Post by Jason Cashe on Aug 2, 2012 4:49:17 GMT -4
Sometimes things don't always go as you plan. Clearly that can be said about Jason Kash's career since Test For The Best. He's lost almost everything but the little bit of reputation he still has. That was to change. He had at least become one of three men to be crowned the #1 Contender to the Pro Life Championship. Knowing they were going to book a TLC Match was both a surprise and something he smiled about getting to be apart of. Kash wanted to bring back the violence in Professional Wrestling or at the very least, in Asylum.
During the last Asylum he cleared all things of the past from his mind. No longer being bothered with losing the World Title. No longer using his past reigns as Tag Champs or TapOut Champion as a means to rub his own ego. He cherished those moments but reliving them in his thoughts didn't make them reappear. If he was to return his name to Championship gold and Headlines then he'd need to do it in a different manner than before. He needed to bring back the Violence in Wrestling. He wanted to showcase his new outlook on life, face the unexpected and experience the pain from both his opponents and himself. He hungered for the pain and was damn well going to put himself in position to find his craving and fill it.
Jason Kash: I need a Doctor. Maybe they can help me clear things up a bit..
Tidus Howe: You need a Doctor? My hand fucking hurts. Do you know I use this hand for everything? Wiping my ass hurts because of this "Loyalty" program you think we should have. What are we a fucking Bank?
Jason Kash: Just shut up..Fuck man! Can you get me in to see a shrink or what?
Tidus Howe: I got something better in mind actually, I know someone who might be able to help you from experience with being a little "Mad"..
Jason Kash: Why do I feel like I should be worried?
Looking out over the steep hillsides of San Francisco, Kash seems to be staring out his hotel room window. Most people looking out a window don't usually see the glass at all and here he was stuck in a daze and focusing on the glass itself. His hand aches and he clinches it and holds it up. Taped from the Loyalty Ritual on Asylum. Tidus Howe wasn't expecting to shed his own blood but in a way has done nothing but brag about it since it happened. Only when Kash leaves the conversation open does Tidus complain about it.
Learning quickly to fade out Tidus when he complains is something Kash picked up pretty fast. He was cool though and now he was officially the Public Relations Manager to Jason Kash. Tidus Howe feels involved and knows he can be trusted. What he didn't want is for Kash to head back to Meltdown. He didn't approve of Kash going to fight Yarmouth, even accepting the challenge seemed a bit risky. Coming into the connecting doors to the two rooms, Tidus Howe is giggling to himself holding up a bucket full of single shot alcohol bottles. When he sees Kash, he sets the bucket down and asks a question on his own mind.
Tidus Howe: So let me ask you something and don't get mad alright? Why Yarmouth? Why someone who not only out weighs you but stands at a higher height than you as well?
Jason Kash: He put down the challenge, I want to fight more. If I'm consistently busy, I'm consistently growing. Seeing my own mistakes and filling this hunger to push Wrestling Violence. Yarmouth is a test just in his size, I want that test. He came to Asylum to check things out, he wants to be on that roster but promotes Meltdown as being the best in APW. Lets test the theory..
Tidus Howe: Well I just think this is an unnecessary risk...If he beats you by chance then you've lost yet another match on Meltdown.
Jason Kash: I really wasn't apart of that first match, I mean I started it but Evan Envi and I got into it and brawled out. That fucker is someone else still on my list.
Tidus Howe: Wait, you have a list?
Jason Kash: Not a pen to paper list but there are a few people I want to tag up with my fist engraved to their foreheads. Bailey being a obvious one, Callahan, and right now Yarmouth. I wouldn't have accepted this dude's open challenge if I didn't think it'd make money for APW as a whole.
Tidus Howe: But why promote Meltdown? It's the development league? Nothing serves you to have a loss there..
Jason Kash: What you think I can't beat Yarmouth Bliz-aid?
Tidus Howe: Heh..Wh-what? Did you go Snoop Dogg on me? Fa Shizzle Dizzle!
