Fixed.
From the moments of pain
Look how far we done came
Haters saying ya changed
Now ya doing ya thing
[ :| It was a refreshing morning, that included no worrying. None at all. As Desiree’ still stirred around in bed. I couldn’t stay in bed any longer. There I was, in the living room. Eyes directed on to the mantle above the fireplace in which photo booth pictures of I and Desiree’, happily as ever. Earlier years before the gap had become a huge problem in what we had going earlier. A smile on my face, glad of having her back by my side. I know I was such a fuck-up in relationships, but I think I pretty much fixed that “glitch”. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: If it’s possible, I’d like to keep this good thing going. No fuck-ups, no bullshit. Letting me finally step up to yet another stage and making things right.
[ :| As I continued to stare at the memorable pics, standing in the middle of the entertainment room, the approach of a surprising Desiree’ catching me guard, wrapping her arms onto my side. She looked up to me with her hazel brown eyes, with the smile of a princess, as they shined brightly. A kiss on the lips and wrapping herself around me, instantly led to my arms wrapping around her shoulders. |: ]
Desiree’: Who were you speaking to, darling?
[ :| I didn’t think she’d hear me, but I just looked at her, and back at the pictures on the mantle. Looking back at her. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: Ahh, just senseless jabbering crap from my mouth. Just thinking about stuff. Didn’t think you’d hear me.
Desiree’: Yeah, sure you were … I can easily hear that sweet little voice of yours. Anything you want me to fix you up?
[ :| I looked at her, as she flung her hair, swishing it around. Didn’t think she’d be willing to do that. I shrugged my shoulders, as it wasn’t really anything to think of. She smiled as she ran her fingers up my Yankee’s tee. God, she knew how to do that so well. Made you just want to go at her and never stop. I rested my hands on the sides of her face, caressing her skin, as I just smiled. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: No need to … It’s not your job.
Desiree’: I know, but I want to, for you, at least.
[ :| My hands stayed stuck to her face as the warmness made it impossible to release them. I kissed her on the forehead, as she gave me that look. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: Yeah, alright … I’m not messin’ with you. If you want to, go ahead. Everything’s in the fridge’ and freezer. Pans and pots in the bottom cabinet to your left.
[ :| As she slowly ran her hand under my chin, with that sexy smile. It just made me want to let loose and re-start what we created last night after the dinner from the restaurant. I looked at her steadily while she headed into the kitchen. I finally ran my left hand across the top of my head, stretching before taking a sit down on the sofa. |: ]
Desiree': I definitely enjoyed that wonderful treat last night. Good way to make a chick like me fall asleep in love, and wake up still with that dream.
[ :| As funny as that sounded, it was true. Something that wonderfully done, would make a chick go wild for answers to why one would go so far and do everything in one night. Easy simple answer … there weren't too many "good" men on Earth such as I. It was sort of rare when you look at it. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: You know how I am girl, … I always love to leave lasting impressions on the women. I can't help it, it's not a disease, it's just giving back for what you're worth.
[ :| You could hear her giggle a mile away after I commented. A few minutes had passed by. She came back into the entertainment room, where I was sitting. Resting herself upon my lap, gazing into my eyes, as I did at hers. The smell of bacon, and the sweetish perfume that layered itself in the air made me smile while my arm slithered behind her head and neck, with my other hand rested on her legs. She giggled some more. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: You know what I was thinking? This week you know I gotta travel to Birmingham, Alabama for Breakdown. I was thinking maybe if you wanted to ….
Desiree': [Placing her hand over Juan's lips] I'd love to…
[ :| She rose off of me, getting back onto her feet, as she brushed her hair back. |: ]
Desiree': When you wanna' leave?
[ :| Looking right at my watch, I shrugged my shoulders, as I too got up, stretching once more. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: We can leave now … or once you get yourself together …
Juan Ramirez: Alrighty, gimme' a few minutes to get fly and we can roll.
[ :| She grinned at me, while she passed on by towards the back, while I stood there, straightening my grey Polo shirt. I then tossed on my Nike cap, as the fly grin stayed upon my face. |: ]
We were fly all together.
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I never quite told you this
How much you meant to me?
