Post by Jason Cashe on Oct 26, 2012 16:32:54 GMT -4
A big flat screen Television sitting on a back wall is how the scene opens. Jason Kash comes in wearing his Wrestling Gear. Already prepared and ready for his match with Jair Hopkins. He is also wearing a backwards green baseball hat but it doesn't really fit his bigger sized head. Underneath the hat is a black Doo Rag. He turns and faces the camera and smiles. The first tooth to the right next to his gap has a gold casing on it. It glimmers in the light. Suddenly in front of him drops down a microphone. The room opens up and it's clear he is inside of a Recording Studio. A cheap one but one not made up in someone's basement or bedroom. A "speakered" voice is heard as Kash picks up a pair of headphones to hear the music.
Jason Kash: What? Nah turn it up some. Announce it when you ready, I'm ready.
Slipping the headphones on his head, the hat tilts off further to the side. ripping it off his head, he tosses it off into the distance. Headphones on and doo rag rocking it. The voice on the speaker system breaks in. It's clearly Tidus Howe on the speaker.
Tidus Howe: First Session: Kashing Out: The Album
The television being much wider than Kash looks almost like a flag behind him. The camera positions itself so that it's the only border of the view. Kash steps to the side as the television comes on and shows this:
(Notice the teeth, this is Yarmouth Bad GFX inspired.)
After a few moments of seeing it, Kash jumps back into the view. He almost covering the entire portrait in the background screen. Music begins to play at a very low sound. He slides the headphones back on his head and clears his voice. First coming as a normal speaking voice.
Jason Kash: This is the face of Disappointment.[/b] This is how many people have looked after losing to me. It's nothing personal Hopkins but I've seen this face before. Scared, beaten and looking off to the side because of the reality setting in. I've felt this disappointment myself so I know it sucks but in truth, this is for the best. Can you be on top of your game and carry this belt, this history that has been Asylum? Being a Shadow, being known as someone's rare appearance backup doesn't say you can. Do you even know where to begin to come at me?
Here let me help you out...[/color]
Kash nods and the music rises. It's the theme to Halloween. Michael Myers being Kash's role model, it was a clear choice in what music to have in the background. The music however switches to other well known Movie Psychopaths. His voice deepens and rises to normal depending on what he says.
Jason Kash: I'm an Untreated Mental Patient, I'm coo-coo for coco puffs crazy in the head. The thoughts coming out scare me but they also guide me. They also tell me how to see the end result if I want to have my hand raised. The fans dislike me for these choices? So be it. Was I addicted to Marijuana? Yes but now I've turned even that around, was never in my teeth though. I've done what was needed to stay ahead of the competition. I'm a piece of shit but I'm good at being that, better than most. You can take it or leave and most choose to leave it. Ask any former friend of mine.
Any girlfriend, anybody in their right minds have moved away from me because of how I am, who I am as a person. Not a nice guy and sometimes I walk around with a stick up my ass about what level I'm on inside the ring but I've to this day backed up and fought my fight. Hold that against me, try too because at ONIH I break bread and make a pay check putting you into the cement, into the steel of every make and model vehicle in the parking garage. I'm paid to make sure you remember this for life, not just a period of the month.
Does that help you out any? Can you take from that and have something to go off of? Am I making your job easier at all? I have no time to sit around and wait for everything to be said cause I've got plenty to speak on. Just thinking about this match, this moment...Makes my mind go haywire. I'm going psycho like Michael just thinking about putting my hands on you. Hurting you. Nothing BUT sex could beat this feeling I have knowing I will be one on one with Jair Hopkins and the rules are thrown out the window.
Kash rips off the headphones and then off comes the doo rag. He pulls and twists the two gold covers off his teeth and throws them to the side. He slices a thumb across his neck and the background music stops playing.
Jason Kash: Tell me something Hopkins. Why is it that you want to beat me? Is it like Johnny Knuckles in that it bothers you deep down that you can't get over the hump that is me? Is that it? What makes you tick when my name comes about. Because I know I'm like your first "Big" rivalry or whatever but really, what between us has happened to where it's as personal as you want it to be? With me it's simple, as simple as it can come.
I like to see the pain in your eyes, the hurt as your lip quivers as you fight back the tears. I get paid to do this, can you believe that shit? We get paid to hurt people, to find competition and test just how good you really are inside of a sanctioned match. My wonder or confusion comes from why you have this "lust" over wanting to beat me? You said it yourself, you would remember my name even after you've forgotten all others. What the fuck did I do to you huh? I even asked your hand in a trusting partnership but clearly that wasn't accepted was it? Oh well, like I said before it doesn't really matter if you accept or turn it down because this match happens either way.
