Post by Jason Cashe on Aug 31, 2012 5:57:54 GMT -4
*About 100 over the 2k Limit. I really hope thats okay, I cut down so much already*
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His voicemail is filled. He quit listening to them after the 10th one from various people. Some from old girlfriends, random chicks he hooked up with who he didn't remember or old friends from the business. He wasn't interested in hearing them, he just didn't much care what they thought about it. People love you when you're winning and tend to be against you when you're down. He knew that and tried not to let it bother him. They'd be with him now since he seemingly has turned this Bad Season around for a Violent one. Without the weed, it'd remain filled with violent thoughts and actions. All fitting for the Championship he had just won and returned to Asylum.
Jason Kash: I've done what only ONE other man has done in APW History! How cool is that? Grand Slam MOTHA'FUCKA!!! WHAT!! Can you sense my excitement? Trust me, I'm thrilled! I have come a long way from being with DangerTainment, leading those two other idiots into what success I'VE had in this Company. Am I wrong? Has Knuckles or Borderland had success, REAL success without me? Knuckles couldn't Main Event unless his opponent held the crowd's attention and Borderland? Well he thinks he can be something without me but can't help but have Eric Jackson and Big Heavy, both of whom I EMPLOYED around him. Point being, I made that and them and now I've come into my own. Nobody to be credited but me for this success and now my name is etched into APW History.
Now while that seems and appears like bragging, okay it sort of is. However why shouldn't I during this historic moment? At Shockwave I ended Pro Life, I started the revival of Wrestling Violence that Asylum once had embedded in it's very roots! IWC was Wrestling Violence. Jimmy Chambers was Wrestling Violence. Rico Casteel, Katrina Olivetti, hell even Michael Lively has ties to IWC and each and everyone of them represented Wrestling Violence. Callahan, Bailey, Sally Talfourd and even my opponent this week, Julius Farquhar on the other hand represent a cleaner and Technical sounded show and being honest, I just don't fucking approve! This world, this environment will not lose it's roots. I will be it's preacher, it's poet and the word of Wrestling with Violent intent will be seen, will be felt, and most importantly, it will be forced upon everyone. Michael Callahan is the very example of that...
A McDonald's Drive through. Kash pulls his El Camino around the corner and stops at the pay window. He leans and rolls the window down using the old school manual turning handle. Smiling, he hands the bills to the large black lady with the headset on. She hands him some change and he pulls forward. Waiting for his meal might take a minute, he requested everything freshly cooked. Stale fries SUCK! His cell phone rings and he answers it by pressing the loud speaker and turning on the radio that is hooked up to enhance the conversation.
Jason Kash: Yeah?
Tidus Howe: WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS...MY FRIEND!!! WE'LL KEEP ON FIGHTING TIL THE EN--
Jason Kash: HEY! Actually "Me Are" The Champion...Friend. What do you want Howe? Calling to see if I have anything on me cause I don't alright? You're no my PO Officer dick so quit playing Father Figure. Back the fuck off..Alright?
Tidus Howe: Whoa, why so tense Jason? We're friends here! I was just calling to see if you were in a cheery mood. Word on the news reel is that you'll have your first Challenger named on Asylum! Who you think it is? Maybe they could merge the TapOut and Suicidal to make the Bone Breaking Championship!!
Jason Kash: You are stupid...And I don't care who it is. They can go and find Chris Cyrus and bring him in and I'll whoop that ass. I know what needs to be done and it's with this belt, this purpose that will make me the spokesman for Wrestling Violence...Hold on...
The window opens and a bag of food with grease stains already soaking through is passed out to Kash. He takes hold of it and tosses it to the passenger seat. Turning back to the window, Kash reaches up and grabs his Large Vanilla Milk Shake. Nodding at the elderly woman who passed the food, Kash puts the car in drive and takes off slowly, sucking some shake up through the straw.
Tidus Howe: What are you doing?
Jason Kash: Oh hey, forgot you were even there!
Tidus Howe: Are you sure you're not high right now? Where are you at?
