Intentions.
Dreamed of you this morning
Then came the dawn, and I thought you were here with me
If you could only see
How much i love you
That's all that's all that's all baby
[ :| Thrilled, happy, proud. It was hard to explain a win streak that has put me in a better state. I conquered and was now on my way to … face the same guy again? Fuck. Mayhem and Liana Lewis. The Odd couple. Shit, they want it again, we’ll serve em’ right. Back at the hotel, me and Desiree’ had already finished packing, getting our last few minutes in. A rough time on the outside of the stadium, but a good feeling of holding a “W” in the pocket, boosting me towards next week. |: ]
Desiree’: My baby put on one hell of a showing, only to receive a few cuts, but I can heal that up.
[ :| She looked at me with a glaring smile. A smile that could light up this room, besides the bed lamps that were on. She placed her head on my shoulder, while her arm hugged around me. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: Well we still got an hour darling. The maid did a good job, but we can make her comeback and re-straighten everything.
Desiree’: JUAN! [Laughs] Not just yet … it was that fulfilling last night, that you want seconds this morning?
Juan Ramirez: Hell Yeah … the baker man always deserves the sweetness.
[ :| I truly had a way of putting things. What was wrong with a morning deal. Guess she was right though. Save it. I’ll need it when it comes down to a “boost”. I could understand. It was all good. I laid her head back on my shoulder, as she kept the glaring smile on her face. |: ]
Desiree’: The baker man is just going to have to wait, because the pastry deliverer is not handing out any.
[ :| I let out a snarling look, as I got up off the bed. She looked at me, I held at stare towards at her. Few seconds passed as I quickly swept her off the edge of the bed, hoisting her up. She giggled in quite surprise as I held her in my hands. I then playfully slammed her back onto the bed. Filled with giggles, she tugged on my shirt, pulling me down on top of her. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: The baker man always win, even if he loses. He remains a winner.
Juan Ramirez: Not today, babe.
[ :| With a swift move, she pushed me off onto the side, rolling to the other side and getting up as she taunted me with the old “sticking out tongue” move. I got up from the bed, trapping her into the corner. I wrapped her in a strong hug, as she knew she couldn’t escape. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: Like I said …
[ :| I kissed her on the forehead and the gorgeous lips as all she could do was giggle. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: I always …
[ :| I kissed her again on the lips again … |: ]
Juan Ramirez: Get what …
[ :| And again … |: ]
Juan Ramirez: I want … and you know it.
[ :| Our noses touched as we whiffed them back and forth against each other. She then kissed me in return before she wrapped her hands around me, smiling continually. |: ]
Desiree’: Yeah, whatever! Don’t think I’ll get trapped in your palms each time now, Mister!
[ :| As our lips touched amongst each other. The door opened unexpectedly, as it was my Road Agent. An abrupt halt, as Desiree had refixed her jacket back on, brushing through her hair. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: Yeah man, what is it?
Agent: The limo is here …
Juan Ramirez: Aight, be down in a second.
[ :| The agent stepped back out the door, leaving it open as it closed back itself. I had re-straightened my cap, and grabbed my jacket. I looked back at Desiree’ as I kissed her on the forehead. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: They say timing will always be a factor. In other words, you’re damn lucky.
[ :| She stood on a stance with her hand on her hip. |: ]
Desiree’: Say what? Lucky? Whatever, Juan. Let’s just go before I embarrass you.
Juan Ramirez: Next time, doll-face. For now, time to roll out.
[ :| As we grabbed our bags, we headed out of the hotel room and down the hallway, heading down stairs as I checked out. Giving a “Thanks” for the stay before heading to the limo then to the airport for Cleveland, Ohio. As they say, on the road again. |: ]
No time to rest.
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I was taught be smart stay humble
I was taught be hard don't fumble
I was taught in these concrete jungle
Rumble young man rumble
[ :| Arriving in Cleveland a few hours later, it was becoming dark, a bit moisture in the air, as if it had rained or was about to. I held Desiree’s hand as we rushed into the hotel lobby. Soon as we rushed, everyone who was in there, currently stared at us, mainly me. I slowly waved my hands. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: Uh …. Hello?
[ :| All of a sudden, it seemed as if I was a tiger waiting to be tamed or so, as I was almost tackled. Desiree’ was pushed out of the way, as pictures and clothing gear was in my face, waiting to be signed. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: Uhm … Everybody get in line and let me get a chance to breathe.
[ :| The hungry fans backed off, giving me some space to roll through. Desiree’ glared at them, as she followed me up the steps, to the room, where I quickly dropped onto the bed in need of rest before the show in the coming hours. Desiree’ had quickly dropped her bags on the floor near the door as she rushed to my aid, checking to see if I was okay with a tap on the lips. |: ]
Desiree’: Damn baby, you alright …
Juan Ramirez: Yeah, I guess …
[ :| Like me being okay, fuck no. Tired, Exhausted, Irritated, but in all, I was a famous guy, who wore a dime-piece with him every week. It was amazing. Killing myself to please everyone. I had to stop before I really killed myself. Desiree’ was there by my side as she had always been, even when I was a complete asshole. She, with the angelic approach kept me in her heart as well as in check. |: ]
Desiree’: So you going back down stairs to those crazy folks?