Jason Kash: You shouldn't do that, you sound like a drag queen. I'm really wanting to smoke man...Go find me some green, don't bring it here though. Hide it somewhere and you'll take me later. Chicken shits like Callahan or Bailey will call the Police first chance if I'm breaking the law again on camera. That's another reason I want to get in the ring with Yarmouth, at least I know I'm not competing against a snitch, a coward. Yarmouth is a good dude from what I've seen, nothing personal against him but if I can't push out remorse and return to my old self then I'm no better than I was before..Will you do that?
Tidus Howe: Yeah man...I can do that...You gonna be alright? I don't want to come back and you have gone and slit your wrists...
His eyes cut across the room and stare at Tidus Howe. Tidus scrambles and hurries out of the room, grabbing his coat on the way out the door. As the door clicks shut, Kash leans close to the window and breaths against it to make a moisture buildup. One you can write inside of. He does it a few times to get a thick layer and draws his finger inside the fading moist circle. He writes "FP" but it fades with the moisture.
Jason Kash: Some might say I'm wasting my time, looking for an easy victory even. I mean as of late, Yarmouth has been a big talker of being this badass but hasn't beaten anyone to back that up. Well now asks yourselves who I've beaten recently and the same answer will be said. Nobody. YOU DON'T THINK I KNOW THAT!??
His raised voice makes him jump, he rubs his open palm down his face. Taking in a deep breath, Kash stands up and moves away from the window and begins to pace in front of the bed still untouched since his arrival.
Jason Kash: These loses, these past months have been a bit unbearable but I've survived them. I've survived the doubts and the downfalls. I've survived being seen as someone who has fallen off a bit. Well I know what I've been doing wrong. So with Yarmouth I take what I've done wrong and I make a new guide to success. When I was World Champion, I felt confident. I felt like nothing and nobody could take that away from me.
I was looking down from the highest peak and seeing nothing but contenders climbing up the mountain and I had no worries about any of them. I let being a Top Billing get to my head, I started falling into what was expected of a typical World Champion. I tried to beat Anthony Bailey by competing like Anthony Bailey. Even during the Contenders match for the World Title, I tried to compete with those involved at their level, with the style they competed with. I wasn't, I haven't been myself...
The sound of an engine roars as a Car passes by the window. Being on the ground level wasn't in his plans however it was all that was open. He steps to the window again and looks out to see an El Camino driving down the street.
Jason Kash: Yarmouth...Big Man...We're gonna fight! When that bell sounds off, the gloves, the playful banter ends. No more big talk, no more adapting to what's against me. I'm stepping inside the ring to be Foul. If that means I jump up and down on your nut sack in order to keep you down then that's what will be done. I won't be so technical in my approach but know that my approach will be Violent. It will be Suplexes that are dangerous to those receiving it, there will be punches to the liver, thumbs inserted into eye sockets. I'm going to play very badly with others and I am going to enjoy doing it!
I'm not looking to impress the crowds but they will be entertained. They too will love the violent nature of my wrestling ability. The same way Romans held Colosseum Events and people came to watch the violence. They came to see if someone was killed, how they were killed and modern day that desire to witness violence has not faded. Now removing the killing, people want to witness someone in pain and defeat and how all of that will occur. I plan to bring the pain in bunches. Punches in Bunches, Ass Whoopings in big bodied coffins just to fit you Yarmouth.
With all your imperfections and conditions, you've become one hell of a Pro Wrestler. I've enjoyed your matches and been a fan of your progress but I cannot accept this challenge just to promote you, boost your name and I hope you wouldn't expect that. I hope you'd expect nothing less than a fight from me because I'm giving you that and much, much more..I'm giving you an experience. After this match you'll gain the experience of being that first guy to feel first hand at just what I've been holding back. What I've kept on the back burner in order to "Fit in" more with everyone else. Being respectful, even now I've said nice things and made respectful notions. Well that has to change, that has to no be so back and forth and that comes, that happens because of my mental state of being a bit unstable...
