|| Trashing The "Competition" ||
Song Playing: "It's Me Bitches" Swizz Beatz
| Prologue |
To be honest, this is nothing more than ‘child’s play’. Last week was a joke, and so will this week be yet another joke. I got the feel of the ring last week. Cherry and his shitty crew thought they were on top of it. We told them once, we told them twice. Three times is too damn much. As much mouth Greg has, he should be smarter than what his IQ actually is. Now I know this is only my second week. I know this is only my second match. One tag match and now my first single’s match. Keyword, “No Disqualification”. Let me get one thing straight though, I don’t need to bash this guy’s head in with a steel chair, or perhaps a ring bell. I have these two weapons right here. As I hold these two nice, balled-up fists in view, looking at both. Both the expressions on their knuckles, and the intensity within the clenching of them, give them the look of fucking monsters. Pretty much which they are, dual-monsters in the ring.
So as I further my career into the SCW books. Going pass each of my opponents as if going eighty miles per-hour on the freeway, will be much a hell of a thrill. Bryan Spiros is up next and if I was him, I’d be touching my face up with a lot of Vaseline, or Neutrogena … because when I come in … I’m coming to wreck fucking havoc, as if an F-5 Hurricane named “Hurricane Frank”. Ruthless Aggression. I could care less of what happens to the kid. One reason, he has entered “the battlefield”. See he may have won over Toreno last week in these stipulations, but you can bet your sweet ass that the same is going to happen this week. It’ll be much of his own medicine given to him as his face will grow “Eek!” as it’ll taste like “Robotussin” cough syrup. Point and lesson for this coming week. Bryan Spiros will be put in “ITU” …. Intensive Care Unit.
This is a complete fucking joke, right...?
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Looking into my past, the past shit that has gone down. The triumph, the hatred, the envy. Looking back all of it. Just cracks me up. The name that I’ve built up well since I was fucking twelve years old. Underground boxing in the jungle of downside of Brooklyn. The Asylum Hell. From living on the sunny side, to seeing the dark, grimed walls of the apartment inside and out. Lennox Avenue. Harlem World. History. The greatness that uplifted out of the ‘slums’ of the ghetto and into the lifestyle of the “Rich and Famous”. I was the latest from the area. Probably the last to live a career that I’ve had so far. Several top championships in other promotions. Making the name “Juan Ramirez” that much greater. Juan Ramirez is all about fucking gold. Doesn’t care what he have to do to get it, he tends to grab hold of it, either way.
Supreme Championship Wrestling. Juan Ramirez will shine brighter than any other superstar here. Brighter than Cherry, Nastier than Valentine, Better than Ezra. They saw little of my work last week. This week … much, much different .Bryan Spiros will get the front row seat, and so will everyone else in attendance. The fact is true. Once I grab hold of victory, there is no falling off. Momentum rises each time I enter and exit the ring, with my theme blasting in the background. Syndicate Inc. grows stronger each day that passes. Liana can say otherwise, but as far as I know, she won’t be speaking for a little while. The CPC and the High Rollers …. Watch your steps, or else you’ll end up flopping onto the floor harder than Beyonce’.
Ring the bell … cause’ it’s now officially over!
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ESPN – Behind The Curtain (Wrestling version of “Outside the Lines”)
Juan Ramirez; Syndicate Inc – The Time To Shine!
Mark Callahan – ESPN Columnist
When you hear the name of “Syndicate Inc.” or perhaps “Juan Ramirez”, many who are loyal-to-the-bone wrestling fans will know exactly what those two names represent. Sudden greatness has blessed this team that once went by another name, “The Dynasty”. Many choose to despise the team’s climbing of the ranks. However, the members of Syndicate Inc. builds off others hatred towards them and continues their climb up the ladder. Most stables/teams haven’t dared lasted at least three months before breaking up and separating. This group of humble gentlemen doesn’t let the hate spread them apart. Working as a team to make sure they are perfect in every way imaginable. Doing whatever it simply takes to complete the task.
This week I got a chance to sit down with one of Syndicate Inc.’s stable mate, Juan Ramirez. Many may remember this man from his past affiliations in wide-variety of promotions. Etching his name further into the stone. From his ups to his downs, I got to finally feel what it’s like to know what the man who calls himself “Harlem’s Finest” is all about. I must say, I was very, very impressed.
