Post by J-Hop on May 19, 2013 16:32:29 GMT -4
“LIFE SUPPORT”
Finding My Way
“Hello, (Hello ... Hello)”
[ Silence ]
“..Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone at home...”
[ Still nothing is heard ... ]
Doctor: “Come on! Give me some more juice!”
[ A Defibrillator is heard stamping onto the body of one ... ]
Assistant: “I don’t see anything happening, Sir!”
Doctor: “More juice, I’m not giving up! He’s not dying on my watch!”
[ Steps of a repeating process, pumped to a few more levels. ]
“..Come on ... now
I hear you're feeling ... down...”
Assistant: “I don’t think he’s making a comeback, Sir!”
[ Sniffles are heard as the moment was silent. ]
Doctor: “Shit! Alright, write down on that chart, time of death is at 6:25 AM.”
_---- ~^-_-~^-~~^-_-~^-♥
[ Coughing is heard out of nowhere. ]
Doctor: “Waiiittt!! We got something! C’mon you son of a bitch, come back ... come back!”
[ More coughing as the once lifeless soul had been revived. Clapping hands were heard. ]
Assistant: “Good job, Doc! You saved him!”
“..I can ease your pain
And get you on your feet again...”
Doctor: “Welcome back, buddy!”
Lyrics by Pink Floyd's "Comfortably Numb"
-----------------------------
MAY 7TH 2013 -- SAO PAULO, BRAZIL | 11:30 AM | HOSPITAL SIRIO LIBANES
“Thanks for scaring the living crap out of us, Jair!”
Waking up finally, Jair eyes widened as he was surrounded by his family, Anthony Bailey, William D. Williams, Lya Sanchez and Shawn Rosenthal who stared down at his phone furiously, typing as well. Hopkins blinked numerous times.
“The doctors told us you almost didn’t make it. Why would you do such a thing like this?” Bailey again spoke as it was dead-quiet in the room. Jair remained quiet, finding himself not able to even answer Bailey’s question at the moment.
“I let stress and my emotions take over.” It was all Hopkins could mumble out as he tried to find himself.
“We almost lost our best friend ... forever. That doesn’t even sound right coming out of my mouth, Jair. Whatever you do, please don’t do this again!” Bailey said, with his voice almost cracking emotionally.
Shawn Rosenthal had finally stopped typing on his phone as he placed it away.
“A lot of folks responded to the news with both positive and negative comments. I’m sure you can filter out the right folks, but you cannot go and let people’s opinions force you into submission.” Rosenthal said as he took a swig out of his bottle of Dasani water that sat right beside him.
“But not to worry, Jair. Once you are released and come next week, you will serve thirty days in rehab, just to make sure all is well with you. Don’t worry, you’re cleared to continue your schedule for the Meltdown Supershow and other APW activities. It’s a requirement.”
Hopkins face looked as if he just heard the worst kind of news as his face turned awry, reacting to the news of having to attend a 30-day rehab program. He reluctantly shook his head.
“I ca--I’m fine, really, I am. I’m not in need of rehab. Shawn, the only person who needs rehab is Aubrey ‘Jiggleneck’ Parker. She’s the only one. Not me. Rehab? Really? Me, rehab? ... Rehab?” Hopkins said doing his best to channel the reaction of famed NFL coach, Jim Mora Sr with the memorable remark.
Everyone got a kick out of Hopkin’s answer as he wasn’t too excited about it.
“Sir, do he really need to go? He seems fine from what we see right now.” Bailey asked as he directed the question at Shawn.
He rose his shoulder mid-air with a shrug. “It wasn’t issued by me. I’m just following by the rules and I’m hoping my client does the same and do the quick-thirty and be out of there. As said, he’ll still compete, but he needs to serve a month.”
“Well Jair, looks like you get both good news and a bit of bad news but don’t worry bro’ ... We’ll make up for it come the 20th. We got time.”
A deep sigh escapes as Jair aims his head down, looking ashamed.
“It’s all my fault for being here. Shawn, is there a hour-time deal for me to stay, like is it 9 to 5?” Hopkins asked, trying to milk all the information out of his agent.