He spins around and rushes the Television. He pulls it from the top and rips it from the wall. Clearly he is getting a little irritated. He wants to fight already, needs to get his fix. His new addiction. Wrestling Violence. Hopkins is all that is on his mind, not just because he's the next opponent but because he is just someone Kash will enjoy fucking up.
Jason Kash: I don't need anyone to make my own success. I've done plenty well on my own so any partnership I take part in wouldn't be for my benefit alone but the person or persons would have to bring their own equal weight to the table in order to have a place at the table I sit at. This isn't about what you've done kid, it's about what you can do next and what I will do next is decapitate your hopes for victory. You want to celebrate mediocrity by winning a three on one handicap? Fine, enjoy that the same as Sykes enjoyed his roll up. Mention that I've been Freddy Kruger of APW but I don't need to attack your dreams to beat you. I will do it by walking right up to you and putting it to your chin like a man.
You comparing me and yourself to various people. It really reminds me of people like Johnny Sykes or Young Mannie, both of whom can't talk without comparing something to something. Thing is Hopkins, I'm me and that's all I can be. You on the other hand continue to name drop with your own comparisons. First Barry Sanders and now LeBron James? Someone get this boy a reality check..Yes, I mean to say boy. You come from the streets of New York right? The Boogie Down Bronx right? So tell me because it's been a while since I was "Thugged Out" but since when does OMG or OMFG become Street Lingo?
Do Gangsters say that shit now? "Oh My Gawd, Becky Look at her butt, it's SO Big! She looks like one of those Rap Guys girlfriends"...You are a Diva of the Streets and a Shadow in this business and for you to overcome me, compare what you will do to what Bailey happened to accomplish? Just another proof in what I'm saying. You follow suit harder than Knuckles when he says "Da-Oush" or drops a (Hi Sally). That's me, that's MY Influence. You ain't got that "Homie" and it's clear as day to everyone but you. Even your girl knows this as the truth, watch her pray for your success for a three on one match, I mean it's kind of pathetic since she's your girl and all. All of mine from the past just assumed I won because they had faith in me. Again, a difference between you and I.
He walks and leaves the recording booth. Entering the studio part of the room, Kash looks and sees Tidus Howe and some hired Security that Tidus felt were needed. Kash grabs a bottle of Champagne and heads right over to the first Security Guard. Kash side slaps the guy with the glass bottle. It thunks but doesn't break. Kash looks at the bottle, disappointed it didn't shatter on the man's face. He went down like a ton of bricks from the blow and the other two guards just stare.
Jason Kash: So do people really, I mean REALLY think I'm the underdog in this match? Do you? How bout you big boy? Fuck you both...(Looks back to the camera) I didn't know I had a wikipedia but I'm going to look now. What I'm getting at is that you run your mouth far too much without having something "concrete" behind it. No factual truth in almost anything you say. Like Vegas odds, are you dumb? People even those who dislike me are betting KASH..Why? I'm Grand Fucking Slam, how often does that NOT make it as the favorite? You need to stop looking at Bailey's Vegas odds and see our match. This is where your attention needs to be and up until that Vegas comment I assumed it was.
What's even more funnier is that you somehow figured I shouldn't be tired during that Handicap match? I hate continuing to come back to this but it's your new HIGH Achievement so I guess it's whats to be expected. I went through Yarmouth who is how tall, how big? Then I beat TJ who you've puckered up for a quoted like he was your new hero. I pinned him. So to say after two BIG FUCKERS I wouldn't be tired? I'm 6'2" you fucking midget! I smoked weed for the majority of my life. My stamina is my weak link to my entire game. Where I wouldn't or shouldn't have been tired? Are you fucking dumb? No, you're a...Mo'Ron![/i] That's Mo to the Ron! You fit the bill, I take the steal and score. WHUT-UP![/color]
As Jason Kash begins to unwrap the unbroken bottle of champagne, one of the two remaining Security Guards go to help their comrade up. The much bigger security guard who isn't helping has his eyes locked on Kash. Not noticing the big hired security guy, Kash tips back the bottle and it sloshes into his mouth. Cold, a nice white grape flavoring. Most of it pours out over the edges of his mouth and down his neck and chest. Tidus Howe pops up out of his seat, looks up at the Security guard staring down Kash and quickly walks over to a drinking Kash.
Tidus Howe: Hey, hey, listen my friend. You are pissing people off all around you. Eventually you need to slow things down, relax a bit. You don't have to lose control everywhere you go.
