Post by Jason Cashe on Nov 20, 2012 3:12:03 GMT -4
Backstage at the Meltdown show in Salem, MA and Jason Kash is seen leading a camera man into his locker room after the event is officially over. He has competed already and did what he came to Meltdown to do and decided to get right into his next position on the timeline. Each step is a new focus for him as he holds the door for the camera man to enter and then he lets the door shut.
Jason Kash: So after Young Mannie goes down and that's exactly what happened. He put up a nice little fight but in the end I still found a way to have the "W" in my favor. Who doubted me? Who cares who doubted me, I came through just like I said I would. I left my mark on Mannie and I don't think he'll want to be finished with me by any means. That's fine, I rather enjoy coming to Meltdown and adding a name to their show. Giving back even if what I am giving isn't wanted or appreciated by the people who boo me these days. Now though I have to switch my focus, see whats in front of me and not what has past me for now. Julius Farquhar!
Sweating from his match, Kash sits down on a bench and grabs a towel. He wipes his face and his bare chest before tossing the towel out of the scene. He smiles as he looks back at the camera and nods before speaking.
Jason Kash: (mimicking a siren) weeerrrrweeeerrrrrr! Julius Farquhar, Come on down, you're the next contestant in "To Catch a Beatdown" with Jason Kash! One on one yet again, where will it go this time? This match probably doesn't much "Matter" as far as the rankings go or who stands where in their given Title pictures because let's face it. If I beat you, you still have to go into Christmas Chaos defending that TapOut Title against a Gauntlet of others. I will still go into Chaos looking to reclaim my Suicidal Championship I should have never lost!
More importantly though I still, regardless of this match go forward to seek out the decapitation of Johnny Knuckles. Something I'm sure you and many others want me to accomplish. Have you ever wanted to end a man's career, his mere existence as much as I want too with Knuckles? He's been a humping the leg dog to me for the last 6 years and I thought, I hoped he would have learned his lesson last year at RassleMania but he hasn't...
Grabbing his head with both hands it's like he has a major headache. He squeezes it and begins to rock a bit back and forth. With his right hand, he open palm stiff arms the side of his head and his eyes pop up with his face, staring right into the camera again. A small laugh creeps out but fades as he goes back into speaking to the camera.
Jason Kash: Enough about Knuckles. If I talked about him all the time, I'd might as well get a branding on my ball sack. That's how painful it is to even be associated with that man anymore. Six long years he's been at my side trying to either beat me or no homo suck me off for any success I can give him by riding shotgun on MY roller coaster. I'm sure you feel the same way about TJ and his repeated attempts at beating you.
Annoying leg humpers I call them and they should be put down like the dogs they are. At least beating them comes easy right? See that's what makes me excited about Knuckles now. I don't just aim to prevent him from beating me but I want his career in my hands, his LIFE if that's what it takes. I want to do to him what no man has done to another man inside the squared circle. I want to purposely put him in a Hospital bed...PERMANENTLY! Heh...I'm getting ahead of myself..Anxious is all..
Rubbing away sweat from his face, Kash flings out his hand as he grabs his towel again. The door to the locker room opens and in comes Tidus Howe. The man Kash had been having on board to handle the business side of things. Recently fired, Kash wasn't sure he'd ever see the man again. Yet here he was and behind him was Amarant Cornell. The man hired on as Head of Security. Kash stands up and puts a smile on his face as the two men enter the room. The door shuts behind them.
Jason Kash: Well, I'm kind of surprised you're here? I fired you didn't I? Heh.
Tidus Howe: Oh yes, you sure did but see I'm a Manager. A manager of many things, not just where your paycheck goes for safe keeping. I'm not here to announce I've screwed you because I don't need you money.
Jason Kash: Are you going to get to the point or is this just some rambling?
Tidus Howe: I earned your loyalty Jason. The hand print? The bloody hand print that you damn near forced me to do...I earned my place! So if you think betraying me will just be left untouched then you've seriously...heh...got an-
Jason Kash: Hold that thought...Big Man? Amarant right? Yeah, whats the name on your paychecks since you started working for me..hrmmm Him, whatever?
Amarant: Your name.
Jason Kash: Good. I have some more stuff to say to the camera man here who is doing a FINE JOB at filming this whole little chat! Amarant, earn your pay.