“From my records, you do a certain amount of time and then you are free to go home. They provide you with a ride home and a ride to the facility. You aren’t repetitive, so you don’t have to reside in the building.” Rosenthal said, replying as Hopkins looked semi-relieved.
“Alright, I can do this! I won’t let you down. I won’t allow myself to.”
Rosenthal got up, grabbing his bottle of water as he looked at everyone in the room.
“Well folks, I must run. I wish you all luck at the show. Jair, glad to have you back, man! Take care all!”
As Rosenthal exited the room, Jair looked at the clock in front of him, center on the wall.
“When am I supposed to be released?” Hopkins asked as they glared at their watches.
“They said in a few, don’t hold a clue to when that will be.” Williams spoke as he glared outside of the door.
“I hope soon, I want outta’ here!”
MAY 13TH 2013 -- NEW YORK, NEW YORK | 1:30 PM | HAZELDEN REHAB CENTER
Being released from the hospital on the seventh after what was speculated to be a few minutes turned into an hour. Being sent home as his friends wished him well for the week, Jair waited at home until that following Monday. D-Day, day number one for Jair as he would start a whole new life for thirty days. Thirty days at a rehabilitation center for drug use and alcohol, a very fine one in Hazelden which was the one Jair’s agent ordered for him to attend.
So many people, so many problems ranging from the simpleness of drinking and drugs to that of being an addict and to the extreme of suicidal attempts, raging behaviors and potential homicides. For Jair, even though it was in the act of overdose which was in the category of suicidal tendencies, it wasn’t consistent and that was why they wanted him to attend. To learn, to choose other alternatives, to stay away from this side of life. After introduction, brief orientation with the other new admission, he was now enlisted.
“Twenty-nine more days ... Twenty-nine more days!” Hopkins repeated to himself as he sat to the far left table in the rear of the luncheon room.
Opposite end of the table, he was paired with one of the residents of the facility. Jair was silent, keen of everyone’s motion, not wanting to really conversate about much. The man across from him looked at Jair as he picked at the food given to him. Slices of ham with a side of mashed potatoes and a section of vegetables. He looked at Jair as he Jair remained quiet.
“Hey youngin’ ... you’ve been silent since I got here to the table. What you doing in here?” The man asked as he took a forkful in his mouth before staring at Jair, waiting for a response.
“Stress, man. A lot of it. Overdosing on antidepressants that almost put me down forever. All because of people’s opinions and the negative vibe, letting it get to me.” Hopkins said with a slight roll of his eyes as he looked back at his food.
The man nodded as he continued to eat. He dropped his fork to itch his right arm aggressively. As he itched, the sleeve of the shirt rised and Hopkins eyes looked down, not wanting to see the man’s arm that was full of lines as he itched aggressively. He quickly switched to the left arm as it looked even worse than the right. It transferred right to his neck as he couldn’t stop scratching and digging.
“Stress huh? See all of this? I was once a legal consultant for a firm before losing it all. My house, my money, my kids. All because of my wife. I couldn’t even afford to piss straight! I went right to the bottle, as getting high was my new daily job. Rose from the liquor to the real shit, drugs, heroin, cocaine, the full package. Now I’m here ... five years of rehab, still struggling to live right. All because of one woman.”
“Yeah...” Hopkins said as his eyes stayed away from the horror visuals. “A woman is involved in all of this too but I don’t think I could ever fall into your situation.” Hopkins said, finishing up as the man lowered his sleeves.
“You may not be in my shoes, my situation, but it seems whoever she is, got you to cheat death and obviously be put here in this ... place.” He said, returning to his meal.
“You’re young, full of life, goals that need to be achieved. You don’t need to be in places like these. Never let a woman run you. The day she do, it is all over. Conniving, two-faced ‘tricks’ are the worst. They’ll smile with you and then turn on you soon as you give them your back. You let the woman get under your skin and to your brain. She’s going to continue until you find a way to stop her.”
The man, speaking true words of wisdom. He had the years and experience. It was only wise for Jair to take some of it to heed for the future. Hopkins nodded.
“That’s what I need to do. She’s smart and offensive, but she lacks defense. I got one last attempt and with it, I hope to achieve.”
The man looked at Hopkins with a glare of confusion as he had no clue what he was rambling about. He continued to eat.