[ :| I looked at her with a “Are You Serious?” look. She began to slightly chuckle. She laid her hand under my chin, as it rolled down to my chest. I looked at her, up and down, as she wondered what was up. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: Now you wait till I’m tired as hell to try and get frisky. You are really unpredictable.
Desiree’: I’m giving you a pre-match healing. I know you’re gonna’ swipe the floor with those chumps.
[ :| She had a way with making me smile. She wasn’t to fond with wrestling, but as all good women, she supported her man. She did just that, laying there by my side, staring at the white ceiling, that seemed to become full of ripples as I stared at it. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: Yeah, I’m going to take em’ to town. Stick the foot up their ass and pull the string. A human lawnmower.
[ :| A laugh from me as well from her. She kissed me on the cheek. |: ]
Desiree’: I think they are hungry for a autograph from you downstairs.
Juan Ramirez: Yeah, well if they are die hard fans, I’m pretty sure they can wait till I’m more refreshed in the morning.
[ :| I smacked my head back into the pillow, as Desiree’ knew how I was when I was tired. I’d become grumpy and irritant. She just patted me on the stomach, smiling before turning out the lights. |: ]
Desiree’: I’ll go downstairs and tell them. Get some rest …
[ :| As she went out the door to tell the hungry fans that I wouldn’t be coming down, I fell fast asleep as I knew time would be coming, and I’d have to be on the “A-Game” yet again. From Breakdown to Gang Rulz. I need to make the best of it. Some would say “Good Luck”, but in my mind, luck isn’t needed. |: ]
Goodnight to the world.
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I get that paper, I do it major
I'm stayin sucker-free and, I'm shakin haters (OHH!)
I ain't really tryin to hurt nobody (say what?)
I ain't really tryin to hurt nobody (say what?)
I ain't really tryin to hurt nobody
Is somebody gonna get hurt up in here? Probably
Showdown Numero Dos?
You know what I find strange yet pretty much a first. I’ve never seen a person who I beat the holy shit out return the next week for another edition. It’s quite amazing. It’s quite stupid of that person to come back for more. Need some more sense knocked back into you, or are you trying to recreate some kind of Déjà vu? I understand when the track came out and said “Dust Yourself Off And Try Again!”, it gave people the inspiration to try again if they fail to succeed the first time, but in this case …
It’s not going to be a different outcome for you.
Whether you come as yourself or with another no-named, un-important shithole, the outcome will still be the same. Bring a Liana. Bring a Gigi. Fuck, you can even bring a pet named Scooby-Doo for all I care. As I said, the outcome will remain the same. Whether you like it or not, Mayhem … you’re just a piece of shit waiting to get flushed. The problem has been solved.
Don’t be sorry … Be gone.
To make it in this enviroment, kid … you need more than just some short dud’ named Minimi. You need some “actual” talent. Calling yourself “Mayhem” and giving yourself the persona of a problem child here … that’s just not going to fucking work here.
You’re not really alone, though
There’s another dipshit around in the SCW department, named Jack Campbell. You know, the guy who’s already in the “pits”. Part of that shitty “Pitt Crew”? Yeah well me and him have to face of, AGAIN! Instead of fighting someone with a dencent rep, I got to face some shitty-ass guy who’s making his comeback. Since Cherry wants to see what I’m worth along with a few others. I’ll go ahead and show him. Breakdown and Gang Rulz. If I don’t get what I deserve, I’ll give Cherry a “pop”. A pop right on the thick-headed dork.
So you see Mayhem, it’s really not going to be a good night for either you or Lewis. Knowing Liana, she’d rather play invisible than team up. Either way man, it’s a waste. A waste of having Liana as a partner, and a waste of committing suicide by entering this match. Good luck, hombre’.
Somebody tell em it's murder
It’ll be like last time, a room ordered in ICU, only this time, you’ll have yourself a partner. So the question lies on you, Liana. Ready to feel the fever or get a black onion ring around your eye. Or better yet, not show up at all. Making it that easier and ultimate victory for me and my homeboy, Carrington. This isn’t the first team-up between us. We have a system. You and Mayhem will struggle like hell. Wish you both luck, but more of a “R.I.P”. Yeah, I know that was a little harsh, but it’s true. Have them EMT’s ready, someone is going to be leaving with some bandaging needed.
With this lesson, we hope you learn it.
This is the end.
The message is sent.
The AOL Guy should be speaking now.
AOL Guy: “You’ve Got Owned!”
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