Post by Jason Cashe on Mar 17, 2013 6:18:11 GMT -4
Organized Violence...It seems like only yesterday...
The 2011 APW Award for Best Tag Team shines off the lighting of the camera as the scene opens inside the home of Jason Kash. Standing in his basement, looking at the memories that were created to earn this award. The victories, the celebration, the WOMEN! Easily one of his favorite times spent in the business.
Jason Kash: We sure were something weren't we? Imagine the Tag Team scene today if we were still riding this success. That'd be something wouldn't it? Think of how long we'd have remained Champions, how many teams we'd have sent to the unemployment line or into singles competition because they just couldn't get it done against us. We sure ruined Sally and Havok's plans didn't we? Heh...Only so we could lose them to Red Shield Mafia. Or I'm sorry, only so I could lose them because YOU weren't there. I didn't have a partner that night, I didn't have the man who earned this award with me there. One Night in Hell of that year started off terrible. Why did that happen? Because of a girl? Because of some GASH that you fell in love with? You chose THAT over THIS? Your career over a female is the decision you made, not me. You live with that knowledge everyday and each and every time I've attacked you, every time you've thought of my name...You have to remember you gave it all up.
YOU asked for what has become of this friendship. Wanting to accomplish things on your own when you came back. Forgetting that we were suppose to be BROTHERS!! You gave that up, and I will make you sorry for doing that. For causing that rift, for causing me to be put through a table at the hands of RSM. To have to lose against Red Shield Mafia in the first place, who were no bigger threats than Swiper The Weasel on Dora The Explorer. You wanted this Shane and now you've got it. Now you've got what you clearly wanted and it will end with blood being spilt and careers being shortened. I hope that bitch was worth it. This though, this award? It means SHIT...
In a sudden rush, the Award is launched against a far wall. It breaks into a few pieces and falls clanking to the floor. He stares at it for a moment before moving over to one of his shelves that hold and model off his Championships. He approaches the middle shelf and removes the APW Tag Title that he had won with Shane Borderland. His hand jumps and quickly he shakes it off and continues...
Jason Kash: At the time, this was a World Title to us both. We were at the top of the world weren't we? I've had a well documented streak of bad luck with Partners, allies if you will and you were no different. This was all the motivation I needed and even when the chips were down, when my partner walked away...I defended this belt, OUR belts on my own. Mr. Dangerous came down and tried to fill in a role but he only caused the final blow to the death of Organized Violence. All...Thanks...to you. So after all this time, after all I've done in this company here you are! Returning for the second? No third time! Hehe..what happened the second time, why'd you leave again? Oh yeah!! I laid you out in a bar when you sat next to me and tried to chalk up conversation. Like old friends remembering the good old days!
While you were in line for a World Title shot. A Title I had twice while you were away, a title I earned that same night I lost the Tag Titles. You and everyone else knows the goddamn story by now. You made the mistake of thinking bygones could be bygones Shane. You regretfully sat down next to the wrong person at the bar that night and your ankle reminded you of that mistake for a few months after. As you watched the Elimination Chamber match, the very same match I won the World Title in a year before...You watched it knowing you should have been there! I took that from you. I also took a second World Title shot from you Shane and why do you think that happened? It's real simple, no need to actually guess..That would take you forever!
He laughs but his hand cramps and begins to rattle again. He clinches it tightly and open and closes his fingers a few times.
That second one was because I wanted you to feel the pain I felt losing a World Title not once but twice in APW. I wanted you to feel that agony of defeat knowing I cost you something you desired and wanted because then maybe you could feel how I felt when you walked away. I never NEEDED you Shane, but the friendship we had, the trust that was built? That was crumbled down because of you and my loyalty, my trust isn't just something randomly handed out to people. You had it and lost it without even giving me a heads up. One day, poof...Gone. I remember the night before One Night in Hell when I had to defend the Tag Titles. You texted me and said Give Em Hell or some shit. I couldn't believe the nerve of you...