From first sight that first night
I knew instantly
That you'd be the one for me
Deep down in my heart baby, oh yeah
[ :| Man, the traffic was surely high within the airport. In what I thought would be an easy getaway, ended up being a flashing light frenzy throughout the airport. Many with cameras, catching not only me, but my sweetheart girlfriend. I didn't expect it like this, but how can you expect the outcome of like while being a popular superstar athlete. We ignored as much as we could to make a quick escape. She looked at me, a bit surprised and anxious, but I knew she wasn't much for being in the middle of the spotlight, the reason, we wanted to make a quick getaway. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: C'mon, we can go this route …
[ :| I led her by the hand, as we scurried along the route I usually go. As we got through, she took a quick breathe as so did I, seeing as we made it pass the gate as we stood in the long line, awaiting to aboard the plane. |: ]
Desiree': Baby, I don't know how you do this every week …
[ :| I chuckled slightly to her comment as I had my dark shades on. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: It takes a while, you just gotta' be interactive, and well good awareness. The press can be a total prick' at times like this.
Desiree': I just couldn't take being in such pressure. Well I guess I never really had no one who was famous. Well now that I do, … I gotta' get used to it.
[ :| I nodded, with the line moving up as it was boarding the plane. We approached the lady. |: ]
Lady: Welcome aboard Jet Blue Airlines. Enjoy the flight!
[ :| As we stepped past the lady, boarding the plane. A smile crept upon my face, with my girl on the side of me, set to fly off into the clouds, and hopes of everything rolling smoothly. We should be taking landing within a couple of hours. I'm going to be surely rested, waiting to chew this week's opponent. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: No worries, mama' … Papi' will keep you covered.
It's going down, down
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You stand before me
Now we stare eye to eye
Before another second clicks away, one of us will die
You reach for your metal as I reach for mine
The sound of bullets flying through the air is followed by a cry
And there cryin'
I found the solution.
Have you ever felt that feeling of being down for a bit, then one day coming back with such strong forceful winds behind your back, pushing you to ultimate victory? For example, look at me. I took the "jobber" role for a good three or four weeks. The crazy rollercoaster played the role well. Last week gave me a sudden urge of confidence and power.
Now I'm stronger than ever.
No, don't start thinking for one second, I've gone like Real Speed and become a cocky little bitch. I only become over confident when I know I have something better than the other guy. That I do. Again, it's not because I'm going into my second match inside of a Underground Rules match. No flashbacks will be drawn of the last match up within this Underground Rules match against Jay Gold. I know what is expected of me, and with a silly little kid named Mayhem, the name gives no fear to me. Just something to make a rookie piss his pants when he comes in as a new comer.
However I'm no "rookie"
Weapons, I know about weapons. Probably more than you do, Mayhem. I live around weapons, twenty-four seven. It's part of life here in Brooklyn, and Harlem. Not only guns, but knives, icepic, whatever is a great advantage towards the other. I admit, Jay Gold did me up well, but I've learned, and well come Breakdown and our match. Let's just say by the end of the bout, it'll be a "clean sweep" for moi'.
I'll be your "Picker-Upper" for the night.
Breakdown, it won't be about Greg Cherry. Fuck a Cherry, Fuck a Speed, Fuck a Chad Evans. No one can be GOD, but GOD. However, he fills he's a "great" fit to be given that name. I think otherwise. He's as ordinary as the rest. He may be our SCW Champion, but don't think he'll be that for too long. One day, GOD will be defeated, and his version of the ten commandments will be no more. All of the ego-headed monsters will fall one day off their thrown. Like I said, Breakdown will be about Syndicate Inc's comeback to the top. Getting rid of a load helped us feel much better. We are coming back with the striking force that we had before the slump at Tactical Terror.
I brought my "A" game last week, and I'll have it again this week and so forth. Sarah tried, but she was the one who couldn't bring it and as she said, "taking care of her buisness". She spent too much time dreaming than realizing her fate. She spent too much time being licked over than kicking it in gear. I dissessembled her, and now this kid was next. Mayhem, I hope you brought your lunch and dinner, because it's going to be one long ass night for you. I'm not going to underestimate you. Trust me on that. You've done a little something with your stay here, but now it's time to take that wicked test. Time to struggle those feet into the endzone. Time to put more charcoal in the grill and burn it up.
It's win or lose. Bleed or Not to Bleed.
Bring all you got, chainsaws, weed whackers. Fuck you can bring one of those damn Poke-figures you adore so much. Bring what you need and think that will score you victory. But don't slip up or else, you'll be the one given more than just problems. This is the scene where you either come back or stay the loser and cry in your Spongebob Pajamas while singing the blues. I warned you. It's your turn to either make an impact or stay "soft" like the rest here.
It's your choice.
No thinking needed. This problem is already solved.