“So Juan, how does it feel to be apart of the stable, once known as the ‘Dynasty’?”
Juan Ramirez: It’s good to be apart of a great stable. A family, you know. Surrounded around your brothers, as you know you got their backs and they have yours when it’s in need. I’m just happy they accepted me, and with all the crap’ that keeps popping up in SCW, Syndicate Inc. shows no sign of fear towards the next obstacle.
“It’s been rumored many times this past week that you were dating Lenne Perez. Is there any truth to that rumor?”
Juan Ramirez: Where the hell that come from? [Shrugs shoulders] Lenne is good-lookin’ and everything, but I came here to surpass the limit. The saying goes, “Business before Pleasure”. I intend to take care of business before playtime rolls along. As for me dating her, that’s completely false. I mean hell I wouldn’t mind it, but I’m not here for “Love Connection”. That’s something fellow SCW star, Greg Cherry is in need for. I’ve had my fun ….
“Okay, [Chuckles] … to get back on point, what title in SCW do you feel you want to chase?”
Juan Ramirez: Everyone who enters the sport of wrestling, and entering the wrestling world. They all aim high to succeed for the greatest and prestigious title of all. Anyone who says they don’t is a straight liar. I’d love to take the SCW Title home, but I’ve been here for only a couple of weeks. Gimme’ the Adrenaline or whatever starting title that is out there. Just know one thing, once I grab hold of it, there’s no letting go of it. As long as I become a champion, that’s all there is needed. My name means “Golden Boy”. The lime-light is where I grew up in. The slum village of Harlem, you come from out of that greedy for whatever you can get your hands on.
“Do you think one day, you’ll become a Hall Of Famer there in Supreme Championship Wrestling?”
Juan Ramirez: Oh, without a doubt. As long as I stay afloat, it will happen. I also know that sometime or another, Syndicate Inc. will earn Hall Of Fame as well. It all takes time and precision. You can’t rush greatness. It’s like stages you have to keep climbing in order to catch ahold of that goal. Like I said, it takes time. I’m in no hurry. Syndicate Inc. is in no hurry. Everyone in this stable are “All-Stars”. Carrington has held that gold before. Shorty Jr. has held that gold before. I know Shyne has held gold before. We’ve all held gold. The experience of being a team. It counts a lot in the end.
“Well I truly am glad to have interviewed you. Without a doubt you’ll be SCW’s next great. You take care …”
Juan Ramirez: Yeah, you too bro’ …
As you can see, Juan Ramirez is definitely the contributor of Syndicate Inc. The perfect stable mate any team would love to have. No selfishness involved in that man. If I was a betting man, my money would be a mainstay on the group known as Syndicate Inc. if it came down to Hall of Fame inductions down the road. Wrestling need more teams like Syndicate. However not many are well-rounded. Most rely on one star to keep the train rolling. Those guys there, they work as a “team”. For now, I am Mark Callahan for ESPN’s “Behind The Curtains” … I’ll see you on the other side of town.
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“Deal or No Deal”
July 25th 2007 – 11:33 PM
The post-aftermath from SCW’s Breakdown had finally ended, as I stood outside of the Joe Luis Arena. I looked up into the night sky, before taking my left hand, sticking it into my left pocket, grabbing the carton of Newport Cigarettes. I slowly took out one cigarette, as I looked around myself, and checking out the surroundings. Finally pulling out the cigarette, I stuck the carton back into my pockets. Following with using my right hand, going into my right pocket, as I reached for the lighter. A deep sigh had come out as I could sense it was time for me to head to bed. Hard deal of work. However, I had to keep making money and saving it for later in life. Holding the lighter up to the cigarette, in which I had inserted into my mouth, I lit it. I let out a quick puff, sliding the lighter back into my pocket, as I held the cigarette with my two fingers, looking around yet again.
Juan Ramirez: [Smirks] … Sometimes I fucking wish I had never even attempted to do this wrestling shit … too much fucking drama involved.
As an hour after the live airing of the show, I was settled. I didn’t give a shit about anything or anyone tonight. The chapter was done and finished. Even though many stayed quiet here in SCW. They didn’t like me. They didn’t like Syndicate Inc. I haven’t seen no one else put up the numbers that Syndicate has done. We may not hold gold …. Yet! However we demand fucking respect. Then I simply smirked, because no matter how hard you try, critics will never be satisfied.
