Post by J-Hop on Jun 15, 2013 19:56:04 GMT -4
Static is heard as the changing of stations is heard...
Big Tigger: Yeeessshh, Yeeessshhh, Yeeessshhhh ... It’s ya’ boy “Big Tigger” holding it down here and coming up in a few minutes ladies and gents, I’m giving away tickets to the 10th caller to go see Action Packed Wrestling’s “Sunday Night Asylum” as the featured headline is one of ATL’s own coming back home in Jason Kash. That boy is doin’ big thangs’ ... big thangs’ I say! Be back in the flesh after this on V-103 ... The People’s Station!
* Trae The Truth ft. BIG K.R.I.T, Tyga, Jadakiss & More in “I’m On 2.0” plays *
- Switch to static -
“WHO GOT YA NIGHTS ON LOCK? THAT’S RIGHTTT, DEM DURRTY BOYZ GOTCHA’ ON LOCK!”
“We got ten pairs of tickets to Action Packed Wrestling’s Sunday Night Asylum. You call in, you get em! That easssyyyy! Plus who doesn’t want to go to that hot-ass event?”
“That’s right, our homeboy, “The Influence”, Mr. Jason Kash will be entertaining the home crowd that night.
“Boy is he ill! That dude so vile, he took a dookie in dude’s toilet and tied his chick to the toilet.”
“That is gross!”
“No, that is Jason Kash, the ORIGINAL ‘Durrty Boy’ and he’s gonna show the ATL that he hasn’t forgot how to roll. That boy Hopkins, betta’ get ready!”
“That ‘Wesley Snipes’ look-a-like gonna get ate up like a Kit-Kat!”
Laughing soundbyte plays.
“Yo, I done forgot what I was gonna say, shoot ... back to the jams. This is “Welcome To Atlanta” by Jermaine Dupri and we are HOT 107.9!!”
* “Welcome To Atlanta” by Jermaine Dupri/Ludacris plays *
- Switches to static -
Todd:“Why are we talking about wrestling again? Because my mind is suddenly going back to the 80’s!”
Andrew: “Come on Todd, you know there’s that big APW event coming to town Sunday Night with “Asylum”. Discussing the return of Jason Kash back to ATL and his match. Sure we could talk about the Atlanta Falcons minicamp but I’m a softie for wrestling, you know that!”
Todd: “I know Andrew, I know. I can’t stand Jason Kash but I have to respect the guy. Somehow he can get away with the craziest crap and in the ring put on the most amazing match, every damn time. His opponent, Hopkins? I just don’t know about him, is he even prepared for just how he’ll be treated? You know they will be cheering for Kash in some way, shape or form.”
Andrew: “I don’t know, Hopkins is a very tough, tough kid. He’s going through some horrific changes, but the kid is bright. He’s energetic, he brings highflying to a new level and he has the touch of a true technician when the time calls for it. He may not be elite yet, but he’s got the talent and the shine to do so.”
Todd: “I really don’t know, I think the kid is unstable as it gets for as young as he is. He’s stepping between those ropes with a veteran who knows all the right moves to use at the RIGHT time. I don’t think he’ll make it out alive in that arena behind that home crowd influence. He may be bright but he’s going to look dull as hell come Sunday night!”
Andrew: “That’s your opinion and that’s fine but we got some callers on the line and when we come back, we’ll allow them to give their prediction on who will win that battle. The hometown kid or the unstable but talented young kid? We’ll be back here on 680 The Fan, Home of your Atlanta Hawks!”
- Turns Radio Off -
Turning off the radio completely as my right hand rejoined my left on the steering wheel, I stared at the somewhat mild traffic on the highway here in Atlanta, Georgia. Sporting in a rental car, a Mercedes Benz SL550 from Prestige Luxury Cars Rental. In a relaxed position as I stayed even within my lane, my shades on. ‘The Smooth One’ was riding Shotgun thanks to a winning hand at “Rock, Paper, Scissors”. He was the Rock and Bailey went with Scissors. Bailey had the backseat as he watched the beautiful sunset view.
“Damn Jair, what’s with turning off the radio? Can I turn it back to V-103?” Williams asked as he looked over at me in his Armani shades.
