American.Dreamin
[ :| The day stood bright and pleasant. Full of blue skies and whistling birds. Already packed to hit the skies again in the big Airplane taking us into Louisville, Kentucky. I and Desiree’ was ready to leave on out. Just making sure we had everything set before locking up. The checklist looked to be completed. Folding and inserting it into my inside jacket pocket, I pecked her on the lips before grabbing my bag and heading out, as she locked up before coming out. |: ]
[ :| Coming out of the mansion, she was dressed for success in the business attire she wore. Carrying one of her bags with mines, we both walked over to the Rich Gold-colored 2007 Ford Expedition, raising the back hatch before I laid the bags in the back. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: You ready for the ride?
Desiree’: Damn right, sweetie. More importantly, I want to see you do alright and continue the winning ways.
[ :| She smiled brightly as I knew I had to keep focus on whoever the hell I was facing. Closing the back hatch,, we both went to our sides, getting in at almost the same exact time. Strapping up, we were ready to roll. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: Oh I’ll continue the streak … no problem with that.
[ :| She gave me that expression on her face. She knew me better than a novel. She simply knew I’d be a little startled, wondering who the hell my opponent would be. She was fucking right. Didn’t know who the fuck it would be, or better yet what was on the line. I hope it was for gold. I needed a boost. Syndicate as I felt from the pay per view. I felt it was pretty much over. Maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t. However I knew I needed something to brighten myself up. Maybe this showcase would do. Then again … maybe not. Time would tell … |: ]
Desiree’: Alright darlin’ … let’s roll. Stop day dreaming, and let’s get it going!
Juan Ramirez: Not day dreaming … American Dreamin’ …
[ :| She looked at me with a crazy smirk, as we pulled off. It was time to break a foot in someone’s ass in a day and a few hours. Big things were surely going to pop, in which I will be the one popping them. The scene shortly faded out as the Expedition pulled off in gear and off. |: ]
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
Oh no, i'll never give up on you
I never felt that before
But there's always....
That's all that's all...
[ :| Arriving at the airport after almost an hour, due to traffic. With our gear in hand, we rushed into the bulding in sort of jogging-pace. A few minutes late, luckily the plane didn’t take off. Desiree’ handed me her ticket as I handed them both in to the lady. With a smile she put both through, telling us where to go in which it was Gate B2. We took off in quick fashion, a few lines down, we were there, finally. Catching my breath as I did, I looked at Desiree’. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: Gold equals luck, babe …
Desiree’: Yeah, whatever Juan … you was this close to not making it!
[ :| She motioned her two fingers showing in how close it was before not making it. I just smiled at her. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: But we’re here, right? Tell me if being full of gold is wicked as hell.
[ :| She playfully rolled her eyes, as we were closer and closer to boarding the plane for the flight. She motioned for me to come closer as it was becoming a smaller line. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: I fucking hate this part … I gotta take off all this shit just to get through …
Desiree’: Ah Juan, it’s not bad darling … just do it quick and we’re there …
Juan Ramirez: It’s not that –
[ :| She placed her two fingers over my mouth, before squishing them together as she hushed me … basically. |: ]
Desiree’: You will be fine … just do what you normally do. Now roll with it …
[ :| I followed her lead, as I began unraveling all the gold that was around my neck, as well as the diamond studs in both ears. Holding them in my hand while moving forward, Desiree’ had begun putting our baggage onto the screener. I had all my jewelry in hand, prepared for when I get ready to go through the detector. Desiree’ had just went through as it was now my turn. Placing my jewelry into the pot that the officer had held, I went through, and it was successful, on the first run. It’d usually take two or three runs. |: ]
Desiree’: See, I told you … let’s hurry!
[ :| Grabbing my gold and jewelry back, I slapped it on, putting my studs back in my ears. Followed up by picking up my baggage. Walking on, I hope no one would pay attention to me. I wasn’t in no mood to sign autographs. Time was ticking, and I needed to get through and onto the plane. After following through for a little bit longer, we were finally there, boarding the plane. I nodded with a smile as I stood behind Desiree’. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: YES … Finally … We’re here …
[ :| Forwarding through and onto the plane. First Class was the proper place. “Com-for-ta-bil-ity” was the default placing for me and Desiree’. Comfort and ease. Top-Notch service, plus major rest and sleep for numerous hours. Me and Desiree’ had gotten our seats, leaving the window seat for her, since she loved seeing down below. I wasn’t too good at looking down from 40 thousand or more feet in the air. Wasn’t my cup of tea. However, it was for her. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: I so hope I get something great in this damn roulette deal tomorrow night.
