Post by Jason Cashe on Aug 29, 2012 4:08:03 GMT -4
His head leaning against the wall of an empty gym. Jason Kash hurts. He's been awake for 4 days straight now and he hasn't had the time to even soak up and celebrate his grand victory from Shockwave. Still without the Suicidal Championship that was due to return to Asylum with him. He wanted to wait to get his new belt, wait and receive it with the live crowd watching and cheering him as he holds in his hand something new, something risen from the ashes.
He can still hear the voices of random people congratulate him as he entered the backstage area. Other people from the roster, staff members and even lowly Production Crew. There were alot of people who wanted and hungered for Callahan's loss and at that moment he didn't much care about the win. His body hurt, his eyes heavy even during the match he felt out of it. Weakened by the lack of sleep his body has prevented him from. This Season has been hell on his mind but his body has hardly stopped. How long can he go, how many times can he shake it off and perform to a high level? The question was unanswered even to him but he never let on that it was the case. He would never complain about such things because the pain is also what has kept him going.
Jason Kash: I've been in a lot of different places, I've faced, lost and beaten a whole bunch of different faces. Yet it is here on the biggest stage I have ever been on that I've accomplished what most can only accomplish when they have the Owner and other members of the promotion in their pocket. I've accomplished what people in my past said I was not good enough to become. I have become what nobody expected me to rise too and grab with both hands, taking it as my prize.
Some would say Chris Cyrus is one but he never touched a World Championship around his waist. No, what I went and became has only happened once before me. I became Grand. I became the 2nd Grand Slam Champion in APW History. There are people close to that achievement but are lacking one or two belts to complete the Grand prize. Pence Weatherlight is missing a Tag Title reign, Level One is missing one or two reigns, even the great and all mighty dick sucker that is Sally Talfourd is missing a few pieces of the puzzle. Maybe they aren't interested in becoming Grand. Maybe it's just something only a few people can adapt to in order to become...
Pushing off the wall with his forehead, Kash wobbles and catches his balance. He turns, his eyes showing huge bags underneath them. He looks like garbage and that can describe how he feels as well. He steps forward and closes his eyes. His head tilts back and deep inhales of air fill through his nose. Slowly he brings his head and stares forward, eyes open and blood red like he has been high.
Jason Kash: I'm not here to brag. I won't go all "Lively" on you watching, that's not really my thing. I toot my own horn but this just isn't the time or place for that. People know what I've done and be it by the skin on my teeth that I actually accomplished it or if I walked through the competition, I stepped through those ropes and faced off against anyone who is anyone coming into the Asylum brand. I've helped make that show, that banner is as highly regarded as anything else APW has and the Food Channel thanks me for that. It and the fans filling each and every arena thank me for the things, the sacrifice I have made to give everything on every given night I compete.
Michael Callahan? You had one hell of a reign. If you want another go, get me one on one like it SHOULD have been then step right up, that Number One spot belongs to you should you want it. However like Rico Casteel I imagine that you'll find another outlet to go after, saying you've done all you wanted to do with the belt you no longer have. Nobody doubts that you can beat me but in that same breath, I on that night came out with the victory. I'm open like Sally's legs on a weekend for doing it again with you.
If not Callahan than who? That's a question, one of many that I ask myself and I'm sure others are asking that as well. The obvious choices would be those who were involved in the TLC and I'm all for that. Some would wonder where the newest recruits to Asylum might fit in getting their shot at a Championship. Yarmouth, going to battle with me not that long ago, does he get his shot? Truthfully I couldn't care less who earns the shot or who is handed one even because I've done step one of what I wanted to do and I'm not stopping now.
If anyone wants to remove me from the resurrection of Suicidal then it will be from my unconscious body. I will die for this belt and that's something I didn't have with the World Title. To me? This is the prime Championship Reign on my career. This is where I will make the most noise, where my hand will be seen on a consistent rise after every match. This is what I was meant to do coming to Asylum and after 2 long years...I've done that..
Stepping over to the wall again, Kash bends down and grabs his duffel bag. He pulls out two 5 Hour Energy Shots and lets the duffel bag drop. He slams back the first shot, letting his head tip back so it flows down his throat. Unscrewing the second shot, he holds it up to the camera as if saluting and tips it back as well. Tossing both now empty shots, he wipes his mouth and moves away from the wall. He staggers over to the section of the gym with like 5 Body bags hanging from the ceiling. Kash looks at them all and steps up to the one with "#2" printed in bold white letters on it. He begins to unzip the bag from the bottom and out falls a bag of marijuana.
Picking it up, he reaches up inside the body bag and pulls out the rolling papers that were suppose to be there as well. Shoving both into his pocket, he gets the bag zipped up again before heading over to the single window of the gym. A very private gym, hidden from the outside world. The perfect place for him to come and train, the only place for him to invest money into without being noticed. He slides down against the wall and begins rolling a joint. Being as tired as he is it could have been horrible weed and he'd still get high so he doesn't care to notice the grade of it as he rips it into pieces and rolls it in the TOPS Rolling Paper. Licking the glue, he fingers it over and smooths out the wrinkle.
His hand shakes as he places the joint into his mouth and begins to light it with a book of matches. The crisp burning at the tip of the joint turns red from the flame and Kash inhales deeply. It takes all of 3 seconds of the inhale and he's coughing up a lung. He launches the joint across the room, the embers fly here and there but go out as they land. Kash pops up from sitting and looks disgusted as smoke is still coming up from his lungs. He spits out and wipes his mouth again.
Jason Kash: This is fucking Catnip!!
