The Killer Quiteness Continues ...
It is the life we chose, where friends become foes
and the dough´ll get you killed quicker than you know
This is the life we chose, bring fake snakes & hoes
and the only way out, is death or goin broke
This the life we chose, aint too many happy endings
That is why there aint too many happy niggaz in it
And I will admit it, this life´s fucked up but yo..
(but yo..) this life´s the only life I know {*echoes}
"Life We Choose "
"Nastradamus" - Nas
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Is This A Sign Of A Repetition?
by Marc Bethea
Within the past weeks of his showings in Supreme Championship Wrestling, Juan has been pretty 'iffy'. He started out on fire, but when he had the golden chance for a championship, it seemed as if he was put on ice. Three Consecutive losses to The Real Speed, which left many wondering whether Juan Ramirez was for real or was he nothing more than a loser these days.
With his time spent in Evolution Wrestling as the World Champ, and before then, IWA Pure Champion, it seemed those were the days we all cherished of Mr. Harlem's Finest. No doubt he is part of the biggest stable in SCW, but the question remains whether Juan is a strong link or a 'weak' link. He's had several shots at gold. His swagger led him to opportunities after opportunities, but it seemed he played dead when it came to that shining moment.
After this week's premiere of SCW going three hours with Breakdown, will Juan strike another shot at gold in SCW, or will he become 'cold turkey' and get eaten alive by those who are not far behind him? I got the chance to speak with Ramirez the other day on this situation ...
MB: Juan ... it's been questioned of your mark in SCW. Previous weeks, you've played a dominant role, and other weeks, with those shots at gold, you've failed to etch your name into the stone. Are you still where you once was ... at the top of your game?
Juan Ramirez: The past weeks and those failures are behind me. I'm on a hot streak, continuing on with this week and then next, and then next. I could give a damn about what you or the press say. This is wrestling. You can survive or you can be killed. You pick the side. You're right, I did drop the ball several times in the past weeks, but that's done and over with. I've caught a "spark", and right now, I'm going to soon re-visit that golden opportunity that I lossed. Good things happen to those who wait, and I'm one patient mother---. Me being with Syndicate. It's a family, a group. We have each other's back. We make plans and take action ...
MB: Okay so wh----
Juan Ramirez: Ssshsh ...
Juan Ramirez: Syndicate is powered up. We've gained more power to what we already have. The games are over. The B.S is over with. It's time to do what we do best. It's time to take it to another level. It's time we go at em' head on. This is a WAR. Only one family can survive. Syndicate will never die. Every week will become crucial to everyone. Those who's eager for gold. It's getting crucial to the point, it's heart-aching. Syndicate will soon be the face of SCW, as we will have all the gold that is available. We already hold the tag titles with Carrington and Shyne. It's about time we add more to the wall. That is all you're going to get. You want more. You watch Breakdown, and watch us do exactly that. Breaking it down. In Syndicate, we keep it gangsta' .... now go you Ryan Seacrest wanna-be a--hole.
As you can see, Juan has given his cents on the actions. We'll see if Juan is true to his words or whether he'll remain stuck in the bunker'. I am Marc Bethea for New York Times ....
Leaving.The.Club – (Skit)
Sunday September 30th 2007
2:35 am – Houston, Texas
[ :| The partying and celebrating a new beginning with MC and the fellow celebs had come to an end. A night that was filled with wine and food and toasts, it was now done. It was game time. Only a few hours were left before SCW would become the ‘Syndicate Show’. Hours away from asses getting kicked and tossed all over the damn place. Juan dressed in his gold suit, with black stripes, a bright scene, but nevertheless, he stood ‘fly’. Flying with golden colors, being the ‘Golden Boy’ of SCW, he knew within time, he’d grab another shot at gold. He didn’t care what gold it was, as long as it was a championship belt. Syndicate has now evolved, and with that, Juan has evolved with it. It’s been a long ass time since there was such a ‘blaze’ as there was now in SCW. It was now official, the games have ended, and the war has taken it’s place. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: Yo MC, that party was tight as shit man … I’m still amazed at how many celebs were in there clapping and shit. We are definitely going to fucking take over.
Michael “Silkk” Carrington: Oh hell yeah, Syndicate will be taking over, these next few months will be monumental. I’m sick of seeing those ass-kissers hog the light when they don’t even deserve it. It’s our time.
Juan Ramirez: I totally understand. I’m gonna get an early start, catch the flight to Tampa Bay and get an early start. By the end of the night, Syndicate will highlight the night once more.
Michael “Silkk” Carrington: Aight then …. It’s On!
[ :| Juan filicked his hand up as if turning on a switch, as he smirks. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: Hell yeah it is, holmes. See you in ‘Piratee’ Town’ … ARRRGHHHHH!