“I have no clue and don’t want to have a clue of what the hell you’re squawking about but it’s whatever. I gave you some notes, take it or leave it.”
“No, no, no ... I appreciate the words of wisdom. It’s a difficult situation so for you to not understand, not a problem. I just know I have the chance to have closure in a week.”
Hopkins, speaking of what would be as closure come the next following Monday, the Meltdown Supershow as he would have a chance at closure with successfully defending the titles he and Anthony Bailey share with the Tag Titles and the chance to rid of one of the great mixed tag teams of the company’s existence in “M&M”. He knew the man didn’t know, but with what was said, Hopkins learned a thing or two.
The automated bell rung, almost like in a school hall. Time for lunch had begun as it quickly ended with the ringing of the bell. Hopkins didn’t even bother to eat his food as he tossed it carelessly into the garbage can where everyone else’s tray went. The man extended his arm for a handshake as Hopkins looked at it. He ‘bumped knuckles’ instead as Hopkins made his way back to previous spot which was considered like the living room in the section he was previously at before lunch.
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MAY 18TH 2013 -- SANTIAGO, CHILE | 3:30 PM
Jair Hopkins: I know you'd like to thank’ your shit don't stank’ ...
Quick pause.
Jair Hopkins: But lean a little bit closer...See that rose really smell like poo-oo-ooo ...
Reciting the lyrics to Outkast’s “Roses”, as the song related to the current situation and dilemma that surrounded him and his team. As he sat in the park in one of the many wooden bench seats. It was the Western side of Santiago, the capital of Chile. It wasn’t the best looking part of Santiago, but it was good enough. From a long, rough week in the Hazelden Rehab Center in New York, the week went quickly the way Hopkins ‘prayed’ for as he now found himself a few days away from combat in what would be yet again, the biggest challenge of his young career. Not was it just about keeping the APW Tag Titles, No, it was now about working to win in order to stay together. Whoever who end up losing would therefore in a sense, “retire” as a team in the division for good.
Jair Hopkins: It comes down to this, huh? All on the line. A million on red? All or nothing? I know Aubrey, I bet you wished the doctors had just pulled the plug, didn’t you? I know after that news post went out, you had a smile for days. You felt that victory was flirting with the tip of your tongue? I know Aubrey, you don’t have to lie. You can’t stand me and bitch ... I can’t stand you. It’s a relationship that has led us to where we stand right now. Days away from finishing this war that you of course started.
Hopkins smirked.
Jair Hopkins: You know how they say it. Don’t start nothing you can’t finish. Aubrey, you’ve put Logan in another difficult position to fail. It’s bad enough he don’t like some of your decisions you choose to make. Now you look to want to destroy the man’s career? How do you feel knowing that this could be your last time side by side Logan. Everyone knows he’s your guardian and protector. Everyone knows that you come to him when you’re in trouble. See, I was naive at first. I underestimated Logan’s strength. After that spear in the parking lot, after that match at Rasslemania and after that four-way bout last week for the last spot in the Tap Out Gauntlet, I’ve learned a lot about Mister Logan Alexander. He’s going to be gassed coming into Meltdown. Your chance at redemption is going to fail because of it. You want these titles sooo bad, you’ll do anything and everything to try and get it back.
Jair Hopkins: Like... the Suicidal Title match. You somehow, someway got Kane to be in that match and make it a three-way or really a two-on-one against Kaylyn. You can’t beat her yourself Aubrey, so you bring Kane in to do your ‘heavy work’. Yeah I get it, if Kane wins, you’re in his arms. If and when Logan costs you your chance to take home these ... tag belts, you’ll dump him like a load of rocks. A certified ‘gold digging tramp’ you are Aubrey. You’ve been hopping back and forth like a game of Hopscotch.
Jair Hopkins: You’re saying to yourself that ‘Jair Hopkins’ isn’t going to be at his best. He’s fresh from the hospital and a week of rehab sessions. His mind can’t be focused on this match. He’s going to downright lose those titles and TDB will die a quick death.
Hopkins drops his head, shaking it while smiling.