Hunched over, Kash breaths repeatedly and his head begins to sway slowly from right to left. He stands up and jumps a few times in place. Maybe it's the lack of being high, maybe it's a mixture of that and his growing rage inside of his head. Just the word "Unstable" has begun to call out that said rage.
Jason Kash: Kiss your girlfriend, wife, whatever Julie is to you and tell her you love her before you come down for this match. I'm not pointing my bat at the outfield and calling for a Homerun like Babe Ruth, I'm pointing it right at your chest so prepare for a line drive. I'm not going to stop coming at you, stop fighting, stop inflicting pain or receiving pain until one of us stops moving. Have you ever watched a frog being dissected? I can see it right now and what I'm seeing is your chest wide the fuck open and my hands deep in your cavity, hands filled with blood and organs, pulling out the beating heart of your hopes and crushing it with all I have inside myself. That's what I'm seeing, that's what's inside my vision when I close my eyes. I see it like you see a beautiful day dream.
So while you're sitting at a restaurant or working out, whatever you will do to prepared for this. Prepare like normal, do what you normally do but know that this could be the last time you walk right. It could be the last time you Main Event a show period. Making this count, representing Meltdown is important to you but being from Asylum, being the guy who has promised to return that show to it's Violent Roots...That is my passion. The Season of J.A.S.O.N. is going to have a VIOLENT turn of events and it ALL begins with you..I really hope Michael Callahan is watching, I really hope Hopkins and Sykes are watching this too and I hope they tune in to see this match because this is just the beginning. This is just the start of what will be a very messy path to become Suicidal...
Throwing himself sideways, the window shatters. He tumbles outside onto the concrete sidewalk. People on the other side of the street gasp and rush over to try and help. Kash pushes himself up and wobbles, glass kicking around and falling from his clothes. He throws off a few caring hands and begins to sing a song from Oliver & Company as he strolls down the street.
As he repeats the chorus to the song, Kash begins to skip into the distance and disappears over one of the long hills of San Francisco as the scene ends.
During the last Asylum he cleared all things of the past from his mind. No longer being bothered with losing the World Title. No longer using his past reigns as Tag Champs or TapOut Champion as a means to rub his own ego. He cherished those moments but reliving them in his thoughts didn't make them reappear. If he was to return his name to Championship gold and Headlines then he'd need to do it in a different manner than before. He needed to bring back the Violence in Wrestling. He wanted to showcase his new outlook on life, face the unexpected and experience the pain from both his opponents and himself. He hungered for the pain and was damn well going to put himself in position to find his craving and fill it.
Jason Kash: I need a Doctor. Maybe they can help me clear things up a bit..
Tidus Howe: You need a Doctor? My hand fucking hurts. Do you know I use this hand for everything? Wiping my ass hurts because of this "Loyalty" program you think we should have. What are we a fucking Bank?
Jason Kash: Just shut up..Fuck man! Can you get me in to see a shrink or what?
Tidus Howe: I got something better in mind actually, I know someone who might be able to help you from experience with being a little "Mad"..
Jason Kash: Why do I feel like I should be worried?
Looking out over the steep hillsides of San Francisco, Kash seems to be staring out his hotel room window. Most people looking out a window don't usually see the glass at all and here he was stuck in a daze and focusing on the glass itself. His hand aches and he clinches it and holds it up. Taped from the Loyalty Ritual on Asylum. Tidus Howe wasn't expecting to shed his own blood but in a way has done nothing but brag about it since it happened. Only when Kash leaves the conversation open does Tidus complain about it.
Learning quickly to fade out Tidus when he complains is something Kash picked up pretty fast. He was cool though and now he was officially the Public Relations Manager to Jason Kash. Tidus Howe feels involved and knows he can be trusted. What he didn't want is for Kash to head back to Meltdown. He didn't approve of Kash going to fight Yarmouth, even accepting the challenge seemed a bit risky. Coming into the connecting doors to the two rooms, Tidus Howe is giggling to himself holding up a bucket full of single shot alcohol bottles. When he sees Kash, he sets the bucket down and asks a question on his own mind.