Jason Kash: I just left McDonalds, I bought some grub and am TRYING to enjoy a milkshake. No I'm also not high, your conversation is just boring me. Goodbye...
Taking in a quick mouthful of shake, Kash turns off the call on his phone. He stops at a red light at the first set of lights he approaches. Reaching over with a free hand, he digs into the bag and brings out a four finger pinch of French Fries and they are hot. He pops them into his mouth and sucks in some shake to cool them off. Some drips off his bottom lip as he chews the gooey and awesome food and beverage. Swallowing down in big gulps, he clears his mouth and puts the shake in a big cup holster in between the seats.
Jason Kash: Julius Fart-Car. I never could properly pronounce your name at first. Let's not get off on the wrong foot to start things off, instead let me go over a few things we have in common. We both dislike that moron from Philly, TJ. Which his name alone is suspect in my book. Just TJ? Does he not have a family name or maybe he gives AMAZING Tug Jobs? Does he only takes pride in where he's from? The guy is just all size and no technique and I applaud you for making him tap and proving that he's all talk and no walk. Another thing we have in common is comedy. Clearly you have a grasp on whats funny, what works and makes people take notice. Otherwise you'd not have the reputation you have in this Company.
Now we are also both Champions of Asylum but that is where our common ground becomes uncommon. See you've been on Asylum for a while now and you've complained and expected World Title shots left and right but not once have you went out and sought after one. Reginald doesn't hold people back, people hold themselves back and you've been no different. What opportunities you have been given to get to the World Title, you've obviously failed at achieving them. Who is to blame for that but you? You beat Anthony Bailey and I'm sure against me you will scream that until your face turns blue in order to help yourself feel good about this match. Give yourself some confidence about stepping into the ring with me for the first time.
However as much as you might and probably will say that Reginald has protected me from facing you, know that I don't turn away any match. Not against Sally, not against Rico Casteel or even Anthony Bailey who to this day STILL hasn't given me a Thanks for GIVING him a shot at the World Title. He earned his shot though, he beat 3 men on 3 back to back shows who were all involved with the World Title at the time. He was going to get his shot and did, my luck was that The Season of J.A.S.O.N. started off with a rough terrain. DICK HEAD, WATCH WHERE YOUR SWERVING YOU PRICK FUCKER!!
Jolting his arms and hands, Kash has to swerve to miss someone on the road. He looks bothered, almost disgusted at the stupidity of people trying to drive on the roads today.
Jason Kash: Now the bumps in the road are noticed, they are prepared for and taken much smoother so when the bell rings, when we both hand our belts to the referee to get things started. This will not be a match where either of us are protected, we will both be set free to do as much harm to one another as we possibly can. I'll gladly play the Bully that TJ couldn't amount to being at Shockwave. This won't be a technical battle but a violent natured fight. No Windsor Knots, no teacups, no Tapping out, just a good old fight where the TapOut Champion becomes my Quintessential Bitch.
You talked about Bullies recently, this Country, this planet even is getting awfully soft. Bullies, Gays, Females in Power, Skinny Jeans! I sometimes wonder if there are any real men left. The blood hungry, meat eating, take no prisoners man who will take his own justice into his hands when he's been done wrong. Not with guns like some chicken shit but with the skills in his two hands. That's what I like about this business Farquhar, I like that I can come to work and put my hands around someone's neck. I can snap limbs, rip open flesh and watch the blood flow from your forehead.
I can do this with no lawsuits, no handcuffs placed around my wrists and now that I've returned Wrestling Violence to Asylum, you get to experience that style first hand. I was a TapOut Champion before but I did it without more than one submission move in my moveset. It's because I made people hurt, I broke their will, their hope, and their fight to carry on and then making them tap comes easy. Now that comes with an Unhealthy dose of Wrestling Violence and I'll teach you this lesson Farquhar. I'll teach you how to really finish someone off, maybe then you can beat someone like TJ without it being so controversial. Oh come on you old fucking lady!! I swear, Grand Thieft auto this old bitch!
