Word Of Advice

[J-Hop]

[ :: ACCEPTING WHAT IS GIVEN :: ]
Never say you weren’t given a chance



Tropicana Casino – Las Vegas, Nevada
July 27th 2012 – 3:20 pm

Things were moving ‘super-fast’ for me. I couldn’t even sleep half the time. Getting here off that shuttle, my eyes were coated red with strain marks. I was furthering my status of a superstar. I knew people still had doubts about me. Hell, why wouldn’t they? I was just a rookie on his second edition of Asylum, real shit. People didn’t like me or they thought because of what I did on Meltdown, I’d expect to be excused in Asylum. They’ll soon figure that I was not about any of those things.

All I wanted to do was turn heads like a dime bitch on Canal Street.

I wasn’t much of a gambler, but hell, you only live once as everyone all of sudden started promoting. I was going to live to roll the dice for straight seven’s on each roll. I was going to live to roll my execution plan in the ring in a couple of days. I couldn’t think about anything but that opportunity that stands in front of me, with its tongue out, yelling …

WHAT’CHA GONNA DO, HOMEH?

Roll this motherfucking dice.

That’s what I was going to do.

I looked at all the rich men in front view, sitting at the ‘craps’ table and the roulette spinning wheel. I always learned to never put money on red. I also learned these gambling spots were decked with serious programming options.

Another reason for me not to waste my money away.

I’d rather buy Jordans and a Benz than to bet on the House and get ripped every single time.

In reality, when I look at it from a view, I saw Jason Kash and Johnny Sykes as the House and the Dealer. Trust their word or go on your own. Trust their smile or keep your eyes closed? After all, Johnny did call himself a ‘Pranksta’. There was no way I was putting money on him.

Kash was too jumpy, he jumped more lanes than a mofo on a Ducati motorbike. One minute he was for real, next minute he’d front.

To be honest, I really should be sleeping, catching rest but watching bitches lose their money was too much fun. Be reasonable, don’t be greedy. Know when enough is enough.

Knowing when you are at your limit -- It is a life saver.

Not knowing your limit, well you are probably living inside a cardboard box right now.

That’s what I was trying to explain to Kash-man … But he doesn’t want to listen.

Must be because of my youth…

Or could be a rule in the handbook “Learn How Not To Listen To Advice … Especially From Punk-Ass Rookies”

I made up that last part. However, like these stupid fools gambling their paychecks away, it rolls the same for my opponents. If you don’t know how to flambay, then stay away from the gas stove.

In the background, I could hear people crying, the losses were becoming unbearable as all the money machines were being held up by greed’s who just didn’t get the memo. Gambling is an ender. They crave for your hard-earned dollar. Pressing buttons underneath the tables, “A,B, and C” like a game controller, they enjoy seeing people suffer. Houses put up and cars being taken away, pink slips, mortgage papers, you name it. Greed equals failure.

Hear that ‘Kash-man’?

I know you hold experience over me, but don’t think because you been around means you know everything.

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"IT AIN’T EASY BEING GREEN!"
TAPING: Recording Session #008
DATE: July 27th, 2012
OPPONENT(S): “The OG Pranksta” Johnny Sykes x Jason Kash

The stay in Vegas was quite a unique one for the young man. Jair was pretty much still getting used to the loads of traveling. He knew that he would have to make this his second life, a steady traveler of the road. As his stock continued to flare up to enormous heights, his responsibilities were going to have to be a bit stricter. Without his love, he was considered as ‘wild goose’, out from his cage, creating madness. Even though he was chill and well-collected, being free from a leash will almost at all times be a problem.

Right now however, the sky was the limit. His personal bullshit, he put it on hold. He was entering an intense, game situation. It almost seemed like a tied game with fifty seconds left, all for the championship … even though this was just a contender’s match, his mindset was programmed in that manner. The fans see him as the ‘clear’ favorite but they know that the former World Champion in Jason Kash was just the same, an opportunistic veteran, seeking that little bit of light to take over. Jair was aware of it, after all, he had been on non-stop video watch of past epic match entries of Kash, just to see how his body motion and mental state acted in close-call situations. He also knew Johnny Sykes wouldn’t be a ‘sitting duck’. He would have say in this too.

Life has been indeed great for Jair lately and he wanted to keep it that way. He rolled with that ‘Nothing to Something’ gimmick as his fanbase was steadily growing, daily. All he wanted was another chance at contendership for a title. He knows of his past mistakes but this go-round, he wanted to prove he could hang with the likes of Kash and Callahan. As he sat in his hotel room of the local ‘Tropicana Casino’, he finished texting his girl Karin as he tried to keep in touch on a daily basis. Thoughts were going through his mind like a jam-packed HOV lane. Decked in nothing more than a white tank top and a pair of blue, lengthy shorts.



