Hello Brooklyn
Baby I look good with you.
You should know that you look good with me too. (true)
Let me ride through the hood with you,
And show you to my boys cuz ooh, ooh you.
[ :| Pretty much partly cloudy. Back home since a few weeks ago (almost a month). Desiree’ was digging the traveling sessions. Seeing me win and shopping her ass of on my change, treating her to the good life. She pretty much deserved it. Doing what she does best. It was about time that I gave her something. As we both were sporting hoodies, due to the breezy cold air. We took a nice a walk around town. Only a month and I missed home. Brooklyn, Harlem, it was home. No matter what anybody said. They choose to disrespect it, and I’ll punch em’ in their mouth. We had time to spend before we traveled down the New Jersey Turnpike, to head to East Rutherford for the event. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: You still cold, darling’?
Desiree’: Yeah, a little. I’m okay though. It’s good to be back home isn’t it?
Juan Ramirez: You know it! Nothing better than performing in your basement.
[ :| She clinged herself onto my arm, as she laid her head on my shoulder. I ran my hand around her perfect waist, bringing her closer in, as we crossed the street to the other side. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: We’ll be there in a bit.
[ :| We were headed to a small outside restaurant. We were a block or so away. Martello’s Italian Restaurant. A stop for a nice lunch platter and a drink. Something not heavy but great as well. I used to come to Martello’s a long while ago. Haven’t been in a while. It was in close distance, so I thought it’d be great place to get something to eat. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: Almost there.
Desiree’: Where are we going to anyway? You never told me.
Juan Ramirez: … To get something to eat before we roll into New Jersey.
[ :| She nodded with a smile, before she went back to her position, laying her head on my shoulder, as she was still locked around my arm. It wasn’t cold, cold. It was just the breezy air that led to being it pretty chilly-like. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: Ahh there we go, missy. Martello’s Italian Restaurant. Get something in that belly of yours.
Desiree’: You know I can’t eat too much, Juan. I’m trying to keep in fit.
[ :| I halted before we got there, in which I flipped up the bottom of her jacket, a tid bit reaching underneath her two linen tops. I felt her belly as it was pretty well in shape. |: ]
Desiree’: JUAN!
Juan Ramirez: You got enough room to stuff a little Italian something-something in that belly of yours.
[ :| She pulled her jacket back down as my ice-freezing hands felt onto her flat belly. She hit me in the arm as we had already crossed the street, standing in front of the restaurant. She brushed her hair back, as we entered the luxury styled restaurant. |: ]
Desiree’: [Sniffs and Inhales] Oh my god … it smells so good in here.
Juan Ramirez: Well of course, this is Italian Restaurant. Not just any restaurant, but Juan’s favorite restaurant. Martello knows how to make you melt.
[ :| She looked around, as I led her around the tables. Nodding at the servants and waitress as well as the hostess that was setting up the tables, with napkins, salt and pepper shakers. Desiree’ quickly fell in love with the place as she couldn’t stop staring at the layout of the restaurant. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: There’s Martello …
Juan Ramirez: Martello … the Maestro of cooking up a dish like no one else …
[ :| He looked around, as his eyes lit up, seeing his bud stop by after a good long while. He instantly came over greeting me and Desiree’. |: ]
Martello: [Italian Accent] Juan, how’s everything going, buddy? It’s been a while. Who’s the sweet lady there beside you?
Juan Ramirez: This is my lovely girlfriend, Desiree’ Hopkins. Soon to be Ramirez when time comes. I’ve been alright, back in the area, getting ready for the event tomorrow night in East Rutherford.
Martello: [Italian Accent] Ah New Jersey, I see. I forgot you were a wrestler now. Still a knockout sensation?
Juan Ramirez: You know it. I haven’t loss a step. It’s on Pay Per View.
Martello: [Italian Accent] Good, Good. I’ll try and order it. You know with this business, it’s quite hard to catch rest. I think I’m soon going to retire from doing this. I’m getting old and not as quite a sensation as I was once. I can do the cooking well, but the live shows I do here. The tossing, flipping and everything. Reason why I’m teaching my fellow chefs the tricks and trades.
Juan Ramirez: Ah damn, glad to be able to make it here then. It’s hard to hear that you’re going to be retiring soon. You think you can whop up some of your trademark meal for my girl here. I told her you were a bad dude on the grill. She hasn’t ate nothing all day.
