The Road 2 Greatness

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[ :: STAY HUMBLE, GO RUMBLE :: ]
In For the Fight of My Life



”Gibraldi’s House -- Downtown Manhattan
June 13th 2012 – 2:00 pm


A couple of days past, everything was going well. Jair was rolling on an undefeated campaign. All the skills, the tools, the tips and veteran advice given, he has made a quick impact on television. Outside of that ring, he was committed to making a hustle at any point whenever possible. It was a lifestyle he was born into before such thing as “wrestling” came into the picture. That was his job, sell whatever was hot on the street just for some ‘Benjamins’.

However, Jair had earned a nice share of cash off of those two matches. He thought about it and decided to just “off” the day and spend it with Karin. She had been such a key in his everyday life, making sure he was on time with everything and making sure he was well prepared and well-dressed for events instead of that damn hoodie and some jeans.

Jair had taken her out to a local pub in Manhattan. He wasn’t much of a Manhattan guy but he decided to take her out for lunch, a small little restaurant in the city that had received good reviews and a held a good fan base. It was something he wanted to do, treat her instead of the usual ‘party hard’ trick and damn near become close to spending the night on the dirty floor of a night club.

“This is so cool of a restaurant. Their food looks good but their prices are ridiculous!” Karin said as she scrolled her eyes up and down the menu chart. “I don’t know if I want much of anything.”

“Don’t worry about it, go order it!” Jair said, cool as ever as he pulled out his wallet. A smirk, he looked at Karin as she shook her head.

“Save your money, Jair … Remember that dream to escape all that is known here. Keep that.” Karin said as she continued to look through the varieties that were on the menu. “That dream is important. You’ve gained small amount of fame right now, don’t lose out on it.” Karin continued with some advice.

She lowered the menu down under her face as she flashed a smile as her pretty blue eyes were hidden behind the stylish shades that were in white frames. She continued scrolling the list as Jair looked around, slightly biting on his bottom lip, seeming to think about something.

“Can I ask you a question, Karin?” Jair asked as he grabbed Karin’s immediate attention.

“Sure, why not? Unless it involves bad news, then don’t ask!” Karin replied back, with a brief smile.

Jair seemed to bite down on his lip a bit more before, slightly more of a serious look than just moments before. He held her right hand as she suddenly began to blush into a red glow.

“Do you think I chose the wrong career, Karin?” Jair asked as Karin’s face completely morphed back to a normal glow. The redness in her face was completely transparent as Jair continued. “I mean I’ve been feeling like this last week. I just don’t know, I feel slightly different, it may be nothing but I feel something.” Jair explained as he shook his head downward.

Karin took a light sigh as she seemed to shake her head as well. “Darling, you did the right thing. I mean you don’t seem like the ‘office worker’ type. This is your life right now, you’ve did all that hard work and training, it needs to be paid off.” She said, as she was the one rubbing Jair’s hand. “Anything beats selling ‘rocks’ on the corner and possibly either in jail or dead.” She ended, picking the menu back up.

“I guess you have a point there. I started to go that route at one point, it’s a risk every damn day, twenty-four seven.” Jair said as he seemed slightly relieved, no longer under pressure as he leaned his head onto his fist as he looked at his lovely girlfriend browse the menu.

“Oh my gawd, this is just too much to choose from, I don’t know what!” Karin said, continuing to compliment the line of selection at the restaurant. “I guess I’ll go with something light!” Karin said as she waved her hand in the air at the nearby waiter who was with another set of customers.

She seem to had made her choice as she laid the menu down, a bit perky as she brushed her hair back behind her ears. She waved the waiter over here being that he was finished the other customers. He came over, looking at Karin then at Jair with another glance back at Karin as he looked her for a long period of time with his pad in hand. Karin, smiling, she didn’t even bother to pick up the menu, being she had found out what she wanted.

“Anything I can help you with today?” The waiter asked, looking at Karin.

“Yes, I want the small piece of filled Chilean Sea Bass with the small side of Salad. Thank You!” She said as he had written it down.

“Alright, I’ll be back with that!” He said, taking his notes and walked off, completely ignoring the fact that Juair was sitting there. Jair stopped him in his tracks.

“Yoo, sonny boy … You ain’t even gonna’ ask me what I want?” Jair asked the walking waiter with that Brooklyn attitude stepping up as Karin took quick notice of it, patting Jair on the arm to calm him down. “You checkin’ out mah girl but not ask me what I want?” Jair said, now standing up, raised voice, attention gained.

The waiter turned around, somewhat mixed reaction as he held a smirk on his face, coming back to the way of Jair as he stared at him. “Well, is there anything you want, SIR?” The waiter asked, raising his voice on the word “Sir” as Jair nodded his head.

