Post by Jason Cashe on Jul 14, 2012 23:51:14 GMT -4
Jason Kash: Why are we here, what is this place?
A titty club. A snatch palace. Many names have been used to describe a Strip Club. Kash called them Nudity Bars because most also like drinking as they watch the women do their thing. He had been in a Nudity bar plenty of times but never for a meeting. He felt he owed that to the man who bailed him out of Jail. A day after being released, the charges were dropped but Kash still had a thing or two to say about the bitch who pressed charges to begin with.
Sitting at a table next to Stage B of the club, a topless waitress approaches with a smile on her face but nobody ever notices the smile. Not in a place like this. Tidus wearing a casual suit has his leg crossed over as if he's holding up to a certain image. Kash views him as a Da-Oush. After making a brief order to the Waitress, she walks away and Tidus smiles and looks over at Kash before leaning up and starting up the conversation.
Tidus Howe: You like? I own this club, excuse me..WE own this club! If you want a piece of it anyways.
Jason Kash: What? Why would you offer me a "piece" of this business? Do I look like some sucker who invests with some bogus idea because you bailed me out? I'll pay you your money back, this was a waste of time...
Starting to rise from his chair, Kash is grabbed by the forearm by Tidus. A concern in his eyes and he motions for Kash to take a seat. From his inner pocket of his suit vest, Tidus pulls out a piece of paper and slides it over to Kash. He takes it and slowly returns to his seat. Looking at the paper, his shoulders shrug as he looks back over to Tidus.
Jason Kash: You're talking baseball? What the fuck is this?
Tidus Howe: It's our enterprise! Look I'll give it to you straight Jason..I love Pro Wrestling, anything where it's competition among talent. I'm a wealthy man so I'm not looking to profit off your name at all. Now you might not be my first choice based on talent but you know you're not the best at anything inside the ring, just really good at most of it. However you have an "IT" factor that people love or love to hate. It's Influence and people see it everyday from you.
Jason Kash: So what? I hate rich kids like you who think you can throw your money around and buy importance. Reminds me of the last leech that tried to attach themselves to me. At least she had the decency to take her clothes off...If you try, I will be put right back in Jail..Look man, I appreciate the outing, I even appreciate the attempt but I've got a match to win in a few days. I have a Bad Season to turn around and I maybe figured you could help but I was wrong..I just want to face Bailey one more time.
Tidus Howe: Exactly. Turn around this "Bad" Season. See that's your problem right there! You had one bad season before correct? Were you trying to fit a corporate image then as well? Trying to be a team player to something that doesn't give the same loyalty? Nobody's arguing APW is the top of the ladder but Asylum has never been given a real shot. With you at the Top of the Show, talent POURED into the roster right? Now it has people like Callahan who defaces what Asylum stands for and Anthony Bailey who appeals to a more non-violence crowd of people. Is that what Asylum needs?
Jason Kash: Don't tell me what Asylum needs. What Asylum needs is bloodshed. No happy go lucky assholes trying to "Change" the name of the game because they'll get whats coming to them in due time. Thumped to the head and close to dead but I'll get to that, this right now is about preventing any progress to a shit start to the Season of J.A.S.O.N. and winning this match can make that first right turn.
Leaning across the table, Tidus lightly taps Kash against the cheek and laughs loudly as the next girl steps out from behind the curtains for her dance. Tidus pulls out a wad of singles and hands half to Kash. Not interested in the show right now, Kash side tosses the wad of money onto the stage and Tidus looks like all the fun had been withdrawn from the night. He folds his handful and pockets it before scooting closer to Kash.
Tidus Howe: Listen, if you want to fix your situation, I can help you. It's not rocket science my friend but if I'm to help, I need to have your trust. I have your best interests and am not some typical friend you've had in the past. I won't get greedy because I will gain something from this as well. See I like the weird and twisted. Not really High Class or fitting to my financial social level. I as you would say enjoy Shitting on the competition and I rather enjoy the way you do it as well. Regardless if people like you or dislike you, you are you inside and out. I can get you on the right track Jason, I can get you looking at a Great Season!
Jason Kash: Why me? Aside from being one belt away from Triple Crowning Asylum, why me when the talent pool of youngsters is so stacked!
Tidus Howe: We're peas in a pod! We have the same sense of humor and mindset on reality. You are not a man of book smarts, never educated to intelligence but you have a great sense of intellect and with that comes Common Sense. That's from experience, nothing that came from a book. It's what has made you a World Champion not once but twice in APW. Now as far as young talent goes? Of course I'm looking into another name for this thing. However you have to secure a veteran before anything of this nature can be taken serious. So...Whadd'ya say? This is my story...I want you apart of it!