[ :| He nodded with a smile. |: ]
Martello: As lovely as she is, I’ll be glad to whip up something for you and her. Hey, come on out to the deck, tables out there, you both can enjoy the nice breeze on the deck with the view of the water.
[ :| He led us towards the deck out back of the restaurant, as you could instantly feel the breeze flow and smack you directly in the face. Desiree’ grabbed my right hand as she held it tagging along to the back. There it was, the deck with the grand setup. |: ]
Martello: [Italian Accent] Isn’t it just lovely, Juan?
Juan Ramirez: Very lovely, Mr. Martello. You know we could’ve just gotten the regular treatment.
Martello: [Italian Accent] Ahh hush that crap up. No need, you’ve always been a great customer to me and my staff. The least I can do. Now you two enjoy yourselves, while I whop up something for you two.
[ :| As he walked back inside, Desiree’ looked at me, smiling, as she brushed her hair back from her face due to the lovely breeze. She continued to smile, holding both of my hands now. |: ]
Desiree’: You’re too sweet. This is soo beautiful. This whole setting. It’s just perfect. Look at the Seagulls and ducks in the water. So beautiful, baby.
Juan Ramirez: I told you that you’d love it here. Martello is the beast.
Desiree’: To me, you are a beast …
[ :| She leaned in, as she held her hands on top of mines, kissing me on the lips. It was something about each time she kissed me, it was like a burst of energy blowing right into my body. She just stared at me, as the scene blackened to a slow fade out. |: ]
I'm so, you so, we so fly.
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If you mad I'm on top, then wish me gone
If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me home
And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me wrong
But after your three wishes - BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
Haven’t we crossed paths before?
Jack Campbell? Jack Campbell? That name sounds familiar. No, you aren’t from 24, that’s Jack Bauer. Ohhh, I know you … that’s right. I beat your ass up, you and your friend. My debut match, I took you boys to town in that tag match. This time it’s just me and you, the member of the “Armpit Crew”. You all stink like shit.
It’s already time to hit the showers, kid.
Just say it everyone, Juan Ramirez cleans out competition. Mayhem and Liana Lewis. They couldn’t stand it. The second trip for Mayhem was yet another failure. Liana? Her middle name is “failure”. Liana “I’m such a fucking failure” Lewis. I could look at you when I came into the Syndicate, formerly known as the ‘Dynasty’. I could see you were just a cute face. Not even really that. Just a toss up for one to fuck you then hit the road. Carrington was with you, you still did nothing but run the trap. Now look at you, failing at everything you do. It’s time for a new day-time job for you Ms. Lewis, because it’s no fucking way you’re going to be my fellow brother-mates, Sillk and Shyne. You can forget that now. You wasted your opportunity. Sleeping with God didn’t bless you with anything.
Paper or Plastic?
I proved the doubters that I am unstoppable force. I’ve got my ‘swagger’ back, and I’m kicking ass like it’s a daily exercise. Jack Campbell, you might just want to take an early exit. East Rutherford will be screaming for me to shove all of my foot up your ass. You’ll be hopping back to Cherry like a kangaroo, crying because you just got carved.
The comeback isn’t going to be pleasant.
You chose to come back on the worst night of your life. Bad move. Facing someone else, you may have had a chance, but you’re facing the Golden Boy of SCW. Juan Ramirez is ready to take off and bomb another one. As I said before, I am Brett Favre of this fucking sport. A legend in the making. A hall of famer. Diss’ me if you want, but all it will be comsidered is jealousy. You can’t be me. You try it, but you can’t. I even heard a rumor that Justin Davis and Kenny Turner was trying to be the white version of Juan Ramirez. Crazy isn’t it?
Swagger-jacking mules.
Let me just make this clear, Jack. Your night will be more of a disappointment than you doing the Carlton-Boy dance at your high school prom. [Laughs] Seriously, homie … you better come with boxes of ammunition, or else you’ll end up on the worst end of the stick. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. I’m sure you remember our last meeting. If you chose to become Bill Billicheck and spy my style, it’s not going to work. I’ve changed, holmes.
Good luck at trying to beat the high score.
Game is over.
Jack Campbell is over.
The Armpit Crew is in need of Arm N’ Hammer.
Lights Out.
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