Unexpected.
Paparazzi spots me
In the lobby
Of my high-rise
I hide
Behind my shades
Cause the fame is blinding my eyes
My god
I know how Ozzie Oz
Once had felt when he was as high
As I have got
I have got
To make this stop
[ :| Getting off the flight, the long, heaven-like flight to Los Angeles, California. Still in the airport, Juan and Desiree’ yawned numerous times as it was about 5:50 am in the morning. Grabbing their luggage as they both walked the long path to the exit. Tired, stressed, frustrated. It wasn’t a brightening week. Getting back onto the schedule after the off-week. Juan knew he’s been working non-stop in Supreme Championship Wrestling. Week after week. The under-rated superstar, with having to rep his own-self. Not many in the SCW liked Juan, scared to get close to him. They paid so much attention to the “CAUTION: May Bite” sign, not choosing to take chances. After last week, that was currently what Ramirez was …. An angered ‘snapper’. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: How you feelin’ ma’ ….?
Desiree’: Tired, darling ….
[ :| Yes, tired, ragged-out. The long enduring flight made it happen. I needed to rest up quickly. Finally, fucking I caught a bite. Casting and casting, I finally caught onto a hook. Thanks to the boards, I’ve got a chance to grab ultimate victory over a hated rival that’s been on my “bug alert” since I came into SCW. Suddenly as I thought about this unexpected call, a smile crept onto my face. A really tired grin, but it counted. [: ]
Juan Ramirez: Don’t worry sweet-heart … We’ll get our time to surely rest up. Its Tuesday … a short rest, but tonight baby … it’ll all be worth it. Trust me.
[ :| With a slow nod, Desiree was ready to hit the bed harder than I was. As we reached towards the exit revolving door. A slight peck on the cheek before exiting. Already outside sitting … was the yellow and black cab, “L.A Express”. The cab driver, opening the trunk deck, me and Desiree’ had sat our things inside the trunk before he closed it. |: ]
Cab Driver: Early morning dusk stringing you out, huh?
[ :| He said with a smile afterwards. Opening the door, Desiree’ slid in as I followed behind. Closing the car door, as we got comfy. The cab driver looked back at us. |: ]
Cab Driver: So where’s the destination. A hotel?
Juan Ramirez: Yes … “The Hilton” …
[ :| As he turned back around, he pulled off slowly, turning around the circle, before finally heading out onto the road. I looked over towards Desiree, as I ran my hand lightly across the side of her face. Her eyes re-opened, before she looked at me with a smile. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: We’ll be at the hotel shortly …
[ :| With a nod, her head and body flipped direction, as she leaned her head on my shoulder. My arm automatically wrapped around her body, while she held my hand. Looking out the slightly fogged window, looking around town. Back eleven or twelve years ago, re-familiarizing myself with this terrain. A product of Santa Ana, it was a bit hard to grab the spotlight and run. Los Angeles and Hollywood had it surely easy. Go to Hollywood, stand on one of the blank stars, do something crazy but entertaining, you’ll become an instant star. I didn’t have that kind of access. |: ]
[ :| It seemed just like yesterday kind of, my obnoxious pops, my supportive mother. The crazy shit I did. The couple of friends that I had fun times with. It all was coming back like a special DVD set or something. Flashing in and out, as the street lights blinked in and out in my mind, although the car was just passing by them quickly. The ten years of time spent here before shipping myself onto the East Coast. Harlem, New York. Grandmother who was sort of like a “book holder” in terms of what she was to me. She supported me at home. It still took a while to become noticed. Getting into boxing since five years old, gaining the professional experience here in Manhattan. I rolled with it, as I entered the dangerous world of underground boxing. Something that made “Juan Ramirez” what he was now today. An instant success. |: ]
Cab Driver: Hey, aren't you that Juan Ramirez guy from that wrestling company?
[ :| I nodded quietly with a slight smile. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: Indeed, I am.
Cab Driver: Figured so, … My son watches you everytime the program comes on. He says you're like his idol and such. He definitely is a crazed fan.
[ :| He had kept looking back at me while looking at the road, making conversation. |: ]
Cab Driver: Is it possible if I can get an autograph from you for my son?