Was that your way of saying you were sorry? Fuck you and your sorry. I made sure that your sorry would be amplified to extreme heights! I made you wish you hadn't even known me and if you haven't felt that yet, trust me it will come soon enough. This match has been in my mind since the day you disappeared. Since that bridge of trust fell, I have sought out this very moment. I've gone through names, I've been defeated. I've won and lost Championships but this moment, against you, no rules, no restrictions? I bury the past in you and move on with my life and my career. See Shane I am a Soldier, not the kind you find saluting in some Military but I'm the kind of guy who gets on the Battlefield and doesn't want to come off until I've earned the right to leave with scars and honors or I'm carried out because of defeat. Those are my only two options for leaving this business. This match will give me neither but it will give me a fix to this Addiction that nobody else can give me right now. Smelling your blood as it mixes with your sweat, hearing your screams, feeling your body convulse in pain...THAT feeds my Addiction. I'm getting my fix..
He drops the Tag Title onto the floor at his feet as both hands shiver in a violent shake. Clinching both fists and shaking them a bit, he bites down on his bottom lip slightly. Looking back at the shelve he looks around at all the titles he has won. How each of them brings in a new memory of his reign. Kicking the Tag Title across the floor, he moves around the other belts to fill the empty spot more. Again his hand and arm shiver like it's cold. He isn't cold though and grabs his arm, pulling it in and staring down at it. He ignores the shake again and continues...
Jason Kash: You're battle tested but maybe you aren't ready for this Shane. Maybe the things in your head, what you want to do to me are only wild ideas that come with meeting a real E.T. or having sex with a Mermaid. Those things happen in two places. Dreams and Fantasies and this world we live in is neither of those places so you're fucked. You dishonorably deserted your post and if this was a Military, you'd be condemned and labeled as a deserter but here in this world, this profession? People just see you for the bitch, the scum that you've proven to be. Who from day one has tried to help you rise and grow? Who backstage now comes and tries to feed off your experience? Who asks you for guidance now? Jackson?
Your little pretend Wrestler friend who couldn't even cut it in a small dinky spot like Danger House Wrestling when I owned it? Pathetic just as you are for thinking of yourself as being anything more than my shadow. You wanted to leave and now you might be forced too because I'm not looking to just finish a match or have a back and forth brawl with you. I'd win that too easily. No, I want an all out war! I want the stains inside the ring when Terry Marvin and CJ Gates compete to be the reminder that I fucked you up inside that ring earlier in the night. I want it to be visible and seen by everyone. The pool of dried up blood smack down in the center of that ring. MY RassleMania moment...Yet another in my 2 years in this Company...How many do you have Shane? One and it's because of me you have that. Never, ever forget it.
As he walks towards the wooden staircase leading up into the Main part of the House, he looks down at the small pile that consists of the APW 2011 Tag Team Of The Year trophy that's in pieces and the Tag Title.
Jason Kash: That's garbage now..It'll go in the trash just like my old partner's worth will come RassleMania.
Taking the first step, he grabs the railing and his arm rattles shaking the railing. He releases it and begins taking the stairs by two steps at a time. Entering through the door, he steps into the Living Room. There he finds Eamon Clayne, his assistant. A useless one at that, the man is so fried in the head that he sometimes just doesn't make sense. Kash turns around to lock up the basement and jumps as he notices Reaver leaned back into the corner right behind where the basement door opens.
Jason Kash: What the fuck man!? You trying to give me a heart attack? Wh-Why are you standing in the corner anyways?
Reaver: If I continue to sit near that man, I am going to leave him a bloody mess. You seem tense, are you worried I might put a knife in your back for disfiguring my face?
Jason Kash: Well...yeah I mean...I just wanna be able to trust you to have my back in this. We're gonna do big things with Asylum, once this is all laid out in the open people will scramble to remove our foots from their asses. Hehe..I'd hate to give you another scar and all..
Reaver jolts from the corner and Kash flinches and moves as Reaver passes him by. His eyes stay on Kash as he passes and Kash gets a shiver and tries to ignore worry of Reaver.
Knuckles is gone, he's buried. Reaver thanked me. Aligning with a known rival was part of the plan. It's why this whole thing will work. We were asked to trust him and we must. Reaver and I both must give loyalty to the plan.
Eamon Clayne nods and smiles as Kash walks over and plops down into his Leather couch. Leaning over, Kash snatches the remote from Eamon and the man groans like he's half retarded and his facial expression doesn't help any.
Eamon Clayne: You've been such an ass since you got knocked silly by Borderland on Asylum. Are you mad at me?
Jason Kash: You're proving to be pretty useless Eamon. I'm tired of dead weight around me. Borderland was dead weight and became just as useless. So watch RassleMania and see what happens with useless weight that crowds me. Feed off me like he did and you'll be laid out in a ditch, no different than how I'll leave him...Now go get some Pizzas those..."Sandwiches" earlier just made me hungry.