Stepping out of the way, Amarant crashes into Tidus Howe from behind and the much smaller man flips over the bench and lands to the floor. The big man grabs hold of Howe with one hand and begins driving punch after punch into the downed man. Kash smiles and softly lifts the edge of the camera so it rises up and focuses on him. The beat down continuing in the background as Kash's voice comes out certain with tone.
Jason Kash: Rematches. A Series of some sort. Sometimes it's something more than just your average rivalry. Then again this wouldn't be that would it? What would we call this Farquhar? I'm positive you'll find some way to put down my intelligence and that's fine. I'm not parading around pretending to be Einstein, I know I'm a common dude. I come from a low class environment and that's what has made me into the person I am today. Education got replaced with Experience. I have a natural ability where as you went to some high priced school to develop your talent.
Maybe you're better. That last match we had shows that so it MUST be true right? You've kept TJ at bay not once but twice and that alone is tremendous work. I truly applaud your ability inside the ring and think without question you'll be a World Champion sooner rather than later. Something I've been twice and got there beating our current World Champion. See I beat her fresh off her leave from Overdrive. She took a full year to adapt to the Asylum style, the rush, the fast pace and straight, no bull shit action that THIS show brings before she could claim the crown she has.
The screams coming from Tidus Howe gargle with blood as his mouth fills with it after a few hard shots. He squeals in pain, even makes attempts at pleading but soon his grunts and motions for peace go silent. Just the sound of a hard fist smacking into flesh. Kash closes his eyes and smiles as he smells the air slowly as if sensing the blood in the air.
Jason Kash: I realized something the other day. I was in need of a reality check and losing the Suicidal Championship did that for me. It was like opening my eyes for the first time, seeing color after having been color blind. Back when Sally Talfourd and myself were the Final Two in the Extreme Elimination Chamber and she knocked out my teeth? She left her mark on my career. She did something I can never forget her for doing. (Hi Sally) Then when I beat Jair Hopkins, I used my own blood and slapped a bloody hand print on his back. Left him beaten.
I made my mark and tonight I left it with Young Mannie. Leaving my mark is the last big THING I can do to cement my legacy. To make it to the Hall of Fame...To do that I must do things to be remembered for and you now belong on that laundry list. I need to seal up loose ends and you've become one the day you pinned me during our first meeting. I can't leave any doubts Farquhar, a man of your standards understand that don't you? You can appreciate needing to settle old wounds. Hopefully then you too will forgive me for whooping your ass...
Amarant: Hey! Have can I stop this nonsense now?
Looking over his shoulder, Tidus seems to be unconscious. His face bouncing off Amarant's fist which has also donned a crimson coat. The big man stops punching as Kash's voice stops being heard and looks up at his Boss. Kash lets out a single laugh before waving him off and turning back to the camera. Amarant wipes the blood off on Tidus's shirt before rising to his feet.
Amarant: I am not fighting your battles, I'm not being paid to be a weapon.
Kash snaps back to Amarant and stares coldly at the bigger man. He starts to turn around and walk over to him but Kash keeps himself under control. Losing control over small things will cost him. He takes a deep breath and clears his throat.
Jason Kash: You're weak minded. I wouldn't use you as a weapon for a real fight, you'd be all of useless in this world. You are a paid Monkey and what do you care about that piece of shit? Just stand there and shut your fucking pipe bomb before I blow you up.
Giving the big man one last stare down, Kash turns back to the camera and tries to piece together what he had wanted to say. To the man he'd be across the ring from come Asylum. The man who has already beaten him before and to Kash, there is always a pinch of revenge to be had.
Jason Kash: Farquhar...I might not be "Quintessential" and maybe I had to Google that shit to know it's definition. So what? I know what it means now and let me tell you something about being Quintessential. You might be the Quintessential English Wrestler but I'm Quintessentially Dangerous when I dislike someone and guess what Farq? I don't much like you. We might both get boos, we might both have a disliking for Anthony Bailey and many other clowns on the Asylum roster but I have a vendetta against you. I don't much like to leave things in question and you beating me inside that ring the first time we squabbled? That leaves something to question.
