Post by Jason Cashe on Jul 20, 2012 4:00:06 GMT -4
Tidus Howe: Are you okay, you sound a bit off..
Jason Kash: I'm fine, just tired. Look, I need a few days alright? I want to do this on my own, give it one more chance. I can beat this shit.
Tidus Howe: But you're not alone Jason. I can help you! Listen, you haven't seen who I really am just yet. I'm coming to Asylum, I have a plan for something very nice!
Jason Kash: I am not cutting no damn interview, Jack Spade is a nag!
Tidus Howe: Yes I know that. Just trust me. Hey, I also found the address to Juan Ramirez. That guy who mentors or trains Bailey and Hopkins. Yeah, got his gym where he trains and his home address. Want me to send it your way?
Jason Kash: No, I'll get it from you later. I can't stop thinking about this dream I had last time I slept. That and this match with Hopkins and Sykes. This damn Season better come 360 before this match or I'm gonna be pissed off. I'm going to...ARGHHH!!!
Tidus Howe: Calm down damn, what are you 230 soaking wet? You scream and growl like a Gorilla! Channel that rage and anger, use it to locate whats needed to have the success you want to achieve. Winning with Violence is about how far a man will go before remorse kicks in, have none and the sky is the limit.
Jason Kash: You're right..I've gotta go, I need to put some shit on wax. I'll see you at Asylum..Peace!
Tidus Howe: Bu--
His cell phone shuts and lands on the sofa cushion. Kash begins to pace. Something done often and usually came with a Blunt or two being smoked down to a stub. he puts on his thinking cap, his mind racing as thoughts vary, some good others not so good. He hadn't slept in 22 hours now, his eyes would be bloodshot without the weed, the bags under his eyes showed his energy being drained from his body. He was sluggish but this was something that only lasted a few weeks. He knew this would pass and during the day he took a few 5 Hour Energy shots and was good to go.
It was early in the morning, the sun hadn't risen but he could hear a few birds whistling outside his basement window. Ashes gathering at his feet as he paces back and forth, right to left almost unknowingly to him he does this. As if in a trance he puffs away on the blunt. His pace stops, standing in one spot his head rises, his eyes slowly lifting at the camera. A smile breaks across his face, his missing two teeth show clearly as he shoves his tongue and tongue piercing through the gap. With a quick leap, Kash snatches the head of the camera and whips it up close to his face, his eyes wide as his smile turns grim.
Jason Kash: Sally Talfourd...Not the first thing you thought I'd say? Well it's a name mentioned during this little spat that Jair and myself have had. Waiting on Sykes to give his two cents on this match could take forever. I feel like my days never end when nightfall comes. Waiting for paint to dry can be the difference between my killing someone out of rage or me running my head into a brick wall. So here I am!
He smiles real big as if glad to be here. Turning his head, he takes a deep inhale off the blunt and blows it to the upper left of the camera view. Thick white cloud flows and can often be cool to watch float around above you. He begins to move his nose around like the witch from Bewitched just slower, his nostrils flair out.
Jason Kash: Can you see up my nose? Do I have boogers? Twitter me if you see boogers people, I'll be here all week! What was I saying before? Oh yeah, Sally Talfourd. Jair Jair my friend, you seem to think losing to a woman like Sally is like getting beat up by some petite little female and you'd be so wrong to think that. Ask your boy Bailey if he thinks he has Sally in the bag. Ask our other, less important competitor, Johnny Sykes what losing to Sally Talfourd can do to you.
Ask the multiple people she has battled and beaten, becoming Undisputed Champion and a goddamn Future Hall Of Famer. Losing to her is an honor because she lays it all on the line. You take her lightly and it's lights out, good night folks for you. Yeah she beat me, I've beaten her but until YOU beat someone, anyone on that level..Don't CLOWN someone for losing because after Shockwave..You'll have to explain to Bailey how he himself lost to that same female and became the shortest reigning World Champion in APW History. Heh..Hi Sally!
The popping sound of his mouth as it sucks in smoke from the blunt is the only sound being made inside the basement. It echos a bit even. As he blows out the lungful, he walks away from the camera and leans over a table to put out the blunt. He waves the camera to come to him and it does.
Jason Kash: It was like one of those Tyler Perry movies. A special moment of wisdom being given from a watered down man who has the EXACT answers that Jair Jair Binks needs in order to overcome his challenge! WOW! That deserves an Emmy, move over Breaking Bad! Since you like giving that touching moment, let me be the first to tell you. You're last name ain't Jefferson and I'll be DAMNED if you're gonna be Movin' On Up on my time, in that ring. My experience won't let that happen, there is no ego here Hopkins. What you see is experience, that's something that can't be taught with Educated friends like Anthony Bailey. He got his shots in and got ahead. Good for him, we'll get together again and guess what? BET shit will go down different..
