Down To Earth

[J-Hop]

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BITING REALITY…
♦ [ when all else fails, don't drop dead ] ♦
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“Damn homie, I think we fucked up thinking you were the one to lead us!”

Disappointment drooled down on my face as I was left depleted. I lost the training battle and therefore I didn’t deserve to take the reigns and lead them. I just wasn’t ready but I didn’t want to be overlooked yet.

“Gimme’ another chance … I’ll prove them bullshit programs wrong!” I said, hoping for another chance.

He shook his head, unimpressed with my showing.

“Sorry kid but you aren’t ready for this world. We need a strong-willed individual to lead us and you … you just aren’t a fitting cap. Maybe in the future, kid.”

He walked off, leaving me there and not looking back. I wanted another shot to prove but second givings aren’t located here.

“NOOOO!!! Please don’t go … ONE MORE SHOT!” I pleaded until pleading was useless.

All I was staring at was complete white-out. You could hear the door shut and all of a sudden all went dark.

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Jair …

JAIR …

JAAIIIRRRR!!!

All became visible again, but this time I didn’t know my place.

“Baby … Where you been? Where are we?” I asked as I looked around, looking like a fool under shock.

“Fool, we’re home, you been here for a while, I’ve been here for a while. Remember? Damn, all we did was share a piece. Guess no more for you.”


She was laughing but I wasn’t. It seemed all brand new to me and I wasn’t feeling very good. I still was lost in reality.

“I thought you died! Never scare me like that again, you hear?” Karin was obviously pissed but I was still in wonder.

“What the hell happened to me?” I asked myself.

“You obviously can’t hang anymore!” Karin shouted as she held her hand over her head, trying to calm her self down.

“That’s the second time I heard that. A dude that looked like Snoop Doggy Dog said I couldn’t hang. I dunno where I was. Something about a rabbit and a program, something…”

Karin blinked her eyes, as she looked me ultra-confused. Her face didn’t change one bit as I was left trying to piece things together.

“Yeah boo-boo … No more extracurricular activities for you. I don’t even know why I did it in the first place. Your ass goes off into wonderland and don’t wake back up. The hell, man?”

“I … I never meant to make you—“

“… Talk to the hand, Sucka!” She said as her hand was out, palm eye-level with me as I bit my lip. Taking both these insults and being mentally challenged for the moment.

“But I—“

She kept her hand in place, shoving it an inch forward, sticking with her stance.

“I hope you haven’t forgotten you have a match in a couple of days!” Karin said as she used her peripheral vision to see my facial expression.

“Huh?” I said as that was all I could let out of my mouth.

Her face glowed as her once stuck-out arm and hand quickly went and palmed her face.

“Come on, man … Don’t tell me you all of sudden caught a bad case of amnesia!”

She looked at me and shook her head as she didn’t know whether to fall for this cruel joke or take it as a serious matter. What she didn’t know was that I was joking. I knew who I was facing and as blunt as I may be, the name Jason Kash will never leave these ‘hung over’ brain cells. It’s like sniffing ammonia, that stinging smell will never be erased.

“You gotta’ be kidding me!” She said, as she seemed to be losing her mind now.

“Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten. I know the task at hand this week. I may be a little off the chain right now …”

“VERY!!!” She said, interrupting.

“… The point is, I never forget that name. I will never forget it. I may forget a name like Raab and Yarmouth. I may forget a name like Evan Envi but Jason Kash … that’s imminent.”

“Yeah … uh-huh … whatever!” Karin said, probably not listening to one thing I said.

She didn’t seem to buy into my memory at the moment. She had that ‘twisted lip’ expression as she tried to move on. I was attempting to do the same but it was going to be at a slower rate.

“I wanna go to Tokyo!” Karin said with her arms rolled up, resting across her chest.

“I want to go back to wherever the hell it is I woke up from. Snoopy was there but I can’t.” I said, sounding somewhat sarcastic towards her wants.

“I don’t want you to be there!” I said.

As expected, she didn’t take that shit well.

“Excuse you?”

“It’s going to be a cruel evening. I don’t want you around that violent nature. I know, we’re in Brooklyn and it’s like a damn warfare here at times but this is personal, mama. I don’t want you to see my ass battered up while in return, flambéing one’s ass to infinity. I don’t need you to see that!”

She nodded her head as she didn’t like it but she seemed to understand it.

“I just want to be by your side!” She uttered, steadily trying.

“You will … through mind, heart and soul. Also by paying fifty bucks for it on Pay-Per-View channel!”

She looked at me as if my ass was silly.

“Let me guess, you forgot the scrambler. Fifty-what? I don’t think so. I’ll be watching it though.”