Tidus Howe: So let me ask you something and don't get mad alright? Why Yarmouth? Why someone who not only out weighs you but stands at a higher height than you as well?
Jason Kash: He put down the challenge, I want to fight more. If I'm consistently busy, I'm consistently growing. Seeing my own mistakes and filling this hunger to push Wrestling Violence. Yarmouth is a test just in his size, I want that test. He came to Asylum to check things out, he wants to be on that roster but promotes Meltdown as being the best in APW. Lets test the theory..
Tidus Howe: Well I just think this is an unnecessary risk...If he beats you by chance then you've lost yet another match on Meltdown.
Jason Kash: I really wasn't apart of that first match, I mean I started it but Evan Envi and I got into it and brawled out. That fucker is someone else still on my list.
Tidus Howe: Wait, you have a list?
Jason Kash: Not a pen to paper list but there are a few people I want to tag up with my fist engraved to their foreheads. Bailey being a obvious one, Callahan, and right now Yarmouth. I wouldn't have accepted this dude's open challenge if I didn't think it'd make money for APW as a whole.
Tidus Howe: But why promote Meltdown? It's the development league? Nothing serves you to have a loss there..
Jason Kash: What you think I can't beat Yarmouth Bliz-aid?
Tidus Howe: Heh..Wh-what? Did you go Snoop Dogg on me? Fa Shizzle Dizzle!
Jason Kash: You shouldn't do that, you sound like a drag queen. I'm really wanting to smoke man...Go find me some green, don't bring it here though. Hide it somewhere and you'll take me later. Chicken shits like Callahan or Bailey will call the Police first chance if I'm breaking the law again on camera. That's another reason I want to get in the ring with Yarmouth, at least I know I'm not competing against a snitch, a coward. Yarmouth is a good dude from what I've seen, nothing personal against him but if I can't push out remorse and return to my old self then I'm no better than I was before..Will you do that?
Tidus Howe: Yeah man...I can do that...You gonna be alright? I don't want to come back and you have gone and slit your wrists...
His eyes cut across the room and stare at Tidus Howe. Tidus scrambles and hurries out of the room, grabbing his coat on the way out the door. As the door clicks shut, Kash leans close to the window and breaths against it to make a moisture buildup. One you can write inside of. He does it a few times to get a thick layer and draws his finger inside the fading moist circle. He writes "FP" but it fades with the moisture.
Jason Kash: Some might say I'm wasting my time, looking for an easy victory even. I mean as of late, Yarmouth has been a big talker of being this badass but hasn't beaten anyone to back that up. Well now asks yourselves who I've beaten recently and the same answer will be said. Nobody. YOU DON'T THINK I KNOW THAT!??
His raised voice makes him jump, he rubs his open palm down his face. Taking in a deep breath, Kash stands up and moves away from the window and begins to pace in front of the bed still untouched since his arrival.
Jason Kash: These loses, these past months have been a bit unbearable but I've survived them. I've survived the doubts and the downfalls. I've survived being seen as someone who has fallen off a bit. Well I know what I've been doing wrong. So with Yarmouth I take what I've done wrong and I make a new guide to success. When I was World Champion, I felt confident. I felt like nothing and nobody could take that away from me.
I was looking down from the highest peak and seeing nothing but contenders climbing up the mountain and I had no worries about any of them. I let being a Top Billing get to my head, I started falling into what was expected of a typical World Champion. I tried to beat Anthony Bailey by competing like Anthony Bailey. Even during the Contenders match for the World Title, I tried to compete with those involved at their level, with the style they competed with. I wasn't, I haven't been myself...
The sound of an engine roars as a Car passes by the window. Being on the ground level wasn't in his plans however it was all that was open. He steps to the window again and looks out to see an El Camino driving down the street.
