Yeah, you got into that spot before I was here. You won the High Impact title and busted your ass? You did all of that in the three months I was fired. You try to set yourself up as this up and coming star who has worked and clawed for everything, and established himself as the new “guy” in IWF. You did it all when I wasn’t here. You know, you said a lot of stupid things that night. But the one thing you said that was absolutely true? The one thing you said I can’t fault you for? You said that becoming IWF champion means getting in the ring with me sooner or later. That’s true, truer than anyone wants to admit. Steel Angel knew it was coming, just like Chad Mason knows it’s coming if he wants to keep the belt. You’re one step ahead of them, because you at least recognize it and you took the initiative. You realize if anyone is going to really take you seriously, you have to beat me. That makes you smarter than everyone else in IWF who pretty much employs the ostrich defense against me. Instead of sticking your head in the sand and hoping I went away, you came out and manned up, that much I respect. I respect the initiative, if not that you thought slapping me in the face would be sufficient.

Stygian: It’s a cruel balancing act, isn’t it Robbie? The one man who can make your career, the one win that if you can get it would mean nobody ever took you lightly again…the one name you can drop down and nobody can argue how badass you are…the one sentence you can really say that nobody in IWF can: “I beat Stygian”. If you can get those three words into your vocabulary, then nobody can ignore your accomplishments anymore. If you can just make those three words come true, you’ve earned a ticket into the top echelon of IWF Talent. Twelve little letters. It’s not much on paper, is it? Try writing it down.

Lilith: Here you go, lover.

There’s the sound of the CODEC from metal Gear solid, and Stygian pulls his phone out of his pocket. He negotiates the little dot puzzle to unlock it and holds it up, bringing up the text his wife just sent him.

Stygian: There it is. Not much is it? It doesn’t even get off the first line of the screen! It’s such a small sentence, but it’s a mammoth statement. If you can pull it off, if you can get those words to transcend your dreams and become reality? It would unlock everything. Most cheat codes do! An that would be the ultimate cheat code to IWF 2012. It should be the unlock everything code on the game. Pull up the password screen, enter “I BEAT STYGIAN” and you get everything, because if you can, you will.

Stygian sets his phone down and reaches into his pocket. He prodices a large silver coin identical to the coin Harvey Dent had in The Dark Knight and holds its shining silver face to the camera.

Stygian: But the other side of that coin…

He turns the coin between his fingers, showing the scarred and burned side.

Stygian: The other side of that coin, the risk, the downside of trying to earn the right to say those three words? I could list off the UECW and IWF names who never walked out of that ring. I have listed some of them. Two of them were your friends in Upper Limit. I don’t need to rattle off the rest, we’d be here all night if we listed the names of the men who I retired. I lost count at 15 myself. That’s the down side. That’s the bargain. You make a deal with the devil when you decide to walk that aisle and climb into that ring. If you win, you get to say those three words, and you get all the respect and prestige which comes with them. But if you lose? You risk everything. It’s a Faustian pact. You stand to lose so much. But I suppose that’s the risk of trying to topple a god, isn’t it. You walk into that ring? You might not walk out. You might get carried out. You might get carted out. You might not have a career when I’m done with you. You might not have an intact spinal column. You might not have a career.

Stygian: That’s what you’ve got coming to you Robbie. It’s the ultimate high-stakes wager. There’s no trying against me. It’s like The Force: Do or do not; there is no try. Beat me, earn those words, or risk the kind of pain you might not get up from. That’s the oath you signed with that slap across my face. You think you humiliated me? You’ll learn humiliation. You think you wounded me? I’ll show you wounds! You think you want to be the man? Do you really want to be a Star? Because you’ve accomplished a lot. You won the High Impact Title and you carved out that part of the roster. You were the king of the midcard. You’d hung your star up and let it shine. Then you decided you wanted to take the next step. I applaud the heart, but I question the mind which made such a decision. Saturday you’re going to get just a taste. You’re going to have a partner to tag in when it gets to be too much. You’ll have Hostyle Jones diluting my strength and power. But you’ll still get a taste. A sample of what awaits you at Heroes Also Die. You’re going to become a star one way or another, it’s just a matter of if you manage to get out of that ring with that star intact, or if, like so many before you, you’ll crumble beneath the crushing firepower of the Star Destroyer.

Stygian flips the coin high into the air.

Stygian: Call it, friendo…

The camera cuts just as the coin is about to fall into his hand.

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