From his pocket he pulls out his cell phone and Speed dials Tidus Howe who was responsible for stashing the grass for Kash. (That rhymed, SCORE!) The phone rings and rings with no answer. Kash knows this dude is fucking with him, trying to keep him away from getting into trouble and also breaking this run of success based off the violent thoughts that Kash has been acting on. He shatters his phone against the wall across the gym and slides back down to his butt. Soon his eyes begin to doze and he falls asleep...
He can still hear the voices of random people congratulate him as he entered the backstage area. Other people from the roster, staff members and even lowly Production Crew. There were alot of people who wanted and hungered for Callahan's loss and at that moment he didn't much care about the win. His body hurt, his eyes heavy even during the match he felt out of it. Weakened by the lack of sleep his body has prevented him from. This Season has been hell on his mind but his body has hardly stopped. How long can he go, how many times can he shake it off and perform to a high level? The question was unanswered even to him but he never let on that it was the case. He would never complain about such things because the pain is also what has kept him going.
Jason Kash: I've been in a lot of different places, I've faced, lost and beaten a whole bunch of different faces. Yet it is here on the biggest stage I have ever been on that I've accomplished what most can only accomplish when they have the Owner and other members of the promotion in their pocket. I've accomplished what people in my past said I was not good enough to become. I have become what nobody expected me to rise too and grab with both hands, taking it as my prize.
Some would say Chris Cyrus is one but he never touched a World Championship around his waist. No, what I went and became has only happened once before me. I became Grand. I became the 2nd Grand Slam Champion in APW History. There are people close to that achievement but are lacking one or two belts to complete the Grand prize. Pence Weatherlight is missing a Tag Title reign, Level One is missing one or two reigns, even the great and all mighty dick sucker that is Sally Talfourd is missing a few pieces of the puzzle. Maybe they aren't interested in becoming Grand. Maybe it's just something only a few people can adapt to in order to become...
Pushing off the wall with his forehead, Kash wobbles and catches his balance. He turns, his eyes showing huge bags underneath them. He looks like garbage and that can describe how he feels as well. He steps forward and closes his eyes. His head tilts back and deep inhales of air fill through his nose. Slowly he brings his head and stares forward, eyes open and blood red like he has been high.
Jason Kash: I'm not here to brag. I won't go all "Lively" on you watching, that's not really my thing. I toot my own horn but this just isn't the time or place for that. People know what I've done and be it by the skin on my teeth that I actually accomplished it or if I walked through the competition, I stepped through those ropes and faced off against anyone who is anyone coming into the Asylum brand. I've helped make that show, that banner is as highly regarded as anything else APW has and the Food Channel thanks me for that. It and the fans filling each and every arena thank me for the things, the sacrifice I have made to give everything on every given night I compete.
Michael Callahan? You had one hell of a reign. If you want another go, get me one on one like it SHOULD have been then step right up, that Number One spot belongs to you should you want it. However like Rico Casteel I imagine that you'll find another outlet to go after, saying you've done all you wanted to do with the belt you no longer have. Nobody doubts that you can beat me but in that same breath, I on that night came out with the victory. I'm open like Sally's legs on a weekend for doing it again with you.
If not Callahan than who? That's a question, one of many that I ask myself and I'm sure others are asking that as well. The obvious choices would be those who were involved in the TLC and I'm all for that. Some would wonder where the newest recruits to Asylum might fit in getting their shot at a Championship. Yarmouth, going to battle with me not that long ago, does he get his shot? Truthfully I couldn't care less who earns the shot or who is handed one even because I've done step one of what I wanted to do and I'm not stopping now.
If anyone wants to remove me from the resurrection of Suicidal then it will be from my unconscious body. I will die for this belt and that's something I didn't have with the World Title. To me? This is the prime Championship Reign on my career. This is where I will make the most noise, where my hand will be seen on a consistent rise after every match. This is what I was meant to do coming to Asylum and after 2 long years...I've done that..
Stepping over to the wall again, Kash bends down and grabs his duffel bag. He pulls out two 5 Hour Energy Shots and lets the duffel bag drop. He slams back the first shot, letting his head tip back so it flows down his throat. Unscrewing the second shot, he holds it up to the camera as if saluting and tips it back as well. Tossing both now empty shots, he wipes his mouth and moves away from the wall. He staggers over to the section of the gym with like 5 Body bags hanging from the ceiling. Kash looks at them all and steps up to the one with "#2" printed in bold white letters on it. He begins to unzip the bag from the bottom and out falls a bag of marijuana.
Picking it up, he reaches up inside the body bag and pulls out the rolling papers that were suppose to be there as well. Shoving both into his pocket, he gets the bag zipped up again before heading over to the single window of the gym. A very private gym, hidden from the outside world. The perfect place for him to come and train, the only place for him to invest money into without being noticed. He slides down against the wall and begins rolling a joint. Being as tired as he is it could have been horrible weed and he'd still get high so he doesn't care to notice the grade of it as he rips it into pieces and rolls it in the TOPS Rolling Paper. Licking the glue, he fingers it over and smooths out the wrinkle.
His hand shakes as he places the joint into his mouth and begins to light it with a book of matches. The crisp burning at the tip of the joint turns red from the flame and Kash inhales deeply. It takes all of 3 seconds of the inhale and he's coughing up a lung. He launches the joint across the room, the embers fly here and there but go out as they land. Kash pops up from sitting and looks disgusted as smoke is still coming up from his lungs. He spits out and wipes his mouth again.
Jason Kash: This is fucking Catnip!!
From his pocket he pulls out his cell phone and Speed dials Tidus Howe who was responsible for stashing the grass for Kash. (That rhymed, SCORE!) The phone rings and rings with no answer. Kash knows this dude is fucking with him, trying to keep him away from getting into trouble and also breaking this run of success based off the violent thoughts that Kash has been acting on. He shatters his phone against the wall across the gym and slides back down to his butt. Soon his eyes begin to doze and he falls asleep...