Jair Hopkins: I’ve let you get to me too many times. You and the other bandmates who like to follow your lead. The opinions, they got to me. I’m not afraid to admit it. Ever since I stepped through these damn doors, I’ve put my best foot forward to be amongst the best that reside on Asylum, Overdrive and even Meltdown. Sure, I’m still young to the game but the least you could do is give me a shade of respect. People like you Aubrey, you always look for the easy way, for you, that’s opening your legs to the ‘highest bidder’. Sure, you got serious talent, you’ve done alot in your time here, but you’re not overly recognized for it. You’re recognized for being the bitch named “Burger Queen” because you get everything you want, your way. You rarely look to fight the good fight. You just continue to scheme for another way to exit. It’s cool though Aubrey, it’s real cool! It’s cool you got Logan tied around your finger, and when you pull for him, he comes running to protect you. He’ll learn sooner or later, young or old, he will learn.
Jair Hopkins: Past several weeks, months even, the word “shadow” has been thrown around quite a lot, towards me and my band of brothers. Everyone saying that I’m being held back by Bailey and Williams. I’ve tried to ignore it but every time I ignore, the word is thrown around more and more. I’ve quite grown tired of it. No one is holding anyone back. I’ve told Anthony plenty of times, all three of us is growing into young icons, especially Bailey, a former World Title holder. They see me and William as ‘The Pips’ to Gladys Knight or us as the Heartbeats to Michael Ruffin. I mean seriously what the fuck, man. Critics can go join the haters in my “IDGAF” category...
Jair Hopkins: All your accolades Aubrey, starting from day one in Meltdown. You’ll have to live with looking back and looking at yourself current and just wonder where it all went wrong. You were a sweet girl that even I adored at a point and time when you were starting up in Meltdown. I saw you as the next big thing. Months passed and things changed. Your attitude, your style, you gave up on being a hero for many women who’s looking for that ‘role model’ in their lives. You wanted to be braggadocious and just a down-right cunt. I used to respect you Aubrey, but that shit flew out the window the day you decided to go ‘Psycho Annie’ and start up a social media warfare with that behind the back attack on TDB. Damn near killing Bailey with that chair, pulverizing me and spraining the arm of Williams. Logan’s going to leave you when all is said and done. Enjoy your last days of ‘togetherness’, you crazy, stupid, lost, deceiving bitch.
Finding My Way
“Hello, (Hello ... Hello)”
[ Silence ]
“..Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone at home...”
[ Still nothing is heard ... ]
Doctor: “Come on! Give me some more juice!”
[ A Defibrillator is heard stamping onto the body of one ... ]
Assistant: “I don’t see anything happening, Sir!”
Doctor: “More juice, I’m not giving up! He’s not dying on my watch!”
[ Steps of a repeating process, pumped to a few more levels. ]
“..Come on ... now
I hear you're feeling ... down...”
Assistant: “I don’t think he’s making a comeback, Sir!”
[ Sniffles are heard as the moment was silent. ]
Doctor: “Shit! Alright, write down on that chart, time of death is at 6:25 AM.”
_---- ~^-_-~^-~~^-_-~^-♥
[ Coughing is heard out of nowhere. ]
Doctor: “Waiiittt!! We got something! C’mon you son of a bitch, come back ... come back!”
[ More coughing as the once lifeless soul had been revived. Clapping hands were heard. ]
Assistant: “Good job, Doc! You saved him!”
“..I can ease your pain
And get you on your feet again...”
Doctor: “Welcome back, buddy!”
Lyrics by Pink Floyd's "Comfortably Numb"
-----------------------------
MAY 7TH 2013 -- SAO PAULO, BRAZIL | 11:30 AM | HOSPITAL SIRIO LIBANES
“Thanks for scaring the living crap out of us, Jair!”
Waking up finally, Jair eyes widened as he was surrounded by his family, Anthony Bailey, William D. Williams, Lya Sanchez and Shawn Rosenthal who stared down at his phone furiously, typing as well. Hopkins blinked numerous times.
“The doctors told us you almost didn’t make it. Why would you do such a thing like this?” Bailey again spoke as it was dead-quiet in the room. Jair remained quiet, finding himself not able to even answer Bailey’s question at the moment.
“I let stress and my emotions take over.” It was all Hopkins could mumble out as he tried to find himself.