The topless waitress approaches the table with a tray. It has two fruity fucking drinks and a glass of Ice Water that Kash ordered. Mr. Howe goes right into downing one of the rainbow colored drinks. Kash giving him an awkward stare as he gulps it down.
Jason Kash: Your story? Are you writing a book? This involves me, it's my story too dick! Listen we can talk business but right now I only care about getting another match with Anthony Bailey. Right now I have to become #1 Contender to do that.
Tidus Howe: So you want to be a 3 time Champion huh? What I would give to roll around with Sally Talfourd! Do you think she'd get drunk with me? Nevermind, can't step on my partners toes!
Jason Kash: (Sighs) If it means getting Anthony Bailey in the ring one more time? You bet your spoiled rich ass I have to be #1 Contender. Callahan can run his trap, act like he's the one being dodged. I am what this Show is all about and that's Wrestling Violence. Chairs on occasion, these fists daily. I'll bring violence back to Asylum before this goodie two shoes shit takes over completely. From TapOut to World Title we have a bunch of blue collar assholes who trot around like their shit don't stink.
Tidus Howe: But yours does? Your shit that is...it does stink?
Jason Kash: Perv much? I'm out of here. Need to go pretend to be cool and light up some toke. These smoke machines in here making me see Bongs in place of Boobies. I'll give you a call though..
Tidus Howe stands up and extends a Hand across the table. Kash firmly takes it and shakes it, they nod at each other. Kash looking over at the next dancer coming onto the stage. He falls into a drawn out gaze as he watches her "bounce" across the stage as she approaches the Pole. Wiping the corner of his mouth, Kash grabs his beanie from the table and exits the building slowly. Eyes staring back at the stage, Tidus Howe laughing at Jason reacting to the very attractive stripper.
Outside, Kash stumbles around towards the open parking lot. Filled with loose gravel, he kicks up some dust as he thinks about the female. His thoughts fill with all sorts of things. Tidus Howe, The Season that thus far has been terrible, the stripper, this "enterprise" that looks like a great idea but without the proper details still seems fishy. All these things are small matters, what is firstly important is the upcoming match at Asylum. He stops and pulls from his pocket a nice but bent up joint. He flicks open the zippo from the same pocket and sparks up. Taking the given free time to speak to his remaining fan base.
Jason Kash: I was on YouTube yesterday night and came across the funniest shit. There are two different "Rappers" out there using my name. One black dude who totally jacks the style with Jason Kash as his Stage Name. The other a mexican dude who goes by JKash. Funny right? I've had a guy in Pro Wrestling get contracts using my name and even my moves. He emulated everything. Now most people might ask why me? Why jack something from me? I thought it over myself because if I was the swagger jacking kind of guy I'd jack Level One's persona. That's just me though. Then after much thought it hit me...Influence.
See throughout my career including here in APW I've been consistently good. Not the best Wrestler, not the best looking, or even the best talker. What I do have is a presence that brings people's attention to where I'm at. So this match to crown the Number One Contender...I'm the perfect fit because ON Asylum you find Professional Wrestling Violence! Not some clean cut bullshit that Callahan, Bailey, Farquhar promote themselves as being. That's fine and dandy for Overdrive but Asylum will NOT become a PG13 program..Not with me on the roster.
"The American Hero"! You're being ducked? By who? Who was it that started numerous twitter back and forths? Who was it that took a deuce on your Limo with only a Crash to the Main Event of Asylum as a returning favor? You've never ONCE stated that you wanted your shot. You attacked with numbers and defended against second class talent like Calvin Ingram, whats next Mike Morrison? Farquhar runs his mouth too but he does it so that he feels better about himself. Not that he actually believes his own praise. You beat Anthony Bailey when he was looking at a higher platform to stand on. What else have you even done other than drink tea? Shut the fuck up until you've proven otherwise, Quintessential THIS!
Kash adjusts his junk, lifting his left leg to adjust. He pulls in a lungful and releases a cloud of smoke that gets snatched up by the cool night air and blown away.
Jason Kash: As for Sally? Well I've always thought of her the same as she does me. I hate to like her. Her style, her ability, and to imagine a penis in her mouth just somehow works for the spank bank. Different story though for a different time. This is make it or break it, I'm coming for whats been my definition...Wrestling Violence.