Eamon Clayne: Hahaha! Okay yeah man, no problem...Can I..uh..get a few bucks for the food? I'm out of funds bro!
Didn't I just have this discussion with him? Maybe he was retarded before his brain got fried? I now know the meaning of that egg commercial back in the day. This is your brain on drugs...
Jason Kash: Yeah...here, take some money out of my wallet. I know how much is in there too so take what you need, not what you want.
Eamon fumbles through the wallet, jumping his eyes from the wallet to Kash and then back to the wallet a few times. He pulls out a few bills and pockets it, handing the wallet back to Kash and turning for the door. He leaves the house and lets the door slam shut. Kash is a mood already and would have thumped him to the eyeball if he was here right now. Looking down at his hand, he realizes it has a small shake to it. The addiction is getting stronger, making him much more antsy to wanna get inside the ring. His mind, his thoughts fiddle around like a dancing elf and as ideas, visions of his upcoming matches play into his thoughts the addiction continues to grow.
Jason Kash: Reaver you still around?
Of course he's around, he's a god damn psycho and I've gone and aligned with him! Best move ever made Kash, real genius of you! It wasn't me though, this whole plan, this whole idea wasn't mine to claim but it's something I can see and trust as truth. And it's something Reaver and I agree with entirely.
No answer. He almost feels like getting up to look but if Reaver was around, Kash didn't want to be surprised by him again. He might attack in a reflex and who knows how Reaver would react then. All bets would be off and Kash for one didn't envy TJ going into RassleMania, not with Reaver. After a while sitting there it was apparent that Reaver wasn't going to disturb Kash any. His thoughts go quickly back to Borderland..
Stomping away. Stomping away at his face as he lays there unconscious and fighting for not only the match but his life. Blood squirting out from gashes and wounds, touching his blood, feeling it's heat. I can feel it now. My body warms with it's touch and I enjoy it. Aghhh...Aghhh...AGGHHHHH!!!
Jason Kash: I can't wait Shane. I can't wait to get inside the ring. At this upcoming Rumble I will just taste the fix to my addiction, 29 other men and women cannot fill the void I have right now but you can. I want to hurt you Shane, I want to see you break. I want to feel your will to go further drop below zero like cold weather. I want and I shall seek to find my fix. You won't be the answer to this addiction, not at all. You will just be a short term fix. This is never ending, this addiction is to remain until my body cannot handle it any longer. Until I've had my last shot of adrenaline pumped into my veins, until Action puts me in a retirement home because it DAMN SURE won't be you who does that. It takes you to catch me at surprise to lay me out like that. Just like your victory over Keaton Saint. I was just as surprised with that as anyone else watching that match. You didn't really beat him, he beat himself. Call it masterbation because the man went on to do what you have failed to do since our days on the road. He became a Champion.
Do you dare think you could have done the same given that same match on that same night? Would we see Shane Borderland beat Phil Atken? Become a World Champion and go into RassleMania with the biggest chip on your shoulder! Boy that would have been special huh? Sure would, yee haww you'd be as dumb as a rubber duck thinking you could become a World Champion in APW. Nobody would place that bet because nobody knows when you'll up and vanish again. Look at how Michael Lively made you look! He embarrassed you and you did NOTHING, couldn't do anything if you tried and you somehow think this is any different?
It's WORSE because Lively isn't HALF the man he thinks he is. He's not recent Grand, he's just old news now...And you still got one upped by him. Then left not long after right? You're unfaithful to your craft Shane, you look for a way out when things become too hard or the challenge is pushing against you. I've seen it in your eyes Shane, I know when you have worry and I'll see it again come the 24th. March is the month of finishing off my past and moving into the future. The blue prints are laid out and I know the design, I'm creating nothing short of a Highlight Reel come RassleMania. Starring Shane Borderland as the victim..
Reaver: Good one...
Jason Kash: What? Where are you, I can't even see you?
Reaver: We should train together sometime soon...It'll do us both some good going into the big show..
Jason Kash: Wha...Yeah...SSure, no problem! Anytime! Where again are you right now? Kind of creepy you're hiding in my house..
Reaver: He's pulling up to the house now...
The scene jumps to outside where a Limousine pulls up in front of Jason's house. The driver exits the vehicle and rushes around the back. He opens the door and the feet of someone drops down onto the concrete as the scene fades to black...