Bailey here isn't whats to be discussed though, you can hug his nuts on your own time. This is my time to change around a Bad Season. You and Sykes become the two unlucky bastards who get to be placed inside the ring when that change occurs. You have high hopes? Won't back down? Great, I'd hope everyone in this business would have those qualities otherwise why be here at all? I like to get high, I never back down..Blah, blah, blah. What I won't do is, I won't be that guy who made it to the top and fell off the mountain completely. I'm reinstating Wrestling Violence to Asylum and Callahan is the goal to that achievement. Triple Crown for Asylum is my future and nobody, surely not some noob and some slacking off indie talent will stop me from getting to that goal.
Sykes is a Cock, there I said it.(Hi Hart!) Making us wait on you like you're some female getting dressed for the Prom. Are you mad? That you have failed at being relevant, are you mad? I'm sure by now you've at least asked yourself why you're overlooked by everyone on the roster. Could it be because a loss to Sally washed away any potential you might have had in people's eyes? Maybe it's because when people see you, they see a guy who is Main Eventing some Independent Show and not in the land of the Sharks.
Pitbulls to Great Whites. You're this hyper guy, bouncing around from corner to corner but what is it that makes you different? Once someone gets their hands on you, it's end game, game the fuck over! Video Games teaches you what that means and so does your win/loss record. Do I think you're talented? Yeah but talent only goes so far before heart and compassion, key elements in survival come into play. You have neither and will be gone within the month..You'll be a simple solution, one that won't take too much to overcome.
Pulling off his shirt, Kash begins to undress. He gets down to his white Boxer briefs before grabbing a Blue Jumpsuit off the right of the screen. He buttons up each button and finally comes to a standing position again, now dressed in a workman's jumpsuit.
Jason Kash: The real opponent here is Jair. I won't deny that he's got a nice cross over and if this was the NBA he'd be a bigger name but this isn't. This is Professional Wrestling and the difference with this than being on the streets is you can't pretend to be tough with a gun in your hand. I've survived the streets, I've bled in the streets and earned in the streets and you look the role but lack the mustard to have really lived it. You sold a dime or two and that's where your cred ends, it's okay to admit, there are plenty of poser ass dudes out there in Rap Music right now. Last Name Ever, First Name Greatest...
Just dumb asses trying to feed off the stereotypes that are welcomed by the race. You strike me as someone with more common sense than Young Mannie but that's giving credit to a Monkey for eating a Banana. Then after going back and seeing some of your older stuff on Meltdown I realized I could be wrong. Maybe it's just that you have a better grasp on words than he does. Calling yourself a "True G" What...The...Fuck? Srrious? I'm sure you can google it but do you even know where sagging your pants originated from?
Tell me you don't wear skinny jeans and your waistline is at your lower thighs? Oh man..I don't know if I can match up to that Thug Shit, yous hard right thurr my homie! Word. Pah-Leese dude, I can stroll through your "Hood" and find out your "Street Cred" is Will Smith bad. Jay-Z claimed to be Hood too, he came from the Hood but it took big names to DIE before anybody cared. Before their death he was just their opening act. After this match, you'll remain as such while I go on to reclaim success.
He smiles and tilts his head slowly. Then he straightens it out and finally tilts it to the left and stares into the camera with these crazy expression on his face.
Jason Kash: I need a Doctor..Something has to explain these thoughts in my head. These fantasies I am having while awake. When I see people walking by, I think bad thoughts. Last time I slept I had a dream of slicing Tasha's throat. Bailey handcuffed and watching me do it as I cheered myself on with chants of "KILL SHIT KASH" but it wasn't my voice screaming but the fans who chanted it as I sliced the big kitchen knife across her skin. It dragged a bit, pulling some parts before ripping. Bailey cried in horror, pleaded with me, begged and all I could do was laugh and chant. Seems to be fitting that I play into these thoughts a little right...
He reaches to the same place off screen and pulls in a newer Modeled Michael Myers mask. He looks into the mask's eyes and slowly a smile cracks from his lips. He pulls it up over his head before his voice is heard again, this time a tad bit muffled from the mask.
Jason Kash: I'm not a bad guy but I will do bad things because I have no remorse for competition. Johnny Sykes, Jair Hopkins. You get to experience this flood gate of anger inside of me growing with each passing day. This rage that wants to unload and help return Violence to a Show that is almost without any now. This might just be what I was meant to do at this moment, be that face, that person to return Asylum to what is was grown to be. This Bad Season won't be in my defeat but my return to Violent Nature. The return to what I do best and that's murder the competition. Violence is coming back to Asylum...I'll see to that first hand..