He flicks off the roach sized end of the joint and heads in the direction of his vehicle as the scene goes to a black fade.
A titty club. A snatch palace. Many names have been used to describe a Strip Club. Kash called them Nudity Bars because most also like drinking as they watch the women do their thing. He had been in a Nudity bar plenty of times but never for a meeting. He felt he owed that to the man who bailed him out of Jail. A day after being released, the charges were dropped but Kash still had a thing or two to say about the bitch who pressed charges to begin with.
Sitting at a table next to Stage B of the club, a topless waitress approaches with a smile on her face but nobody ever notices the smile. Not in a place like this. Tidus wearing a casual suit has his leg crossed over as if he's holding up to a certain image. Kash views him as a Da-Oush. After making a brief order to the Waitress, she walks away and Tidus smiles and looks over at Kash before leaning up and starting up the conversation.
Tidus Howe: You like? I own this club, excuse me..WE own this club! If you want a piece of it anyways.
Jason Kash: What? Why would you offer me a "piece" of this business? Do I look like some sucker who invests with some bogus idea because you bailed me out? I'll pay you your money back, this was a waste of time...
Starting to rise from his chair, Kash is grabbed by the forearm by Tidus. A concern in his eyes and he motions for Kash to take a seat. From his inner pocket of his suit vest, Tidus pulls out a piece of paper and slides it over to Kash. He takes it and slowly returns to his seat. Looking at the paper, his shoulders shrug as he looks back over to Tidus.
Jason Kash: You're talking baseball? What the fuck is this?
Tidus Howe: It's our enterprise! Look I'll give it to you straight Jason..I love Pro Wrestling, anything where it's competition among talent. I'm a wealthy man so I'm not looking to profit off your name at all. Now you might not be my first choice based on talent but you know you're not the best at anything inside the ring, just really good at most of it. However you have an "IT" factor that people love or love to hate. It's Influence and people see it everyday from you.
Jason Kash: So what? I hate rich kids like you who think you can throw your money around and buy importance. Reminds me of the last leech that tried to attach themselves to me. At least she had the decency to take her clothes off...If you try, I will be put right back in Jail..Look man, I appreciate the outing, I even appreciate the attempt but I've got a match to win in a few days. I have a Bad Season to turn around and I maybe figured you could help but I was wrong..I just want to face Bailey one more time.
Tidus Howe: Exactly. Turn around this "Bad" Season. See that's your problem right there! You had one bad season before correct? Were you trying to fit a corporate image then as well? Trying to be a team player to something that doesn't give the same loyalty? Nobody's arguing APW is the top of the ladder but Asylum has never been given a real shot. With you at the Top of the Show, talent POURED into the roster right? Now it has people like Callahan who defaces what Asylum stands for and Anthony Bailey who appeals to a more non-violence crowd of people. Is that what Asylum needs?
Jason Kash: Don't tell me what Asylum needs. What Asylum needs is bloodshed. No happy go lucky assholes trying to "Change" the name of the game because they'll get whats coming to them in due time. Thumped to the head and close to dead but I'll get to that, this right now is about preventing any progress to a shit start to the Season of J.A.S.O.N. and winning this match can make that first right turn.
Leaning across the table, Tidus lightly taps Kash against the cheek and laughs loudly as the next girl steps out from behind the curtains for her dance. Tidus pulls out a wad of singles and hands half to Kash. Not interested in the show right now, Kash side tosses the wad of money onto the stage and Tidus looks like all the fun had been withdrawn from the night. He folds his handful and pockets it before scooting closer to Kash.
Tidus Howe: Listen, if you want to fix your situation, I can help you. It's not rocket science my friend but if I'm to help, I need to have your trust. I have your best interests and am not some typical friend you've had in the past. I won't get greedy because I will gain something from this as well. See I like the weird and twisted. Not really High Class or fitting to my financial social level. I as you would say enjoy Shitting on the competition and I rather enjoy the way you do it as well. Regardless if people like you or dislike you, you are you inside and out. I can get you on the right track Jason, I can get you looking at a Great Season!
Jason Kash: Why me? Aside from being one belt away from Triple Crowning Asylum, why me when the talent pool of youngsters is so stacked!
Tidus Howe: We're peas in a pod! We have the same sense of humor and mindset on reality. You are not a man of book smarts, never educated to intelligence but you have a great sense of intellect and with that comes Common Sense. That's from experience, nothing that came from a book. It's what has made you a World Champion not once but twice in APW. Now as far as young talent goes? Of course I'm looking into another name for this thing. However you have to secure a veteran before anything of this nature can be taken serious. So...Whadd'ya say? This is my story...I want you apart of it!