Do you really have my number? Are you among the few who has a concrete position ahead of me on the pecking order? One thing is for sure my dear crumpet, we will find out the answer at Asylum. I'm on a new mind frame as of late if you haven't noticed. I like the sight of blood. Nothing cult like, no voo doo, not Twilight gay either but knowing that I opened someone up in a legal contest of combat? That drives me BONKERS! That's almost as good as watching a female working the poles bending over and that big, fat...PUFF pops out at me and almost BEGS me to throw down some dollars and help her pay tuition for College classes.
You know what I mean? Is there anything that gives you that RUSH? Now I'm a bleeder myself, I bleed fairly easy and it's no secret if you watch the last few BIG matches I've had. Thing is..That shit gets the blood pumping as well, this stuff is motivation for me now Farq and you get to "Dance" with that kind of OUT THERE when Asylum comes to good old Kentucky! Get some chicken, it's great with a side order of Waffles and some syrup. Southern Tea rocks too! Everything's better in America! The Wild and Free...
Free for people like Anthony Bailey who now has scrambled to be relevant again after falling off by aligning himself around people who are still rising. You've beaten him, how does it feel Farquhar? I will get that feeling eventually and that will be something else we share with one another. Something else we'll share? We will share a win over each other, we will leave this thing between us to have further questions. A Technical guy versus the Wrestling Violence that is who I have become. The match is set, locked, and my guns will be loaded..Click, Clack, BANG!!
Amarant: So we done?
Walking towards Amarant, Kash points at him. As he stands in front of Amarant, Kash sticks his pointing finger dead into Amarant's chest.
Jason Kash: You're gonna get fucked up...Keep speaking at me like that, I'm thump lump your fucking skull. If we can't work together we as a unit will crumble. I will not let you be the cause of my crumble. Do you understand?
Amarant: Oh yeah..loud and clear...
Jason Kash: You want to do something useful? I need to be prepared for Julius Farquhar. Let's go...
Turning the knob to the locker room door, Jason Kash is the first to step out into the hallway. Amarant stares into the camera but follows behind Jason and they both stand in the hallway. Kash backhands Amarant's chest and leans in like he has a secret.
Jason Kash: Haha..So if I'm able, Should I or Shouldn't I "Tea Bag" Farquhar inside the ring? He is a man who likes his tea...I need to leave the "Mark"....TO THE BAT CAVE!!!
Kash jumps to the left of the screen like you'd have seen watching Adam West playing Batman on the old TV Series. Amarant gets to shaking his head as he walks after Kash making one last comment before the scene fades.
Amarant: I am NOT wearing tights!!
Jason Kash: So after Young Mannie goes down and that's exactly what happened. He put up a nice little fight but in the end I still found a way to have the "W" in my favor. Who doubted me? Who cares who doubted me, I came through just like I said I would. I left my mark on Mannie and I don't think he'll want to be finished with me by any means. That's fine, I rather enjoy coming to Meltdown and adding a name to their show. Giving back even if what I am giving isn't wanted or appreciated by the people who boo me these days. Now though I have to switch my focus, see whats in front of me and not what has past me for now. Julius Farquhar!
Sweating from his match, Kash sits down on a bench and grabs a towel. He wipes his face and his bare chest before tossing the towel out of the scene. He smiles as he looks back at the camera and nods before speaking.
Jason Kash: (mimicking a siren) weeerrrrweeeerrrrrr! Julius Farquhar, Come on down, you're the next contestant in "To Catch a Beatdown" with Jason Kash! One on one yet again, where will it go this time? This match probably doesn't much "Matter" as far as the rankings go or who stands where in their given Title pictures because let's face it. If I beat you, you still have to go into Christmas Chaos defending that TapOut Title against a Gauntlet of others. I will still go into Chaos looking to reclaim my Suicidal Championship I should have never lost!
More importantly though I still, regardless of this match go forward to seek out the decapitation of Johnny Knuckles. Something I'm sure you and many others want me to accomplish. Have you ever wanted to end a man's career, his mere existence as much as I want too with Knuckles? He's been a humping the leg dog to me for the last 6 years and I thought, I hoped he would have learned his lesson last year at RassleMania but he hasn't...
Grabbing his head with both hands it's like he has a major headache. He squeezes it and begins to rock a bit back and forth. With his right hand, he open palm stiff arms the side of his head and his eyes pop up with his face, staring right into the camera again. A small laugh creeps out but fades as he goes back into speaking to the camera.