I couldn’t let radio personalities opinions get into my head. I couldn’t leave my current gameplan and panic because of several’s one-sided view. It was radio, it was on-air personalities. They had their rights to say what they want. It just annoyed me a bit, but I never ever will let go of my ‘underdog’ attire.
“Nah man, ain’t shit on the radio here!” I said in response to William’s question.
“Is he serious, Ant? They just was playing “Return of The Mack”, that was my jam!”
You could hear Anthony laugh in the back.
“Not my car, Will!” Anthony said as he stayed out of it as best as possible.
I understood Will was in a joking mood. He was living life and enjoying it. I WAS trying to enjoy that same life but for me, things were a bit different and much more difficult. I had approximately three days until Sunday night. I had three days until I faced the biggest asshole in the universe. I had three fucking days until I met Jason Kash, face to face once again. I last, but not least had three more days until the Mortal Kombat theme played and having to out-think and outsmart the veteran Kash and hope not to be dealt with a fatality.
“Sorry Will ... I’m just on a whole different planet. I’m sorry for changing the station but I just need ... silence.”
Will leaned his head back onto the head rest as Bailey remained in the back, laying sideways as my eyes focused on the reckless lane switching of the cars in front of me.
“They talk about New York and it’s drivers. The fuck is with Atlanta and their drivers? They drive like crazy asses.”
Letting out a sigh, I was focusing on everything but what was truly ahead of me. I couldn’t afford to make a mistake. I couldn’t afford to be rolled up under one’s possession while holding onto my boxers for leverage. I just couldn’t let that shit happen to me. He got Bailey, he wasn’t about to get Jair Hopkins.
The story of the little retriever who stood bold and wore a cape now begins. The world of a ‘true and blue’ “underdog”.
“Man, that crowd is going to be insane. I love Atlanta. So damn colorful!” Williams said as we entered the city area as we began surpassing people and stores.
Atlanta was indeed a hot place, not just climate-wise but the city itself. Home of various rappers, MC’s and gorgeous women who loved to just “throw it out there” for the hungry men. I imagined for Jason it would be the homecoming he always wanted. Too bad he was days away from facing one thing that could and would slow his roll.
Jason was too damn overconfident. Training is great but it can deliver you a win and deliver you a loss. He may be ready, but do he truly know? He may be energized somewhat but the body is a crazy thing. It can hide well. You can be the most energized and collapse shortly after.
“Hey man, I know you’ve been in this “zone”, but have you talked to Ramirez latelely? We haven’t been in training for a bit.” Williams asked as Bailey sat silent, looking at the both of us.
I just let a deep breath escape before choosing to answer.
“No. It’s probably going to be a while too!” Saying with a dash of mustard on the end of it, Williams sat silent as he looked on at the sightings.
“You think he could be the silent piece to our fall? He’s trained us several times, he has to know us like the back of his hands, especially you, J’.”
As Williams spoke, I just shook my head as I tried to refrain from speaking. I just wanted to remain positive.
“I think you should get some rest Smooth. You’re thinking too much into it!” I said in response to Williams’s question.
Then again after a quick thought process, my eyes blinked twice.
Deep down in the little blue river, could he have given out the secret recipe to our success. Bailey gone. Williams gone. I was the only one left standing.
Uh-Oh!
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All That’s Left To Do:
- Defeat Kash.
- Defeat Kash in his hometown.
- Win the ‘Test For The Best’ Tourney.
...Yeah right! If that was all that’s left, I’d be more ecstatic than I am right now. This just the second layer of the cream-heavy cake. Beating Kash solves a bit, gaining some redemption, but I have a lot more to worry about. He loses, he gets shipped to the later match in Asylum. It’ll be him along with Reaver, my boy Anthony Bailey and notable others who ended up on the other side. Those men are hungry and Kash, he hasn’t ate in a few months, so that bastard is EXTRA-hungry and some. He wants it all. He wants to win this. He wants to get that ultimate prize. He wants to redeem himself, he wants everyone to know ... he still got his shit in tact.
I know Jason, you want it worst than your hometown pro-basketball team.
I don’t even know how I let that thought just drive past me. This being your hometown. Man, the feeling of performing amongst those you either grew up with or those who know the name, remembered your mischievous behavior, etcetera. They need their hometown hero to win something for them. Lord knows they haven’t seen a champion in a while.
