Problems.
[ :| We had finally landed in Birmingham, Alabama, as it as quite hot and muggy. Seemed to have rained earlier with the way it felt. As I held my arm around Desiree's waist, we traveled the sidewalks, passing several homes, while we were headed to the nearest restaurant, in need of a cool, soothing drink. I was pretty sure there were some around in the neighborhood. After minutes of walking, they found a nice stop, "Dave's Stop N' Go" Carryout/Restaurant. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: There we go, darling … a nice place right there on the corner. Let’s check it.
[ :| Walking across the street, we were there. I followed behind her as I opened the door. She looked around, as I could instantly smell the greasy fragrance from the frying behind the counter. Very old-school. Tables out front and inside. The counter and cookers right there, where you can watch them cook. Very classic. |: ]
Desiree’: Wow, this is very nice!
Juan Ramirez: I know, they do it big in the Dirty South.
[ :| As we looked around, we finally took a seat at one of the backend tables. I couldn’t afford to be seen and get distracted like at the restaurant last week. I drove my fingers through her wavy hair, as the waitress had then stopped by to take our order. She greeted us before asking what did we want. |: ]
Waitress: Anything I can get you this morning?
[ :| She looked through the menu as her eyes had walloped out of her head. I awaited to see what she wanted. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: What you up for darlin’?
Desiree’: Jesus, I could get all of it, but I’ll take the Morning Entrée’ with the grits, eggs, pancakes and bacon. And an Ice Tea.
[ :| The waitress wrote it down, as she looked at me. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: Damn, that’s pretty nice there. I’ll do that one as well. With the Ice Tea.
[ :| The waitress nodded as she hurried to the back, giving the cooks the order. |: ]
Desiree’: So classy and fast service …
[ :| I agreed, with a nod of my head, as I was looking around, seeing as how we were the only ones in here. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: Sure is lonely as hell in here. Only us up in here.
[ :| She looked around as well and found it quite strange, also with the few people up there cooking, looking at us on and off. |: ]
Desiree’: Umm … I’m sure it’s just different timing down here. Let’s just enjoy our time here.
[ :| As the waitress comes flying out, another man loudly comes through. One of those Hillbillian-types, a loaded shotgun, with a pair of cover-alls on as he came this way, as he cocked it. He came right up to me with it pointed at my head. One hell of a pissed-off looking dude. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: WHOA! What the hell, man?
[ :| The guy said nothing, just held the aim, while closening up a bit more. Desiree’ was surely frightened, as she covered into the corner. |: ]
Guy: We don’t want you here! You have no rights here!
Juan Ramirez: Hey man, is this a joke to make me shit my pants, man? I mean, I know it’s Halloween Eve and all but …
Guy: Do I look like one of those damn scarecrows, do I have a costume on with a pumpkin basket? NO! I said, we don’t want you here.
[ :| I easily scooted up, seeing as how it was not worth it. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: Aight man, chill down. We’re outta’ here.
[ :| I got up as Desiree’ quickly followed behind me, holding my hand as we slowly back out. |: ]
Guy: If I ever see you two back in here, there won’t be any escaping.
[ :| We nodded as we got to the door and escaped, high-tailing out of the restaurant. Seems like the shit didn’t yet end down here yet. Oh well, fuck it. An early trip to the arena. Well first, a change of pants. |: ]
Ah shit man, I need some tissue.
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[ :| After being picked up in the limo after high-tailing out of that damn restaurant, me and Desiree' traveled a bit shaken as hell to the arena to check it out and probably hang out before all the rest would show up, checking it out ahead of time. Finally a half-hour later, we arrived at the arena, checking it out. You know the usual, where the locker room, stage area, all the good stuff behind scenes. Walking up to the entrance door, I had opened up the door for Desiree' as she slightly giggled walking in. I looked around before going inside, instantly looking at the promotional posters for SCW's Breakdown with fellow superstars on the poster. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: This seems like a much better environment.
[ :| Desiree’ clinched back onto me, like during the trip to here. She was still trembled from that. |: ]
Desiree’: I don’t like it here anymore.
[ :| I held her as I scanned around for some assistance. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: Yeah I know. I’m not for it either, few more hours babe, and we’re heading back home.
[ :| As I held her, we walked around, searching for some assistance so we could find our locker room. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: Damn, nobody in here either. Shit!
[ :| Finally after a minute or so of looking, you could hear footsteps from around the corner. A little timid, I stood there waiting to see who it was. It was thankfully a lady. I stepped up to her. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: Excuse me miss ….
[ :| She halts as she listens up. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: Do you know where the locker room section is located. I’m here for the SCW event later tonight. I usually set everything up before showtime.