Jason Kash: Enough about Knuckles. If I talked about him all the time, I'd might as well get a branding on my ball sack. That's how painful it is to even be associated with that man anymore. Six long years he's been at my side trying to either beat me or no homo suck me off for any success I can give him by riding shotgun on MY roller coaster. I'm sure you feel the same way about TJ and his repeated attempts at beating you.
Annoying leg humpers I call them and they should be put down like the dogs they are. At least beating them comes easy right? See that's what makes me excited about Knuckles now. I don't just aim to prevent him from beating me but I want his career in my hands, his LIFE if that's what it takes. I want to do to him what no man has done to another man inside the squared circle. I want to purposely put him in a Hospital bed...PERMANENTLY! Heh...I'm getting ahead of myself..Anxious is all..
Rubbing away sweat from his face, Kash flings out his hand as he grabs his towel again. The door to the locker room opens and in comes Tidus Howe. The man Kash had been having on board to handle the business side of things. Recently fired, Kash wasn't sure he'd ever see the man again. Yet here he was and behind him was Amarant Cornell. The man hired on as Head of Security. Kash stands up and puts a smile on his face as the two men enter the room. The door shuts behind them.
Jason Kash: Well, I'm kind of surprised you're here? I fired you didn't I? Heh.
Tidus Howe: Oh yes, you sure did but see I'm a Manager. A manager of many things, not just where your paycheck goes for safe keeping. I'm not here to announce I've screwed you because I don't need you money.
Jason Kash: Are you going to get to the point or is this just some rambling?
Tidus Howe: I earned your loyalty Jason. The hand print? The bloody hand print that you damn near forced me to do...I earned my place! So if you think betraying me will just be left untouched then you've seriously...heh...got an-
Jason Kash: Hold that thought...Big Man? Amarant right? Yeah, whats the name on your paychecks since you started working for me..hrmmm Him, whatever?
Amarant: Your name.
Jason Kash: Good. I have some more stuff to say to the camera man here who is doing a FINE JOB at filming this whole little chat! Amarant, earn your pay.
Stepping out of the way, Amarant crashes into Tidus Howe from behind and the much smaller man flips over the bench and lands to the floor. The big man grabs hold of Howe with one hand and begins driving punch after punch into the downed man. Kash smiles and softly lifts the edge of the camera so it rises up and focuses on him. The beat down continuing in the background as Kash's voice comes out certain with tone.
Jason Kash: Rematches. A Series of some sort. Sometimes it's something more than just your average rivalry. Then again this wouldn't be that would it? What would we call this Farquhar? I'm positive you'll find some way to put down my intelligence and that's fine. I'm not parading around pretending to be Einstein, I know I'm a common dude. I come from a low class environment and that's what has made me into the person I am today. Education got replaced with Experience. I have a natural ability where as you went to some high priced school to develop your talent.
Maybe you're better. That last match we had shows that so it MUST be true right? You've kept TJ at bay not once but twice and that alone is tremendous work. I truly applaud your ability inside the ring and think without question you'll be a World Champion sooner rather than later. Something I've been twice and got there beating our current World Champion. See I beat her fresh off her leave from Overdrive. She took a full year to adapt to the Asylum style, the rush, the fast pace and straight, no bull shit action that THIS show brings before she could claim the crown she has.
The screams coming from Tidus Howe gargle with blood as his mouth fills with it after a few hard shots. He squeals in pain, even makes attempts at pleading but soon his grunts and motions for peace go silent. Just the sound of a hard fist smacking into flesh. Kash closes his eyes and smiles as he smells the air slowly as if sensing the blood in the air.
Jason Kash: I realized something the other day. I was in need of a reality check and losing the Suicidal Championship did that for me. It was like opening my eyes for the first time, seeing color after having been color blind. Back when Sally Talfourd and myself were the Final Two in the Extreme Elimination Chamber and she knocked out my teeth? She left her mark on my career. She did something I can never forget her for doing. (Hi Sally) Then when I beat Jair Hopkins, I used my own blood and slapped a bloody hand print on his back. Left him beaten.
I made my mark and tonight I left it with Young Mannie. Leaving my mark is the last big THING I can do to cement my legacy. To make it to the Hall of Fame...To do that I must do things to be remembered for and you now belong on that laundry list. I need to seal up loose ends and you've become one the day you pinned me during our first meeting. I can't leave any doubts Farquhar, a man of your standards understand that don't you? You can appreciate needing to settle old wounds. Hopefully then you too will forgive me for whooping your ass...