Juan Ramirez: I forgot …. Wrestling is “drama” ….
As I continued on puffing the cigarette as I stared into the deep midnight blue sky, a few stars that had pierced through the clouds. Circling rings flew transparently into the cloud as another deep sigh was let out. I downed my head towards the ground, shaking it, not really knowing what the fuck to do.
All of sudden, the cell phone had rung … I grabbed onto it, looking into the display screen as the name and number came up. My face had grew into a slight downed expression as I was hesitant to flip it up. As seconds passed and the ringtone continued playing through, I finally flipped it up, making it slowly to my ear.
[…. Silent Pause ….]
Voice: Well hello there Mr. Ramirez. Glad to see you’re exploring all around the country ….
Juan Ramirez: What do you want?
Voice: So hostile, eh? I have an offer for you ….
I bit on my bottom lip as I yelled into the phone …
Juan Ramirez: … I’m not into that “game” anymore, home-slice!
Voice: [Snickering] Ramirez … Ramirez … Ramirez. Such a valiant warrior aren’t you? You know I’ve been in lock-up for a good four years now, you know that right?
Juan Ramirez: Yeah, so what about it? You’re never going to get out of it. They put you in for good …
Yet another chuckle came from the other side of the phone.
Voice: Well see … that’s where you’re wrong! I am a “free” man, Juan. [Silent Pause] I’ve enjoyed every bit of wanting to wrap my hands around your throat, until your head pops off … BOOM!
A curious look crossed my face, as you could hear his hellish laughter through the phone.
Juan Ramirez: What do you want?
Voice: An offer you cannot refuse … if you do this …. You won’t have to worry about anyone getting hurt. Remember Juan, I know where you and your family lives. I have an evil streak on my records. Don’t make me return to it, Juan …
Juan Ramirez: Is that right, Baxter? Don’t you have one of your other little fucking lackeys to do your “job”?
Baxter: You know …. You right! But unfortunately, they’re not here anymore. [Evilish Laugh] They tried to get out of the kennel as well, Juan. I don’t forget too many things …
Juan Ramirez: You’re full of shit … you know that?!
Baxter: Oh yeah? Wanna’ bet on it? All you need to do to save yourself from being in more shit than you can handle. One delivery. After that, you won’t have to hear from me again.
I just stayed silent, thinking about it. Not wanting to do it, but when you’re been given a threat, sometimes you have to roll with your instinct.
Baxter: Deal Or No Deal, Juan … I don’t have all fucking day!
Another slight pause, as I sighed, closing my eyes while about to answer.
Juan Ramirez: Fine! One delivery and that’s it! You better keep your word too, bitch! You’re not the only evil one in the world, you know that right?
Baxter: You can find me behind Doug’s BBQ Shop at two o’clock on the dot tomorrow afternoon. Not a fucking minute later …
Juan Ramirez: The fuck? You can’t predict time and shit …
Baxter: TWO O’CLOCK, JUAN! Or else …. You might be going to a funeral dressed in black. Later Juan …. Don’t disappoint me!
[Click]
He had hung up, as I flipped my phone down, with my head sitting inside of my hands. Grasping my head with both hands, seemingly wanting to strangle that no-good piece of shit, Baxter. Been four years, when he supposed to been in there for 25 to Life. However he got out, he’s on a mission, and now I had to be thrown back into the “mix”. A light tap was felt on my shoulder, as I ignored it … another tap followed as I rose out of it, turning my head slightly to the right, seeing it was Shorty Jr. and Michael Carrington on the other side. I jumped off of the bench seat, as I became irritant. My eyes glared towards them, as they could sense something wasn’t right …
Shorty Jr: What happened?
[ I stood silent … ]
Shorty Jr.: Juan? I know you hear me, man …. What’s up?
Juan Ramirez: NOTHING! Just … just leave me alone ……
Michael Carrington: Come on man, … we can discuss whatever problems are going on.
Juan Ramirez: NOTHING IS WRONG! This has nothing to do with you two …. I’ll catch up with you two later ….
As Shorty Jr. and Carrington knew something was obviously wrong, I had left the scene, as they just watched me go to my car and smashing the pedal as it had did a quick skid of burning rubber, as I quickly fled from the picture. Shorty and Carrington shrugged their shoulders towards each other, not knowing what was going on.