His disliking for people in general is clearly growing as an old lady with a stroller takes caution walking across the Pedestrian Marked Cross Walk. The light green, Kash is still having to wait for her to get up on the curb. As she lifts the front end of the scooter, he slowly drives past her. With the passenger window down, he grabs his Milk shake and chucks it at her. It splatters and moves the old lady who falls forward, catching herself on her stroller as he takes off down the road.
Jason Kash: Now, you're biggest accomplishment Julius, outside of beating Bailey once when he was more focused on something MUCH bigger? An argument over Tea..When EVERYONE knows that the South makes the best cut of Tea. Sugar, Ice, COLD. Wins every time! Then you went and actually had a Boston Tea Party Match? Gee golly! I wonder how you could be overlooked for the World Title Match with THAT excitement on the table..But no, no, you've done even better! Because you were too "BIG" to appear on Meltdown, refused to do a solid for the guy in charge...You got excluded because you don't put in the work. Earn something before you expect something my Quintessential Friend. I'm Grand Slam because every night I go to that ring I give those people, I give those in the back half ass watching a god damn SHOW.
You? You give them the time to hit up bathrooms and food concession stands. You give them pinky fingers being lifted as you sip on your little tea cup. So what you beat Bailey. So what you beat TJ. Every man including myself, including Sally Talfourd and Kurt fucking Noble have bad days, days "off" and it shows at the worst times. Beat me, come to that ring and beat me. Then if anything you'll at least prove it to me who right now is a doubter. I have doubt you can compete, I know damn well TJ's bitch ass can't so you barely scrapping the barrel with him isn't say much to me. Oh, hey come talking about how unedu-ma-cated I is! Please because that's not been done, proven as a judgement of person not a grade of my talent. I might not win proper speaker but I sure as hell will beat that nerds ass for speaking foreign to me...I'll talk to you soon, I want to eat now so fa-fa-fuck off!
Sounding off with a stutter for laughs, he pushes the camera away and grabs his bag of food after pulling into a Public Laundry Mat to chow as he looks for some broke but fuckable female to hit on.
.................................
His voicemail is filled. He quit listening to them after the 10th one from various people. Some from old girlfriends, random chicks he hooked up with who he didn't remember or old friends from the business. He wasn't interested in hearing them, he just didn't much care what they thought about it. People love you when you're winning and tend to be against you when you're down. He knew that and tried not to let it bother him. They'd be with him now since he seemingly has turned this Bad Season around for a Violent one. Without the weed, it'd remain filled with violent thoughts and actions. All fitting for the Championship he had just won and returned to Asylum.
Jason Kash: I've done what only ONE other man has done in APW History! How cool is that? Grand Slam MOTHA'FUCKA!!! WHAT!! Can you sense my excitement? Trust me, I'm thrilled! I have come a long way from being with DangerTainment, leading those two other idiots into what success I'VE had in this Company. Am I wrong? Has Knuckles or Borderland had success, REAL success without me? Knuckles couldn't Main Event unless his opponent held the crowd's attention and Borderland? Well he thinks he can be something without me but can't help but have Eric Jackson and Big Heavy, both of whom I EMPLOYED around him. Point being, I made that and them and now I've come into my own. Nobody to be credited but me for this success and now my name is etched into APW History.
Now while that seems and appears like bragging, okay it sort of is. However why shouldn't I during this historic moment? At Shockwave I ended Pro Life, I started the revival of Wrestling Violence that Asylum once had embedded in it's very roots! IWC was Wrestling Violence. Jimmy Chambers was Wrestling Violence. Rico Casteel, Katrina Olivetti, hell even Michael Lively has ties to IWC and each and everyone of them represented Wrestling Violence. Callahan, Bailey, Sally Talfourd and even my opponent this week, Julius Farquhar on the other hand represent a cleaner and Technical sounded show and being honest, I just don't fucking approve! This world, this environment will not lose it's roots. I will be it's preacher, it's poet and the word of Wrestling with Violent intent will be seen, will be felt, and most importantly, it will be forced upon everyone. Michael Callahan is the very example of that...
