Post by J-Hop on Feb 23, 2013 19:23:48 GMT -4
REALITY CHECK: WHY SO SERIOUS?
Look inside my soul and you can find gold and maybe get rich
Look inside of your soul and you can find out it never exist
I can feel the changes
I can feel a new life
I always knew life can be dangerous
I can say that I like a challenge and you tell me it's painless
You don't know what pain is
How can I paint this picture
When the color blind is hanging with ya
“Bitch, Don't Kill My Vibe” – KENDRICK LAMAR
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2/20/13 - 12:15 PM – Manhattan, NY
Pain, lots of pain. From the neck down to the lower back, iced down with a few ice packs, neither really served as a solution but I was too much in pain to speak up.
“Right there, to the left though.”
Asians were best at back massages when in serious, serious pain. All I could think about, even in this moment was that attack by Aubrey, replaying in my head on demand.
It’s not the point she attacked me, it’s the point she used TDB as a frustration outlet. Was it because she took a boot to the ass and in the “L” column to Jason Kash or was it for different reasons. Even with a week gone, I still can’t answer that question.
She had a reason. Tears of fake, she had a reason. Chairshot to Bailey, toss Will and then ‘destructo’ to me. It’s alright, she got the attention of everyone in attendance and in the back. The only one that’s not shocked is her.
She knew what her plan was. Rid of the “threats”. Instead of doing it the legit way, she chooses to go ‘psycho’. That’s alright.
Fuck her.
“Man, she wrecked the hell out of your crew, homeboy!” Ramirez said as he included a laugh underneath. Spread out a foot or so away from where I was, getting the same deal, I happened to look over at him with a glare.
“Dog’, it’s not even funny, she just shitted over all of us. Bitch got serious problems, man. SERIOUS problems!” I said, as I could feel the veins popping out the back of my neck.
“Ugh…” The Asian groaned as she forced me to lie face down, instead of like I was.
“She wants that attention man. She needs that D’. She needs a doctor. She got too many needs. She ain’t right ‘up there’.” Ramirez said as he chuckled through it. He couldn’t stop.
He was so right with that. She needed help, something.
“I mean, I had women who were psycho, but that was only in between the sheets. What went down in the ring, totally blew my mind.”
It blew mines too after seeing just how much damage she applied. I mean she gave me two of her top signature blows including the finisher with the Koji Clutch. All of that and then tears.
“I just can’t figure it out!” I said, as my eyes went into the back of my head as the Asian put in work.
I could hear Ramirez snickering again.
“It’s her version of “loving you”, bro. You know, she “loves” to hate you.” He said as his head was turned the other way.
“Well I ain’t into that kind of love affair, especially with a two-bit loose object. She’s a damn nightmare.” I said as the issue still didn’t fade or lessen. I was still ‘hellbent’.
Ramirez signaled for the massage lady to pause momentarily. He positioned himself, sitting upright on the edge of the bed. Eyes wide as I remained where I was.
“Well my friend, it’s up to you to fix the situation. You, AB and Williams. It’s time to fix the problem at hand. Screw trying to be nice, Be gritty, be aggressive. She’ll learn to backdown.” Ramirez said, giving his slice of advice.
Getting up, he slipped into his shoes as he was now in his robe. The lady walked on off.
“Where you about to go?” I asked.
He pointed North towards the double doors.
“Bout’ to hit the spa. I got a big weekend bro. Gotta’ make sure these bones are fully rested. You however, need to realize that this industry is not all about being nice to people. I was naïve like you at one point, then I got tutored by the industry. It’s why I’m this way today. Learn from the best and you will be fine.”
He walked before pausing after only a couple of steps.
“Also, while you’re at it, relay to Keaton Saint this visual…”
Juan proceeded to displaying both of his hands before rolling them up, leaving on his middle finger up on both.
“Got the message?” Juan asked.
I nodded with quickness.
“Good, take care dude. I’ll see you soon!”
And just like that, he was off, headed to the spa room. I was still on the table, getting axed and softened by the massage lady. I couldn’t complain, she got most of the kinks out. She had an unusual method that worked.
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2/22/13 - 4:30 PM – Calgary, CA
It was two days before show time here in Calgary. Usually it would be me, Bailey and Williams but this time, it was solo. I needed some space. I needed to cleanse, even after getting the best massage of my life, I still was aching. This pain wasn’t just any ordinary pain. It was a sickening pain that annoyed the shit out of me. Last week’s Asylum would probably go down as the ‘craziest’ of the episodes of this year. I wouldn’t doubt it one bit. It was completely unseen and undetectable. All I can say, she got one in. Will it happen again? Never.
