The Show Goes On

[J-Hop]

[ :: IT'S SHOWTIME! :: ]
It’s just the beginning to something extraordinary



Twins Park NW Apartments
July 9th 2012 – 3:30 pm

Yes.

FUCKING YES!

HOLY FUCK, YES!!

I was now another addition to the stacked roster of Sunday night Asylum. My game had to be stepped up tremendously now to stay afloat with the rest. I didn’t need to freeze from the shivering water below. I needed to be on top like I attempted when I was with Meltdown. All seemed so damn fast. Just almost two months in, and now I’m on a top show … Not to mention, the man who helped me out, gave me additional pointers and even showed a brother where the restrooms were one day. He’s also the newly crowned APW Heavyweight Champion on Asylum.

I could only dream one day of being in that shot.

I had a lot of time, one thing I needed to have was patience. Only a few have it stored in their systems. Others who are impatient … well, they’re probably ‘flat-lined’. I had just gotten off the flight, a shuttle bus ride home to the Twin Park Apartments. I knew I had to fly back out but I wanted to tell the news to Karin. She has been the support underneath my career for the longest. We grew out of the rough terrain together and although it’s still rough here, we’re working for the deluxe apartments … in the sky.

I just had to throw that in.

Stepping through the door, the proof in my hands, the contract signed with my name at the bottom, me and Karin closed in together, hugging as she laid a kiss on my lips.

“I told you could do it! Time is everything!” She said as she was ‘glowing’.

“I know, I also know I have to roll back out of here to get to Utah for the show.” I said as I quickly took off my jacket and my cap.

I walked to the refrigerator, opening it wide. I pulled out the half-way filled forty ounce bottle of what was called in the hood, a ‘bumper’. I had no exact reason why it was called that but I was fucking thirsty. I twisted off the cap and guzzled it in like a champ before swallowing what was in my mouth. I placed the top back on the bottle that was now down to almost the finish. I stuck it back in the refrigerator as what came next shocked the hell out of Karin.

*BURPS*

“Damn boy, put a leash on that shit … It’s too close!” Karin said, waving her hand as it stunk.

“Don’t worry babe, I got a leash, but can I get a celebration ‘quickie’ or something. I gotta’ lot of stress I need to really relieve!” I said as I laughed at the end. Karin however didn’t.

Karin actually gave me the ‘awkward’ eye. She shook her head as she gave a sly smirk afterwards.

“Baby, I can’t do … The people at that place are expecting me to be on my “P’s and Q’s”. I can’t fuck that up darling by going in there with my head looking like Al Sharpton on a rainy day.” She said as she was focused, placing things in her purse.

“Just tell them it was raining in the bedroom … You had a leak from up above that ‘frizzed’ everything up!” I said, offering an excuse for her to use. She just shook her head, still.

I came from behind the kitchen counter as I caught her standing, seemingly not well alert. Easing up, I slowly reached around her waist as I leaned the side of my forehead on her. She playfully escaped, moving to the front of the chair, trying to finish up some things.

“Damn, I hope you do well with this job with the ways you are escaping my grasp. Hell, I missed you girl last week.” I said, feeling a little down.

She didn’t really notice it. She continued stuffing her purse with some items for work.

“When you get back, I’ll give you all the attention you need!” Karin said, placing a smile on her face.

I had to accept it, ever since this job hired her, she’s been quite the ‘ghost’ in this house. I was beginning to grow slightly ‘selfish’ wanting her by my side. When she said that, my eyes tilted to an angle, a little ‘caught off’.

“Wait, so you’re not traveling with me to Salt Lake City?” I asked, a concerned pitch in the tone of my voice. “What’s going on?” I asked, knowing the obvious.

“Work, darling. They’ve been working me heavily the past week. They like my designs. This promotion, the schedule is crazy. You really don’t need me by your side, babe. You’ve done extremely well!” She said as she gave little eye contact during what she just said.

“I thought … wha-… what about you being the support underneath me. Yes, I have Juan and a couple of friends giving me pointers, but YOU are my true inspiration.” I said, as I looked ultra-confused, even lost.

Karin pouts as she starts throwing slight theatrics.

“Come … on … babe! Don’t do this to me!” She said with a light stomp at the end. “Don’t get like this … I’m doing all I can. You’re working, I’ve finally found work.” She said as she began to grow frustrated.

She looked at me, trying to hide what emotion was about to come out with a ‘cheap’ smile.

“Isn’t getting away from these ‘projects’ our main goal? Our dream to accomplish?” She asked, waiting for an answer.

“Uh …. Yeeeeeaahhhh?” I replied, trying to see where she was going with this.

“Well then, act like it! My income with your income equals ‘dollar signs’, dollars that could manage us our OWN place and away from these ‘scummy-ass’ streets.” She said as she walked back and forth while speaking. “You know how much I hate it here?”