The 2011 APW Award for Best Tag Team shines off the lighting of the camera as the scene opens inside the home of Jason Kash. Standing in his basement, looking at the memories that were created to earn this award. The victories, the celebration, the WOMEN! Easily one of his favorite times spent in the business.
Jason Kash: We sure were something weren't we? Imagine the Tag Team scene today if we were still riding this success. That'd be something wouldn't it? Think of how long we'd have remained Champions, how many teams we'd have sent to the unemployment line or into singles competition because they just couldn't get it done against us. We sure ruined Sally and Havok's plans didn't we? Heh...Only so we could lose them to Red Shield Mafia. Or I'm sorry, only so I could lose them because YOU weren't there. I didn't have a partner that night, I didn't have the man who earned this award with me there. One Night in Hell of that year started off terrible. Why did that happen? Because of a girl? Because of some GASH that you fell in love with? You chose THAT over THIS? Your career over a female is the decision you made, not me. You live with that knowledge everyday and each and every time I've attacked you, every time you've thought of my name...You have to remember you gave it all up.
YOU asked for what has become of this friendship. Wanting to accomplish things on your own when you came back. Forgetting that we were suppose to be BROTHERS!! You gave that up, and I will make you sorry for doing that. For causing that rift, for causing me to be put through a table at the hands of RSM. To have to lose against Red Shield Mafia in the first place, who were no bigger threats than Swiper The Weasel on Dora The Explorer. You wanted this Shane and now you've got it. Now you've got what you clearly wanted and it will end with blood being spilt and careers being shortened. I hope that bitch was worth it. This though, this award? It means SHIT...
In a sudden rush, the Award is launched against a far wall. It breaks into a few pieces and falls clanking to the floor. He stares at it for a moment before moving over to one of his shelves that hold and model off his Championships. He approaches the middle shelf and removes the APW Tag Title that he had won with Shane Borderland. His hand jumps and quickly he shakes it off and continues...
Jason Kash: At the time, this was a World Title to us both. We were at the top of the world weren't we? I've had a well documented streak of bad luck with Partners, allies if you will and you were no different. This was all the motivation I needed and even when the chips were down, when my partner walked away...I defended this belt, OUR belts on my own. Mr. Dangerous came down and tried to fill in a role but he only caused the final blow to the death of Organized Violence. All...Thanks...to you. So after all this time, after all I've done in this company here you are! Returning for the second? No third time! Hehe..what happened the second time, why'd you leave again? Oh yeah!! I laid you out in a bar when you sat next to me and tried to chalk up conversation. Like old friends remembering the good old days!
While you were in line for a World Title shot. A Title I had twice while you were away, a title I earned that same night I lost the Tag Titles. You and everyone else knows the goddamn story by now. You made the mistake of thinking bygones could be bygones Shane. You regretfully sat down next to the wrong person at the bar that night and your ankle reminded you of that mistake for a few months after. As you watched the Elimination Chamber match, the very same match I won the World Title in a year before...You watched it knowing you should have been there! I took that from you. I also took a second World Title shot from you Shane and why do you think that happened? It's real simple, no need to actually guess..That would take you forever!
He laughs but his hand cramps and begins to rattle again. He clinches it tightly and open and closes his fingers a few times.
That second one was because I wanted you to feel the pain I felt losing a World Title not once but twice in APW. I wanted you to feel that agony of defeat knowing I cost you something you desired and wanted because then maybe you could feel how I felt when you walked away. I never NEEDED you Shane, but the friendship we had, the trust that was built? That was crumbled down because of you and my loyalty, my trust isn't just something randomly handed out to people. You had it and lost it without even giving me a heads up. One day, poof...Gone. I remember the night before One Night in Hell when I had to defend the Tag Titles. You texted me and said Give Em Hell or some shit. I couldn't believe the nerve of you...
Was that your way of saying you were sorry? Fuck you and your sorry. I made sure that your sorry would be amplified to extreme heights! I made you wish you hadn't even known me and if you haven't felt that yet, trust me it will come soon enough. This match has been in my mind since the day you disappeared. Since that bridge of trust fell, I have sought out this very moment. I've gone through names, I've been defeated. I've won and lost Championships but this moment, against you, no rules, no restrictions? I bury the past in you and move on with my life and my career. See Shane I am a Soldier, not the kind you find saluting in some Military but I'm the kind of guy who gets on the Battlefield and doesn't want to come off until I've earned the right to leave with scars and honors or I'm carried out because of defeat. Those are my only two options for leaving this business. This match will give me neither but it will give me a fix to this Addiction that nobody else can give me right now. Smelling your blood as it mixes with your sweat, hearing your screams, feeling your body convulse in pain...THAT feeds my Addiction. I'm getting my fix..
