That Slum Dog Replied...

[J-Hop]

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THE WHITE HOLE…
♦ [ strawberry wonderland ] ♦
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“Just know I got your back homie!”

Steadily talking to me as I stared at him while I ate the hell out of that strawberry muffin. He looked on, nodding at me for picking the obvious choice. I didn’t know where I was going, I didn’t know what was going to happen, all I know is this muffin was scrumptiously delicious. Hell, he even provided milk. I didn’t know if this was legit or was he trying to rape my ass. First a pill, then the muffin, now the milk. I swear, if he even attempted to hug me, there would be an uppercut.

He looked at me, requesting me to open my mouth as I drunk portion of the milk down.

“Say Ahhh!” He said, requesting for me to do so.

I immediately shook my head.

“Dude, this ain’t no Trey Songz video, I ain’t for it!”

“Nah homie … Nothing of that nature, just for clarification purposes.”

After moments of debating, I opened it up just enough for to peep, I immediately closed the hatch back down per his visible answer on his facial expression.

“Aight, you good!” He said as he gave me a thumb up.

I could feel something different along my body. He begun smiling, knowing the timing and effect. I was just a trapped puppy. He helped himself up from the couch as he adjusted the shades covering his eyes as I swear it was Snoop but it wasn’t.

“Walk with me…” He said as he walked over to the door in the corner.

Cautious, I got up sort of slow as I walked over there to him. Opening the door, it just led to an all white room. You couldn’t see anything but white. It was damn near blinding, yet he walked on as I tried to follow in his exact footsteps.

“Where the hell are we going?” I asked him as he remained silent.

Out of nowhere, he up and disappeared.

“YOO!!” I yelled, trying to get where he was.

All of a sudden, after yelling for him, two dudes came out of nowhere, they were exactly like Stefan Raab and Julius Farquhar. Exact spitting looks of the two. My fists immediately went into a balled-up position. They walked right up to me before stopping just a foot out.

“THAT my friend are considered “Programs”. They will kill you if you give them the chance.” He appeared out from behind the two. “When you die in here, you die back in the real world.”

My eyes widened to the maximum.

“Uh … come again?” I said, as I began to have doubts.

“You got problems hearing? … I SAID YOU WILL DIE IF YOU LET EM’ GET TO YOU!”

The echo made it that much louder and … worse. Seeing the two in my face, eyeing me down, I looked at my fists as I went to swing and as I did, my left fist went right through Raab’s head as it looked like grinding sparks. Pulling my arm out, it went back to normal.

“Uh … what the hell?” I said as this was too damn much. “How am I supposed to defeat them?” I asked.

“You must figure that out yourself, young man. I’m here to guide you through. I can’t cheat for you too.”

Soon as he said that, Raab threw his arms out and pushed me, I went flying back, slamming down onto the floor. Right then and there, I knew I was in a world of hurt. How was I going to defeat something that was untouchable in this “world”? There had to be a way.

“Battle back … Don’t just stand there!” He said as I found myself in a bad position.

I should’ve just ate the blueberry muffin … it was waaaayy to late now.

Getting up off my ass, I put my dukes up as I eyed the two, mostly Raab’s image. It was hard to look into both men’s eyes as they had shades on. I ran full speed at both men and within a split second, all I dove into was air … and the floor again.

They were gone and I found myself looking like an ass once again.

“Seriously, what the hell?” I yelled out as I seem to be losing the battle.

“We’ll try again, Jair … Tomorrow!” He told me as now I was beating myself up, not the program … but myself.

Screw it.

"Q U I N T E S S E N T I A L L Y D U M B"
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♫ NOW PLAYING: "WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE" - JAY Z / K. WEST

Seriously, what the hell?

All was going well, myself and Sykes putting on what many would consider a ‘crowd pleaser’ and for to see it end the way it did. It disturbs me. It fucking disturbs me. To come that close to grabbing the contendership only to see is fall out of my hands like that and a week later, I have to watch you Jason and Sykes go into battle. Are you that fearful of me getting that contendership, Kash … to the point you have to introduce yourself into my damn match just to kill it so you won’t have a contender in place.