Amarant: Hey! Have can I stop this nonsense now?
Looking over his shoulder, Tidus seems to be unconscious. His face bouncing off Amarant's fist which has also donned a crimson coat. The big man stops punching as Kash's voice stops being heard and looks up at his Boss. Kash lets out a single laugh before waving him off and turning back to the camera. Amarant wipes the blood off on Tidus's shirt before rising to his feet.
Amarant: I am not fighting your battles, I'm not being paid to be a weapon.
Kash snaps back to Amarant and stares coldly at the bigger man. He starts to turn around and walk over to him but Kash keeps himself under control. Losing control over small things will cost him. He takes a deep breath and clears his throat.
Jason Kash: You're weak minded. I wouldn't use you as a weapon for a real fight, you'd be all of useless in this world. You are a paid Monkey and what do you care about that piece of shit? Just stand there and shut your fucking pipe bomb before I blow you up.
Giving the big man one last stare down, Kash turns back to the camera and tries to piece together what he had wanted to say. To the man he'd be across the ring from come Asylum. The man who has already beaten him before and to Kash, there is always a pinch of revenge to be had.
Jason Kash: Farquhar...I might not be "Quintessential" and maybe I had to Google that shit to know it's definition. So what? I know what it means now and let me tell you something about being Quintessential. You might be the Quintessential English Wrestler but I'm Quintessentially Dangerous when I dislike someone and guess what Farq? I don't much like you. We might both get boos, we might both have a disliking for Anthony Bailey and many other clowns on the Asylum roster but I have a vendetta against you. I don't much like to leave things in question and you beating me inside that ring the first time we squabbled? That leaves something to question.
Do you really have my number? Are you among the few who has a concrete position ahead of me on the pecking order? One thing is for sure my dear crumpet, we will find out the answer at Asylum. I'm on a new mind frame as of late if you haven't noticed. I like the sight of blood. Nothing cult like, no voo doo, not Twilight gay either but knowing that I opened someone up in a legal contest of combat? That drives me BONKERS! That's almost as good as watching a female working the poles bending over and that big, fat...PUFF pops out at me and almost BEGS me to throw down some dollars and help her pay tuition for College classes.
You know what I mean? Is there anything that gives you that RUSH? Now I'm a bleeder myself, I bleed fairly easy and it's no secret if you watch the last few BIG matches I've had. Thing is..That shit gets the blood pumping as well, this stuff is motivation for me now Farq and you get to "Dance" with that kind of OUT THERE when Asylum comes to good old Kentucky! Get some chicken, it's great with a side order of Waffles and some syrup. Southern Tea rocks too! Everything's better in America! The Wild and Free...
Free for people like Anthony Bailey who now has scrambled to be relevant again after falling off by aligning himself around people who are still rising. You've beaten him, how does it feel Farquhar? I will get that feeling eventually and that will be something else we share with one another. Something else we'll share? We will share a win over each other, we will leave this thing between us to have further questions. A Technical guy versus the Wrestling Violence that is who I have become. The match is set, locked, and my guns will be loaded..Click, Clack, BANG!!
Amarant: So we done?
Walking towards Amarant, Kash points at him. As he stands in front of Amarant, Kash sticks his pointing finger dead into Amarant's chest.
Jason Kash: You're gonna get fucked up...Keep speaking at me like that, I'm thump lump your fucking skull. If we can't work together we as a unit will crumble. I will not let you be the cause of my crumble. Do you understand?
Amarant: Oh yeah..loud and clear...
Jason Kash: You want to do something useful? I need to be prepared for Julius Farquhar. Let's go...
Turning the knob to the locker room door, Jason Kash is the first to step out into the hallway. Amarant stares into the camera but follows behind Jason and they both stand in the hallway. Kash backhands Amarant's chest and leans in like he has a secret.
Jason Kash: Haha..So if I'm able, Should I or Shouldn't I "Tea Bag" Farquhar inside the ring? He is a man who likes his tea...I need to leave the "Mark"....TO THE BAT CAVE!!!
Kash jumps to the left of the screen like you'd have seen watching Adam West playing Batman on the old TV Series. Amarant gets to shaking his head as he walks after Kash making one last comment before the scene fades.
Amarant: I am NOT wearing tights!!