“We almost lost our best friend ... forever. That doesn’t even sound right coming out of my mouth, Jair. Whatever you do, please don’t do this again!” Bailey said, with his voice almost cracking emotionally.
Shawn Rosenthal had finally stopped typing on his phone as he placed it away.
“A lot of folks responded to the news with both positive and negative comments. I’m sure you can filter out the right folks, but you cannot go and let people’s opinions force you into submission.” Rosenthal said as he took a swig out of his bottle of Dasani water that sat right beside him.
“But not to worry, Jair. Once you are released and come next week, you will serve thirty days in rehab, just to make sure all is well with you. Don’t worry, you’re cleared to continue your schedule for the Meltdown Supershow and other APW activities. It’s a requirement.”
Hopkins face looked as if he just heard the worst kind of news as his face turned awry, reacting to the news of having to attend a 30-day rehab program. He reluctantly shook his head.
“I ca--I’m fine, really, I am. I’m not in need of rehab. Shawn, the only person who needs rehab is Aubrey ‘Jiggleneck’ Parker. She’s the only one. Not me. Rehab? Really? Me, rehab? ... Rehab?” Hopkins said doing his best to channel the reaction of famed NFL coach, Jim Mora Sr with the memorable remark.
Everyone got a kick out of Hopkin’s answer as he wasn’t too excited about it.
“Sir, do he really need to go? He seems fine from what we see right now.” Bailey asked as he directed the question at Shawn.
He rose his shoulder mid-air with a shrug. “It wasn’t issued by me. I’m just following by the rules and I’m hoping my client does the same and do the quick-thirty and be out of there. As said, he’ll still compete, but he needs to serve a month.”
“Well Jair, looks like you get both good news and a bit of bad news but don’t worry bro’ ... We’ll make up for it come the 20th. We got time.”
A deep sigh escapes as Jair aims his head down, looking ashamed.
“It’s all my fault for being here. Shawn, is there a hour-time deal for me to stay, like is it 9 to 5?” Hopkins asked, trying to milk all the information out of his agent.
“From my records, you do a certain amount of time and then you are free to go home. They provide you with a ride home and a ride to the facility. You aren’t repetitive, so you don’t have to reside in the building.” Rosenthal said, replying as Hopkins looked semi-relieved.
“Alright, I can do this! I won’t let you down. I won’t allow myself to.”
Rosenthal got up, grabbing his bottle of water as he looked at everyone in the room.
“Well folks, I must run. I wish you all luck at the show. Jair, glad to have you back, man! Take care all!”
As Rosenthal exited the room, Jair looked at the clock in front of him, center on the wall.
“When am I supposed to be released?” Hopkins asked as they glared at their watches.
“They said in a few, don’t hold a clue to when that will be.” Williams spoke as he glared outside of the door.
“I hope soon, I want outta’ here!”
MAY 13TH 2013 -- NEW YORK, NEW YORK | 1:30 PM | HAZELDEN REHAB CENTER
Being released from the hospital on the seventh after what was speculated to be a few minutes turned into an hour. Being sent home as his friends wished him well for the week, Jair waited at home until that following Monday. D-Day, day number one for Jair as he would start a whole new life for thirty days. Thirty days at a rehabilitation center for drug use and alcohol, a very fine one in Hazelden which was the one Jair’s agent ordered for him to attend.
So many people, so many problems ranging from the simpleness of drinking and drugs to that of being an addict and to the extreme of suicidal attempts, raging behaviors and potential homicides. For Jair, even though it was in the act of overdose which was in the category of suicidal tendencies, it wasn’t consistent and that was why they wanted him to attend. To learn, to choose other alternatives, to stay away from this side of life. After introduction, brief orientation with the other new admission, he was now enlisted.
“Twenty-nine more days ... Twenty-nine more days!” Hopkins repeated to himself as he sat to the far left table in the rear of the luncheon room.
Opposite end of the table, he was paired with one of the residents of the facility. Jair was silent, keen of everyone’s motion, not wanting to really conversate about much. The man across from him looked at Jair as he picked at the food given to him. Slices of ham with a side of mashed potatoes and a section of vegetables. He looked at Jair as he Jair remained quiet.
“Hey youngin’ ... you’ve been silent since I got here to the table. What you doing in here?” The man asked as he took a forkful in his mouth before staring at Jair, waiting for a response.
