Tactical.Failure
[ :| They say shit stinks when the green grass starts to fume. Surely things began to fume. Another fucking fallout night for Syndicate Inc. Only me being the bright star in the end. I didn't talk to any fucking one, not even my darling Desiree'. She continued trying and trying to talk, nothing happened. I didn't answer, nor was their any chatter within the household. As she began to feel unwanted, she left and slammed the door to the bedroom, as you could hear the tears rolling down her face. I shook my head, as I had nothing else to say. As said, I haven't even said anything all day. All I could think about was being under attack and was infuriated even to see my former stablemate and friend, Shorty Jr. back me up. I was in no mood. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: This is the time 'Mary Jane' would do her role and I would feel somewhat better.
[ :| I looked at my watch as it was quarter to 2. It would be nice to roll one up. I knew how much Desiree' hated weedheads and shit. I had to make sure I was no where to be found. Knowing how Chase was a hell of a partner. He'd be out in the streets somewhere looking for trouble. I'd surely spot him throughout the streets. I quickly threw my jacket on my shoulder, before heading out the front door with a slam. Stepping out I sniffed the crisp, cold air. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: Much, Much Better!
[ :| The light wintry cold weather hit my body and skin as I shivered up, quickly slipping on the jacket. Walking down the steps, I headed up the street and around the corner, as it seemed like it was drawn picture perfect, there was Chase', bundled up in his heavy coat before seeing me. |: ]
Chase': Damn man … am I glad to see you!
Juan Ramirez: That line doesn't work anymore. It's only one reason why you say that. You know I always supply a "hit".
Chase': Damn, you've been studying …
[ :| I reached into my right-side pocket, pulling out a pre-rolled blunt, that I had did up a few weeks back but never got to enjoy it. Chase's eyes surely stared at it as if it was a chunk roast laid with juice spilling out. |: ]
Chase': I fucking knew you'd be no disappointment.
Juan Ramirez: Damn homie, I give you my shit, then you say you knew I wouldn't be a disappointment? Geeze man.
[ :| Chase quickly lit it, shivering a bit as he looked back over at me, taking a hit. He began to cough as I laughed at him. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: Good shit, eh?
Chase': Damn! You made this outta' anger or something?
Juan Ramirez: Nah, it's been a few weeks …
[ :| He handed it back to me, nodding his head. We both stood by some building. I took a quick hit, before handing it back to Chase'. He had seemed to feel a little better than he was at first. |: ]
Chase': What I want to know Juan is simply, what the fuck is going on, Son'? I mean you and your little group has gone down. Not you, just your team homie … What the hell is up?
[ :| I looked at him, not even wanting to answer. My fist had clenched inside my jacket pockets. I seriously didn't expect him to be such a 'scout'. However, I had to answer. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: Fuck if I know man. It's nerve-racking to answer something that shouldn't ever happened. Especially when it's boosted as the best damn thing ever. Now everything is falling apart. It's one of those times.
Chase': Well get that shit going, Beyonce' … Upgrade the team.
Juan Ramirez: Man, give me my shit back … Talking shit eh? I said things would straighten out. It's one of those times. So many people who come into situations like this would give up the battles so damn quickly before even fucking trying to get out. I'm no quitter. I can lose ten times … and come back stronger than ever. It's how I am. I was raised to be a soldier, homie.
Chase': Aren't you in that little showcase thing this week, I heard it on a promo or something last night.
Juan Ramirez: Yeah, the so-called head booker decided to shake and bake things up, but I can shake it off. It's like a random night. Everyone doesn't know who they're facing, could be for gold or could be for a contendership.
Chase': Ahh, chance at gold at random, huh? I know you want that shit!
Juan Ramirez: Of course, it's what I live for. It can be the Heavyweight Champion. I can beat him and take him. I love to be cocky, man. You know that about me … You also know I've backed it up each time. I'm special, unique, and multi-talented. There are no limits, when Juan Ramirez hits the scene.
[ :| I looked at Chase' who was much busy hitting than listening. I quickly snatched it out of his grasp, before smashing it out. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: Gimme' my shit … Didn't even listen … I'm gone holmes … Enjoy!
[ :| As I walked off, Chase' yelled crazy, as he shivered back up. I walked off as I knew I'd enter back in with the greuling smell of a human blunt. As I was left with the mindset of pushing myself into glory once again, with or without Syndicate Inc. It was time to prove it, literally. The scene faded. |: ]
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Did I hear "Fatal Fortune"? o.O
Fuck, just when you'd think everything was safe and going well, it turns around and fucks you right in the ASS. I never said Syndicate couldn't take a loss, but come the fuck on … it was a Tactical Error repeat, basically. Now look at the outcome, a hoe and a blonde kid got the titles. Only if I could change the hands of time.
They wouldn't even be smiling.
I admit it, I hate seeing a group I'm affiliated with not to keep their status up. I'm from a state in which the only time we've seen glory was when "Broadway" Joe Namath brought us the Super Bowl. Each time I see the New York Knicks lose, I cringe. Each time I have to sit in an arena and criss-cross my fingers in hope that my group takes victory, I fucking cringe. Leaving me to have to make a indent in the show in order to have a "shining moment" for the night.
I'm tired. I'm tired of it all.
Maybe I need to re-think my actions before hitting "Play". Maybe I should just remain calm, and play the "Everything's going to be okay" hook. Then again, maybe I should just Eject. I couldn't do that, Desiree' would kick my ass if I even attempted such a move. Just maybe this little "deal" this week will brighten things up.
It's time I break the walls ….. down
It's time I step out and continue my dominancy and hopefully that fucking Greg Cherry will give me what I deserve or else, I'd hate to break this Timberland boot up his ragged ass. I've already dropped his partner, twice. Now here I am, being spun in circles until I get landed on. The Wheel of Fatal Fortune, with your host, Pat Ass-crack and Evana Dipshit. I'm in no mood for games, Cherry should know me by now. Wait … I don't even think he know his damn self too tough. I want Drachewych back. Fuck a Cherry.
He don't have to give me what I respectfully earned.
I'll simply take it. That is a fact. I will take it. Whatever amount I know I honestly deserve, I will take it. Everybody else gets their shot, I get nothing. Give me Jay Gold. Give me, Hudson, Shit give me the Prez himself, Greg Cherry. Hell if you want to go extreme, you can even toss Calli Bennett my way. Just give me what I deserve. That's all I ask. Since Tactical Error, I've been unstoppable, surpassing every single person I've faced. I've taken people to their limits. I've made people quit.
Grenier will find himself screwed.
Nice of you David to come down and attack me for no reason actually. Just following your guts, taking a gutsy decision and running with it. You know what, kid? I like that. Only if your brain was as great as your guts, you'd be shining right now. However the only great thing you've done was be a measely Majestic Champion, which is like long as fuck ago. You've done nothing more here besides waste space and waist time. Fucking with me only makes your lifeline shorter and shorter.
Always Think Before You Act …
Thinking will lead you to the grandest land.
Reacting without thinking will take you nowhere.
It can be a night of twisting fate …
It can be a fortunate evening …
It all depends on how much you want it.
I WANT IT BAD!
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