Juan Ramirez: Most definitely …
[ :| Reaching in my side pocket, I always carried around my trusty sharpie. Special Sharpie marker with gold ink. I pulled it off, as he pulled out a piece of paper, pink stick it note, as he had nothing else. He handed it to me, as he continued driving. Finally pulling up to the hotel circle. I signed the slip, handing it back to him. He looked at it and smiled. |: ]
Cab Driver: Nice marker there, gold ink, I see …
Juan Ramirez: Mmmhmm … Golden Boy always leave a mark …
[ :| I opened the door, lightly shaking Desiree' who was definitely scrunched up in a ball. Sight a bit blurry due to the well-known expression she gave. I held my hand out as she went to grab it. Pulling her out, he brought her onto her feet, outside of the cab, while the driver had already gotten out opening the trunk hatch. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: Nice talking to you there, Mr. Ramirez. Trust me, my son will definitely go wild after I tell him you were in my cab. Take care, and good luck!
[ :| Smiling before grabbing both Desiree's luggage and mines, only two bags, as she had her purse. I shook the driver's hand for the hospitality. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: You take care too man, thanks for the service and hospitality.
[ :| Waving off before getting back into his cab, I stared at Desiree before pecking her on the cheek. Still able to show a smile, I held her around the waist, as we walked into the Hilton hotel, finally to be able to get a room and get some rest before it was time to get ready for tonight's show. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: Tonight will be the night when SCW will go under a new change of plans …Right now, it's sleep-time.
Desiree': I'm so sore, tired, and hungry …
Juan Ramirez: I know darling, all will be alright in a bit …
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Juan Ramirez: [ Yawning ] Ahhh Shit …
[ :| A yawn and a stretch. The bright sun, beaming through my eyelids. A rest that felt like ten minutes was four hours. Looking over at Desiree', she was rolled up in my arm. Sliding my way out of the covers and sliding my arm from under her back, I got up out of the bed, as I stared out the window, as there were many sky rise buildings, and the infamous "Hollywood" sign. I then turned back around, as I faced the mirror hanging on the wall, as I looked into it. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: Tonight is the night … A night where destiny will help me bring home that title …
[ :| Looking at his body, a few scrapes and scars, but not even that can kill the awesome well-cut body of Ramirez. Slipping on one of the white silk robes that hung on the hanger. Juan grabbed his cell phone, before exiting onto the balcony, seven-stories high. Juan stands there, dialing up someone on his phone. |: ]
Voice: Juan?
Juan Ramirez: Yeah it's me, Chase … how’s everything looking over there?
Chase: Fucking cold, son … I'm freezing my ass off!
[ :| I began laughing to his comment. I knew it was freezing cold there, but didn't think it'd be that bad. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: Where's your heat?
Chase: It broke … cheap ass shit. Now I gotta wait for them bastards to fix it.
Juan Ramirez: Damn kid … its wonderful here … 65 degrees of hot weather.
Chase: Don't make me come through this phone, you teasin' bastard!
[ :| I began smirking, before laughing a bit. Looking down at the busy streets and the dozen of folks walking the sidewalk. |: ]
Chase: Just wanna' say good luck to you tonight, son …. Beat that cheese-eating cracka' …
Juan Ramirez: Oh you know I will. I've wanted him for months. Tonight I finally get that chance. For his title … thanks to the board. I gotta win … I know I can.
Chase: Shit, they finally decide to come. I'll holla' back at you later on, bro … don't go bankrupt …
Juan Ramirez: Oh I won't … I definitely won't … I need my money. I'll buy home girl something, other than that … that's all. I'll get back with you, holmes. Get warm.
Chase: Yeah, it's easier said than done. Peace!
[ :| Hanging up after catching a good laugh, I took one final look out at what was going on before heading back inside. There she was, still sleep and snuggled up tightly. I smiled as the scene slowly faded back out. |: ]
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[ :| It was close to three o’clock … about fifthteen minutes away. Exploring the lovely town while time went by, signing autographs, pictures and the fucking paparazzi. I could see why Britney Spears be running over these bitches feet’s … annoying as camera flashes in broad daylight. It was nice to come from others, but having the razzi’s fly around me and my baby seemed like hungry sharks. We both were standing near a hot local shopping mall in central LA, as the streets and sidewalks were filled. However we were standing beside the ice cream Shoppe, as we both had cones in hand, acting like five year olds. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: These fuckers around here are crazy …
Desiree’: Tell me about it. At least we’re cooling off over here … Glad to be out of the NY and here … 70 degrees is lovely.