Desiree’: You better get something, you’ve earned every bit of it. If you don’t get anything, I’ll be forced to stick these Stiletto’s up someone’s ass.
[ :| She wasn’t one to play with. She’d be the playful one and if you rub her wrong, she’d definitely put you in your corrective place. In the past relationships I’ve had, she was the total package out of all who I’ve messed around with. Feeling comfort Desiree’ knew sooner or later I’d fall into one of those nap deals. After sitting there for the few minutes I was out. Out and in another world. Just like you would see on television when one falls into a sleep and dream. Wavy lines and a dreamy glow on everything. This was the same deal, as the dream reel began to unfold. |: ]
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This is the shit you dream about with the homie steamin' out
Back-back-backing them Beemer's out
Seems as our plans to get a grant
Then go off to college, didn't pan or even out
We need it now, we need a town
We need a place to pitch, we need a mound
For now, i'm just a lazy boy
Big dreaming in my La-Z-Boy
Guy: Mr. Ramirez … the voting polls is rolling in high … if it keeps going like this, you’ll be the first-ever Black President of the United States.
Juan Ramirez: I know, I hope I do beat out these other three queers … they say that same ol’ wacky shit that is old as dirt. This world needs something different. Fuck a Bush … Vote for the black guy … well black guy with Puerto Rican decency. Either way, you’ve helped me out a lot … If I do become Prez of the US … you better believe things will be corrected.
Guy: Well I just like to say I’m glad to be your main-guy. Putting your trust in me. For now, we just have to get through the first step. The step of being named the President by the end of the night once all is cleared. If not, then we’ll have to retry in four more years.
[ :| I wasn’t looking to wait four more years to be a candidate again. I wanted it now. Tonight. Wake up tomorrow morning knowing I am now the “true” King of United States. Providing for the needy people and giving help all around. Fuck another four years, it just wasn’t going to be like that. It was a close race. I wanted it. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: Hell with four more years, man. This is the night. We’ve planned for a hell of a long time. I’m not letting some stuttering jackass steal my light that I’ve put out. Seeing the US sad again because of the outcome. Hell no … tonight is the night. Those votes still accumulating … we’ll know by tomorrow morning.
Guy: We are edging out by 2 percent, boss.
[ :| I flopped down in my tall leather boss-man chair as I pulled out of my drawer, two rolled up blunts. I tossed one to the assistant. Although he was black, he was very much one of those bright headed guys that wasn’t really out there with certain things. He looked at it, not knowing quite exactly what it was. I looked at him, as he looked at me, and seeing it in my mouth, lit up, as smoke came out from it’s end. He looked back at it. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: Yo homie … it’s a stress-reliever. The only thing I will say … Just make sure you’re not going anywhere after hitting it. Also get a wash up or shower so you can get the smell off. It’s a gift. From the “Soon-To-Be President” to the “Soon-to-be Presidential Staff member”.
[ :| He kept looking at it weird. I chuckled at his observation of it. I took another puff from mines. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: Ay broseph … go ahead and keep check on the scores, son.
[ :| He nodded quickly with the blunt in his hand as if it was a baton. He went into the other room, checking out the screen. All of a sudden, down the steps came Desiree’ in a sexy devil red dress with mini-skirt like. She scrolled on over towards me, wiping everything off of the table, before sitting on the table. I took yet another whiff from the blunt before placing it in the ashtray as the smoke exhaled throughout my nostrils. I stared steadily at Desiree’ as she seemed in a certain mood. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: What it do, hun’?
Desiree’: Ah nothing, darling. Just thought I dress early for our night out in town after it is noted you are the president, and of course me being the First Lady. I thought maybe we could discover South Pole first and head up to the North Pole and maybe we can even meet Santa and his helpers. What you think?
[ :| Licking my lips, I placed my hands on the table, as she was so trying to hit the button. I looked at her while she played that “role”. I nodded my head, shrugging my shoulders. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: Well if only you can take the coldness of both poles as you know its cold as hell there. I’m up for whatever you’re for.
Desiree’: Well … I … Wanna …
[ :| She did a slow rotation spin on the desk, showing me her legs and thighs, as her legs had now dangled on my end, pressing her right foot onto my chest. |: ]
Desiree’: Go …
[ :| She then slowly moved her foot down lower, as her eyes sent a message. Her heel point sat on my shit, as I smirked. |: ]
Desiree’: … There …
Juan Ramirez: I see … you mean serious business.
