Post by Jason Cashe on Dec 12, 2012 5:18:09 GMT -4
It's been a few days since Asylum and Jason Kash was having mixed feelings about the show. On one hand, he laid a big stumble to Johnny Knuckles and Chris Strike. He won the Dark Match Championship and threw it away after some Gypsy put a curse on it. However he lost to Phil Atken. Not that he didn't see that as a possibility because it always was. Atken was a Top Contender now for a reason. That and Kash has never been great against Submission moves but was becoming better against the style.
Packed and ready to go, Kash was planning on traveling to New York to spend some time training with Kaylyn James Evans. He wasn't sure where or what their relationship was just yet but he enjoyed her company. She seemingly felt the same. He has a few duffel bags on his bed and seems to be set to go. Steam comes out from the top of the open bathroom door in the Master Bedroom of Kash's apartment. He never was one to spend too much money so the apartment was normal, middle class grade.
The water turns off and the shower curtain is heard being pulled open. That's when the lights went out. Quiet fills the apartment and the wet feet on tile echos slightly throughout the bedroom. Kash's dark figure comes out from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. The lights flash and turn on again and he looks around. Standing at the foot of his bed he stares out into the living room and listens, waiting for another power outage he shrugs. As he turns around, his gasp is both loud and visible on his face. The camera slowly turns to where his eyes are locked at and there on his bed side table sits the Dark Match Championship.
Jason Kash: What the Hel..
His head cocks slowly to the side as he stares at the belt he KNOWS he threw away. Instantly the thought of that Gypsy creeps into his thoughts. Kash reaches out and touches the strap hanging off the table. He pulls it off the table and holds it up in front of his face.
Jason Kash: How the hell did this get in here?
Snapping around, Kash jogs into the living room, dropping the Title as he begins searching the house for an intruder. Nobody in his kitchen, nobody in the living room. He looks under his bed and then turns to the closet in his room.
Jason Kash: Think you can hide in MY HOME? I got you now you punk motherfuc--
He rips the folding closet door open and nothing but hanging clothes and shoe boxes on the floor. His safe and a few other boxes line the bottom of his closet. He closes the door and looks around.
Jason Kash: Gypsy Curses are not real...Gypsy curses are NOT real. They can't be...Can they? I'm looking that shit up RIGHT now! TO THE LAPTOP!!
Hurrying to his Computer desk in the living room, he sits and opens the lid of his laptop and the screen lights up. The view changes to seeing Kash typing away at the keyboard, slowly it becomes a time lapse scene where he is seen sweating, eyes bulged, laughing, sleeping, and even lifting a leg so a fart can rip and it's heard on the audio. He waves away the smell after a few seconds and finally real time comes back and he shuts the lid of the laptop as it shuts down.
Jason Kash: Nope. Nothing useful. Am I cursed? I feel fine..If I was cursed could I do this?
He jumps up from the chair and begins to dance.
Jason Kash: Or this..?
Before he can do another dance or proving that he's not cursed, the lights flicker again and he jumps to the side like he's dodging a grenade. The lights remain on and he laughs but it's filled with sarcasm and fear as he looks down at the Dark Match Title laying on the floor where he dropped it.
Jason Kash: I want that shit OUT of my apartment. (Looks at wrist watch) Oh shit time to go, need to catch my flight to see Kaylyn. Can't miss out on that!
He rushes to the bedroom and no sooner than he enters the bedroom does he come out freshly dressed and carrying two duffel bags for the trip. He kicks the Dark Match Title across the carpet and drops the bags by the door before bending over and picking up the belt.
Jason Kash: Who made this piece of shit anyways? Reggie Parks? Better not have, if he did he should retire 6 feet under for this creation. Ugly ass belt.
