The Take Over

[J-Hop]

[ :: STAY FOCUSED :: ]
Can’t risk falling on my face

Would have came back for you
I just needed time to do what I had to do
Caught in the life I can’t let it go
Whether that's right I will never know

But here goes nothing…



Twin Parks NW Apartments
June 5th 2012 – 9:55 am


Victory tasted sweeter than pure cane sugar for Jair. To have never been in a ring except for what he practiced in three months prior to last night’s debut appearance, he put on one heck of a performance and with an outstanding performance came a thrilling after-match celebration, more in the lane of a small party for the young man, set-up and choreographed by his girlfriend, Karin. Life right now was absolutely wonderful. A debut victory, an after-party and behind that party, Jair was in full “rest mode”.

The next morning had risen to a bright and sunny start as the two are seen in bed, completely out position as Jair was positioned at the opposite end of the bed, arms hung like a doll over the edge of the bed as his girlfriend was in no better position as she was hanging over the end on the side of the bed, hair down to the rug that the bed was positioned on. The consumptions of last night’s party had seemed to affect the next few hours drastically as they were out of mind and out of positioned.

[ tired moan and grunts … ]

Stretching, was Karin who found herself on her head, literally as her stretching led to her sliding the rest of the way off the bed and onto her head and neck on the floor. A loud scream coming from it caused the sleeping Jair to wake up with a look of awe, eyes still somewhat closed, only able to see out of what little opening was created as the ‘sleep’ kept his eyes open to a maximum distance. Once realizing what the hell had taken place just seconds ago, he wiped his eyes clean as he saw Karin’s feet on the edge of the bed as her body was hurting from the short but impactful fall.

“Damn girl … You alright?” Jair asked as he reached for her hand, using his strength to help pull her back up, at least into a better position.

“Leave me right here … I’m good!” She said, holding her chest as it almost looked like her heart was about to leap out. She was still on the floor, but at least she wasn’t in the previous position. She leaned her back up against the light pink-colored wooden night stand.

Jair rolled around the bed, trying to find the best way to stretch as you could clearly hear every bone in that area pop and crackle like ‘Rice Crispies’. A yawn followed as Jair was staring straight up at the ceiling, staring at the ‘sponge’ patterned design.

“Damn baby … It’s past ten. Didn’t you have to be somewhere?” Karin asked Jair, who blinked after being asked that question. Processing thoughts flowed through his head as he thought about what day it was that followed with a few more blinks, a bit quicker.

“Shit!” Jair yelled out as he sat up in the up-right position, legs stretched out across the bed. He scooted up until his feet were touching the floor. “It’s Tuesday, I told Juan I’d meet up with him at TEN!” Jair said as he shook his head, scratching the top of his forehead, just below the hairline.

Jair’s feet got to the floor and soon as they did, he stood up. Stretching once more, he felt a bit better as more ‘crackling’ occurred. Karin was still in the seated position in the corner, trying her best to get her ass up off the floor. Jair looked like the devil himself as he stared at his eyes through the mirror that hung on the wall by the door.

“Jesus Christ … my fucking eyes!” Jair said to himself as he rubbed them, hoping to see the redness wash away but there was no such thing.

He scurried to the bathroom as he grabbed towel, quickly rinsing in water before applying to his dry face. No soap, just a wipe down. Jair followed up with full brushing action. A few up and down, back and forth motions …. Spit. Rinse and repeat he did as a handful of water washed all away. A perch smile on his face as he felt slightly more refresh than a moment ago. Leaving the bathroom, he quickly re-entered the fray of the bed room. Karin was up from her seated position on the floor as she was straightening up her hair. Jair did the stand-up dressing routine, quickly applying clothes to his body, a pair of black denim-jeans followed by a plaid white and black shirt. His pair of black and white classic ‘Chuck T’s’ and he was now officially ready for the day ahead.

“Sucks to always have to catch up when late on time!” Jair said to himself as he let out a disappointed sigh. “Thanks for the kick-ass party though, babe! I really enjoyed every bit of it.” Jair told Karin, complimenting her for the party setup last night.

Karin came over as she caressed his face with her smooth palms. A grab of his cheeks, she smiled before planting a kiss on his lips. “Don’t worry, it happens to the best, Jair.” She continued. “I’m sure Juan will understand the deal!”

She grabbed Jair’s black Yankee’s cap as she placed it fittingly on his head, a smile from both was the last glance as Jair turned and exited the room, heading down the steps while grabbing his gray hoodie off the couch down stairs. Off he went as Karin stood at the top of the stairs, hearing the door close.