[ :| She then removed it before smiling, playing with her curls in her brown with light brown highlights. |: ]
Desiree’: Damn right, I mean serious business. I’m soon to be First Lady, and I gotta’ work on it all. You are my first dummy … don’t deny it or I will slap you with my Gucci purse.
Juan Ramirez: Aight! Damn babe, you gettin’ feisty already … I gotta make sure we bring it home. He said we were on top, by two percent.
[ :| As I raised up out of the chair, I wrapped my arms around her waist, my right hand dropped lower as she began to giggle. I wrestled her up in the air, carrying her as she whacked at my back, wanting me to let her down. Giggles and laughter began to louden as the scene slowly faded. |: ]
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In the clouds of smoke, been playin' this Marvin
Mama forgive me, should be thinkin' bout Harvard
But that's too far away, niggas are starving
Ain't nothin' wrong with aim, just gotta change the target
I got dreams of baggin' snidd-ow the size of pillows
I see pies everytime my eyes clidd-ose
I see rides, sixes, i gotta get those
Life's a bitch, i hope that i make her over, though
[ :| The scene reopened, this time in a bedroom, tan and white walls as the scene panned on Juan who was out, as Desiree’s head was on Juan’s chest, bundled up in the cover. Bright morning, with the sun waking up all. A bottle of Courvoisier was seen on the nightstand, as a few other gadgets were seen. Clothes that they wore last night were all displaced on the floor, lying right under the footboard. Juan began to motion around slightly, before taking a deep yawn. Slowly coming back to focus, Juan popped up as he looked at the sleeping beauty. Slowly moving her head off top of him, he slid out of the bed, slipping on his long shorts over top of his striped boxers, finally slipping on his comfy, padded slippers. Juan looked out the window, and then glanced at the clock. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: Shit …
[ :| Running out of the room shirtless, he ran down the stairs, as everything was sparkling clean. Juan looked around as he looked for his assistant. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: Yo Frank? Where you at?
[ :| Looking around still, he didn’t see him. Juan glanced onto his desk a piece of notebook paper sat there, as it seemed to have writing on it. Juan walked over before picking it up, before reading it out loud. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: Hey Juan, sorry I’m not here at the moment to celebrate you as the new and first-ever Black President of the United States. I’m heading over to the White House in Washington, D.C of course to check everything out. See you later, and again Congratulations on winning the election. You were right!
P.S – I haven’t smoked that “stress-reliever” you gave me. I think I know what it is, but I’ll celebrate it with you later. Peace!
[ :| With a winning smirk on my face, I tossed the paper back onto the desk before happily running up the stairs yelling and screaming instantly doing the ‘2-Step”. If only this was a dream it’d probably be different outcome … |: ]
[ :| Continually jumping up and down and around, Juan went and ran into the bedroom, doing the same, waking Desiree’ up. Getting the message through clearly, Desiree’ was doing the same damn thing in pure excitement and happiness. Suddenly the scene paused. |: ]
“Wait … Isn’t this the part where I do the “speech” thing, and prepare myself for the assassination in which 99% chance will happen?”
[ :| The scene played back in motion as the two couldn’t stop jumping up and down, before locking in a liplock. All of a sudden, a pimpsmack across the jaw was felt as my eyes woke up. Blurred as fuck. I saw Desiree’ as she rolled her eyes slightly. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: What the hell was that for?
Desiree’: We’re in Kentucky … Damn, must’ve been a hell of a dream to forget where you’re at.
[ :| As she passed by me, I rubbed my eyes, wiping the crack out of my eyes, as I couldn’t believe it. Just when dreaming the American Dream, it comes to an abrupt end. Shit I couldn’t even dream of myself giving a dope-ass speech. Oh well, it would soon be game time. What would be better? Living in a dream or becoming a legend in reality? I’ll pick being a legend in the world. A lot more road to cover than what I have covered so far. Only time would tell. The dream was surely fucking sweet, but … |: ]
Desiree’: Well … C’mon Juan …… Le’ts Get to it!
Juan Ramirez: I’m coming … I’m coming!
Ahh Shit on it …
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Oh no, i'll never give up on you
I never felt that before
Its just american dreamin'
Oh no, i'll never give up on you
I never felt that before
Its just american dreamin'
Oh no, i'll never give up on you
I never felt that before
American dreamin'
But there's always....
