No Stress

[J-Hop]

[ :: FILLET OF SOUL :: ]
Ain't Nobody Got Time For That!



Twins Park NW Apartments – Bronx, New York
August 2nd 2012 – 4:30 pm

It was time for a slight break from the road, let me re-phrase that, a “short” break from the road. I wanted to come back home to make sure all was alright with Karin as I never really liked her to be home alone. Walking in as I was dressed down under a ‘windbreaker’ hoodie and my single suitcase. My head, eyes and suitcase dropped to the floor as I couldn’t believe my eyes. THE FUCK HAPPENED?

“KAAARRRRIINNNNNNNNNNNN!” I yelled at the top of my lungs as it had to awaken the whole apartment complex.

The apartment was a complete, complete mess. From top to bottom, everything thrown and tossed, glass shattered, you name it, it was on the floor. Calling her name loudly didn’t bring her from wherever she was within the apartment.

I slowly traveled through the ‘disaster’ in the main hallway and in the living room and kitchen as I looked around, a bit caught off from everything right now.

I didn’t see her anywhere. I went to do a U-Turn ….


WHOMMMPPP!!


Caught from behind, she dropped me with right hook as I found myself on the floor, a loose tooth and all. I was seeing fucking stars right now. I couldn’t feel the left side of my jaw.

“The hell was that for?” I said, biting my lip as I felt my lip with my right forefinger. A sight of blood was on the tip of my finger as I rolled my lip inderneath.

Karin looked at me as she had that look in her eyes.

“Who’s that bitch you talkin’ too on Twitter?” Her voice went a few decibels higher as my brain and eyes began to wander.

Who was she referring to? I had a couple of interactions but nothing to the form of ‘Twit-Cheating’. Why the hell was Karin so fucking uptight all of a sudden?

“Karin, baby, chill down.” I said, using my hands to advise her to cool down.

“I … am … not ‘chilling’ down! WHO IN THE HELL was that you talking to?” She said, pointing a finger in my face as I continually backed up. She looked like Ike Turner right now.

I used my hands and feet to slowly get back up as I walked backwards into the living room, near the furniture, quite scared at the moment. Not “Oh fuck, I pissed myself” scared, but I was feeling pretty damn frightened right now. I never seen her this way … at all.

“Baby, something happened at work today?” I asked, wondering if something ticked her off at work.

“Nothing except hearing from my girlfriend that she seen some of your tweets directed at some ‘no-good’ hoe. Who the fuck is it, Jair?” She continued to yell.

I continued to back up, slipping and falling upon some furniture backwards as I wound up in an uncomfortable position in the small chair.

“The fuck are you talkin’ about Karin? You should know better than to listen to one of your ‘friends’. Sure, I responded back to a tweet I got but it’s nothing else. The hell is wrong with you?”

Karin seemed to slow her rage, temporarily as she leaned upon one of the chairs. My ass flipped out of one as I used it for a guard.

“You sure, babe … I mean I’ve done all I can to try a be a good girlfriend to you. I got crazy hours now and when I get news like that to my face, I have too many thoughts.” She said, explaining herself as she held her head, shaking it in disgust.

I slowly moved closer to her, with caution.

“It’s alright girl … Just quit watching the ‘Jerry Springer Show’!” I said as I wanted to console her but the way she was ‘popping off’, I didn’t know what to do at the moment.

“Woosah … Breathe, girl … Breathe!” I continued as I coached her through a breathing method to come back down to ‘Earth’.

Shit, right now, I needed a serious, serious drink. A drink that would be like ‘Drain-O’ to a clogged sink.

“Just know Karin that whatever I do, wherever I’m at, our hearts will always be connected.” That was a killer line that would ‘Al Green’ this shit right up. A smile peeked through as I knew it worked.

“Aww, that’s so thoughtful!” She said, coming back in with a smile. She leaned in for a kiss and as she did, she stopped an inch short of my lips as she instead grabbed them with her right hand, twisting it into an awkward form. My eyes widened as that shit hurt.

“You better not fuck up on me, Jair. Don’t take this sweet ‘mixed’ soul for a joke. I will ‘do’ you up if you go playing games!” She stated as she had me on my ‘tippy toes’.

All I could do was murmur as my speech was conflicted right now. She finally let go.

“Got me?” She asked.

“Yeah, I gotcha’…10-4!” I said, throwing in ‘Trucker’ commands. “I gotta go to the store, I’ll be back!”

I said that as I quickly hauled the hell out of the apartment and down the flight of stairs as I shook my head walking out the glass exit/entrance door.

“Forrest Gump … I now understand you!”