Performing with the home crowd behind you is wonderful. I remember when at MSG, how the fans went off, standing on their feet, cheering my name like I was Melo’. It’s a crazy, epic feeling man and you get that opportunity to do so this week. You get to send the fans home happy. Maybe, possibly....
All the radio stations are buzzing with your name as their selling point for giving out tickets to the number ten callers. Enjoy the feeling of being at home ... and coming up with a disheartening loss.
To ‘blab’ to me about how great you feel, you tellin’ me as if I don’t know. I know that you got the best training money can find with Ramirez. I know he made you work your stinky-ass off in that building. From Jump Rope to Bench Press to punching heavy bags. I know the deal, Jason. You don’t have to tell me, I just hope you use all of the tools given to you and the *hint, hint* “Inside Access” on my condition.
I also know I’m not in the ‘greatest’ condition but I’m what they called “seasoned”. I’ve tested the waters to see how it feels. It feels good, Jason. I know my weaknesses and my strengths and so do you. I had my falls and I’ve gotten back up. You had your falls, got up and fucking stumbled on smooth pavement only to hope to rise again. It’s why you keep advertising that your hand will rise.
Ha. Hahahaha ... Ha.
Taking after Dr. Maya Angelou now? Still I Rise? I get it though Jason. Laugh, smile, be bright, think right. I may be just holding onto these tag titles for dear life but at least I have something to hold on. You Jason have no support beams anymore. All you have is filthy animals who haven’t bathed in weeks, months. You had something and you lost it on your own, you may be on speaking terms, but that’s all. You talk more about Anthony more and more each time your gaping mouth opens. So what, you rolled him up twice and held him down for a shitty victory twice? You think that’s going to happen here? No. Put your foot on my chest and let the referee count till’ three. If I don’t move by that, then I know you defeated me. You’ll know you defeated me. Roll-ups can be weak and it can also be reversed in a way so make sure you don’t get cradled up.
Is that all the material you have? Is that your winning edge? The fact that I did some stupid, insane, crazy, whack-ass shit in what seemed like me being an attention whore. You know, everyone has days where there is always this certain something that bugs them, runs them over the edge into the brink of cruelty. I’ve lived through it. So have you Jason, you may have not have attempted to OD and shit but you’ve felt like you weren’t wanted.
You got friends now, you can talk major shit because you know that if the going gets tough, there’s Reaver and Lively with Crowbars ready to strike.
You’re right though, I have fallen a bit. I’ve barely hung on in the tag matches that we’ve been in the past few weeks. I wasn’t my best against M&M, I wasn’t my best against Knoxville and Gooch, shit I wasn’t even my best against Natural Born Killaz. That made me think as the time grew closer for this. I needed to just stop worrying about shit and just do it. I can’t think of or about how I’m going to beat people like you or Reaver. Last week, I just did the shit, I took out Reaver and THAT was the telling sign that things were on the up and up. Reaver tried his damndest to take me out, but he couldn’t. He saw the glare in my eyes that you, Jason, will see Sunday night. He saw that I was not weak, I was not off my game, and not off the board with my awareness.
You want your hand raised? ... I’ll gladly raise it for you.
It won’t be a glorious ending though, but I will gladly raise it for you. I’m just a young man with issues over his head, depression, lack of sleep, lack of smile, lack of sunshine. Lack of shit. You know, I almost see myself as a male version of Aubrey J. Parker right now. That’s some bad shit, Harry.
So not jealous of your newfound friendship with Juan. He’s teaching you well but just know he also has a few ‘flaws’ that can sometimes haunt you. He’s made good use of the money, I got a peek at it when I left out of New York, new door sign, brand new LED-lit sign in gold. He’s building up that foundation and that’s good. You say you’re prepared, you’re ready mentally and physically. Alright.
So when ‘Jair Jair’ Hopkins take you out, you won’t come up with some bullshit excuse, right?
Like Nike, I will just do it. No preparation, no videos, none of that bullshit. Just right into the ring with raw intensity. I will be at my best for this test and while I may not hold a perfect score, I will solidify myself further into this tournament.
Since the subject of rising past the depths of hell is upon us ... let me say one thing more.
Like a frog once said ... “It Ain’t Easy Being Green”
You understand Jason? I really, really hope you do.