“Stress, man. A lot of it. Overdosing on antidepressants that almost put me down forever. All because of people’s opinions and the negative vibe, letting it get to me.” Hopkins said with a slight roll of his eyes as he looked back at his food.
The man nodded as he continued to eat. He dropped his fork to itch his right arm aggressively. As he itched, the sleeve of the shirt rised and Hopkins eyes looked down, not wanting to see the man’s arm that was full of lines as he itched aggressively. He quickly switched to the left arm as it looked even worse than the right. It transferred right to his neck as he couldn’t stop scratching and digging.
“Stress huh? See all of this? I was once a legal consultant for a firm before losing it all. My house, my money, my kids. All because of my wife. I couldn’t even afford to piss straight! I went right to the bottle, as getting high was my new daily job. Rose from the liquor to the real shit, drugs, heroin, cocaine, the full package. Now I’m here ... five years of rehab, still struggling to live right. All because of one woman.”
“Yeah...” Hopkins said as his eyes stayed away from the horror visuals. “A woman is involved in all of this too but I don’t think I could ever fall into your situation.” Hopkins said, finishing up as the man lowered his sleeves.
“You may not be in my shoes, my situation, but it seems whoever she is, got you to cheat death and obviously be put here in this ... place.” He said, returning to his meal.
“You’re young, full of life, goals that need to be achieved. You don’t need to be in places like these. Never let a woman run you. The day she do, it is all over. Conniving, two-faced ‘tricks’ are the worst. They’ll smile with you and then turn on you soon as you give them your back. You let the woman get under your skin and to your brain. She’s going to continue until you find a way to stop her.”
The man, speaking true words of wisdom. He had the years and experience. It was only wise for Jair to take some of it to heed for the future. Hopkins nodded.
“That’s what I need to do. She’s smart and offensive, but she lacks defense. I got one last attempt and with it, I hope to achieve.”
The man looked at Hopkins with a glare of confusion as he had no clue what he was rambling about. He continued to eat.
“I have no clue and don’t want to have a clue of what the hell you’re squawking about but it’s whatever. I gave you some notes, take it or leave it.”
“No, no, no ... I appreciate the words of wisdom. It’s a difficult situation so for you to not understand, not a problem. I just know I have the chance to have closure in a week.”
Hopkins, speaking of what would be as closure come the next following Monday, the Meltdown Supershow as he would have a chance at closure with successfully defending the titles he and Anthony Bailey share with the Tag Titles and the chance to rid of one of the great mixed tag teams of the company’s existence in “M&M”. He knew the man didn’t know, but with what was said, Hopkins learned a thing or two.
The automated bell rung, almost like in a school hall. Time for lunch had begun as it quickly ended with the ringing of the bell. Hopkins didn’t even bother to eat his food as he tossed it carelessly into the garbage can where everyone else’s tray went. The man extended his arm for a handshake as Hopkins looked at it. He ‘bumped knuckles’ instead as Hopkins made his way back to previous spot which was considered like the living room in the section he was previously at before lunch.
-----------------------------------
MAY 18TH 2013 -- SANTIAGO, CHILE | 3:30 PM
Jair Hopkins: I know you'd like to thank’ your shit don't stank’ ...
Quick pause.
Jair Hopkins: But lean a little bit closer...See that rose really smell like poo-oo-ooo ...
Reciting the lyrics to Outkast’s “Roses”, as the song related to the current situation and dilemma that surrounded him and his team. As he sat in the park in one of the many wooden bench seats. It was the Western side of Santiago, the capital of Chile. It wasn’t the best looking part of Santiago, but it was good enough. From a long, rough week in the Hazelden Rehab Center in New York, the week went quickly the way Hopkins ‘prayed’ for as he now found himself a few days away from combat in what would be yet again, the biggest challenge of his young career. Not was it just about keeping the APW Tag Titles, No, it was now about working to win in order to stay together. Whoever who end up losing would therefore in a sense, “retire” as a team in the division for good.