[ REC • ]

J-Hop: So the time is now, time to gather everything and give it your all. Pull an ‘Eminem’ and sing for the moment, the spotlight is on me, the fans have heard from the other two, they anticipate every word that will come out of my mouth like the person that typewrites the shit people say in court. Eyes were on me, I was watched. They wondered just how much I could take before I’d finally release everything with black venom. How long they wondered about my smile, how long before it fades and turns into a ‘shit-eating’ grin? The answer is never. Just because I’m from the ‘NY’ doesn’t mean I’m going to smile one second then pop caps in your ass the next. That’s not me, that’s not Jair. But for my friend, Jason Kash … he can be pretty damn unpredictable. He lost the one thing that he loved most. He lost that title and ever since that and the scene afterwards of getting carried away in handcuffs, Jason hasn’t been the same since. One minute he spits in your face, the next he comes with a ‘Sham-Wow’ to wipe it off before shooting you a smile.

J-Hop: You don’t need to tell me about ‘Mustang Sally’, I know she is a hell of a wrestler and performer. The thing that gets me is how you are speaking all “highly” of her all of a sudden. Just because I’m new to the game doesn’t mean I don’t know my fuckin’ history. I’ve seen her, she sets the standard for female professional wrestlers. Hell, she even sets the standard for some men. She’s Sally Talfourd. However, seeing you all ‘big and bad’ when your ego was beyond the helium limit, that loss deflated it and along with your ego came the fall of your confidence. We all suffer from huge losses like that. You have taken it to another level. You’ve gone insane. You say taking defeat from her is an honor, okay … well enough, but it’s like I can read your mind. You’re being nice to her for the simple fact that since she did defeat Bailey at one point, you hope she defeats him again, when the title is on the line, all so you can ‘dick hop’ back into position, and then all those ‘high and mighty’ compliments will be forever gone.

J-Hop: I see your game, Jason. You can’t fool a motherfucker like me who is from the streets. Manipulating people, it’s your forte … Right now though, I’m going to humiliate you, crush your dreams like a samoan with a coconut. You right about one thing, my surname doesn’t spell Jefferson, although I AM MOVING UP … it does end in Sanford. You know what that means, Kash? In case you do not, it simply means while I’m not living in that deluxe apartment in the sky, I am that man who will crush you into nothing more than worthless junk as I deal you for ‘pocket change’. You were once something great … Now, it’s just a mess. You do need a doctor or maybe you should check into Anger Management with Charlie Sheen and Mel Gibson … Maybe then after your treatments, may you return to your … WINNING … ways. Right now, I suggest you hit the bath because I’m bout to turn your career into horse manure. Feel me?

Long winded, it was but it was needed. Kash needed a ‘reality check’ and I felt as if I was the right pick. If he lost to me, this rookie who is climbing the ladder of success so early, his world would be upside down. All his promising would be nothing more than laughter. He couldn’t re-enact “The Promise” … He was a way back from being at that level. After Asylum, he’d be knocked down several other pegs. And speaking of ‘pegs’…

J-Hop: Having to deal with that ‘yabbering’ Kash, I damn near forgot about you ‘OG’. You in this match is like the ‘red-headed’ stepchild in the family. Always ignored and never taken seriously. Right now, the only thing I see entertaining from you is the fact that you, Kash and that chica’ Carmen Rivera continue to call me some bitch-ass ‘Jar Jar Binks’. I mean really, is that like the best punchline you bastards can come at me with? Calling me a Star Wars character? Fuck, at least I’m in the bitch. Ya’ll paying to watch it. Anyhow, real quick, Johnny, we both are being thrown under by the ‘Big Bad’ Wolf, he done fucked up our Condominiums, so we have to take him to town, hide in our pimped out brick house and chill. Let him blow and blow in one-hundred degree weather to see if he can destroy us once for all. More than likely, all that smoking and choking will lead to short breaths and chest pain. Chest pains that will resort to heart attack that will lead to death. That’s a lot for the ‘Big Bad’ Wolf to go through. For him, it’s better to go out that way than being defeated by this ‘green-nosed’ rookie.

Jair takes a breath slowly as he digests everything that has been thrown out and sent back. He shakes his head.

J-Hop: All I know is that it is going to be one cruel, cruel summer for you Kash. As for you Sykes, I appreciate your “advice” but I have my own path, I don’t need words from some ‘jackass nobody’ as you seem to consider yourself around here. Haven’t you seen miracles happen? Just because you carry shitloads of experience doesn’t always make you winners. Over-thinking and trying to prove lessons can cost you down the line. Those are my parting words for you two birds to ‘pluck’ on. Words have been said, shots have been fired. It’s game time, who’s going to take who? Will ‘Jar Jar Binks’ succeed or will he fall back? See soon …


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