( … To Be Continued … )
[ Fade . To . Black ]
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J-Ramirez Chop Shop Volume #001
@ Bryan Spiros
Location: “The Chop Shop”
Is it me or is it a conspiracy
Cause’ every time I think I’m gonna have a “match”
I end up taking out the trash
I’m no fucking trash-man
I demand the best of the best
This is why I came here
To place myself with the rest
Those that were legends before me
I choose to follow thee’
I am the greatest
It’s in my mind
It’s in my heart
I can feel it
Not everyone can feel this
Only in the heart of a champion
A King Without his crown
That’s who I be
I’m on my way to victory
Come Breakdown
Spiros is ‘Dead Meat’
- - The scene brightened with some light inside the “Chop Shop” in Harlem. Juan’s palace where he stores his rides and chops down others. In his hand, you can see a monkey wrench and a bandana covering his head and mouth, as he stands in a blue and white FUBU #005 jersey and a pair of bleached denim jeans, as he stares into the camera. A cheap smirk, as he steps closer into the camera. - -
:: Juan Ramirez :: I feel I shouldn’t have to fight some kid with a half-tank of fuel. I feel I shouldn’t have to waste my energy on a kid who doesn’t know the words “Do Not Enter”. Yet he thinks because he got a nice little win over James Toreno, he’s gonna’ continue his little path. I think the fuck not. See he got his victory. Now it’s time to show this kid how to ‘2-step’. He’s probably used to smashing chairs over people heads behind their backs. That’s the easy role to become a loser. See, weapons is okay at times, but many will learn that weapons are considered “backlashes”. You overuse them, they’ll use you as a practice. That’s the thing though. The kid hasn’t learned the whole game. He may have been here for a little bit. He smelled the testosterone from the men’s locker room, sniffing the toilet seats to get himself an easy “high”. These kids do the stupidest things that will never ever make sense. Yet they swear up and down they’re gonna bust some ‘heads. They can’t even break a damn stick. Bryan Spiros is one of those ‘kids’. As I stated, he’ll learn. It may be the ‘hard way’, but surely, it’ll sink through his skull.
- - As he smirks into the camera, he holds the monkey-wrench bar into the screen, turning the roller knob on the side, as the wrench opens up wide and closes, back and forth he does it over and over, as you can sense the crazily grin through the black and white dotted bandana, that’s covering the bottom portion of his face. - –
:: Juan Ramirez :: This is how bad you’re going to feel when I close you in, Bryan. No place to catch a breath. No seconds to rest. You will realize that SCW is not a joke. Juan Ramirez isn’t a Mexican, neither a fucking joke. Years of spending time hitting a punching bag senseless. Years of fucking dominancy. Boxing and Wrestling. Combined all into one. You may see yourself as a future star here in SCW broham’, but at the moment, your bitch ass is soon to be moved out of the way. I’m coming through. Greg Cherry can’t stop me. David Grenier can’t stop me. Let them hate me. It means they in return hate their selves in the end. Not even you, Bryan … can stop me. You may have reached this part of the stage in life, but as the saying goes. You won’t get far, unless you suck a cock or kiss major ass. I for one do neither. I work for what I want. Even if it means going through a fucking scene of the movie “300” … I’ll take my chances. Remember one thing if you don’t remember anything else … don’t dare test your luck at trying to outsmart Juan Ramirez. All it’s going to do is make you look more of an “ass”. Juan Ramirez will always be ten steps ahead of the game. It’s how I am, it’s how I’ve been ever since.
:: Juan Ramirez :: I’m going to come down to that ring with the intentions of knocking your punk ass out. If you haven’t heard about me now, you’ll hear about me while your ears smack each other like chimes, ringing the alarm. That’s how it’s going to feel. I’m not just undefeated in underground boxing for nothing. I’ve went through the biggest and toughest cats in New York. I took them down like they were paper walls. I needed no luck. I needed no wishes. All I needed was my fists and my mind set on “killing”, and the chaos would begin. So if I were you Bryan, I’d be real smart of my surroundings in the ring. I’d be very knowledgeable of my exit points. You’re going to need to find the way to exit, very quick within this match. These fists are Lethal Weapon’s … worst than sharp knives. These fists will definitely put you in a blank state of mind. Be real careful with what you do Bryan, or else ….
You’ll end up in the grave …LOVED. HATED. ENVIED ....