[ :| She nods as she points out in direction. |: ]
Lady: Yes, down that hall, when you get to the end of it, take those stairs to your left down into the other hallway and the male locker rooms are there.
Juan Ramirez: Alright, thank you!
[ :| We walked on as she continued where she was heading. We continued to look around, making our way down the hall. Desiree’ had never let go of my black leather jacket as she was still in quite a shock. It wasn’t easy for her to forget, like I could forget them. All the experience I had to handle, I was a bit more aware of the situation. Atleast we were alright. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: Now you can finally rest up a little while.
[ :| As we reached the locker room section, I opened the door as it looked luxurious. Wide Screen plasma on the wall. Very laid out. Sofa, Couch, Wooden Bench and of course the lockers. I was impressed. I instantly dropped my bags, before slouching instantly onto the couch. |: ]
Desiree’: Well haven’t you made yourself comfortable!
[ :| She swaggered her way over towards me, before choosing to use me as a couch and lay herself on me. I didn’t mind it, as she glared up at me with the signature smile. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: Yeah Yeah, don’t be gettin’ all comfy there, missy!
[ :| She giggled as she became more relaxed. Finally we had a place we could rest. |: ]
The grass is always greener on the other side.
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It’s Showtime.
You know what, Mayhem. I just realized this is completely a fucking waste of time. You know the usual deal, it goes in one ear, comes out the other. You haven't taken the warning serious enough. You think I'm just a paper bag waiting to get folded and thrown away?
If you're thinking that way, then you have a lot of learning to do.
You see man, I've been struggling hard, each week in and out ever since I was discovered on the scene. Working for change, not dollars but change. Pennies, Nickels, Dimes, Quarters. I've passed every obstacle I've came across. Many say I don't belong here, but you know what I do to those comments. I shake em' off like Jello and prove them wrong. Syndicate Inc. brought me in for a reason. They liked my style, cocky, arrogant at times, but well trained to kick ass like no other.
Now, I'm not doubting you, soldier, because you do have some quality within your technique, but truth be told.
I'm greater than you.
I never thought of quiiting. You all thought I would from my sack of losses. If you fell for that, you could fall into shit easily. It made everyone aware. Me, Silkk, Shyne, Shorty Jr, we are essential pieces in SCW. SCW cannot live without us. It seen what we had, and if we even dare left it, even still with it’s original faces, it wouldn’t be the same. You only got your cheap lines to carry you half-way, but that train stops come Breakdown. Make jokes of my nationality, does it matter? Nope. You should be telling yourself it’s never too late. You can lay your biker chain down, and run like a born and raised pussy. With a name like Mayhem, you could’ve brought some more steam instead of trying to be a comedian. This is SCW, not Comedy Central. Save it for life after I put your punk-ass out of buisness.
Now see, you instantly think my ego has just mde a major raise, but you have no clue. I'm always right, always have been. Ego doesn't rule my universe. A lot of people here lives with their ego. Can't leave it alone. They always think they're better than everyone else. I'm different. If I know I have it won, I'll have that cocky side. It's who I am. I am with a powerful group, and that makes us that much more unstoppable.
This tournament they having, they threw other names in the pocket, but skipped over me, because you begged and pleaded for a match. You wanted to be seen on the television screen again. Yet you have no clue how far your ass is going to get embarrassed.Underground Rules. I experienced that a few times, not including my previous one here in SCW. Before I was known, doing the boxing thing, thinking I'd go into the boxing league, I was in the Underground boxing league. The only way to win, is to beat your opponent fucking senseless. Not with weapons, young man … but with fists.
I will be looking forward to knocking the piss donkey shit out of you.
Hopefully you'll be ready kid, if not. I can only hope you'll be able to skip the ER room. You can use all the weapons you want, but lets see if you'll be able to swing. Don't even think of bringing your little friend there, or his ass will be screwed as well. Fuck this, I've wasted more time on you than I have with anyone else.
To answer your question why I consider myself the Golden Child. Remember you don’t actually need some damn title on your waist to be called that. I call myself that due to the reason, I bring in money for SCW. The Syndicate dedicated ourselves to building the brand up to what it is now. Something that is interesting. You know it, you all know it. Single reason why we called it Syndicate Championship Wrestling. We earned it. You haven’t. So shut it before you catch a cap in your ass. Never doubt my promises kid, if you do, you’ll always be screwed, not only mentally but physically as well. You’ll be out of luck and out of time. So shut the senseless yapping and do what you said you were going to do. I’ll be waiting on the other side of the ring for you and your chain.
Show up or be KO'd.
I'll SuperBeat This Hoe ….