A McDonald's Drive through. Kash pulls his El Camino around the corner and stops at the pay window. He leans and rolls the window down using the old school manual turning handle. Smiling, he hands the bills to the large black lady with the headset on. She hands him some change and he pulls forward. Waiting for his meal might take a minute, he requested everything freshly cooked. Stale fries SUCK! His cell phone rings and he answers it by pressing the loud speaker and turning on the radio that is hooked up to enhance the conversation.
Jason Kash: Yeah?
Tidus Howe: WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS...MY FRIEND!!! WE'LL KEEP ON FIGHTING TIL THE EN--
Jason Kash: HEY! Actually "Me Are" The Champion...Friend. What do you want Howe? Calling to see if I have anything on me cause I don't alright? You're no my PO Officer dick so quit playing Father Figure. Back the fuck off..Alright?
Tidus Howe: Whoa, why so tense Jason? We're friends here! I was just calling to see if you were in a cheery mood. Word on the news reel is that you'll have your first Challenger named on Asylum! Who you think it is? Maybe they could merge the TapOut and Suicidal to make the Bone Breaking Championship!!
Jason Kash: You are stupid...And I don't care who it is. They can go and find Chris Cyrus and bring him in and I'll whoop that ass. I know what needs to be done and it's with this belt, this purpose that will make me the spokesman for Wrestling Violence...Hold on...
The window opens and a bag of food with grease stains already soaking through is passed out to Kash. He takes hold of it and tosses it to the passenger seat. Turning back to the window, Kash reaches up and grabs his Large Vanilla Milk Shake. Nodding at the elderly woman who passed the food, Kash puts the car in drive and takes off slowly, sucking some shake up through the straw.
Tidus Howe: What are you doing?
Jason Kash: Oh hey, forgot you were even there!
Tidus Howe: Are you sure you're not high right now? Where are you at?
Jason Kash: I just left McDonalds, I bought some grub and am TRYING to enjoy a milkshake. No I'm also not high, your conversation is just boring me. Goodbye...
Taking in a quick mouthful of shake, Kash turns off the call on his phone. He stops at a red light at the first set of lights he approaches. Reaching over with a free hand, he digs into the bag and brings out a four finger pinch of French Fries and they are hot. He pops them into his mouth and sucks in some shake to cool them off. Some drips off his bottom lip as he chews the gooey and awesome food and beverage. Swallowing down in big gulps, he clears his mouth and puts the shake in a big cup holster in between the seats.
Jason Kash: Julius Fart-Car. I never could properly pronounce your name at first. Let's not get off on the wrong foot to start things off, instead let me go over a few things we have in common. We both dislike that moron from Philly, TJ. Which his name alone is suspect in my book. Just TJ? Does he not have a family name or maybe he gives AMAZING Tug Jobs? Does he only takes pride in where he's from? The guy is just all size and no technique and I applaud you for making him tap and proving that he's all talk and no walk. Another thing we have in common is comedy. Clearly you have a grasp on whats funny, what works and makes people take notice. Otherwise you'd not have the reputation you have in this Company.
Now we are also both Champions of Asylum but that is where our common ground becomes uncommon. See you've been on Asylum for a while now and you've complained and expected World Title shots left and right but not once have you went out and sought after one. Reginald doesn't hold people back, people hold themselves back and you've been no different. What opportunities you have been given to get to the World Title, you've obviously failed at achieving them. Who is to blame for that but you? You beat Anthony Bailey and I'm sure against me you will scream that until your face turns blue in order to help yourself feel good about this match. Give yourself some confidence about stepping into the ring with me for the first time.
However as much as you might and probably will say that Reginald has protected me from facing you, know that I don't turn away any match. Not against Sally, not against Rico Casteel or even Anthony Bailey who to this day STILL hasn't given me a Thanks for GIVING him a shot at the World Title. He earned his shot though, he beat 3 men on 3 back to back shows who were all involved with the World Title at the time. He was going to get his shot and did, my luck was that The Season of J.A.S.O.N. started off with a rough terrain. DICK HEAD, WATCH WHERE YOUR SWERVING YOU PRICK FUCKER!!