That's all that's all...
Now see, the life's right there
And it seems right there
Its not quite near,
And its not like we're professionals movin' the decimals
Know where to cop? Nah! got a connect? No!
Who under Heaven know how to be successful
Need a Personal Jesus, i'm in Depeche Mode
They say its celestial, its all in the stars
Like Tony Caruso, how you played the card
Ya'll ain't fucking with me!
The ironies are, had all coast better before he was bars
Now lets start, on your mark
Get set, lets go-get out the car!
Going in circles, its a vicious cycle
This is a crash course, this ain't high school
Wake up, Muttley, you're dreamin' again
Your own reality show, the season begins
Didn’t I tell you … I will not lose?!
Fuck what the critics say. What they say out there mouthes is like what Mr. T calls it, “Jibba-Jabba”. In other words, nonsense doesn’t count in my opinion. I am what I am. You don’t like me, don’t fucking watch me. What? Surprised at my blatant words and actions? I’ve been needing this. I’ve needed it since this past Sunday. Releasing all the negative energy out of my system. Deleting the image of seeing two of my best boys fight like it was over a chick. Things like that makes me think otherwise. Anger, embarrassment rolled all into one mighty ball. Leading to an explosion. Then again if I look at it …
I feel for you, Silkk …
I feel for you, Shyne …
Fighting like you both did made no fucking sense at all. Calling each other out made no fucking sense at all. Do you not know, people want to see us break up into pieces. They fear us, although they try to hide it all within their cocky, arrogant shell. It’s okay though. If we do eventually break, it won’t be long before we will attach right back.
It’ll always be that way.
Look at Destiny’s Child, look at all those stable music groups out there. They break apart, fall apart, and have no success except for maybe one or two. Syndicate on the other end, had talent on each side. North, South, East and West. Unstoppable and Aggressive. Like I said, even if we do break apart, we all hold great talent, single reason why we were dominant figures. Still are dominant figures.
However, I’m focusing on something else …
Gold. No assholes, not Jay Gold. Well actually … yes Gold is connected to Jay Gold and his odd-sided partner, the “ever-so late” Liana Lewis. Even if it’s not you two I’m facing, I’m seeking gold. Bring me Greg Cherry. He’s not doing shit. Give me Josh Hudson. He doesn’t fit as SCW Heavyweight Champion. Give me Sarah Punche, so I can knock her ass out again, for her gold. Afterall, I am qualified since I knocked her into another world. Shit, I don’t care what kind of gold it is, as long as I end up with something around my waist, besides my darling dear’s hands.
Let the games begin …
I’ve said it plenty of times already. I’m ready for this. Throw me anyone and watch me pack them up and ship them back to their sender. You’ve seen me do it before. Want to test me again, Cherry. You handed me your little dust mop at Gang Rulz. Then you chose to play the game and brings your friends to put me out just because I whipped your stablemate’s ass like it was a piniata. I do hope that I get to face you Cherry. I’ve heard that you’re this unstoppable kid who is like “THE KING” of SCW. That’s just what I got off from what the Insider guy told me.
Let me break it down for you.
If you haven’t kept track, it’s obviously your turn to show up. I kicked Eddie Parker’s ass on my debut night here, as well as your go-to-guy, Jack Campbell … not once but twice. I can fight your girl, if you want me to Greg. I’ll make sure I wax that ass up and send her back to you in working shape. Then again, I don’t like skanky trash. Only them good girls who has a head on their shoulders. So you tell me hombre’ … are you willing to show your “greatness” by laying that gorgeous title of yours on the line? You punk out, it only shows me how much of a punk-ass coward you really are.
Admit it … You can’t fuck with this soldier.
I got you beat all four corners, homie. Hide, hide again. Keep hiding till’ you run out of spots. You’ll run out soon, and when the time comes. You’ll be more than broken bones. You’ll be bankrupt and have no friends. Wait, … you have no friends now. You just get used like a rag wiping off dust residue. You’re nothing.
Fire me, suspend me. Do what you like. I deserve a break anyways. I will say this now to you. You go ahead and do something that I don’t like … we’ll see just how long it’ll be before you start begging for forgiveness. You want to send your groupies after me. I say bring them again. I’ll be glad to bash their skulls in. I may be without Syndicate, but I won’t show no weakness to your cheap tactics.
Screw Talking. Action Speaks Louder.
Show Me What You Got, Greg …
Or become the “Lame Duck”
I Am Mister SCW … Screw That Other Kid!
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