Love, Peace, Chicken Grease!
Big Tigger: Yeeessshh, Yeeessshhh, Yeeessshhhh ... It’s ya’ boy “Big Tigger” holding it down here and coming up in a few minutes ladies and gents, I’m giving away tickets to the 10th caller to go see Action Packed Wrestling’s “Sunday Night Asylum” as the featured headline is one of ATL’s own coming back home in Jason Kash. That boy is doin’ big thangs’ ... big thangs’ I say! Be back in the flesh after this on V-103 ... The People’s Station!
* Trae The Truth ft. BIG K.R.I.T, Tyga, Jadakiss & More in “I’m On 2.0” plays *
- Switch to static -
“WHO GOT YA NIGHTS ON LOCK? THAT’S RIGHTTT, DEM DURRTY BOYZ GOTCHA’ ON LOCK!”
“We got ten pairs of tickets to Action Packed Wrestling’s Sunday Night Asylum. You call in, you get em! That easssyyyy! Plus who doesn’t want to go to that hot-ass event?”
“That’s right, our homeboy, “The Influence”, Mr. Jason Kash will be entertaining the home crowd that night.
“Boy is he ill! That dude so vile, he took a dookie in dude’s toilet and tied his chick to the toilet.”
“That is gross!”
“No, that is Jason Kash, the ORIGINAL ‘Durrty Boy’ and he’s gonna show the ATL that he hasn’t forgot how to roll. That boy Hopkins, betta’ get ready!”
“That ‘Wesley Snipes’ look-a-like gonna get ate up like a Kit-Kat!”
Laughing soundbyte plays.
“Yo, I done forgot what I was gonna say, shoot ... back to the jams. This is “Welcome To Atlanta” by Jermaine Dupri and we are HOT 107.9!!”
* “Welcome To Atlanta” by Jermaine Dupri/Ludacris plays *
- Switches to static -
Todd:“Why are we talking about wrestling again? Because my mind is suddenly going back to the 80’s!”
Andrew: “Come on Todd, you know there’s that big APW event coming to town Sunday Night with “Asylum”. Discussing the return of Jason Kash back to ATL and his match. Sure we could talk about the Atlanta Falcons minicamp but I’m a softie for wrestling, you know that!”
Todd: “I know Andrew, I know. I can’t stand Jason Kash but I have to respect the guy. Somehow he can get away with the craziest crap and in the ring put on the most amazing match, every damn time. His opponent, Hopkins? I just don’t know about him, is he even prepared for just how he’ll be treated? You know they will be cheering for Kash in some way, shape or form.”
Andrew: “I don’t know, Hopkins is a very tough, tough kid. He’s going through some horrific changes, but the kid is bright. He’s energetic, he brings highflying to a new level and he has the touch of a true technician when the time calls for it. He may not be elite yet, but he’s got the talent and the shine to do so.”
Todd: “I really don’t know, I think the kid is unstable as it gets for as young as he is. He’s stepping between those ropes with a veteran who knows all the right moves to use at the RIGHT time. I don’t think he’ll make it out alive in that arena behind that home crowd influence. He may be bright but he’s going to look dull as hell come Sunday night!”
Andrew: “That’s your opinion and that’s fine but we got some callers on the line and when we come back, we’ll allow them to give their prediction on who will win that battle. The hometown kid or the unstable but talented young kid? We’ll be back here on 680 The Fan, Home of your Atlanta Hawks!”
- Turns Radio Off -
Turning off the radio completely as my right hand rejoined my left on the steering wheel, I stared at the somewhat mild traffic on the highway here in Atlanta, Georgia. Sporting in a rental car, a Mercedes Benz SL550 from Prestige Luxury Cars Rental. In a relaxed position as I stayed even within my lane, my shades on. ‘The Smooth One’ was riding Shotgun thanks to a winning hand at “Rock, Paper, Scissors”. He was the Rock and Bailey went with Scissors. Bailey had the backseat as he watched the beautiful sunset view.
“Damn Jair, what’s with turning off the radio? Can I turn it back to V-103?” Williams asked as he looked over at me in his Armani shades.
I couldn’t let radio personalities opinions get into my head. I couldn’t leave my current gameplan and panic because of several’s one-sided view. It was radio, it was on-air personalities. They had their rights to say what they want. It just annoyed me a bit, but I never ever will let go of my ‘underdog’ attire.
