Just Let It Go, Logan ... Let It Be!

[J-Hop]

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[[ • ]] ATOP THE THRONE [[ • ]]
-- I’M YOUR BURNING DESIRE --
vs. Logan Alexander

“Oh! Move over, Rover
and let J-Hop take over!”

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Mission ... Accomplished!

One can never get tired of the feeling of being a champion. I’ve luckily got the opportunity to feel that twice in my young career. Learning, grasping the ropes, the knowledge ... it has allowed me to mesh into the game well. Take for instance that tag title triple threat match and the many, many, many momentum swings within that match. Anyone could have grabbed the victory. I pushed myself for my team, to show Bailey and both William that I would never sit-in because of some fractured ribs.

I’ve never felt that feeling of being on the ‘biggest stage of them all’. I’ve never captured that feel until the twenty-fourth of March. Two weeks ago. I was ‘lost’ in that match for a moment. Seeing Anthony take over like that inspired me to do all I can to get this match in TDB’s hands. It was moments where it felt like if I do this, I might not make it through the rest of the way. I might fall, splatter, etcetera. In the end, that passion, the fire, the chemistry between us allowed for another run at the end, which Anthony put the icing on the two-tower cake.

Thanks Ant ... You’re the best!

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brooklyn, new york -- mar. 30 2013


The ability to smile while knowing half of your body feels caved in, yet you can sit comfy and eat a bowl of popcorn while watching the latest SportsCenter, you know life is good. You know that your ‘well-deserved’ break is here finally and you can rest-up. What went down that night was simply “spectacular”, a six-star match if there was ever such rating. It was beyond five that’s for sure. Beating both teams of Kane, Evans and “M&M”, it was damn near equal to letting that aggravating load out while on the throne in peace.

Refreshing would be the one word to sum it all up.

I was in nothing but a white towel that was wrapped securely around my waist as I was bare-chested and with a ‘USA’-themed bandana on. I looked like a male version of Erykah Badu with the incense burning and tea inside of my Stewie Griffin mug, that sat on the coffee table.

“Could this day get any better?” I asked myself as I had a smile from ‘ear to ear’.

In what was a question to myself, somehow that question got answered by the banging of one’s fist on the door. My eyes rolled as I didn’t expect anything to come or react off of that question. Struggling to get out of my resting position off the couch, I got up, not daring to change anything of what I had on. I went over to the door, looking out of the peephole.

“Karin???”

I opened the door hastingly as I wondered why she would be here. She hadn’t been here since she left her good-bye’s in that hospital room. Karin was the last person I expected to see pop up at my door. She jetted right in with her head down as she turned around, standing straight and tall like at “Attention”. Her eyes strolled down, up, and back down.

“That’s how you choose to welcome me back in?” She said, giggling a bit.

“No Karin, I was just trying to enjoy a nice soothing, relaxation on the couch. You pop up are smiling. What do you want?” I spoke, sharing a lot of animosity.

“Wow! It’s like that?” She asked, throwing her hands up. “I’m sorry for what I did, not being by your side. I do feel bad for that unfortunate situation. I had to depart. I had to give you your space. I thought you accepted it well! Why so mad?” She said as she tried to remain true with her facial expression.

I shook my head, tossing out the apologetic entry. She didn’t have to depart. She left my laying at bedside in that hospital and all was never the same.

“Why am I mad? You chose to split when I was in need of comfort. I never expected you to put your body at risk for my safety. It wasn’t required. I get canned and all of a sudden you want to break and run off on your own. That wasn’t cool, slim! But it’s whatever, I’ve moved on since...”

She said nothing. Her face just looked as if it was melting.

“Well I am sorry! It was at the spur of the moment, I had to do it. You moved on, that’s fine, I wish you well. I really just chose to stop by to congratulate you on all your success thus far and I hope you continue on down that road. I’ll just ... I’ll just go ahead and leave now.”

Stuttering mid sentence, she sped out of my door with her head down like when she entered. I looked at her strange, part of me feeling bad and the other half in a “IDGAF!” mode.

“Bye, baby!” was my last words as she was long gone. I put my right hand up, saying a goodbye to my first love that I thought would be everlasting. Oh well ...

Closing the door, I took a deep sigh of relief as I closed my eyes briefly before re-opening them. I walked on over back to the couch before a ‘cracking’ noise was heard. Again it was heard as I looked to the sliding window where small pebbles of rocks were being thrown. I raised my left eyebrow, wondering just who the hell could be throwing rocks. My eyes widened as I looked down at the concrete sidewalk below.

“Karin? Seriously, you’re rock-throwing. Not the time to go and start shit now!”

You can hear her voice crumble on attempt to speak. Her eye shadow and make-up creating a mess on her face.

“Take me back, PLEASE!!! I never mean’t to leave you like that. I’M SORRYYYY!!!”

I took yet another deep sigh as this was her next move, a desperation attempt to get me to sink to her bait. I may have looked like a fool with what I had on but I was far from being one.

“You’re making yourself look nothing more than an obsessed fool. It’s over, the decision was final. You moved on, so have I. Live with it!”

Like that, I shut the window back to it’s closed position, pushing it in the left direction. Both hands covered my face as I wiped off the attempts made by Karin. We were an ‘item’ until that point. It was ever since that Parking Lot brawl, she became an ‘attention-grabber’ to my opponents to get to me on a personal level. She wanted none of it and rather than return home and do her thing, she chose to break the stick between us in a hospital room. There was no way that image, the words could escape from my personal vault-keeper.