“Yeah …” Jair said as he let Karin know he was calmed down. The waiter was ready to write as Jair continued to nod his head. “Yeah, you can take this down …” Jair said as a couple of seconds passed and out of nowhere Jair landed a right hook right to the right side of the waiter’s skull as everyone let out a gasping sigh, Karin shook her head.

“JAIR … Dude, seriously?” She said, holding her arms up.

She got up quickly, grabbing her purse to the side that was on the floor as she grabbed Jair’s hand, high-tailing it out of the way and out of sight away from the restaurant as everybody’s eyes were stuck to down to the floor where the ‘knocked out’ waiter was lying at, currently on ‘Dream Island’.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” She asked as she tugged Jair with her like a train on a high-speed mission. She took a shortcut through an alley as she shoved Jair into the brick wall of what was a set of small stores.

“I don’t know, what happened?” Jair asked, as Karin looked confused to what he just said. She didn’t know whether he was serious or obviously joking.

“Jair … you just dropped a defenseless waiter on his ass … for nothing.” Karin said, trying to keep her cool.

“Well in my mind, he deserved it. I saw the way he was looking at you, plus he pretty much disrespected the shit outta’ me!” Jair said, somewhat not regretting those actions moments ago. Karin looked at him as she stepped back a couple steps.

“Jair, baby … You can’t be starting shit over looks. I’m ‘eye candy’, it’s the reception I get all the time. Hell, it’s an advantage in a way.” Karin said, laughing lightly. “I could’ve gotten that awesome meal for free, Jair. Not a dime spent!” Smiling, Karin said as she kissed Jair on the cheek.

“Don’t worry yourself over who looks at me. I know who’s my ‘Knight in Shining Armor’. Bravery is nice, stupidity is just fucking dumb, alright?” Karin said, addressing Jair as he just stood there, nodding his head.

“Yeah, alright!” Jair said looking around to see if anybody was still searching around. “C’mon, let’s go!” He said as they both escaped out of the miniature alley, taking their walk down the street as everything was quiet.

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“HUSTLE TILL’ I DIE”
TAPING: Recording Session #003
DATE: June 16th, 2012
OPPONENT(S): Carmen Rivera x Steve Stryker x Yarmouth x Kyle Goodburn x Stefan Raab

[ REC • ]

Inside, comfy and comfortable, no camcorder duties were on hand for Jair’s girlfriend, Karin. He was solely on this himself as he was front and center with the webcam that was hooked to the computer down stairs. Decked out in a white tank top, a pair of blue-denim jeans and a Brooklyn Nets fitted cap, he rubbed his hands together, ready for the toughest battle since his first match three weeks ago. He was about to face a huge, huge match-up that consisted of five other people. Six faces all-together, vying for one thing, one dream, one goal in life … to be the absolute best. There was even a tournament going on for it and the last spot was at stake. Jair was speechless but in the back of his head, he knew that if he stuck to his ‘guns’, he’d have no problem at all with getting through this gigantic obstacle. He didn’t know much about everyone, but he knew material on them. He knew what he needed to know and that was all that mattered.

Jair: Ever since my first match, I’ve been gaining confidence each week, a tid-bit that has led to a hell of a change. I would’ve never thought I’d be undefeated, let alone in the biggest match of my career, three weeks in. I would’ve never predicted but you can never predict success or your future. The turns you make in life controls the direction your future goes. It’s a basic thing, it’s quoted but you never really understand it until it’s actually happening to you. Everything becomes a whirlwind and without you really knowing it, your success rises and your ego inflates. I hope to never grow an ego to the levels of those I’ve seen lately. It’s good to have a little bit of flair but to just shit on people with it, it’s fucked up. Any day you could turn from a superstar to a bum on the corners, panhandling for change. I’ve never been raised with a ‘silver spoon’ in my mouth, never had dollar bills shoved in my mouth and shitting out blocks of pure gold. I’m a prime example of “Nothing to Something”. Damn near six months, living in a ring from early in the morning till’ late at night. I had to do something; I couldn’t be a ‘pusher’ on the streets like every other average soul on the hopeless corners of Brooklyn, looking for that big bank only to be dealt the slap of death. I just couldn’t do it. I couldn’t afford the outcome of it.

Jair shook his head as he knew how it was for the average person who lived in the projects of Brooklyn. His mentor, Juan Ramirez told his life story of how he had problems evading that lifestyle, even with world-wide success. He succumbed to pressure, his roots to fall back into the depths of torture, risking his career all for a addictive substance that was a killer to all mankind.