Jason Kash: I'm fine, just tired. Look, I need a few days alright? I want to do this on my own, give it one more chance. I can beat this shit.
Tidus Howe: But you're not alone Jason. I can help you! Listen, you haven't seen who I really am just yet. I'm coming to Asylum, I have a plan for something very nice!
Jason Kash: I am not cutting no damn interview, Jack Spade is a nag!
Tidus Howe: Yes I know that. Just trust me. Hey, I also found the address to Juan Ramirez. That guy who mentors or trains Bailey and Hopkins. Yeah, got his gym where he trains and his home address. Want me to send it your way?
Jason Kash: No, I'll get it from you later. I can't stop thinking about this dream I had last time I slept. That and this match with Hopkins and Sykes. This damn Season better come 360 before this match or I'm gonna be pissed off. I'm going to...ARGHHH!!!
Tidus Howe: Calm down damn, what are you 230 soaking wet? You scream and growl like a Gorilla! Channel that rage and anger, use it to locate whats needed to have the success you want to achieve. Winning with Violence is about how far a man will go before remorse kicks in, have none and the sky is the limit.
Jason Kash: You're right..I've gotta go, I need to put some shit on wax. I'll see you at Asylum..Peace!
Tidus Howe: Bu--
His cell phone shuts and lands on the sofa cushion. Kash begins to pace. Something done often and usually came with a Blunt or two being smoked down to a stub. he puts on his thinking cap, his mind racing as thoughts vary, some good others not so good. He hadn't slept in 22 hours now, his eyes would be bloodshot without the weed, the bags under his eyes showed his energy being drained from his body. He was sluggish but this was something that only lasted a few weeks. He knew this would pass and during the day he took a few 5 Hour Energy shots and was good to go.
It was early in the morning, the sun hadn't risen but he could hear a few birds whistling outside his basement window. Ashes gathering at his feet as he paces back and forth, right to left almost unknowingly to him he does this. As if in a trance he puffs away on the blunt. His pace stops, standing in one spot his head rises, his eyes slowly lifting at the camera. A smile breaks across his face, his missing two teeth show clearly as he shoves his tongue and tongue piercing through the gap. With a quick leap, Kash snatches the head of the camera and whips it up close to his face, his eyes wide as his smile turns grim.
Jason Kash: Sally Talfourd...Not the first thing you thought I'd say? Well it's a name mentioned during this little spat that Jair and myself have had. Waiting on Sykes to give his two cents on this match could take forever. I feel like my days never end when nightfall comes. Waiting for paint to dry can be the difference between my killing someone out of rage or me running my head into a brick wall. So here I am!
He smiles real big as if glad to be here. Turning his head, he takes a deep inhale off the blunt and blows it to the upper left of the camera view. Thick white cloud flows and can often be cool to watch float around above you. He begins to move his nose around like the witch from Bewitched just slower, his nostrils flair out.
Jason Kash: Can you see up my nose? Do I have boogers? Twitter me if you see boogers people, I'll be here all week! What was I saying before? Oh yeah, Sally Talfourd. Jair Jair my friend, you seem to think losing to a woman like Sally is like getting beat up by some petite little female and you'd be so wrong to think that. Ask your boy Bailey if he thinks he has Sally in the bag. Ask our other, less important competitor, Johnny Sykes what losing to Sally Talfourd can do to you.
Ask the multiple people she has battled and beaten, becoming Undisputed Champion and a goddamn Future Hall Of Famer. Losing to her is an honor because she lays it all on the line. You take her lightly and it's lights out, good night folks for you. Yeah she beat me, I've beaten her but until YOU beat someone, anyone on that level..Don't CLOWN someone for losing because after Shockwave..You'll have to explain to Bailey how he himself lost to that same female and became the shortest reigning World Champion in APW History. Heh..Hi Sally!
The popping sound of his mouth as it sucks in smoke from the blunt is the only sound being made inside the basement. It echos a bit even. As he blows out the lungful, he walks away from the camera and leans over a table to put out the blunt. He waves the camera to come to him and it does.
Jason Kash: It was like one of those Tyler Perry movies. A special moment of wisdom being given from a watered down man who has the EXACT answers that Jair Jair Binks needs in order to overcome his challenge! WOW! That deserves an Emmy, move over Breaking Bad! Since you like giving that touching moment, let me be the first to tell you. You're last name ain't Jefferson and I'll be DAMNED if you're gonna be Movin' On Up on my time, in that ring. My experience won't let that happen, there is no ego here Hopkins. What you see is experience, that's something that can't be taught with Educated friends like Anthony Bailey. He got his shots in and got ahead. Good for him, we'll get together again and guess what? BET shit will go down different..