“Nah man, ain’t shit on the radio here!” I said in response to William’s question.
“Is he serious, Ant? They just was playing “Return of The Mack”, that was my jam!”
You could hear Anthony laugh in the back.
“Not my car, Will!” Anthony said as he stayed out of it as best as possible.
I understood Will was in a joking mood. He was living life and enjoying it. I WAS trying to enjoy that same life but for me, things were a bit different and much more difficult. I had approximately three days until Sunday night. I had three days until I faced the biggest asshole in the universe. I had three fucking days until I met Jason Kash, face to face once again. I last, but not least had three more days until the Mortal Kombat theme played and having to out-think and outsmart the veteran Kash and hope not to be dealt with a fatality.
“Sorry Will ... I’m just on a whole different planet. I’m sorry for changing the station but I just need ... silence.”
Will leaned his head back onto the head rest as Bailey remained in the back, laying sideways as my eyes focused on the reckless lane switching of the cars in front of me.
“They talk about New York and it’s drivers. The fuck is with Atlanta and their drivers? They drive like crazy asses.”
Letting out a sigh, I was focusing on everything but what was truly ahead of me. I couldn’t afford to make a mistake. I couldn’t afford to be rolled up under one’s possession while holding onto my boxers for leverage. I just couldn’t let that shit happen to me. He got Bailey, he wasn’t about to get Jair Hopkins.
The story of the little retriever who stood bold and wore a cape now begins. The world of a ‘true and blue’ “underdog”.
“Man, that crowd is going to be insane. I love Atlanta. So damn colorful!” Williams said as we entered the city area as we began surpassing people and stores.
Atlanta was indeed a hot place, not just climate-wise but the city itself. Home of various rappers, MC’s and gorgeous women who loved to just “throw it out there” for the hungry men. I imagined for Jason it would be the homecoming he always wanted. Too bad he was days away from facing one thing that could and would slow his roll.
Jason was too damn overconfident. Training is great but it can deliver you a win and deliver you a loss. He may be ready, but do he truly know? He may be energized somewhat but the body is a crazy thing. It can hide well. You can be the most energized and collapse shortly after.
“Hey man, I know you’ve been in this “zone”, but have you talked to Ramirez latelely? We haven’t been in training for a bit.” Williams asked as Bailey sat silent, looking at the both of us.
I just let a deep breath escape before choosing to answer.
“No. It’s probably going to be a while too!” Saying with a dash of mustard on the end of it, Williams sat silent as he looked on at the sightings.
“You think he could be the silent piece to our fall? He’s trained us several times, he has to know us like the back of his hands, especially you, J’.”
As Williams spoke, I just shook my head as I tried to refrain from speaking. I just wanted to remain positive.
“I think you should get some rest Smooth. You’re thinking too much into it!” I said in response to Williams’s question.
Then again after a quick thought process, my eyes blinked twice.
Deep down in the little blue river, could he have given out the secret recipe to our success. Bailey gone. Williams gone. I was the only one left standing.
Uh-Oh!
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All That’s Left To Do:
- Defeat Kash.
- Defeat Kash in his hometown.
- Win the ‘Test For The Best’ Tourney.
...Yeah right! If that was all that’s left, I’d be more ecstatic than I am right now. This just the second layer of the cream-heavy cake. Beating Kash solves a bit, gaining some redemption, but I have a lot more to worry about. He loses, he gets shipped to the later match in Asylum. It’ll be him along with Reaver, my boy Anthony Bailey and notable others who ended up on the other side. Those men are hungry and Kash, he hasn’t ate in a few months, so that bastard is EXTRA-hungry and some. He wants it all. He wants to win this. He wants to get that ultimate prize. He wants to redeem himself, he wants everyone to know ... he still got his shit in tact.
I know Jason, you want it worst than your hometown pro-basketball team.
I don’t even know how I let that thought just drive past me. This being your hometown. Man, the feeling of performing amongst those you either grew up with or those who know the name, remembered your mischievous behavior, etcetera. They need their hometown hero to win something for them. Lord knows they haven’t seen a champion in a while.