She opened up a bag of worms she’ll regret soon enough.
Ramirez was right in a sense, being good guy somehow always end up leaving you in last place while everyone else gets in front of you. He knows, he’s been through that phase of life. He’s been played before, it’s why he’s like he is this day. I ain’t mad at him one bit. Just the fact that my kindness is taken as a weakness. Aubrey knew it and it’s why it led her to major success last week with that stunt.
“Yes sir, how can I help you today?” The male desk clerk said with a big grin as he welcomed me into their hotel.
“Uhh, I need a room for three nights if that’s possible.”
The man logged into the system as he replied with a nod.
“I sure do. Room 224 is available and your name?”
“Jair Hopkins.” I replied as he entered it.
A beep occurred as he smiled . He bent down as he pulled out the chest of keys that were all labeled. Pulling out the one labeled “224”, he handed to me.
“Hope you have a good evening and a good stay here, Sir!”
I grinned.
“I surely hope so, Sir. So far, beautiful!”
Taking off, I walked towards the stairs to go up but to my right, there were a couple of young girls, in a circle. Their eyes traveled over towards me as I could sense their screams just aching to be let out.
While in their circle they tried not to look hard but I already knew what they were about. After all, I appreciate the fans. They’ve helped advertise me and my career, they support my ambitions. They want me to do great. I couldn’t deny them their obvious wants of an autograph.
Backing down the steps, I turned around as I closed the distance between myself and the three girls who broke apart as I got closer in.
“What can I do for you ladies today?”
They looked like they wanted to explode while remaining speechless.
“OH … MY …. GAHDDD!!!”
In unison, they yelled before jumping up and down in excitement.
“We’re your biggest fans here in Canada. I know you have a lot that say that.”
I nodded jokingly.
“Yeah, I do but I don’t mind it at all. I appreciate all the love given. The time, dedication in stalking hotels to see where I’ll be at. I just love to be loved. What can I do for you three?”
Their eyes were as if they were in wonderland or something. I don’t even think they heard me.
“Could you sign my tee-shirt?” She said, holding out a pink-colored “Sharpie”.
I nodded as I got the marker and proceeded to sign my signature on her shirt along with a “Much Love” added right underneath. Like a normal chick would when truly excited, she damn near jumped out of her shoes.
“Well I guess she’s a happy camper!” I laughed as the others did the same.
“Can we get three tickets to Sunday Night Asylum?” They asked, batting their eyes.
I paused, showing no emotion. Little did they know, I carried tickets with me just in case. It was always requested at times and rather than disappoint, I always had a few on me. I reached into my pockets, grabbing three, holding them out like that in the form of Eddie ‘Money’ Rooney.
“And I got … THREE tickets to par-a-dise….”
Their eyes widened seeing the three tickets in my hand. With some laughter from that stupid, repetitive song and commercial, they actually laughed at it as I gave them the tickets.
“Enjoy the show ladies!”
With that as my lasting words, I took off to my destination, up stairs.
“Good luck, Jair! We’ll be there in case that little bitch decides to show up again!”
I couldn’t help but laugh at that. I appreciated the confidence but I felt there was no one that was going to stop someone of that force unless it’s the security. Those three, they wouldn’t make it past the security to be honest.
Still, a good laugh going up the stairs.
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STICKY SITUATIONS: BAD TIMING
Hehehe ...
The Dying Breed d. The Pillars.
Why shouldn’t I be happy about that?
Why shouldn’t I be happy about beating the other top stable in APW, Asylum for a matter of fact. Why should I be frowning when TDB clearly made itself known with that trademark victory. We weren’t supposed to win that, but scissors beat paper every time. What was slated to be a ‘roll over’ was simply turned inside out as the ‘upset’ of the night in many people’s views. They see our talent as singles, but they ignored our force as a team.
Pillars did the same.
They took us for an ‘okie-doke’ and we simply gave them a shitty taste in their mouths. Especially Keaton, but I’ll refrain from stating my opinion on that. At the end of it all, TDB is now the acronym everyone is saying out their mouths. We’re fucking dope. We’re official.
Like LeBron said, “It’s about DAMN TIME!!!”
But with all of that good stuff, the great feeling of accomplishment, this look on my face is directly linked to what happened after.
Yeah…
The Asylum finally unleashed their little ‘leather shoe-chewing’ animal upon us. First Bailey with repeated chair shots, then William and last but not least, me. We all suffered her wrath. The viewers witnessed the devil in a pink dress. Fake mixed emotions occur and she wants everyone to feel her pain. This ain’t no fucking Oscar’s showcase. I actually had to sit calm and watch this scene over and over via playback. I was totally out of it, even with Spade questioning me in the back, I was out of it, but able to answer, knowing I felt the pain, a blur of her image, that was it.