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"DEAD MAN'S SOUL"
TAPING: Recording Session #009
DATE: August 3rd, 2012
OPPONENT: "The Soul Of Philly" TJ

Last week, no one expected that ending. No one expected this to be taken to a later date and on top be worth even more than the previous stipulation. Even Jair, who wasn’t even close to getting that pin or breaking it, expected that ending. To know what was a three way for a shot at the Pro-Life title, now the actual championship match for it, being a four-way, Jair was happy to have yet another shot. But then again, he knew that if he would’ve broken that count, this situation would never happen and either he, Kash or Sykes would take on Callahan, one on one. But a few days later, it was ‘old news’. He knew what was on task and what he had to do. He got a preview out of Kash and Sykes. Now it was to take those two samples, go at it some more and try and take down the champ, Mike Callahan.

It was weird to see Jair in high spirits following that draw ending. As much as he had practiced and anticipated that match, that savoring victory of being the sole contender, he now had to wait until the PPV Shockwave. In front of him, he had to focus on a whole, completely different machine in who was called “The Soul of Philly” TJ. He knew they both shared a similar close win-loss record but Jair knew that this was a trip of momentum for him. He had to keep his flow going into the upcoming PPV. Sitting back home in his comfy chair, he tilted back with his hands behind his head, only visible in a pair of black jeans. He was bare-chested as his chest wasn’t as awesomely muscular as his opponent but he had something his opponent didn’t. Inspiration … the tattoo of Calligraphy text simply reading “Born A Fighter” right on the side of his body positioned vertically southward.


[ REC • ]

J-Hop: The past few days, even though I’m physically over it, mentally, twenty-percent of it is still there. If only I was aware of the situation, I could’ve stopped it. I could’ve extended it. All the preparation for that one match … down the drain. Although given another shot, It could’ve been me as the “pole” winner for the chance at the Pro-Life title. I wanted to taste gold so bad, even though I got a couple pieces in my mouth, it doesn’t cover the taste of pure championship gold, the weight, the leather belt. The feeling you get.

J-Hop: I wanted to have that feel of what my boy Anthony Bailey felt when he got that title. Obviously he held previous gold with the TapOut title, but the World title overtook that feeling. Fuck, I just want to feel it around my waist. People continue to say I’m sniffing Bailey’s ass way too much. Nah, that’s what the ignorance speaks. I’m getting valuable guidance and notes on what to do to enhance my game. I can’t believe that I had the chance to break that situation and my awareness fails to realize the situation and quickly react. However, it’s all good. Shockwave will be the night that I hopefully get to that level of achievement. Right now, I couldn’t reflect anymore about last week’s chaos. I had to worry about the shit on hand in front of me.

He rolled his eyes in the back of his head as he tried to focus on his opponent this week. He knew it was going to be tough, but like a brilliant fucking Chihuahua, he was going to battle to the end.

J-Hop: TJ, your work has been stellar ever since your entry into APW. I respect my opponents, good or bad. Except for the likes of Evan Envi and that Shitzu, Carmen Rivera. You have a dominant power game and for a small fucker like me, I only could wish I could slam bitches and break canvases. Like I wish I could ‘Airwalk’ like Jordan. I tried that shit and slammed right into the pole, not even making it near the net. But enough bullshitting, this is serious. TJ, I know you’re going to bring your ‘David Banner’ strength and agile quickness. I know that if I get cornered, it’s fuckin’ “Lights Out” for me. I know if I do too much thinking, I’m screwed. So shit, I just have to ball with it and play with ‘lady luck’.

J-Hop: You said to me on Twitter after we joked about that heffer, Carmen, you said to me that you didn’t want me to bring any excuses for when you beat me. It was one of those things that hit me when I saw it. I didn’t know how to react to it. I said to myself “Is this dude serious?” and then I said to myself “Why would he be joking? He’s 6’11 and 285 pounds…The fuck you mean is he serious?” To know that you could swat me like a bug and not even drop an ounce of sweat, was crazy. Like a fighter, there will always be humongous odds. It’s just a test to your will. Are you able to power through or will you pussy out of it and be in denial the rest of your life.

He shook his head.

J-Hop: I can’t live with that issue. You don’t have to worry about me bringing a load of excuses. I’m not Evan Envi or any of the other bullshitters that are compiled in this company. Let me just re-issue the statement that once I beat you, I don’t want you to start shitting out excuses. You have the height, the power, the potential … You’re up against a speed, agile, innovative kid with big dreams from a fucked up community. It’s a match in my eyes.

He all of a sudden sits up as he glares forward into the camera.

J-Hop: I have a question for you. Do you have what it takes to take me down? Is it in you to be the survivor of this match? Can you use your advantages wisely and not go into panic when you see this black kid stomp Nike footprints all over your body? The spotlight is on you.

The recording cuts to an end as Jair relaxes back in his chair.

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