Performing with the home crowd behind you is wonderful. I remember when at MSG, how the fans went off, standing on their feet, cheering my name like I was Melo’. It’s a crazy, epic feeling man and you get that opportunity to do so this week. You get to send the fans home happy. Maybe, possibly....
All the radio stations are buzzing with your name as their selling point for giving out tickets to the number ten callers. Enjoy the feeling of being at home ... and coming up with a disheartening loss.
To ‘blab’ to me about how great you feel, you tellin’ me as if I don’t know. I know that you got the best training money can find with Ramirez. I know he made you work your stinky-ass off in that building. From Jump Rope to Bench Press to punching heavy bags. I know the deal, Jason. You don’t have to tell me, I just hope you use all of the tools given to you and the *hint, hint* “Inside Access” on my condition.
I also know I’m not in the ‘greatest’ condition but I’m what they called “seasoned”. I’ve tested the waters to see how it feels. It feels good, Jason. I know my weaknesses and my strengths and so do you. I had my falls and I’ve gotten back up. You had your falls, got up and fucking stumbled on smooth pavement only to hope to rise again. It’s why you keep advertising that your hand will rise.
Ha. Hahahaha ... Ha.
Taking after Dr. Maya Angelou now? Still I Rise? I get it though Jason. Laugh, smile, be bright, think right. I may be just holding onto these tag titles for dear life but at least I have something to hold on. You Jason have no support beams anymore. All you have is filthy animals who haven’t bathed in weeks, months. You had something and you lost it on your own, you may be on speaking terms, but that’s all. You talk more about Anthony more and more each time your gaping mouth opens. So what, you rolled him up twice and held him down for a shitty victory twice? You think that’s going to happen here? No. Put your foot on my chest and let the referee count till’ three. If I don’t move by that, then I know you defeated me. You’ll know you defeated me. Roll-ups can be weak and it can also be reversed in a way so make sure you don’t get cradled up.
Is that all the material you have? Is that your winning edge? The fact that I did some stupid, insane, crazy, whack-ass shit in what seemed like me being an attention whore. You know, everyone has days where there is always this certain something that bugs them, runs them over the edge into the brink of cruelty. I’ve lived through it. So have you Jason, you may have not have attempted to OD and shit but you’ve felt like you weren’t wanted.
You got friends now, you can talk major shit because you know that if the going gets tough, there’s Reaver and Lively with Crowbars ready to strike.
You’re right though, I have fallen a bit. I’ve barely hung on in the tag matches that we’ve been in the past few weeks. I wasn’t my best against M&M, I wasn’t my best against Knoxville and Gooch, shit I wasn’t even my best against Natural Born Killaz. That made me think as the time grew closer for this. I needed to just stop worrying about shit and just do it. I can’t think of or about how I’m going to beat people like you or Reaver. Last week, I just did the shit, I took out Reaver and THAT was the telling sign that things were on the up and up. Reaver tried his damndest to take me out, but he couldn’t. He saw the glare in my eyes that you, Jason, will see Sunday night. He saw that I was not weak, I was not off my game, and not off the board with my awareness.
You want your hand raised? ... I’ll gladly raise it for you.
It won’t be a glorious ending though, but I will gladly raise it for you. I’m just a young man with issues over his head, depression, lack of sleep, lack of smile, lack of sunshine. Lack of shit. You know, I almost see myself as a male version of Aubrey J. Parker right now. That’s some bad shit, Harry.
So not jealous of your newfound friendship with Juan. He’s teaching you well but just know he also has a few ‘flaws’ that can sometimes haunt you. He’s made good use of the money, I got a peek at it when I left out of New York, new door sign, brand new LED-lit sign in gold. He’s building up that foundation and that’s good. You say you’re prepared, you’re ready mentally and physically. Alright.
So when ‘Jair Jair’ Hopkins take you out, you won’t come up with some bullshit excuse, right?
Like Nike, I will just do it. No preparation, no videos, none of that bullshit. Just right into the ring with raw intensity. I will be at my best for this test and while I may not hold a perfect score, I will solidify myself further into this tournament.
Since the subject of rising past the depths of hell is upon us ... let me say one thing more.
Like a frog once said ... “It Ain’t Easy Being Green”
You understand Jason? I really, really hope you do.
Love, Peace, Chicken Grease!