I looked at her as I just slowly nodded my head, agreeing with it.

“Fine then … I’ll let you be. Do work, mama’.” I said, saluting her work ethic.

“I knew you’d understand, Jair … This is big for us!”

As she said that, I had grabbed my hat, my jacket and my suitcase that I just brought in. It was time to get back on the shuttle and get to the airport. I called it ‘Carry Out’ meeting.

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"SALT ON THE WOUNDS"
TAPING: Recording Session #006
DATE: July 11th, 2012
OPPONENT: "Mr. Madness" Mike Morrison

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J-Hop: Do I really have to fight this fool?

Letting out a deep sigh, Jair is in his hotel room, early arrival in Salt Lake City, Utah for what may be the first time since his pro debut in Meltdown. In a hotel room, decked out in all ENYCE gear as he has his fitted cap turned backwards on his head. In front of him was his laptop, black and purple themed cover on the laptop as he had it up and open, video recording set up. His hands were somewhat sweaty, heart heavy, stomach bouncy. He was literally a damn mess but he had to get rid of the ‘antsy’ feelings quick. He was going up against tough, tough competition in Mike Morrison, little known about. Actually taking to the net to Wiki him for something. On his own, there was no one to talk to and he wasn’t about to start talking to himself.

He felt in his upper-left jacket pocket as he pulled out an already rolled up joint. Ever since the first attempt, he’s wanted badly to smoke on again. It was given to him from his girlfriend, just in case he might get overly depressed, worried or just ‘not feeling it’. He shook his head as he stuck it back in his pocket.

J-Hop: Nah, I need to focus. This is my debut on Asylum … I can’t fuck this up!

Dealing with it, Jair decided to grab ahold of the mouse and click the button as the window on the screen enlarged from what came as a black screen to a complete mirror image of Jair’s face. He smiled as he cracked his knuckles before beginning this journey of the next plateau.

J-Hop: Some actually predicted against me that I wouldn’t make it to Asylum. Well look, bitches … I’m officially here. Representing it proud with a smile and a step-up in my game. Last week, my farewell match ‘so to say’ in Meltdown, I left it just like I entered it, dominant. Although this time, I had experience under my belt. Mike Foxx became the latest victim to the ‘OMFG’. I didn’t want for him to get heavily injured or knocked out but it happened. Some want it banned … Not going to happen! You want to know why?

Jair then chuckles lightly.

J-Hop: Because I’m facing a mad ‘friggin’ psycho named Mike Morrison who looks like Willy Wonka and the Joker combined together. You know, “Why So Serious? … You want some chocolate?” and follow that shit up with a sick, devious smile. You know, I saw Asylum thanks to ‘On Demand’ service. I saw it and I took notes, quick notes, but notes. You pretty much killed that poor kid, leaving him with less than an inch of his own life. Then as it was near the end, I heard Steve Beckett say, he doesn’t envy the man who has to face Morrison. Luckily enough, there was no need to worry. Morrison got eliminated via the only man who was able to stop him. Chaz Dillinger. After watching that footage, I had my ‘dirt sheet’ on this madman wanna-be … Psycho, yes, tough, not so. Just as long as he didn’t catch me from backstage with a chair, I was game.

J-Hop: You want to humiliate and completely dominate the territory? Try dominating the ‘new kid’. Call me what you want, thug, ‘gang-banger’, etc. I’ve heard it all, it does nothing but make me repeat the infamous smile you happen to throw on display when you feel to want to intimidate your opponent. There’s no intimidating Jair Hopkins. There’s no ‘throwing’ me off course. Sure, I’m still ‘stinky’ behind the ears as far as my experience but I have the balls to do more than expected. What you’re doing is beyond stupid, it’s damn right hilarious to be honest. The guy wasn’t even a threat to take a chair to.

Jair clears his throat as he swipes his hand across his mouth and lips, in somewhat of a yawn, he continues.

J-Hop: That just lets me know that this episode of Asylum will be nothing more than a joke between you and me. Without a weapon and a dark spot to hide backstage, you can’t beat me. Without the ‘dark’ Harry Potter lines and getting that devious, maniacal stare locked in, your base is nothing. Your skills aren’t on a level that can compete with me. You rely on mind games to which really holds no effect. Call me ‘arrogant’ or whatever you will, I know my abilities, buddy and you soon will know it too…

J-Hop: When it hits you … WHAM!

Giving theatrics of the term “WHAM!”, Jair goes back to himself as he raises his one finger, the index finger.

J-Hop: All I need is one chance, one opportunity, one life, one swing, one misfire, one cheer, one side … and it is over, Mike. Let’s be real for a change. Quit with the act, quit with the scary looks and stares. You’ve beaten people up, the form of a sadistic menace but I’m going to lower that sickness down a few notches. I’m going to make you normal, come Asylum. It’s not about me fearing you, it’s the complete opposite.

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