I hope she know she done fucked up now.
Anthony and William injured and all, they had to hold me down from seeking for vengeance. Just know Aubrey, the day will come when ‘9-1-1’ will find you spread out in a trash dumpster alongside the city rats. I did nothing to you and you come and attack me and my crew? You put one of our own out for some weeks. How the fuck can you sleep at night?
I know, a rhetorical question but seriously, you know your image is shown. Your true colors are flaring loudly. No one will look to protect you when the time comes. You picked the wrong bunch of apples to try and eat. Simple as that! It took a bitch like you to ignite a flame I never wanted to see lit. Jason Kash came close with that Parking Lot Brawl but you’ve gone past that shit.
You’ve taken Jair Hopkins to a newer plateau level of hate with you Aubrey.
The sad thing here is that I’m not facing you in that ring. I’m going against the very man who I debuted against here in APW. Meltdown it was, my first show, my first time getting slammed from this guy and months later, he comes back, wanting to face off again.
Only this time, I consider it ‘bad timing’. Not on his part but because of all this on my brain. Yet, I have to be at my best to take on the near seven-footer. Last time it was pure luck, this time it will be legit and right now, it’s just bad news for Craven. I have to take this anger out immediately.
Slade, you’re a good man. You’ve done things the right way. I appreciate it. We both bow our heads again as this is the second meeting of more between us. What will happen in Calgary come Asylum, I’m not sure. I just know things are going to be ‘grand’. Slade will see like everyone else. Quiet as a mouse, deadly as a scorpion bite.
I know you’re fresh off from beating in the face of the annoyance that is, Stefan Raab. He will never learn as a grown man to hush his damn trap and let his actions speak. For him, he’s like the section on the Monopoly board … Collect your money and pass “Go”. You did it as others have and well it’s going to be the same this week as he takes against TJ. But enough of the other matches on the night, it’s me and you, Slade.
I wish you the best Craven. The mood I’m in, you’re really are going to need all of that, possibly even more. No disrespect, just giving you the ‘heads up’. I respect your game, Slade but this week, I’m going to have to make you out as my ‘message reply’.
Send.
Look inside my soul and you can find gold and maybe get rich
Look inside of your soul and you can find out it never exist
I can feel the changes
I can feel a new life
I always knew life can be dangerous
I can say that I like a challenge and you tell me it's painless
You don't know what pain is
How can I paint this picture
When the color blind is hanging with ya
“Bitch, Don't Kill My Vibe” – KENDRICK LAMAR
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2/20/13 - 12:15 PM – Manhattan, NY
Pain, lots of pain. From the neck down to the lower back, iced down with a few ice packs, neither really served as a solution but I was too much in pain to speak up.
“Right there, to the left though.”
Asians were best at back massages when in serious, serious pain. All I could think about, even in this moment was that attack by Aubrey, replaying in my head on demand.
It’s not the point she attacked me, it’s the point she used TDB as a frustration outlet. Was it because she took a boot to the ass and in the “L” column to Jason Kash or was it for different reasons. Even with a week gone, I still can’t answer that question.
She had a reason. Tears of fake, she had a reason. Chairshot to Bailey, toss Will and then ‘destructo’ to me. It’s alright, she got the attention of everyone in attendance and in the back. The only one that’s not shocked is her.
She knew what her plan was. Rid of the “threats”. Instead of doing it the legit way, she chooses to go ‘psycho’. That’s alright.
Fuck her.
“Man, she wrecked the hell out of your crew, homeboy!” Ramirez said as he included a laugh underneath. Spread out a foot or so away from where I was, getting the same deal, I happened to look over at him with a glare.
“Dog’, it’s not even funny, she just shitted over all of us. Bitch got serious problems, man. SERIOUS problems!” I said, as I could feel the veins popping out the back of my neck.
“Ugh…” The Asian groaned as she forced me to lie face down, instead of like I was.
“She wants that attention man. She needs that D’. She needs a doctor. She got too many needs. She ain’t right ‘up there’.” Ramirez said as he chuckled through it. He couldn’t stop.
He was so right with that. She needed help, something.
“I mean, I had women who were psycho, but that was only in between the sheets. What went down in the ring, totally blew my mind.”
It blew mines too after seeing just how much damage she applied. I mean she gave me two of her top signature blows including the finisher with the Koji Clutch. All of that and then tears.
