“Hello ... Can I take your order, Sir’?”

Sitting up inside my sparkling gold metallic-colored Ford Expedition, Desiree’ and I had decided to go out and grab a bite to eat from ‘Mac’s Burger and Sub restaurant. What can I say, I had the munchies like a motherfucker! I had to blow it down, I signed to a company that just changed owners, just changed name! I signed with NLWF and I am now employed by FTW! So the pot calms my nerves, because lets face it, job security around here seems a little iffy.

There we sat in the drive-thru as we were about to order off the menu.

“I’ll take the double Mac’ with a Sprite ...” Desiree’ said, as she gave her request throughout the window.

“Same for me ...” I quickly said right behind her request, as I drove up a bit.

Everything was finally back in order. Desiree’ and I had sort of went into a agree/disagreement mode. It was all a crazy deal. Everything was so great and then all of a sudden, we got into it, one thing followed by another and there we were ... broken up.

Months passed by, Desiree’ being in London, doing several photo shoots due to her being a part-time model for some kind of company. She definitely had the face, the look, the swagger, and with all of that in one, she kept it classy and professional when needed.

We were supposed to been engaged a few months back, but with all that had happened, everything had to re-work itself back into position. All I wanted was for us to be happy again, come back to where we were a few months ago before all had happened. It seemed as if women held things far beyond than men would hold things of that nature.

Digging in her Louis Vuitton handbag to access her small purse, she snatched out six bucks before handing it over to me as I combined it with mines, waiting for the order to finish up.

This place had been around for years here in Harlem. If you wanted one of the best double, triple hamburgers that are home-made, this was the place. “Mac’s Hamburger and Sub”. He did great subs as well, but his burgers were out of the world ... It wasn’t any of that bullshit frozen square patties that were like an inch thick, and false advertised than what they showed on television. This was the real deal. I hadn’t been here in a long while, but the mistress wanted to “catch some air”.

“I’m glad we could get out of the house and enjoy the pretty weather ...” She said as her head faced outside of the truck and into the clouds. She was making small talk, it was windy as hell and raining cats and dogs in the city.

Pretty weather my ass!

“I am too ... turned out to be a good day...” I said, continually waiting for the order to come up.

There wasn’t much contact between us since the re-molding of us two. I tried leaning in for a kiss-kiss goodnight the other night and she quickly gave me the hand, saying “Show some patience...”. All I could do was sit there, a hand in my face, as it seemed like I went to shoot a basketball and it got blocked by a 5 foot-something guy with super-jumping ability.

So here I was to wait and wait, hopefully I’d get lucky to receive one. If I did receive a kiss, it would be a quick peck on the cheek. As she stated, I had to have patience. It took time, I didn’t know ... I just wanted things to flow back to where it was. Shaking my head down to the ground was all I could do.Things would turn out great in the long run.

Finally getting our order, I pulled off and around the corner, turning into the parking lot before cutting the engine off. I handed Desiree’ her bag as I looked at her.

“I need to know something?”

She slowly sat her bag down onto her lap, as she looked at me.

“What’s that, darling?” she asked, speaking in soft-spoken voice as if she read what I was about to say.

“Be honest .... I want to know just why you blocked me out the other night?”

She just looked at me before taking a deep sigh before glancing out of the window.

“I should’ve known this was going to be brought up ...” She said mumbling to herself.

Shaking her head slightly, she then looked at me.

“We can’t rush things so quick anymore ... I’ve learned that we have to be patient in order for things to be great ...” She said, placing her hand on mines before grinning.

“Trust me ... Everything will return back the way it was ... I just need to make sure we both will be on the same page ...”

Well that sounded promising, the question would be the length of this process. Days, Months, Years?? Hopefully we could grind on the same pages again. It’s crazy what a small argument can cause. A break-up, a make-up, then a slow process to restoring where left off.

..........


I am the Viagra to NLWF *cough* FTW...

The eagle has pretty much made it’s comfy landing in FTW, ready and waiting to dig into one’s ass. The much anticipated debut from the ‘The Cannabis Kid’. Much is expected from me in this company. Never ever been apart of a global promotion, but I am here now, and these people fucking adore Mr. Rogers

It’s too early to call me the ‘savior’ of FTW ... that position is already filled, sadly to say.

However, a messiah would be suitable, ... no, messiah is too cliche’ ... Just call me FTW’s Urban Legend. Why? Well you all will soon see. My fame here in FTW will be like snapping fingers. I have that confidence. Overconfident? Maybe, but I have the right to be. Alex Anderson, I can already read your mind going into this match. Wanting to prove to the rest of the world just how much of a ‘bad-ass’ you really are. Showing what that face of yours can transform into, the basic “wanting to prove you wrong, I can defeat you!”. I’m not doubting, because any given Sunday night, any one can go down. Not everyone is ‘undefeatable’. However homie, this Sunday ... I’m going to be straight up with you on this ...

I’m looking to rip out your confidence and the bit of pride you have ...

Sure, laugh it off, talk about it on your myspace blog about what this kid named Flex Rogers said he was going to do to you. It’s all good and gravy, brody ... just do me one favor .... Don’t cry later when your body has been bruised by these god-given ‘Chronic fists’. I could care less if your trying to step out of the 'rookie' mode just like me, because face it brother, your looking at the rookie of the year, and when I look at you I see a bigger disappointment then Greg Oden! These fists are going to make contact and heat-seek it’s way to a knock out.

I am that driven ...

I will not take a debut defeat here in FTW. I’m going to do whatever it takes to pull out a victory. I want your best Sunday night, Double A. I want to see if you can really prove me wrong and yourself right. I want to see if you can ‘roll’ along with me and kick my ass. Or will it just be the other way around?

Show me, prove me, ..... Defeat me.

I'm ready to rock and roll with the others that have already etched and sketched their names and career into the History books. I will soon join that elite list. I’m going to start it all off with Alex Anderson and Matt Biggars, in what should be a good match. Too bad they’ll be turned upside down and used as a Swiffer Jet, while I mop the canvas with what will be left of both there body.

So sad ... so, so sad ...

These are the breaks, however ...

Alex...In every road you cross, homey ... it will be several bumps within it. As much as you try to fix and forget, it just remains there. It can’t be healed up. It’s there for the rest of your career. The only possible choice you can do is just keep rolling on strong. Sad to say, your first bump will be seen this Sunday Night. I know you hate to hear it, but ... it’s just the way it is.

You have to live with it ...

I thank you for being so brave to put your body through so much pain and giving me my first win here. It’s been fun, it’s been great, but check it Alex...I got a fellow pot head to roast!

Matt Biggars, the one homey who I know can find me some grade -A, mind fucking pot, It has to be the best, otherwise he wouldn't believe he could win this match!

And Matt Biggars always expects to win

Matt here's a little advice for you. Go back to wherever the fuck you call home, go back to that pot farm, and just be content with being the local coulda-been-a-contender. You're never going to get anywhere in this business.

See, there's an order of things in the world, Matt. Not just in the wrestling business, but the world as well. There are people who are there to be the stepping stones for the superstars. People like yourself, and Alex Anderson. Then you've got the superstars, the people who bring in the money, because the people pay to see them. People like myself.

You can stay in this business as long as you want, Matt, but you'll never amount to much more than you are now. You'll keep going up against guys like me, and we'll keep stomping you back into the mud.

Don't go thinking you're better than anyone else in the wrestling industry, Matt, especially not better than me.

Know your place. You're destined to be a loser.

That's reality for you.

I must go now. I got autographs to sign ...

Better luck next time, Kidss..