The topless waitress approaches the table with a tray. It has two fruity fucking drinks and a glass of Ice Water that Kash ordered. Mr. Howe goes right into downing one of the rainbow colored drinks. Kash giving him an awkward stare as he gulps it down.
Jason Kash: Your story? Are you writing a book? This involves me, it's my story too dick! Listen we can talk business but right now I only care about getting another match with Anthony Bailey. Right now I have to become #1 Contender to do that.
Tidus Howe: So you want to be a 3 time Champion huh? What I would give to roll around with Sally Talfourd! Do you think she'd get drunk with me? Nevermind, can't step on my partners toes!
Jason Kash: (Sighs) If it means getting Anthony Bailey in the ring one more time? You bet your spoiled rich ass I have to be #1 Contender. Callahan can run his trap, act like he's the one being dodged. I am what this Show is all about and that's Wrestling Violence. Chairs on occasion, these fists daily. I'll bring violence back to Asylum before this goodie two shoes shit takes over completely. From TapOut to World Title we have a bunch of blue collar assholes who trot around like their shit don't stink.
Tidus Howe: But yours does? Your shit that is...it does stink?
Jason Kash: Perv much? I'm out of here. Need to go pretend to be cool and light up some toke. These smoke machines in here making me see Bongs in place of Boobies. I'll give you a call though..
Tidus Howe stands up and extends a Hand across the table. Kash firmly takes it and shakes it, they nod at each other. Kash looking over at the next dancer coming onto the stage. He falls into a drawn out gaze as he watches her "bounce" across the stage as she approaches the Pole. Wiping the corner of his mouth, Kash grabs his beanie from the table and exits the building slowly. Eyes staring back at the stage, Tidus Howe laughing at Jason reacting to the very attractive stripper.
Outside, Kash stumbles around towards the open parking lot. Filled with loose gravel, he kicks up some dust as he thinks about the female. His thoughts fill with all sorts of things. Tidus Howe, The Season that thus far has been terrible, the stripper, this "enterprise" that looks like a great idea but without the proper details still seems fishy. All these things are small matters, what is firstly important is the upcoming match at Asylum. He stops and pulls from his pocket a nice but bent up joint. He flicks open the zippo from the same pocket and sparks up. Taking the given free time to speak to his remaining fan base.
Jason Kash: I was on YouTube yesterday night and came across the funniest shit. There are two different "Rappers" out there using my name. One black dude who totally jacks the style with Jason Kash as his Stage Name. The other a mexican dude who goes by JKash. Funny right? I've had a guy in Pro Wrestling get contracts using my name and even my moves. He emulated everything. Now most people might ask why me? Why jack something from me? I thought it over myself because if I was the swagger jacking kind of guy I'd jack Level One's persona. That's just me though. Then after much thought it hit me...Influence.
See throughout my career including here in APW I've been consistently good. Not the best Wrestler, not the best looking, or even the best talker. What I do have is a presence that brings people's attention to where I'm at. So this match to crown the Number One Contender...I'm the perfect fit because ON Asylum you find Professional Wrestling Violence! Not some clean cut bullshit that Callahan, Bailey, Farquhar promote themselves as being. That's fine and dandy for Overdrive but Asylum will NOT become a PG13 program..Not with me on the roster.
"The American Hero"! You're being ducked? By who? Who was it that started numerous twitter back and forths? Who was it that took a deuce on your Limo with only a Crash to the Main Event of Asylum as a returning favor? You've never ONCE stated that you wanted your shot. You attacked with numbers and defended against second class talent like Calvin Ingram, whats next Mike Morrison? Farquhar runs his mouth too but he does it so that he feels better about himself. Not that he actually believes his own praise. You beat Anthony Bailey when he was looking at a higher platform to stand on. What else have you even done other than drink tea? Shut the fuck up until you've proven otherwise, Quintessential THIS!
Kash adjusts his junk, lifting his left leg to adjust. He pulls in a lungful and releases a cloud of smoke that gets snatched up by the cool night air and blown away.
Jason Kash: As for Sally? Well I've always thought of her the same as she does me. I hate to like her. Her style, her ability, and to imagine a penis in her mouth just somehow works for the spank bank. Different story though for a different time. This is make it or break it, I'm coming for whats been my definition...Wrestling Violence.
He flicks off the roach sized end of the joint and heads in the direction of his vehicle as the scene goes to a black fade.