Jair: I’ve been given advice from the best. I know what lane to ride in while on this wave of glory. I’m still considered ‘fresh meat’ to most. I have accomplished something that most can’t stand to do. Go outside of the box. Do something wild, fun, enjoyable, something that doesn’t need the participation of sirens and every day calls to the precinct. I was a wrestler and proud of it, careless of what the critics say about the sport. I fucking love it. You can’t take what I’ve learned away from me.

Jair: You can’t take away the fact that within three weeks I’m in my first main event, first prolific match up that means a shit ton. These other five have done incredible things, been here longer than me in a sense and here I am, youngling, hanging around with almost a seventeen percent chance of taking this shit by storm, like a tornado. Not disrespecting my opposition as they have made their journey all the way to this point. So much lies into this match that one mistake can kill this opportunity of a lifetime. Last week, I had to be the savior, the kid who stepped up to save a man who I’d have to face at one point or another the next week. I saved myself from elimination as Mr. Raab has been on an unlucky streak and it almost crashed in front of me. Luckily he was able to get that ‘fresh’ tag in or else we would be in doom. I would not be here nor would Raab.

Jair held his head as he looked to process the first name out of his mouth, with a grin, he opened his mouth to utter the name of…

Jair: Carmen “Gold-Digger” Riviera … Yes, like the ‘hooptie’ or should I call you Caramel like the sweet presence of what usually consists of a ‘heavenly’ aroma … No, I’m not calling your ass neither one of those. You’re not a classic nor are you sweet. You’re full of make-up, you hold no prestige. I love my International women, all flavors, but you, you’re not one of them. You say you never saw a creature like me, well same for the opposite, I never seen Chewbacca with mascara. You look ‘delightful’ in your own way … for you, you should take that as a warning to fix yaself’ up or something. I haven’t been here long, sure it’s a true disadvantage in knowing just who Carmen Rivera is but just from what I’ve seen, I don’t believe you helped build this brand to what it is, it’s a group effort. You’re just a marginal percentile in this group, you’re nothing else. You’re an attention-nabbing, 'prickly' face bitch who looks to want everything handed to you in life like you’re some gift to god. I really hate to use the word “bitch” but your actions have spoken loud and clear. I’m going to be that x-factor in this match that degreases you down to nothing more than a person who bit off more than they could chew. I’m guessing you thought I was just going to let your shit slide because of mini-skirt and leggings? You’re dead wrong!

Jair, just finishing his annihilation on the female participant in this match up was in ‘beast’ mode and he wasn’t about to just stop and call it quits. He was onto the next one.

Jair: You don’t have to worry about the army stoppin’ ya, worry about that G’ that’s about to hit you from behind, completely robbing you for everything you got. You flaunt it, you pay the consequences. About consequences and repercussions, Steve Stryker, a guy who again, I obviously know ‘jack shit’ about but from hearing his comments, it makes it pretty clear to me. I’m that target everyone seeks to throw away. I’m young to the game, I have a shitload of weaknesses and can easily be ousted without much complaint from the audience. No, it can’t be that, it must be fear. It must be that they fear this young black motherfucker with tats’ and that ‘BK’-manners. He’s edgy, valiant, and carries enough swagger to leave everyone drooling. Yeah, that must be it. On a much more serious note, Steve, buddy, I don’t need to be told how to maneuver around in that ring. I know what to do, when to do it, how to do it. Thanks for the precious advice, but I believe I have this shit, aight? Onto you though, we have similarities, we both share that style of a ‘flying-technician’, should I call it that. We both hate that bitch, Carmen and we both are hungry to earn our names in the respect of the doubters who continue to down us every week. Never base me off of those you fought in the past, Stryker … Mistake ‘Numero Dos’. From the start of your comment, I could sense the illness of me on your beer-driven tongue. While I’m reading up on you in the ring, you’re going to need to read for your self when you get thank ‘8 ball’ on your shoulders ‘rocked’. You had your chance, it’s my time.

Jair: I need to break, but I can’t or I’ll lose focus and even worst, lose out on all I worked for. Being undefeated is second in my mind. Being champion is first. For Yarmouth you live and die by the strength and power you possess, Kyle you delve on mind games. All while being successful at what got you where you stand now, it’s not going to work in this match. Power and strength means nothing when you’re on your ass, just trying to get up and mind games don’t really work if you can’t succeed in getting in someone’s head. It’s useless, but as said, use what got you here, pass or fail. It’s your future, not mines. I may be young but I’m a quick learner. Some just don’t understand that shit but come Meltdown, you soon will. This rookie just ain’t an ‘ordinary’ rookie. Watch me conquer.

Jair smiles once as he swipes his hands together. He then hits the “Record” button once again as he stops and rests back in the chair, satisfied.