He drops the Tag Title onto the floor at his feet as both hands shiver in a violent shake. Clinching both fists and shaking them a bit, he bites down on his bottom lip slightly. Looking back at the shelve he looks around at all the titles he has won. How each of them brings in a new memory of his reign. Kicking the Tag Title across the floor, he moves around the other belts to fill the empty spot more. Again his hand and arm shiver like it's cold. He isn't cold though and grabs his arm, pulling it in and staring down at it. He ignores the shake again and continues...
Jason Kash: You're battle tested but maybe you aren't ready for this Shane. Maybe the things in your head, what you want to do to me are only wild ideas that come with meeting a real E.T. or having sex with a Mermaid. Those things happen in two places. Dreams and Fantasies and this world we live in is neither of those places so you're fucked. You dishonorably deserted your post and if this was a Military, you'd be condemned and labeled as a deserter but here in this world, this profession? People just see you for the bitch, the scum that you've proven to be. Who from day one has tried to help you rise and grow? Who backstage now comes and tries to feed off your experience? Who asks you for guidance now? Jackson?
Your little pretend Wrestler friend who couldn't even cut it in a small dinky spot like Danger House Wrestling when I owned it? Pathetic just as you are for thinking of yourself as being anything more than my shadow. You wanted to leave and now you might be forced too because I'm not looking to just finish a match or have a back and forth brawl with you. I'd win that too easily. No, I want an all out war! I want the stains inside the ring when Terry Marvin and CJ Gates compete to be the reminder that I fucked you up inside that ring earlier in the night. I want it to be visible and seen by everyone. The pool of dried up blood smack down in the center of that ring. MY RassleMania moment...Yet another in my 2 years in this Company...How many do you have Shane? One and it's because of me you have that. Never, ever forget it.
As he walks towards the wooden staircase leading up into the Main part of the House, he looks down at the small pile that consists of the APW 2011 Tag Team Of The Year trophy that's in pieces and the Tag Title.
Jason Kash: That's garbage now..It'll go in the trash just like my old partner's worth will come RassleMania.
Taking the first step, he grabs the railing and his arm rattles shaking the railing. He releases it and begins taking the stairs by two steps at a time. Entering through the door, he steps into the Living Room. There he finds Eamon Clayne, his assistant. A useless one at that, the man is so fried in the head that he sometimes just doesn't make sense. Kash turns around to lock up the basement and jumps as he notices Reaver leaned back into the corner right behind where the basement door opens.
Jason Kash: What the fuck man!? You trying to give me a heart attack? Wh-Why are you standing in the corner anyways?
Reaver: If I continue to sit near that man, I am going to leave him a bloody mess. You seem tense, are you worried I might put a knife in your back for disfiguring my face?
Jason Kash: Well...yeah I mean...I just wanna be able to trust you to have my back in this. We're gonna do big things with Asylum, once this is all laid out in the open people will scramble to remove our foots from their asses. Hehe..I'd hate to give you another scar and all..
Reaver jolts from the corner and Kash flinches and moves as Reaver passes him by. His eyes stay on Kash as he passes and Kash gets a shiver and tries to ignore worry of Reaver.
Knuckles is gone, he's buried. Reaver thanked me. Aligning with a known rival was part of the plan. It's why this whole thing will work. We were asked to trust him and we must. Reaver and I both must give loyalty to the plan.
Eamon Clayne nods and smiles as Kash walks over and plops down into his Leather couch. Leaning over, Kash snatches the remote from Eamon and the man groans like he's half retarded and his facial expression doesn't help any.
Eamon Clayne: You've been such an ass since you got knocked silly by Borderland on Asylum. Are you mad at me?
Jason Kash: You're proving to be pretty useless Eamon. I'm tired of dead weight around me. Borderland was dead weight and became just as useless. So watch RassleMania and see what happens with useless weight that crowds me. Feed off me like he did and you'll be laid out in a ditch, no different than how I'll leave him...Now go get some Pizzas those..."Sandwiches" earlier just made me hungry.