“She knows me better than that! She know she can’t win something back after selling it!”

But it didn’t stop her from trying. I walked away from the window as I could hear her yell my name out from the sidewalk as strangers walked by witnessing the situation. I had no time for that kind of drama.

I was living in my ‘happy place’ finally!



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Title: “What’s Left Of The Remains”



To be honest, I really feel like shit, but outside of the hurt, I got a smile, I got a smile on my face because I look at the long road I have traveled to get to this very point. I know to some, winning tag titles is nothing to be happy about. Some would say it just shows how much you depend on a person to have your back instead of fighting your own battles. It’s an act of being a “bitch” to make it clear.

I don’t see it that way, I deny seeing it in that meaning. Being a tag team and stepping up the ladder, it shows how two people can get along. There’s bumps in the road but the feel of knowing you achieved something together with great effort, winning those titles mean everything. Establishing this relationship means everything.

Now, I won’t lie, coming from where I come from. Depending on someone to have your back will leave you open to get put down with ease. You always had to look behind your back with every step, you had to hold your own every time you came out of the door. You never depended on one to come and randomly save you from harm. Coming into APW, I didn’t expect to be here because of that. Thanks to seeing Bailey backstage that day, sitting to himself as he saw a ‘lost’ Jair enter an arena, looking around in circles, he made those habits go away for a while.

Don’t think for a minute that I will leave down my guard. I don’t look for Bailey to be there for every problem, every situation that occurs to save or rescue. Like the Asylum before Rasslemania IX, I let my eyes wander off and only onto the sights of Aubrey and didn’t even expect, didn’t get a ‘Spidey-Tingling’ sensation crawling down my back that when I entered that parking garage. I didn’t think Logan Alexander would recover with speed that quick to find a spot to hide and take me out. I didn’t expect to be speared to the cold, concrete floor with a red pool rolling in ‘single-file’ down the slanted rampway. After all of that, I never expected for William and Anthony to find me in that parking garage, laying lifeless.

Before TDB, before knowing Anthony, I was a lone ranger, I walked alone even into dangerous territories. Even though I still have those habits, I’ve learned now that it’s better to enter a wild jungle with ‘extra eyes’. Tag team is not for everybody, especially ‘wild hook-ups’ with a known enemy or such, it’s a much harder experience to swallow.

Some may actually look at me weird with what I’m about to say. As much trouble as she has caused, I sort of feel bad for Aubrey. If only you could have seen her face at the end of the show. She sat by herself, all alone, although having her Suicidal title, she got ‘maxed out’ on her time as tag team champion. She never really experienced the feeling of losing in this fashion. You know, doing all of what she did to make sure we wouldn’t secure the victory against her and Logan only to see it all backfire thanks to Kane and Kaylyn being “thorns”. Sure, she’d deny this in a moment but I kind of felt bad for her for a ‘hot’ second. Then after that second ...

I laughed underneath this straight-face.

She deserved to feel pain. She deserved to lose those titles. After all, she ignited the fire. She ignited the reason for me wanting to literally ‘chop’ her damn head right off her petite body. Attacking my family, myself and all to prove some weird point that she was the alpha-female. We knew who she was already, we knew she had a tall ceiling, she was a star. But obviously, she wanted us to know she was ‘nothing to mess with’.

[Snickers...]

Christian Kane and Kaylyn only wanted to take care of Aubrey and Logan. They didn’t even care about me and Anthony. They wanted Aubrey. Kaylyn wanted Aubrey, badly and this week, she gets that wish. While that will be an entertaining battle of women pulling each other’s hair ... I’m looking forward to taking down Logan. I’m looking forward to watching Bailey and Williams take out Kash and Reaver. I look forward to The Dying Breed planting its flag on the top of Asylum this week.

I like this match between us Logan. It allows us two men to get some form of payback. You trying to rebound from that loss at Rasslemania and for me, I just want to beat the shit out of you. You know, make you feel what I felt when you decided to grow a Shark nose and spear the holy fuck out of me, out of nowhere.

My ribs say “Thank You!” by the way, Mr. Alexander.

I know both Anthony and Williams can’t come down nor can Aubrey roll down at ringside. It’s just you ‘mano e mano’. I’m going to make you feel even more bitter. I know, you did it to protect Aubrey. That’s your role, you’re her protector. Anyone who goes after her, you protect her. Yet you fail to understand the ‘problems’ she create. Will you be there to save her later in the night or are you going to take the ‘training wheels’ off her bike and let her face a ‘seething’ Kaylyn all to herself? You’re going to take out Christian Kane after he gets depleted by Phil Atken just to make sure he doesn’t show his face in Kaylyn’s corner?

I just hope you prepare yourself, man. I’ve gradually healed over those nice, peaceful two weeks. I still feel pain, it’s not one hundred percent but I’m much better than I was at Rasslemania. My speed, my athleticism is going to be a hassle for you to try and slow down and stop. I’m going to be something you cannot control, that little weapon you want to use so badly but can’t stand the firepower it possess.

I wish you well ‘old man’, but there will be no “Sharky’s Revenge” come our match in Uraguay. I know you’ll aim for my ribs. I’m actually prepped for that situation. I’ll still appreciate the attempt of you trying to outdo me with your above-average technical prowess but unfortunately, your time is up.