“I just can’t figure it out!” I said, as my eyes went into the back of my head as the Asian put in work.
I could hear Ramirez snickering again.
“It’s her version of “loving you”, bro. You know, she “loves” to hate you.” He said as his head was turned the other way.
“Well I ain’t into that kind of love affair, especially with a two-bit loose object. She’s a damn nightmare.” I said as the issue still didn’t fade or lessen. I was still ‘hellbent’.
Ramirez signaled for the massage lady to pause momentarily. He positioned himself, sitting upright on the edge of the bed. Eyes wide as I remained where I was.
“Well my friend, it’s up to you to fix the situation. You, AB and Williams. It’s time to fix the problem at hand. Screw trying to be nice, Be gritty, be aggressive. She’ll learn to backdown.” Ramirez said, giving his slice of advice.
Getting up, he slipped into his shoes as he was now in his robe. The lady walked on off.
“Where you about to go?” I asked.
He pointed North towards the double doors.
“Bout’ to hit the spa. I got a big weekend bro. Gotta’ make sure these bones are fully rested. You however, need to realize that this industry is not all about being nice to people. I was naïve like you at one point, then I got tutored by the industry. It’s why I’m this way today. Learn from the best and you will be fine.”
He walked before pausing after only a couple of steps.
“Also, while you’re at it, relay to Keaton Saint this visual…”
Juan proceeded to displaying both of his hands before rolling them up, leaving on his middle finger up on both.
“Got the message?” Juan asked.
I nodded with quickness.
“Good, take care dude. I’ll see you soon!”
And just like that, he was off, headed to the spa room. I was still on the table, getting axed and softened by the massage lady. I couldn’t complain, she got most of the kinks out. She had an unusual method that worked.
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2/22/13 - 4:30 PM – Calgary, CA
It was two days before show time here in Calgary. Usually it would be me, Bailey and Williams but this time, it was solo. I needed some space. I needed to cleanse, even after getting the best massage of my life, I still was aching. This pain wasn’t just any ordinary pain. It was a sickening pain that annoyed the shit out of me. Last week’s Asylum would probably go down as the ‘craziest’ of the episodes of this year. I wouldn’t doubt it one bit. It was completely unseen and undetectable. All I can say, she got one in. Will it happen again? Never.
She opened up a bag of worms she’ll regret soon enough.
Ramirez was right in a sense, being good guy somehow always end up leaving you in last place while everyone else gets in front of you. He knows, he’s been through that phase of life. He’s been played before, it’s why he’s like he is this day. I ain’t mad at him one bit. Just the fact that my kindness is taken as a weakness. Aubrey knew it and it’s why it led her to major success last week with that stunt.
“Yes sir, how can I help you today?” The male desk clerk said with a big grin as he welcomed me into their hotel.
“Uhh, I need a room for three nights if that’s possible.”
The man logged into the system as he replied with a nod.
“I sure do. Room 224 is available and your name?”
“Jair Hopkins.” I replied as he entered it.
A beep occurred as he smiled . He bent down as he pulled out the chest of keys that were all labeled. Pulling out the one labeled “224”, he handed to me.
“Hope you have a good evening and a good stay here, Sir!”
I grinned.
“I surely hope so, Sir. So far, beautiful!”
Taking off, I walked towards the stairs to go up but to my right, there were a couple of young girls, in a circle. Their eyes traveled over towards me as I could sense their screams just aching to be let out.
While in their circle they tried not to look hard but I already knew what they were about. After all, I appreciate the fans. They’ve helped advertise me and my career, they support my ambitions. They want me to do great. I couldn’t deny them their obvious wants of an autograph.
Backing down the steps, I turned around as I closed the distance between myself and the three girls who broke apart as I got closer in.
“What can I do for you ladies today?”
They looked like they wanted to explode while remaining speechless.
“OH … MY …. GAHDDD!!!”
In unison, they yelled before jumping up and down in excitement.
“We’re your biggest fans here in Canada. I know you have a lot that say that.”
I nodded jokingly.
“Yeah, I do but I don’t mind it at all. I appreciate all the love given. The time, dedication in stalking hotels to see where I’ll be at. I just love to be loved. What can I do for you three?”
Their eyes were as if they were in wonderland or something. I don’t even think they heard me.
“Could you sign my tee-shirt?” She said, holding out a pink-colored “Sharpie”.
I nodded as I got the marker and proceeded to sign my signature on her shirt along with a “Much Love” added right underneath. Like a normal chick would when truly excited, she damn near jumped out of her shoes.
“Well I guess she’s a happy camper!” I laughed as the others did the same.
