Outta' Time.
I got a part to play, we going hard these days
Fuck the harder way, we doing it the harder way
To my god I pray, that is how I start my day
The bullets starts to spray the revolution starts today
I say the shit these people aint got the heart to say
Fuck the harder way, we doing it the smarter way
To my god I pray, that is how I start my day
The bullets starts to spray the revolution starts today
"Going Hard"
"The Beautiful Struggle" - Talib Kweli
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*Kings.without.a.crown*
2007 A.D
- Kingdom Kome -
It was 2007 A.D, the clouds had seemed to seperate as a long black streak divided the clouds into two. Light patches of fog covered close ground as the Syndicates stood tall on their territory, protecting their kingdom from harmful attacks from those of the bitter rivals that chose to test themselves often, however to be so close to downing the aliiance but the Syndicates were valiant warriors who loved nothing more than to strike fear and brutality into their opponents.
Augustus and Maximus stood bare-footed, as their smiles went from ear to ear as they were happy over there vailant efforts and coming ontop of that huge rival battle two days ago. The other two were somewhere as Maximus and Augustus watched over their territory, keeping future intruders warned and away off of grounds.
Maximus: They shall never defeat us ... never. I said!
Augustus: Indeed they never shall take us down, Maximus!
Maximus: This is our Kingdom, and if we don't protect it, I'm sure our "friends" will make another visit.
Augustus: No worries, Sir .... We are winners. Losers are what they are. We are the kings of this sanctuary and it shall never become invaded, Sir.
Maximus: Good. We will need to remain strong enough for the challenging battle that is upon us. It's going to be tougher than our last run-in with those other fools.
Augustus: I can take them .... There nothing but worthless fools inside of human flesh.
Maximus: Now son, you should know being arrogant and cocky and underestimating your prey can become a bad idea if you expect to win this "race". We are the ones they want to beat. We need to keep FOCUS.
Augustus: Oh Fo' Shizzle ... *clears throat* I mean Sir, I understand.
Maximus: When those 'Turner-ites' try and make a come back .... kill them for once and for all.
Augustus: But Sir, what about God' and Little Bo Peep'?
Maximus: Kill them too ...
_ wishing.upon.a.star _
Day: September12th 2007
Time: 2:30 pm
Setting: Dallas, Texas
*Song peaks through the backscene*
I'm wishing on a star to follow where you are
I'm wishing on a dream to follow what it means
And I wish on all the rainbows that I see
I wish on all the people who really dream
And I'm wishing on tomorrow praying it will come
And I'm wishing on all the loving we've ever done
:| The scene fades in where a bus has just stopped on a narrow road as on both sides were acres and acres of corn and grass with torn down barn sheds that appeared a long ass way in the back, almost nearly unseen. Juan walks off the bus, puzzled of why the bus let him off at this point. The bus took off as it's dieseling structure shifted along the open lanes that led to wherever else. However Juan was left with a suitcase and his fresh Nike's that would now become his "walking" shoes. |:
Juan Ramirez: Man I knew SCW was cheap as shit .... They put their best fucking star on hot, sticky road to no "fucking" where.
Juan had begun his directions in the bus's directions of going straight forwards, to see exactly where the hell it would lead to.
Juan Ramirez: This is complete bullshit ...
An already showing of tiresome in his walking led to a dropped head as his legs continued to move and his feet had continued to step along.
Juan Ramirez: They better hope I don't make it to Breakdown becuase if I do, there's gonna' be one hell of night.
After walking for a few minutes, Juan stopped instantly as he heard slight gallops behind him, the sound of a horse's feet gallopping along the open trail. He stood there, before turning his body around, only to see what he had heard, however he didn't expect it to be a chick on it. Juan eyes glared as the Sun was becoming a factor.
Lady: Well hello' there strangah' ... you looked like you are lost or something.
Juan Ramirez: I am lost ... damn bus dropped me off here, and I don't even know where the hell I'm going.
Lady: Well that proves why you're dressed like that ... you're not a "regular" round' here ... my names Cathy ... not too many use these roads. It's morely the backroads to get to the inner-city of Dallas. But also there are KKK's on these turfs as well ... so it's not used that much anymore because of them.
Juan Ramirez: Klans? So why are you going through these parts' then?
Cathy: I had to give ol' Topeka her time out on the trails. I usually come through here to escape the crowdiness. Plus it's not dangerous around here at the time. So I'm good. Where you headed to?
Juan Ramirez: American Airlines Arena ... I got perform for an event there ...
Cathy: Ahhh, you'z a rappah'?