Spitting up any remaining bubbly in his mouth, Kash leans forward and uses Tidus shirt to wipe his mouth. Making sure to look up into the eyes of Tidus as he does it. Knowing it's rude but not really caring, Kash stands tall and looks over at the downed Security guard being helped out the door. Now only the one big Guard is remaining.
Jason Kash: Who's not in control? You need to quit worrying so much, like we need some fucking Rent-A-Cops. I'm fighting someone in what 2 days now? I'm fine, just anxious. This was fun though, I enjoyed playing dress up!
Tidus Howe: You're too anxious I think. You're too wrapped up in wanting to hurt Hopkins and you're taking it out on anyone around you. What did that guard do? He was doing his job, Hopkins is coming. Chill out alright?
Jason Kash: Chill out? I was trying to listen to Hopsin the other day online. I typed in Hopkins instead and Youtube didn't show anything I wanted to hear. Hell it didn't even bring up Hopkins matches. That's how lowly known this fucker is. However this dude thinks he can repeat history? Thinks he can be what Bailey was at my expense? I'm doing more than just chin checking this dude, I'm leaving a message.
Tidus Howe: You're addicted.
Jason Kash: I'm not smoking anymore, you know that! This champagne is just here, I hate alcohol. I'm not some Sally Talfourd lush so don't accuse me of that either.
Tidus Howe: No, you're addicted to this Wrestling Violence. This streak of wanting to hurt others and while I am a BIG fan of this realistic you I worry that you will look too much into hurting and not enough into winning the match. If the end comes, pin him, finish him off. Retain your Championship Kash, you've worked too hard not too...
He never thought of it as an addiction. He was wanting at all times of the day to hurt someone. In the line at a grocery store, he wanted to drive a knee into some old dude's back for using a check book to pay for his groceries. He face palmed a little Japanese kid because he came up to fast asking for an autograph. He laughed at the kid when he fell and started crying. He looks like a ton of bricks just hit him in the face, reality had set in on himself.
Jason Kash: Uhh...I'm...Not giving a shit how you or anyone else sees me. What I know is that Sunday Night I get my injection of Violence. I know that this Sunday, I make One Night into a HELL for Jair Hopsin...Hopkins and not Bailey, not Ramirez can help him prepare for it. Oh hey, did you get those tickets? You know...The ones for that person we want to show up?
Tidus Howe: Yeah..I think maybe it's stepping over the line a bit but who am I to decide what you do right?
Jason Kash: Right, make sure to use words like "boo" and "Shawty" or however the kids are saying it these days. I'm so glad I was raised in a different Generation..This match though? It's going to be Suicidal!
Kash's awkward smile, the way his teeth are showing and his eyes squint. The scene fades from that face and ends to a black screen.
Jason Kash: What? Nah turn it up some. Announce it when you ready, I'm ready.
Slipping the headphones on his head, the hat tilts off further to the side. ripping it off his head, he tosses it off into the distance. Headphones on and doo rag rocking it. The voice on the speaker system breaks in. It's clearly Tidus Howe on the speaker.
Tidus Howe: First Session: Kashing Out: The Album
The television being much wider than Kash looks almost like a flag behind him. The camera positions itself so that it's the only border of the view. Kash steps to the side as the television comes on and shows this:
(Notice the teeth, this is Yarmouth Bad GFX inspired.)
After a few moments of seeing it, Kash jumps back into the view. He almost covering the entire portrait in the background screen. Music begins to play at a very low sound. He slides the headphones back on his head and clears his voice. First coming as a normal speaking voice.
Jason Kash: This is the face of Disappointment.[/b] This is how many people have looked after losing to me. It's nothing personal Hopkins but I've seen this face before. Scared, beaten and looking off to the side because of the reality setting in. I've felt this disappointment myself so I know it sucks but in truth, this is for the best. Can you be on top of your game and carry this belt, this history that has been Asylum? Being a Shadow, being known as someone's rare appearance backup doesn't say you can. Do you even know where to begin to come at me?
Here let me help you out...[/color]
Kash nods and the music rises. It's the theme to Halloween. Michael Myers being Kash's role model, it was a clear choice in what music to have in the background. The music however switches to other well known Movie Psychopaths. His voice deepens and rises to normal depending on what he says.
Jason Kash: I'm an Untreated Mental Patient, I'm coo-coo for coco puffs crazy in the head. The thoughts coming out scare me but they also guide me. They also tell me how to see the end result if I want to have my hand raised. The fans dislike me for these choices? So be it. Was I addicted to Marijuana? Yes but now I've turned even that around, was never in my teeth though. I've done what was needed to stay ahead of the competition. I'm a piece of shit but I'm good at being that, better than most. You can take it or leave and most choose to leave it. Ask any former friend of mine.
