That As They Say Is That..

[Jason Cashe]

I WAS IN YO' HOUSE MOTHERFUCKER! NEXT COULD BE YOUR GIRLFRIEND OR MOMMA..SNITCHES GET STITCHES...Round 2!

The Season of J.A.S.O.N. had begun and Kash wasn't sure what kind of Season it was going to be. He hasn't had a bad season in a number of years, though not all are as great as last years Season. He planned to have what he currently has and achieved that during last season but this was new. He'd been so nervous about the upcoming Season that he fell short not once but twice in the Extreme Tournament. That didn't really matter though, nobody had Kash pegged for being a threat to win. His focus was of course on what he had achieved in APW, what really mattered. To Asylum and APW, the World Heavyweight Championship is what mattered more.

Pulling into a Gas Station, Kash turns off the engine and gets out at the Gas Pump. He rounds the rear of the rental and untwists the Gas cap. The cool breeze flows over his face. Still being in Chicago for the last round of the Extreme Tournament, he decided to stay and wait for Test For The Best. Smart move, gave him extra days to train and plan. Looking around he spots a man over by the side wall by the Garbage cans of the Gas Station. A good distance away and the man is just watching. Paying with a credit card, Kash gets the pump started and looks back to the man again. Still staring the man twinkles a wave at Kash using just the tips of his fingers. Reminds Kash of spirit fingers from some Cheer squad. He grins and nods at the man, thinking nothing of it as his thoughts wonder to Anthony Bailey. His voice breaks out loud enough to be heard.

Jason Kash: Bailey, You're a Snitch ass Hermit. These folks calling you Golden Boy are people you wouldn't even consider your friends. You fit in with guys like Michael Callahan and Chaz Dillinger, go be your true self. Be the education dick head that you've tried to be recently on Twitter. Hell you've called America filled with all kinds of ugly. The fans who fill every arena are those Americans you speak of. How am I seen as the bad guy? You want to change things like T.R.I. and people are suppose to LIKE it? This ain't Facebook, you won't get likes from people with common sense, something you lack. Otherwise you'd look at your relationship with Sally and see that you're her pawn.

She doesn't mentor talent. Has she ever? From Leila Farrahi to Nero and even Nathaniel Havok, Sally has only stayed loyal to one person and that's her personal bitch Shane. So for you to become World Champion would mean that you become the Transitional Champion before Sally swoops in and takes you out. Notice her distance from me though? Even in her victory over me, she has kept away...That's not a coincidence.

In our first match you told me that I was contradicting myself with shit I said about you. How I respected you one minute and hated you the very next. While that can be a slip up due to the Choke Smoke, what is your excuse for doing the very same thing? Oh yes, our "Promise" makes his own contradictions and looks like the very ass that I looked like during our first outing. Farquhar is a Genuine Contender and in the next instance he's just an Average Wrestler.

Holding his words, Kash lets out a fart. It sounds like a retarded chipmunk singing off key. He laughs and turns his head to find a Woman walking behind him with her young child that Kash can't determine if it's boy or girl. They both have a crinkled nose at the sound of his fart. He goes back to what he was saying..

Jason Kash: You even contradicted yourself even on Twitter. I know you better than the fans and then I don't know you at all. It seems when all the chips are laid down, you begin to stumble. Basketball and now Professional Wrestling...You're a Contradicted Promise! But if Farquhar's just average than you're in some mighty big trouble come Test For The Best. Chicago might not welcome APW back after they witness the first ever Lumberjack Match..You think you can win?

When you think for a second you're in control..BAM, I'm getting my hand raised. When you think to go for your finisher and taunt the crowd to hype them up...BAM, you've wasted time and I'm getting my hand raised. One mistake, one slip and this match is mine. Just as it was mine against Knuckles and Chaz Dillinger BOTH, at the same time. Not singles matches like you but at the same time, both wanting my belt, both taking their focus and placing it on me. I survived and the belt is still around my waist. You're a smart guy, shouldn't be too hard to outsmart me right?