I understand … You’re a certified pussy with a goatee.

I’ll deal with that issue later. I know Sykes wants that title badly after being able to defeat you a few weeks ago. I understand he gets the first shot but if somehow you survive him, you’re getting me next. Mano e’ Mano, no interruptions, nothing that can give you the slightest advantage. I’m going to do what Craig did to Debo in ‘Friday’. I’m going to knock your punk-ass out!

I’m mad and angry and that’s a rare case with me. I’m usually laid back and never so attached to one soul but you are pushing all the right buttons Kash. I commend you. I commend you for giving me something to focus on. What do I mean when I say “focus”?

This week, I have two gre—actually, one great competitor and one who is trying to get to that level. Stefan Raab and Julius Farquhar, as it is a regular triple threat but it could be a lead to anything in the weeks to come or at One Night in Hell. Who knows … but what I do know is that neither Julius nor Stefan will have an advantage. Stefan, we have met several times, even been on the same side once and it was horrible. I had to save you, I had to save myself just to advance to the next stage. This whole ‘Invasion’ deal … its dead in the water.

To hear you throw yourself out on Twitter, begging to be slaughtered, it’s a true shame. To hear you whine about what you’ve done in other places and how badass you ‘really’ are, it sure hasn’t proven much in APW-land. You say no one here respects you … Why should we? Have you done anything to deserve it? I’m still new, people tell me I’m doing a great job and to keep my head up. I don’t look or demand for people to respect me. If you do lovely, if you don’t, fine by me. I could’ve just blocked your ignorance, but it was to amusing. Calling people out and getting slaughtered, verbally. It was too amusing to just block you.

Stefan … you may not be a talented wrestler but you could be a great comedian one day…

As for Julius, this is our first duel and knowing your previous doings, I’m aware of what you are about. Doing what you did to TJ is by far your worst idea because pissing off an angry, near-seven footer, it’s not an ideal plan at all. I’ve had my battle with TJ and to be a witness to his destructive force … I can tell you Julius, it’s not fun. He wants you and I am the ‘lucky’ one to get to you before he does. I know he’ll be watching intensely hoping that I give you “problems” and just a warning sign of what is to come. I told him I’d do my best but after hearing your English accent and your choice of words towards me … I just want to wring your damn neck out like a wash cloth.

The fact that you said you can recognize talent, yet you say I don’t have an ounce of it but that ‘clusterfuck’ Raab has it and your respect. No Jules’ … just no. I feel sorry for you that you pay respect to a tin can like Raab but whatever ‘floats your boat’. Trash respects trash. While you’re giving respect to that bitch, I’ll be killing two birds with one stone. I’ll get my finest accomplishment to date. This ‘slum dog’ is going to cut right into that thick ‘blue-blooded’ layer of skin that you wear and exposing you will be the death of you. No longer will you be wearing that crown on your head. You’ll be wearing a toilet seat in place of that crown. I’m going to take a good ole’ fancy sit down and shit on your hopes this week.

Everyday, I get downplayed because of my height and my weight. I’m not the tallest nor am I the heaviest. I’m not that powerful, hell if hale winds come in, I’m gone ‘bye-bye’. However, listening to ignorance, it does something. Listening to haters ‘blabber’ continuously about what I can and cannot do, it’s pretty much inspiration. Some people, they ignore it. Me, I embrace it. It gives me something to fight for. Julius wants to call me a talentless bum, nice … I appreciate your kind choice of words. If Raab wants to blabber about me not getting this or blabber about my failings on previous occasions, cool. I didn’t think he could memorize anything after twenty-four hours. Telling me what I can’t or won’t do only puts more pressure on you to make your statements true. It doesn’t even bother me.

So in closing, if you think you two spewing off will affect my game plan, you’re absolutely wrong. I may not be a fucking Killerplauze and I may not be Quintessentially English but what I am is a young kid from Brooklyn going against all odds.

Holla At Me!