Juan Ramirez: Nah a wrestler ...
Cathy: Ahhh, a wrasslah' ... my brother Joey is a wrasslash' ... he wrassle's bulls. Man, he's got scars here and there from that stuff. I try to keep him away from it, but he never listens.
Juan gives a fake-ish sorta smirk, as he scratches his forehead.
Cathy: Topeka and I will give you a lift close to the arena, then you can see if you can catch the cab to take you the rest of the way.
Juan Ramirez: Good deal!
The lady scooted up a little more as she reached on the side of the pouch, putting a cover for Juan on the back like she has.
Cathy: Hop on!
It was slightly hard for Juan to just "hop on" to a horse, never being on one in his time until now. Here he was, trying to hop on, as said.
Cathy: Silly you, stick your foot on that and push yourself up and onto the horse ...
Juan did just that, as he slightly shook his head as he smelt nothing but Lager beer on the lady.
Cathy: *Taps and pulls rope* Giddy Up, Gal' ...
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4:34 pm
:| The scene transferred from the previous scene to now in front of the arena, as Juan held his hand over his eyes, looking up at it's structure. Tired, Frustrated, Pissed. The expressions of a mad man were displayed on his face as he began to walk the rest of the way to the entrance doors of the arena. |:
Juan Ramirez: Fucking finally ...
Wiping the drips of sweat from his forehead, he entered the arena.
Juan Ramirez: I think it's that time ....
:| A smirk crossed his face for the first time today as he entered the arena, prepared, a focused mentality, as the days and hour got closer to impact. It was time to get back on track, and it started now ... :|
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I am Like Brett Favre ... Without the 'Cheese'
SCW Needs Help!
Kids who adore the scum-faced, sour-skittle looking, whiney ass emo-bitches like Calvan Greene, The Real Bitch or Greg Cherry should think more about their decisions of making them their "role models" because if you want to grow up ass a whiney-bitch, then you should go ahead and kill yourself as of right now.
*coughs*
I, Juan Ramirez with my following brothers, Micheal Carrington, Shyne, Shorty Jr ... we've been fighting this uncanning war for supremacy since day fucking one. What have we gotten in return. Rejection. We've taken all the shots and fired back harder. Still we're at the bottom of the ocean, trying to swim for air. We're right there onto the surface, it's just that you place your hands on our skulls, shoving us back under repetitively as we take in massive amounts of ocean water.
It's about time I finally voice it off. It's muchly needed. Many others are in the same fucking ocean, yet they continue to say "fuck it" and choose to continue to stay under. I'm a rebel, I don't abide to rules, never have and never will.
Many are "honest-to-god" ass-kissers who love to do anything for the boss to grant them with access to golden opportunities. Opportunities that "we" haven't got yet. Yeah it was given, but then cheated out of. That will stop soon ... it will. I'll make sure of it. MC' will make sure of it. Shorty Jr. will make sure of it. Shyne will make sure of it.
Calvan Greene.
I get the chance to make the example outta' you. You think you're some fancy-lookin' Hollywood model? I'll give you a make-over that will not only change your appearance but the appearance on everything around you. It's called "Reality Check", son. You may have done something before, but your time has been limited. Limited as in the line ends this week for you. This is not a threat it's more of a promise. You hear me Calvan ... your time is LIMITED, son ...
The Real Speed
You've been given the last two wins, son. You actually thought you won thos fucking duels, bro? Your ego is your weakness while my ego built with my confidence is my strength. I'm fucking back, kid ... and the next time I see you, that silly pungent smirk of yours will be put to fucking rest. Enjoy your days on Earth as champion soon to be dismaled. I won't face you for your little title, but when I get my hands on you, kid ... your little pussy won't be able to save your bitch-ass.
Greg Cherry
You sent your little goon squad out to get me, but it didn't work to perfection son. I put them bitches to rest. You got gold too, and I'm head-huntin'. Three fucking culprits I have awaiting the grasp of my grapple. You Cherry ... will get popped and when I say that, don't think of it as pleasurable, think of it as miserable. When you walk around, keep all eyes open and aware son, cause I'm gonna sack your ass like Strahan, and trust me ... there will be no getting up for another play.
I am ready. I am set. I am fucking "go". I gave off a few wins, but no more giving, it's time to "take" and starting with Calvan ... I will take my pie and eat it. You are now witnessing a new "scene". You wanted 'real' ... you've gotten real' ... and now that it's here, there's no more keeping it under the 'cool'.
Get ready, son.
Fade.To.Black