Any girlfriend, anybody in their right minds have moved away from me because of how I am, who I am as a person. Not a nice guy and sometimes I walk around with a stick up my ass about what level I'm on inside the ring but I've to this day backed up and fought my fight. Hold that against me, try too because at ONIH I break bread and make a pay check putting you into the cement, into the steel of every make and model vehicle in the parking garage. I'm paid to make sure you remember this for life, not just a period of the month.
Does that help you out any? Can you take from that and have something to go off of? Am I making your job easier at all? I have no time to sit around and wait for everything to be said cause I've got plenty to speak on. Just thinking about this match, this moment...Makes my mind go haywire. I'm going psycho like Michael just thinking about putting my hands on you. Hurting you. Nothing BUT sex could beat this feeling I have knowing I will be one on one with Jair Hopkins and the rules are thrown out the window.
Kash rips off the headphones and then off comes the doo rag. He pulls and twists the two gold covers off his teeth and throws them to the side. He slices a thumb across his neck and the background music stops playing.
Jason Kash: Tell me something Hopkins. Why is it that you want to beat me? Is it like Johnny Knuckles in that it bothers you deep down that you can't get over the hump that is me? Is that it? What makes you tick when my name comes about. Because I know I'm like your first "Big" rivalry or whatever but really, what between us has happened to where it's as personal as you want it to be? With me it's simple, as simple as it can come.
I like to see the pain in your eyes, the hurt as your lip quivers as you fight back the tears. I get paid to do this, can you believe that shit? We get paid to hurt people, to find competition and test just how good you really are inside of a sanctioned match. My wonder or confusion comes from why you have this "lust" over wanting to beat me? You said it yourself, you would remember my name even after you've forgotten all others. What the fuck did I do to you huh? I even asked your hand in a trusting partnership but clearly that wasn't accepted was it? Oh well, like I said before it doesn't really matter if you accept or turn it down because this match happens either way.
He spins around and rushes the Television. He pulls it from the top and rips it from the wall. Clearly he is getting a little irritated. He wants to fight already, needs to get his fix. His new addiction. Wrestling Violence. Hopkins is all that is on his mind, not just because he's the next opponent but because he is just someone Kash will enjoy fucking up.
Jason Kash: I don't need anyone to make my own success. I've done plenty well on my own so any partnership I take part in wouldn't be for my benefit alone but the person or persons would have to bring their own equal weight to the table in order to have a place at the table I sit at. This isn't about what you've done kid, it's about what you can do next and what I will do next is decapitate your hopes for victory. You want to celebrate mediocrity by winning a three on one handicap? Fine, enjoy that the same as Sykes enjoyed his roll up. Mention that I've been Freddy Kruger of APW but I don't need to attack your dreams to beat you. I will do it by walking right up to you and putting it to your chin like a man.
You comparing me and yourself to various people. It really reminds me of people like Johnny Sykes or Young Mannie, both of whom can't talk without comparing something to something. Thing is Hopkins, I'm me and that's all I can be. You on the other hand continue to name drop with your own comparisons. First Barry Sanders and now LeBron James? Someone get this boy a reality check..Yes, I mean to say boy. You come from the streets of New York right? The Boogie Down Bronx right? So tell me because it's been a while since I was "Thugged Out" but since when does OMG or OMFG become Street Lingo?
Do Gangsters say that shit now? "Oh My Gawd, Becky Look at her butt, it's SO Big! She looks like one of those Rap Guys girlfriends"...You are a Diva of the Streets and a Shadow in this business and for you to overcome me, compare what you will do to what Bailey happened to accomplish? Just another proof in what I'm saying. You follow suit harder than Knuckles when he says "Da-Oush" or drops a (Hi Sally). That's me, that's MY Influence. You ain't got that "Homie" and it's clear as day to everyone but you. Even your girl knows this as the truth, watch her pray for your success for a three on one match, I mean it's kind of pathetic since she's your girl and all. All of mine from the past just assumed I won because they had faith in me. Again, a difference between you and I.
He walks and leaves the recording booth. Entering the studio part of the room, Kash looks and sees Tidus Howe and some hired Security that Tidus felt were needed. Kash grabs a bottle of Champagne and heads right over to the first Security Guard. Kash side slaps the guy with the glass bottle. It thunks but doesn't break. Kash looks at the bottle, disappointed it didn't shatter on the man's face. He went down like a ton of bricks from the blow and the other two guards just stare.