[ :| The limo pulls off as Juan holds up his thumb, as he rolled the windows back up. The scene faded. |: ]
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Swimming.with.the.Sharks
Monday, October 1st 2007
1:43 pm – Tampa, Florida
[ :| The scene took place in the inner-town of Tampa, Florida. Many joggers traveling down the sidewalks and streets, as the sun peaked through the somber clouds, bringing light upon those who were enjoying the comfortability so far. From a far distance, you could soon spot Juan Ramirez with a New York Giants windbreaker as he is chatting and walking along with a precious young lady. Chatting back and forth as they appeared closer and closer, giggles appearing on the lady’s face as Ramirez kept the laughter going as they neared the cross-walk. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: You know … it’s only been a few minutes, but you shoulda’ known this was coming. How bout’ you go back to your spot, get something hot to put on and let J-Ram take you to dinner and maybe if you act right … J-Ram will add a finishing touch by the end of the night.
[ :| She let out a smirk and a laugh, as she placed her hand on her hip trying to give the act. |: ]
Sonya: Oh is that right? I dunno how those girls up in NYC are, but it takes more than dinner and a movie and good sex to get me to fall in your arms, mister.
Juan Ramirez: Haha, funny how you should mention that. But uhh … you might not see a good offer like this in somethin’ somethin’ years …
Sonya: Yeah? Well we’ll see what kinda offer you can output. Don’t stand me up or I’ll fuckin’ cut you …
[ :| Juan just laughs at her comment … |: ]
Juan Ramirez: Okay, I like them emo’ bitches … they love cuttin’ shit up. I got one as my bodyguards, so we come in peace. Look, I’ll pick you up at 7’ … Don’t have the ‘ Golden Boy’ waiting.
Sonya: Hey, we already have someone called the Golden Boy, and he’s the Caddy of them Buccaneers.
[ :| Juan twists his head up in the sky … |: ]
Juan Ramirez: Whatever dear … just be ready …
[ :| As Juan had made a cut and turned down the street, the chick gave off a slick smirk, as she looked around giving a thumbs up, speaking in her small microphone wired on her … |: ]
Sonya: It’s all set …
[ :| She smirks as the scene closes out. |: ]
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( A ‘Loose’ Wire )
It’s that time again
Juan is gon-na’ shine again
Fuckers al-ways hatin’ him
Well, what can you say …?
… I’m Dyno-MITTEEEEEEEEE!!
Yeah I am … it’s been that way since I came out stuntin’ like mah momma’. My pops was too worried about saving his own ass to worry about me. I did it all mostly, and I’m still here, doing what I’ve been doing for a good damn while now. Kicking mucho’ grande’ ass and taking valuable names, pawning them in for the cheap cash value I could gain from it. Money is money though, I will say that. Every dollar earned makes a hustler that much richer.
Just take for example, last week’s Breakdown … Syndicate Inc. remains on top as the most dominating fucking stable since …. Since …. EVER. We’ve gotten that much greater with the recent edition of the Infamous one, Jeremy Diaz. Truth be told, I heard about this dude a lot when I was in my own little underground circuit, before wrestling became my mainstay.
Consider the addition of Diaz, we still haven’t gained the critics attention yet. I don’t know if they’re doing it on purpose, or they’re just stupid as shit in the head.
Dynamite X, I don’t know you from left to right. But what I do know is you got smacked left and right from my stable mate, Shyne. Now, you can curse the world to hell kid, because your chances of taking this match is like trying to make fifty dollar bill appear out of a five dollar bill. It just isn’t going to fucking happen. I’m going to make this your last resort, and when I’m done, you’ll end up in worse shape than Mr. Calvan Greene, who I hear is still tending to his boiled over fruits’. That was a great move, Calvan … catching a ‘boner’ before our match. A very smart move from you kid. Let’s just hope Dynamite-boy here won’t blow himself up before this match.
Within this three-hour debut, I’ll take one hour just bashing your head in full while you still try and figure out why you put yourself in a volatile position as this. I’ll show you first-hand just why …. Just why I am ‘Golden’. Starting this week and on through the months coming up and years in the future, Syndicate will be a name that will never be erased, never be overwritten or talked bad about. If talked bad about, it’s only from those who are considered MVH’s (Most Valuable Haters) in which that also lets others know that because of their hating asses, their asses also got tossed in the trash dump.
I’m done talking because you’re gonna be just like the others. Believe you’re this and that and wind up with your bitch-ass on the mat, looking for what the 411 is, and not one person is gonna give you the words up. You had your chance to escape, but seemingly you’re hard-head and as the saying goes, a hard head makes a soft ass, so I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into, sonny’ boy.
The games have started. The bullshitting sequence is now over and done with.
Fade.To.Black