“Take care…”

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Golden Boy Studios – {Wrestling School}
June 5th 2012 – 12:43 pm


The long, exhausting city ride on the local transportation of the bus, packed, hot and crazy odors stemming from all on the bus, Jair was finally free of all of that as he hopped off in front of the stop, the ‘Golden Boy Studios’ which was a wrestling school owned by his friend and mentor, Juan Ramirez. It was just like old times again, those speedy three-months of training only to now find himself with the ‘green light’ to explore the world and its content without a pass.

He already knew Juan was going to pissed off, Juan was the type that if he agreed on a set time, he was never late, always fifteen or thirty minutes earlier. Jair arrived on the scene almost three hours later. He had only hoped that Juan would give him a slight break due to him still being one week in as an official rookie. One thing he didn’t know about was the party that was a secret deal that was set up for him.

Making his way forward, he opened the dark, tinted double-doors of the building as he kept his hoodie on and his head aimed down, hoping to escape anyone in sight, especially Juan. A faster walk led to him down the hall until he came to a halt, bumping into someone. Looking up, his eyes closed as he hoped to not get yelled at. It was Juan with his bottom lip rolled underneath his top lip as he just shook his head at Jair who held that “feel for me” look on his face. Juan knew that move and he continued to shake his head.

“Where ya’ been, homie?” Juan asked, hoping for a straight-forward answer, seeing a bit of redness in Jair’s left eye.

“I got a late start, my man. Never meant to be this late.” Jair responded as he removed his hoodie. “There was a little party in my honor that Karin setup. Got ‘side-swiped’.” Jair finished as he didn’t see a change in Juan’s face.

“Damn kid, one match in and already you think you’re ‘hot shit’ off da’ stove?” Juan said, expressing his anger at Jair’s antics.

“As said, it was never in my plans. It was a surprise. I partied, got up late, looking eff’d up and here I am, ready to make it all up!” Jair said, taking off his hoodie off from over his head.

Juan took one last glare at Jair before turning his back to him and walking off. He waved for Jair to follow him as Jair jogged to catch up. Juan entered into a room as Jair followed only to have his jaw dropped to what was inside. A blue wrestling mat and a tall, way muscular dude who was flexing and throwing his presence in the face of Jair. Jair looked up at Juan …

“I said I was sorry man … Shit, this is crazy!” Jair said, shaking his head with a sudden overload of negative thoughts pouring down.

Juan tapped Jair on his shoulder as he smirked.

“I’m all about ‘tough love’. Jair, you’re about to enter a match that requests that you give your best full effort.” Juan said as he lightly pat Jair on his back, settling him down. “You have a tall order. Not only do you have to gain chemistry with your partner, you have to down two power-driven bastards, like last week with Shadow.” Juan said, explaining to Jair of the situation that lies ahead.

“Do what I told you and take down this monster. You’ll learn along the way.” Juan said before shoving Jair right into the tall dude’s gut.

The tall guy disliked the hit to the gut as he grabbed Jair by his neck and picked him up, Jair dangled like a doll. Trying to get free, he delivered a sharp kick right under the chin of the man as the grip was let loose. Jair fell hard to the mat as he quickly recovered to his feet. He went to run low at the man but was shoved hard backwards … right into the wall, denting the wall slightly. Jair, tough, shook off the slam as he got back to his feet. He went low again, this time scouting the move next before coming with a kick right to the shins that ended with another one to the back causing the man to fall drastically to one knee. Jair went for a headlock takedown but wound up getting caught and trapped. The tall man picked him up and impaled him right into the mat, back first as Juan looked the other way from the damage taken off that slam.

“Damn kid, this was supposed to be a mastering lesson for you. You got pass Shadow, now you tellin’ me you can’t bypass this giant?” Juan asked Jair, trying to challenge him.

Spitting out blood, Jair shook his head, clearly in a blurry state. He however gets up and sees the man running at him like a bull. Jair dodges and goes from the back, taking out the man’s legs and knees, as he fell backwards into the mat. Jair then leaped up in the air before dropping down with a splash, trying to layer in damage to the tall man. Juan nods his head in approval as Jair starts delivering violent kicks to the man as you can hear him yell in pain!

Juan goes to pull Jair away. “Damn kid, cool it down, shit!” Juan said as he separated him from the guy. “He was just a trainer. I was trying to get you prepped and ready.”