“Can we get three tickets to Sunday Night Asylum?” They asked, batting their eyes.
I paused, showing no emotion. Little did they know, I carried tickets with me just in case. It was always requested at times and rather than disappoint, I always had a few on me. I reached into my pockets, grabbing three, holding them out like that in the form of Eddie ‘Money’ Rooney.
“And I got … THREE tickets to par-a-dise….”
Their eyes widened seeing the three tickets in my hand. With some laughter from that stupid, repetitive song and commercial, they actually laughed at it as I gave them the tickets.
“Enjoy the show ladies!”
With that as my lasting words, I took off to my destination, up stairs.
“Good luck, Jair! We’ll be there in case that little bitch decides to show up again!”
I couldn’t help but laugh at that. I appreciated the confidence but I felt there was no one that was going to stop someone of that force unless it’s the security. Those three, they wouldn’t make it past the security to be honest.
Still, a good laugh going up the stairs.
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STICKY SITUATIONS: BAD TIMING
Hehehe ...
The Dying Breed d. The Pillars.
Why shouldn’t I be happy about that?
Why shouldn’t I be happy about beating the other top stable in APW, Asylum for a matter of fact. Why should I be frowning when TDB clearly made itself known with that trademark victory. We weren’t supposed to win that, but scissors beat paper every time. What was slated to be a ‘roll over’ was simply turned inside out as the ‘upset’ of the night in many people’s views. They see our talent as singles, but they ignored our force as a team.
Pillars did the same.
They took us for an ‘okie-doke’ and we simply gave them a shitty taste in their mouths. Especially Keaton, but I’ll refrain from stating my opinion on that. At the end of it all, TDB is now the acronym everyone is saying out their mouths. We’re fucking dope. We’re official.
Like LeBron said, “It’s about DAMN TIME!!!”
But with all of that good stuff, the great feeling of accomplishment, this look on my face is directly linked to what happened after.
Yeah…
The Asylum finally unleashed their little ‘leather shoe-chewing’ animal upon us. First Bailey with repeated chair shots, then William and last but not least, me. We all suffered her wrath. The viewers witnessed the devil in a pink dress. Fake mixed emotions occur and she wants everyone to feel her pain. This ain’t no fucking Oscar’s showcase. I actually had to sit calm and watch this scene over and over via playback. I was totally out of it, even with Spade questioning me in the back, I was out of it, but able to answer, knowing I felt the pain, a blur of her image, that was it.
I hope she know she done fucked up now.
Anthony and William injured and all, they had to hold me down from seeking for vengeance. Just know Aubrey, the day will come when ‘9-1-1’ will find you spread out in a trash dumpster alongside the city rats. I did nothing to you and you come and attack me and my crew? You put one of our own out for some weeks. How the fuck can you sleep at night?
I know, a rhetorical question but seriously, you know your image is shown. Your true colors are flaring loudly. No one will look to protect you when the time comes. You picked the wrong bunch of apples to try and eat. Simple as that! It took a bitch like you to ignite a flame I never wanted to see lit. Jason Kash came close with that Parking Lot Brawl but you’ve gone past that shit.
You’ve taken Jair Hopkins to a newer plateau level of hate with you Aubrey.
The sad thing here is that I’m not facing you in that ring. I’m going against the very man who I debuted against here in APW. Meltdown it was, my first show, my first time getting slammed from this guy and months later, he comes back, wanting to face off again.
Only this time, I consider it ‘bad timing’. Not on his part but because of all this on my brain. Yet, I have to be at my best to take on the near seven-footer. Last time it was pure luck, this time it will be legit and right now, it’s just bad news for Craven. I have to take this anger out immediately.
Slade, you’re a good man. You’ve done things the right way. I appreciate it. We both bow our heads again as this is the second meeting of more between us. What will happen in Calgary come Asylum, I’m not sure. I just know things are going to be ‘grand’. Slade will see like everyone else. Quiet as a mouse, deadly as a scorpion bite.
I know you’re fresh off from beating in the face of the annoyance that is, Stefan Raab. He will never learn as a grown man to hush his damn trap and let his actions speak. For him, he’s like the section on the Monopoly board … Collect your money and pass “Go”. You did it as others have and well it’s going to be the same this week as he takes against TJ. But enough of the other matches on the night, it’s me and you, Slade.
I wish you the best Craven. The mood I’m in, you’re really are going to need all of that, possibly even more. No disrespect, just giving you the ‘heads up’. I respect your game, Slade but this week, I’m going to have to make you out as my ‘message reply’.
Send.