Bailey here isn't whats to be discussed though, you can hug his nuts on your own time. This is my time to change around a Bad Season. You and Sykes become the two unlucky bastards who get to be placed inside the ring when that change occurs. You have high hopes? Won't back down? Great, I'd hope everyone in this business would have those qualities otherwise why be here at all? I like to get high, I never back down..Blah, blah, blah. What I won't do is, I won't be that guy who made it to the top and fell off the mountain completely. I'm reinstating Wrestling Violence to Asylum and Callahan is the goal to that achievement. Triple Crown for Asylum is my future and nobody, surely not some noob and some slacking off indie talent will stop me from getting to that goal.
Sykes is a Cock, there I said it.(Hi Hart!) Making us wait on you like you're some female getting dressed for the Prom. Are you mad? That you have failed at being relevant, are you mad? I'm sure by now you've at least asked yourself why you're overlooked by everyone on the roster. Could it be because a loss to Sally washed away any potential you might have had in people's eyes? Maybe it's because when people see you, they see a guy who is Main Eventing some Independent Show and not in the land of the Sharks.
Pitbulls to Great Whites. You're this hyper guy, bouncing around from corner to corner but what is it that makes you different? Once someone gets their hands on you, it's end game, game the fuck over! Video Games teaches you what that means and so does your win/loss record. Do I think you're talented? Yeah but talent only goes so far before heart and compassion, key elements in survival come into play. You have neither and will be gone within the month..You'll be a simple solution, one that won't take too much to overcome.
Pulling off his shirt, Kash begins to undress. He gets down to his white Boxer briefs before grabbing a Blue Jumpsuit off the right of the screen. He buttons up each button and finally comes to a standing position again, now dressed in a workman's jumpsuit.
Jason Kash: The real opponent here is Jair. I won't deny that he's got a nice cross over and if this was the NBA he'd be a bigger name but this isn't. This is Professional Wrestling and the difference with this than being on the streets is you can't pretend to be tough with a gun in your hand. I've survived the streets, I've bled in the streets and earned in the streets and you look the role but lack the mustard to have really lived it. You sold a dime or two and that's where your cred ends, it's okay to admit, there are plenty of poser ass dudes out there in Rap Music right now. Last Name Ever, First Name Greatest...
Just dumb asses trying to feed off the stereotypes that are welcomed by the race. You strike me as someone with more common sense than Young Mannie but that's giving credit to a Monkey for eating a Banana. Then after going back and seeing some of your older stuff on Meltdown I realized I could be wrong. Maybe it's just that you have a better grasp on words than he does. Calling yourself a "True G" What...The...Fuck? Srrious? I'm sure you can google it but do you even know where sagging your pants originated from?
Tell me you don't wear skinny jeans and your waistline is at your lower thighs? Oh man..I don't know if I can match up to that Thug Shit, yous hard right thurr my homie! Word. Pah-Leese dude, I can stroll through your "Hood" and find out your "Street Cred" is Will Smith bad. Jay-Z claimed to be Hood too, he came from the Hood but it took big names to DIE before anybody cared. Before their death he was just their opening act. After this match, you'll remain as such while I go on to reclaim success.
He smiles and tilts his head slowly. Then he straightens it out and finally tilts it to the left and stares into the camera with these crazy expression on his face.
Jason Kash: I need a Doctor..Something has to explain these thoughts in my head. These fantasies I am having while awake. When I see people walking by, I think bad thoughts. Last time I slept I had a dream of slicing Tasha's throat. Bailey handcuffed and watching me do it as I cheered myself on with chants of "KILL SHIT KASH" but it wasn't my voice screaming but the fans who chanted it as I sliced the big kitchen knife across her skin. It dragged a bit, pulling some parts before ripping. Bailey cried in horror, pleaded with me, begged and all I could do was laugh and chant. Seems to be fitting that I play into these thoughts a little right...
He reaches to the same place off screen and pulls in a newer Modeled Michael Myers mask. He looks into the mask's eyes and slowly a smile cracks from his lips. He pulls it up over his head before his voice is heard again, this time a tad bit muffled from the mask.
Jason Kash: I'm not a bad guy but I will do bad things because I have no remorse for competition. Johnny Sykes, Jair Hopkins. You get to experience this flood gate of anger inside of me growing with each passing day. This rage that wants to unload and help return Violence to a Show that is almost without any now. This might just be what I was meant to do at this moment, be that face, that person to return Asylum to what is was grown to be. This Bad Season won't be in my defeat but my return to Violent Nature. The return to what I do best and that's murder the competition. Violence is coming back to Asylum...I'll see to that first hand..