I didn’t know what to say or if there was anything to say at all. I didn’t forget at all. Thought she would support the company that pays me and helps pay the bills but however she watched was fine with me … Sort of.

“Uh … Thatta’ Girl!” That look of unsatisfactory combined with a short, simple smile was the ending result.

"N O T O V E R Y E T !"
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♫ NOW PLAYING: "GUNS OF BROOKLYN" - SANTIGOLD

What if I told you I was about to enter of the biggest stages of my career and I was only four months in to this game? Unbelievable! I’ve come a long ways and I’m not even near that peak. Four months and counting, so to speak. I’ve met so many faces, known so many names, followed many careers and doing my best impersonation of ‘Barry Sanders’ to juke, stutter-step and spin out of haters way or those here that I look to not affiliate with.

Jason Kash is one of them.

But at one point, I held some respect for the green ‘Now or Later’. Now, it’s just an option to ignore. People told me about him, the roster members warned me about him, even Anthony Bailey told me to keep him far away but like liquor, weed and other addictive BS, I was lured into the mad, mad world of J.A.S.O.N. I’m trapped but unlike others, I’m not going to panic and look for a way out. No, I’m going to fight this battle to its highest level. I’ve done my best to evade him in the past but his image was consistent. His job is to annoy and attract. My job is to let him get in my head and fall to defeat like the rest.

Not here, not tomorrow, not the 28th.

I’ve lost to you before, I’ve felt the aftermath of J.A.S.O.N but now it’s time for you to taste the flavor of J.A.I.R not short for Air Jordan but it is short for a couple of things like Justice, Avenge, Incomparable and Resilient. You, although you WILL NOT admit to it, you fear me. You fear a four-month old rookie taking your shit and running with it. You fear Jair Hopkins downing you on the biggest stage, the biggest crowd on your biggest defense. I do understand this is a handicap match and it’s the right call for your actions. You’re caught in hell with a shade of heaven.

What I mean by that? This week, the last show before ‘One Night in Hell’, you have me and a uber-pissed seven-foot giant on your ass, but here’s the ‘shade of heaven’, you will not get the full entrée because like a smart person, I’ll save our best ‘Cha-Cha’ for the main event platter. As stated, just a shade of heaven, you’ll be lucky to make it out Beijing with your title … for now.

I know I have to team with the man who laid me out of conscious and while that memory plays in the back of my head over and over, I can’t let that ruin the vision, the plan, the chemistry this week. We may have our disagreements but we do agree on one thing.

The Season of J.A.S.O.N must come to an end…

While he may not have that shot yet to take him on except for in this match, I look to make that vision come true. It’s almost time for that season’s ending. It’s getting cold and numb, the days of chills and raising thermostats to near 90’s for comfort is closing in. Jason may be tough verbally and physical, but mentally, there’s a loophole. There’s a way in and in due time, it will be discovered.

I’m not going to lean on the power and force of TJ because in all honesty, he needs to save that for that English asshole, Julius Farquhar. I know he’s superiorly strong in every part of his body but body management is a plus. Kash, you continue to motor your mouth about what you did last year against this and that in this or that match.

Jason, you just do not know how much it means to me to defeat you.

Sure Sykes got the roll up over you. I know you got revenge by ending his career. You think the same is going to happen with me? You really think you are going to push me to the edge and off the damn cliff? You actually think I’m going to feel ‘threatened’ by that message? I’m a rookie with a heart of a champion, guts of a gambler and an opportunity of a lifetime.

Me getting ignored, it’s never that. I give Anthony his space. To worry him about more tips of how to be successful, it’s not the time. He has a challenge of his own which I know he will succeed. He has my back and I have his. No one has your back Jason except for that white wall behind you and it’s your fear and jealousy that makes you act like you do. You fear that wall breaking down and abandoning you. All you have is that wall and that championship. Come One Night in Hell, both that wall and your soul will be broken as I walk out ‘stuntin’ with a habit, a belt around my waist. Then I can say I walked the right path, did everything the exact way and finished the job. Being a dirty player gets you nowhere but downhill.

Come Sunday night, Jason … that downhill back pedal will slowly kick in for you. You will understand that your call for attention has finally been attended to and your want for a challenge will be answered.

As for our date, I have a gorgeous dress already for you to wear along with some pumps. I just couldn’t resist it when I was walking down the streets of Beijing earlier this week. It comes complete with a wig. I think you will look great.

It’s only the Eighth Inning, one more inning to go before this one is all over. You think the game is over Jason? The crowd hasn’t even begun to sing the ‘Swan Song’.

Get ready!