Jair Hopkins: It comes down to this, huh? All on the line. A million on red? All or nothing? I know Aubrey, I bet you wished the doctors had just pulled the plug, didn’t you? I know after that news post went out, you had a smile for days. You felt that victory was flirting with the tip of your tongue? I know Aubrey, you don’t have to lie. You can’t stand me and bitch ... I can’t stand you. It’s a relationship that has led us to where we stand right now. Days away from finishing this war that you of course started.
Hopkins smirked.
Jair Hopkins: You know how they say it. Don’t start nothing you can’t finish. Aubrey, you’ve put Logan in another difficult position to fail. It’s bad enough he don’t like some of your decisions you choose to make. Now you look to want to destroy the man’s career? How do you feel knowing that this could be your last time side by side Logan. Everyone knows he’s your guardian and protector. Everyone knows that you come to him when you’re in trouble. See, I was naive at first. I underestimated Logan’s strength. After that spear in the parking lot, after that match at Rasslemania and after that four-way bout last week for the last spot in the Tap Out Gauntlet, I’ve learned a lot about Mister Logan Alexander. He’s going to be gassed coming into Meltdown. Your chance at redemption is going to fail because of it. You want these titles sooo bad, you’ll do anything and everything to try and get it back.
Jair Hopkins: Like... the Suicidal Title match. You somehow, someway got Kane to be in that match and make it a three-way or really a two-on-one against Kaylyn. You can’t beat her yourself Aubrey, so you bring Kane in to do your ‘heavy work’. Yeah I get it, if Kane wins, you’re in his arms. If and when Logan costs you your chance to take home these ... tag belts, you’ll dump him like a load of rocks. A certified ‘gold digging tramp’ you are Aubrey. You’ve been hopping back and forth like a game of Hopscotch.
Jair Hopkins: You’re saying to yourself that ‘Jair Hopkins’ isn’t going to be at his best. He’s fresh from the hospital and a week of rehab sessions. His mind can’t be focused on this match. He’s going to downright lose those titles and TDB will die a quick death.
Hopkins drops his head, shaking it while smiling.
Jair Hopkins: I’ve let you get to me too many times. You and the other bandmates who like to follow your lead. The opinions, they got to me. I’m not afraid to admit it. Ever since I stepped through these damn doors, I’ve put my best foot forward to be amongst the best that reside on Asylum, Overdrive and even Meltdown. Sure, I’m still young to the game but the least you could do is give me a shade of respect. People like you Aubrey, you always look for the easy way, for you, that’s opening your legs to the ‘highest bidder’. Sure, you got serious talent, you’ve done alot in your time here, but you’re not overly recognized for it. You’re recognized for being the bitch named “Burger Queen” because you get everything you want, your way. You rarely look to fight the good fight. You just continue to scheme for another way to exit. It’s cool though Aubrey, it’s real cool! It’s cool you got Logan tied around your finger, and when you pull for him, he comes running to protect you. He’ll learn sooner or later, young or old, he will learn.
Jair Hopkins: Past several weeks, months even, the word “shadow” has been thrown around quite a lot, towards me and my band of brothers. Everyone saying that I’m being held back by Bailey and Williams. I’ve tried to ignore it but every time I ignore, the word is thrown around more and more. I’ve quite grown tired of it. No one is holding anyone back. I’ve told Anthony plenty of times, all three of us is growing into young icons, especially Bailey, a former World Title holder. They see me and William as ‘The Pips’ to Gladys Knight or us as the Heartbeats to Michael Ruffin. I mean seriously what the fuck, man. Critics can go join the haters in my “IDGAF” category...
Jair Hopkins: All your accolades Aubrey, starting from day one in Meltdown. You’ll have to live with looking back and looking at yourself current and just wonder where it all went wrong. You were a sweet girl that even I adored at a point and time when you were starting up in Meltdown. I saw you as the next big thing. Months passed and things changed. Your attitude, your style, you gave up on being a hero for many women who’s looking for that ‘role model’ in their lives. You wanted to be braggadocious and just a down-right cunt. I used to respect you Aubrey, but that shit flew out the window the day you decided to go ‘Psycho Annie’ and start up a social media warfare with that behind the back attack on TDB. Damn near killing Bailey with that chair, pulverizing me and spraining the arm of Williams. Logan’s going to leave you when all is said and done. Enjoy your last days of ‘togetherness’, you crazy, stupid, lost, deceiving bitch.