For someone so smart you sure are stupid. Typical disses? Srrious? Pot doesn't KILL brain cells, it slows the memory and you get some memory loss after YEARS of use but nothing dies, there are no dangerous side effects. Google it you fucking Toad...Now, you've been Educated! Heh. What you need to do is find something real, get something that is fucking concrete on me and quit using RSM tactics to try and get at me. They beat me with numbers and the only numbers in this match are the men and few women who will stand outside the ring, ready to beat us and toss us back into the ring. You disappoint me at how weak you've come at me. (Yawn) The Promise is fading and I'm burying it with his shot at my Championship.

Tank on full, Kash returns the pump and caps his gas tank. His eyes catch that dude who waved at him a bit earlier walking over towards him. Kash turns to the man as he approaches.

Jason Kash: Hey, how you doing?

He didn't really intend for the question to turn into a conversation. Just a regular thing when he passes by people who acknowledge him. The man stops and smiles at Kash, extends an open hand. He appears younger than Kash had first thought from a greater distance.

Man: Hello there Jason! How are you this fine afternoon?

Jason Kash: Oh so you do know who I am?

Man: Yes, we've talked more recently in fact. I'm Tidus Howe? I called you before you faced Evan Envi in the Extreme Tournament?

Jason Kash: Ahh yeah, the spook who called me at 3 AM! Are you stalking me now? What the fuck dude?

Tidus Howe: Look, I know The Season has started. I know you were worried about it but I can help you! Let me help you control this gift..

Jason Kash: Gift? This is a fucking gift!? Look man, you need to back the fuck up before you get smacked the fuck up. No lie. You crazy fucking fans need to cheer for Bailey because I don't want this kind of attention. I don't play with that mental ward shit alright? I'm crazy enough on my own..Good day!

Tidus Howe: But..I..

Jason Kash: I said Good Day!!

Kash walks away from Tidus Howe and enters the rental car. Behind the steering wheel, Kash hits the door lock button. Kash doesn't want to get raped by some crazy fan. Fuck those kind of fans. Just thinking about downgrading fans at all reminds him that he might be considered the villain going into Test For The Best. As he takes off from the Gas Station, Tidus Howe screams one last thing as Kash sits waiting for oncoming traffic.

Tidus Howe: You'll see me again very soon Jason. I'm not giving up, this is destiny...

Taking off, Kash gets back on the road. He shakes his head in disbelief at how hard that Tidus guy is trying. He goes back to his thoughts of being the Villain against Bailey. It bothers him enough to where he doesn't want to be seen as the villain but understands that it could be what takes place for this one match.

Jason Kash: How can I hope to be more loved than someone being labeled "The Poster Boy" of Asylum but where I become the Villain, Bailey becomes the hunted and the results of that can be dangerous to his health. Hell I committed a crime just to get inside your head because deep down, I knew that you don't know shit about being REAL. I know that deep down when the deck is stacked, you fail. I knew that the moment I made it personal, you'd find a way to play your bitch card. Calling the cops? Srrious? Just know I'm not afraid to go to jail. I've been locked up before and I paid my dues but know that before I go, if I go..I will take a piece of you with me. When your lights go out and you've been placed Under The Influence, I'll DAMN SURE take your pride, you hopes and yours expectations with me when I am placed behind bars. To me? That's more than worth the sentencing of the crime.

The A/C comes on and he reaches over and turns it down. He looks down at the portable ashtray he brings along in car rides and grabs a joint from one of the holding slots. Using a zippo, he sparks the tip and inhales deeply on that first drag. As it gets blown from his mouth, Kash laughs.

Jason Kash: My Twitter is BLOWING UP! Anthony Bailey can't seem to quit promoting this match like it's his Crowning. I love the confidence but I'll enjoy seeing the disappointment when he fails once again. Some might see me as being on a downward spiral, losing two in the Extreme Tournament and all but I see it as showing where my focus is. The most important thing in this world right now is the APW World Heavyweight Championship. To me. To me, this is what makes the headlines. It's who the people see as being the best on that given show. If APW wanted to put every Singles Champion in a big Gauntlet, I would request being the first entry JUST so I could show people that Asylum takes no short cuts. Bailey, you call me a criminal, a pot head, and use you having an education as a tool to downgrade me.