[ :| Taking several parts off mines, Desiree’ went on a licking spree as she formed it into a round peak, like a bullet’s head. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: Damn girl, you’re giving that one hell of a transformation, aren’t you?
Desiree’: Hell yeah … Vanilla is the shit. Although I love caramel more, you can’t go wrong with vanilla.
Juan Ramirez: You feeling okay?
Desiree’: Sure, I’m alright. Ready to see my baby grab the jackpot tonight … you definitely earned it.
[ :| She was most definitely right … I earned it. A long ass road to finally get to this point, all decided based on the boards decision to make Cherry defend his gold, only because his lack of being a soldier and throwing it all on the line, week and week out. I was going to make the best of this tonight. Everyone in the world, including backstage wants to see it get ripped off of Cherry’s. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: Hells Yeah! … I tell you one thing, we’re going to have our own celebration party tonight, baby. No one else but just us two …
Desiree’: I’m up for that … You know I am a party girl …
[ :| I nodded before taking another dip from the cone. Looking up, my eye squinted as a familiar face popped into vision. Moms’ and Pops’?? What in the holy fuck? They were side by side, as they were dressed up. I dropped my cone onto the ground, as Desiree’ was puzzled to what I was looking at and why? |: ]
Juan Ramirez: Mom? …… Pop?
[ :| The two middle-aged people turned around as they looked at me, as they approached me closer. |: ]
Lady: Juan … Baby, is that you?
[ :| It was them … I grinned as Desiree’ stepped back finishing her cone. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: Yes it is, mom … it’s your golden child … now golden boy …
[ :| I looked over at Desiree’, as I motioned her to come over, as mom and pops looked at her. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: Baby, this is my mother, and that is my father …. Mother and pop, this is my soon to be wifey, … Desiree’ Hopkins.
[ :| They greeted her with a smile as they looked back at me. Pops tapped me hard on the shoulder. |: ]
Mr. Ramirez: There aren’t any lil Juan’s rolling around are they, son?
Juan Ramirez: No, not yet anyways …
[ :| He patted me once again on the shoulder, as they seemed to be departing back off heading into the store. |: ]
Mrs. Ramirez: Well it’s good to see you here in California. We’ve moved here in Los Angeles not too long ago, about a year?
Mr. Ramirez: Yep, about a year and half. Much better and closer in to many stores and shopping centers.
Mrs. Ramirez: Why don’t you stop by sometime, darling. What are you here in LA for anyway?
Juan Ramirez: Wrestling show tonight. I got a chance at gold …
[ :| Pops scratched his head slightly … |: ]
Mr. Ramirez: I thought you were in boxing in New York …
Juan Ramirez: Yeah, I was .. then I got introduced into wrestling, mixing it together into one. So it’s worked great and now I get to grab more gold to add to my achievement list.
[ :| Nodding his head, moms had grabbed a shopping cart, heading into the store soon. |: ]
Mrs. Ramirez: Well be sure to ring us, Juan. It’s not normal to disconnect from your family, baby. But we better go ahead and go before it gets late … Nice seeing you …. Desiree’. See you later, Juan. Take Care of yourself.
[ :| Waving off, they entered into the shopping center, as Desiree’ looked at me with a smile. |: ]
Desiree’: Wow baby, I see where the good looks come from …
[ :| A little smirk on my face, the happy grin that was seen on there a moment ago faded. Desiree’ looked at me. |: ]
Desiree’: What’s wrong?
Juan Ramirez: Nothing …
[ :| I took a few steps, about to cross the street, Desiree’ pulled me back. |: ]
Desiree’: C’mon Juan … tell me …
Juan Ramirez: It’s nothing … really, just seeing my pops smiling after still being a damn scam artist.
Desiree’: Scam … artist? Your father?
[ :| A nod of the head, as I looked across the street. |: ]
Juan Ramirez: Yeah … but whatever … can’t ruin me tonight. C’mon … let’s go party like rockstars, darling …
[ :| Taking her hand, I dragged her along across the street, as she playfully screamed as I knew nothing was going to take me out of it tonight. Tonight was going to be glory. I wasn’t leaving without something sparkling around my waist. The takeover begun now. |: ]
Thank You, BoD For The Gift I’m About To Receive.
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Uhh, yeah... gangsta nigga!
Put my hustle down, tore the game up nigga
Took your high score down, put my name up nigga
Tore the doors down 'til the Hall of Fame is Jigga
I did it my way (and more.. much more than this)
That's right, it's a beautiful thing man!