Jolting his arms and hands, Kash has to swerve to miss someone on the road. He looks bothered, almost disgusted at the stupidity of people trying to drive on the roads today.
Jason Kash: Now the bumps in the road are noticed, they are prepared for and taken much smoother so when the bell rings, when we both hand our belts to the referee to get things started. This will not be a match where either of us are protected, we will both be set free to do as much harm to one another as we possibly can. I'll gladly play the Bully that TJ couldn't amount to being at Shockwave. This won't be a technical battle but a violent natured fight. No Windsor Knots, no teacups, no Tapping out, just a good old fight where the TapOut Champion becomes my Quintessential Bitch.
You talked about Bullies recently, this Country, this planet even is getting awfully soft. Bullies, Gays, Females in Power, Skinny Jeans! I sometimes wonder if there are any real men left. The blood hungry, meat eating, take no prisoners man who will take his own justice into his hands when he's been done wrong. Not with guns like some chicken shit but with the skills in his two hands. That's what I like about this business Farquhar, I like that I can come to work and put my hands around someone's neck. I can snap limbs, rip open flesh and watch the blood flow from your forehead.
I can do this with no lawsuits, no handcuffs placed around my wrists and now that I've returned Wrestling Violence to Asylum, you get to experience that style first hand. I was a TapOut Champion before but I did it without more than one submission move in my moveset. It's because I made people hurt, I broke their will, their hope, and their fight to carry on and then making them tap comes easy. Now that comes with an Unhealthy dose of Wrestling Violence and I'll teach you this lesson Farquhar. I'll teach you how to really finish someone off, maybe then you can beat someone like TJ without it being so controversial. Oh come on you old fucking lady!! I swear, Grand Thieft auto this old bitch!
His disliking for people in general is clearly growing as an old lady with a stroller takes caution walking across the Pedestrian Marked Cross Walk. The light green, Kash is still having to wait for her to get up on the curb. As she lifts the front end of the scooter, he slowly drives past her. With the passenger window down, he grabs his Milk shake and chucks it at her. It splatters and moves the old lady who falls forward, catching herself on her stroller as he takes off down the road.
Jason Kash: Now, you're biggest accomplishment Julius, outside of beating Bailey once when he was more focused on something MUCH bigger? An argument over Tea..When EVERYONE knows that the South makes the best cut of Tea. Sugar, Ice, COLD. Wins every time! Then you went and actually had a Boston Tea Party Match? Gee golly! I wonder how you could be overlooked for the World Title Match with THAT excitement on the table..But no, no, you've done even better! Because you were too "BIG" to appear on Meltdown, refused to do a solid for the guy in charge...You got excluded because you don't put in the work. Earn something before you expect something my Quintessential Friend. I'm Grand Slam because every night I go to that ring I give those people, I give those in the back half ass watching a god damn SHOW.
You? You give them the time to hit up bathrooms and food concession stands. You give them pinky fingers being lifted as you sip on your little tea cup. So what you beat Bailey. So what you beat TJ. Every man including myself, including Sally Talfourd and Kurt fucking Noble have bad days, days "off" and it shows at the worst times. Beat me, come to that ring and beat me. Then if anything you'll at least prove it to me who right now is a doubter. I have doubt you can compete, I know damn well TJ's bitch ass can't so you barely scrapping the barrel with him isn't say much to me. Oh, hey come talking about how unedu-ma-cated I is! Please because that's not been done, proven as a judgement of person not a grade of my talent. I might not win proper speaker but I sure as hell will beat that nerds ass for speaking foreign to me...I'll talk to you soon, I want to eat now so fa-fa-fuck off!
Sounding off with a stutter for laughs, he pushes the camera away and grabs his bag of food after pulling into a Public Laundry Mat to chow as he looks for some broke but fuckable female to hit on.