“Shit, I’m ready, Juan … I got through Shadow, I can team with a random dude to take down two giant mofo’s. I’m game, man!” Jair said, feeling the slight adrenaline. “I feel like that bitch on that movie “SuckerPunch” … I mean, I feel the pain but I will always fight back, never quit. You did make me learn that attribute after all!”

“Damn straight!” Juan said, dapping fists with Jair. “Just play your part, help him out and if push comes to shove, just do what you gotta’ do to survive!” Juan said as he leaned up against the wall, looking at what was left of the trainer.

“Damn man, you just got shitted on by a three-month and two week kid. You’re really a trainer?” Juan asked the guy who was still recovering from the painful attacks as he sat upright, trying to gather himself.

“Yeah, I’m a world-famous trainer … your student just got lucky, that’s all” The man said, trying to play it off. “I gave your kid a ‘break’.”

Juan laughed as he aimed for him to get the hell out of his building. Watching the tall man barely get off his ass onto his feet caused more laughter to escape from his body as he watched the man leave him and Jair as he made his way out of the building.

“He gave you a break, child please! Bitches can never admit to defeat, they never can and they never will!” Juan added as he and Jair remained there taking in the moment. The scene suddenly began to fade to black.

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“LIFE AIN’T EAZZAY”
TAPING: Recording Session #002
DATE: June 7th, 2012
OPPONENT: Gabriel Anslem x "The Soul of Philly" TJ

[ REC • ]

Outside of a small, local joint in Duluth, Georgia, Jair was all by himself this round, Karin was with him but she remained at the local hotel. It was quite late, around ten-thirtyish as Jair leaned up against the wall, the small red and silver camcorder in hand as he showed off his smile. One match in and already he was in the chance to run with the ‘big dogs’ of APW. Successfully taking down Shadow now led to a tag team against another ‘hungry’ set of veterans who are also power-driven and determined to deliver pain of the worst kind. They were random, and so were Jair and his partner. Jair only hoped that for him, he’d have his back like Jair would have his only knowing that it wouldn’t last long due to the fact that they would see each other in a battle royal the next week. It wasn’t about next week, it was all about ‘right now’. How would Jair fair in his first tag match.

Jair:“One week in and already I know this will be a tough road to glory. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’ve earned to be alongside these stars. I’ve earned to be inside that twenty by twenty squared-circle. Last week on my debut, I took all of what I grasped in those three months and put them into effect against Shadow. He had that power, that strength to override everything I tried to do against him. He had me down until it seemed his stamina was letting him down and in the end, he made that unforgivable slip-up. I took advantage as any one would and I ‘did it on him’, giving him his defeat. Maybe he would fair better in the future as a singles competitor as he once did before his ‘Hall of Fame’ tag team days.”

Jair: “Enough on ‘old news’, I have a lot to focus on with both TJ and Anselm. Both are over-powering, TJ is the taller one of the group, probably the strongest as well. I’ve had some time to catch up on him and his game and I am impressed with how he’s faired. I noticed his attributes that is for the good and for the bad. For me, I have a chance in a way. If I can take him down legit, I can work him on that floor like a DJ Turntable, spinning in every direction, aiming to land submissions to tire him out. For a big man, that’s always the ‘kyrptonite’ to his power. For ‘Gabby’, he’s a bit more in my class. He’s new to this promotion, looking to get his feet wet for the sake of being something in this company.”

Jair nods on that note as he continues recording.

Jair: “To my partner, Stefan Raab, I know you probably give a fuck about who I am, or me being your partner. Why should you? I mean, I actually had to Google you and I never expected the outcome of results. You are a man of many talents. Television host, musician and a wrestler. You don’t need to even speak my name out of your mouth but here’s the thing, Raab. We have the same vision in mind. The simple task of “Getting a victory!” It will launch us into this tournament and after that we can go back to our separate ways. I don’t really care about your career outside of the ring. All I really want to do is beat these two and go to the next round.”

Jair: “I do feel a bad vibe with you from an angle. You just last week had teamed up with TJ and despite the landslide on the paper, you wind up tapping out. Now the bright side of the deal, you had experience with TJ, you got to exhibit some of his traits and habits. You bring that asset along in this match but overall, I don’t trust you. You, TJ and Anselm are the bad muh’fuckers while I’m the only good fella’ in this match. I just hope you don’t fuck this up for us. Ignore the losing streak and maybe we can out-produce the team of TJ and Anselm. I only hope.

With that, Jair pointed the camera in his face, getting one last shot with a “peace” sign as he hit the stop button on the camcorder, ending the live recording feed. Jair slipped over the hoodie as he walked away from the somewhat quiet scene as all came to a fade.