And Here I Am …
Waiting and watching … this has been the dream since week 2 of my rise to fame here in SCW.
Now here I am … laughing at you for your stupidity of thinking you were off the hook.
Again here I am, … laughing at you when your days as the American Champion are over.
For now, there is no laughing. It is all about taking over.
Fuck a Syndicate. Fuck a Cherry Pitt Crew.
It’s all about Juan Ramirez versing his long time rival, Greg Cherry.
:: || Let The Games Begin … || ::
Isn’t it a lovely thing, man … finally challenging someone for your title. Putting your title on the line every damn time. Letting the people know … this fucker is a phenom. Don’t dare think … you have no clue of how it feels. I’ve been waiting for this for a good while. All you’ve done was duck and dodge, doing the Matrix on me. No more running, dodging, ducking bullets. Come Breakdown, you’re going to receive one right to the heart … where it hurts most. Stripped of your only possession of gold. You might still be the head-honcho’, but believe me when I say this … you’ll no longer be wearing gold no time soon.
I know Shorty Jr. is licking his chops to put his hands on me, but somehow he’s not going to grip on for too long. He may have beaten Shyne, Carrington and so, … but he will not have a chance at beating me. We may be friends or may not be. I could really care less of it. I figure like this, as long as I have my sexy mama hanging along with me, why mess with these fools here.
Tonight will be like the Super Bowl to me. Winning it not for me. For my hometown. All of New York. All of Cali. For my homies and for the ones that aren’t here today to witness it. I will not let this one fade away like my last shot at gold. Cherry better bring his game. He better bring his best. This would be the first time we’ve met, a long ass grudge. Now finally getting the chance to face off, due to his pussy acts of nature. Not wanting to step up.
Tonight, he’ll have no other chance but to STEP UP.
A week off led to a more healed Juan Ramirez. Not banged up. Refreshed. Rejuvenated. Re-inflated. A brand new me, homie. Watch them old videos of me if you want, Greg. It’s going to do you no good at all. I’m going to be flawless tonight, bud. When the ring bell rings, you’ll become a Fergie, becoming a clumsy-ass. Calling for help will not get you anything. If I see one of those munchskins coming down the ramp, they will get the face-lift of a lifetime.
Not even Shorty can rescue you …
Far as I know, I heard he’s trying to save his own ass to stay above water come Armed and Dangerous.
You will find out just how much I’ve been waiting for this …
Hit after hit to the body, you will feel the same feeling I had for months. Feeling poorly bruised from being punched out of shots, month after month. Patience is a crazy thing, isn’t it? You wait and wait your fucking ass off for something great to happen and sometimes it happens … sometimes it doesn’t give you shit. Patience, Greg … Patience. Tell you what …
Stop looking at Rocky Balboa … Turn off the television and train …
This is the time where you should be able to come in and blast me into oblivion. Then I forgot, no one has ever combatted with me back and forth in the ring or when it comes to spitting words of truth. You looking at Rocky is going to do nothing for you but earn you a free trip to the ICU unit. Badly bruised face and punctured body. A black ass tea-bag under your eyelids. I can see you now, coming back to work the next week with a fucked up right eye, courtesy of Juan Ramirez.
You better learn to cover up, starting now, son …
As said, tonight after I get whats mine … I’m going home … do my two-step … and hold my patron in my hand while celebrating the night Juan Ramirez popped his owner’s cherry. I’m sure you didn’t expect the Board of Directors to get on your ass. I’m sure you thought you were going to remain American Champion for years and years without defending it. Think again. You got your glass cracked, and now I shall leave it shattered on the floor.
You wanted to be famous …
Look like your shit has become ‘jaded’
My little duffle bag boy … Greg Cherry
He who shall carry my bags and serve me like a KING.
Count them hours left, Greg … it’s slowly but surely coming to a closure. Kiss it … kiss it good-bye … forever. You’re not getting your hands back on this for a damn good while once it’s gone. It’s time I do something you didn’t do. Give those who’re wanting an opportunity to face the best, get their name put on the clock. Challenging all here, and making the name Juan Ramirez … truly legendary.
I bet Drachewych is going to love this one …
Good Luck for the ‘unlucky’ one …
Question remains … Can You Handle Me The Way I Are, Greg?
We Shall See …
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