Jason Kash: Yarmouth...Big Man...We're gonna fight! When that bell sounds off, the gloves, the playful banter ends. No more big talk, no more adapting to what's against me. I'm stepping inside the ring to be Foul. If that means I jump up and down on your nut sack in order to keep you down then that's what will be done. I won't be so technical in my approach but know that my approach will be Violent. It will be Suplexes that are dangerous to those receiving it, there will be punches to the liver, thumbs inserted into eye sockets. I'm going to play very badly with others and I am going to enjoy doing it!
I'm not looking to impress the crowds but they will be entertained. They too will love the violent nature of my wrestling ability. The same way Romans held Colosseum Events and people came to watch the violence. They came to see if someone was killed, how they were killed and modern day that desire to witness violence has not faded. Now removing the killing, people want to witness someone in pain and defeat and how all of that will occur. I plan to bring the pain in bunches. Punches in Bunches, Ass Whoopings in big bodied coffins just to fit you Yarmouth.
With all your imperfections and conditions, you've become one hell of a Pro Wrestler. I've enjoyed your matches and been a fan of your progress but I cannot accept this challenge just to promote you, boost your name and I hope you wouldn't expect that. I hope you'd expect nothing less than a fight from me because I'm giving you that and much, much more..I'm giving you an experience. After this match you'll gain the experience of being that first guy to feel first hand at just what I've been holding back. What I've kept on the back burner in order to "Fit in" more with everyone else. Being respectful, even now I've said nice things and made respectful notions. Well that has to change, that has to no be so back and forth and that comes, that happens because of my mental state of being a bit unstable...
Hunched over, Kash breaths repeatedly and his head begins to sway slowly from right to left. He stands up and jumps a few times in place. Maybe it's the lack of being high, maybe it's a mixture of that and his growing rage inside of his head. Just the word "Unstable" has begun to call out that said rage.
Jason Kash: Kiss your girlfriend, wife, whatever Julie is to you and tell her you love her before you come down for this match. I'm not pointing my bat at the outfield and calling for a Homerun like Babe Ruth, I'm pointing it right at your chest so prepare for a line drive. I'm not going to stop coming at you, stop fighting, stop inflicting pain or receiving pain until one of us stops moving. Have you ever watched a frog being dissected? I can see it right now and what I'm seeing is your chest wide the fuck open and my hands deep in your cavity, hands filled with blood and organs, pulling out the beating heart of your hopes and crushing it with all I have inside myself. That's what I'm seeing, that's what's inside my vision when I close my eyes. I see it like you see a beautiful day dream.
So while you're sitting at a restaurant or working out, whatever you will do to prepared for this. Prepare like normal, do what you normally do but know that this could be the last time you walk right. It could be the last time you Main Event a show period. Making this count, representing Meltdown is important to you but being from Asylum, being the guy who has promised to return that show to it's Violent Roots...That is my passion. The Season of J.A.S.O.N. is going to have a VIOLENT turn of events and it ALL begins with you..I really hope Michael Callahan is watching, I really hope Hopkins and Sykes are watching this too and I hope they tune in to see this match because this is just the beginning. This is just the start of what will be a very messy path to become Suicidal...
Throwing himself sideways, the window shatters. He tumbles outside onto the concrete sidewalk. People on the other side of the street gasp and rush over to try and help. Kash pushes himself up and wobbles, glass kicking around and falling from his clothes. He throws off a few caring hands and begins to sing a song from Oliver & Company as he strolls down the street.
"I said, Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo.
I said, Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo.
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo..
Why should I worry?
Why should I care?
I may not have a dime.
But I got street savoir faire.
Why should I worry?
Why should I care?
It's just be-bopulation.
And I got street savoir faire."
I said, Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo.
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo..
Why should I worry?
Why should I care?
I may not have a dime.
But I got street savoir faire.
Why should I worry?
Why should I care?
It's just be-bopulation.
And I got street savoir faire."
As he repeats the chorus to the song, Kash begins to skip into the distance and disappears over one of the long hills of San Francisco as the scene ends.