He slaps the belt over his shoulder and then decides he doesn't want something that has brought a curse and came back from the garbage on his shoulder. He lays it across on the duffel bags and picks them up and leaves the apartment. Locking the place up he ends up out in the parking lot. He backs up in his rental car and begins his journey to the airport so he can make his flight. As he pulls onto the Main Street, his window rolls down and the Dark Match Title is launched out the window and lands in a deep ditch alongside the road as the car drives off into a fade as does the scene.
Packed and ready to go, Kash was planning on traveling to New York to spend some time training with Kaylyn James Evans. He wasn't sure where or what their relationship was just yet but he enjoyed her company. She seemingly felt the same. He has a few duffel bags on his bed and seems to be set to go. Steam comes out from the top of the open bathroom door in the Master Bedroom of Kash's apartment. He never was one to spend too much money so the apartment was normal, middle class grade.
The water turns off and the shower curtain is heard being pulled open. That's when the lights went out. Quiet fills the apartment and the wet feet on tile echos slightly throughout the bedroom. Kash's dark figure comes out from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. The lights flash and turn on again and he looks around. Standing at the foot of his bed he stares out into the living room and listens, waiting for another power outage he shrugs. As he turns around, his gasp is both loud and visible on his face. The camera slowly turns to where his eyes are locked at and there on his bed side table sits the Dark Match Championship.
Jason Kash: What the Hel..
His head cocks slowly to the side as he stares at the belt he KNOWS he threw away. Instantly the thought of that Gypsy creeps into his thoughts. Kash reaches out and touches the strap hanging off the table. He pulls it off the table and holds it up in front of his face.
Jason Kash: How the hell did this get in here?
Snapping around, Kash jogs into the living room, dropping the Title as he begins searching the house for an intruder. Nobody in his kitchen, nobody in the living room. He looks under his bed and then turns to the closet in his room.
Jason Kash: Think you can hide in MY HOME? I got you now you punk motherfuc--
He rips the folding closet door open and nothing but hanging clothes and shoe boxes on the floor. His safe and a few other boxes line the bottom of his closet. He closes the door and looks around.
Jason Kash: Gypsy Curses are not real...Gypsy curses are NOT real. They can't be...Can they? I'm looking that shit up RIGHT now! TO THE LAPTOP!!
Hurrying to his Computer desk in the living room, he sits and opens the lid of his laptop and the screen lights up. The view changes to seeing Kash typing away at the keyboard, slowly it becomes a time lapse scene where he is seen sweating, eyes bulged, laughing, sleeping, and even lifting a leg so a fart can rip and it's heard on the audio. He waves away the smell after a few seconds and finally real time comes back and he shuts the lid of the laptop as it shuts down.
Jason Kash: Nope. Nothing useful. Am I cursed? I feel fine..If I was cursed could I do this?
He jumps up from the chair and begins to dance.
Jason Kash: Or this..?
Before he can do another dance or proving that he's not cursed, the lights flicker again and he jumps to the side like he's dodging a grenade. The lights remain on and he laughs but it's filled with sarcasm and fear as he looks down at the Dark Match Title laying on the floor where he dropped it.
Jason Kash: I want that shit OUT of my apartment. (Looks at wrist watch) Oh shit time to go, need to catch my flight to see Kaylyn. Can't miss out on that!
He rushes to the bedroom and no sooner than he enters the bedroom does he come out freshly dressed and carrying two duffel bags for the trip. He kicks the Dark Match Title across the carpet and drops the bags by the door before bending over and picking up the belt.
Jason Kash: Who made this piece of shit anyways? Reggie Parks? Better not have, if he did he should retire 6 feet under for this creation. Ugly ass belt.
He slaps the belt over his shoulder and then decides he doesn't want something that has brought a curse and came back from the garbage on his shoulder. He lays it across on the duffel bags and picks them up and leaves the apartment. Locking the place up he ends up out in the parking lot. He backs up in his rental car and begins his journey to the airport so he can make his flight. As he pulls onto the Main Street, his window rolls down and the Dark Match Title is launched out the window and lands in a deep ditch alongside the road as the car drives off into a fade as does the scene.