Eamon Clayne: Hahaha! Okay yeah man, no problem...Can I..uh..get a few bucks for the food? I'm out of funds bro!
Didn't I just have this discussion with him? Maybe he was retarded before his brain got fried? I now know the meaning of that egg commercial back in the day. This is your brain on drugs...
Jason Kash: Yeah...here, take some money out of my wallet. I know how much is in there too so take what you need, not what you want.
Eamon fumbles through the wallet, jumping his eyes from the wallet to Kash and then back to the wallet a few times. He pulls out a few bills and pockets it, handing the wallet back to Kash and turning for the door. He leaves the house and lets the door slam shut. Kash is a mood already and would have thumped him to the eyeball if he was here right now. Looking down at his hand, he realizes it has a small shake to it. The addiction is getting stronger, making him much more antsy to wanna get inside the ring. His mind, his thoughts fiddle around like a dancing elf and as ideas, visions of his upcoming matches play into his thoughts the addiction continues to grow.
Jason Kash: Reaver you still around?
Of course he's around, he's a god damn psycho and I've gone and aligned with him! Best move ever made Kash, real genius of you! It wasn't me though, this whole plan, this whole idea wasn't mine to claim but it's something I can see and trust as truth. And it's something Reaver and I agree with entirely.
No answer. He almost feels like getting up to look but if Reaver was around, Kash didn't want to be surprised by him again. He might attack in a reflex and who knows how Reaver would react then. All bets would be off and Kash for one didn't envy TJ going into RassleMania, not with Reaver. After a while sitting there it was apparent that Reaver wasn't going to disturb Kash any. His thoughts go quickly back to Borderland..
Stomping away. Stomping away at his face as he lays there unconscious and fighting for not only the match but his life. Blood squirting out from gashes and wounds, touching his blood, feeling it's heat. I can feel it now. My body warms with it's touch and I enjoy it. Aghhh...Aghhh...AGGHHHHH!!!
Jason Kash: I can't wait Shane. I can't wait to get inside the ring. At this upcoming Rumble I will just taste the fix to my addiction, 29 other men and women cannot fill the void I have right now but you can. I want to hurt you Shane, I want to see you break. I want to feel your will to go further drop below zero like cold weather. I want and I shall seek to find my fix. You won't be the answer to this addiction, not at all. You will just be a short term fix. This is never ending, this addiction is to remain until my body cannot handle it any longer. Until I've had my last shot of adrenaline pumped into my veins, until Action puts me in a retirement home because it DAMN SURE won't be you who does that. It takes you to catch me at surprise to lay me out like that. Just like your victory over Keaton Saint. I was just as surprised with that as anyone else watching that match. You didn't really beat him, he beat himself. Call it masterbation because the man went on to do what you have failed to do since our days on the road. He became a Champion.
Do you dare think you could have done the same given that same match on that same night? Would we see Shane Borderland beat Phil Atken? Become a World Champion and go into RassleMania with the biggest chip on your shoulder! Boy that would have been special huh? Sure would, yee haww you'd be as dumb as a rubber duck thinking you could become a World Champion in APW. Nobody would place that bet because nobody knows when you'll up and vanish again. Look at how Michael Lively made you look! He embarrassed you and you did NOTHING, couldn't do anything if you tried and you somehow think this is any different?
It's WORSE because Lively isn't HALF the man he thinks he is. He's not recent Grand, he's just old news now...And you still got one upped by him. Then left not long after right? You're unfaithful to your craft Shane, you look for a way out when things become too hard or the challenge is pushing against you. I've seen it in your eyes Shane, I know when you have worry and I'll see it again come the 24th. March is the month of finishing off my past and moving into the future. The blue prints are laid out and I know the design, I'm creating nothing short of a Highlight Reel come RassleMania. Starring Shane Borderland as the victim..
Reaver: Good one...
Jason Kash: What? Where are you, I can't even see you?
Reaver: We should train together sometime soon...It'll do us both some good going into the big show..
Jason Kash: Wha...Yeah...SSure, no problem! Anytime! Where again are you right now? Kind of creepy you're hiding in my house..
Reaver: He's pulling up to the house now...
The scene jumps to outside where a Limousine pulls up in front of Jason's house. The driver exits the vehicle and rushes around the back. He opens the door and the feet of someone drops down onto the concrete as the scene fades to black...