Fans across are uneducation success stories, plenty of them and they do it with originality. You think the world haven't committed a crime, no matter how small it might have been. Your buddy Sally is a lush drunk, I prefer to keep my wits about me so I'll stick with the weed instead of the blackouts she must get before deep throating some random dude. Your education is non-threatening at best and I'd take the lessons learned in the streets, in a world that still uses the tools of Survival in their daily routines over what you have in life. I'm not a slave of American Society, I'm a Taker...That didn't sound right...I'm a Go Getter, I get what I need and take what I want. I sink or swim off that alone. I'm not enslaved by what the American Dream lies to people about, I go out and survive the situation regardless of the landscape in front of me. Speaking of enslaved..

Anthony Bailey says he's not enslaved by what others say about him yet "The Golden Boy" has an ego that has grown off what people have credited him with since he's been here. Who knew APW's "Hermit" could find a fan base like he has and yet his ego screams that he's a Promise that can't be broken. Farquhar damn near snapped it off so really what does he think I will do to it? I been the Show on Asylum, you've just been a Role Player. You're the rookie, I'm the Vet. I'm the Captain, you're the Crunch. I'm Dinner, you're just lunch. This is personal Bailey but not because I broke into your cave you fucking Hermit. It's personal because you want what I will kill to defend and retain. I don't need to hear what you have to say first, I can run my mouth for days. Difference is, I back my shit up where as you just copy whatever your education tells you works.

Looking at a Road Sign, he sees that the next exit has a Pizza Place. He's always wanted to try a Chicago Deep Dish. Now is his chance. He takes the exit and goes back to speaking to whoever is watching this promo.

Jason Kash: It's me who's been consistent since being in APW. I've wrestled on every show this company has to offer..Have you? No? More people relate to me, not everyone can be a Graduate of Flagger College...Flagder? College in general and those that do become Social Society Zombies. Those that cheer you and not me anyways..Boo them! Not everyone has the rich Parents or a Divorced Mother to pay for their College Bills. Shit ain't cheap! Oh wait, did you get a scholarship to play Basketball?

That'd be so typical of you so I don't doubt that one bit. The thing is Bailey, we're from two different worlds and in the real world you might win based off of credentials but I earned mine by being the Truth of Reality for Asylum, representing these fans and showing the WORLD that APW is the best thing on the menu for Professional Wrestling! I don't have the glass ceiling as to what I will do in order to win. I've BEEN coming up Big and like Gates will tell you: Go Big, or Go Home..You never leave yours..

Finding the Pizza Place called Lou Malnati's Pizzeria. Kash "slices" into a parking spot and turns off the engine. He sits there watching the parking lot and smoking the rest of his joint as the camera zooms out a bit. His voice speaks out one more time before he goes inside to eat a Champion's Meal.

Jason Kash: I've not said one fabrication about you Bailey, everything is of facts and it's about time you get a taste of the reality going on in Asylum. I'm that reality. The ratings seem to like it, the fans I know love it, hear them when I step out, hear them roar and holler MY name, I call it Bobble Head cause their heads bounce to MY Music...Hell I shouldn't be the one having to resort to heelish tactics because you've snitched like a bitch, you've assumed and made an ass out of yourself and at Test For The Best, you can rest assure that in the end I'm Getting my hand raised..They DO say all good things must come to an end but that end isn't you. That end doesn't come at Test For The Best and this Season of J.A.S.O.N. has only just started, I'm feeling great, it has to be a good Season and it's only JUST begun! I'm gonna give you stitches, I'm putting you on your back. I'm retaining my Champion and that as they say is that..

Kash flicks the roach of a joint out away from him as he opens the car door and exits the vehicle. Shutting the door he rubs his hands together, showing that he's ready to eat some Pizza as the scene fades to a black screen.