Jason Kash: So do people really, I mean REALLY think I'm the underdog in this match? Do you? How bout you big boy? Fuck you both...(Looks back to the camera) I didn't know I had a wikipedia but I'm going to look now. What I'm getting at is that you run your mouth far too much without having something "concrete" behind it. No factual truth in almost anything you say. Like Vegas odds, are you dumb? People even those who dislike me are betting KASH..Why? I'm Grand Fucking Slam, how often does that NOT make it as the favorite? You need to stop looking at Bailey's Vegas odds and see our match. This is where your attention needs to be and up until that Vegas comment I assumed it was.
What's even more funnier is that you somehow figured I shouldn't be tired during that Handicap match? I hate continuing to come back to this but it's your new HIGH Achievement so I guess it's whats to be expected. I went through Yarmouth who is how tall, how big? Then I beat TJ who you've puckered up for a quoted like he was your new hero. I pinned him. So to say after two BIG FUCKERS I wouldn't be tired? I'm 6'2" you fucking midget! I smoked weed for the majority of my life. My stamina is my weak link to my entire game. Where I wouldn't or shouldn't have been tired? Are you fucking dumb? No, you're a...Mo'Ron![/i] That's Mo to the Ron! You fit the bill, I take the steal and score. WHUT-UP![/color]
As Jason Kash begins to unwrap the unbroken bottle of champagne, one of the two remaining Security Guards go to help their comrade up. The much bigger security guard who isn't helping has his eyes locked on Kash. Not noticing the big hired security guy, Kash tips back the bottle and it sloshes into his mouth. Cold, a nice white grape flavoring. Most of it pours out over the edges of his mouth and down his neck and chest. Tidus Howe pops up out of his seat, looks up at the Security guard staring down Kash and quickly walks over to a drinking Kash.
Tidus Howe: Hey, hey, listen my friend. You are pissing people off all around you. Eventually you need to slow things down, relax a bit. You don't have to lose control everywhere you go.
Spitting up any remaining bubbly in his mouth, Kash leans forward and uses Tidus shirt to wipe his mouth. Making sure to look up into the eyes of Tidus as he does it. Knowing it's rude but not really caring, Kash stands tall and looks over at the downed Security guard being helped out the door. Now only the one big Guard is remaining.
Jason Kash: Who's not in control? You need to quit worrying so much, like we need some fucking Rent-A-Cops. I'm fighting someone in what 2 days now? I'm fine, just anxious. This was fun though, I enjoyed playing dress up!
Tidus Howe: You're too anxious I think. You're too wrapped up in wanting to hurt Hopkins and you're taking it out on anyone around you. What did that guard do? He was doing his job, Hopkins is coming. Chill out alright?
Jason Kash: Chill out? I was trying to listen to Hopsin the other day online. I typed in Hopkins instead and Youtube didn't show anything I wanted to hear. Hell it didn't even bring up Hopkins matches. That's how lowly known this fucker is. However this dude thinks he can repeat history? Thinks he can be what Bailey was at my expense? I'm doing more than just chin checking this dude, I'm leaving a message.
Tidus Howe: You're addicted.
Jason Kash: I'm not smoking anymore, you know that! This champagne is just here, I hate alcohol. I'm not some Sally Talfourd lush so don't accuse me of that either.
Tidus Howe: No, you're addicted to this Wrestling Violence. This streak of wanting to hurt others and while I am a BIG fan of this realistic you I worry that you will look too much into hurting and not enough into winning the match. If the end comes, pin him, finish him off. Retain your Championship Kash, you've worked too hard not too...
He never thought of it as an addiction. He was wanting at all times of the day to hurt someone. In the line at a grocery store, he wanted to drive a knee into some old dude's back for using a check book to pay for his groceries. He face palmed a little Japanese kid because he came up to fast asking for an autograph. He laughed at the kid when he fell and started crying. He looks like a ton of bricks just hit him in the face, reality had set in on himself.
Jason Kash: Uhh...I'm...Not giving a shit how you or anyone else sees me. What I know is that Sunday Night I get my injection of Violence. I know that this Sunday, I make One Night into a HELL for Jair Hopsin...Hopkins and not Bailey, not Ramirez can help him prepare for it. Oh hey, did you get those tickets? You know...The ones for that person we want to show up?
Tidus Howe: Yeah..I think maybe it's stepping over the line a bit but who am I to decide what you do right?
Jason Kash: Right, make sure to use words like "boo" and "Shawty" or however the kids are saying it these days. I'm so glad I was raised in a different Generation..This match though? It's going to be Suicidal!
Kash's awkward smile, the way his teeth are showing and his eyes squint. The scene fades from that face and ends to a black screen.
